Post by Doc Holiday on Nov 26, 2023 20:54:56 GMT -5
The scene opens up inside the business office of Doc Holiday. He sits behind his big solid oak desk, wearing a tailor fit gray Dior suit. He looks at something on one of his 3 computer screens. He clicks the mouse then types on the keyboard, most likely responding to an email or something of that nature. He grabs for his glass of bourbon and takes a sip, before placing it back down on its coaster. He is interrupted by a ringing on his desk phone, he hits the speaker phone to answer it.
Doc: Yes, Ferrari?
Ferrari: Jens is here, should I send him in?
Doc rolls his eyes, but nonetheless is always entertained by his friend, any time they are around each other. "Yes, send his dumbass in.
"I'll see you later tonight, Sugar Tits," Jens says to Ferrari as he walks through the door and into Doc's office. "Hey man what the fuck is going on?"
"Just getting ready to purchase tickets to the Iowa versus Iowa State meet this Sunday. You wanna go?" Doc asks him
"Nah, not really into sweaty men in spandex rolling around with each other." Jens says with a disgusted look on his face. "Kinda gross"
Doc looks at Jens as if it was the dumbest thing he had ever heard. "You do know that wrestling is like the oldest sport in the history of the world! Greeks had it in the first olympics."
"First of all running is the oldest sport, our ancestors had to run from predators, and I have to run from paternity tests" Jens goes to dap Doc, but it is ignored so he puts his hand back down. "Second of all the Greeks used to have sex with each other before they went into battle. Like dude on dude sex, that's gross. That's not bonding that's just weird"
"You have to watch what you say man, you're going to get canceled like real quick saying some shit like that." Doc reminds Jens about today's society. "You gotta watch how you say things. Just because it's not your preferred gender doesn't mean you can say that."
"Hold off on the lecture broseph" Jens says "Anyways yeah count me out. Unless we're going to some strip clubs afterwards" Jens says with a raised eyebrow
"Well if this was in Iowa City, I would say no, but it's in Ames so there are a couple around there." Doc mentions, "Can't say that I was ever at any of them" Doc says with a sly smile.
"You son of a bitch, you probably still know some of the girls that work there!" Jens says excitedly
"God I hope they're still not working there, they'd be in their 30's. Ain't no one in their 30's working there while going to college" Doc says laughing
"I do have a thing for MILF's" Jens says, finally taking a seat in a leather chair in front of Doc. "You know they put out"
"You can't make that assumption bro, it's frowned upon." Doc says, "Do we need to go through the Sexual Harassment seminar again?"
"Maybe, I do need a good snooze, I hadn't slept that well since I had a threesome with three strippers in Fort Lauderdale." Jens mentions. "Lotus, Porsche, and a thick girl named Mack" Jens spaces off, mostly likely recalling the details of the night.
"You gotta watch yourself nowadays, get you or me canceled and we'll both be out on the streets" Doc informs Jens
"I'm good, even if they do cancel me. I got what they call 'Fuck you money', like Joe Rogan" Jens explains.
"How do you make your money?" Doc asks.
"PLEASE!" Jens says playing it off.
Moving on, Doc changes the subject, "How was Thanksgiving, did you see your family?"
"Yeah, we flew out to The Keys and had fresh seafood. Once mom drank herself into a coma, me and pa hit up the strip clubs to see all the local talent." Jens says detailing the events.
"Something's never change. What about your sister? Did she make it?" Doc asks.
"Nah she's still being detained in Russia like Brittany Griner, but with sex toys" Jens says matter of factly.
"Aren't you going to try and get her released?" Doc asks with some interest.
"There's not much our government can really do, you can't exactly trade a war criminal for a woman who tried to smuggle a 10 inch dildo through customs" Jens says without a care.
"Why is that a crime? Sounds like she's trying to have a good time." Doc says jokingly
"Well it's a weapon, I guess. The Russian government must all have small weiners." Jens says with a shoulder shrug.
"So she's just stuck there until they let her go?" Doc continues to ask Jens.
"I guess. Anyways," Jens says to change the subject. "How was your Thanksgiving?"
"It was pretty quiet. Not much to talk about'' Doc says to get Jens to change the subject.
"You didn't go home or fly anybody out?" Jens asks. "I mean I've known you for quite a few years and you never talk about your family at all."
"There's no one to fly out," Doc says, taking a drink from his bourbon.
"Not your mom, not your dad, not any siblings?" Jens continues to ask questions.
