Post by Doc Henry on Oct 24, 2011 12:57:36 GMT -5
It's a cool Georgia evening on the Henry estate. A slight breeze blows, making the decorations for All Hallows Eve dance in the incoming mists. Were a person to stand where the camera is, a chill would move down his spine. Not because of the temperature or the high quality of the decor, but because of a more sinister origin.
The large oak front door swings silently open, enhancing the spooky night, and Doc walks out using his pocket knife to slice off a piece of an apple and eat it. Slowly he walks across the large porch, and sits on the steps, the mist swirling around him giving off a menacing air. "Surprised? You shouldn't be, why wouldn't I celebrate a holiday such as this? Just one week away from Helloween, and I'm in a match involving my opponents and the World Champion Johnny Reb. Johnno, I'll get to you in a moment. I want to address my Helloween opponents first."
Doc sets the apple core down, and licks the juice from the apple off the blade. "Jake Keeton, looks like we're tag partners this week. Now, we may have been opponents last week, and are facing each other at Helloween, this week is a little different. We share a common goal. Now I say we work together to take down D-Day. Let's face it, he is a former World Champion and a major threat to both of us next week. So, I find it much more promising to work with you this week, and increase my own odds at Helloween."
"As for D-Day..." Doc just shrugs, "Tell me Donald, what have you done since beating Torture, really? I'll tell you, nothing, a big fat fucking nothing. Which is fitting, because that's what you'll be walking out of Helloween with... Nothing. D-Day, you and I have had many battles in the past. I could go into those, be a momentary statistician to try to tell everyone why I'm better than you. However, I'm not going to do that. Nope, what I'm gonna do is go into that ring at Slam, and drop you flat on your ass. You have nothing on me, I have come into a resurgeance and am out for one thing, dominance, and gold."
Doc turns slightly and leans against the railing, "Now, my good friend and brother Johnny Reb... " Doc pulls out a piece of paper, "Let's take another look at what you had to say, shall we? " Doc clears his throat as he looks at the paper. "Where to begin... 'Mortal enemy. I like that, Hank.' Wow, someone's showing a little 'Darkness'. You think I like what has happened between us Johnny? I've lost sleep over it, thinking of how my brother is lost in this big world... 'I reckon, when a guy tries to kill ya, it does kinda make him your archnemesis. Of course, since I came back, you’ll notice that ol’ Doc’s made himself real scarce.' Yeah, I'm scarce, it can't be that I have other things on my mind? Oh, no, not according to the great Johnny Reb, I must be scared... 'He done me wrong, tried to end my career, an’ he failed.' Oh, and that doesnt sound the least big familiar??? How quickly success blinds one's mind to the past."
Doc lights a cigarette, the pale light eerie in the fog. Looking at the paper to his next highlighted portion, Doc chuckles. "Speaking of one's mind going... 'Now, this is gonna be the first time since my neck injury that I’ll be face to face with Mr. Henry. He’s been avoidin’ me all this time' Did you forget about WAR? You and I tore it up all over the arena. I guess that bearing I gave you damaged your brain cells afterall. Johnny, you thi g you honestly have the balls to..." Doc looks down, " 'make damn sure ol’ Doc don’t leave that ring under his own power.'? Johnny, you went to Lerch to get your belt back after Odin stole it. You didn't even have the balls to kick that big fuck square in the nuts and take back what is yours, and you expect to put me down??? I don't think so.
I did have to laugh at your feeble attempt to compare me to that little fuck Kaddafi. Clever, but very lacking in imagination. Anyway, let's continue on... 'there’s very little difference between justice an’ revenge. It’s really just semantics.' Again I ask you, have you forgotten the past. You talk about revenge, but you know nothing of what it means to have to wait, and wait, and wait. I will not be exacting MY revenge at Slam, no, I will do so at the next pay-per-view. Hold on to that belt next week Johnny, because I'm coming for you and your title. Only when I destroy you and take that World Title you crave soo much from around your waist will my revenge be sated. I love you like my own flesh and blood, but you wronged me, and I will settle up."
