Post by Doc ‘the Cock’ Henry on Mar 11, 2018 21:38:10 GMT -5
Thursday, February 22nd, around 3 PM...
Doc is sitting on a small boat in the middle of Cole Reservoir, just outside Heron Bay GA. He sips on a bottle of his families finest as he lounges, fishing pole in hand.
bzzz bzzz...
Doc pulls his phone out of his pocket, it’s a number he doesn’t recognize. The Southern Rogue hits ignore to send them to voicemail, he’s getting a nibble.
bzzz bzzz...
It’s the same damned number. Doc snarls as he sends the person to voicemail again, the fish is starting to show real interest, and by the feel of the nibbles, it’s a good one. He waits patiently, giving the line some oh so gentle tugs to entice his prey into taking the bait.
The line starts to slowly creep out, as the catfish begins its exploratory bites, this fish has been caught a few times. Doc sat up slowly, gently lowering his tip as the big fish started to swim off. Doc waited, his thumb resting on the line. He knew the window for a solid set was small on a fish like this....
Waiting...
Waiting...
NOW...
bzzz bzzz...
“Mother Fucker!!!”
The buzzing of his phone caused Doc to jerk the rod and the hook didn’t set, he knew this fish was gone and he looked down at his phone. Guess who...
He pulled the line and bait in, and finally answered the intruding call, this mother fucker was gonna get a verbal beat down the likes of which would curl the toes of anyone foolish enough to listen in. Since his retirement, Doc really enjoyed his fishing time...
“Listen you sad sack of monke...
Torture?
What the fuck, I haven’t seen you since our match at XIII. Wait... Why are you calling me?
Mhmm....
Oh really?
Well, I’m the middle of a lake fishing at the moment. When I get back to the ranch, I’ll definitely pull the email up, and check your place out.
Yeah, you too.”
Doc hung his phone up and sat there for a minute. WOW, so Tort and Digger started their own company, and they wanted Doc. They wanted the Southern Rogue to add star power. That was a lot to chew on, so Doc did what naturally comes next, he re-baited the hook with fresh rotten bloody liver and cast a line...
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Several Hours Later...
Doc was sitting in his hot tub, a finely rolled Cuban in one hand and a scotch in the other. Torture had sent him an interesting proposition and offer, Doc grinned as he went over the details in his head.
“Annnnd the kids are down, time for our ‘adult activity’ of the evening.” Mary stripped down and joined her husband in the hot tub. “Good God this water feels amazing...”
Doc smiled warmly as he pour his wife a glass of her own. “Have I told you Motherhood suits you?”
“Only every day...”
“So, looks like in a week and a half, we’ll be in the City of Angels...”
”So, your really gonna go back? I know you’ve been feeling the itch. Do you think you can trust those two?”
“Hey, I’m gonna hear their final pitch and see, but yes, I think I can... They aren’t Seth Lerch and Co.....”
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Revolution, Staples Center, Main Event.
Doc was sitting in a VIP booth enjoying the show, he signed just before hand, Torture making him an offer worthy of his legacy. As he watched the match between D-Day and Speede unfold, he knew his decision was the right one, these guys looked great!
When Deruty put his foot on the ropes to break the three count, Doc knew what he had to do, he left the suite and made his way to the lower bowl of the Staples Center.
There he waited, with a clear view of the ring, cheering on with the rest of the fans in attendance...
BOOM! Speede hit his finishing maneuver and Doc started towards the barrier, AW’s champion had been crowned, and now there was a new biggest, baddest bull in the yard... Time to make sure everybody see’s him go down...
Speede was getting his moment, and just when he sensed it was right the ‘Cock’ jumped the barricade and slid into the Ring behind Roy. Doc spins him around, and...
GAMBLER’S HAND!!!
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Tuesday Morning after Revolution. Around 1030...
Doc is sitting in his lavish hotel suite overlooking the Pacific Ocean. Sure enough there is a knock on the door. He doesn’t bother to answer as Malachor does his job. The bodyguard collects the message and brings it to his boss. “Sir, looks like you’ve been booked into your first match...”
The Confederate Champion grabs the paper, envelope and all. His smile beams, Main Event, in a Fatal Fourway for the #1 Contendership to Roy at the next pay per view, Battlefield...
He turned to his man, “Well, get the jet ready, we have some preparations to get underway...”
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Thursday, March 8th 1648...
