Post by Doc Henry on Oct 30, 2011 16:20:44 GMT -5
31 October 2011, around 3 AM, the WCF Arena is quiet. Shots of the ring, and entrance way bathed in a soft light give way to dimly lit hallways as footsteps echo ominously. After a few more camera changes, we finally see the source, a man walking slowly towards the tron and entrance ramp. As he walks through to the stage, the camera angle changes to a wide shot showing the whole arena, and Doc Henry stops to light a cigarette. "Helloween on Halloween, how apropos. This year it is shaping up to be one for the ages. My fellow God of Wrestling, Oblivion, is gonna tear apart his opponent. Johnny Reb, my wayward brother, will be successful in retaining the World Title against that big dumb bitch Odin. Then there is me, the Confederate Champion, competing in a ladder match to begin my third run as TV Champion."
The camera switches to a close up as Doc begins to make his way to the ring. "You may be wondering why I am here at this time. Three in the morning, the 'Witching Hour', said to be when evil roams the world unchecked. Add that to being on All Hallows Eve, well my minions are having the time of their lives..."
Doc climbs the ring steps, and moves to a ladder standing in the middle of the ring where moments ago, it was clear. Doc places his foot up on the second ring and leans on his knee. "A ladder match, who would have ever thought, 20 years ago, that they would be as big as they are today. Yet here we are, in a match made to test not only the resolve of those involved, but their desire, and their ruthlessness. You see it takes a man willing to injure or kill those he faces to win. It takes a man who can absorb punishment that would make lesser men beg for the end. Men like me were who this match was designed for. Guys who can and are willing to fly off of the top of the ladder, just to crash through an opponent to put them down. Men willing to beat the ever loving piss out of the others in the ring. I have been in many ladder matches, even the more violent TLC variation, and won each one."
Doc climbs to the top of the ladder where a belt hangs. It isn't the TV Title though, it is the Confederate title. As the camera pulls back we see the entire ringside area filled with ladders of all sizes, from small 5 footers, to large 25 footers. "Now, in just about 18-20 hours, I'll be right where I am right now. Perched high above the ring, smiling down at the bloodied and broken. Bodies of Jake Keeton, and Vic, as I retrieve the TV Title in front of tens of thousands of WCF faithful, to once again become a dual Champion." Doc removes the Confederate Championship and places it around his waist as he sits on the top of the ladder.
"Vic, what the fuck are you doing in this match? I mean really, Roy Speede pussies out, and you get to fill his spot? Seriously, what have you done to earn this? Your a sacrifice is all, because Roy Speede is just to scared to get into the ring with me. Real men would still come to Helloween and fight for a title, injury or no. I have done it many times, even claiming a title when the doctors told me to sit out. It's time you find out why they call me the Devil... Because that is precisely who I am!"
Doc hops off the ladder, landing nimbly as it tips over landing on the top rope and sending the others crashing down like dominoes, the sound echoing loudly through the arena. "Now, Jake Keeton, the man who has begun to show a side of himself I like. He's become mean, vicious, and on the verge of becoming dangerous. Let me ask you something Jake, how's those 'demons' of yours treating you? Funny isn't it, how when you crash your truck after a drinking binge, those 'demons' seem satiated. Well this Demon right here is only ever satiated by blood and destruction, just like that which I will bring down upon you and Vic tonight." Doc moves to the apron of the ring and looks down at the tangle of steel. Smoothly and without effort, he begins walking back towards the darkened stage along the ladders at if the rickety mess was solid ground.
"Yes, Johnny Reb may be the World Champion, and have had many opportunities to advance after the New Confederacy broke up. It isn't because he's more talented or even better. No it is because unlike him, I don't give a damn who I offend, nor who I piss off. What I care about is kicking ass and taking championships. So you still have a hair up your ass from two years ago? Get the fuck over it bitch, you had your shot. When it comes to matches like this, only one man can hold a candle to me, and that is the World Champion himself Johnny Reb, who I actually have the wins over in head to head competitions when ladders are involved. When you leave for the arena today, hold that wife and child close, kiss them goodbye. You were right you know, your gonna climb the ladder rung by rung, but it isn't going to be to attain the TV Title, no your taking the ladder on a trip straight to hell."