"Listen man, I just stayed in the office and ordered some shit from Sushi place up the street." Doc says
"Are you going to see them for Christmas or anything?" Jens asks
"I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT!" Doc yells.
"Holy shit man, I was just asking" Jens says somewhat taken back by his friend's explosion.
"You kept asking and I clearly showed I didn't want to talk about it." Doc explains.
"Dude, have you been seeing Dr. Eli?" Jens asks his friend. "You need to let some of this pent up anger out"
"I have, but that's not the point I'm trying to make here." Doc says., "You kept badgering me about something I didn't want to talk about"
"Well maybe if you keep talking to Dr. Eli you'll be able to stop being such a hard ass and learn to actually talk to someone about how you're feeling." Jens says to calm his friend.
"It's just something I'd rather not talk about." Doc takes a pause for a second and looks at Jens, a person that has been with him for a long time. He knows that he shouldn't have snapped at him like that. "The truth is I'm not ready to talk about it."
Jens sits there for a second "Hey, it's all good man, I know that took a lot for you to even say." Jens tries to turn the mood around. "Yeah, count me in for the dual. I think I'll see if I can't throw together a suitcase or something."
Appreciating the gesture, Doc downs the rest of the bourbon in his glass and sits it down. "Home boy, you don't have time to go home. We got the jet waiting for us at the airport. You can buy some shit when you touch down in Iowa."
"A touchdown in Iowa, someone tell Brian Ferentz!" Jens says, slapping the desk.
Both the men get a laugh about Iowa Football's lack of offensive scoring.
Doc pushes the button on his desk phone to page his secretary, also a part time stripper. "Ferrari, have the limo outside in ten minutes."
"Alright Mr. Holiday" She responds back.
FADE TO BLACK
The scene opens up in the streets of what appears to be a tourist attraction. People are walking by and snapping pictures of the sidewalk. Upon further inspection a street sign says "Hollywood Boulevard", the clues start to piece together. We are no doubt on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. As the camera pans around we find an all too familiar face. Doc Holiday stands aside from the crowd who gather round trying to find the stars that they know. He is dressed in his normal dapper attire of an Emporio Armani Tailored Single-Breasted Suit and aviator glasses. He takes a moment to look at the people who are relishing the moment to see their favorite athlete, actor/actress, producer, or influencer's star that has been permanently placed on the boulevard that stretches everywhere to fit across the landscape. Doc's face doesn't have a look of being star struck or even mad, it's just the way it normally is, stoic, unshakeable, and in the words of a friend of his friend Rollz "unfukwithable", intentional 'c' missing. He looks at the camera and begins to speak.
"The Walk of Fame, a star studded attraction with all of the industries biggest and best stars right? Of course you have all the big names like James Brown, Ice-T, Muhammad Ali, and Betty White. You know true stars of Hollywood, the ones that put sport and industry on their back. Then you have people like Jeff Dunham, “Weird” Al Yankovic, Dr. Phil, and Dear Abby. Yes, A puppeteer, a parody singer, a terrible talk show host, and columnist who gives whiny people answers to mundane questions. Gee 'Lonely in Brooklyn', maybe you should stop eye fucking your husband's best friend and throw your husband a piece every few days, then maybe he'll pay attention to you. I guess it never took much to be part of "The Hollywood Elite'', am I right? You look at the body of work and say 'That's a star!', that may be why no one takes this seriously. You can't mix titans of industry with ordinary mortals, but yet here it is. Just like my buddy TFK, just an ordinary man who's star status is tied to his dad's fame. A man who piggybacked off of fame and parlayed it into a United States Championship reign that he won't shut up about. That's why he can never be on my level, my level can only be attained by blood, sweat, tears, and grit forged by failures and shortcomings that were turned into lessons. Those lessons taught me that I can correct my mistakes and come back better than before. Those who have never had to earn something don't understand what it takes to fight until they have nothing left. You might look at me and see money, cars, and success, but that's ALL I have, I have no one to give it to, my accomplishments in any athletic endeavor are all that I have. I don't want to retire a nobody who almost made it and they quickly forget. I would rather burn out than fade away.``
Doc leisurely begins walking as a bunch of people that were taking pictures get in a conversion van that has been turned into a convertible.