Doc and family are sitting in the comfort of his private jet as it soars at 50,000 feet. Doc had retired his old G200 as the primary travel craft as his family grew. He still used it when traveling alone for business, but this was a brand new G650. It wasn’t your standard “business man’s jet”, no Doc had it customized out for his family, with specific areas devoted towards the children, as well as an almost hedonistic level of luxury...
Mary is in the back resting with the kids as Balthazar naps in one of the large swivel chairs, Doc and Malachor are enjoying a smoke and ‘shine.
“So, I know you’ve not been in the ring in a while. You sure you’re good to go for a Main Event #1 Contendership?”
Doc just smiled, “Look, I’m not gonna say this match didn’t take me by surprise. Hell, I fully figured that like other places, I would have gotten the ‘We are so glad to sign a star like you... oh, by the way, you have to start as a the bottom.” He paused to sip his families finest, “That’s what I retired from, that’s what I had gotten to believe was the standard fare in this business. The ‘it does not matter what your past is’ business model that soooo many of these promoters use. If you weren’t a home grown guy, or in the bosses inner clique, welp, sorry ol’ chum, you only get enough of a push to keep you from looking for a greener ring.”
Malachor just shook his head, “Man, I don’t know how you put up with it as long as you did...”
“It’s a simple explanation that’s hard to understand. Once wrestling is in your blood, it don’t come out. The business has been around for so long that many things that happen, the guys in the back just accept it and do the best they can. Once you find somewhere good, somewhere that treats it’s talent with the respect they are due.... Well, eyes get opened and a flame that was being slowly snuffed by the cronyism styled politics bursts into a raging inferno...”
”So that’s why your so excited about this match then...”
Doc sipped his ‘shine, “There’s more to it that just that. Sure, the way Diggs and Tort are running this place is a boost to the arm, but just being back in the ring at Revolution. Man, that was like the first hit of a drug to an addict in withdrawal...
There is an old saying about coming to a new place, ‘Find the biggest Bull in the yard and knock his ass out, and make sure everyone see’s his ass go down.’ That’s what I did at Revolution. Now ADub didn’t have a Bull at the start of the show, but they most certainly did at the end...”
“You boss?” Balthazar asked as he joined them in the main cabin.
Doc and his bodyguards laughed, “You could put it that way. Look, I had no clue who it would be, and to be perfectly honest it really didn’t matter. Had it been Deruty, I would have planted him as well. It was all about sending a statement. All about letting the whole of ADub know, ‘The Cock’ is here!”
Balthazar sat down and poured himself a glass of ‘Shine. “You’re not worried about Speede taking it personally and looking for revenge?”
Doc just shrugged, “Roy knows how this game is played. Besides, that’s what I pay you two for...”
“Yes you do...”
“So what’s your plan boss?”
“Balthazar, it’s quite simple, I win.” Doc smiled and lit another cigar. “It doesn’t matter who I pin either, Camila, Alexander or good ol’ D-Day. I think I know why they were all picked though... each one of them lost to Roy on his way to becoming the inaugural ADub Champion. Granted there was AY he whooped in the first round, but he’s the new DumpsterFire World Heavyweight Champion. Well, guess what slot I’m filling, wait...
GOD DAMMIT!”
“Doc, what is it?”
“Oooo, I’m not sure who the booking dipshit is here, but just because I’m from the South does not mean I’m the same damned redneck hillbilly he is. Look, I’m the Southern Rogue, the Confederate Champion and Ambassador. There is no inbreeding, or any lower class Fucker in my gene pool.”
Doc takes a second, sips his hooch, and continues on, having regained composure. “Now, I got sidetracked for a second. Obviously they know I’m worthy of being in the number one contender’s match, so I need to not let that line of thought ruin my day...
Now, we have this barely legal girl who thinks she has what it takes because daddy is a rich man from Puerto Rico. Let me say that again, Puerto Rico... What’s his net worth, $50,000??? Now, I know that where your from, that’s a fortune to be envious of and admired. But here, in the REAL US of A, the REAL states, that is nothing. Take this plane for instance babygurl, retail on one of these bad boys, $68 Million. That’s for a bone stock model, just imagine how much more for all the luxury amenities you see before you; and they were all worth every penny. Now, I could keep going on about the whetherto’s and whyfor’s of GDP, and economics, but I know your sorority girl mind would explode, so I’ll keep it simple. You are not doing bad here in ADub, and it’s worth being proud of, but you couldn’t do one little thing, that’s holding Speede down for the three count.
