Post by Doc Henry on Sept 29, 2011 15:05:53 GMT -5
The camera opens up on a smoke filled bar, somewhere in the seedy underbelly of the nation. As many men and women move around buying and selling various services, we see a couple bouncers standing to either side of a large metal door in the dimly lit back.
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With a diagonal wipe, the camera view switches to the other side of the metal door. Strapped go a chair in the middle of the room sits a large man of Italian decent. With his tie jammed in his mouth, fear fills his eyes as a man in a dark saddle coat and black hat slowly stalks around him. As we pull back, the man's face comes into view as he stops behind the bound man in the chair, it's Doc Henry.
"Now, Little Micky, you were invited to my poker table because of your family holdings, and your net worth. I gave you three whole weeks to gather the six point five million dollars you owe." Doc bent down next to Micky's head as the man muffled an excuse.
Standing up, Doc laughed as he removed his coat and hat. Walking around in front of Micky, he pulled up a chair and sat reverse style in front of his captive. "Go ahead, call your uncle Don Vito. I already talked to him. Simple fact is, you owe money all over the tri-state area. Your uncle and I agreed that I was allowed to collect for myself and those you owe." Doc slowly lifts up a knife, and the light glints off of it as he turns it. "I sharpened this knife myself, using precision cutting lasers." Doc grabs Micky's pinky finger, "It's so sharp, that I can make it all the way to the bone before you even feel the slightest hint of pain."
Doc stands suddenly, flinging his chair across the room. As he pulls the tie from Micky's mouth, Mary walks up behind the man and grabs his head. With strategic use of pressure points, she tips his head back and holds his mouth open. The camera fades out as screams are heard from Doc cutting out the tongue of Little Micky.
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Hank Brown is sitting on the hood of this 1966 AMC Marlin next to the private hangers at Carl A. Spaatz field in Reading PA. As Hank begins to tire of waiting an all black Gulfstream G200 touches down on the runway, and proceeds to taxi over. As the craft comes to a stop, Hank makes his way towards the opening door. Doc and Mary descend the steps and look over at Hank. Doc shakes his head as Mary kisses his cheek and walks off.
"Well, Doc, allow me to welcome you back to Pennsylvania."
Doc just lights up a cigarette and grunts.
"Doc, WCF I'd back and kicking off with it's most iconic match, WAR. You have participated in the last two, and had excellent showings, however falling short. How do you think you'll fare this time around?"
Doc blew smoke into Hanks face, and smiled, "Hank, I'm gonna fuckin' win, that's how I'll fare this year. War is Hell, and Hell is my domain. I will do anythin', and I mean ANYTHIN' to win. I could give two shits about the welfare of any other competitor in this match. I am the Southern Rogue, the Devil in the Flesh, I am a god among men."
"Speaking of other competitors, a few of them have stated that exact same thing, what makes you any different?"
"Because unlike those has-beens, I still have a career ahead of myself. Logan is a man that is dangerous in the ring, and being the man who has basically been the man in WAR. I hate to break it to the man, but his time has come and gone. Instead if being the one guy people fear to get into the ring with for being a badass, he's now the man all others fear to get into the shower with because of his tendency for groping and attempted ass rape. I hope little Logan has his depends, because I'm gonna beat the ever loving shit out of him. I mean please, his Boudle loving ass only ever beat me twice... Let me rephrase that, Logan has two victories over me. The first one, I was knocked the fuck out by a lead pipe by a hack a ran out of this business, a man no one remembers, Ant... Ah hell, I don't even remember his name. The second 'victory' Logan has over me was a grueling cage match, and once again, interference on his behalf. So you see, Logan knows he can't beat me straight up, and I fully expect him to try to take advantage of any other attacks on me.
Let's not forget the former champion Odin Balfore, another member of the AARP that just can't learn to hang it up. I dunno, maybe these guys are getting senile. All he has done is bitch and moan about being stripped of the World Championship. Oh, boo hoo, my little precious... This guy actually had the fucking nerve to attack Lerch in his office. So he got his title stripped, big fucking hairy deal, shit like that happens all the time. A real man wouldn't pull a bitch move like that, no he'd take back what was his and destroy anyone who got on his way. Maybe 10-15 years ago Odin was that man, now, well we've seen what he does now. Odin, you keep going on about Ragnarök is coming or some shit like that. Do you even have a fucking clue what your spewing? Ragnarök was the end of times, where the greats led by Odin fell and were killed. I wish it would hurry the fuck up and get here so we don't have to deal with your sorry old wrinkled ass anymore."
