Post by Doc Holiday on Apr 28, 2024 13:20:28 GMT -5
Scene One: The Call (Monday, April 22nd)
The scene opens up inside what looks to be an empty gym. Weight machines, free weights, benches, and squat racks make up most of the space in the gym. Towards the back, a row of treadmills complete the typical gym aesthetic. As we pan closer we see Action Wrestling Superstar, Doc Holiday running on the treadmill. He is dressed in black Nike shorts, black/red Nike Havoc running shoes, and a black shirt with the AW logo on it. He appears to be jamming out to some music when an unfamiliar number, however the caller ID shows 'Las Vegas, Nevada'. Doc stops the treadmill and hits the answer button and then the speaker button.
"Hello?" Doc answers the phone.
"Yes, is this Action Wrestling superstar, Doc Holiday?" the voice on the other end replies.
"Yeah, who wants to know?" Doc replies.
"This is Mark Davis with the Las Vegas Raiders. I was wondering if you would like to announce a pick for us in the Draft, Saturday night." the person replies.
This sounds too good to be true, Doc isn't buying it. "OK, Jens," Doc says, mocking the voice on the other end. "I'm not buying it, good try though.
"Who's Jens? This is Mark Davis, owner of the Las Vegas Raiders." the person explains.
"You're gonna have to do better than that man," Doc says laughing.
The call ends. Doc puts his phone back in the holder of the treadmill and is about to continue with his run when the same number pops up with a FaceTime call. Doc answers and low and behold it is actually Mark Davis, the owner of the Raiders.
"Holy shit!" Doc exclaims, "Sorry Mr. Davis, I thought you were my friend Jens trying to play a prank on me."
"No problem, Doc" Mark says, "I had to have one of my assistants help me with this. But I figured you would believe it if you saw me." He says with a chuckle.
"Yeah, my friend is always doing something ridiculous." Doc mentions.
"I'm still serious about having you announce one of our picks this Saturday in Detroit" Mr. Davis replies. "I hear your a big Raiders fan"
"One of the biggest. Been backing the silver and black for a long time, from Jamarcus Russell to Aidan O'Connell" Doc says.
"We try to forget about Jamarcus." Mark Davis says jokingly. "Not one of my dad's best picks"
"To answer your question, I would love to announce a pick for you guys this Saturday" Doc answers enthusiastically.
"Great we'll be in touch with you and we'll have your VIP badge and everything ready for you when you arrive Saturday.
"I'll be there Thursday night to watch the first round" Doc says "I love the process. I love watching hard work pay off and see where some of these college stars end up."
"Well we'll get you some credentials for Thursday and Friday as well then as well then, you can hangout with our staff on site." Mark says.
"Thank you for the opportunity, Mr. Davis, it's an honor." Doc says energetically.
"The honor is ours and please call me Mark." Mark says as he ends the call.
Doc quickly dials up his friend Jens as soon as the call ends.
"Yo, what's up?" A groggy Jens answers.
"I don't know where you're at, but grab the next flight to Detroit, your boy is announcing a pick for the Raiders" Doc says excitedly.
"What? For real?" Jens says half awake.
"For real man, we're hitting up Detroit and we're going to be announcing a pick for the Raiders." Doc tells his friends, still somewhat in shock and awe himself.
"This is awesome, but I'm gonna go back to sleep, I was up until 10 a.m. this morning." Jens responds
"Bro, it's 9 a.m." Doc reminds his friend.
"Damn, I slept damn near 24 hours?" Jens says. "Well what's another 8?"
"Bro you can't sleep your life away, we got shit to do!" Doc says excitedly. "We're announcing a draft pick!"
"Fuck, shit, I guess I'll get up and shower and book a flight on the shitter." Jens is obviously very tired.
"See you there man!" Doc says as he hangs up the phone.
Doc pumps his fist in celebratory fashion as the scene FADES TO BLACK.
Scene 2: Things Get 'Sketch'y (Saturday morning, April 25th)
The scene opens up in the back entrance of Campus Martius Park. Where many of the staff and celebrities are hanging out in the common area with NFL Stars and other staff. We see Action Wrestling's two familiar faces. Doc Holiday and Jens Jett just hanging out and lounging. Both swagged out in their usual Armani suits. They are chilling out on a leather couch backstage just talking.