"When I first challenged you to this steel cage match Thad, I thought about how great this would be for my legacy, but the more I thought of it, the more my attitude shifted away from creating my own legacy in this match. My mind instead went into a place that said, why create your legacy when you can DESTROY his! You've become delusional Thad, you think that you're still relevant to the world of wrestling, but let's face it, you've been more of a jester in your time here. A man who could only have the runner-up title, clinging to a legacy of being the first United States Champ, but that's about it. You are no longer the longest reigning champ, that title now lies in the hands of the immortal Jill Park. You don't have the most reigns as champion, that belongs to Dandy DiVito You HAD talent, but it only for a millisecond. When the going got tough you left quietly and got your roses that you thought you deserved. A Hall of Fame induction that you could put on your resume and gloat to all your little friends. I've worked my way from the bottom here. I started here with CruiserClash and decided shortly that I wasn't going to sit there and watch the tomfoolery that was going on. Shortly after my jump to Clash I was able to acquire my first championship, defended it like a true champ, eventually moving from it, because of my own foolish mistakes. Then onto the TV title where I defended the title and ended that reign, because of distractions that should have been taken care of. My career by comparison is much more credible than yours Thaddeus. My rise is something that is what makes an ICON in this sport. Am I there yet? Not yet. Will I be there after I beat you? Probably not, but it's written in the stars already. I am the future, I am here to take over. You are the past, you already took part, and never made anything of yourself. I will climb over that cage and I will touch the ground before you, but not before I put you through hell first!"
Doc comes across a star on the sidewalk that reads 'William Bendix", he just mutters to himself 'Who in the fuck is William Bendix?'. A star from the early days of film that no one remembers. A star which no one will remember or know if they were to walk the boulevard.
"Let's talk about my time in your so-called stable. I know I was never who you wanted to be the poster boy for this group. We both know that James Stall was your first pick in this group you were assembling. I was fine with that, because I knew eventually I would outperform him in every facet. When he proved he couldn't hang in AW, you were left with me and Jessie. One veteran stuck in a middling career and me, the rookie with every potential in the world, but raw and unpolished with the way that AW worked. You didn't need to try to mold me at all, I was like a gun, you just needed to point me at someone and pull the trigger so to speak. You got the party started and you had some great ideas to begin with, but it was never about me or Jessie, it was about how we made you look with our actions. We were the ponies in the show and you were just the trainer pointing us where to go and the hurdles to jump through. If we were good, you looked good, when I won the TV title, you looked amazing. However, when I lost to Downfall for the Hardcore title, it was a travesty, you couldn't even look me in the eye. When I was abducted by the sadistic son of a bitch, who was there to stop him? NOT YOU, NOT JESSIE, NO ONE! Then when I was able to free myself it was me who had to save her from Downfall. When we lost to Downfall and Gravedigger, you ignored my calls, my texts, and gave me one word answers when I saw you. When I lost to Downfall for a third straight time at Spookyfest, you left before I was even dressed. When Sitcom came out to distract me during my TV title loss, you told me 'pick it up', I was the one holding us back. You ignored the fact that Jessie could not beat Sitcom to regain her US Title. You ignored the fact that I fought every one of my battles ON MY OWN without help from either of you. You left me out to dry, time after fucking time and if you didn't see this coming, you're truly dumber than I originally thought. I was at least smart enough to see I didn't need you and that YOU ARE A TERRIBLE LEADER!"
Doc walks down the street a little further and sits down on a bench in front of more names. One that jumps out is "KC and The Sunshine Band.
"You need me more than I ever needed you Thad, and the sad thing is, you can't pull anything off with Jessie by herself. You had to interfere in our match for her to win, then you both tried to maim me, but couldn't. I stood there battered, bruised, and bleeding, leaning against the ropes to call out the bitch that thought they could break me. I WILL NOT BE BROKEN BY A BITCH! That's why you can't beat me. Thad, I don't break or bend a knee to anyone, but you on the other hand will kneel at the chance to be in the spotlight again. You know how it goes, you've been in the adult business long enough. Promise the spotlight and never call them back again or use them for a little bit and give them back to the streets. I mean surely that's not what AW did to you was it? They gave you a little spotlight and then put you on the shelf, then just to make you feel better slapped the Hall of Fame tag on you? Surely nothing like that happens, right? Never a possibility that 2 blondes didn't go into Tort's office and 'persuade' him to give you a nod while he was given a nod. Now that's completely a rumor and 100% hearsay, well I mean probably 65% hearsay, or mostly what the locker room has told me in the past. Neither here nor there I guess, I will earn my spot there. At Turmoil you will find out that you cannot kill what you did not create! So keep your bitch in the back, or bring her, because like Linkin Park says 'in the end, it doesn't really matter'. You step into my cage and you find out what I've told numerous others. I don't fuck around with this wrestling shit, I come prepared, because...THIS IS WAR!!!