Doc looks at Hank, and extinguishes his cigarette. Hank merely swallows and looks at his notepad. "Well Doc as you know those two aren't the only ones in the match. Any thoughts on the rest of the roster?"
"Hank there are a few men I would consider threats in this match. Men like Brad Kane, D-Day, Jay Williams, and Oblivion. All former world champions, all men that will have to be dealt with with extreme prejudice. Then we have some solid mid-carders, people that can really make a step up. They won't though, because they are just that, mid-carders. Then we have a bunch of nobodies, and rookies. In a match like this they can still pull some surprises, upsets and the like because they are over looked. Well I'm not gonna over look anybody. I've hired a group of scouts and private eyesores to make sure there are no surprises. Just destruction on a massive scale by my terms."
"Doc, one name you left out, a former World Champion in fact is your old tag partner Johnny Reb. Is he not factoring in your plans?"
"No, he's a factor, but not much of one. In the last two WAR matches, we were never in the ring together, and I'm quite confident that we won't be again. Johnny Reb is a shell of the greatness he once was. Maybe if he'd embrace the inner darkness in his heart once again he might reclaim most of it. Johnny Reb has to remember one thing, that I will shelve his ass again to win this match."
As Hank nods and reads from his notes again a roaring motor is heard as Mary pulls Doc's 1969 Dodge Charger R/T to a stop. "Well Doc I have ju..." Doc raises his hand to cut Hank off. "Hank, you've wasted enough of my time today, now it's time for a little road head on my way to prepare for WAR. People have counted me out for the last time, I have said all year that this is the year of Doc, and it'll culminate with me walking out of WAR the new World Heavyweight Champion!!!" As Doc slides across the hood, Mary moves to the passenger seat. Sitting in the car Doc turns and smiles at Hank as his wife's head drops from sight. A few seconds later, Doc floors the big 440 Magnum motor and peels out in a cloud of smoke...
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With a diagonal wipe, the camera view switches to the other side of the metal door. Strapped go a chair in the middle of the room sits a large man of Italian decent. With his tie jammed in his mouth, fear fills his eyes as a man in a dark saddle coat and black hat slowly stalks around him. As we pull back, the man's face comes into view as he stops behind the bound man in the chair, it's Doc Henry.
"Now, Little Micky, you were invited to my poker table because of your family holdings, and your net worth. I gave you three whole weeks to gather the six point five million dollars you owe." Doc bent down next to Micky's head as the man muffled an excuse.
Standing up, Doc laughed as he removed his coat and hat. Walking around in front of Micky, he pulled up a chair and sat reverse style in front of his captive. "Go ahead, call your uncle Don Vito. I already talked to him. Simple fact is, you owe money all over the tri-state area. Your uncle and I agreed that I was allowed to collect for myself and those you owe." Doc slowly lifts up a knife, and the light glints off of it as he turns it. "I sharpened this knife myself, using precision cutting lasers." Doc grabs Micky's pinky finger, "It's so sharp, that I can make it all the way to the bone before you even feel the slightest hint of pain."
Doc stands suddenly, flinging his chair across the room. As he pulls the tie from Micky's mouth, Mary walks up behind the man and grabs his head. With strategic use of pressure points, she tips his head back and holds his mouth open. The camera fades out as screams are heard from Doc cutting out the tongue of Little Micky.
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Hank Brown is sitting on the hood of this 1966 AMC Marlin next to the private hangers at Carl A. Spaatz field in Reading PA. As Hank begins to tire of waiting an all black Gulfstream G200 touches down on the runway, and proceeds to taxi over. As the craft comes to a stop, Hank makes his way towards the opening door. Doc and Mary descend the steps and look over at Hank. Doc shakes his head as Mary kisses his cheek and walks off.
"Well, Doc, allow me to welcome you back to Pennsylvania."
Doc just lights up a cigarette and grunts.
