Post by Doc Holiday on Nov 12, 2023 13:26:36 GMT -5
The scene opens up in the backstage of some big event. Everywhere people with media credentials around their neck are walking around. Some have cameras around their necks and some have recording devices they are carrying in hand. As the camera pans around you promotional posters for "UFC 295: Procházka vs. Pereira. It is clearly backstage at Madison Square Garden. The camera soon focuses on the star of the show, AW superstar, Doc Holiday. He is wearing a black and gold fight kit similar to what the champions wear. He is accompanied by his sidekick and friend Jens Jett, who sports a dark blue Armani suit. As they walk through the backstage, the media stare and wonder what Doc is even doing there or why he's backstage. The camera picks up on Doc and Jens as they walk backstage.
"So what's MMA like compared to wrestling?" Jens asks curiously.
"Well which wrestling? Because it is basically what the ground game in UFC is all about" Doc explains.
"No like pro wrestling" Jens elaborates.
"Well I mean there are certain moves you might see in pro-wrestling that work, like a Superman punch or an arm bar, but you're not gonna see anyone coming off the top of the cage in MMA." Doc mentions Jens. "Plus you don't have to worry about weapons or anything being brought into the cage, or used when the ref isn't looking"
"What exactly are we here for?" Jens asks inquisitively.
"Just see a couple of old friends and hangout," as Doc says that he passes by Tabitha Ricci who is walking down the hall with her trainers, dejected by her loss earlier that night. "Hey, girl. Keep your head up, you've got plenty of fights left in you."
She looks up at Doc and gives him a hug. "Thank you," she goes back to walking down the hall and Doc shakes hands and daps it up with her trainers as they walk by.
"Who was that?" Jens asks
"Baby Shark" Doc says like Jens should know.
"That's her name?" Jens asks like it's silly.
"No, that's her nickname, but her real name is Tabitha."
"She's hot as fuck" Jens says blatantly.
"And out of your league" Doc says quickly shutting Jens hopes of anything out of the way.
"No one is out of my league man" Jens says confidently
"She knows more ways to hurt you than you can imagine and I'm not just talking emotionally" Doc says jokingly to Jens.
"I don't know what these emotions are" Jens says, rolling his eyes.
As they continue walking, Doc's phone begins to ring. He pulls it out and the ID says 'TFK', Doc hits the ignore call button and goes to put the phone in his pocket, but as soon as it is in there it starts ringing again. Doc silences it again and puts it back in his pocket. A 'ding' for a message goes off. Doc pulls out his phone and turns off the ringer to his phone.
"Who was that?" Jens asks.
"Nothing important" Doc says trying to distract Jens
"Are you sure, because it seems like they're really trying to get a hold of you" Jens points out.
"It'll be fine." Doc says, trying to dismiss it.
Doc walks up to a door that reads "Jiří Procházka" and knocks on the door after. A few moments go by and a man comes to the door and ushers Doc and Jens in. As you get into the locker room you see trainers and a few different just hanging out in the room as the man who will be fighting for the Light Heavyweight, none other than Jiří Procházka . He is working mitts with one of his trainers when he sees Doc and stops for a second to shake Doc's hand and do a bro hug.
"Doc how are you doing broth-ar?" Jiří says in a thick Czechoslovakian accent.
"Doing good. Man, I haven't seen you since those few fights that we were on for Rizin." Doc says reminding Jiří.
"Ahhhh yes, we had a great time afterwards as well." Jiří says
"Those saki bombs were too much," Doc says, reminiscing about the events.
"I haven't had any of that stuff in quite a while, because of that," Jiří says, rubbing his stomach.
"Could've been all the sushi we ate too" Doc says jokingly.
"How are things?" Jiří asks
"Good, I'm doing professional wrestling now," Doc mentions
"Ahhh I love that stuff. I can remember going to those when I was in Japan" Jiří says with some excitement. "Such warriors, now you are one of them?"
"Something like that," Doc says, laughing at Jiří's comment.
Just then Dana White comes into the locker room and interrupts Jiří and Doc's reunion.
"Hey there's two guys you love to see together!" Dana says, greeting the two men.
"Hey Dana, what's up my man?" Doc says, shaking Dana's hand.
"Just checking in on some people, making the rounds" Dana says, patting Doc on the shoulders. "Son of a bitch you're getting big, you're filling out nicely. Sure you don't want to make a comeback?"
Doc chuckles at the mention of a return, "Nah I'll leave MMA to boy Jiří over here."
