Post by Doc Henry on Jul 25, 2011 16:42:32 GMT -5
Doc Henry is sitting in his locker room before slam, his feet visible under the toilet stall door. "So, Johnny Reb has decided to come back and get more of the Southern Rogue?" Doc begins talking to himself, "That ungrateful, pathetic man, still is ignoring the part of himself that made him great. Now that he is back, well something in the universe feel right again... I feel much more... Evil, eager, and dangerous.
Odin, get your watermelon head outta your big ass. I don't like you, and I don't even know you. You will never talk to me like that, ya hear. Keep that shit up and I'll break your fucking neck. Now, it doesn't matter how I feel before or after the match about you. What matters is the ass kicking that goes on during the match.
Oblivion understands this, and Speede, well that little fucknut has a beating coming his way the likes he's never experienced before. Tonight on Slam, the Dark Lord will make his way to the ring, and take every soul Straight To Hell!!! Roy Speede, you have gotten lucky against me in the past, and nothing else you say or do will ever prove that wrong. Tonight, I could give two shits about winning or losing. I'm going into that match to cut heads, to bathe in the blood of my opponents.
Oblivion, I like you, you are just the evil soul that makes this world spin. You and I should just say fuck this tag match and put our tag partners outta action, then commense to give the world one of the most violent and bloody matches ever seen. Not to stroke our ego's, not for the Fan's enjoyment... No for the shear fun of it... What do you say?". We drop those two shits like bad habits?" With that question two plops are heard in the toilet, one large, one small. After a few seconds, the cameraman wavers and falls passing out. The camera itself hits the floor and shatters sending the feed to static....
Odin, get your watermelon head outta your big ass. I don't like you, and I don't even know you. You will never talk to me like that, ya hear. Keep that shit up and I'll break your fucking neck. Now, it doesn't matter how I feel before or after the match about you. What matters is the ass kicking that goes on during the match.
Oblivion understands this, and Speede, well that little fucknut has a beating coming his way the likes he's never experienced before. Tonight on Slam, the Dark Lord will make his way to the ring, and take every soul Straight To Hell!!! Roy Speede, you have gotten lucky against me in the past, and nothing else you say or do will ever prove that wrong. Tonight, I could give two shits about winning or losing. I'm going into that match to cut heads, to bathe in the blood of my opponents.
Oblivion, I like you, you are just the evil soul that makes this world spin. You and I should just say fuck this tag match and put our tag partners outta action, then commense to give the world one of the most violent and bloody matches ever seen. Not to stroke our ego's, not for the Fan's enjoyment... No for the shear fun of it... What do you say?". We drop those two shits like bad habits?" With that question two plops are heard in the toilet, one large, one small. After a few seconds, the cameraman wavers and falls passing out. The camera itself hits the floor and shatters sending the feed to static....
