Post by Doc ‘the Cock’ Henry on Mar 18, 2018 21:35:31 GMT -5
Monday 12 March, after Clash...
Doc is in the back of the arena, climbing into a waiting limo, as Balthazar loads the luggage in the trunk before joining him as the limo speeds off.
“I tell you boss, I thought you had that match.”
”Me too, Balthazar”, Doc replied, “Me too. Deruty brought it, and earned it. Dammit.”
“So you attacked him out of frustration?”
Doc laid his head back, “No, that was something else entirely. Those two showed their disrespect and contempt for not bothering to even so much as say anything that wasn’t recycled propaganda.
Seriously the last time DDay and I were in a ring, first part of 2013, FIVE years ago, and as for Speedo? Well we were only ever in the ring against each other, TWICE. Now, I’m not counting that place’s patented clusterfuck specials... Those matches are a whole ‘nother story...” Doc reached out and accepted the drink being offered by Balthazar without even showing so much as knowing where it is, and didn’t miss. “As for Day, well before tonight, him and I were dead even, not counting those clusters. What really gave me the red ass about it, they drank so much of the kool-aid about Johnny having carried my ass my whole career, then celebrated together in the ring...”
Balthazar nodded, “I’ve heard that same stuff for years myself boss, and I’d believe it if I didn’t know no better.”
“I don’t think they do, and that is sad. Ignorance I can understand, but willful? I just am unable to wrap my brain around that concept. Look, the last time those two competed against me, well hell it was right in the middle of a bad part of my career, when I was getting screwed over the most, pretty much my whole time there. Yet I still won more titles than many others. Go finger that one out...
These two took what they had seen with their own eyes, drank from the Lerchade and never looked back. I don’t even think Day remembers the sad little fact that in a tag match, with the man he and others claim “carried my ass”, I was partnered with one of the “revolving door gang” of nobodies they used to hire and you know what happened? I took that nobody and beat those two. Yeah, I’m some never was hack that can’t make it without my brother Johnny...
Fucking pathetic I tell you, and THAT is why I laid them out. While these two took years off to do whatever they wanted, I stayed in the trenches and put together one hell of a run in an organization that refused to back me.” Doc dropped the plastic glass on the floor and snarled, “Oh, I’m not done with either one of them, nor that World Title yet. It’s just the beginning....”
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Thursday 15 March, afternoonish...
Thursday 15 March, afternoonish...
Doc is sitting on a bench at the Hogle Zoo, the kids were still eating ice cream treat before they entered the Small Animal Building. Doc was smiling as only a proud parent can. It was then that Doc noticed the twins were in their own little conversation, and he smiled. What was it with twins and having their own language?
Mary wasn’t missing a beat either, as she kisses her man and stands. “Looks like they saw the carousel, ride time for the little ones.” Doc simply nodded and Mary and the kids were off, Balthazar in tow.
Doc turned to Malachor with a grin on his face. “Can you believe just how much we get to see of the world? Seriously, not just because I’m loaded, but that sure helps. No, bringing the family along on tour, what other families get the chance to culture themselves like this?
I’ve heard many people over the years talk about how this business pulls families apart and how hard it is on the wrestler and his family.”
“I’ve heard the same thing as well, but you guys manage to pull it off very well.”
“Our relationship has a strong foundation. That’s the key.”
Doc and Malachor look up to see little Johnny and Katie riding on the carousel, but started laughing as they noticed Mary and Balthazar were on the same animals with the toddlers.
”Man I’m soooo gonna razz him later about how cute he looked.”
“You’d do the same thing Malachor, those kids have you two as wrapped as us...”
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Saturday 17 March
Saturday 17 March
Doc is in the sauna of his hotel suite, only the best for the Henry family, after a long workout. He had a match coming up on Monday. A match that he knew he was going to win. Of all the people from the fourway for him to face, it was the one who deserved it the least.
“Listen up Pastercrap, I don’t know what wrestling booking god looked down on you after the shit show you put on last week, and quite frankly, I don’t fucking care. You need to realize that come Clash, you’re gonna have all of me coming at you, full bore. During that fourway, well, my attention was divided, and I focused on the one man other than me who mattered, and he won. Had it not been for your communist ass, and that Puerto Rican wannabe, I’d be going on to face Speede at Battleground.
Now, don’t concern yourself with Camila, as she is gonna get her comeuppance from me soon enough. You have a big receipt coming. The first of many ass whoopings I’m doling out. Look at you, some rooski who doesn’t know just who he is. Well, let me tell you.
I know, because I have seen, deep in your eyes, soul, and heart. You’re nothing, an embarrassment to your family. Look into that mirror and tell yourself all you want that your some tough as nails banditi all you want, all night long, it won’t matter. Your nothing, you’ll always be nothing, and I’m going to pin your fake ass and move on, because you are not worth being in the main event picture. Go home, save yourself the embarrassment and heartache that will come at my hands.”
Doc stands up and exits the sauna, as impressively naked as one can be. “That’s what an Alpha Male looks like little boy...”
The camera fades to black as Doc stalks over to his naked wife, ass in the air in eager anticipation...