"Well if you ever consider it, we're always here." Dana says.
"Copy that." Doc replies.
"Anyways If you want I can show you to your seats." Dana says to Doc and Jens
"That'd be great," Doc says to Dana. Doc looks over at Jiří "Kick some ass tonight man" The two bump fists as Doc and Jens follow Dana out the door and back into the backstage area again. As they walk they walk they make conversation.
"You're DLC is doing great in UFC 5 so far" Dana mentions as they walk
"Yeah I've been seeing the residuals in my account" Doc says jokingly
"I mean they're not Ali or Mike Tyson numbers, but you're right in there under Bruce." Dana says using his hands to show Doc's rank amongst those fighters.
"I mean it's hard to beat some true legends of combat, but hey maybe someday," Doc says, shrugging his shoulders.
"Maybe, but you'll have to be the GOAT of wrestling, and I think that moniker was taken by a bleach blond dude with 24 inch pythons and said 'brother' a lot." Dana says joking around alluding about who he was actually talking about.
Doc takes a look at his phone to see he has 8 missed calls and 10 text messages. He put the phone back in his pocket and continued talking to Dana. "Where did you have us sitting? Press box?"
"A VIP like yourself? We got you cage side next to Trump, Dana says laughing.
"Oh shit, you got me next to 45?" Doc says shockingly.
"Damn!" Jens interjects, to gently remind you he's still there.
"Yeah, he actually wanted to sit next to you. Big wrestling fan from what they say" Dana says as they continue to the walkout area. The crowd is loud as hell. "Sorry, but you probably won't be able to hear me, but I'll lead you to your seats.
Doc nods as they follow Dana into the arena as the screen fades to black.
The scene opens back up inside a limo as there is just Doc Holiday sitting alone in the backseat of the limo. He sits there still in his UFC kit. He stares out the window as the limo makes its journey to the airport, knowing that he has to make his way to Seattle for Clash on Monday, but still has to keep up with appearances in various circles to stay relevant anywhere. The more exposure, the more money, the more money, the more power. If not power then what else is there? Doc breaks the silence and begins to speak.
"Well another week has come and gone and I'm no closer to what I truly want. I took Odin to the absolute limit and came up short. Just like Downfall. Every time, just an absolute war that has me falling short of victory against a true titan of the sport. Yet, they still disrespect me and say that I'm not deserving of a place at the table. That's complete fucking bullshit and they know it! Despite their twisting of words, they know that each time they've stepped into the ring with me, they've had that thought of 'shit, I might lose this match', but somehow find a way to beat me. It's not truly them that beats me though, the only one that beats me is me. I am the one who somehow manages to fuck it up in the end. Is it me, it the people I choose to be around, is it the fact that maybe I've tried to fast track myself to the World Title? Because I'm not quite sure myself. My wins and losses recently would say that I'm not QUITE ready for the big dogs yet, but If you actually watch the matches, you see that I'm taking everyone to the limit and giving them everything they can take. You would see that I'm not just here to take place, I'm here to take over!"
Doc takes a look at his phone, 3 missed calls from Jessie, 2 text messages from Jessie. He puts the phone back in his pocket and continues to talk.
"Then we have Niobe Martin. Who I face off against for the umpteenth time. Someone that I'm all too familiar with, someone who could probably write a book about me. I mean it would be a best selling book, probably make her some money instead of taking her monthly ass beating at my expense. But, I digress. Because what can I really say about you anymore Niobe, that I haven't said the last 8 times we've fought. I've called you a nobody each time we've fought and guess what. NOTHING has changed. You're still nobody. Your place within Action Wrestling has not changed, you know and I know, you can't beat me, I'm your kryptonite. You look at the card and take a big deep breath and exhale in misery knowing that you're about to be embarrassed by Action Wrestling's next rising star. You look at the card and anxiety starts to creep in, memory after memory of me standing over your body with my hand raised, floods into your mind. Your body starts to feel what it felt like to be pummeled and discarded after like you were the trash that just got taken out. We are not destined to be a rival, because a rivalry would entail a back and forth battle, but this is just another soft lob given to me by the matchmakers in Action Wrestling. So come at me with your 'this time it'll be different, this time baby, I'll be bulletproof' mantra, or whatever the fuck you call it, but it's not going to work. Someone has to feel the wrath of the bullshit that I've been through lately and you just happen to be the one that gets to take that punishment. It's too bad, because maybe in another life you could've really made something out of this whole wrestling thing, but right now you're just that stalled car on the railroad tracks, not able to move, and about to get obliterated by the bullet train that is my career. But hey on the bright side you're not a blip in my career, you're more like a smudge. Monday I plan on making you look like an absolute amateur in my ring and get myself back in the win column. I don't play nice and not with those who continually stand in my way, I am coming for everything that is owed to me and you're just the sorry victim that is going to be in the way...THIS IS WAR!"