Doc stops at the top of the ramp, stepping off the ladders and turns, as the camera comes in for a close up. "Jake, Vic, you two have no fucking clue as to what kind of demonic evil your stepping into the ring with. I am the be all, end all of evil. I am the man who is walking out of Helloween the TV Champion... As a matter of fact, I am the only one that will walk out of our match. Enjoy your ambulance rides, and those nice beautiful nurses in the Intensive Care Unit. It is time that the TV Title came home to the south." Doc turns and leaves the stage towards the back as the camera pulls away, revealing a shot of the empty arena, the entire tangled mass of steel is gone, as if it never was there to begin with. As the picture fades to black, the sinister sound of pure evil laughing echos loudly throughout the building...
The camera switches to a close up as Doc begins to make his way to the ring. "You may be wondering why I am here at this time. Three in the morning, the 'Witching Hour', said to be when evil roams the world unchecked. Add that to being on All Hallows Eve, well my minions are having the time of their lives..."
Doc climbs the ring steps, and moves to a ladder standing in the middle of the ring where moments ago, it was clear. Doc places his foot up on the second ring and leans on his knee. "A ladder match, who would have ever thought, 20 years ago, that they would be as big as they are today. Yet here we are, in a match made to test not only the resolve of those involved, but their desire, and their ruthlessness. You see it takes a man willing to injure or kill those he faces to win. It takes a man who can absorb punishment that would make lesser men beg for the end. Men like me were who this match was designed for. Guys who can and are willing to fly off of the top of the ladder, just to crash through an opponent to put them down. Men willing to beat the ever loving piss out of the others in the ring. I have been in many ladder matches, even the more violent TLC variation, and won each one."
Doc climbs to the top of the ladder where a belt hangs. It isn't the TV Title though, it is the Confederate title. As the camera pulls back we see the entire ringside area filled with ladders of all sizes, from small 5 footers, to large 25 footers. "Now, in just about 18-20 hours, I'll be right where I am right now. Perched high above the ring, smiling down at the bloodied and broken. Bodies of Jake Keeton, and Vic, as I retrieve the TV Title in front of tens of thousands of WCF faithful, to once again become a dual Champion." Doc removes the Confederate Championship and places it around his waist as he sits on the top of the ladder.
"Vic, what the fuck are you doing in this match? I mean really, Roy Speede pussies out, and you get to fill his spot? Seriously, what have you done to earn this? Your a sacrifice is all, because Roy Speede is just to scared to get into the ring with me. Real men would still come to Helloween and fight for a title, injury or no. I have done it many times, even claiming a title when the doctors told me to sit out. It's time you find out why they call me the Devil... Because that is precisely who I am!"
Doc hops off the ladder, landing nimbly as it tips over landing on the top rope and sending the others crashing down like dominoes, the sound echoing loudly through the arena. "Now, Jake Keeton, the man who has begun to show a side of himself I like. He's become mean, vicious, and on the verge of becoming dangerous. Let me ask you something Jake, how's those 'demons' of yours treating you? Funny isn't it, how when you crash your truck after a drinking binge, those 'demons' seem satiated. Well this Demon right here is only ever satiated by blood and destruction, just like that which I will bring down upon you and Vic tonight." Doc moves to the apron of the ring and looks down at the tangle of steel. Smoothly and without effort, he begins walking back towards the darkened stage along the ladders at if the rickety mess was solid ground.
"Yes, Johnny Reb may be the World Champion, and have had many opportunities to advance after the New Confederacy broke up. It isn't because he's more talented or even better. No it is because unlike him, I don't give a damn who I offend, nor who I piss off. What I care about is kicking ass and taking championships. So you still have a hair up your ass from two years ago? Get the fuck over it bitch, you had your shot. When it comes to matches like this, only one man can hold a candle to me, and that is the World Champion himself Johnny Reb, who I actually have the wins over in head to head competitions when ladders are involved. When you leave for the arena today, hold that wife and child close, kiss them goodbye. You were right you know, your gonna climb the ladder rung by rung, but it isn't going to be to attain the TV Title, no your taking the ladder on a trip straight to hell."
Doc stops at the top of the ramp, stepping off the ladders and turns, as the camera comes in for a close up. "Jake, Vic, you two have no fucking clue as to what kind of demonic evil your stepping into the ring with. I am the be all, end all of evil. I am the man who is walking out of Helloween the TV Champion... As a matter of fact, I am the only one that will walk out of our match. Enjoy your ambulance rides, and those nice beautiful nurses in the Intensive Care Unit. It is time that the TV Title came home to the south." Doc turns and leaves the stage towards the back as the camera pulls away, revealing a shot of the empty arena, the entire tangled mass of steel is gone, as if it never was there to begin with. As the picture fades to black, the sinister sound of pure evil laughing echos loudly throughout the building...