"Man I can't believe everyone that is just here for the draft." Jens says.
"It's kind of a big deal." Doc says.
"I've seen like ten NFL players since we walked in." Jens remarks
"Yeah, they know what the process is like." Doc replies.
"I'm more excited to see if we can catch Sketch out here in the wild." Jens says jokingly
"Oh really?" Doc says with a smile. "Because I mean if you look over to the left over there I think you're gonna find who you're looking for."
Jens looks over to see the internet sensation known as Sketch. Dressed in his usual dark blue CJ Stroud, Texans jersey and black track pants. Jens gets excited.
"Calm yourself man, I'm sure he is approachable." Doc says getting up.
"You're not going to go talk to him are you?" Jens says nervously.
"Sure why not?" Doc says
Doc gets up and starts making his way toward the influencer. Jens follows behind him, giddy like a school girl meeting her boy band crush. Doc walks up to him.
"What's up brother?" Doc says with his finger up similar to how Sketch does.
"Holy Shit, Doc Holiday! What's up brother?" Sketch says to Doc.
"Not much, just doing the same thing you're going to be doing later. I'm announcing a pick for the Raiders." Doc says answering the question.
"That's awesome, it's been a dream I thought I'd never get to fulfill" Sketch says.
"Me too, it's crazy how things work out sometimes, right?" Doc says sharing the experience they will both get to have.
"Right?" Sketch says.
"Hey do you mind If me and my friend Jens get a picture with you? We're fans of your work" Doc asks.
"You’re fans of me? I'm a fan of yours! Of course we can!"
Doc hands his phone to a nearby staff member as Doc and Jens stand between Sketch. As the staff member counts down, all three men say "What's up Brother". FADE TO BLACK
Scene 3: The Pick Is In... (Saturday afternoon, April 26th)
The scene opens up in the backstage area of Campus Martius Park, on site where the NFL Draft is taking place. Doc Holiday is patiently waiting in the green room with his friend Jens Jett. Both are dressed in all black Armani suits with Silver ties. The style is very fitting of the Las Vegas Raiders style. Jens looks more nervous than Doc does as he paces around the inside the room clutching a water bottle tightly. Just then NFL Commissioner Roger Goodell walks in, as Doc gets up to greet the man. He is dressed in a very nice dark blue and black designer suit.
"Doc, thank you for making it out here to announce this pick" Mr. Goodell says to Doc.
"No thank you and thank the Raiders organization." Doc says back, humbled by the experience.
"Here's a little bit of a run down on how things will work." Mr. Goodell says. "The pick will be called in. Then one of our staff will come and tell you that it's time to announce the pick. From there you will be given a card with the name of who will be drafted. They'll help you with any pronunciation that you may need. Then you will head out this door and onto the stage, Where you will announce the pick. "
"Sounds easy enough," Doc replies.
"Great, it should be pretty easy, you're used to talking in front of large crowds" Mr. Goodell says jokingly. "You're friend on the other hand looks more nervous than you."
"He'll be fine," Doc says as he gets up and shakes Mr. Goodell's hand.
"Shouldn't be too long, the Raiders are up next." Mr. Goodell says before exiting the room.
"Would you relax?" Doc says to Jens
"This shit is nerve racking. How do you do it?" Jens says looking at Doc.
"It's nothing to be afraid of, just announcing a pick" Doc says
"But what if you mess up?" Jens says nervously.
"Ain't gonna mess up homie. I look fly as fuck, people fuck with me now, and we are on our way to the top. Nothing can stop me, not even a little hiccup if tripped, fell and looked like an idiot." Doc says with confidence.
"I don't understand how you can be so cool, calm and collected." Jens says taking some deep breaths.
"I don't know how this gives you anxiety, but you can go to a strip club full of people and not be worked up by a large crowd." Doc says.
"I find peace in those titties, Doc. Peace in the titties." Jens says.
"Well go to your happy place man." Doc says
"Mr. Holiday the pick is in" A voice comes from the nearby door.
