Post by Doc Henry on Jun 8, 2017 15:17:19 GMT -6
4/9/17 WCF Slam RP
Return to....?
Doc's hotel suite, Columbus, Ohio... 4/7/17 11:59PM
Doc is sitting in his dark room, his silhouette shadowed against the city lights outside the window. Slowly he puffs away on a finely rolled Cuban cigar.
"So I'm back. I thought I could just walk away and be happy, but the ring, the fans, the rush just kept pulling. It's like when a heroin addict who gets that slight whiff of the drug, that is what I was like at Explosion.
Sure, I was a guest there in Lerch's private box... Yes, yes, feel free to insert gay jokes here, I'll wait...
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Was that enough time?
No?
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Well, enough with the dicking around..."
Doc leaned his head back and closed his eyes in relaxation. After several moments a smile formed on his face and he took a big toke off the cigar. As he exhaled the smoke a buxom beauty stood up from in front of the Southern Rogue, her naked body shadowed by the night.
As she smiled at him, Doc stood and slapped her ass. The woman strode off towards the en suite bathroom and her skin glistened in the night. Doc didn't even watch her, instead he strode to the open balcony door and stood at the railing.
"I must admit though, watching Frankie capture the World Championship again was thrilling to say the least. Big congrats to him!
Doc stared down at the people milling around even this late at night, not a care in the world what was going on around them.
"What really takes the piss, was that Lerch wanted me to get a look at the talent here, see the new people. I wasn't impressed actually, I see the same old faces I've seen many times before. Surprise, surprise we are have Pantheon still, have they hit over version 9000 yet? I guess things will always stay the same, no matter what changes. Take Phoenix for example, a hot mess still trying to throw her negligible weight around, still to no effect..." Doc sighs, "How sad..."
A strange expression comes over Doc's face, then he smiles as only he can. Tires squeal, and he turns to walk back into the room. With a silent click, the sliding door clicks shut, and a spot light passes over the window, Doc's silhouette casting ominously.
"Now, I know some people out there will have fun with good ol' Doc back in the dub. To be honest, they can have all the fun they want, my reasons for being here are mine and mine alone. When I want them to know those reasons, I'll show them..."
Doc pours himself a glass of whisky from the minibar, and sits in the recliner. "This week, my week back, I am booked in a Triple Threat Match. No segment to greet the fans in the ring, no homecoming event, just a curt call from the main office to let me know I'm going early and against two rookies. Really Lerch? That's what I rate on my return two rookies? I don't even get a Jobber to the Stars veteran, some low to mid card hack? Who knows, maybe I'm looking at it wrong, maybe it's the rookies Lerch wants to test...
Ok, I can handle that..."
Doc sipped ok the whisky and thought for a moment. "You know, upon further thought, fuck what Lerch wants. Sure I can put these rookies to the test, give them the run through and harden them into future stars, but why should I? Why should I be looking to make anyone but myself better?"
Doc stood with a snarl and approached the camera's location. As he did so, the temperature in the room began to plummet and his breath puffed in the cold. Oddly enough the room began to glow with an ethereal red light. "Captain Rump Roast and this Carter douche. I have won more championships than most of the fucks in this company, I have kicked ass on six continents and even in other dimensions. Tell me again why I should lower myself to those obviously beneath me?"
Doc's lady friend emerged from the shower, and saw the look on his face and cowered with fear. He didn't even flinch as the anger began to rise, his voice staying eerily calm. "You two can puff up your chests and crow all you want, but I'm going to take you both Straight to Hell, kicking and screaming. Your gods cannot save you from the pain and suffering I will unleash upon you..."
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
"CPD, open up!"
Doc snarled with annoyance as he didn't even cover up as he walked to the door and pulled it open to find two of Columbus' finest at his suite door. "Officers, how can I help you?" Everything had returned to normal and left no indication of what had just transpired, the woman lay down on the bed, as the officers looked surprised at Doc's lack of clothes.
"Sir, would you mind covering up please?"
"Yes, I would mind..." Doc folded his arms and leaned against the door expectantly.
"Sir," The second, older officer chimed in, "Someone took a leak off one of these balconys and gave our car an impromptu washing..."
Doc stifled a laugh, and shook his head, "I'm sorry to hear that, some people just have no consideration for others." He looked both officers in the eyes, and his changed to fire red in color. "I believe it was the guy two floors down, he was on the balcony earlier cussing about the bacon patrol in this city. I also believe he is armed and dangerous..."
Doc slammed the door shut in their faces and smiled as they headed off at a run, calling for backup as they went...
Turning, his eyes still aglow, Doc finally addressed the camera directly. "It was once said the greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was to convince the world he didn't exist. Why would I need to hide, I'm the fucking Desolate One. I have no reason to hide, not one true Lord ever reigned while hiding in the shadows behind myth and rumor.
At Slam, I start my path towards my rule, Troy and Pump are going to suffer. They will come into the ring looking to get a win and move up the food chain. What these two pretenders don't understand is that I am so far higher up the chain than they will ever be. I am ten times over champion in the WCF. Add in my two reigns as Confederate Champion and I have a good dozen runs. What have they done? Oh, wait, nothing.
They have done nothing and they are nothing, which is exactly what I will leave them with, I will even eat their souls..."
His eyes begin to blaze, and the picture distorts as it is melted from within, going to static as it finally explodes...
Fade...
4/13/17 WCF Slam WHC RP#1
The Devil has come back to Georgia...
Tuesday 11th April, 6:49 AM, Middle of the woods, Doc's estate...
The early morning mists moved through the thicket like a ethereal specter. There were no birds chirping, in fact it was eerily quiet. Out of the mists stepped a figure, Doc Henry. "I told them, I told those two what would happen if they showed up in Columbus. Still like all annoyances, I had to swat them like the gnats they are."
Doc paused as hooven footfalls could be heard approaching softly. With a smile, he greeted his long time steed, Faustus. This however wasn't the mighty steed we've seen before, no something was different, he seemed tortured and warped by evil. His hooves looked as if they were shod by the very demons of Hell, while Faustus' eyes glowed with buried malevolence just waiting to break forth. "Ahhh, my faithful Faustus..."
The horse reared on his hind legs as it seemed he was breathing smoke. Doc simply grabbed the beasts reigns and climbed on. "I told Troy and Pumpernickel that they were dealing with someone that they couldn't comprehend. Now look where they are, still languishing at the bottom of the card, still... nothing. I however have been given what I should have had long ago, the main event spot. To top it off, yes, the World Title is on the line. The World Title, oh how things seem to fall in line sometimes. I did not come back to claim gold, I have done that multiple times already.
I came for something bigger, something that cannot be gotten through just winning matches. If I really wanted gold, I have a vault full of it. No I want something that cannot be given, it must be taken at the tip of a sword and with spilled blood. For far too long have I sat back and let the world go on with an absentee landlord. It is my time to reign, my time to sit on the throne..."
Doc paused to look over his shoulder. Then turned and rode off. Faustus' hoof prints left in flame...
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Bursting through the edge of the trees, Doc spurred his horse into a full run, trailing fire in their wake as he sped towards his mansion. It only took a few moments before his arrival, and he leapt off the saddle and onto the veranda as Faustus ran by, then off into the encroaching mists. "Don't mind the change of scenery, for I have many things in the works."
Kicking the front doors open, Doc grinned and shouted, "Honey, I'm Hoooome!!!" He walked through the home, it's contents scattered and broken. He didn't even miss a beat either as he casually stepped on and over the debris. "Well check this out, it's almost like there was a struggle here. Everything is broken and scattered, and would you look at that, Blood everywhere..."
Doc laughed and just continued on through the destruction until he came to his home office, everything in impeccable condition. Well, if you count it being devoid of anything but a large oak desk and chair. There was a fire blazing in the large fireplace and Doc sat behind the desk. "I guess this is where we get down to brass tacks as I understand the expression goes. Sunday, as I already mentioned, there is this grand main event involving one World Champion by the name of Frank Patrick Venable, the man who just goes by FPV. This is his second run with that belt, a good feat, by anyone's standards. See Francis has been around the Dub almost as long as Doc. In fact I would even venture to say they have fought along side each other as acquaintances if not down right friends.
Looking over things though, it seems as if while they have had some run ins in WAR events, for the most part, Doc and Francis haven't been in the ring together much at all. There have been exactly two times Doc has stepped into the ring against FPV one-on-one. The first was in Australia which was called off before it could begin, sadly neither one of them were at fault as Pee Pants Price couldn't keep from being a little bitch... The second go around though, involved Francis as the People's Champion in a match against the Southern Rogue as the Internet Champion. Can you guess how that turned out?
Shall I give you a few to remember, or more correctly google?
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That's right boys and girls, both men put on a fight, hitting finishers on each other and kicking out, but one main prevailed, Doc 'The Cock' Henry." Doc stands and laughs, "You want to hear the funny part of this little tale? Doc lost the Internet Championship later that night to a fresh ZMac. You see, he put so much into fighting Francis, and took a hell of a lot of punishment there was nothing left in the tank going against a so called Zombie. This was at a time when Francis had already held the World Title previously. So you see even then when Doc was still on his way down from what most people consider the peak of his career, he was able to put away a former and now the current World Champion, Francis Venable."
Doc stands and walks over to the fireplace, he squats down and begins to stare intently at the flames. "I can hear the so-called smarks out there now, 'But Doc, aren't you just the same man now as you were then, even further removed from your prime?'." This produces a snarl in the former Confederate Champion. "Isn't it obvious? That man you all called 'The Cock' is gone, replaced by a much better, stronger specimen. I am far superior than him, and I don't have the weaknesses that left him craving what he could never have. There is no glass ceiling for this Master of all I see. I am coming for my crown, and my throne is all but ready for me to ascend."
Doc reached his hand slowly into the fire and held it there, he smiled as he pulled it back, still alight and showing no signs of being consumed by the flame. "You see this Francis? This flame is you, burning hot and bright right now, a formidable foe for anyone else. But as you can see here with this flame, there isn't a thing you can do to me that will culminate in your victory." Doc holds his hand up and finally breaks the fourth wall by looking directly at the camera. The fire on his hand dies out as he smiles darkly, an intensity in his eyes that no mere mortal should have, glows bright. Almost as if they were projecting light themselves. "You see Francis, just like this flame, at my hands you'll be snuffed out. Your run with that belt while hot and bright shall wither and fade into nothingness, leaving behind no evidence it even existed...
Doc has beaten you before when you were a Champion, and I'll do it again in Ohio. You see Francis, what you faced before was this." Doc's middle finger sparked and a small dim flame glowed at it's tip. "Now, some would consider that to be quite the impressive showing, and at one time, I'm sure Doc was quite pleased with it as well. I, however am not this little light... No, this little light of mine, it's not going to shine, it will be just a whimper next to the flaming conflagration that awaits you."
