Post by T.F.K. on Nov 27, 2023 11:18:30 GMT -5
The godlike camera flickers to life and sits front and center dressed in his Armani best, TFK with a Million Dollar Smile across his face. His elbows rest on his mahogany desk, propped below his chin.
“Hello, Action Wrestling, did you miss me? Don’t worry, I’ve been here this entire time, but like a GREAT DIRECTOR, I’ve allowed my stars to shine through, but let’s be honest, one of my stars hasn’t stayed the course like he should have.”
TFK tsks tsks the godlike camera.
“Doc Holiday, a man who I literally strapped a rocket to, to get him in the upper echelon of Action Wrestling and just as fast as he got there, he’s shit the bed worse than Amber Heard. I’ve been shaking my damn head for weeks now… I don’t know if it was his little squabble with Downfall that led to his… Downfall. But Doc lacks teeth. He has the ability to talk a mean game, but when it comes to the greats like Downfall, Oldin Balfor, Corey Black, Jill Park, Gerard Angelo, or even our current World Champion, Tatiana Jolie… Doc pales in comparison. He doesn’t measure up in this game and I’m DONE. I’m going to leave him on the cutting room floor and I’m going to give my attention to the true star of Tailor Made For Greatness and that is The Dommy Mommy, Jesse Lee. She’s a force that is going to solely return on my investment and it is about time I give her that true star treatment that she deserves.”
TFK loosens his tie a bit.
“But before I give her ALLLLL of my attention, there’s a mistake that I need to rectify… Doc Holiday, let me ask you a question. Do you remember that night you and I came together to plan out this Tailor Made For Greatness partnership? If you don’t, let me paint THEE detailed picture for you… Spoiler Alert wrapped shooting and I was hanging on my Casting Couch afterward, with a mattress starlet looking to get a head in the industry, when you and that assclown Jens interrupted my BTS shoot. Now, I saw that desperate look in your eyes, sadly more desperate than that mattress starlet, if I’m being honest here. I let the doe go and I grumbled, but I gave you my ear that night. We spoke of James Freedom, Rest in Peace golden boy… And we talked about YOU wasting your time in the Cruiserweight division. With all that though, I saw a kid who was cocky, headstrong, determined, and knew what it meant to stand on his accomplishments of his past. Hell, you’ve proven since that point that even an L didn’t mean shit to you. I haven’t seen that kind of delusion since my old friend Shadowlove… Rest in Peace Mr. Descriptive. But here you are standing defiantly more than ever now AFTER I put the work into you… What have you accomplished since I gave you my full attention, huh? You left the cruiserweight division behind and you found your feet on Clash. The TV title fell into your lap, which you successfully defended and held for 61 days… When you came to me, I told you that you’d achieve greatness under my tutelage and what happened, Doc? THE VERY DAY WE CAME TOGETHER, YOU WON THE TV TITLE! Coincidence? I think not. Hell, I even got you in the main event picture with Gerard Angelo, Corey Black, Oldin Balfore, Jonny Cedrone, The Sitcom, Dion, Serenity Holmes, The Dommy Mommy, and your favorite S&M companion DOWNFALL.”
TFK shrugs.