The staff member that Mr. Goodell was talking about appears in the doorway. He is in white polo with the NFL logo on it and black slacks.
"Alright," Doc says, walking towards the man. "Let's see who we have here" Doc says as the man hands him the card. "Shouldn't be too hard to announce.
"Who is it?" Jens asks curiously.
"Guess you'll have to see" Doc says to Jens pointing at the TV in the room.
"Just follow me, Mr. Holiday" The staff member says
The scene cuts from the previous scene to the stage of the NFL Draft. The crowd is in a frenzy as they wait for the next pick. On the big screen the Raiders logo flashes and the words "The Pick is in..." pulses in big white letters as the PA announcer's deep booming voice comes over the speakers.
"At this time, please welcome, Action Wrestling Super Star, Doc Holiday to the stage to announce the pick for the Las Vegas Raiders"
Doc steps onto the stage dressed in his all black Armani suit and walks toward the microphone stand. As the crowd cheers him on heavily. He soaks in the moment as he approaches the stand, letting the crowd get as wild as they want. He unbuttons his jack and shows off the interior of his suit jacket which has the Raiders logo and various pictures of the Raiders history on the inside. The crowd goes insane at the sight of his jacket interior. He waits for the crowd to die down before he announces the pick.
"First of all let me just say what an honor it is to be here announcing a pick for the Las Vegas Raiders. My fondest memories growing up was watching the Oakland Raiders on TV and a few lucky times at Oakland Coliseum." pausing to let the crowd cheer. "With that being said, with the 148th pick in the 2024 NFL Draft, THE MIGHTY LAS VEGAS RAIDERS SELECT..." pausing for dramatic effect. "Tommy Eichenberg, Linebacker, Ohio State!"
The crowd cheers as a video package for Tommy Eichenberg plays on the big screen as the scene FADES TO BLACK.
Scene 4: The Promo (Saturday Night, April 27th)
The scene opens back up in a lavish hotel room. At this point they're all pretty familiar, leather couches and loveseats. White walls with random 'art' on the walls. A big screen TV and a decent size kitchenette with a mini bar. However, we find the star of the show, Doc Holiday, standing in front of a large window that overlooks the city of Tuscaloosa. He is dressed in a grey Armani suit and standard aviator shades. He is laser focused on what he's about to say.
"Jonny Boy, here we go again right? This time, though, it's the last time. I guess that the AW Brass just doesn't want to keep the same rinse, lather, repeat method they have in the past. You know like with Tatiana Jolee and Jill Park, in what seemed like every major event for like six months. But our story is a little different though, isn't it? As much as we would like to move on, our trajectory in AW continues to move parallel to one another, until there is no one, but us to face each other. I mean we're right on the cusp of what it takes to be great in this company, to be in the mix, to have a chance to be amongst the names like Jill Park, Gerard Angelo, Teo Blaze, and even 'Old Ass' Balfore. It's not a question of 'if' we get there, it's a matter of when. They can say this is our final singles match, but words are just words and unless there's a contract stating that and we've both signed it, that's all it is. I mean look at college kids nowadays, the transfer portal is a beautiful thing, and also a nightmare. You may think you have a top prospect, but then plans change. Things will change Jon, but after this we can at least enjoy beating the piss out of other people, but we'll end up back together, like any great toxic relationship."
Doc looks down at his phone to check a message that he has received. After responding he continues.
"I know that you think that this little thing you got going on with the crowd, is what's going to draw inspiration for your win at Blast, but let's face it, too much of anything is never a great thing. I mean Sushi is amazing, but when you are forced to eat everyday, it becomes stale, repetitive, and you dread seeing it on your plate. Much like many of your promo's lately, basically trying to get them behind you, so you can 'win' this match for them. While the fans might cheer for you and admire you for being someone they can look up to, they cheer me for a completely different reason. That reason is, because I tell them the truth. Am I going out there to win this match for them? FUCK NO. They respect my answer, because they know that I'm winning this for me. I'm winning this for the hopeless, 8 year old Desmond Holiday, who lived on ramen, unfiltered tap water, and prayed that he would make it out of Section 8 housing and become part of the cycle. I'm winning this for me, because at any time, this empire I've built might crumble beneath me. That's why I've fought like hell at everything in my life. The fans need someone to inspire them Jon, not someone who will kiss their ass and tell them that they're great. They want to be moved by who came from nothing and made something. They want to be captivated by someone's who's hunger to win shines out in the ring and not in a promo that panders to them with cliché's and corny taglines. So excuse me, if you feel I don't deserve to win, because I'm selfish and don't address the fans every week in an interview. 'Care about what other people think, and you become their prisoner' said the great Don Michael Corleone. My focus is solely on winning this tournament and then being the last man in the ring at Havoc, so I can get my shot at what is rightfully mine. "
Pausing for a moment Doc collects his thoughts, before continuing on.