You see, you only have one match against the World Champion to draw upon, one small little sampling of what the Silver Lining can do. Honey, I’ve been in the ring many times with Roy, and I know what it takes to beat the man, unlike you. I laughed when I looked into you, and more than just for being one of PR’s ‘elite society’, who were the lucky ones jizzing their pants when Trump was tossing out paper towels after the hurricanes...
I like how this ‘Badass Bitch’, as she bills herself likes so say she can make or break any man, woman, or child. Seriously girl, who do you think you are? The Disney Company??? Well guess what, I’m already a made man. I was cutting my teeth in this business while you were still whoring your ass to get Daddy’s attenti... oh wait, you still haven’t done that yet... my bad...
Go ahead little girl, keep roleplaying the tough bitch all you want, I’ll be going on after Clash to face Roy Speede at Battlefield. Wait, I have a couple questions... Have you actually bankrupted someone outside of a game of Monopoly? Do you know what it’s really like to buy up their competition, and drop prices like crazy and take a temporary hit to the financial sheets? The risks involved, the navigation of the laws to keep from getting the Securities and Exchange Commission from ass-raping you?
Didn’t think so... I should probably bring these two to ringside then, since you refuse to get your hands dirty. Yeah, I’ve seen a million and a half people like you in my life, the phony ‘tough guys’. The people who make others do their work for them, then hog all the glory. Bring it little girl, because at Clash, your gonna see what a legitimate badass looks like. Your gonna see what it looks like when someone gets their own hands dirty. I beg you, bring everything you got. Lie. Cheat. Steal. Back that mouth up, because your about to find out why Tort and Digger brought me in. I’m the main eventer your nightmares warned you of. I’m the guy that’ll see your bluff, call you on it, and leave you on the mat with your ass in the air just begging for another go.”
Doc stood up and made his way to the bathroom. A few minutes later he sits back down. “Sorry about that, had to drop a deuce. I don’t know what it is about these greasy ass guido’s turned wrestler. I swear to God they are a dime a dozen.” Doc takes on an exaggerated Brooklyn accent, “Hey Paisan, I’m from the real New York Fuckin City, Brooklyn, now don’t make me call my uncle Carmine, capiche? Fagedabowdit...”
Doc shook his head, “God, I can feel my bowels churning already in revolt... I’m gonna say this once, EVERYBODY that I have ever met from Brooklyn is a ‘legitimate certified tough guy’. Every single one. Kinda funny when you think about it. Either Brooklyn is the one place in the world to make ancient Sparta look like pussies, or it’s some mental defect where these looks think that because the Five Families ran the city for so long they just naturally have it running in their DNA. Now, don’t get me wrong, Brooklyn has produced its share of real tough guys throughout history. Let’s see, Al Capone, Tony Danza, Bobby Fischer, Curly, Moe, and Shemp Howard, Capt’n America himself Steve Rogers, and the great Mae West... Man she had great gams...”
“Gams boss?”
“Legs Balthazar... Best set in Hollywood...
Now, Alexander, you’ve done quite well for yourself so far. Just like Camila though, you ran into the freight train that is Roy Speede. Let’s face it, the man was on the warpath, and he reached the mountain top. You were just one more Goombah that got Mario stomped into a loss. One good shot to the head and you were left as flat as a mushroom in service to King Koopa. At least the Puerto Rican Princess gave him a fight. You couldn’t even take Speede out by brea... erm, bending the rules. It’s bad enough that you have Camila in the ring, let alone a man the caliber of D-Day. Man, it would’ve been fun to watch what you did to try and cheat past them. Here’s the thing though Pasternak, I’m also in this match. When it comes to fighting dirty, oh I took the book and rewrote it, King James Bib-lee style. So if’n you want to try and go toe to toe with me in a dirty fight, I have just two words for you...”
Doc Pauses and switches to a generic Easter European accent, “Diplomatic Immunity.” Doc loses the accent and reaches down, “You see, holding this Confederate Championship makes me the de facto Ambassador for the South, and well, the law is on my side son. You think you know and can pull off every dirty trick in the book, and shit son, you just may... As long as the referee doesn’t see it. Guess what though, I can walk right up to you, middle of the ring and punt your nuts up into your throat and the ref will be just like the guy on Celebrity Death Match... “I’ll allow it!”
Doc drapes the ten pounds of Confederate gold and jewels across his shoulder. “Alexander, your standing on the tracks, and the train is on its way through, destination to start a fire in your momma’s panties...”
The Southern Rogue hands off his coveted strap to Malachor, and pours a fresh glass of whisky as Mary enters from the sleeping cabin, and curls up in his lap. “Doc, don’t wear yourself out tonight, we have plans, remember?”
