Post by Doc Henry on Dec 11, 2011 14:05:44 GMT -5
It's a nice December evening in Georgia, the crisp air flows softly through the foliage surrounding Doc's palatial estate. With a wave back at his house, Doc sits on top of his horse, Faustus, and lights a cigarette. From speakers set at the d of the long driveway upon which we find ourselves, Wizards of Winter starts as an elaborately choreographed show of Christmas lights dance upon Doc's house.
"Ahh, the beauty that is this season. Kinda brings a smile to one's face to see it. Quite unlike my face after seeing my partner's little spiel. What's the matter Johnny? I saw no decorations up in your apartment, you act like something crawled up your ass and laid eggs, and you show no holiday spirit. You ARE Scroodge!!!"
With a flick of his wrist, Doc begins the short ride back to his house, and the camera follows. "Johnny, I'm not sure why you think I control your career. All I did was set things up for you and me both to not be further screwed out of our royalties, with an occasional tag appearance here and there. Apparently our illustrious leader Seth Lerch wants more than that. Don't worry, I'll deal with his ass.
Johnny, your mistaken about last week. In fact your mistaken about a great many things. For one, I wasnt claiming credit for the win. I was celebrating our win together as a TEAM. Johnny, you may have put forth a bigger showing last week, but that isn't because you carried me. No, Johnny, my cumshots could've beaten those two without help. Now, I'm not gonna go off on a rant here, but let me see if I heard you right. You carried the New Confederacy?!? Claim that all you want, everyone knows who really carried this team and who played 'hide the burrito' in Mexico..."
Doc stops at his door, and looks deep into the camera. "Kaylyn, Day, we've had plenty of matches and I know you two are both very good. The thing is, I'm now at a level beyond anything you'd remember. At Slam, you two are going up against the best team this business has ever seen. We may be on a rocky shoreline in our relationship with each other, but Johnny and I can still beat any other team, even like this. Day, you beat Torture, then what have you done? You have become a joke, a shell of the potential you once had. Kaylyn, you can shake that fine ass all you want. It may be one delectable temptation, but my focus is on something much more important than some booty. Johnny Reb needs his title rematch, not have it go to geriatric old has beens like Torture.
That old fart has not only taken Johnny's rightful place at One, but he has now also screwed others out of deserved shots. Men like Oblivion, Day, and most importantly, ME! Torture, you've had your shots, and succeeded. It's time you left into the twilight of your life, and left this business to those of us who are still hungry, and can take it into the next strata. Now your actions have led to more AARP members returning, like Logan. I must say though, when Johnny compared me to you, I felt honored. However, when you keep this shit your pulling up, it pisses me off. Not only are you shitting on those of us that are deserving of being World Champion, your shitting on your career, and making a mockery of anyone associated with you, even if only by mention. Take this as a friendly warning, continue on this path, and your gonna get yours, and get it to the point that you'll never be able to return..."
Doc opens his door, and enters his house, slamming it shut behind him. Before the camera can fade though, the door cracks back open and Doc sticks his head out. "Y'all come back now, ya hear..." Laughing hysterically, Doc shuts the door a final time and the scene fades to his laughter...
"Ahh, the beauty that is this season. Kinda brings a smile to one's face to see it. Quite unlike my face after seeing my partner's little spiel. What's the matter Johnny? I saw no decorations up in your apartment, you act like something crawled up your ass and laid eggs, and you show no holiday spirit. You ARE Scroodge!!!"
With a flick of his wrist, Doc begins the short ride back to his house, and the camera follows. "Johnny, I'm not sure why you think I control your career. All I did was set things up for you and me both to not be further screwed out of our royalties, with an occasional tag appearance here and there. Apparently our illustrious leader Seth Lerch wants more than that. Don't worry, I'll deal with his ass.
Johnny, your mistaken about last week. In fact your mistaken about a great many things. For one, I wasnt claiming credit for the win. I was celebrating our win together as a TEAM. Johnny, you may have put forth a bigger showing last week, but that isn't because you carried me. No, Johnny, my cumshots could've beaten those two without help. Now, I'm not gonna go off on a rant here, but let me see if I heard you right. You carried the New Confederacy?!? Claim that all you want, everyone knows who really carried this team and who played 'hide the burrito' in Mexico..."
Doc stops at his door, and looks deep into the camera. "Kaylyn, Day, we've had plenty of matches and I know you two are both very good. The thing is, I'm now at a level beyond anything you'd remember. At Slam, you two are going up against the best team this business has ever seen. We may be on a rocky shoreline in our relationship with each other, but Johnny and I can still beat any other team, even like this. Day, you beat Torture, then what have you done? You have become a joke, a shell of the potential you once had. Kaylyn, you can shake that fine ass all you want. It may be one delectable temptation, but my focus is on something much more important than some booty. Johnny Reb needs his title rematch, not have it go to geriatric old has beens like Torture.
That old fart has not only taken Johnny's rightful place at One, but he has now also screwed others out of deserved shots. Men like Oblivion, Day, and most importantly, ME! Torture, you've had your shots, and succeeded. It's time you left into the twilight of your life, and left this business to those of us who are still hungry, and can take it into the next strata. Now your actions have led to more AARP members returning, like Logan. I must say though, when Johnny compared me to you, I felt honored. However, when you keep this shit your pulling up, it pisses me off. Not only are you shitting on those of us that are deserving of being World Champion, your shitting on your career, and making a mockery of anyone associated with you, even if only by mention. Take this as a friendly warning, continue on this path, and your gonna get yours, and get it to the point that you'll never be able to return..."
Doc opens his door, and enters his house, slamming it shut behind him. Before the camera can fade though, the door cracks back open and Doc sticks his head out. "Y'all come back now, ya hear..." Laughing hysterically, Doc shuts the door a final time and the scene fades to his laughter...