"This isn't like any of our previous matches. This is for spot number thirty at Havoc. A chance to come in with no fatigue, no wasted energy, or loss of breath. You're literally in the driver's seat, as long as you don't fuck up. But then again, you have a history of fumbling the bag, don't you? You worked so hard to beat me and take my United States title, but you turned around and lost that to DRAUGR. So what happens if you beat me at Blast? Do you turn around and get immediately clotheslined out of the ring upon entering it? Recent history would say so. At least my get back is better than my setbacks. But then again when I've had opportunities at titles and such, I usually win. Tournaments not so much, I'm kinda new to being in the finals of one. Usually some bullshit happens, but that shit is gonna end on Sunday when I put you in the Million Dollar Scream and make you wish you never signed your AW contract, because frankly, if you don't get the gist of anything I was saying before. I'm simply hungrier and more than ready to sacrifice it all just to give myself that extra little bit of edge in the World Title picture. I want to be on Gerard Angelo's radar. I want to finish the job with Jonny on Sunday, then Havoc, then have Angelo shook and afraid to look, because I'm the biggest threat to his title since one of the best left the industry, because he made a pact with himself. I'm coming for the World Tite and I'm coming for it very soon. There's not a fucking thing that can stop me, not Jonny Cedrone, not twenty-nine other wrestlers, or Gerard Angelo, because I'm done waiting for it to be my turn...THIS IS WAR!!!
FADE TO BLACK!
The scene opens up inside what looks to be an empty gym. Weight machines, free weights, benches, and squat racks make up most of the space in the gym. Towards the back, a row of treadmills complete the typical gym aesthetic. As we pan closer we see Action Wrestling Superstar, Doc Holiday running on the treadmill. He is dressed in black Nike shorts, black/red Nike Havoc running shoes, and a black shirt with the AW logo on it. He appears to be jamming out to some music when an unfamiliar number, however the caller ID shows 'Las Vegas, Nevada'. Doc stops the treadmill and hits the answer button and then the speaker button.
"Hello?" Doc answers the phone.
"Yes, is this Action Wrestling superstar, Doc Holiday?" the voice on the other end replies.
"Yeah, who wants to know?" Doc replies.
"This is Mark Davis with the Las Vegas Raiders. I was wondering if you would like to announce a pick for us in the Draft, Saturday night." the person replies.
This sounds too good to be true, Doc isn't buying it. "OK, Jens," Doc says, mocking the voice on the other end. "I'm not buying it, good try though.
"Who's Jens? This is Mark Davis, owner of the Las Vegas Raiders." the person explains.
"You're gonna have to do better than that man," Doc says laughing.
The call ends. Doc puts his phone back in the holder of the treadmill and is about to continue with his run when the same number pops up with a FaceTime call. Doc answers and low and behold it is actually Mark Davis, the owner of the Raiders.
"Holy shit!" Doc exclaims, "Sorry Mr. Davis, I thought you were my friend Jens trying to play a prank on me."
"No problem, Doc" Mark says, "I had to have one of my assistants help me with this. But I figured you would believe it if you saw me." He says with a chuckle.
"Yeah, my friend is always doing something ridiculous." Doc mentions.
"I'm still serious about having you announce one of our picks this Saturday in Detroit" Mr. Davis replies. "I hear your a big Raiders fan"
"One of the biggest. Been backing the silver and black for a long time, from Jamarcus Russell to Aidan O'Connell" Doc says.