FADE TO BLACK
Doc: Yes, Ferrari?
Ferrari: Jens is here, should I send him in?
Doc rolls his eyes, but nonetheless is always entertained by his friend, any time they are around each other. "Yes, send his dumbass in.
"I'll see you later tonight, Sugar Tits," Jens says to Ferrari as he walks through the door and into Doc's office. "Hey man what the fuck is going on?"
"Just getting ready to purchase tickets to the Iowa versus Iowa State meet this Sunday. You wanna go?" Doc asks him
"Nah, not really into sweaty men in spandex rolling around with each other." Jens says with a disgusted look on his face. "Kinda gross"
Doc looks at Jens as if it was the dumbest thing he had ever heard. "You do know that wrestling is like the oldest sport in the history of the world! Greeks had it in the first olympics."
"First of all running is the oldest sport, our ancestors had to run from predators, and I have to run from paternity tests" Jens goes to dap Doc, but it is ignored so he puts his hand back down. "Second of all the Greeks used to have sex with each other before they went into battle. Like dude on dude sex, that's gross. That's not bonding that's just weird"
"You have to watch what you say man, you're going to get canceled like real quick saying some shit like that." Doc reminds Jens about today's society. "You gotta watch how you say things. Just because it's not your preferred gender doesn't mean you can say that."
"Hold off on the lecture broseph" Jens says "Anyways yeah count me out. Unless we're going to some strip clubs afterwards" Jens says with a raised eyebrow
"Well if this was in Iowa City, I would say no, but it's in Ames so there are a couple around there." Doc mentions, "Can't say that I was ever at any of them" Doc says with a sly smile.
"You son of a bitch, you probably still know some of the girls that work there!" Jens says excitedly
"God I hope they're still not working there, they'd be in their 30's. Ain't no one in their 30's working there while going to college" Doc says laughing
"I do have a thing for MILF's" Jens says, finally taking a seat in a leather chair in front of Doc. "You know they put out"
"You can't make that assumption bro, it's frowned upon." Doc says, "Do we need to go through the Sexual Harassment seminar again?"
"Maybe, I do need a good snooze, I hadn't slept that well since I had a threesome with three strippers in Fort Lauderdale." Jens mentions. "Lotus, Porsche, and a thick girl named Mack" Jens spaces off, mostly likely recalling the details of the night.
"You gotta watch yourself nowadays, get you or me canceled and we'll both be out on the streets" Doc informs Jens
"I'm good, even if they do cancel me. I got what they call 'Fuck you money', like Joe Rogan" Jens explains.
"How do you make your money?" Doc asks.
"PLEASE!" Jens says playing it off.
Moving on, Doc changes the subject, "How was Thanksgiving, did you see your family?"
"Yeah, we flew out to The Keys and had fresh seafood. Once mom drank herself into a coma, me and pa hit up the strip clubs to see all the local talent." Jens says detailing the events.
"Something's never change. What about your sister? Did she make it?" Doc asks.
"Nah she's still being detained in Russia like Brittany Griner, but with sex toys" Jens says matter of factly.
"Aren't you going to try and get her released?" Doc asks with some interest.
"There's not much our government can really do, you can't exactly trade a war criminal for a woman who tried to smuggle a 10 inch dildo through customs" Jens says without a care.
"Why is that a crime? Sounds like she's trying to have a good time." Doc says jokingly
"Well it's a weapon, I guess. The Russian government must all have small weiners." Jens says with a shoulder shrug.
"So she's just stuck there until they let her go?" Doc continues to ask Jens.
"I guess. Anyways," Jens says to change the subject. "How was your Thanksgiving?"
"It was pretty quiet. Not much to talk about'' Doc says to get Jens to change the subject.
"You didn't go home or fly anybody out?" Jens asks. "I mean I've known you for quite a few years and you never talk about your family at all."
"There's no one to fly out," Doc says, taking a drink from his bourbon.
"Not your mom, not your dad, not any siblings?" Jens continues to ask questions.
"Listen man, I just stayed in the office and ordered some shit from Sushi place up the street." Doc says
"Are you going to see them for Christmas or anything?" Jens asks
"I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT!" Doc yells.
"Holy shit man, I was just asking" Jens says somewhat taken back by his friend's explosion.
