Post by Doc Henry on Nov 24, 2011 9:57:40 GMT -5
Doc is sitting in the back of his '56 Rolls Royce Silvercloud with Mary on his side. With a finely rolled Cuban in one hand and a glass of Jack Daniel's in the other, he watches the video before him. Picking up a remote, he shuts off what he is watching. "So, looks like at least one of my opponents had something to say. However something is really nothing. This Neptune is just some punk who is tired of being someones bitch. Commendable, but unfortunately, this poor soul has no clue what he is up against in the New Confederacy." Doc looks at Mary and smiles, as the camera focuses on his upper body and face. Smiling back, she drops her god like perfect face out of frame, and a zipper can be heard opening. "Now, this Neptune's partner Fear... Wow, what a moniker, has been quiet. He has been nothing more than a mention, which is exactly how I'll address him."
Doc takes a few seconds to revel in the ministrations of his sexy wife and manager. "Johnny Reb... My estranged brother. It's sad that you do not see what is happening. Me? Pure evil?? Well... That remains to be seen. Yeah, I did shelve you with a neck injury. I have been there every step of the way since your return. Why, you ask? It's simple Johnny, you and I are the same. Deep down in places you don't like to talk about. Places where you like to keep hidden from yourself, lies your true nature.
You don't need to worry about me in this match. This is bigger than any personal issue. Your forgetting that I bleed black and green. WCF is the best in this business, and we are going to prove it. You aren't the only one that was looking forward to the main event and getting your hands on Odin. Our World Title should still be around your waist. That is why I came to help you in your match. If you were going to lose it, you should have lost it to someone who is not divided when it comes to company loyalty. I think that after we mop the ring with our opponents, that the whole of the WCF should crash the main event and take back that which is ours, the WCF World Championship."
The old limo pulls into the Griffin-Spalding County Airport, and stops next to a Doc's black Gulfstream G200. Mary raises herself back up, and the pair exit the car. As the plane's crew load Doc and Mary's luggage, the pair make their way into the craft.
Doc takes a few seconds to revel in the ministrations of his sexy wife and manager. "Johnny Reb... My estranged brother. It's sad that you do not see what is happening. Me? Pure evil?? Well... That remains to be seen. Yeah, I did shelve you with a neck injury. I have been there every step of the way since your return. Why, you ask? It's simple Johnny, you and I are the same. Deep down in places you don't like to talk about. Places where you like to keep hidden from yourself, lies your true nature.
You don't need to worry about me in this match. This is bigger than any personal issue. Your forgetting that I bleed black and green. WCF is the best in this business, and we are going to prove it. You aren't the only one that was looking forward to the main event and getting your hands on Odin. Our World Title should still be around your waist. That is why I came to help you in your match. If you were going to lose it, you should have lost it to someone who is not divided when it comes to company loyalty. I think that after we mop the ring with our opponents, that the whole of the WCF should crash the main event and take back that which is ours, the WCF World Championship."
The old limo pulls into the Griffin-Spalding County Airport, and stops next to a Doc's black Gulfstream G200. Mary raises herself back up, and the pair exit the car. As the plane's crew load Doc and Mary's luggage, the pair make their way into the craft.