"We try to forget about Jamarcus." Mark Davis says jokingly. "Not one of my dad's best picks"
"To answer your question, I would love to announce a pick for you guys this Saturday" Doc answers enthusiastically.
"Great we'll be in touch with you and we'll have your VIP badge and everything ready for you when you arrive Saturday.
"I'll be there Thursday night to watch the first round" Doc says "I love the process. I love watching hard work pay off and see where some of these college stars end up."
"Well we'll get you some credentials for Thursday and Friday as well then as well then, you can hangout with our staff on site." Mark says.
"Thank you for the opportunity, Mr. Davis, it's an honor." Doc says energetically.
"The honor is ours and please call me Mark." Mark says as he ends the call.
Doc quickly dials up his friend Jens as soon as the call ends.
"Yo, what's up?" A groggy Jens answers.
"I don't know where you're at, but grab the next flight to Detroit, your boy is announcing a pick for the Raiders" Doc says excitedly.
"What? For real?" Jens says half awake.
"For real man, we're hitting up Detroit and we're going to be announcing a pick for the Raiders." Doc tells his friends, still somewhat in shock and awe himself.
"This is awesome, but I'm gonna go back to sleep, I was up until 10 a.m. this morning." Jens responds
"Bro, it's 9 a.m." Doc reminds his friend.
"Damn, I slept damn near 24 hours?" Jens says. "Well what's another 8?"
"Bro you can't sleep your life away, we got shit to do!" Doc says excitedly. "We're announcing a draft pick!"
"Fuck, shit, I guess I'll get up and shower and book a flight on the shitter." Jens is obviously very tired.
"See you there man!" Doc says as he hangs up the phone.
Doc pumps his fist in celebratory fashion as the scene FADES TO BLACK.
Scene 2: Things Get 'Sketch'y (Saturday morning, April 25th)
The scene opens up in the back entrance of Campus Martius Park. Where many of the staff and celebrities are hanging out in the common area with NFL Stars and other staff. We see Action Wrestling's two familiar faces. Doc Holiday and Jens Jett just hanging out and lounging. Both swagged out in their usual Armani suits. They are chilling out on a leather couch backstage just talking.
"Man I can't believe everyone that is just here for the draft." Jens says.
"It's kind of a big deal." Doc says.
"I've seen like ten NFL players since we walked in." Jens remarks
"Yeah, they know what the process is like." Doc replies.
"I'm more excited to see if we can catch Sketch out here in the wild." Jens says jokingly
"Oh really?" Doc says with a smile. "Because I mean if you look over to the left over there I think you're gonna find who you're looking for."
Jens looks over to see the internet sensation known as Sketch. Dressed in his usual dark blue CJ Stroud, Texans jersey and black track pants. Jens gets excited.
"Calm yourself man, I'm sure he is approachable." Doc says getting up.
"You're not going to go talk to him are you?" Jens says nervously.
"Sure why not?" Doc says
Doc gets up and starts making his way toward the influencer. Jens follows behind him, giddy like a school girl meeting her boy band crush. Doc walks up to him.
"What's up brother?" Doc says with his finger up similar to how Sketch does.
"Holy Shit, Doc Holiday! What's up brother?" Sketch says to Doc.
"Not much, just doing the same thing you're going to be doing later. I'm announcing a pick for the Raiders." Doc says answering the question.
"That's awesome, it's been a dream I thought I'd never get to fulfill" Sketch says.
"Me too, it's crazy how things work out sometimes, right?" Doc says sharing the experience they will both get to have.
"Right?" Sketch says.
"Hey do you mind If me and my friend Jens get a picture with you? We're fans of your work" Doc asks.
"You’re fans of me? I'm a fan of yours! Of course we can!"
Doc hands his phone to a nearby staff member as Doc and Jens stand between Sketch. As the staff member counts down, all three men say "What's up Brother". FADE TO BLACK
Scene 3: The Pick Is In... (Saturday afternoon, April 26th)
The scene opens up in the backstage area of Campus Martius Park, on site where the NFL Draft is taking place. Doc Holiday is patiently waiting in the green room with his friend Jens Jett. Both are dressed in all black Armani suits with Silver ties. The style is very fitting of the Las Vegas Raiders style. Jens looks more nervous than Doc does as he paces around the inside the room clutching a water bottle tightly. Just then NFL Commissioner Roger Goodell walks in, as Doc gets up to greet the man. He is dressed in a very nice dark blue and black designer suit.