"You kept asking and I clearly showed I didn't want to talk about it." Doc explains.
"Dude, have you been seeing Dr. Eli?" Jens asks his friend. "You need to let some of this pent up anger out"
"I have, but that's not the point I'm trying to make here." Doc says., "You kept badgering me about something I didn't want to talk about"
"Well maybe if you keep talking to Dr. Eli you'll be able to stop being such a hard ass and learn to actually talk to someone about how you're feeling." Jens says to calm his friend.
"It's just something I'd rather not talk about." Doc takes a pause for a second and looks at Jens, a person that has been with him for a long time. He knows that he shouldn't have snapped at him like that. "The truth is I'm not ready to talk about it."
Jens sits there for a second "Hey, it's all good man, I know that took a lot for you to even say." Jens tries to turn the mood around. "Yeah, count me in for the dual. I think I'll see if I can't throw together a suitcase or something."
Appreciating the gesture, Doc downs the rest of the bourbon in his glass and sits it down. "Home boy, you don't have time to go home. We got the jet waiting for us at the airport. You can buy some shit when you touch down in Iowa."
"A touchdown in Iowa, someone tell Brian Ferentz!" Jens says, slapping the desk.
Both the men get a laugh about Iowa Football's lack of offensive scoring.
Doc pushes the button on his desk phone to page his secretary, also a part time stripper. "Ferrari, have the limo outside in ten minutes."
"Alright Mr. Holiday" She responds back.
FADE TO BLACK
The scene opens up in the streets of what appears to be a tourist attraction. People are walking by and snapping pictures of the sidewalk. Upon further inspection a street sign says "Hollywood Boulevard", the clues start to piece together. We are no doubt on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. As the camera pans around we find an all too familiar face. Doc Holiday stands aside from the crowd who gather round trying to find the stars that they know. He is dressed in his normal dapper attire of an Emporio Armani Tailored Single-Breasted Suit and aviator glasses. He takes a moment to look at the people who are relishing the moment to see their favorite athlete, actor/actress, producer, or influencer's star that has been permanently placed on the boulevard that stretches everywhere to fit across the landscape. Doc's face doesn't have a look of being star struck or even mad, it's just the way it normally is, stoic, unshakeable, and in the words of a friend of his friend Rollz "unfukwithable", intentional 'c' missing. He looks at the camera and begins to speak.
"The Walk of Fame, a star studded attraction with all of the industries biggest and best stars right? Of course you have all the big names like James Brown, Ice-T, Muhammad Ali, and Betty White. You know true stars of Hollywood, the ones that put sport and industry on their back. Then you have people like Jeff Dunham, “Weird” Al Yankovic, Dr. Phil, and Dear Abby. Yes, A puppeteer, a parody singer, a terrible talk show host, and columnist who gives whiny people answers to mundane questions. Gee 'Lonely in Brooklyn', maybe you should stop eye fucking your husband's best friend and throw your husband a piece every few days, then maybe he'll pay attention to you. I guess it never took much to be part of "The Hollywood Elite'', am I right? You look at the body of work and say 'That's a star!', that may be why no one takes this seriously. You can't mix titans of industry with ordinary mortals, but yet here it is. Just like my buddy TFK, just an ordinary man who's star status is tied to his dad's fame. A man who piggybacked off of fame and parlayed it into a United States Championship reign that he won't shut up about. That's why he can never be on my level, my level can only be attained by blood, sweat, tears, and grit forged by failures and shortcomings that were turned into lessons. Those lessons taught me that I can correct my mistakes and come back better than before. Those who have never had to earn something don't understand what it takes to fight until they have nothing left. You might look at me and see money, cars, and success, but that's ALL I have, I have no one to give it to, my accomplishments in any athletic endeavor are all that I have. I don't want to retire a nobody who almost made it and they quickly forget. I would rather burn out than fade away.``
Doc leisurely begins walking as a bunch of people that were taking pictures get in a conversion van that has been turned into a convertible.
