Post by Doc Holiday on Dec 17, 2023 14:51:01 GMT -5
The scene opens up inside the lounge area of an airport. Inside the lounge are all the luxury amenities that you could imagine, like leather furniture, a full bar, big screen TV's and various different food items pre-packaged to grab. The camera pans to the door as it hears it open and two figures walk through the door. The two men being Doc Holiday and his trusted friend Jens Jett, both dressed in the usual black Armani suits and Aviator glasses. They are both rolling their Gucci luggage behind them. They find a spot on the couch opposite of each other.
"Hit up the bar and see what they got for bourbon back there" Doc says to Jens
Annoyed by having to do the task Jens replies, "Why do I always have to be the bitch boy?"
"Because I'm the talent and you're the guy that gets to hang out with me" Doc says
"Fine, whatever" Jens gets up and goes to the bar and starts looking through the selection before finding a suitable bottle. "What's been up man, you seem a little out of it."
"I just don't know what to say, I'm having a little bit of a block lately. Like every little thing seems to distract me," Doc says, scrolling through X on his phone.
"I'm always distracted, especially when I've got a nice set of tits in my face, telling me about how she's working her way through college" Jens opens up the cupboard and grabs to lowball glasses and sets them down, grabbing the black tongs which are laying next to the ice bucket. He opens the lid and grabs a round ice cube and places one in each of the glasses. "I'm sure Isis, you've been here 6 years and I know you're not going to be a doctor."
Doc chuckles at Jens comment, "I don't know, it's like how do I keep things fresh, I don't want to repeat myself when I talk about Odin and then with Sitcom, what can I really say about him that hasn't already been said?"
"You could always talk about how Odin can take three steps without something cracking or popping. Dude sounds like Rice Krispies in the back. Which oddly enough dude is not a big fan of Rice Krispy treats. Saw him one time at catering and he was like 'what the fuck are these things?' I explained what they were and knocked them to the ground and continued to pile his plate full of lunch meats."
"He seems very Neanderthal like" Doc says
"You would think that AW would shell out money for better catering, because the spread is genuinely pretty cheap." Jens says pouring bourbon into one glass and then the other. Watching the liquid pour over the top of the round ice cubes.
"I have no control of that. It's usually why I eat before I go to the arena." Doc replies.
"Well we'll be in New York, so there should be plenty of pizza joints near the Garden." Jens says somewhat enthused.
"Quite literally some of the best food in the world is in New York and you want pizza?" Doc says with a puzzled look on his face.
"What's not to love? Sauce, good. Cheese, good. Pepperoni, FUHGEDDABOUDIT!" Jens says doing the stereotypical Italian Finger Purse gesture.
"Le Benardin, Shuko, Manhatta, Le Pavillon, Zou Zou's, just to name a few" Doc retorts.
"Who who's?" Jens says puzzled.
"Fine dining" Doc says.
Jens walks back to the seating area and hands Doc his drink. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm just excited to catch a couple Knicks games while we're in town."
Grabbing the glass from Jens, "Yeah watching them on Christmas day will be awesome!"
"Don't you think it's a little sad for us to be hanging out on Christmas together watching a game instead of spending time with our families?" Jens asks
"Nope, I don't have any family to worry about" Doc says to Jens.
Jens takes a drink from his glass, "Not even a sister or anything?"
"So what time is the jet supposed to be ready?" Doc says trying to change the subject.
"I think they said it would be about 30 minutes, and that was about 15 minutes ago.
"Alright, what time are we supposed to get to New York?" Doc says
"I think they said around 6 o'clock" Jens says as he looks at his phone.
"Do we have the hotel booked and everything? Doc asks, making sure that
"Yeah, I booked a room at the Aman New York, and have a limo service for us for the whole time we're there" Jens says apparently looking at emails and things on his phone
"As scatter-brained as you are, you sure can plan a whole fuckin' trip like nothing" Doc says taking a sip of his bourbon.