"Doc, thank you for making it out here to announce this pick" Mr. Goodell says to Doc.
"No thank you and thank the Raiders organization." Doc says back, humbled by the experience.
"Here's a little bit of a run down on how things will work." Mr. Goodell says. "The pick will be called in. Then one of our staff will come and tell you that it's time to announce the pick. From there you will be given a card with the name of who will be drafted. They'll help you with any pronunciation that you may need. Then you will head out this door and onto the stage, Where you will announce the pick. "
"Sounds easy enough," Doc replies.
"Great, it should be pretty easy, you're used to talking in front of large crowds" Mr. Goodell says jokingly. "You're friend on the other hand looks more nervous than you."
"He'll be fine," Doc says as he gets up and shakes Mr. Goodell's hand.
"Shouldn't be too long, the Raiders are up next." Mr. Goodell says before exiting the room.
"Would you relax?" Doc says to Jens
"This shit is nerve racking. How do you do it?" Jens says looking at Doc.
"It's nothing to be afraid of, just announcing a pick" Doc says
"But what if you mess up?" Jens says nervously.
"Ain't gonna mess up homie. I look fly as fuck, people fuck with me now, and we are on our way to the top. Nothing can stop me, not even a little hiccup if tripped, fell and looked like an idiot." Doc says with confidence.
"I don't understand how you can be so cool, calm and collected." Jens says taking some deep breaths.
"I don't know how this gives you anxiety, but you can go to a strip club full of people and not be worked up by a large crowd." Doc says.
"I find peace in those titties, Doc. Peace in the titties." Jens says.
"Well go to your happy place man." Doc says
"Mr. Holiday the pick is in" A voice comes from the nearby door.
The staff member that Mr. Goodell was talking about appears in the doorway. He is in white polo with the NFL logo on it and black slacks.
"Alright," Doc says, walking towards the man. "Let's see who we have here" Doc says as the man hands him the card. "Shouldn't be too hard to announce.
"Who is it?" Jens asks curiously.
"Guess you'll have to see" Doc says to Jens pointing at the TV in the room.
"Just follow me, Mr. Holiday" The staff member says
The scene cuts from the previous scene to the stage of the NFL Draft. The crowd is in a frenzy as they wait for the next pick. On the big screen the Raiders logo flashes and the words "The Pick is in..." pulses in big white letters as the PA announcer's deep booming voice comes over the speakers.
"At this time, please welcome, Action Wrestling Super Star, Doc Holiday to the stage to announce the pick for the Las Vegas Raiders"
Doc steps onto the stage dressed in his all black Armani suit and walks toward the microphone stand. As the crowd cheers him on heavily. He soaks in the moment as he approaches the stand, letting the crowd get as wild as they want. He unbuttons his jack and shows off the interior of his suit jacket which has the Raiders logo and various pictures of the Raiders history on the inside. The crowd goes insane at the sight of his jacket interior. He waits for the crowd to die down before he announces the pick.
"First of all let me just say what an honor it is to be here announcing a pick for the Las Vegas Raiders. My fondest memories growing up was watching the Oakland Raiders on TV and a few lucky times at Oakland Coliseum." pausing to let the crowd cheer. "With that being said, with the 148th pick in the 2024 NFL Draft, THE MIGHTY LAS VEGAS RAIDERS SELECT..." pausing for dramatic effect. "Tommy Eichenberg, Linebacker, Ohio State!"
The crowd cheers as a video package for Tommy Eichenberg plays on the big screen as the scene FADES TO BLACK.
Scene 4: The Promo (Saturday Night, April 27th)
The scene opens back up in a lavish hotel room. At this point they're all pretty familiar, leather couches and loveseats. White walls with random 'art' on the walls. A big screen TV and a decent size kitchenette with a mini bar. However, we find the star of the show, Doc Holiday, standing in front of a large window that overlooks the city of Tuscaloosa. He is dressed in a grey Armani suit and standard aviator shades. He is laser focused on what he's about to say.