Doc stands up and walks back into his mansion...
The large oak front door swings silently open, enhancing the spooky night, and Doc walks out using his pocket knife to slice off a piece of an apple and eat it. Slowly he walks across the large porch, and sits on the steps, the mist swirling around him giving off a menacing air. "Surprised? You shouldn't be, why wouldn't I celebrate a holiday such as this? Just one week away from Helloween, and I'm in a match involving my opponents and the World Champion Johnny Reb. Johnno, I'll get to you in a moment. I want to address my Helloween opponents first."
Doc sets the apple core down, and licks the juice from the apple off the blade. "Jake Keeton, looks like we're tag partners this week. Now, we may have been opponents last week, and are facing each other at Helloween, this week is a little different. We share a common goal. Now I say we work together to take down D-Day. Let's face it, he is a former World Champion and a major threat to both of us next week. So, I find it much more promising to work with you this week, and increase my own odds at Helloween."
"As for D-Day..." Doc just shrugs, "Tell me Donald, what have you done since beating Torture, really? I'll tell you, nothing, a big fat fucking nothing. Which is fitting, because that's what you'll be walking out of Helloween with... Nothing. D-Day, you and I have had many battles in the past. I could go into those, be a momentary statistician to try to tell everyone why I'm better than you. However, I'm not going to do that. Nope, what I'm gonna do is go into that ring at Slam, and drop you flat on your ass. You have nothing on me, I have come into a resurgeance and am out for one thing, dominance, and gold."
Doc turns slightly and leans against the railing, "Now, my good friend and brother Johnny Reb... " Doc pulls out a piece of paper, "Let's take another look at what you had to say, shall we? " Doc clears his throat as he looks at the paper. "Where to begin... 'Mortal enemy. I like that, Hank.' Wow, someone's showing a little 'Darkness'. You think I like what has happened between us Johnny? I've lost sleep over it, thinking of how my brother is lost in this big world... 'I reckon, when a guy tries to kill ya, it does kinda make him your archnemesis. Of course, since I came back, you’ll notice that ol’ Doc’s made himself real scarce.' Yeah, I'm scarce, it can't be that I have other things on my mind? Oh, no, not according to the great Johnny Reb, I must be scared... 'He done me wrong, tried to end my career, an’ he failed.' Oh, and that doesnt sound the least big familiar??? How quickly success blinds one's mind to the past."
Doc lights a cigarette, the pale light eerie in the fog. Looking at the paper to his next highlighted portion, Doc chuckles. "Speaking of one's mind going... 'Now, this is gonna be the first time since my neck injury that I’ll be face to face with Mr. Henry. He’s been avoidin’ me all this time' Did you forget about WAR? You and I tore it up all over the arena. I guess that bearing I gave you damaged your brain cells afterall. Johnny, you thi g you honestly have the balls to..." Doc looks down, " 'make damn sure ol’ Doc don’t leave that ring under his own power.'? Johnny, you went to Lerch to get your belt back after Odin stole it. You didn't even have the balls to kick that big fuck square in the nuts and take back what is yours, and you expect to put me down??? I don't think so.
I did have to laugh at your feeble attempt to compare me to that little fuck Kaddafi. Clever, but very lacking in imagination. Anyway, let's continue on... 'there’s very little difference between justice an’ revenge. It’s really just semantics.' Again I ask you, have you forgotten the past. You talk about revenge, but you know nothing of what it means to have to wait, and wait, and wait. I will not be exacting MY revenge at Slam, no, I will do so at the next pay-per-view. Hold on to that belt next week Johnny, because I'm coming for you and your title. Only when I destroy you and take that World Title you crave soo much from around your waist will my revenge be sated. I love you like my own flesh and blood, but you wronged me, and I will settle up."
Doc stands up and walks back into his mansion...