Doc stands as that small little flame bursts forth and engulfs his whole body. "Fraaaancisss...
Fraaannncissss...
Hey, fuck face!!!
I'm just getting started my friend... Wait, no, your not worthy of being my friend. Hell your barely even worthy of being my slave. However, you drew the short straw, you just happen to be the man put in front of me while I am on my path to domination, and cementing my Reign of Evil and blood. I meant it earlier when I said that Titles and Gold weren't what I came here for, but you would be sorely mistaken if you think that means I won't garner mass pleasure in taking the WCF World Heavyweight Championship from around your pathetic waist. Francis, there is everything to fear, so before you spend an eternity tortured by my demons, feel free to kneel and grovel all you want. It won't change the fact that as of this moment, I own you, I control your destiny, and I will be claiming that World Heavyweight Championship."
As the flames around Doc grow, he smiles as his voice drops a couple octaves and seems to shake the very bedrock, "Damnatio, et requiescere faciam scelus tuum de Deo, omnis passio pellis et ad festum animabus vestris. Et incenderent igne inferni, libera. Sic et illud est."
Slowly doc exits the office, strolling back through the vast mansion, here and there touching the walls as the flames follow him through, consuming all in it's path. Finally Doc exits through the back patio, leaving the flames behind him, and casually walks across the pool as if it was solid ground showing no evidence he was even near the flames. Faustus awaits him, and Doc mounts up, then rides off...
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Later that evening, an undisclosed location...
The inside of this hotel room shows just how seedy and run down it is, a cash by the hour/day place for sure. A figure is seen in silhouette sitting in front of the TV as a news broadcast is on.
... the fire started sometime this morning. Officials have yet to release a statement, but preliminary reports are not pointing to arson. The multi-million dollar home is a complete loss, and a spokes person for the family has confirmed the damage was confined to the residence only and that all animals and equipment remain unharmed..."
*Static Screen*
"Mmmmfff, mmm mmmmfff mmmm!!!!"
It is now evident the person is a woman bound and gagged in the chair, a familiarity is there...
"Now, now sweet Dixie. There is no use in struggling. Things will be over soon enough, and if you promise to be a good girl, your suffering, while being excruciating, will be short..." Doc came around from behind Dixie, and sat on her lap, his face inches from hers. "You know, I never did really forgive you for what you did to Johnny."
"Mmmfffhh"
"Well, no shit...
You seem to be under the impression here I give a fuck if he did. Johnny no longer is Johnny. Don't you see, the moment he took up the mantle of Timekeeper, his focus and reality changed. You really think he cares for you? You really think your life matters in the long run? Dixie, when that happened you became expendable, a mere ant in the goings on of the Universe. Your death means nothing, but I shall enjoy it. I shall make sure your soul has a permanent spot in hell..."
Doc stood and pulled out a fillet knife and casually ran it down Dixie's cheek, tracing the tear trail. "Don't worry, I'll try to make this last for both of us..."
Before Doc could make due on what he was starting two things happened. There was a bright flash outside the hotel window through the curtains drawing a curse from him. The second thing was the door came bursting open, and a trio burst through, CyberHank, Don Jesus, and one Brian Setzer... "Bernardo, stop, you must stop before you do something you cannot take back..."
"Look here you old fool..."
"Doc, we can't let you do this."
"Let me?
You have no choice..."
Doc's quick draw skills spring forth, as he pulls his .45 revolvers and they spit hot lead at the three interlopers. Don Jesus and CyberHank each take several rounds, but Brian's feline reflexes allow him to close the gap where he pounced Doc's face. The struggle is brief, as Doc grabs the cat by his nape and flings him into the wall. Doc stands and with a swift motion slashes Dixie's throat, before burying the knife into the top of her head, it's tip exiting her jaw. He bursts into flame once more as the cuts from Brian's claws heal themselves. Seeing no recourse the cat grabs a wounded Chuy and makes for the ranchero. As Doc gives chase, CyberHank uses the last of his energy to trip up Doc, who promptly smashes his head with the TV. Fortunately for Brian and Chuy, this buys them enough time to make it to the car and make their escape...
Doc rages and screams as they disappear into the fabrics of time/space. "Come back and fight you fucking pussy!!!!!"
Doc seethes as he stalks off north, the hotel bursting into flames behind him...
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The Ranchero is moving it's way through the familiar greenish yellow tunnel of time, on a destination towards the one and only Timekeeper. Brian Setzer looks over from the driver's seat at the dying Don Jesus. Yes I know a cat driving a Ranchero doesn't make sense or even sound remotely logical, but we won't go into that at this time.
"Hold on Chuy, we'll get help..."
Chuy meanwhile is coughing up blood and fading fast, "Not Bernardo...
He's... gone... must... tell..."
Chuy falls unconscious as the Ranchero bursts through to the Timekeeper's realm and straight for his throne room, at higher than normal speed...
"CHUY!!!!!!!!!"
To Be Continued...
4/16/17 WCF Slam WHC RP#2
Falling Deeper Into the Darkness...
Doc Henry stands inside the closed building, just staring at the cabin mock up. "Well, talk about a man who went from absolute nothing to fucking over the South en route to being the best President arguably in history..." Leaning over the chain Doc peered into the blackened old cabin and sighed, "So tiny, it's a wonder that anyone could have ever lived in such squalor. I mean really, this piece of garbage people called a home? Someone should burn it to the fucking ground.
I know, I know...
'But Doc, that isn't really Lincoln's birth cabin...'
What do I look like, a fucking dumbass? No, that would be whomever it was that decided to put Francis and the World Heavyweight Championship in my path." The Southern Rogue smiles as a thought comes to his head...
Pulling out a cigarette, and his zippo, Doc sparked up and exhaled the smoke. Not even bothering to close the lighter, he reached into his jacket pocket and produced a can of lighter fluid. With gusto, he began to sing The Bonnie Blue Flag, all the while spraying down the side of the cabin.
Just as he reaches the chorus, National Park Rangers burst through the door, guns drawn. "Ok, hold it right there sir, your under arrest..."
Doc turns to the trio of Federal Agents, and smiles. "I should go ahead and warn ya, if'n you shoot me, this here zippo will send the whole buildin' up..."
The older of the three, and obvious one in charge lowered his weapon slightly, keeping it at the ready as he got on the radio, "This is Smith, we have one intruder, have the fire department on standby, it looks like we might need them."
Doc shook his head, and gave the bottle of fluid a gentle toss in surrender to the Rangers, however it fell short and the lid popped off spilling the remainder of the liquid on the floor...
"Ooops..."
Smiling, Doc removed the cigarette from his mouth, "Boys, it's just little ol' me overhere, callin' for back up was just a trifle unnecessary..."
The youngest and obvious rookie spoke up, "Sir, drop the cigarette and put your hands on your head!"
"Drop my fag?"
Doc's grin widened as he snuffed the zippo and put it back in his pocket, pulling his jacket ever so slightly open.
"GUN!!"
All three Rangers now brought their pistols back to bear and Doc found himself staring down the barrels...
"Well, ain't you just a trio of Daisy's..."
With a gentle flick, Doc tossed the cigarette into the small puddle of lighter fluid, which accordingly went up. As the rookie ripped his jacket off to start beating out the flames, the old man in charge ran towards the fire extinguisher and Doc ducked into the cabin, leaving the lone Ranger to give chase, convinced he had Doc cornered.
He couldn't have been more wrong though as he entered the small cabin just in time to see Doc's feet disappear into the flames burning in the cabin's fireplace. As he slowly reholstered his sidearm, the flames died out leaving no evidence they, or Doc existed...
Along a rock wall there sat a fireplace, the twin to one we've seen before. No, not Lincoln's, but the one that used to be in Doc's office. Flames burned away softly as a woman lay on the floor near by, bloody, beaten, and broken. She barely moved, let alone breathed. The fire flared bright and large, seconds later spewing forth one Doc Henry, who upon exiting the fireplace executed a text book movie commando roll. Standing he raised his arms like an Olympic gymnast at the end of their routine. "What, no applause???"
The woman rolled over, staring with empty eyes, almost lifeless. It's Mary, well, what's left of her anyway...
Doc just shrugged and picked her up, roughly tossing her back down into a chair. "I thought I told you to wait... here..." Mary doesn't respond, only looks downward penitently and in submission.
"Well, it looks like your just about ready..."
With a sinister snarl, Doc picks her up and throws her over his shoulder, carrying the almost lidless body deeper into what is revealed to be a cavern. Dropping her down hard, he begins to strap her into an old wooden chair. It's rather well built and has a curious set of strappings and...
Wires...
One final piece is strapped on to Mary's head, and he puts a football mouth guard in her slightly open jaws. "Now, this is really going to hurt. But, if you really want to come out of this reborn, then you have to fight for it..." Deftly, he taped the mouthpiece on place.
Doc kissed her roughly, and this caused a reaction as she tried to pull away, her efforts arrested by the restraints. "There's the spirit..." Doc's excitement grew as she stared at him with pure hatred, and malice. Doc only smiled as he walked to the wall and grabbed a big switch. "Let's test that newfound strength, shall we?" With an exaggerated movement, Doc threw it, dimming the lights and coursing electricity throughout Mary, her screams deafening...
Mary now stands before Doc, staring straight ahead, proud, strong, evil, and...
Obedient.
Doc, paces around her, "You certainly have proven yourself stronger than anyone else, maybe you are worthy to sit at my side. Be my Empress..." Doc stopped and brought himself in close, "Only one thing remains still. One final test of devotion, and submission... Sacrifice, pure blood must be spilt."
"Name it."
Doc stared her directly in the eyes. "You already know what has to be done. Don't you..."
Mary simply nodded, a solitary tear running down her cheek, the last vestiges of her former weaker self leaving. Her eyes immediately hardened and she turned, headed for the deepest part of the cavern, and the twins...
Doc is standing in front of the fire, his old Title belts all hanging proudly above the mantle, with room for one more at the center. A decanter of whisky in front of him stands half full, as he sips from a glass. "April 15th, Two Thousand and Eight. That was the day it all started, the day Doc officially got his feet wet in the world of wrestling. He was like all other rookies, bright eyed, eager, and so god damned full of himself That he had to hang a cup off of his candy ass to catch the excess. Doc walked into that match for the GWC, a triple threat match at that, and his cute little infantile ego gained, and grew. You see, Doc won that match, the very first one, right there in Tallahassee, Florida. The one right out of the gate, setting what he thought was a sure fire tone for the rest of his career. Doc knew then that he was on my way up, and nothing could stop that...