"Jonny Boy, here we go again right? This time, though, it's the last time. I guess that the AW Brass just doesn't want to keep the same rinse, lather, repeat method they have in the past. You know like with Tatiana Jolee and Jill Park, in what seemed like every major event for like six months. But our story is a little different though, isn't it? As much as we would like to move on, our trajectory in AW continues to move parallel to one another, until there is no one, but us to face each other. I mean we're right on the cusp of what it takes to be great in this company, to be in the mix, to have a chance to be amongst the names like Jill Park, Gerard Angelo, Teo Blaze, and even 'Old Ass' Balfore. It's not a question of 'if' we get there, it's a matter of when. They can say this is our final singles match, but words are just words and unless there's a contract stating that and we've both signed it, that's all it is. I mean look at college kids nowadays, the transfer portal is a beautiful thing, and also a nightmare. You may think you have a top prospect, but then plans change. Things will change Jon, but after this we can at least enjoy beating the piss out of other people, but we'll end up back together, like any great toxic relationship."
Doc looks down at his phone to check a message that he has received. After responding he continues.
"I know that you think that this little thing you got going on with the crowd, is what's going to draw inspiration for your win at Blast, but let's face it, too much of anything is never a great thing. I mean Sushi is amazing, but when you are forced to eat everyday, it becomes stale, repetitive, and you dread seeing it on your plate. Much like many of your promo's lately, basically trying to get them behind you, so you can 'win' this match for them. While the fans might cheer for you and admire you for being someone they can look up to, they cheer me for a completely different reason. That reason is, because I tell them the truth. Am I going out there to win this match for them? FUCK NO. They respect my answer, because they know that I'm winning this for me. I'm winning this for the hopeless, 8 year old Desmond Holiday, who lived on ramen, unfiltered tap water, and prayed that he would make it out of Section 8 housing and become part of the cycle. I'm winning this for me, because at any time, this empire I've built might crumble beneath me. That's why I've fought like hell at everything in my life. The fans need someone to inspire them Jon, not someone who will kiss their ass and tell them that they're great. They want to be moved by who came from nothing and made something. They want to be captivated by someone's who's hunger to win shines out in the ring and not in a promo that panders to them with cliché's and corny taglines. So excuse me, if you feel I don't deserve to win, because I'm selfish and don't address the fans every week in an interview. 'Care about what other people think, and you become their prisoner' said the great Don Michael Corleone. My focus is solely on winning this tournament and then being the last man in the ring at Havoc, so I can get my shot at what is rightfully mine. "
Pausing for a moment Doc collects his thoughts, before continuing on.
"This isn't like any of our previous matches. This is for spot number thirty at Havoc. A chance to come in with no fatigue, no wasted energy, or loss of breath. You're literally in the driver's seat, as long as you don't fuck up. But then again, you have a history of fumbling the bag, don't you? You worked so hard to beat me and take my United States title, but you turned around and lost that to DRAUGR. So what happens if you beat me at Blast? Do you turn around and get immediately clotheslined out of the ring upon entering it? Recent history would say so. At least my get back is better than my setbacks. But then again when I've had opportunities at titles and such, I usually win. Tournaments not so much, I'm kinda new to being in the finals of one. Usually some bullshit happens, but that shit is gonna end on Sunday when I put you in the Million Dollar Scream and make you wish you never signed your AW contract, because frankly, if you don't get the gist of anything I was saying before. I'm simply hungrier and more than ready to sacrifice it all just to give myself that extra little bit of edge in the World Title picture. I want to be on Gerard Angelo's radar. I want to finish the job with Jonny on Sunday, then Havoc, then have Angelo shook and afraid to look, because I'm the biggest threat to his title since one of the best left the industry, because he made a pact with himself. I'm coming for the World Tite and I'm coming for it very soon. There's not a fucking thing that can stop me, not Jonny Cedrone, not twenty-nine other wrestlers, or Gerard Angelo, because I'm done waiting for it to be my turn...THIS IS WAR!!!
FADE TO BLACK!