“I still don’t get your fascination with that man, but to each their own… What did you do with that opportunity though, Doc? You weren’t even in the race to the finish, that was down to Cedrone, Gerard, and your bestie Downfall, with Gerard going over… Where was Doc Holiday in that conversation? But there you were the red flag, that I shrugged off… Your delusions struck again as you went from being a contender with a TITLE around your waist, to a lady in waiting for Downfall to dick to DEATH. Where did that get you, Doc? You got locked into a story with a sadistic Downfall who KIDNAPPED YOU! You could’ve put your focus on your TV title and lifted it up so you could move on to the next best thing… Instead you hit your fucking head and you woke up thinking you’re superman or some shit. Here’s your kryptonite moment though, you chose to push MY HAND away and now you’re going to be standing inside of a STEEL CAGE with THEE FIRST US CHAMPION IN ACTION WRESTLING HISTORY! PERIOD NEVER TO BE TAKEN AWAY! I made Pauly Shore relevant eh-gain! I made Sam Kidsgrove have an edge and I brought The Hollywood Elite to Action Wrestling… The same way I brought Tailor Made For Greatness… You held the Television championship and as I said it wasn’t enough for you, Doc. Your insatiable appetite and your lack of feeling satisfied within the moment… That is what is leading to your true downfall here, not The Director of Action Wrestling. My father told me about cucks like you, but I told the world that you were going to be different. I backed you because you had a drive, but you thought you were Ron Jeremy when in reality you’re just a little white girl in a mandingo party! Your not destined for anything here, Doc, except for wiping your face off with a crusty over used towel and looking to the back of the fucking line where you’ve been more accustomed to than anything else in your life! I’m shocked you’re still not talking about your past victories in company’s that don’t mean shit to any of us or your school days wrestling career. I suppose I had some kind of effect on your career, but you’re not MAN enough to truly mention what I taught you, huh? You’re not going to mention how I told you that your time was coming and that you need to show your Television title more respect, because it could be a great stepping stone to get you to the next level… BUT NO, you had to demand some kind of special attention from the powers that be. You had to have it NOW and you got your ass handed to you soundly by Downfall.”
TFK smirks.
“You’re standing there right now though, probably with a stupid look on your face, saying but you and Lee said I was a fighter and a contender… Brains and logic were lost on you, Doc and not even Lee and I could make you understand the importance of strategy. You were eager like a young kid getting his hand on a tit for the first time. You hadn’t a fucking clue of how to get that tit again, so you rushed into shit with sweaty hands and a foggy head of desperation... Downfall capitalized on it every goddamn time because of it. You thought you stood a chance in the All In match, but you fell victim to what YOU thought was best… Lee is going to go on and she’s going to end Sitcom’s reign, because unlike you she listens and she has a GOD GIVEN GIFT… You were factory made and you’ve rubbed your believers wrong here, Doc. Under my wing you were born on third base and you just had to run it in, but you were a gimp horse that I couldn’t even force into water… But here’s your chance, huh? You have a chance to prove all of us wrong and show the entire fucking world that Doc Holiday isn’t just the name of a cowboy who only lasted 30 seconds at the O.K. Corral… But I suppose you have more in common with that ol’ cowboy than you’d like to admit.”
TFK pulls out a cigar from his desk, takes a second to chop the end off, before lighting it. He takes a drag and blows a few smoke rings out before returning his gaze to the godlike camera.
“Victories come and go, but this opportunity you have standing before you is going to cause you to shrink, Doc and the light is going to be too fucking hot for a cuck like you. Truth be told, you were never built for anything bigger than the Television title and that is why you chose to toss it away as fast as you did… But with that title aside, you’re standing across from ME. You’re better off with me lifting you up trying to show you a path that’ll lead you to the top, instead of me standing above you with my foot on the back of your fucking neck!”
TFK takes another drag from his cigar before placing it on a silver ashtray.
“You were meant to surpass my accomplishments, Doc. They say if you can’t do, then teach… Real talk here, man, I didn’t achieve the World title and it haunts me still to this day, but I am still a GODDAMNED HALL OF FAMER and the entire world has to put respect on MY NAME. You poke the damn bear here and you fucked up asking for this cage match with me… You were better off just using my name and my personal tailor. The moment you stretched further than your lot in life is the moment you sealed your fate! I’m not going to be a stepping stone for your floundering career, kid. I’m going to go in there and I’m going to shut you down and I’m going to return to living that Hall of Famer life. I’m going to continue to cheer on Jessie Lee and offer her my advice as she climbs over your limp dead corpse on her way to heights that NEITHER OF US COULD ATTAIN. She has more talent in kink filled pinky toe than you have in your entire goddamned body, mine included. Space is the limit for the TRUE star of Tailor Made For Greatness and space is ENDLESS, unlike your career trajectory.”