Doc just kissed her forehead and stroked her hair as she nuzzled in half asleep. “Don’t worry dear, I remember...
Donald Deruty, D-Day, good to see you again. Man did we have fun back in the day when the Dub was actually worth something, or what? Man, the fights we had, the Wars we were in, who woulda thunk that you and I would be here now, vieing off for a shot at the AW World Championship. Let alone both there to see Speede finally reach that mountain top. You should be proud of the part you played in helping him reach that Day. Honestly, without someone like you, a friend and brother in arms, so to speak, who was able to push him to his utmost limits, I seriously am not sure he would have been able to reach down deep enough to set history. I’m not taking anything away from what Roy did, besting you for the belt is one hell of an accomplishment. I look forward to getting into the ring with you again Day, you are definitely Main Event material and one of those guys that pushes his competition to rise up, or go home.
I know you and I have a past, not the best, nor is it the worst, but a past none the less. That’s where it stays though, the past. You, nor I am the same men we were those years ago. Both of us have grown, won championships, and kicked ass all across this globe. Really, I don’t know why Pasternak and Camila are even in this match. You were the one true piece of competition that Roy had the whole tournament. Hell, it was such a toss up that it’s quite possible you could have been the one who ate a Gambler’s Hand. That was a great match you and Roy had, and is going to be the one to beat for match of the year. You, above all others on this roster deserve to be fighting for that number one contendership.
Here’s the thing though Day, I laid Speede out, I staked my claim to challenge for that belt as well. I have no problem fighting for that right to challenge, and I wish you the best of luck. For if you win at Clash, and I mean that whole heartedly, IF. I will definitely congratulate you as a man, and one I respect a great deal, as I also tell you that I’m coming for that belt, no matter who holds it. You see Donald, I built myself quite the legacy over there, winning both multiple Tag and Singles gold. In fact I have more title reigns than Torture, and tied Digger for most Tag reigns. There, there I was mired and held back by the memory of my prolific partner Johnny Reb. It wasn’t the fans, it wasn’t the others in the back... well most of them anyhow. I was mired and held back by those in charge. It was this anti-Doc ceiling I just had no chance to get past. Now, though, now there is a new hope, renewed vigor and a fire, a hunger that has been reignited. I say this with my every being. Bring everything you have D-Day. I want your best, I want you to push me to my limit. Be that catalyst I need to pull a Kakarot, and break my limits.”
Doc looked down at his sleeping wife and nodded to Balthazar, who came and took her of his lap and carried her to the back of the plane. “Donald, you’ve held a World title before, you know what it takes. You also however know the hunger and drive of a man searching for his first, and you saw it up close at Revolution. Get ready to see it again this week. Let me just remind you D-Day, that I am a 5 Time Tag Team Champion, a 2 Time TV Champion, as well as holding US, Hardcore, and Internet Championships. Well, there is my two official runs as Cpnfederate Champion, of which I still am technically on the second...” He winks and a sly smile curls his lips, “But most importantly, I’ve done something that I know you, nor Speede, nor anyone else on the roster has. I kicked out of a Torture’s Device. Yup, you heard that correctly, I had a dream match against a man you and I both know is on the short list of consideration as the GOAT. Not only did I bring the fight to him, he had to use TWO of his most devastating finishers ever to put me away. You want to hear something even more than that? The man refused to face me again after that. He knew it took all he had to put me away. Can you say that? Can Speede? No, you cannot. Nobody on the ADub roster can.
I am in a class of my own, and every since that match, when I took the best that Seth Lerch’s golden boy had to give, you know what happened? I was buried. Yup, in a match that should have defined my career and put me on top didn’t. Nope, the powers to be there knew they saw a legend born that day, and since I was never a part of that special clique was buried and tossed aside like garbage. Do you know what that does to a man Donald? Have you ever been in a position that completely broke you? You have no idea the depths of one’s own soul a man travels after such a travesty. I pray you never do. Donald, pay attention to my next words... The hunger of a man like Roy Speede looks like indigestion next to the ravenous cravings of a man pushed beyond breakage.”
Doc stood and walked towards the back of the plane, he stopped and turned. “Alexander, Camila... Day... You damned well better bring your best. This Southern Man won’t hold anything back. I’m here to stay, and I will win this match. I WILL go on to Battleground where I will become the new World Champion. It will be an honor to face you three at Clash, and I will take the appropriate amount of pride when I beat the three of you...”