"When I first challenged you to this steel cage match Thad, I thought about how great this would be for my legacy, but the more I thought of it, the more my attitude shifted away from creating my own legacy in this match. My mind instead went into a place that said, why create your legacy when you can DESTROY his! You've become delusional Thad, you think that you're still relevant to the world of wrestling, but let's face it, you've been more of a jester in your time here. A man who could only have the runner-up title, clinging to a legacy of being the first United States Champ, but that's about it. You are no longer the longest reigning champ, that title now lies in the hands of the immortal Jill Park. You don't have the most reigns as champion, that belongs to Dandy DiVito You HAD talent, but it only for a millisecond. When the going got tough you left quietly and got your roses that you thought you deserved. A Hall of Fame induction that you could put on your resume and gloat to all your little friends. I've worked my way from the bottom here. I started here with CruiserClash and decided shortly that I wasn't going to sit there and watch the tomfoolery that was going on. Shortly after my jump to Clash I was able to acquire my first championship, defended it like a true champ, eventually moving from it, because of my own foolish mistakes. Then onto the TV title where I defended the title and ended that reign, because of distractions that should have been taken care of. My career by comparison is much more credible than yours Thaddeus. My rise is something that is what makes an ICON in this sport. Am I there yet? Not yet. Will I be there after I beat you? Probably not, but it's written in the stars already. I am the future, I am here to take over. You are the past, you already took part, and never made anything of yourself. I will climb over that cage and I will touch the ground before you, but not before I put you through hell first!"
Doc comes across a star on the sidewalk that reads 'William Bendix", he just mutters to himself 'Who in the fuck is William Bendix?'. A star from the early days of film that no one remembers. A star which no one will remember or know if they were to walk the boulevard.
"Let's talk about my time in your so-called stable. I know I was never who you wanted to be the poster boy for this group. We both know that James Stall was your first pick in this group you were assembling. I was fine with that, because I knew eventually I would outperform him in every facet. When he proved he couldn't hang in AW, you were left with me and Jessie. One veteran stuck in a middling career and me, the rookie with every potential in the world, but raw and unpolished with the way that AW worked. You didn't need to try to mold me at all, I was like a gun, you just needed to point me at someone and pull the trigger so to speak. You got the party started and you had some great ideas to begin with, but it was never about me or Jessie, it was about how we made you look with our actions. We were the ponies in the show and you were just the trainer pointing us where to go and the hurdles to jump through. If we were good, you looked good, when I won the TV title, you looked amazing. However, when I lost to Downfall for the Hardcore title, it was a travesty, you couldn't even look me in the eye. When I was abducted by the sadistic son of a bitch, who was there to stop him? NOT YOU, NOT JESSIE, NO ONE! Then when I was able to free myself it was me who had to save her from Downfall. When we lost to Downfall and Gravedigger, you ignored my calls, my texts, and gave me one word answers when I saw you. When I lost to Downfall for a third straight time at Spookyfest, you left before I was even dressed. When Sitcom came out to distract me during my TV title loss, you told me 'pick it up', I was the one holding us back. You ignored the fact that Jessie could not beat Sitcom to regain her US Title. You ignored the fact that I fought every one of my battles ON MY OWN without help from either of you. You left me out to dry, time after fucking time and if you didn't see this coming, you're truly dumber than I originally thought. I was at least smart enough to see I didn't need you and that YOU ARE A TERRIBLE LEADER!"
Doc walks down the street a little further and sits down on a bench in front of more names. One that jumps out is "KC and The Sunshine Band.
"You need me more than I ever needed you Thad, and the sad thing is, you can't pull anything off with Jessie by herself. You had to interfere in our match for her to win, then you both tried to maim me, but couldn't. I stood there battered, bruised, and bleeding, leaning against the ropes to call out the bitch that thought they could break me. I WILL NOT BE BROKEN BY A BITCH! That's why you can't beat me. Thad, I don't break or bend a knee to anyone, but you on the other hand will kneel at the chance to be in the spotlight again. You know how it goes, you've been in the adult business long enough. Promise the spotlight and never call them back again or use them for a little bit and give them back to the streets. I mean surely that's not what AW did to you was it? They gave you a little spotlight and then put you on the shelf, then just to make you feel better slapped the Hall of Fame tag on you? Surely nothing like that happens, right? Never a possibility that 2 blondes didn't go into Tort's office and 'persuade' him to give you a nod while he was given a nod. Now that's completely a rumor and 100% hearsay, well I mean probably 65% hearsay, or mostly what the locker room has told me in the past. Neither here nor there I guess, I will earn my spot there. At Turmoil you will find out that you cannot kill what you did not create! So keep your bitch in the back, or bring her, because like Linkin Park says 'in the end, it doesn't really matter'. You step into my cage and you find out what I've told numerous others. I don't fuck around with this wrestling shit, I come prepared, because...THIS IS WAR!!!
FADE TO BLACK