TFK stands up and the godlike camera follows him to a bar. He pulls out a glass bottle of bourbon and a glass. He drops a few ice balls into the glass and pours some bourbon over them. He swishes the bourbon around before returning to his desk. He sits down and takes a sip from his glass before placing it down in front of him.
“I give you credit here, Doc, you are pretty headstrong and you have IT in that squared circle. You have proven that you can destroy the talent who stands below you… But it’s the talent that you should dispose of without trying. It’s expected, Doc. BUT when you’re in the ring with talent greater than you, you fold like the bitch you are. You can’t outrun your true colors and when the going gets tough, you get the fuck out, while pointing fingers at others. That’s what brought us here, isn’t it? You couldn’t take direction and when the pressure started to come you threw up your hands and pointed at ME as the one who let YOU FALL DOWN… You missed what it meant to be Tailor Made For Greatness, which is sad that I wasted such expensive fabric on you. But the ONE thing you missed was being given the chance to look at the man in the mirror during those fittings. You get draped in the finest fabrics and you’re given the chance to see yourself as the man you COULD be, but no matter the garbs you’re still a bum who has Cristal aspirations delivering Boones Farm results. Sadly, I should’ve listened to Fin about you. He said you didn’t measure up to Jessie Lee, but I told him you had a fire that could be stoked…”
TFK takes a drink of his bourbon and then returns his look to the godlike camera.
“I’ve stabbed away at your smoldering remains and you’re still nothing but wasted ash begging for a spark that’ll never come… You see this match with me as your chance to prove everyone wrong about you being bigger than this game, but I promise you… Nah, I guarantee, you are just a talker who can’t deliver when the moment calls for it. This is bigger than you, Doc. I’m bigger than you. I’m a bonafide HALL OF FAMER who never won the World title and the part that should scare the living hell out of you, is that I’m OKAY with it. I know what kind of pioneer I was for Action Wrestling and I know how to navigate it with poise and presentation. You were just too stupid and full of yourself to know what the hell I was teaching you. You swore you could DO IT ALL with your own blueprint, declaring it was good enough even though it was drawn up with crayons and finger paints. You’re aiming to deliver on a higher level but you’re turning in mid results. You’re not built to reach higher than yourself, Doc and that’s the hard pill to swallow for me, just as much as for you. I took a chance on you by bringing you into Tailor Made For Greatness…”
TFK smirks.
“As I’m beating you from corner to post and I toss your big stupid face into that steel cage… I want you to remember that you asked for this. You are a backwater clout chaser and you still have shit to stand by through it all. This is your last chance at making a name for yourself and the sad thing is, you’re not smart enough to capitalize on this chance. You’re going to spend the entire time before the match to puff your chest out and stand by your ‘toughness’ and down play every god damn thing I’ve tried to teach you. The knowledge that you begged for on the back lot of Spoiler Alert… You’re desperate, Doc and sadly no matter what I throw at you, that is what will be your ultimate undoing. Your ineptness and your desperation will lead to you being declared the dependable choke artist of Action Wrestling. We’ve seen plenty wear that crown in our history books, but after I’m done with you in that steel cage, you’re going to be undisputed. Knowing you, you’ll add that to your accolades without putting a single thought to it… That’s the man you are, Doc.”
TFK takes another drink, finishing off the glass of bourbon and rattling the ice balls, placing the glass back onto the desk.