Oh how wrong that young man was. So, so wrong. You see, Doc found myself in over his pretty little head, out classed and out matched by guys who had already cut their teeth. Doc learned the hard way, some would say these days, the 'United way'. He got his ass handed to him on a weekly basis, sure, there were some wins here and there, but in only nine short months, Doc Henry was only able to amass an embarrassing six wins... Six, barely enough eggs to make a decent omlet.
From there, Doc disappeared for another six months, finally popping up here, in the Dub. His ways continued for a while, but he was able to get better and win all these titles you see before you. Doc still had more losses than wins, but when he won, he made them count. Doc came into this company in the same Rookie Class as other big names and success in this company, sure to be in the Hall of Fame. Yes, even Jay fucking Price..."
Doc refilled his glass, and moved over to a large oak desk, yep the twin of the one lost in the fire. Sitting down, he leaned back and took a large sip. "Here we are, Slam is coming up, almost nine years to the day since Doc stepped into a ring. Right there in that ring I will be entering into another world. That of being a World Champion, entering into the ranks of the Triple Crown, and the Grand Slam winners. Kinda prophetic isn't it? Well, guess what, I don't believe in coincidences, no, and the only destiny is the one we make ourselves, so all of you Internet smarks can eat my ass."
Doc flicked his thumb against his fingers, sparking a small flame and used that to light up a cigar. "Now, you can see as well as I do that there is a bit of a cyclical rhyme going on here. Nine months spent in a low end company that went nowhere but down in flames. Then, nine years here in the Dub, and it's only going stronger with no end in sight. Sure this whole hullabaloo with Corey Black and whatever that is going on at his Dethfort sure seems apocalyptic. Still, it's nothing more than just a simple culling of the heard. Weeding out the weak and useless, why do you think I'm not worried. Just like everyone else when I assume my throne, those behind it will fall in line."
Doc sits in silence a while as he smokes the cigar and finishes of the whisky. It's an uncomfortable silence, one where the viewers as home, you, are just about to tune out, and stop watching.
"What, you thought I was finished?
Nope, not me, not by a long shot. There is but one outcome this Sunday, one. I'll be starting a new stage in my career. Doc spent those formative Nine months in the womb in GWC, growing, developing and becoming a wrestler. The next Six months nothing happened, because really what happens the first half year of your life, you eat, sleep, shit. Just like the infant here, Doc's career finally began to move upon joining the Dub. There were ups and downs, first steps, teeth and the like...
For you with the lower IQ's, I'm referring to Doc's title wins...
Now, all this time later, I will be entering my prime. 'But wait,' you say, 'Adulthood doesn't start until one is 18.' You would normally be right. Except as a wrestler, or an athlete in any sense, time is measured differently, relative age and someone's ring life span are shorter. You see people in the business know that to calculate ring age you generally double to triple the person's years in the business, so you see, with nine and a half years since my incubation period in the GWC womb, that puts my career at 19... Pure, peak age, full of all that I need to rule hard, fast, and ruthlessly. I have now the experience, and most importantly the timing, because I have reached my prime. Not my peak mind you, because once that happens, there is only one way to go...
Down."
Doc stands as the ground begins to shake in the cavern. "You see, for me, there is only one direction in my future... To Rise!"
At those words, two thrones begin to emerge from the ground wreathed in flame and the screams of the tortured. Doc smiles as his plans are beginning to finally come to fruition.
Just then, Mary comes into the picture beside Doc, covered in blood and gore. A bloody dagger clanks to the ground. "It is done..."
Doc grabbed her elegantly by the hand, and looked her in the eyes, "Then you deserve your reward. You will be my empress, and rule at my side." Mary's eyes glowed proudly. "Now, as a bonus, I have another surprise." Doc pointed behind her and whispered in her ear, "Turn around..."
Mary turned to see a pair of demon carrying in their arms the 18 month old twins, Johnny and Katie. Doc's smile grew, and Mary looked at him with rage, then it slowly turned to admiration and awe. "Your a fucking bastard, I thought I slaughtered my own children, and you made me believe it."
Doc simply grinned like the Cheshire Cat, "Mary, I'm pure evil, not heartless. We cannot be the ruling Imperial Family by ourselves, it just wouldn't be complete. Now, you know why I call them my little prince and princess. Only now we are the first family of Darkness, and we will be victorious."
Doc and Mary turn to the kids just in time to see little Johnny jam his pudgy thumb in the demon carrying him's eye. The tortured one screams in agony, and little Johnny just cackles. Doc smiles proudly and Mary sinks into his side a contented look on her face, "Just like his father..." They were whole...
5/7/17 WCF Aftermath RP
Fatal Fiveway Fisting
Doc is sitting on his throne, Mary at his side as Hank Brown is escorted in by a pair of his demons.
"Doc, Mary, it's a pleasure to see you again."
The demon to Hank's right snarled and the one to his left to action, "You will show him the respect he deserves mortal!" he said while striking Hank on the back of his knees forcing him to kneel.
"Balthazar, is that the way we treat an honored guest?"
"Forgive me Lord, I only meant to enforce your rules."
Doc walked slowly down towards his underling "You know that I will let you know when that is needed, now go clean the pits." Balthazar, now chastised, lowered his horned head and walked off.
Doc didn't even watch, he turned to the other demon, "Malachor, get our guest a chair." He turned to Hank, "So, what brings you to my lair Mr. Brown?"
"Well Doc, the members of the WCF Galaxy would like to know your thoughts about your match at Aftermath, and what you plan to do."
Doc resumed his perch on the Throne, "What I plan to do?
Win!"
"What I mea..."
"I know what you meant Hank. I'm not going to give away my plans, I'm not some second rate wanna be.
Once again Lerch has booked me in yet another of his signature WCF Clusterfucks. What do we call this a Fatal Fiveway? Fistfuck of Doom? Whatever you end up calling it, there are going to be four souls suffering. Four people are getting the big ugly L, while I will be flying the W. We have a beach bum, your cookie cutter rookie, a so-called demon wolf and then there is the one shining gem, Cheyenne..."
"Doc, you know she bats for the other team right?"
"Well, your gonna have to tell me all the sordid details..."
"But of course"
Hank just looked back and forth and shook his head, "Doc..."
"Andre Aquarius. Like totally tubular dude, can you believe this Jeff Spicoli mother fucker thinks he can just get under my skin? I think his brain has been fried by too much malted hops and bong resin. A devout follower of the waves, can such a stalwart #BitchCrew member is always one you cannot take lightly, but it isn't going to matter this week, because I am in the ring, not the old Doc Henry he used to know. That man is gone, he died a most horrible death..."
Doc stood and beckoned Hank to follow as he walked through the cavernous space, pits of fire all around. "I'm not going to sweat my little oysters off over that wave jockey, as the second biggest threat, he still isn't that big of a problem. If I just vapor locked on him, well then I'd get surprised by the rookie. Mr. Burnett."
"Well, he's showing promise..."
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!"
Doc stopped and grabbed his gut as he tried to regain composure.
"I wasn't kidd..."
Doc held up a hand and Hank fell silent, "Please, your going to kill me with laughter...
It's almost as laughable as Udy. This little prick wants to call himself the demon wolf. I wish he would do just a little more research on the animal he wants to embody. Mr. Demon Wolf is trying all he can to come to the front of the pack that is the WCF. He wants to be the one at the front, leading the way, the Alpha. Well let me tell you something about the truth of the so called 'Alpha', it's nothing more than pure fiction in real life. A true wolf alpha, male and female are the breeding pair, the mom and dad of the group, which makes WCF's Alpha Lerch, and whoever is his current cock pocket..."
Doc stopped to watch a man having his flesh ripped off and eaten by demons and growing back, his eternal punishment. "There is one bright spot, one diamond in the rough, if she can prove her dark allegiances. If she can serve her master properly. Cheyenne can be one hell of a challenge in this match, but she's more of an asset. A devout follower should be more than willing to sacrifice herself for me to win this match. It's only right, and it's only what I would expect of such a follower..."
Doc turned to Hank, "It is now time that head out. Aftermath is upon us Hank."
Without his knowing it, Doc's walk had brought them to his cavern office, where they were met by Doc's family. "It's time we head out to Wheeling..."
The fire blazed and Mary walked through with the kids. Doc turned to Hank who looked worried. Without hesitation Doc grabbed him and stepped in...
A flash of orange light and Doc and Hank emerged from a fireplace in his locker room backstage at the WesBanco Arena.
"See, when your with me, the fires of hell can't touch you..."
5/14/17 WCF Slam Trios Cup Doc RP
And the Devil Makes Three
Doc is walking the Caverns of Hell relishing in the screams and suffering of tormented souls. The smells, the roaring din, all elements fed into his being, and he could feel himself growing stronger. He paused mid step, and smiled. Turning he saw Mary approaching. "Well my dear, come to join me on a stroll this beautiful morning?"
Mary simply grinned lasciviously at Doc, "I remember when I used to be able to sneak up on you..."
"Well dear, that is before I learned of who I am. Before I embraced the darkness that has always been and will be forever more. Now that I have rightfully claimed the throne, Hell can get back to business as usual..."
Doc paused as he looked past Mary, deeper into the caverns, "It can't be..." Taking off at a brisk jog, Doc made his way to a man strapped naked to a cactus, a demon flogging him with a barbed wire whip. As the large figure drew it's clawed arm back for another swing, Doc's hand clasped around it's wrist like a vise. "Find another soul to torture, this one I'll handle personally." Doc turned to Balthazar, who always followed his master through hell. "Bring a robe, now..."
Doc untied the man, helping him gingerly off the cactus. As Mary and Doc finished removing the spines, Balthazar returned with one of Doc's silk robes. Without hesitation, Doc wrapped it around the man and looked at his demon. "Take this man to my chambers, cleanse his wounds and I'll deal with him after my meeting."
"As you wish my Lord."
Doc watched as Balthazar carried the man away, his eyes softened just slightly.
"Doc, I've not seen you this way before. Do you know him?"
"Didn't you see it Mary, that man looks exactly like his grandson. He's my father..."
Doc stood over the girl's bed looking down at her. "Such a beautiful child you have Andre. He spoke softly his voice low as to not disturb her. "Such vibrant red hair, I bet she has quite the temper when she gets going. You must be very proud, to have been blessed so."
Doc reached down and gently brushed the hair from her face, "So blessed. Just looking at her I can already tell she will be breaking all kinds of hearts when she gets older, and you'll probably be breaking many legs too. It's good being a father isn't it? Seeing them grow, watching the wonderment in their eyes as they learn and experience new things. Tell me Andre, are you willing to do absolutely anything to ensure her safety? Are you willing to sacrifice it all?"
Doc smiled, evil, and with purpose. "It would be so easy, there wouldn't be hardly any struggle. With minimal effort, all you have done to keep her and her sister safe will be for naught. Tell me, would you be able to live with yourself knowing you failed. Failed at the most basic, the most important task you have been given in this life?"