"Bro, it's New York City, every time you're there it's a fuckin' event!" Jens says excitedly. "You don't just visit the Big Apple, you gotta experience it!"
"How many strip clubs are on the agenda?" Doc says with a smirk
"As many as we can fit in" Jens says.
"Anything past the 28th is on your dime man" Doc says
"I will extend it if I need to" Jens says confidently
"Bro, how do you get your money?" Doc asks probably for the 100th time since they've met
"PLEASE" Jens says waving him off.
"That explains absolutely nothing to me" Doc says to Jens
"Anyways, we're gonna do more than just hit up the Gentleman's Clubs" Jens says
"You act like I've never been to New York City before" Doc says
"You've never been here with me before," Jens says with a finger point to himself
"Yes, I have, several times" Doc says
"I'm usually pretty fucked up by the end of it so, I really don't remember." Jens says taking a sip of bourbon.
"That's what happens when you mix drugs and alcohol" Doc says "gotta do one thing at a time or you get brain fucked" Doc says tapping his head.
"I mean there is no better feeling than coming-to in a back alley with just your shirt on, sharing a can of chili with a homeless man" Jens says with a look of inspiration. "Julius taught me so much about life and what was really important." Jens ponders "Like never give your pants to a homeless man! He ran my credit card up to $25,000!"
"Damn why are you just now telling me this?" Doc says in shock.
"It's all good, he really turned his life around, he works at Ameritrade and has a pension and all that shit." Jens says with a 'what do you do' look on his face.
"You're a saint, Jens," Doc says in response.
"I'm a a man of the people, what can I say?" Jens says, trying to cheer Doc, but gets no response.
"Anyways we need a game plan for 2024, we really need to get a move on and make this year a one that proves to the world what I'm all about." Doc says
"Big booty latino's in maid outfits?" Jens says somewhat confused
"No about being the best damn wrestler in all of Action Wrestling." Doc says to Jens.
"That does make a lot more sense than what I said, for sure" Jens says back to his friend
"We have to forget about everything that I did this year, in order to open the possibilities of what this year is going to bring. However, next year starts at Holiday Bash." Doc says with some vigor in his voice.
"Pretty hard to top this year" Jens remarks.
"But I will, trust" Doc replies.
A stewardess walks in dressed in a short black dress "Mr. Holiday the plane is ready for you to board."
"This should be a fun ride," Jens says with a wink. "In more ways that one"
"Dude, stop" Doc says, annoyed by Jens. He gets up and gathers his suitcase.
FADE TO BLACK
The scene opens up inside the private jet of Doc Holiday. He is sitting in his normal seat, with a decanter of bourbon and an ashtray in front of him. He stares out the window watching the wings cut through the pillow like clouds. He is still dressed in his black Armani suit. He stares off into the distance, knowing what lies ahead of him this week at Holiday Bash. A chance to cement his legacy in Action Wrestling. He breaks the silence while gazing out the window.
"It's been quite a year for me right? I came into this organization and became an impact player from the moment I stepped in an Action Wrestling ring. I was part of a group that broke the mold when it came to dominance and destroyed anyone in our path. When I decided my time with them was through, they thought they would leave me for dad, but I cut the snake off at the head. After Holiday Bash I will have been in four different title matches. But I'm just 'recapping' right? I can't live in the past, because everything points to a more successful 2024 than most could imagine. My goal remains the same, but I want to end 2023 holding my third belt, The United States title. A title that has been held by some of the true greats this company has seen, many of them future World Champions. I might be David versus two Goliath's, but remember that it never mattered about size. That's some shit, Sitcom tells the ring bunnies. Dick jokes aside, we all know that Odin didn't exactly squash me in the beginning of the Turmoil tournament. So if anything these two should know that lightning strikes faster than thunder."
Doc pauses for a moment and reaches into his pocket in order to grab a cigar out of suit pocket, digging some more he pulls out a cutter and a Gold Zippo lighter with "DH" engraved in fancy lettering. He cuts the cigar and places the cutter back in his jacket and takes the tip and disposes of it in the ashtray. He lights the cigar and takes a few pulls and lets out the smoke. Keeping the Zippo in his hand.