Doc turns and slams the door behind him as the screen fades to black...
Doc is sitting on a small boat in the middle of Cole Reservoir, just outside Heron Bay GA. He sips on a bottle of his families finest as he lounges, fishing pole in hand.
bzzz bzzz...
Doc pulls his phone out of his pocket, it’s a number he doesn’t recognize. The Southern Rogue hits ignore to send them to voicemail, he’s getting a nibble.
bzzz bzzz...
It’s the same damned number. Doc snarls as he sends the person to voicemail again, the fish is starting to show real interest, and by the feel of the nibbles, it’s a good one. He waits patiently, giving the line some oh so gentle tugs to entice his prey into taking the bait.
The line starts to slowly creep out, as the catfish begins its exploratory bites, this fish has been caught a few times. Doc sat up slowly, gently lowering his tip as the big fish started to swim off. Doc waited, his thumb resting on the line. He knew the window for a solid set was small on a fish like this....
Waiting...
Waiting...
NOW...
bzzz bzzz...
“Mother Fucker!!!”
The buzzing of his phone caused Doc to jerk the rod and the hook didn’t set, he knew this fish was gone and he looked down at his phone. Guess who...
He pulled the line and bait in, and finally answered the intruding call, this mother fucker was gonna get a verbal beat down the likes of which would curl the toes of anyone foolish enough to listen in. Since his retirement, Doc really enjoyed his fishing time...
“Listen you sad sack of monke...
Torture?
What the fuck, I haven’t seen you since our match at XIII. Wait... Why are you calling me?
Mhmm....
Oh really?
Well, I’m the middle of a lake fishing at the moment. When I get back to the ranch, I’ll definitely pull the email up, and check your place out.
Yeah, you too.”
Doc hung his phone up and sat there for a minute. WOW, so Tort and Digger started their own company, and they wanted Doc. They wanted the Southern Rogue to add star power. That was a lot to chew on, so Doc did what naturally comes next, he re-baited the hook with fresh rotten bloody liver and cast a line...
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Several Hours Later...
Doc was sitting in his hot tub, a finely rolled Cuban in one hand and a scotch in the other. Torture had sent him an interesting proposition and offer, Doc grinned as he went over the details in his head.
“Annnnd the kids are down, time for our ‘adult activity’ of the evening.” Mary stripped down and joined her husband in the hot tub. “Good God this water feels amazing...”
Doc smiled warmly as he pour his wife a glass of her own. “Have I told you Motherhood suits you?”
“Only every day...”
“So, looks like in a week and a half, we’ll be in the City of Angels...”
”So, your really gonna go back? I know you’ve been feeling the itch. Do you think you can trust those two?”
“Hey, I’m gonna hear their final pitch and see, but yes, I think I can... They aren’t Seth Lerch and Co.....”
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Revolution, Staples Center, Main Event.
Doc was sitting in a VIP booth enjoying the show, he signed just before hand, Torture making him an offer worthy of his legacy. As he watched the match between D-Day and Speede unfold, he knew his decision was the right one, these guys looked great!
When Deruty put his foot on the ropes to break the three count, Doc knew what he had to do, he left the suite and made his way to the lower bowl of the Staples Center.
There he waited, with a clear view of the ring, cheering on with the rest of the fans in attendance...
BOOM! Speede hit his finishing maneuver and Doc started towards the barrier, AW’s champion had been crowned, and now there was a new biggest, baddest bull in the yard... Time to make sure everybody see’s him go down...
Speede was getting his moment, and just when he sensed it was right the ‘Cock’ jumped the barricade and slid into the Ring behind Roy. Doc spins him around, and...
GAMBLER’S HAND!!!
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Tuesday Morning after Revolution. Around 1030...
Doc is sitting in his lavish hotel suite overlooking the Pacific Ocean. Sure enough there is a knock on the door. He doesn’t bother to answer as Malachor does his job. The bodyguard collects the message and brings it to his boss. “Sir, looks like you’ve been booked into your first match...”
The Confederate Champion grabs the paper, envelope and all. His smile beams, Main Event, in a Fatal Fourway for the #1 Contendership to Roy at the next pay per view, Battlefield...
He turned to his man, “Well, get the jet ready, we have some preparations to get underway...”
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Thursday, March 8th 1648...
Doc and family are sitting in the comfort of his private jet as it soars at 50,000 feet. Doc had retired his old G200 as the primary travel craft as his family grew. He still used it when traveling alone for business, but this was a brand new G650. It wasn’t your standard “business man’s jet”, no Doc had it customized out for his family, with specific areas devoted towards the children, as well as an almost hedonistic level of luxury...