Doc bent down, his eyes full of dark intent...
And tucked the covers around Serenity, patting her head lovingly, before standing up, mists swirling around his feet. "What you thought I'd actually harm her? I'm the devil Andre, not some soulless monster. She is still a pure soul, still has a life to live and choices to make. It is not my place to force her down the path to eternal damnation, she is still sinless, and you should be very proud.
You however, well Andre, your list of sins is quite impressive. Tell me, how do you sleep at night? What is your motivation to keep going down such dark corners? Her? Her sister, Athena?"
Doc smiled broadly as the mists began to slowly build. "Justifying your actions with your children. How so very wrong Andre. Do you really want to keep fighting forever, is the safety of your children really important to you? I suggest you look hard into your soul. Make peace with your God, Andre. Look how easily I was able to penetrate your defenses, and there are far more evil beings out there than me... Well, beings with more immediate evil intent. It would be a shame if something were to happen to one of them, what with all the predators in the world these days. Trust me, I have seen more and more arriving everyday in my pits. Used to, before us Andre, these beasts weren't more than touchy feely uncles, now, well now it seems like they can be anyone, and they are only getting sicker and sicker.
You need to keep them safe Andre, not be chasing gold, glory, and cups. Your priorities in life have been fucked up for far too long. It's time you lay them down, because after Bonnie, the Monster Oblivion and I beat you three at Slam, I suggest you come home, hang up your boots and be the father you are supposed to be...
You cannot beat us, accept it."
Doc tipped his hat and faded into the mists, and into nothingness. Serenity, still peaceful in sleep, dreaming, pulled the covers tighter and shivered...
Doc sat fully clothed on the foot of the bed, and smiled, he looked pleased and sated. Looking back over his shoulder, he grinned big. There wrapped in the sheets lay a tall modelesque woman, tangled and her blonde hair plastered with sweat.
"Hello Rabid, look familiar? It should, well at least some of it should. I've seen it in your heart, deep down in your fears. You question it, don't you? All men do, am I enough for my wife? What if someone else comes along, unleashes the insatiable beast inside? Will she did scream out a time or two that you just don't measure up? That the 'Serpent' Johnny Rabid was more of a little worm? Tell me, is that why Mr. Jack the Ripper couldn't hold on to those Tag Titles, hmmm? You just weren't man enough, were you? Forget any other accolades, forget going for that World Title, you haven't even gotten close enough to get a good sniff have you?
Rabid, you see, no matter how many times you sell yourself out to get ahead, you'll never get that World Title. Look at me, I've come closer than you ever have, hell, I've had far more success as a champion than you have, and I haven't held the World Championship yet. So tell me, Mr. Sellout, just how in the hell do you plan to best us at Slam? You lost a title to Adam Young. The Sick Bastard, the man who everyone gets to beat up on. You lost the Trios Titles to the Big Time Jokes. I have never lost to Young. Never, let alone a Championship. It's bad enough that someone has to step in and please your wife when you can't, but your so damned limp dicked, that you allowed the Big Time Jokes to take the Trios Titles from yourself and Beach Krew. How pathetic, but you know, if you weren't so obsessed with fuck boys, just maybe your wife wouldn't have to be taken to the Seven Levels of Sexual Hell Yes by someone else, let alone riding on coat tails to tag titles, then losing them to jobbers...
So sad, man, so sad..."
Doc stood up and lit a cigarette as mists began to swirl, "I was told I have a rival for my throne, and after tonight, after looking into your soul. I can definitely tell you that it is not you. Rabid, you are no rival for anything of mine. You have barely been able to call yourself a champion, twice TV Champ? Bitch please, I did that in my sleep, and don't even pretend to compare your paltry Tag Titles to me. You aren't in my league there pal, and I'm not even counting the other Titles I've held. Ten times have I been a WCF Champion, more than guys like Torture, Odin, Purse, Reb, and Bobby Cairo, all men who would mop the floor with you while jacking off. Your nothing Rabid, nothing but a speed bump.
You are good at one thing though, betrayal, yes, you are very good at stabbing people in the back. Tell me, do you think Holmes and Black really trust the man who went all Judas Iscariot on Joey Fly? I don't think so, and I know you know deep down in your heart that they trust you about as far as a wet fart..."
The mists gathered around Doc, and he began to fade into nothingness, his voice doing the same, "Oh, and don't worry Rabid, I haven't defiled your wife, but I cannot speak for others...
Doc, Mary and Doc's father are sitting around, "So, how in the world did you end up here? Surely you didn't live that bad of a life?"
"Well, son, I didn't exactly live a sin free life. Hell, I just lived and loved and let the chips fall where they may. I used to just toil away in the endless meaningless labor like the majority of souls here, then one day this man came looking for me. He claimed that he was taking over the throne from his father and a new Hell would emerge, one far stronger and much much more demanding on its slaves than ever before. He is a real bastard, but who would have thought my own son was the one true heir to Hell...
Doc's face grew confused, "One true heir? I am the Devil dad, not some... wait, if I'm the heir, does that mean you are Lucifer?"
Doc's father chuckled, "No, I'm just a man, just Richard Wyatt Henry from the South. I don't know how it came to be that you are the Devil's offspring, but what I remember of that bastard telling me is that he wouldn't be able to reign on the Throne of Hell until his last sibling threat was removed. I'm so proud of how strong you are son. So proud that you have the gumption and drive to take what you desire. It really warms my heart, takes the chill from my soul..."
Doc sat in thought for a moment, scratching his chin. "Is that really what happened with the events behind the Dethwar?"
Richard's face turned pale"Dethwar? Is that what he meant? That maniac kept rambling on about how he was going to take over the world, how it was the only way he could take you out..."
Doc and Mary stood, he gave her a look and strode towards the fireplace as she helped her father in law to his feet, "Let's get you back to your room..."
Doc overlooked the damaged Dethfort and it's surroundings. "So, this is where it all came to a head. The home of one Corey Black, the vessel of Creeping Death. How fitting really, once a shining beacon of strength, the Dethfort, like it's owner is nothing but a shattered and broken old vestige of strength. Past it's prime and couldn't handle the evil it faced. Oh some day it will be patched up, but the scars will forever show just how broken and fragile it really is.
Once again, just like it's owner. There is a lot of history there with Corey Black. The man has left an indelible mark on this business and this company. Once the measuring stick everyone was lain against. Corey set the bar, time and time again. Look at him now, old, broken and nothing more than a relic of a bygone era. Corey's decline started when Odin just decimated his ass with powerbomb after powerbomb. Every since that day, you can see it in the back of his eyes, those powerbombs left a series of nightmares. He can't handle them anymore. I bet deep down, in the darkest depths of his soul, Corey dies in fear just a little each time he see's anyone get planted by one.
See, Corey can posture all he wants, and puff out his chest telling everyone that he's good to go, but I know the truth, my little tweet shook him to the core. He fears the powerbomb and will fight like hell to avoid it. Thing is though that there are soooo many ways one can hit him with a powerbomb. So many variations. Warning Corey, this may trigger mass shaking and pants pissing...
I have been studying them all week, and feel confident I can get him with one of the following. There is the Argentine Powerbomb, the Choke Bomb, the Crucifix Powerbomb a running and falling variation, the Black Tiger Bomb, the Dangan Bomb, the Double Underhook Powerbomb, Elevated Powerbomb, Falling Powerbomb, Fireman's Carry, Gutwrench Powerbomb. Or I could hit him with an Inverted Powerbomb, A Popup Powerbomb, Release Powerbomb, Sunset Flip Powerbomb, and because of this being a Trios match, Hell we could even hit a Cerebus Powerbomb. The point is Corey, there are endless ways to bomb your old ass into the canvas, and I've studied them all. Believe me, Bonnie and Oblivion will also be looking for them as well. You think I'd be the only one allowed to have fun? Nope, I'll spread that shit around. It's your retirement tour after all, no reason to not send you out without a big boom!"
Doc turned, walking away from the destruction that was the Dethfort, leaving it fading away into the encroaching fog. "You once called yourself God's Gift to Wrestling. You know, I'm not going to fault you for the self hype. Everyone does it, we all love to do it, and at one point you could back that up. But not anymore, nope, you are a weak, washed up old man. Sure there is still fight in you, but really, how strong can you actually be when you allowed yourself to be possessed. Should have seen that coming, huh? The innovator and originator of XIII, nothing more than, to borrow a phrase from my Monster, 'meatsack' puppet that brought about the whole Dethwar.
How does that feel Corey? Huh? Knowing that the deaths of countless innocent men, women, and children are your fault. Their blood has stained your hands because you weren't strong enough. Your body, your strength, your will failed. It failed in the worst way possible. How can you even look yourself in the face each morning knowing that you, and you alone could have prevented the whole Dethwar? If only you had been the man you once were. Hell, you want to know the truth Corey, I don't think you ever were that man, no I think it was that possessing entity the whole time, it lay dormant deep down, using you to build up and become this force of nature in the wrestling world, only to realized that once it was gone, your nothing more than a man. A man that was manipulated and played from day one into thinking he was great. It's a smart move, retiring now, before you tarnish your legacy that isn't even yours to begin with. Take heed old man, your journey is all but over and some day in the near future, when your in the rocking chair on the front porch of the Wrestling Retirement Home, you can relive those glory days, and no one will care that it wasn't you..."
A flash of orange light and Doc appears in the locker room to find Bonnie and Oblivion, he smiles and simply comments, "Well, now that I'm here, that makes three..."
Bonnie rounds on Doc, "I cannot believe you did that to Emily. You know you've really fucked up now, it was nice knowing you, Rabid will be looking for blood.
"What? I made my own wife think she slaughtered our children, a little weak minded prick like him was easier. Besides, who knows, she could actually be sleeping around..."
"Dude, if you want to risk your own immortality, be my guest, but I ain't getting hit with that fallout...."
"Oh come now, we all know that any mental edge is good for us against our opponents. Mind fuck games are standard fare. Besides, I doubt his wife is even that good of a lay anyhow..."
"Don't say I didn't warn you...."
Doc just shrugged and started to pull his ring gear out of his bag. "Look, we have this match, Pantheon has grown two long in the tooth and it's time to put them out to pasture. Between the Daughter of Time, The Monster and myself, Master of all Evil, they stand no chance." Doc sat and began to change.
Return to....?
Doc's hotel suite, Columbus, Ohio... 4/7/17 11:59PM
Doc is sitting in his dark room, his silhouette shadowed against the city lights outside the window. Slowly he puffs away on a finely rolled Cuban cigar.
"So I'm back. I thought I could just walk away and be happy, but the ring, the fans, the rush just kept pulling. It's like when a heroin addict who gets that slight whiff of the drug, that is what I was like at Explosion.