"Which one of these two big goofy bastards do I talk about first? How about the grizzled vet, Odin Balfore? I mean why not right? I mean I could sit here and give him his roses all day long, but he would just take them and demand more roses for being the longest tenured wrestler in Action Wrestling and done everything in the world of wrestling. If this guy ever writes an autobiography it would never sell a copy, because he tells us in every promo he cuts that he's been in the game for 37 years and wrestled Jesus and Corey in a triple threat match. He's a broken record when it comes to cutting a promo, then again his brain could be on permanent 'Recapping' mode. I mean I'd hate for that to happen, right Sitcom, no one likes to be reminded of what's happened in a previous episode in life. Certainly not the fans, because they can only see so much of Odin pretending to be still relevant when all he does is pull off the same five big man moves over and over. It's like if you've seen one Odin Balfore match, you've seen them all, but hey if it's broke, why fix it?"
Doc takes the Zippo and flicks it open. In the same motion flicks the spark wheel causing the lighter to produce a flame. He puffs the cigar to restore the cherry red ash to the cigar. He shuts the Zippo and exhales some smoke again.
“Odin's problem is that his boy Downfall plays a much better version of him than he does. Downfall says mean things and they can be quite vindictive and clever. Odin on the other hand just says mean things that are almost Donald Trump-ish, stuff like he needs to drain the swamp or we need to build a wall around catering. When I tune into The Dollar Store version of Downfall, I know what to expect. Basically anyone he is facing isn't worth his time, some mild trolling, and that he's going to beat them because he invented wrestling 64 years ago. You may get that to work on the talent enhancement around here, but me, you know me, you know that I'll hit you with 7 moves before you can muster one of yours. You also know that I don't listen to your little backhanded comments or your little state of the union speeches. I pay an intern to watch your promo's then report back to me, about what you talked about. You would not believe how many people can claim 'unfair work conditions' and win, just by watching one of your little wrestling lectures. It's hard to find good help and that's starting to cost me money. DON'T FUCK WITH MY MONEY!”
Doc knocks some of the ash off the cigar and then puts it to his lips again to take a few puffs before exhaling. He sets the cigar in the glass ashtray and pours some more bourbon into his glass. He looks at the bourbon as the round steel cube sits on the bottom and the bourbon surrounds it.
“Then we have Sitcom, the one man who seems to think that he can just stick his nose in my business anytime he pleases. Right? I mean you have distracted me. You knew just like I did, that our paths would meet. You were trying to start your psychological wargames early, but that doesn't work on me. You might have gotten me to lose my TV title, but that only put a fast track for me to get to you. When I lost my TV title, I focused my energy on getting my shot at the United States Title. However, you were always on my radar, even when I was part of that shit show known as Tailor Made. I watched as a helpless Jesse Lee couldn't defeat you, as slow and ineffective as you were, she was twice as bad. You've faced far less superior competition since your title reign has started. Once you knew we were getting close to knocking on your door you started the real bullshit, like that little stunt you pulled with your little bitch Airborne and your big bitch. Johnny Beckman. Truth be told, I saw that shit coming from a mile, it just sucks that I had to be the one in the crosshairs. I was close to telling Johnny what a low grade, trash ass, piece of shit he truly was before I was jumped by Dumb and dumber. Have fun circle jerking with your boy Airborne and Johnny, because frankly they're truly the only two who really give a fuck about you, but once the dust settles and you're no longer on the rise they're gonna jump off your fat ass and leech onto the next person they think will be a star. Unfortunately for them they usually don't have a very good eye for talent.
He takes a drink of his bourbon before he begins to speak again.
