Post by Doc Henry on Aug 6, 2011 11:07:59 GMT -5
Doc's back is turned to the camera as he messes with several objects in front of him. Picking up a large syringe, he examines it closely. "You see my friend, a new era has dawned upon the WCF. Two weeks ago, I approached Oblivion. Sure we were on opposite sides of the match that week, but we were on the same page." Doc turns halfway around and looks over his shoulder, "I made him an offer he couldn't refuse. Oblivion and I are tired of the namby pamby attitudes around here. The weak and unworthy have run amok for far too long."
Doc walks towards the camera as it pulls back to reveal a man laying on a steel table. Covered in a white sheet, and strapped down, even his head, the man has an S&M ball gag, a la Pulp Fiction, in his mouth. Doc holds the syringe, and bends over the man's face, "Now, this will sting a bit, but don't worry, the pain is only beginning. This is NOT a pain killer, in fact it's a paralytic, you won't be able to move, but you'll feel every little bit of what's about to happen. I take horse thievery very seriously." As Doc gave the man the injection, his eyes widened and he screamed through the gag, it being muffled to a barely audible sound.
Doc lit a cigarette, and sat down in a chair, "Apparently, our illustrious World Champion Odin Balfore didn't like what happened after our match. Well boo fucking hoo, go cry me a river ya big bitch. I told you before the match, that anything before and after the match were just that, an that I would have your back during the match. I wasn't lying, as a matter if fact, had you had my back properly we would have won. Afterwords, Oblivion sealed the deal, and we laid you two out. Now, your big hypocritical pussy ass is throwing a fit. Who was it that savagely attacked his friend and 'mate for falling on his ass, fatal disease not withstanding? That would be you big man. Now I did the same to my brother, and former tag parter, only I took his ass out while he was still healthy.
Speaking of the Inveterate One, Johnny Reb has decided to come back for another helping. Good, I missed having someone around worthy of my evil, I feel whole again. Johnny, take what I'm about to say to heart. I'm not gonna take you out with injury this time, your too fun to have around. No, I'm just gonna enjoy pounding you to a pulp each and every week, hell, I may even fuck with your mind. You know in the depths of your soul Johnny, that you and I are the same. Your just as evil and treacherous as I am... Well maybe not quite on my level, but definitely second to non other but myself."
As the man's struggles begin to weaken, Doc gets up and whips the sheet off, revealing his naked body, all hair, and I mean ALL hair had been shaved off. Doc leans over and looks into the man's fear filled eyes, he shushes. "No need to fear, this is only gonna hurt a lot..." Removing the restraints, Doc extinguishes his cigarette in the man's belly button as he screams through the ball gag.
"This week, I am teaming up with Oblivion to face the combined team of Philip Baines and Ryan Blake. Two men who have thrown their lot in with Odin. Apparently these fuckheads think that by suckling at the teet of the reigning World Champion will boost their careers." Doc laughs as he picks up a clamp, and needle. Clamping the left nipple of his captive, he shoves the needle non to gently through the flesh. Letting it sit a bit, he turns back to his table.
"Philip Baines, the current Hardcore Champion, the man who killed Greenfever, the man who holds a contract for the World Title, his new teammate Odin holds, to be cashed in when and where he chooses. You my friend are the one in this match that poses any kind of challenge. Not that that says anything, as it is comparable to a wet fart. You hold up that belt and proclaim yourself as the longest currently reigning champion." Doc smiles as he pierces the man's other nipple, and replaces the needles with stainless steel hoops. "Baines, you are the second longest reigning champion. Your forgetting that I have held the Confederate Championship since January.
Your career was going so well, then you grew a vagina, and teamed up with fellow pussies. You fucks think you are the toughest, and meanest pricks in this company. In reality, your all too busy sucking each other off to realize that the Gods of Wrestling are beyond your league. We said it this past Monday on Slam, and I'll say it again, your either with us, or your gonna get hurt."
Doc looks down into the man's eyes as he lines his chest and abs with rings. Taking a red ribbon, he laces it through the new piercings, and pulls the skin taught, tying a bow. Holding up a tray of barbells, he shows them to the man, "Now, your gonna enjoy this, a Jacob's ladder. It drives the women crazy in bed." As Doc tapes the head of the man's penis to his abdomen, he looks at the camera, and begins to give the man his ladder.
"Ryan Blake, who the fuck do you think you are? Some pansy ass, little bitch who goes around talking to his dog like one would a lover. What, you think your Dr. Doolittle? Tell me something, when you fuck that pet up the ass, do you use astroglide, or just your own spit?
Your another one of these punks that come in, just like your teammates, and think because you've had a little success that your should have the world handed to you on a silver fucking platter. It doesn't work that way, no you have to pay your dues my friend. While you were still living in mommy and daddy's basement jerking off to video feeds of donkey shows, I was helping to rebuild this company after Gravedigger tried to shut it down. Since that successful rebound, the WCF has been inundated with sub par talent. This ends here and now, you and Baines are gonna feel pain, and suffering like you've never experienced before. The cleansing has begun, and thus week on Slam, it continues."
As Doc finishes, he looks down at his handy work, and pats the man on the top of his head. Reattaching the restraints, Doc smiles "I'll let you rest a bit, then we'll continue."