Sure, I was a guest there in Lerch's private box... Yes, yes, feel free to insert gay jokes here, I'll wait...
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Was that enough time?
No?
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Well, enough with the dicking around..."
Doc leaned his head back and closed his eyes in relaxation. After several moments a smile formed on his face and he took a big toke off the cigar. As he exhaled the smoke a buxom beauty stood up from in front of the Southern Rogue, her naked body shadowed by the night.
As she smiled at him, Doc stood and slapped her ass. The woman strode off towards the en suite bathroom and her skin glistened in the night. Doc didn't even watch her, instead he strode to the open balcony door and stood at the railing.
"I must admit though, watching Frankie capture the World Championship again was thrilling to say the least. Big congrats to him!
Doc stared down at the people milling around even this late at night, not a care in the world what was going on around them.
"What really takes the piss, was that Lerch wanted me to get a look at the talent here, see the new people. I wasn't impressed actually, I see the same old faces I've seen many times before. Surprise, surprise we are have Pantheon still, have they hit over version 9000 yet? I guess things will always stay the same, no matter what changes. Take Phoenix for example, a hot mess still trying to throw her negligible weight around, still to no effect..." Doc sighs, "How sad..."
A strange expression comes over Doc's face, then he smiles as only he can. Tires squeal, and he turns to walk back into the room. With a silent click, the sliding door clicks shut, and a spot light passes over the window, Doc's silhouette casting ominously.
"Now, I know some people out there will have fun with good ol' Doc back in the dub. To be honest, they can have all the fun they want, my reasons for being here are mine and mine alone. When I want them to know those reasons, I'll show them..."
Doc pours himself a glass of whisky from the minibar, and sits in the recliner. "This week, my week back, I am booked in a Triple Threat Match. No segment to greet the fans in the ring, no homecoming event, just a curt call from the main office to let me know I'm going early and against two rookies. Really Lerch? That's what I rate on my return two rookies? I don't even get a Jobber to the Stars veteran, some low to mid card hack? Who knows, maybe I'm looking at it wrong, maybe it's the rookies Lerch wants to test...
Ok, I can handle that..."
Doc sipped ok the whisky and thought for a moment. "You know, upon further thought, fuck what Lerch wants. Sure I can put these rookies to the test, give them the run through and harden them into future stars, but why should I? Why should I be looking to make anyone but myself better?"
Doc stood with a snarl and approached the camera's location. As he did so, the temperature in the room began to plummet and his breath puffed in the cold. Oddly enough the room began to glow with an ethereal red light. "Captain Rump Roast and this Carter douche. I have won more championships than most of the fucks in this company, I have kicked ass on six continents and even in other dimensions. Tell me again why I should lower myself to those obviously beneath me?"
Doc's lady friend emerged from the shower, and saw the look on his face and cowered with fear. He didn't even flinch as the anger began to rise, his voice staying eerily calm. "You two can puff up your chests and crow all you want, but I'm going to take you both Straight to Hell, kicking and screaming. Your gods cannot save you from the pain and suffering I will unleash upon you..."
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
"CPD, open up!"
Doc snarled with annoyance as he didn't even cover up as he walked to the door and pulled it open to find two of Columbus' finest at his suite door. "Officers, how can I help you?" Everything had returned to normal and left no indication of what had just transpired, the woman lay down on the bed, as the officers looked surprised at Doc's lack of clothes.
"Sir, would you mind covering up please?"
"Yes, I would mind..." Doc folded his arms and leaned against the door expectantly.
"Sir," The second, older officer chimed in, "Someone took a leak off one of these balconys and gave our car an impromptu washing..."
Doc stifled a laugh, and shook his head, "I'm sorry to hear that, some people just have no consideration for others." He looked both officers in the eyes, and his changed to fire red in color. "I believe it was the guy two floors down, he was on the balcony earlier cussing about the bacon patrol in this city. I also believe he is armed and dangerous..."
Doc slammed the door shut in their faces and smiled as they headed off at a run, calling for backup as they went...
Turning, his eyes still aglow, Doc finally addressed the camera directly. "It was once said the greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was to convince the world he didn't exist. Why would I need to hide, I'm the fucking Desolate One. I have no reason to hide, not one true Lord ever reigned while hiding in the shadows behind myth and rumor.
At Slam, I start my path towards my rule, Troy and Pump are going to suffer. They will come into the ring looking to get a win and move up the food chain. What these two pretenders don't understand is that I am so far higher up the chain than they will ever be. I am ten times over champion in the WCF. Add in my two reigns as Confederate Champion and I have a good dozen runs. What have they done? Oh, wait, nothing.
They have done nothing and they are nothing, which is exactly what I will leave them with, I will even eat their souls..."
His eyes begin to blaze, and the picture distorts as it is melted from within, going to static as it finally explodes...
Fade...
4/13/17 WCF Slam WHC RP#1
The Devil has come back to Georgia...
Tuesday 11th April, 6:49 AM, Middle of the woods, Doc's estate...
The early morning mists moved through the thicket like a ethereal specter. There were no birds chirping, in fact it was eerily quiet. Out of the mists stepped a figure, Doc Henry. "I told them, I told those two what would happen if they showed up in Columbus. Still like all annoyances, I had to swat them like the gnats they are."
Doc paused as hooven footfalls could be heard approaching softly. With a smile, he greeted his long time steed, Faustus. This however wasn't the mighty steed we've seen before, no something was different, he seemed tortured and warped by evil. His hooves looked as if they were shod by the very demons of Hell, while Faustus' eyes glowed with buried malevolence just waiting to break forth. "Ahhh, my faithful Faustus..."
The horse reared on his hind legs as it seemed he was breathing smoke. Doc simply grabbed the beasts reigns and climbed on. "I told Troy and Pumpernickel that they were dealing with someone that they couldn't comprehend. Now look where they are, still languishing at the bottom of the card, still... nothing. I however have been given what I should have had long ago, the main event spot. To top it off, yes, the World Title is on the line. The World Title, oh how things seem to fall in line sometimes. I did not come back to claim gold, I have done that multiple times already.
I came for something bigger, something that cannot be gotten through just winning matches. If I really wanted gold, I have a vault full of it. No I want something that cannot be given, it must be taken at the tip of a sword and with spilled blood. For far too long have I sat back and let the world go on with an absentee landlord. It is my time to reign, my time to sit on the throne..."
Doc paused to look over his shoulder. Then turned and rode off. Faustus' hoof prints left in flame...
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Bursting through the edge of the trees, Doc spurred his horse into a full run, trailing fire in their wake as he sped towards his mansion. It only took a few moments before his arrival, and he leapt off the saddle and onto the veranda as Faustus ran by, then off into the encroaching mists. "Don't mind the change of scenery, for I have many things in the works."
Kicking the front doors open, Doc grinned and shouted, "Honey, I'm Hoooome!!!" He walked through the home, it's contents scattered and broken. He didn't even miss a beat either as he casually stepped on and over the debris. "Well check this out, it's almost like there was a struggle here. Everything is broken and scattered, and would you look at that, Blood everywhere..."
Doc laughed and just continued on through the destruction until he came to his home office, everything in impeccable condition. Well, if you count it being devoid of anything but a large oak desk and chair. There was a fire blazing in the large fireplace and Doc sat behind the desk. "I guess this is where we get down to brass tacks as I understand the expression goes. Sunday, as I already mentioned, there is this grand main event involving one World Champion by the name of Frank Patrick Venable, the man who just goes by FPV. This is his second run with that belt, a good feat, by anyone's standards. See Francis has been around the Dub almost as long as Doc. In fact I would even venture to say they have fought along side each other as acquaintances if not down right friends.
Looking over things though, it seems as if while they have had some run ins in WAR events, for the most part, Doc and Francis haven't been in the ring together much at all. There have been exactly two times Doc has stepped into the ring against FPV one-on-one. The first was in Australia which was called off before it could begin, sadly neither one of them were at fault as Pee Pants Price couldn't keep from being a little bitch... The second go around though, involved Francis as the People's Champion in a match against the Southern Rogue as the Internet Champion. Can you guess how that turned out?
Shall I give you a few to remember, or more correctly google?
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That's right boys and girls, both men put on a fight, hitting finishers on each other and kicking out, but one main prevailed, Doc 'The Cock' Henry." Doc stands and laughs, "You want to hear the funny part of this little tale? Doc lost the Internet Championship later that night to a fresh ZMac. You see, he put so much into fighting Francis, and took a hell of a lot of punishment there was nothing left in the tank going against a so called Zombie. This was at a time when Francis had already held the World Title previously. So you see even then when Doc was still on his way down from what most people consider the peak of his career, he was able to put away a former and now the current World Champion, Francis Venable."
Doc stands and walks over to the fireplace, he squats down and begins to stare intently at the flames. "I can hear the so-called smarks out there now, 'But Doc, aren't you just the same man now as you were then, even further removed from your prime?'." This produces a snarl in the former Confederate Champion. "Isn't it obvious? That man you all called 'The Cock' is gone, replaced by a much better, stronger specimen. I am far superior than him, and I don't have the weaknesses that left him craving what he could never have. There is no glass ceiling for this Master of all I see. I am coming for my crown, and my throne is all but ready for me to ascend."
Doc reached his hand slowly into the fire and held it there, he smiled as he pulled it back, still alight and showing no signs of being consumed by the flame. "You see this Francis? This flame is you, burning hot and bright right now, a formidable foe for anyone else. But as you can see here with this flame, there isn't a thing you can do to me that will culminate in your victory." Doc holds his hand up and finally breaks the fourth wall by looking directly at the camera. The fire on his hand dies out as he smiles darkly, an intensity in his eyes that no mere mortal should have, glows bright. Almost as if they were projecting light themselves. "You see Francis, just like this flame, at my hands you'll be snuffed out. Your run with that belt while hot and bright shall wither and fade into nothingness, leaving behind no evidence it even existed...
Doc has beaten you before when you were a Champion, and I'll do it again in Ohio. You see Francis, what you faced before was this." Doc's middle finger sparked and a small dim flame glowed at it's tip. "Now, some would consider that to be quite the impressive showing, and at one time, I'm sure Doc was quite pleased with it as well. I, however am not this little light... No, this little light of mine, it's not going to shine, it will be just a whimper next to the flaming conflagration that awaits you."
Doc stands as that small little flame bursts forth and engulfs his whole body. "Fraaaancisss...
Fraaannncissss...
Hey, fuck face!!!