"I'll give credit where credit is due Sitcom, you have sat at the top of the mountain with both the TV and United States Title. Albeit by some pretty shady tactics, but then again for me to say that is like the pot calling the kettle black. But where we differ is that I at least make it look good when I do it. You are just a big goofy, uncoordinated sack of monkey nuts out there, who's entertainment value is equivalent to watching your grandma knit an afghan. If you didn't provide some comedic value to this organization you'd still be stuck in development trying to figure what they were going to do with a 7 foot slob with nothing going for him. Trust me Sitcom you have no business being in my ring, when I'm in there I give everything I have to put myself in a position to win. I don't fold under the pressure or give up when things don't seem to be going my way. I stay the course and know that victory is within reach at any time. Can that be said about you? When the going gets tough do you really think that you can have the resolve to muster up enough energy to give that last ditch effort to hit your finisher and close out a match? Because all I see in you is a lot of quit. Can you go to the top of the mountain and get knocked down and keep climbing back up to test yourself? I've done it, I've had my setbacks and yet I keep climbing back to the top of that mountain, because I know that when it's all said and done I will be the one standing tall at the top of that mountain. Can you handle that or will you disappear like the rest of them when the going gets tough? I don't think you have the mentality to come back, however I do, my mental toughness has been forged by the toughest wrestling team in the nation. Being a Hawkeye meant that you were among the elite, if you took a loss, you spent the next days, weeks, or months training to avenge that loss. I face a setback and comeback stronger than I did before and trust me Odin will see a completely different Doc than he saw at Turmoil. You will have the pleasure of finding out how tough of an opponent I am Sitcom. When you step into the ring with me, you find out that what I say isn't just a cute little saying...THIS IS WAR!!!"
FADE TO BLACK
"Hit up the bar and see what they got for bourbon back there" Doc says to Jens
Annoyed by having to do the task Jens replies, "Why do I always have to be the bitch boy?"
"Because I'm the talent and you're the guy that gets to hang out with me" Doc says
"Fine, whatever" Jens gets up and goes to the bar and starts looking through the selection before finding a suitable bottle. "What's been up man, you seem a little out of it."
"I just don't know what to say, I'm having a little bit of a block lately. Like every little thing seems to distract me," Doc says, scrolling through X on his phone.
"I'm always distracted, especially when I've got a nice set of tits in my face, telling me about how she's working her way through college" Jens opens up the cupboard and grabs to lowball glasses and sets them down, grabbing the black tongs which are laying next to the ice bucket. He opens the lid and grabs a round ice cube and places one in each of the glasses. "I'm sure Isis, you've been here 6 years and I know you're not going to be a doctor."
Doc chuckles at Jens comment, "I don't know, it's like how do I keep things fresh, I don't want to repeat myself when I talk about Odin and then with Sitcom, what can I really say about him that hasn't already been said?"
"You could always talk about how Odin can take three steps without something cracking or popping. Dude sounds like Rice Krispies in the back. Which oddly enough dude is not a big fan of Rice Krispy treats. Saw him one time at catering and he was like 'what the fuck are these things?' I explained what they were and knocked them to the ground and continued to pile his plate full of lunch meats."
"He seems very Neanderthal like" Doc says
"You would think that AW would shell out money for better catering, because the spread is genuinely pretty cheap." Jens says pouring bourbon into one glass and then the other. Watching the liquid pour over the top of the round ice cubes.
"I have no control of that. It's usually why I eat before I go to the arena." Doc replies.
"Well we'll be in New York, so there should be plenty of pizza joints near the Garden." Jens says somewhat enthused.
"Quite literally some of the best food in the world is in New York and you want pizza?" Doc says with a puzzled look on his face.
"What's not to love? Sauce, good. Cheese, good. Pepperoni, FUHGEDDABOUDIT!" Jens says doing the stereotypical Italian Finger Purse gesture.
"Le Benardin, Shuko, Manhatta, Le Pavillon, Zou Zou's, just to name a few" Doc retorts.
"Who who's?" Jens says puzzled.
"Fine dining" Doc says.
Jens walks back to the seating area and hands Doc his drink. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm just excited to catch a couple Knicks games while we're in town."