“Let’s be honest, that’s the man you will always be, no matter who tries to guide you. The moment you stepped into Action Wrestling you made up your mind what kind of wrestler you wanted to be in Action Wrestling. Be it floundering around Cruiserclash or playing Downfall’s personal fuck around buddy. You are who you are, Doc and there’s no changing that… When I’m through with you and I give Jessie Lee all of my focus, I want you to get your hands on a notebook and I want you truly put your all into seeing what a fucking star is and what makes her that without question. Jot everything down and bare witness to the Dommy Mommy putting people down and winning Gold on her way to the top… Doc Holiday isn’t a star and the sooner you realize that, the sooner you can begin to make a change by looking at the man in the mirror.”
TFK adjusts his tie.
“They say dress for success, but that notion was surely lost on you, Doc… At the end of the day, I can at least say I tried to assist you, but you were too set in your ways to let any of my teachings seep into your thick skull. You were too stupid to know what kind of gift I was giving you… TOO stupid to know that you were indeed on your way to the top… TOO STUPID to know that you had a chance to go all the way, but the moment you started to think with that same ill self advised mind, you threw everything away. You gave up chances that were waiting for you around the corner. You chose to send all of your ire toward me instead of turning your focus to earning a spot in the upper echelon! I’m going to ask you think about it, but I don’t want you to use the last two brain cells you have left… You choosing to come at an Action Wrestling Hall of Famer is your best play to call? You’re dumb enough to place yourself in the same lane as Pauly fucking Shore? At least he’s a tad bit funny and successful in his craft. Not many people can say the same about you, Doc. I’ve forgotten more things than you fucking know and you’re about to be broken and humbled at Turmoil. You asked for WAR, but you’ve only studied enough strategies to win the fight to get your dick out of your pants to piss. But even that is an almost victory for you.”
TFK places his elbows on his desk.
“Doc through it all, from beginning to your inevitable end at Turmoil. I want you to hear me clearly. YOU DON’T MEASURE UP! And that comes from my personal Tailor. You’ve been given chance after chance to be more than what you are, but the entire Action Wrestling faithful have seen what you bring to the table. It’s not enough and truth be told, it never EH-VEEEERRR WILL. This is your Director, Doc, telling you that you’ve been cut, kid.”
TFK gives the godlike camera a determined look.
“NOW GET OUT OF MY SPOTLIGHT!”
TFK snaps and the godlike camera cuts.
“Hello, Action Wrestling, did you miss me? Don’t worry, I’ve been here this entire time, but like a GREAT DIRECTOR, I’ve allowed my stars to shine through, but let’s be honest, one of my stars hasn’t stayed the course like he should have.”
TFK tsks tsks the godlike camera.
“Doc Holiday, a man who I literally strapped a rocket to, to get him in the upper echelon of Action Wrestling and just as fast as he got there, he’s shit the bed worse than Amber Heard. I’ve been shaking my damn head for weeks now… I don’t know if it was his little squabble with Downfall that led to his… Downfall. But Doc lacks teeth. He has the ability to talk a mean game, but when it comes to the greats like Downfall, Oldin Balfor, Corey Black, Jill Park, Gerard Angelo, or even our current World Champion, Tatiana Jolie… Doc pales in comparison. He doesn’t measure up in this game and I’m DONE. I’m going to leave him on the cutting room floor and I’m going to give my attention to the true star of Tailor Made For Greatness and that is The Dommy Mommy, Jesse Lee. She’s a force that is going to solely return on my investment and it is about time I give her that true star treatment that she deserves.”
TFK loosens his tie a bit.
