Post by Doc Henry on Aug 15, 2011 11:53:20 GMT -5
Doc Henry is standing in the dark of the rafters, looking down at the ring. Most of the lighting is off, except for the few lights on the fable square circle. As a lone figure approaches the ring and begins to circle it in a reverent way, Doc grins. "Oh, Johnny... You always have loved being in that ring..." As Johnny Reb pauses over the ring steps, Doc's smile widens. It was those very ring steps upon which he left Johnny's broken body. "Yes... Remember brother, remember well..."
As Johnny Reb enters the ring and looks skyward, Doc Henry peers right into the eyes of the Inveterate Confederate. "Can you see me up here Johnny? Do you know the fires of Hell are waiting to accept you, brother? No, I guess not."
Doc watches as Johnny gets himself reacquainted with the ring, and the empty arena. Lighting a cigarette, Doc stares straight down at his wayward, lost brother, as Johnny cuts his promo. "Does it feel good to be back? I bet it does, I bet your itching to get back into the action. I can see it in your walk Johnny. Just like a Triple Crown winning thoroughbred in the starting gates, your ready to shoot outta the back and go full on. It's the thrill of the game, the desire and drive to prove yourself the best night in and night out. I hope you had good doctors, because now that your back, the fun has only just begun."
As Johnny Reb finishes up, Doc extinguishes his cigarette on the hand rail, flicking it off into the darkness of the arena. Doc walks silently along the catwalks above Johnny, shadowing him to the back. "Maybe I need to get injured myself then, and then I can get thrown into main event matches as well. Instead, what do I get? I get put into opening matches against some new kid. The Confederate Champion, relegated to the undercard noob brackets. I just don't get it. I am currently the longest reigning champion in the WCF today. I put over half a dozen men out of this business for good. Oblivion and I ran through the entire roster, and laid them out. All this in the past seven and a half months. Apparently, Corey has his head shoved so far up that well fucked and skanky pussy of Kaylyn J Evans, that he doesn't know that the best man on this roster, ME, is getting the shaft."
Doc reaches the ladder, and begins to descend from his lofty position. Upon reaching the top of the media box, Doc simply climbs down over the edge into the bleachers. Slowly, he makes his way towards the stage and big screen. "I don't even know who this Albert Killings is." Doc pulls a slip of paper out of his pocket and looks it over. "It says here that he is six one, and a buck sixty-five. Unless the little fuck is 'wiry', I'm up against shrimp. Ya know, whatever, tonight in that ring over there, I'm gonna send a message to Corey. The medium for the message is gonna be the body of one Albert Killings. I feel alive tonight, and just like my compatriot Johnny Reb, that itch is in my system as well. Too long lately have I gone without a win, and it stops tonight. I know I've said it before, and it still rings true, that wins and losses don't matter. Unfortunately, others don't see it that way, and if I am to get the World Title shot that I want, I'm gonna have to do more than just be a destructive force in the ring; I'm gonna have to win as well.
Tonight, I'm gonna put the beating of a millennium on my opponent, and after I break him, I'm gonna get the win. From there, my reign of unholy terror and vengeance will be renewed. I'm gonna light the world on fire, and the WCF will be first. There is a place that many men and women in this company claim to go to. A place inside their minds and souls where they claim to unleash the burning fire within. I have news for them, that place, only a few men in this industry have ever visited. I've been there before, and once you go, forever will you be changed by it.
Johnny Reb knows of what I speak, he's seen that fire up close and been burned. That is why he hides from himself, he's too weak to look into the fiery pit of his soul again. If only he would, well then, mayhaps ol' Johnny boy and myself would begin to bring the world back to it's natural order... Chaos..."
As Doc looks at the ring, he smiles, and turns to leave the main arena through the blackened stage and enter the back locker room area...
As Johnny Reb enters the ring and looks skyward, Doc Henry peers right into the eyes of the Inveterate Confederate. "Can you see me up here Johnny? Do you know the fires of Hell are waiting to accept you, brother? No, I guess not."
Doc watches as Johnny gets himself reacquainted with the ring, and the empty arena. Lighting a cigarette, Doc stares straight down at his wayward, lost brother, as Johnny cuts his promo. "Does it feel good to be back? I bet it does, I bet your itching to get back into the action. I can see it in your walk Johnny. Just like a Triple Crown winning thoroughbred in the starting gates, your ready to shoot outta the back and go full on. It's the thrill of the game, the desire and drive to prove yourself the best night in and night out. I hope you had good doctors, because now that your back, the fun has only just begun."
As Johnny Reb finishes up, Doc extinguishes his cigarette on the hand rail, flicking it off into the darkness of the arena. Doc walks silently along the catwalks above Johnny, shadowing him to the back. "Maybe I need to get injured myself then, and then I can get thrown into main event matches as well. Instead, what do I get? I get put into opening matches against some new kid. The Confederate Champion, relegated to the undercard noob brackets. I just don't get it. I am currently the longest reigning champion in the WCF today. I put over half a dozen men out of this business for good. Oblivion and I ran through the entire roster, and laid them out. All this in the past seven and a half months. Apparently, Corey has his head shoved so far up that well fucked and skanky pussy of Kaylyn J Evans, that he doesn't know that the best man on this roster, ME, is getting the shaft."
Doc reaches the ladder, and begins to descend from his lofty position. Upon reaching the top of the media box, Doc simply climbs down over the edge into the bleachers. Slowly, he makes his way towards the stage and big screen. "I don't even know who this Albert Killings is." Doc pulls a slip of paper out of his pocket and looks it over. "It says here that he is six one, and a buck sixty-five. Unless the little fuck is 'wiry', I'm up against shrimp. Ya know, whatever, tonight in that ring over there, I'm gonna send a message to Corey. The medium for the message is gonna be the body of one Albert Killings. I feel alive tonight, and just like my compatriot Johnny Reb, that itch is in my system as well. Too long lately have I gone without a win, and it stops tonight. I know I've said it before, and it still rings true, that wins and losses don't matter. Unfortunately, others don't see it that way, and if I am to get the World Title shot that I want, I'm gonna have to do more than just be a destructive force in the ring; I'm gonna have to win as well.
Tonight, I'm gonna put the beating of a millennium on my opponent, and after I break him, I'm gonna get the win. From there, my reign of unholy terror and vengeance will be renewed. I'm gonna light the world on fire, and the WCF will be first. There is a place that many men and women in this company claim to go to. A place inside their minds and souls where they claim to unleash the burning fire within. I have news for them, that place, only a few men in this industry have ever visited. I've been there before, and once you go, forever will you be changed by it.
Johnny Reb knows of what I speak, he's seen that fire up close and been burned. That is why he hides from himself, he's too weak to look into the fiery pit of his soul again. If only he would, well then, mayhaps ol' Johnny boy and myself would begin to bring the world back to it's natural order... Chaos..."
As Doc looks at the ring, he smiles, and turns to leave the main arena through the blackened stage and enter the back locker room area...