"Doc, WCF I'd back and kicking off with it's most iconic match, WAR. You have participated in the last two, and had excellent showings, however falling short. How do you think you'll fare this time around?"
Doc blew smoke into Hanks face, and smiled, "Hank, I'm gonna fuckin' win, that's how I'll fare this year. War is Hell, and Hell is my domain. I will do anythin', and I mean ANYTHIN' to win. I could give two shits about the welfare of any other competitor in this match. I am the Southern Rogue, the Devil in the Flesh, I am a god among men."
"Speaking of other competitors, a few of them have stated that exact same thing, what makes you any different?"
"Because unlike those has-beens, I still have a career ahead of myself. Logan is a man that is dangerous in the ring, and being the man who has basically been the man in WAR. I hate to break it to the man, but his time has come and gone. Instead if being the one guy people fear to get into the ring with for being a badass, he's now the man all others fear to get into the shower with because of his tendency for groping and attempted ass rape. I hope little Logan has his depends, because I'm gonna beat the ever loving shit out of him. I mean please, his Boudle loving ass only ever beat me twice... Let me rephrase that, Logan has two victories over me. The first one, I was knocked the fuck out by a lead pipe by a hack a ran out of this business, a man no one remembers, Ant... Ah hell, I don't even remember his name. The second 'victory' Logan has over me was a grueling cage match, and once again, interference on his behalf. So you see, Logan knows he can't beat me straight up, and I fully expect him to try to take advantage of any other attacks on me.
Let's not forget the former champion Odin Balfore, another member of the AARP that just can't learn to hang it up. I dunno, maybe these guys are getting senile. All he has done is bitch and moan about being stripped of the World Championship. Oh, boo hoo, my little precious... This guy actually had the fucking nerve to attack Lerch in his office. So he got his title stripped, big fucking hairy deal, shit like that happens all the time. A real man wouldn't pull a bitch move like that, no he'd take back what was his and destroy anyone who got on his way. Maybe 10-15 years ago Odin was that man, now, well we've seen what he does now. Odin, you keep going on about Ragnarök is coming or some shit like that. Do you even have a fucking clue what your spewing? Ragnarök was the end of times, where the greats led by Odin fell and were killed. I wish it would hurry the fuck up and get here so we don't have to deal with your sorry old wrinkled ass anymore."
Doc looks at Hank, and extinguishes his cigarette. Hank merely swallows and looks at his notepad. "Well Doc as you know those two aren't the only ones in the match. Any thoughts on the rest of the roster?"
"Hank there are a few men I would consider threats in this match. Men like Brad Kane, D-Day, Jay Williams, and Oblivion. All former world champions, all men that will have to be dealt with with extreme prejudice. Then we have some solid mid-carders, people that can really make a step up. They won't though, because they are just that, mid-carders. Then we have a bunch of nobodies, and rookies. In a match like this they can still pull some surprises, upsets and the like because they are over looked. Well I'm not gonna over look anybody. I've hired a group of scouts and private eyesores to make sure there are no surprises. Just destruction on a massive scale by my terms."
"Doc, one name you left out, a former World Champion in fact is your old tag partner Johnny Reb. Is he not factoring in your plans?"
"No, he's a factor, but not much of one. In the last two WAR matches, we were never in the ring together, and I'm quite confident that we won't be again. Johnny Reb is a shell of the greatness he once was. Maybe if he'd embrace the inner darkness in his heart once again he might reclaim most of it. Johnny Reb has to remember one thing, that I will shelve his ass again to win this match."
As Hank nods and reads from his notes again a roaring motor is heard as Mary pulls Doc's 1969 Dodge Charger R/T to a stop. "Well Doc I have ju..." Doc raises his hand to cut Hank off. "Hank, you've wasted enough of my time today, now it's time for a little road head on my way to prepare for WAR. People have counted me out for the last time, I have said all year that this is the year of Doc, and it'll culminate with me walking out of WAR the new World Heavyweight Champion!!!" As Doc slides across the hood, Mary moves to the passenger seat. Sitting in the car Doc turns and smiles at Hank as his wife's head drops from sight. A few seconds later, Doc floors the big 440 Magnum motor and peels out in a cloud of smoke...