“But before I give her ALLLLL of my attention, there’s a mistake that I need to rectify… Doc Holiday, let me ask you a question. Do you remember that night you and I came together to plan out this Tailor Made For Greatness partnership? If you don’t, let me paint THEE detailed picture for you… Spoiler Alert wrapped shooting and I was hanging on my Casting Couch afterward, with a mattress starlet looking to get a head in the industry, when you and that assclown Jens interrupted my BTS shoot. Now, I saw that desperate look in your eyes, sadly more desperate than that mattress starlet, if I’m being honest here. I let the doe go and I grumbled, but I gave you my ear that night. We spoke of James Freedom, Rest in Peace golden boy… And we talked about YOU wasting your time in the Cruiserweight division. With all that though, I saw a kid who was cocky, headstrong, determined, and knew what it meant to stand on his accomplishments of his past. Hell, you’ve proven since that point that even an L didn’t mean shit to you. I haven’t seen that kind of delusion since my old friend Shadowlove… Rest in Peace Mr. Descriptive. But here you are standing defiantly more than ever now AFTER I put the work into you… What have you accomplished since I gave you my full attention, huh? You left the cruiserweight division behind and you found your feet on Clash. The TV title fell into your lap, which you successfully defended and held for 61 days… When you came to me, I told you that you’d achieve greatness under my tutelage and what happened, Doc? THE VERY DAY WE CAME TOGETHER, YOU WON THE TV TITLE! Coincidence? I think not. Hell, I even got you in the main event picture with Gerard Angelo, Corey Black, Oldin Balfore, Jonny Cedrone, The Sitcom, Dion, Serenity Holmes, The Dommy Mommy, and your favorite S&M companion DOWNFALL.”
TFK shrugs.
“I still don’t get your fascination with that man, but to each their own… What did you do with that opportunity though, Doc? You weren’t even in the race to the finish, that was down to Cedrone, Gerard, and your bestie Downfall, with Gerard going over… Where was Doc Holiday in that conversation? But there you were the red flag, that I shrugged off… Your delusions struck again as you went from being a contender with a TITLE around your waist, to a lady in waiting for Downfall to dick to DEATH. Where did that get you, Doc? You got locked into a story with a sadistic Downfall who KIDNAPPED YOU! You could’ve put your focus on your TV title and lifted it up so you could move on to the next best thing… Instead you hit your fucking head and you woke up thinking you’re superman or some shit. Here’s your kryptonite moment though, you chose to push MY HAND away and now you’re going to be standing inside of a STEEL CAGE with THEE FIRST US CHAMPION IN ACTION WRESTLING HISTORY! PERIOD NEVER TO BE TAKEN AWAY! I made Pauly Shore relevant eh-gain! I made Sam Kidsgrove have an edge and I brought The Hollywood Elite to Action Wrestling… The same way I brought Tailor Made For Greatness… You held the Television championship and as I said it wasn’t enough for you, Doc. Your insatiable appetite and your lack of feeling satisfied within the moment… That is what is leading to your true downfall here, not The Director of Action Wrestling. My father told me about cucks like you, but I told the world that you were going to be different. I backed you because you had a drive, but you thought you were Ron Jeremy when in reality you’re just a little white girl in a mandingo party! Your not destined for anything here, Doc, except for wiping your face off with a crusty over used towel and looking to the back of the fucking line where you’ve been more accustomed to than anything else in your life! I’m shocked you’re still not talking about your past victories in company’s that don’t mean shit to any of us or your school days wrestling career. I suppose I had some kind of effect on your career, but you’re not MAN enough to truly mention what I taught you, huh? You’re not going to mention how I told you that your time was coming and that you need to show your Television title more respect, because it could be a great stepping stone to get you to the next level… BUT NO, you had to demand some kind of special attention from the powers that be. You had to have it NOW and you got your ass handed to you soundly by Downfall.”
TFK smirks.
“You’re standing there right now though, probably with a stupid look on your face, saying but you and Lee said I was a fighter and a contender… Brains and logic were lost on you, Doc and not even Lee and I could make you understand the importance of strategy. You were eager like a young kid getting his hand on a tit for the first time. You hadn’t a fucking clue of how to get that tit again, so you rushed into shit with sweaty hands and a foggy head of desperation... Downfall capitalized on it every goddamn time because of it. You thought you stood a chance in the All In match, but you fell victim to what YOU thought was best… Lee is going to go on and she’s going to end Sitcom’s reign, because unlike you she listens and she has a GOD GIVEN GIFT… You were factory made and you’ve rubbed your believers wrong here, Doc. Under my wing you were born on third base and you just had to run it in, but you were a gimp horse that I couldn’t even force into water… But here’s your chance, huh? You have a chance to prove all of us wrong and show the entire fucking world that Doc Holiday isn’t just the name of a cowboy who only lasted 30 seconds at the O.K. Corral… But I suppose you have more in common with that ol’ cowboy than you’d like to admit.”