I'm just getting started my friend... Wait, no, your not worthy of being my friend. Hell your barely even worthy of being my slave. However, you drew the short straw, you just happen to be the man put in front of me while I am on my path to domination, and cementing my Reign of Evil and blood. I meant it earlier when I said that Titles and Gold weren't what I came here for, but you would be sorely mistaken if you think that means I won't garner mass pleasure in taking the WCF World Heavyweight Championship from around your pathetic waist. Francis, there is everything to fear, so before you spend an eternity tortured by my demons, feel free to kneel and grovel all you want. It won't change the fact that as of this moment, I own you, I control your destiny, and I will be claiming that World Heavyweight Championship."
As the flames around Doc grow, he smiles as his voice drops a couple octaves and seems to shake the very bedrock, "Damnatio, et requiescere faciam scelus tuum de Deo, omnis passio pellis et ad festum animabus vestris. Et incenderent igne inferni, libera. Sic et illud est."
Slowly doc exits the office, strolling back through the vast mansion, here and there touching the walls as the flames follow him through, consuming all in it's path. Finally Doc exits through the back patio, leaving the flames behind him, and casually walks across the pool as if it was solid ground showing no evidence he was even near the flames. Faustus awaits him, and Doc mounts up, then rides off...
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Later that evening, an undisclosed location...
The inside of this hotel room shows just how seedy and run down it is, a cash by the hour/day place for sure. A figure is seen in silhouette sitting in front of the TV as a news broadcast is on.
... the fire started sometime this morning. Officials have yet to release a statement, but preliminary reports are not pointing to arson. The multi-million dollar home is a complete loss, and a spokes person for the family has confirmed the damage was confined to the residence only and that all animals and equipment remain unharmed..."
*Static Screen*
"Mmmmfff, mmm mmmmfff mmmm!!!!"
It is now evident the person is a woman bound and gagged in the chair, a familiarity is there...
"Now, now sweet Dixie. There is no use in struggling. Things will be over soon enough, and if you promise to be a good girl, your suffering, while being excruciating, will be short..." Doc came around from behind Dixie, and sat on her lap, his face inches from hers. "You know, I never did really forgive you for what you did to Johnny."
"Mmmfffhh"
"Well, no shit...
You seem to be under the impression here I give a fuck if he did. Johnny no longer is Johnny. Don't you see, the moment he took up the mantle of Timekeeper, his focus and reality changed. You really think he cares for you? You really think your life matters in the long run? Dixie, when that happened you became expendable, a mere ant in the goings on of the Universe. Your death means nothing, but I shall enjoy it. I shall make sure your soul has a permanent spot in hell..."
Doc stood and pulled out a fillet knife and casually ran it down Dixie's cheek, tracing the tear trail. "Don't worry, I'll try to make this last for both of us..."
Before Doc could make due on what he was starting two things happened. There was a bright flash outside the hotel window through the curtains drawing a curse from him. The second thing was the door came bursting open, and a trio burst through, CyberHank, Don Jesus, and one Brian Setzer... "Bernardo, stop, you must stop before you do something you cannot take back..."
"Look here you old fool..."
"Doc, we can't let you do this."
"Let me?
You have no choice..."
Doc's quick draw skills spring forth, as he pulls his .45 revolvers and they spit hot lead at the three interlopers. Don Jesus and CyberHank each take several rounds, but Brian's feline reflexes allow him to close the gap where he pounced Doc's face. The struggle is brief, as Doc grabs the cat by his nape and flings him into the wall. Doc stands and with a swift motion slashes Dixie's throat, before burying the knife into the top of her head, it's tip exiting her jaw. He bursts into flame once more as the cuts from Brian's claws heal themselves. Seeing no recourse the cat grabs a wounded Chuy and makes for the ranchero. As Doc gives chase, CyberHank uses the last of his energy to trip up Doc, who promptly smashes his head with the TV. Fortunately for Brian and Chuy, this buys them enough time to make it to the car and make their escape...
Doc rages and screams as they disappear into the fabrics of time/space. "Come back and fight you fucking pussy!!!!!"
Doc seethes as he stalks off north, the hotel bursting into flames behind him...
***************
The Ranchero is moving it's way through the familiar greenish yellow tunnel of time, on a destination towards the one and only Timekeeper. Brian Setzer looks over from the driver's seat at the dying Don Jesus. Yes I know a cat driving a Ranchero doesn't make sense or even sound remotely logical, but we won't go into that at this time.
"Hold on Chuy, we'll get help..."
Chuy meanwhile is coughing up blood and fading fast, "Not Bernardo...
He's... gone... must... tell..."
Chuy falls unconscious as the Ranchero bursts through to the Timekeeper's realm and straight for his throne room, at higher than normal speed...
"CHUY!!!!!!!!!"
To Be Continued...
4/16/17 WCF Slam WHC RP#2
Falling Deeper Into the Darkness...
Thursday, 11 April 2017, 2:55 AM
Lincoln's Birthplace National Monument.
Lincoln's Birthplace National Monument.
Doc Henry stands inside the closed building, just staring at the cabin mock up. "Well, talk about a man who went from absolute nothing to fucking over the South en route to being the best President arguably in history..." Leaning over the chain Doc peered into the blackened old cabin and sighed, "So tiny, it's a wonder that anyone could have ever lived in such squalor. I mean really, this piece of garbage people called a home? Someone should burn it to the fucking ground.
I know, I know...
'But Doc, that isn't really Lincoln's birth cabin...'
What do I look like, a fucking dumbass? No, that would be whomever it was that decided to put Francis and the World Heavyweight Championship in my path." The Southern Rogue smiles as a thought comes to his head...
Pulling out a cigarette, and his zippo, Doc sparked up and exhaled the smoke. Not even bothering to close the lighter, he reached into his jacket pocket and produced a can of lighter fluid. With gusto, he began to sing The Bonnie Blue Flag, all the while spraying down the side of the cabin.
Just as he reaches the chorus, National Park Rangers burst through the door, guns drawn. "Ok, hold it right there sir, your under arrest..."
Doc turns to the trio of Federal Agents, and smiles. "I should go ahead and warn ya, if'n you shoot me, this here zippo will send the whole buildin' up..."
The older of the three, and obvious one in charge lowered his weapon slightly, keeping it at the ready as he got on the radio, "This is Smith, we have one intruder, have the fire department on standby, it looks like we might need them."
Doc shook his head, and gave the bottle of fluid a gentle toss in surrender to the Rangers, however it fell short and the lid popped off spilling the remainder of the liquid on the floor...
"Ooops..."
Smiling, Doc removed the cigarette from his mouth, "Boys, it's just little ol' me overhere, callin' for back up was just a trifle unnecessary..."
The youngest and obvious rookie spoke up, "Sir, drop the cigarette and put your hands on your head!"
"Drop my fag?"
Doc's grin widened as he snuffed the zippo and put it back in his pocket, pulling his jacket ever so slightly open.
"GUN!!"
All three Rangers now brought their pistols back to bear and Doc found himself staring down the barrels...
"Well, ain't you just a trio of Daisy's..."
With a gentle flick, Doc tossed the cigarette into the small puddle of lighter fluid, which accordingly went up. As the rookie ripped his jacket off to start beating out the flames, the old man in charge ran towards the fire extinguisher and Doc ducked into the cabin, leaving the lone Ranger to give chase, convinced he had Doc cornered.
He couldn't have been more wrong though as he entered the small cabin just in time to see Doc's feet disappear into the flames burning in the cabin's fireplace. As he slowly reholstered his sidearm, the flames died out leaving no evidence they, or Doc existed...
***************
3:10 AM
Unknown Location
3:10 AM
Unknown Location
Along a rock wall there sat a fireplace, the twin to one we've seen before. No, not Lincoln's, but the one that used to be in Doc's office. Flames burned away softly as a woman lay on the floor near by, bloody, beaten, and broken. She barely moved, let alone breathed. The fire flared bright and large, seconds later spewing forth one Doc Henry, who upon exiting the fireplace executed a text book movie commando roll. Standing he raised his arms like an Olympic gymnast at the end of their routine. "What, no applause???"
The woman rolled over, staring with empty eyes, almost lifeless. It's Mary, well, what's left of her anyway...
Doc just shrugged and picked her up, roughly tossing her back down into a chair. "I thought I told you to wait... here..." Mary doesn't respond, only looks downward penitently and in submission.
"Well, it looks like your just about ready..."
With a sinister snarl, Doc picks her up and throws her over his shoulder, carrying the almost lidless body deeper into what is revealed to be a cavern. Dropping her down hard, he begins to strap her into an old wooden chair. It's rather well built and has a curious set of strappings and...
Wires...
One final piece is strapped on to Mary's head, and he puts a football mouth guard in her slightly open jaws. "Now, this is really going to hurt. But, if you really want to come out of this reborn, then you have to fight for it..." Deftly, he taped the mouthpiece on place.
Doc kissed her roughly, and this caused a reaction as she tried to pull away, her efforts arrested by the restraints. "There's the spirit..." Doc's excitement grew as she stared at him with pure hatred, and malice. Doc only smiled as he walked to the wall and grabbed a big switch. "Let's test that newfound strength, shall we?" With an exaggerated movement, Doc threw it, dimming the lights and coursing electricity throughout Mary, her screams deafening...
***************
Mary now stands before Doc, staring straight ahead, proud, strong, evil, and...
Obedient.
Doc, paces around her, "You certainly have proven yourself stronger than anyone else, maybe you are worthy to sit at my side. Be my Empress..." Doc stopped and brought himself in close, "Only one thing remains still. One final test of devotion, and submission... Sacrifice, pure blood must be spilt."
"Name it."
Doc stared her directly in the eyes. "You already know what has to be done. Don't you..."
Mary simply nodded, a solitary tear running down her cheek, the last vestiges of her former weaker self leaving. Her eyes immediately hardened and she turned, headed for the deepest part of the cavern, and the twins...
***************
Doc is standing in front of the fire, his old Title belts all hanging proudly above the mantle, with room for one more at the center. A decanter of whisky in front of him stands half full, as he sips from a glass. "April 15th, Two Thousand and Eight. That was the day it all started, the day Doc officially got his feet wet in the world of wrestling. He was like all other rookies, bright eyed, eager, and so god damned full of himself That he had to hang a cup off of his candy ass to catch the excess. Doc walked into that match for the GWC, a triple threat match at that, and his cute little infantile ego gained, and grew. You see, Doc won that match, the very first one, right there in Tallahassee, Florida. The one right out of the gate, setting what he thought was a sure fire tone for the rest of his career. Doc knew then that he was on my way up, and nothing could stop that...
Oh how wrong that young man was. So, so wrong. You see, Doc found myself in over his pretty little head, out classed and out matched by guys who had already cut their teeth. Doc learned the hard way, some would say these days, the 'United way'. He got his ass handed to him on a weekly basis, sure, there were some wins here and there, but in only nine short months, Doc Henry was only able to amass an embarrassing six wins... Six, barely enough eggs to make a decent omlet.