FADE TO BLACK
"So what's MMA like compared to wrestling?" Jens asks curiously.
"Well which wrestling? Because it is basically what the ground game in UFC is all about" Doc explains.
"No like pro wrestling" Jens elaborates.
"Well I mean there are certain moves you might see in pro-wrestling that work, like a Superman punch or an arm bar, but you're not gonna see anyone coming off the top of the cage in MMA." Doc mentions Jens. "Plus you don't have to worry about weapons or anything being brought into the cage, or used when the ref isn't looking"
"What exactly are we here for?" Jens asks inquisitively.
"Just see a couple of old friends and hangout," as Doc says that he passes by Tabitha Ricci who is walking down the hall with her trainers, dejected by her loss earlier that night. "Hey, girl. Keep your head up, you've got plenty of fights left in you."
She looks up at Doc and gives him a hug. "Thank you," she goes back to walking down the hall and Doc shakes hands and daps it up with her trainers as they walk by.
"Who was that?" Jens asks
"Baby Shark" Doc says like Jens should know.
"That's her name?" Jens asks like it's silly.
"No, that's her nickname, but her real name is Tabitha."
"She's hot as fuck" Jens says blatantly.
"And out of your league" Doc says quickly shutting Jens hopes of anything out of the way.
"No one is out of my league man" Jens says confidently
"She knows more ways to hurt you than you can imagine and I'm not just talking emotionally" Doc says jokingly to Jens.
"I don't know what these emotions are" Jens says, rolling his eyes.
As they continue walking, Doc's phone begins to ring. He pulls it out and the ID says 'TFK', Doc hits the ignore call button and goes to put the phone in his pocket, but as soon as it is in there it starts ringing again. Doc silences it again and puts it back in his pocket. A 'ding' for a message goes off. Doc pulls out his phone and turns off the ringer to his phone.
"Who was that?" Jens asks.
"Nothing important" Doc says trying to distract Jens
"Are you sure, because it seems like they're really trying to get a hold of you" Jens points out.
"It'll be fine." Doc says, trying to dismiss it.
Doc walks up to a door that reads "Jiří Procházka" and knocks on the door after. A few moments go by and a man comes to the door and ushers Doc and Jens in. As you get into the locker room you see trainers and a few different just hanging out in the room as the man who will be fighting for the Light Heavyweight, none other than Jiří Procházka . He is working mitts with one of his trainers when he sees Doc and stops for a second to shake Doc's hand and do a bro hug.
"Doc how are you doing broth-ar?" Jiří says in a thick Czechoslovakian accent.
"Doing good. Man, I haven't seen you since those few fights that we were on for Rizin." Doc says reminding Jiří.
"Ahhhh yes, we had a great time afterwards as well." Jiří says
"Those saki bombs were too much," Doc says, reminiscing about the events.
"I haven't had any of that stuff in quite a while, because of that," Jiří says, rubbing his stomach.
"Could've been all the sushi we ate too" Doc says jokingly.
"How are things?" Jiří asks
"Good, I'm doing professional wrestling now," Doc mentions
"Ahhh I love that stuff. I can remember going to those when I was in Japan" Jiří says with some excitement. "Such warriors, now you are one of them?"
"Something like that," Doc says, laughing at Jiří's comment.
Just then Dana White comes into the locker room and interrupts Jiří and Doc's reunion.
"Hey there's two guys you love to see together!" Dana says, greeting the two men.
"Hey Dana, what's up my man?" Doc says, shaking Dana's hand.
"Just checking in on some people, making the rounds" Dana says, patting Doc on the shoulders. "Son of a bitch you're getting big, you're filling out nicely. Sure you don't want to make a comeback?"
Doc chuckles at the mention of a return, "Nah I'll leave MMA to boy Jiří over here."
"Well if you ever consider it, we're always here." Dana says.
"Copy that." Doc replies.
"Anyways If you want I can show you to your seats." Dana says to Doc and Jens
"That'd be great," Doc says to Dana. Doc looks over at Jiří "Kick some ass tonight man" The two bump fists as Doc and Jens follow Dana out the door and back into the backstage area again. As they walk they walk they make conversation.