TFK pulls out a cigar from his desk, takes a second to chop the end off, before lighting it. He takes a drag and blows a few smoke rings out before returning his gaze to the godlike camera.
“Victories come and go, but this opportunity you have standing before you is going to cause you to shrink, Doc and the light is going to be too fucking hot for a cuck like you. Truth be told, you were never built for anything bigger than the Television title and that is why you chose to toss it away as fast as you did… But with that title aside, you’re standing across from ME. You’re better off with me lifting you up trying to show you a path that’ll lead you to the top, instead of me standing above you with my foot on the back of your fucking neck!”
TFK takes another drag from his cigar before placing it on a silver ashtray.
“You were meant to surpass my accomplishments, Doc. They say if you can’t do, then teach… Real talk here, man, I didn’t achieve the World title and it haunts me still to this day, but I am still a GODDAMNED HALL OF FAMER and the entire world has to put respect on MY NAME. You poke the damn bear here and you fucked up asking for this cage match with me… You were better off just using my name and my personal tailor. The moment you stretched further than your lot in life is the moment you sealed your fate! I’m not going to be a stepping stone for your floundering career, kid. I’m going to go in there and I’m going to shut you down and I’m going to return to living that Hall of Famer life. I’m going to continue to cheer on Jessie Lee and offer her my advice as she climbs over your limp dead corpse on her way to heights that NEITHER OF US COULD ATTAIN. She has more talent in kink filled pinky toe than you have in your entire goddamned body, mine included. Space is the limit for the TRUE star of Tailor Made For Greatness and space is ENDLESS, unlike your career trajectory.”
TFK stands up and the godlike camera follows him to a bar. He pulls out a glass bottle of bourbon and a glass. He drops a few ice balls into the glass and pours some bourbon over them. He swishes the bourbon around before returning to his desk. He sits down and takes a sip from his glass before placing it down in front of him.
“I give you credit here, Doc, you are pretty headstrong and you have IT in that squared circle. You have proven that you can destroy the talent who stands below you… But it’s the talent that you should dispose of without trying. It’s expected, Doc. BUT when you’re in the ring with talent greater than you, you fold like the bitch you are. You can’t outrun your true colors and when the going gets tough, you get the fuck out, while pointing fingers at others. That’s what brought us here, isn’t it? You couldn’t take direction and when the pressure started to come you threw up your hands and pointed at ME as the one who let YOU FALL DOWN… You missed what it meant to be Tailor Made For Greatness, which is sad that I wasted such expensive fabric on you. But the ONE thing you missed was being given the chance to look at the man in the mirror during those fittings. You get draped in the finest fabrics and you’re given the chance to see yourself as the man you COULD be, but no matter the garbs you’re still a bum who has Cristal aspirations delivering Boones Farm results. Sadly, I should’ve listened to Fin about you. He said you didn’t measure up to Jessie Lee, but I told him you had a fire that could be stoked…”
TFK takes a drink of his bourbon and then returns his look to the godlike camera.