Mary is in the back resting with the kids as Balthazar naps in one of the large swivel chairs, Doc and Malachor are enjoying a smoke and ‘shine.
“So, I know you’ve not been in the ring in a while. You sure you’re good to go for a Main Event #1 Contendership?”
Doc just smiled, “Look, I’m not gonna say this match didn’t take me by surprise. Hell, I fully figured that like other places, I would have gotten the ‘We are so glad to sign a star like you... oh, by the way, you have to start as a the bottom.” He paused to sip his families finest, “That’s what I retired from, that’s what I had gotten to believe was the standard fare in this business. The ‘it does not matter what your past is’ business model that soooo many of these promoters use. If you weren’t a home grown guy, or in the bosses inner clique, welp, sorry ol’ chum, you only get enough of a push to keep you from looking for a greener ring.”
Malachor just shook his head, “Man, I don’t know how you put up with it as long as you did...”
“It’s a simple explanation that’s hard to understand. Once wrestling is in your blood, it don’t come out. The business has been around for so long that many things that happen, the guys in the back just accept it and do the best they can. Once you find somewhere good, somewhere that treats it’s talent with the respect they are due.... Well, eyes get opened and a flame that was being slowly snuffed by the cronyism styled politics bursts into a raging inferno...”
”So that’s why your so excited about this match then...”
Doc sipped his ‘shine, “There’s more to it that just that. Sure, the way Diggs and Tort are running this place is a boost to the arm, but just being back in the ring at Revolution. Man, that was like the first hit of a drug to an addict in withdrawal...
There is an old saying about coming to a new place, ‘Find the biggest Bull in the yard and knock his ass out, and make sure everyone see’s his ass go down.’ That’s what I did at Revolution. Now ADub didn’t have a Bull at the start of the show, but they most certainly did at the end...”
“You boss?” Balthazar asked as he joined them in the main cabin.
Doc and his bodyguards laughed, “You could put it that way. Look, I had no clue who it would be, and to be perfectly honest it really didn’t matter. Had it been Deruty, I would have planted him as well. It was all about sending a statement. All about letting the whole of ADub know, ‘The Cock’ is here!”
Balthazar sat down and poured himself a glass of ‘Shine. “You’re not worried about Speede taking it personally and looking for revenge?”
Doc just shrugged, “Roy knows how this game is played. Besides, that’s what I pay you two for...”
“Yes you do...”
“So what’s your plan boss?”
“Balthazar, it’s quite simple, I win.” Doc smiled and lit another cigar. “It doesn’t matter who I pin either, Camila, Alexander or good ol’ D-Day. I think I know why they were all picked though... each one of them lost to Roy on his way to becoming the inaugural ADub Champion. Granted there was AY he whooped in the first round, but he’s the new DumpsterFire World Heavyweight Champion. Well, guess what slot I’m filling, wait...
GOD DAMMIT!”
“Doc, what is it?”
“Oooo, I’m not sure who the booking dipshit is here, but just because I’m from the South does not mean I’m the same damned redneck hillbilly he is. Look, I’m the Southern Rogue, the Confederate Champion and Ambassador. There is no inbreeding, or any lower class Fucker in my gene pool.”
Doc takes a second, sips his hooch, and continues on, having regained composure. “Now, I got sidetracked for a second. Obviously they know I’m worthy of being in the number one contender’s match, so I need to not let that line of thought ruin my day...
Now, we have this barely legal girl who thinks she has what it takes because daddy is a rich man from Puerto Rico. Let me say that again, Puerto Rico... What’s his net worth, $50,000??? Now, I know that where your from, that’s a fortune to be envious of and admired. But here, in the REAL US of A, the REAL states, that is nothing. Take this plane for instance babygurl, retail on one of these bad boys, $68 Million. That’s for a bone stock model, just imagine how much more for all the luxury amenities you see before you; and they were all worth every penny. Now, I could keep going on about the whetherto’s and whyfor’s of GDP, and economics, but I know your sorority girl mind would explode, so I’ll keep it simple. You are not doing bad here in ADub, and it’s worth being proud of, but you couldn’t do one little thing, that’s holding Speede down for the three count.
You see, you only have one match against the World Champion to draw upon, one small little sampling of what the Silver Lining can do. Honey, I’ve been in the ring many times with Roy, and I know what it takes to beat the man, unlike you. I laughed when I looked into you, and more than just for being one of PR’s ‘elite society’, who were the lucky ones jizzing their pants when Trump was tossing out paper towels after the hurricanes...