"You're DLC is doing great in UFC 5 so far" Dana mentions as they walk
"Yeah I've been seeing the residuals in my account" Doc says jokingly
"I mean they're not Ali or Mike Tyson numbers, but you're right in there under Bruce." Dana says using his hands to show Doc's rank amongst those fighters.
"I mean it's hard to beat some true legends of combat, but hey maybe someday," Doc says, shrugging his shoulders.
"Maybe, but you'll have to be the GOAT of wrestling, and I think that moniker was taken by a bleach blond dude with 24 inch pythons and said 'brother' a lot." Dana says joking around alluding about who he was actually talking about.
Doc takes a look at his phone to see he has 8 missed calls and 10 text messages. He put the phone back in his pocket and continued talking to Dana. "Where did you have us sitting? Press box?"
"A VIP like yourself? We got you cage side next to Trump, Dana says laughing.
"Oh shit, you got me next to 45?" Doc says shockingly.
"Damn!" Jens interjects, to gently remind you he's still there.
"Yeah, he actually wanted to sit next to you. Big wrestling fan from what they say" Dana says as they continue to the walkout area. The crowd is loud as hell. "Sorry, but you probably won't be able to hear me, but I'll lead you to your seats.
Doc nods as they follow Dana into the arena as the screen fades to black.
The scene opens back up inside a limo as there is just Doc Holiday sitting alone in the backseat of the limo. He sits there still in his UFC kit. He stares out the window as the limo makes its journey to the airport, knowing that he has to make his way to Seattle for Clash on Monday, but still has to keep up with appearances in various circles to stay relevant anywhere. The more exposure, the more money, the more money, the more power. If not power then what else is there? Doc breaks the silence and begins to speak.
"Well another week has come and gone and I'm no closer to what I truly want. I took Odin to the absolute limit and came up short. Just like Downfall. Every time, just an absolute war that has me falling short of victory against a true titan of the sport. Yet, they still disrespect me and say that I'm not deserving of a place at the table. That's complete fucking bullshit and they know it! Despite their twisting of words, they know that each time they've stepped into the ring with me, they've had that thought of 'shit, I might lose this match', but somehow find a way to beat me. It's not truly them that beats me though, the only one that beats me is me. I am the one who somehow manages to fuck it up in the end. Is it me, it the people I choose to be around, is it the fact that maybe I've tried to fast track myself to the World Title? Because I'm not quite sure myself. My wins and losses recently would say that I'm not QUITE ready for the big dogs yet, but If you actually watch the matches, you see that I'm taking everyone to the limit and giving them everything they can take. You would see that I'm not just here to take place, I'm here to take over!"
Doc takes a look at his phone, 3 missed calls from Jessie, 2 text messages from Jessie. He puts the phone back in his pocket and continues to talk.
"Then we have Niobe Martin. Who I face off against for the umpteenth time. Someone that I'm all too familiar with, someone who could probably write a book about me. I mean it would be a best selling book, probably make her some money instead of taking her monthly ass beating at my expense. But, I digress. Because what can I really say about you anymore Niobe, that I haven't said the last 8 times we've fought. I've called you a nobody each time we've fought and guess what. NOTHING has changed. You're still nobody. Your place within Action Wrestling has not changed, you know and I know, you can't beat me, I'm your kryptonite. You look at the card and take a big deep breath and exhale in misery knowing that you're about to be embarrassed by Action Wrestling's next rising star. You look at the card and anxiety starts to creep in, memory after memory of me standing over your body with my hand raised, floods into your mind. Your body starts to feel what it felt like to be pummeled and discarded after like you were the trash that just got taken out. We are not destined to be a rival, because a rivalry would entail a back and forth battle, but this is just another soft lob given to me by the matchmakers in Action Wrestling. So come at me with your 'this time it'll be different, this time baby, I'll be bulletproof' mantra, or whatever the fuck you call it, but it's not going to work. Someone has to feel the wrath of the bullshit that I've been through lately and you just happen to be the one that gets to take that punishment. It's too bad, because maybe in another life you could've really made something out of this whole wrestling thing, but right now you're just that stalled car on the railroad tracks, not able to move, and about to get obliterated by the bullet train that is my career. But hey on the bright side you're not a blip in my career, you're more like a smudge. Monday I plan on making you look like an absolute amateur in my ring and get myself back in the win column. I don't play nice and not with those who continually stand in my way, I am coming for everything that is owed to me and you're just the sorry victim that is going to be in the way...THIS IS WAR!"
FADE TO BLACK