“I’ve stabbed away at your smoldering remains and you’re still nothing but wasted ash begging for a spark that’ll never come… You see this match with me as your chance to prove everyone wrong about you being bigger than this game, but I promise you… Nah, I guarantee, you are just a talker who can’t deliver when the moment calls for it. This is bigger than you, Doc. I’m bigger than you. I’m a bonafide HALL OF FAMER who never won the World title and the part that should scare the living hell out of you, is that I’m OKAY with it. I know what kind of pioneer I was for Action Wrestling and I know how to navigate it with poise and presentation. You were just too stupid and full of yourself to know what the hell I was teaching you. You swore you could DO IT ALL with your own blueprint, declaring it was good enough even though it was drawn up with crayons and finger paints. You’re aiming to deliver on a higher level but you’re turning in mid results. You’re not built to reach higher than yourself, Doc and that’s the hard pill to swallow for me, just as much as for you. I took a chance on you by bringing you into Tailor Made For Greatness…”
TFK smirks.
“As I’m beating you from corner to post and I toss your big stupid face into that steel cage… I want you to remember that you asked for this. You are a backwater clout chaser and you still have shit to stand by through it all. This is your last chance at making a name for yourself and the sad thing is, you’re not smart enough to capitalize on this chance. You’re going to spend the entire time before the match to puff your chest out and stand by your ‘toughness’ and down play every god damn thing I’ve tried to teach you. The knowledge that you begged for on the back lot of Spoiler Alert… You’re desperate, Doc and sadly no matter what I throw at you, that is what will be your ultimate undoing. Your ineptness and your desperation will lead to you being declared the dependable choke artist of Action Wrestling. We’ve seen plenty wear that crown in our history books, but after I’m done with you in that steel cage, you’re going to be undisputed. Knowing you, you’ll add that to your accolades without putting a single thought to it… That’s the man you are, Doc.”
TFK takes another drink, finishing off the glass of bourbon and rattling the ice balls, placing the glass back onto the desk.
“Let’s be honest, that’s the man you will always be, no matter who tries to guide you. The moment you stepped into Action Wrestling you made up your mind what kind of wrestler you wanted to be in Action Wrestling. Be it floundering around Cruiserclash or playing Downfall’s personal fuck around buddy. You are who you are, Doc and there’s no changing that… When I’m through with you and I give Jessie Lee all of my focus, I want you to get your hands on a notebook and I want you truly put your all into seeing what a fucking star is and what makes her that without question. Jot everything down and bare witness to the Dommy Mommy putting people down and winning Gold on her way to the top… Doc Holiday isn’t a star and the sooner you realize that, the sooner you can begin to make a change by looking at the man in the mirror.”
TFK adjusts his tie.
“They say dress for success, but that notion was surely lost on you, Doc… At the end of the day, I can at least say I tried to assist you, but you were too set in your ways to let any of my teachings seep into your thick skull. You were too stupid to know what kind of gift I was giving you… TOO stupid to know that you were indeed on your way to the top… TOO STUPID to know that you had a chance to go all the way, but the moment you started to think with that same ill self advised mind, you threw everything away. You gave up chances that were waiting for you around the corner. You chose to send all of your ire toward me instead of turning your focus to earning a spot in the upper echelon! I’m going to ask you think about it, but I don’t want you to use the last two brain cells you have left… You choosing to come at an Action Wrestling Hall of Famer is your best play to call? You’re dumb enough to place yourself in the same lane as Pauly fucking Shore? At least he’s a tad bit funny and successful in his craft. Not many people can say the same about you, Doc. I’ve forgotten more things than you fucking know and you’re about to be broken and humbled at Turmoil. You asked for WAR, but you’ve only studied enough strategies to win the fight to get your dick out of your pants to piss. But even that is an almost victory for you.”
TFK places his elbows on his desk.
“Doc through it all, from beginning to your inevitable end at Turmoil. I want you to hear me clearly. YOU DON’T MEASURE UP! And that comes from my personal Tailor. You’ve been given chance after chance to be more than what you are, but the entire Action Wrestling faithful have seen what you bring to the table. It’s not enough and truth be told, it never EH-VEEEERRR WILL. This is your Director, Doc, telling you that you’ve been cut, kid.”
TFK gives the godlike camera a determined look.
“NOW GET OUT OF MY SPOTLIGHT!”
TFK snaps and the godlike camera cuts.