I like how this ‘Badass Bitch’, as she bills herself likes so say she can make or break any man, woman, or child. Seriously girl, who do you think you are? The Disney Company??? Well guess what, I’m already a made man. I was cutting my teeth in this business while you were still whoring your ass to get Daddy’s attenti... oh wait, you still haven’t done that yet... my bad...
Go ahead little girl, keep roleplaying the tough bitch all you want, I’ll be going on after Clash to face Roy Speede at Battlefield. Wait, I have a couple questions... Have you actually bankrupted someone outside of a game of Monopoly? Do you know what it’s really like to buy up their competition, and drop prices like crazy and take a temporary hit to the financial sheets? The risks involved, the navigation of the laws to keep from getting the Securities and Exchange Commission from ass-raping you?
Didn’t think so... I should probably bring these two to ringside then, since you refuse to get your hands dirty. Yeah, I’ve seen a million and a half people like you in my life, the phony ‘tough guys’. The people who make others do their work for them, then hog all the glory. Bring it little girl, because at Clash, your gonna see what a legitimate badass looks like. Your gonna see what it looks like when someone gets their own hands dirty. I beg you, bring everything you got. Lie. Cheat. Steal. Back that mouth up, because your about to find out why Tort and Digger brought me in. I’m the main eventer your nightmares warned you of. I’m the guy that’ll see your bluff, call you on it, and leave you on the mat with your ass in the air just begging for another go.”
Doc stood up and made his way to the bathroom. A few minutes later he sits back down. “Sorry about that, had to drop a deuce. I don’t know what it is about these greasy ass guido’s turned wrestler. I swear to God they are a dime a dozen.” Doc takes on an exaggerated Brooklyn accent, “Hey Paisan, I’m from the real New York Fuckin City, Brooklyn, now don’t make me call my uncle Carmine, capiche? Fagedabowdit...”
Doc shook his head, “God, I can feel my bowels churning already in revolt... I’m gonna say this once, EVERYBODY that I have ever met from Brooklyn is a ‘legitimate certified tough guy’. Every single one. Kinda funny when you think about it. Either Brooklyn is the one place in the world to make ancient Sparta look like pussies, or it’s some mental defect where these looks think that because the Five Families ran the city for so long they just naturally have it running in their DNA. Now, don’t get me wrong, Brooklyn has produced its share of real tough guys throughout history. Let’s see, Al Capone, Tony Danza, Bobby Fischer, Curly, Moe, and Shemp Howard, Capt’n America himself Steve Rogers, and the great Mae West... Man she had great gams...”
“Gams boss?”
“Legs Balthazar... Best set in Hollywood...
Now, Alexander, you’ve done quite well for yourself so far. Just like Camila though, you ran into the freight train that is Roy Speede. Let’s face it, the man was on the warpath, and he reached the mountain top. You were just one more Goombah that got Mario stomped into a loss. One good shot to the head and you were left as flat as a mushroom in service to King Koopa. At least the Puerto Rican Princess gave him a fight. You couldn’t even take Speede out by brea... erm, bending the rules. It’s bad enough that you have Camila in the ring, let alone a man the caliber of D-Day. Man, it would’ve been fun to watch what you did to try and cheat past them. Here’s the thing though Pasternak, I’m also in this match. When it comes to fighting dirty, oh I took the book and rewrote it, King James Bib-lee style. So if’n you want to try and go toe to toe with me in a dirty fight, I have just two words for you...”
Doc Pauses and switches to a generic Easter European accent, “Diplomatic Immunity.” Doc loses the accent and reaches down, “You see, holding this Confederate Championship makes me the de facto Ambassador for the South, and well, the law is on my side son. You think you know and can pull off every dirty trick in the book, and shit son, you just may... As long as the referee doesn’t see it. Guess what though, I can walk right up to you, middle of the ring and punt your nuts up into your throat and the ref will be just like the guy on Celebrity Death Match... “I’ll allow it!”
Doc drapes the ten pounds of Confederate gold and jewels across his shoulder. “Alexander, your standing on the tracks, and the train is on its way through, destination to start a fire in your momma’s panties...”
The Southern Rogue hands off his coveted strap to Malachor, and pours a fresh glass of whisky as Mary enters from the sleeping cabin, and curls up in his lap. “Doc, don’t wear yourself out tonight, we have plans, remember?”