Doc turns to leave, and stops at the door, turning around, he looks at the camera, "Oh, and as for Adam 'Little Bitch' Young, I'll get you a spoon and you can eat my ass. You think we singled you out? We attacked everybody last week, your nothing special. If I wanted to I would and could attack you every week, just because I was bored. Your nothing to me, and you can bring all the 'backup' you want. Still doesn't change the fact your a pussy." Doc walks through the door and shuts it behind him. The light goes out plunging the room into total darkness. As footsteps can be heard climbing stairs, the scene fades to static...
Doc walks towards the camera as it pulls back to reveal a man laying on a steel table. Covered in a white sheet, and strapped down, even his head, the man has an S&M ball gag, a la Pulp Fiction, in his mouth. Doc holds the syringe, and bends over the man's face, "Now, this will sting a bit, but don't worry, the pain is only beginning. This is NOT a pain killer, in fact it's a paralytic, you won't be able to move, but you'll feel every little bit of what's about to happen. I take horse thievery very seriously." As Doc gave the man the injection, his eyes widened and he screamed through the gag, it being muffled to a barely audible sound.
Doc lit a cigarette, and sat down in a chair, "Apparently, our illustrious World Champion Odin Balfore didn't like what happened after our match. Well boo fucking hoo, go cry me a river ya big bitch. I told you before the match, that anything before and after the match were just that, an that I would have your back during the match. I wasn't lying, as a matter if fact, had you had my back properly we would have won. Afterwords, Oblivion sealed the deal, and we laid you two out. Now, your big hypocritical pussy ass is throwing a fit. Who was it that savagely attacked his friend and 'mate for falling on his ass, fatal disease not withstanding? That would be you big man. Now I did the same to my brother, and former tag parter, only I took his ass out while he was still healthy.
Speaking of the Inveterate One, Johnny Reb has decided to come back for another helping. Good, I missed having someone around worthy of my evil, I feel whole again. Johnny, take what I'm about to say to heart. I'm not gonna take you out with injury this time, your too fun to have around. No, I'm just gonna enjoy pounding you to a pulp each and every week, hell, I may even fuck with your mind. You know in the depths of your soul Johnny, that you and I are the same. Your just as evil and treacherous as I am... Well maybe not quite on my level, but definitely second to non other but myself."
As the man's struggles begin to weaken, Doc gets up and whips the sheet off, revealing his naked body, all hair, and I mean ALL hair had been shaved off. Doc leans over and looks into the man's fear filled eyes, he shushes. "No need to fear, this is only gonna hurt a lot..." Removing the restraints, Doc extinguishes his cigarette in the man's belly button as he screams through the ball gag.
"This week, I am teaming up with Oblivion to face the combined team of Philip Baines and Ryan Blake. Two men who have thrown their lot in with Odin. Apparently these fuckheads think that by suckling at the teet of the reigning World Champion will boost their careers." Doc laughs as he picks up a clamp, and needle. Clamping the left nipple of his captive, he shoves the needle non to gently through the flesh. Letting it sit a bit, he turns back to his table.
"Philip Baines, the current Hardcore Champion, the man who killed Greenfever, the man who holds a contract for the World Title, his new teammate Odin holds, to be cashed in when and where he chooses. You my friend are the one in this match that poses any kind of challenge. Not that that says anything, as it is comparable to a wet fart. You hold up that belt and proclaim yourself as the longest currently reigning champion." Doc smiles as he pierces the man's other nipple, and replaces the needles with stainless steel hoops. "Baines, you are the second longest reigning champion. Your forgetting that I have held the Confederate Championship since January.
Your career was going so well, then you grew a vagina, and teamed up with fellow pussies. You fucks think you are the toughest, and meanest pricks in this company. In reality, your all too busy sucking each other off to realize that the Gods of Wrestling are beyond your league. We said it this past Monday on Slam, and I'll say it again, your either with us, or your gonna get hurt."
Doc looks down into the man's eyes as he lines his chest and abs with rings. Taking a red ribbon, he laces it through the new piercings, and pulls the skin taught, tying a bow. Holding up a tray of barbells, he shows them to the man, "Now, your gonna enjoy this, a Jacob's ladder. It drives the women crazy in bed." As Doc tapes the head of the man's penis to his abdomen, he looks at the camera, and begins to give the man his ladder.
"Ryan Blake, who the fuck do you think you are? Some pansy ass, little bitch who goes around talking to his dog like one would a lover. What, you think your Dr. Doolittle? Tell me something, when you fuck that pet up the ass, do you use astroglide, or just your own spit?
Your another one of these punks that come in, just like your teammates, and think because you've had a little success that your should have the world handed to you on a silver fucking platter. It doesn't work that way, no you have to pay your dues my friend. While you were still living in mommy and daddy's basement jerking off to video feeds of donkey shows, I was helping to rebuild this company after Gravedigger tried to shut it down. Since that successful rebound, the WCF has been inundated with sub par talent. This ends here and now, you and Baines are gonna feel pain, and suffering like you've never experienced before. The cleansing has begun, and thus week on Slam, it continues."
As Doc finishes, he looks down at his handy work, and pats the man on the top of his head. Reattaching the restraints, Doc smiles "I'll let you rest a bit, then we'll continue."
Doc turns to leave, and stops at the door, turning around, he looks at the camera, "Oh, and as for Adam 'Little Bitch' Young, I'll get you a spoon and you can eat my ass. You think we singled you out? We attacked everybody last week, your nothing special. If I wanted to I would and could attack you every week, just because I was bored. Your nothing to me, and you can bring all the 'backup' you want. Still doesn't change the fact your a pussy." Doc walks through the door and shuts it behind him. The light goes out plunging the room into total darkness. As footsteps can be heard climbing stairs, the scene fades to static...