From there, Doc disappeared for another six months, finally popping up here, in the Dub. His ways continued for a while, but he was able to get better and win all these titles you see before you. Doc still had more losses than wins, but when he won, he made them count. Doc came into this company in the same Rookie Class as other big names and success in this company, sure to be in the Hall of Fame. Yes, even Jay fucking Price..."
Doc refilled his glass, and moved over to a large oak desk, yep the twin of the one lost in the fire. Sitting down, he leaned back and took a large sip. "Here we are, Slam is coming up, almost nine years to the day since Doc stepped into a ring. Right there in that ring I will be entering into another world. That of being a World Champion, entering into the ranks of the Triple Crown, and the Grand Slam winners. Kinda prophetic isn't it? Well, guess what, I don't believe in coincidences, no, and the only destiny is the one we make ourselves, so all of you Internet smarks can eat my ass."
Doc flicked his thumb against his fingers, sparking a small flame and used that to light up a cigar. "Now, you can see as well as I do that there is a bit of a cyclical rhyme going on here. Nine months spent in a low end company that went nowhere but down in flames. Then, nine years here in the Dub, and it's only going stronger with no end in sight. Sure this whole hullabaloo with Corey Black and whatever that is going on at his Dethfort sure seems apocalyptic. Still, it's nothing more than just a simple culling of the heard. Weeding out the weak and useless, why do you think I'm not worried. Just like everyone else when I assume my throne, those behind it will fall in line."
Doc sits in silence a while as he smokes the cigar and finishes of the whisky. It's an uncomfortable silence, one where the viewers as home, you, are just about to tune out, and stop watching.
"What, you thought I was finished?
Nope, not me, not by a long shot. There is but one outcome this Sunday, one. I'll be starting a new stage in my career. Doc spent those formative Nine months in the womb in GWC, growing, developing and becoming a wrestler. The next Six months nothing happened, because really what happens the first half year of your life, you eat, sleep, shit. Just like the infant here, Doc's career finally began to move upon joining the Dub. There were ups and downs, first steps, teeth and the like...
For you with the lower IQ's, I'm referring to Doc's title wins...
Now, all this time later, I will be entering my prime. 'But wait,' you say, 'Adulthood doesn't start until one is 18.' You would normally be right. Except as a wrestler, or an athlete in any sense, time is measured differently, relative age and someone's ring life span are shorter. You see people in the business know that to calculate ring age you generally double to triple the person's years in the business, so you see, with nine and a half years since my incubation period in the GWC womb, that puts my career at 19... Pure, peak age, full of all that I need to rule hard, fast, and ruthlessly. I have now the experience, and most importantly the timing, because I have reached my prime. Not my peak mind you, because once that happens, there is only one way to go...
Down."
Doc stands as the ground begins to shake in the cavern. "You see, for me, there is only one direction in my future... To Rise!"
At those words, two thrones begin to emerge from the ground wreathed in flame and the screams of the tortured. Doc smiles as his plans are beginning to finally come to fruition.
Just then, Mary comes into the picture beside Doc, covered in blood and gore. A bloody dagger clanks to the ground. "It is done..."
Doc grabbed her elegantly by the hand, and looked her in the eyes, "Then you deserve your reward. You will be my empress, and rule at my side." Mary's eyes glowed proudly. "Now, as a bonus, I have another surprise." Doc pointed behind her and whispered in her ear, "Turn around..."
Mary turned to see a pair of demon carrying in their arms the 18 month old twins, Johnny and Katie. Doc's smile grew, and Mary looked at him with rage, then it slowly turned to admiration and awe. "Your a fucking bastard, I thought I slaughtered my own children, and you made me believe it."
Doc simply grinned like the Cheshire Cat, "Mary, I'm pure evil, not heartless. We cannot be the ruling Imperial Family by ourselves, it just wouldn't be complete. Now, you know why I call them my little prince and princess. Only now we are the first family of Darkness, and we will be victorious."
Doc and Mary turn to the kids just in time to see little Johnny jam his pudgy thumb in the demon carrying him's eye. The tortured one screams in agony, and little Johnny just cackles. Doc smiles proudly and Mary sinks into his side a contented look on her face, "Just like his father..." They were whole...
5/7/17 WCF Aftermath RP
Fatal Fiveway Fisting
Doc is sitting on his throne, Mary at his side as Hank Brown is escorted in by a pair of his demons.
"Doc, Mary, it's a pleasure to see you again."
The demon to Hank's right snarled and the one to his left to action, "You will show him the respect he deserves mortal!" he said while striking Hank on the back of his knees forcing him to kneel.
"Balthazar, is that the way we treat an honored guest?"
"Forgive me Lord, I only meant to enforce your rules."
Doc walked slowly down towards his underling "You know that I will let you know when that is needed, now go clean the pits." Balthazar, now chastised, lowered his horned head and walked off.
Doc didn't even watch, he turned to the other demon, "Malachor, get our guest a chair." He turned to Hank, "So, what brings you to my lair Mr. Brown?"
"Well Doc, the members of the WCF Galaxy would like to know your thoughts about your match at Aftermath, and what you plan to do."
Doc resumed his perch on the Throne, "What I plan to do?
Win!"
"What I mea..."
"I know what you meant Hank. I'm not going to give away my plans, I'm not some second rate wanna be.
Once again Lerch has booked me in yet another of his signature WCF Clusterfucks. What do we call this a Fatal Fiveway? Fistfuck of Doom? Whatever you end up calling it, there are going to be four souls suffering. Four people are getting the big ugly L, while I will be flying the W. We have a beach bum, your cookie cutter rookie, a so-called demon wolf and then there is the one shining gem, Cheyenne..."
"Doc, you know she bats for the other team right?"
"Well, your gonna have to tell me all the sordid details..."
"But of course"
Hank just looked back and forth and shook his head, "Doc..."
"Andre Aquarius. Like totally tubular dude, can you believe this Jeff Spicoli mother fucker thinks he can just get under my skin? I think his brain has been fried by too much malted hops and bong resin. A devout follower of the waves, can such a stalwart #BitchCrew member is always one you cannot take lightly, but it isn't going to matter this week, because I am in the ring, not the old Doc Henry he used to know. That man is gone, he died a most horrible death..."
Doc stood and beckoned Hank to follow as he walked through the cavernous space, pits of fire all around. "I'm not going to sweat my little oysters off over that wave jockey, as the second biggest threat, he still isn't that big of a problem. If I just vapor locked on him, well then I'd get surprised by the rookie. Mr. Burnett."
"Well, he's showing promise..."
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!"
Doc stopped and grabbed his gut as he tried to regain composure.
"I wasn't kidd..."
Doc held up a hand and Hank fell silent, "Please, your going to kill me with laughter...
It's almost as laughable as Udy. This little prick wants to call himself the demon wolf. I wish he would do just a little more research on the animal he wants to embody. Mr. Demon Wolf is trying all he can to come to the front of the pack that is the WCF. He wants to be the one at the front, leading the way, the Alpha. Well let me tell you something about the truth of the so called 'Alpha', it's nothing more than pure fiction in real life. A true wolf alpha, male and female are the breeding pair, the mom and dad of the group, which makes WCF's Alpha Lerch, and whoever is his current cock pocket..."
Doc stopped to watch a man having his flesh ripped off and eaten by demons and growing back, his eternal punishment. "There is one bright spot, one diamond in the rough, if she can prove her dark allegiances. If she can serve her master properly. Cheyenne can be one hell of a challenge in this match, but she's more of an asset. A devout follower should be more than willing to sacrifice herself for me to win this match. It's only right, and it's only what I would expect of such a follower..."
Doc turned to Hank, "It is now time that head out. Aftermath is upon us Hank."
Without his knowing it, Doc's walk had brought them to his cavern office, where they were met by Doc's family. "It's time we head out to Wheeling..."
The fire blazed and Mary walked through with the kids. Doc turned to Hank who looked worried. Without hesitation Doc grabbed him and stepped in...
A flash of orange light and Doc and Hank emerged from a fireplace in his locker room backstage at the WesBanco Arena.
"See, when your with me, the fires of hell can't touch you..."
5/14/17 WCF Slam Trios Cup Doc RP
And the Devil Makes Three
6:55 AM, Tuesday, 9th May.
Doc is walking the Caverns of Hell relishing in the screams and suffering of tormented souls. The smells, the roaring din, all elements fed into his being, and he could feel himself growing stronger. He paused mid step, and smiled. Turning he saw Mary approaching. "Well my dear, come to join me on a stroll this beautiful morning?"
Mary simply grinned lasciviously at Doc, "I remember when I used to be able to sneak up on you..."
"Well dear, that is before I learned of who I am. Before I embraced the darkness that has always been and will be forever more. Now that I have rightfully claimed the throne, Hell can get back to business as usual..."
Doc paused as he looked past Mary, deeper into the caverns, "It can't be..." Taking off at a brisk jog, Doc made his way to a man strapped naked to a cactus, a demon flogging him with a barbed wire whip. As the large figure drew it's clawed arm back for another swing, Doc's hand clasped around it's wrist like a vise. "Find another soul to torture, this one I'll handle personally." Doc turned to Balthazar, who always followed his master through hell. "Bring a robe, now..."
Doc untied the man, helping him gingerly off the cactus. As Mary and Doc finished removing the spines, Balthazar returned with one of Doc's silk robes. Without hesitation, Doc wrapped it around the man and looked at his demon. "Take this man to my chambers, cleanse his wounds and I'll deal with him after my meeting."
"As you wish my Lord."
Doc watched as Balthazar carried the man away, his eyes softened just slightly.
"Doc, I've not seen you this way before. Do you know him?"
"Didn't you see it Mary, that man looks exactly like his grandson. He's my father..."
***************
3:26AM, Wednesday 10th May, The bedroom of one Serenity Holmes
3:26AM, Wednesday 10th May, The bedroom of one Serenity Holmes
Doc stood over the girl's bed looking down at her. "Such a beautiful child you have Andre. He spoke softly his voice low as to not disturb her. "Such vibrant red hair, I bet she has quite the temper when she gets going. You must be very proud, to have been blessed so."
Doc reached down and gently brushed the hair from her face, "So blessed. Just looking at her I can already tell she will be breaking all kinds of hearts when she gets older, and you'll probably be breaking many legs too. It's good being a father isn't it? Seeing them grow, watching the wonderment in their eyes as they learn and experience new things. Tell me Andre, are you willing to do absolutely anything to ensure her safety? Are you willing to sacrifice it all?"
Doc smiled, evil, and with purpose. "It would be so easy, there wouldn't be hardly any struggle. With minimal effort, all you have done to keep her and her sister safe will be for naught. Tell me, would you be able to live with yourself knowing you failed. Failed at the most basic, the most important task you have been given in this life?"