Doc just kissed her forehead and stroked her hair as she nuzzled in half asleep. “Don’t worry dear, I remember...
Donald Deruty, D-Day, good to see you again. Man did we have fun back in the day when the Dub was actually worth something, or what? Man, the fights we had, the Wars we were in, who woulda thunk that you and I would be here now, vieing off for a shot at the AW World Championship. Let alone both there to see Speede finally reach that mountain top. You should be proud of the part you played in helping him reach that Day. Honestly, without someone like you, a friend and brother in arms, so to speak, who was able to push him to his utmost limits, I seriously am not sure he would have been able to reach down deep enough to set history. I’m not taking anything away from what Roy did, besting you for the belt is one hell of an accomplishment. I look forward to getting into the ring with you again Day, you are definitely Main Event material and one of those guys that pushes his competition to rise up, or go home.
I know you and I have a past, not the best, nor is it the worst, but a past none the less. That’s where it stays though, the past. You, nor I am the same men we were those years ago. Both of us have grown, won championships, and kicked ass all across this globe. Really, I don’t know why Pasternak and Camila are even in this match. You were the one true piece of competition that Roy had the whole tournament. Hell, it was such a toss up that it’s quite possible you could have been the one who ate a Gambler’s Hand. That was a great match you and Roy had, and is going to be the one to beat for match of the year. You, above all others on this roster deserve to be fighting for that number one contendership.
Here’s the thing though Day, I laid Speede out, I staked my claim to challenge for that belt as well. I have no problem fighting for that right to challenge, and I wish you the best of luck. For if you win at Clash, and I mean that whole heartedly, IF. I will definitely congratulate you as a man, and one I respect a great deal, as I also tell you that I’m coming for that belt, no matter who holds it. You see Donald, I built myself quite the legacy over there, winning both multiple Tag and Singles gold. In fact I have more title reigns than Torture, and tied Digger for most Tag reigns. There, there I was mired and held back by the memory of my prolific partner Johnny Reb. It wasn’t the fans, it wasn’t the others in the back... well most of them anyhow. I was mired and held back by those in charge. It was this anti-Doc ceiling I just had no chance to get past. Now, though, now there is a new hope, renewed vigor and a fire, a hunger that has been reignited. I say this with my every being. Bring everything you have D-Day. I want your best, I want you to push me to my limit. Be that catalyst I need to pull a Kakarot, and break my limits.”
Doc looked down at his sleeping wife and nodded to Balthazar, who came and took her of his lap and carried her to the back of the plane. “Donald, you’ve held a World title before, you know what it takes. You also however know the hunger and drive of a man searching for his first, and you saw it up close at Revolution. Get ready to see it again this week. Let me just remind you D-Day, that I am a 5 Time Tag Team Champion, a 2 Time TV Champion, as well as holding US, Hardcore, and Internet Championships. Well, there is my two official runs as Cpnfederate Champion, of which I still am technically on the second...” He winks and a sly smile curls his lips, “But most importantly, I’ve done something that I know you, nor Speede, nor anyone else on the roster has. I kicked out of a Torture’s Device. Yup, you heard that correctly, I had a dream match against a man you and I both know is on the short list of consideration as the GOAT. Not only did I bring the fight to him, he had to use TWO of his most devastating finishers ever to put me away. You want to hear something even more than that? The man refused to face me again after that. He knew it took all he had to put me away. Can you say that? Can Speede? No, you cannot. Nobody on the ADub roster can.
I am in a class of my own, and every since that match, when I took the best that Seth Lerch’s golden boy had to give, you know what happened? I was buried. Yup, in a match that should have defined my career and put me on top didn’t. Nope, the powers to be there knew they saw a legend born that day, and since I was never a part of that special clique was buried and tossed aside like garbage. Do you know what that does to a man Donald? Have you ever been in a position that completely broke you? You have no idea the depths of one’s own soul a man travels after such a travesty. I pray you never do. Donald, pay attention to my next words... The hunger of a man like Roy Speede looks like indigestion next to the ravenous cravings of a man pushed beyond breakage.”
Doc stood and walked towards the back of the plane, he stopped and turned. “Alexander, Camila... Day... You damned well better bring your best. This Southern Man won’t hold anything back. I’m here to stay, and I will win this match. I WILL go on to Battleground where I will become the new World Champion. It will be an honor to face you three at Clash, and I will take the appropriate amount of pride when I beat the three of you...”
Doc turns and slams the door behind him as the screen fades to black...