Doc bent down, his eyes full of dark intent...
And tucked the covers around Serenity, patting her head lovingly, before standing up, mists swirling around his feet. "What you thought I'd actually harm her? I'm the devil Andre, not some soulless monster. She is still a pure soul, still has a life to live and choices to make. It is not my place to force her down the path to eternal damnation, she is still sinless, and you should be very proud.
You however, well Andre, your list of sins is quite impressive. Tell me, how do you sleep at night? What is your motivation to keep going down such dark corners? Her? Her sister, Athena?"
Doc smiled broadly as the mists began to slowly build. "Justifying your actions with your children. How so very wrong Andre. Do you really want to keep fighting forever, is the safety of your children really important to you? I suggest you look hard into your soul. Make peace with your God, Andre. Look how easily I was able to penetrate your defenses, and there are far more evil beings out there than me... Well, beings with more immediate evil intent. It would be a shame if something were to happen to one of them, what with all the predators in the world these days. Trust me, I have seen more and more arriving everyday in my pits. Used to, before us Andre, these beasts weren't more than touchy feely uncles, now, well now it seems like they can be anyone, and they are only getting sicker and sicker.
You need to keep them safe Andre, not be chasing gold, glory, and cups. Your priorities in life have been fucked up for far too long. It's time you lay them down, because after Bonnie, the Monster Oblivion and I beat you three at Slam, I suggest you come home, hang up your boots and be the father you are supposed to be...
You cannot beat us, accept it."
Doc tipped his hat and faded into the mists, and into nothingness. Serenity, still peaceful in sleep, dreaming, pulled the covers tighter and shivered...
***************
Thursday 11th May, Nighttime, a familiar looking bedroom...
Thursday 11th May, Nighttime, a familiar looking bedroom...
Doc sat fully clothed on the foot of the bed, and smiled, he looked pleased and sated. Looking back over his shoulder, he grinned big. There wrapped in the sheets lay a tall modelesque woman, tangled and her blonde hair plastered with sweat.
"Hello Rabid, look familiar? It should, well at least some of it should. I've seen it in your heart, deep down in your fears. You question it, don't you? All men do, am I enough for my wife? What if someone else comes along, unleashes the insatiable beast inside? Will she did scream out a time or two that you just don't measure up? That the 'Serpent' Johnny Rabid was more of a little worm? Tell me, is that why Mr. Jack the Ripper couldn't hold on to those Tag Titles, hmmm? You just weren't man enough, were you? Forget any other accolades, forget going for that World Title, you haven't even gotten close enough to get a good sniff have you?
Rabid, you see, no matter how many times you sell yourself out to get ahead, you'll never get that World Title. Look at me, I've come closer than you ever have, hell, I've had far more success as a champion than you have, and I haven't held the World Championship yet. So tell me, Mr. Sellout, just how in the hell do you plan to best us at Slam? You lost a title to Adam Young. The Sick Bastard, the man who everyone gets to beat up on. You lost the Trios Titles to the Big Time Jokes. I have never lost to Young. Never, let alone a Championship. It's bad enough that someone has to step in and please your wife when you can't, but your so damned limp dicked, that you allowed the Big Time Jokes to take the Trios Titles from yourself and Beach Krew. How pathetic, but you know, if you weren't so obsessed with fuck boys, just maybe your wife wouldn't have to be taken to the Seven Levels of Sexual Hell Yes by someone else, let alone riding on coat tails to tag titles, then losing them to jobbers...
So sad, man, so sad..."
Doc stood up and lit a cigarette as mists began to swirl, "I was told I have a rival for my throne, and after tonight, after looking into your soul. I can definitely tell you that it is not you. Rabid, you are no rival for anything of mine. You have barely been able to call yourself a champion, twice TV Champ? Bitch please, I did that in my sleep, and don't even pretend to compare your paltry Tag Titles to me. You aren't in my league there pal, and I'm not even counting the other Titles I've held. Ten times have I been a WCF Champion, more than guys like Torture, Odin, Purse, Reb, and Bobby Cairo, all men who would mop the floor with you while jacking off. Your nothing Rabid, nothing but a speed bump.
You are good at one thing though, betrayal, yes, you are very good at stabbing people in the back. Tell me, do you think Holmes and Black really trust the man who went all Judas Iscariot on Joey Fly? I don't think so, and I know you know deep down in your heart that they trust you about as far as a wet fart..."
The mists gathered around Doc, and he began to fade into nothingness, his voice doing the same, "Oh, and don't worry Rabid, I haven't defiled your wife, but I cannot speak for others...
***************
11:23 PM Tuesday 9th June, Doc's Throne Room
11:23 PM Tuesday 9th June, Doc's Throne Room
Doc, Mary and Doc's father are sitting around, "So, how in the world did you end up here? Surely you didn't live that bad of a life?"
"Well, son, I didn't exactly live a sin free life. Hell, I just lived and loved and let the chips fall where they may. I used to just toil away in the endless meaningless labor like the majority of souls here, then one day this man came looking for me. He claimed that he was taking over the throne from his father and a new Hell would emerge, one far stronger and much much more demanding on its slaves than ever before. He is a real bastard, but who would have thought my own son was the one true heir to Hell...
Doc's face grew confused, "One true heir? I am the Devil dad, not some... wait, if I'm the heir, does that mean you are Lucifer?"
Doc's father chuckled, "No, I'm just a man, just Richard Wyatt Henry from the South. I don't know how it came to be that you are the Devil's offspring, but what I remember of that bastard telling me is that he wouldn't be able to reign on the Throne of Hell until his last sibling threat was removed. I'm so proud of how strong you are son. So proud that you have the gumption and drive to take what you desire. It really warms my heart, takes the chill from my soul..."
Doc sat in thought for a moment, scratching his chin. "Is that really what happened with the events behind the Dethwar?"
Richard's face turned pale"Dethwar? Is that what he meant? That maniac kept rambling on about how he was going to take over the world, how it was the only way he could take you out..."
Doc and Mary stood, he gave her a look and strode towards the fireplace as she helped her father in law to his feet, "Let's get you back to your room..."
***************
A knoll overlooking the Dethfort
A knoll overlooking the Dethfort
Doc overlooked the damaged Dethfort and it's surroundings. "So, this is where it all came to a head. The home of one Corey Black, the vessel of Creeping Death. How fitting really, once a shining beacon of strength, the Dethfort, like it's owner is nothing but a shattered and broken old vestige of strength. Past it's prime and couldn't handle the evil it faced. Oh some day it will be patched up, but the scars will forever show just how broken and fragile it really is.
Once again, just like it's owner. There is a lot of history there with Corey Black. The man has left an indelible mark on this business and this company. Once the measuring stick everyone was lain against. Corey set the bar, time and time again. Look at him now, old, broken and nothing more than a relic of a bygone era. Corey's decline started when Odin just decimated his ass with powerbomb after powerbomb. Every since that day, you can see it in the back of his eyes, those powerbombs left a series of nightmares. He can't handle them anymore. I bet deep down, in the darkest depths of his soul, Corey dies in fear just a little each time he see's anyone get planted by one.
See, Corey can posture all he wants, and puff out his chest telling everyone that he's good to go, but I know the truth, my little tweet shook him to the core. He fears the powerbomb and will fight like hell to avoid it. Thing is though that there are soooo many ways one can hit him with a powerbomb. So many variations. Warning Corey, this may trigger mass shaking and pants pissing...
I have been studying them all week, and feel confident I can get him with one of the following. There is the Argentine Powerbomb, the Choke Bomb, the Crucifix Powerbomb a running and falling variation, the Black Tiger Bomb, the Dangan Bomb, the Double Underhook Powerbomb, Elevated Powerbomb, Falling Powerbomb, Fireman's Carry, Gutwrench Powerbomb. Or I could hit him with an Inverted Powerbomb, A Popup Powerbomb, Release Powerbomb, Sunset Flip Powerbomb, and because of this being a Trios match, Hell we could even hit a Cerebus Powerbomb. The point is Corey, there are endless ways to bomb your old ass into the canvas, and I've studied them all. Believe me, Bonnie and Oblivion will also be looking for them as well. You think I'd be the only one allowed to have fun? Nope, I'll spread that shit around. It's your retirement tour after all, no reason to not send you out without a big boom!"
Doc turned, walking away from the destruction that was the Dethfort, leaving it fading away into the encroaching fog. "You once called yourself God's Gift to Wrestling. You know, I'm not going to fault you for the self hype. Everyone does it, we all love to do it, and at one point you could back that up. But not anymore, nope, you are a weak, washed up old man. Sure there is still fight in you, but really, how strong can you actually be when you allowed yourself to be possessed. Should have seen that coming, huh? The innovator and originator of XIII, nothing more than, to borrow a phrase from my Monster, 'meatsack' puppet that brought about the whole Dethwar.
How does that feel Corey? Huh? Knowing that the deaths of countless innocent men, women, and children are your fault. Their blood has stained your hands because you weren't strong enough. Your body, your strength, your will failed. It failed in the worst way possible. How can you even look yourself in the face each morning knowing that you, and you alone could have prevented the whole Dethwar? If only you had been the man you once were. Hell, you want to know the truth Corey, I don't think you ever were that man, no I think it was that possessing entity the whole time, it lay dormant deep down, using you to build up and become this force of nature in the wrestling world, only to realized that once it was gone, your nothing more than a man. A man that was manipulated and played from day one into thinking he was great. It's a smart move, retiring now, before you tarnish your legacy that isn't even yours to begin with. Take heed old man, your journey is all but over and some day in the near future, when your in the rocking chair on the front porch of the Wrestling Retirement Home, you can relive those glory days, and no one will care that it wasn't you..."
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Backstage, Morning of Slam
Backstage, Morning of Slam
A flash of orange light and Doc appears in the locker room to find Bonnie and Oblivion, he smiles and simply comments, "Well, now that I'm here, that makes three..."
Bonnie rounds on Doc, "I cannot believe you did that to Emily. You know you've really fucked up now, it was nice knowing you, Rabid will be looking for blood.
"What? I made my own wife think she slaughtered our children, a little weak minded prick like him was easier. Besides, who knows, she could actually be sleeping around..."
"Dude, if you want to risk your own immortality, be my guest, but I ain't getting hit with that fallout...."
"Oh come now, we all know that any mental edge is good for us against our opponents. Mind fuck games are standard fare. Besides, I doubt his wife is even that good of a lay anyhow..."
"Don't say I didn't warn you...."
Doc just shrugged and started to pull his ring gear out of his bag. "Look, we have this match, Pantheon has grown two long in the tooth and it's time to put them out to pasture. Between the Daughter of Time, The Monster and myself, Master of all Evil, they stand no chance." Doc sat and began to change.