Grabbing the glass from Jens, "Yeah watching them on Christmas day will be awesome!"
"Don't you think it's a little sad for us to be hanging out on Christmas together watching a game instead of spending time with our families?" Jens asks
"Nope, I don't have any family to worry about" Doc says to Jens.
Jens takes a drink from his glass, "Not even a sister or anything?"
"So what time is the jet supposed to be ready?" Doc says trying to change the subject.
"I think they said it would be about 30 minutes, and that was about 15 minutes ago.
"Alright, what time are we supposed to get to New York?" Doc says
"I think they said around 6 o'clock" Jens says as he looks at his phone.
"Do we have the hotel booked and everything? Doc asks, making sure that
"Yeah, I booked a room at the Aman New York, and have a limo service for us for the whole time we're there" Jens says apparently looking at emails and things on his phone
"As scatter-brained as you are, you sure can plan a whole fuckin' trip like nothing" Doc says taking a sip of his bourbon.
"Bro, it's New York City, every time you're there it's a fuckin' event!" Jens says excitedly. "You don't just visit the Big Apple, you gotta experience it!"
"How many strip clubs are on the agenda?" Doc says with a smirk
"As many as we can fit in" Jens says.
"Anything past the 28th is on your dime man" Doc says
"I will extend it if I need to" Jens says confidently
"Bro, how do you get your money?" Doc asks probably for the 100th time since they've met
"PLEASE" Jens says waving him off.
"That explains absolutely nothing to me" Doc says to Jens
"Anyways, we're gonna do more than just hit up the Gentleman's Clubs" Jens says
"You act like I've never been to New York City before" Doc says
"You've never been here with me before," Jens says with a finger point to himself
"Yes, I have, several times" Doc says
"I'm usually pretty fucked up by the end of it so, I really don't remember." Jens says taking a sip of bourbon.
"That's what happens when you mix drugs and alcohol" Doc says "gotta do one thing at a time or you get brain fucked" Doc says tapping his head.
"I mean there is no better feeling than coming-to in a back alley with just your shirt on, sharing a can of chili with a homeless man" Jens says with a look of inspiration. "Julius taught me so much about life and what was really important." Jens ponders "Like never give your pants to a homeless man! He ran my credit card up to $25,000!"
"Damn why are you just now telling me this?" Doc says in shock.
"It's all good, he really turned his life around, he works at Ameritrade and has a pension and all that shit." Jens says with a 'what do you do' look on his face.
"You're a saint, Jens," Doc says in response.
"I'm a a man of the people, what can I say?" Jens says, trying to cheer Doc, but gets no response.
"Anyways we need a game plan for 2024, we really need to get a move on and make this year a one that proves to the world what I'm all about." Doc says
"Big booty latino's in maid outfits?" Jens says somewhat confused
"No about being the best damn wrestler in all of Action Wrestling." Doc says to Jens.
"That does make a lot more sense than what I said, for sure" Jens says back to his friend
"We have to forget about everything that I did this year, in order to open the possibilities of what this year is going to bring. However, next year starts at Holiday Bash." Doc says with some vigor in his voice.
"Pretty hard to top this year" Jens remarks.
"But I will, trust" Doc replies.
A stewardess walks in dressed in a short black dress "Mr. Holiday the plane is ready for you to board."
"This should be a fun ride," Jens says with a wink. "In more ways that one"
"Dude, stop" Doc says, annoyed by Jens. He gets up and gathers his suitcase.
FADE TO BLACK
The scene opens up inside the private jet of Doc Holiday. He is sitting in his normal seat, with a decanter of bourbon and an ashtray in front of him. He stares out the window watching the wings cut through the pillow like clouds. He is still dressed in his black Armani suit. He stares off into the distance, knowing what lies ahead of him this week at Holiday Bash. A chance to cement his legacy in Action Wrestling. He breaks the silence while gazing out the window.
"It's been quite a year for me right? I came into this organization and became an impact player from the moment I stepped in an Action Wrestling ring. I was part of a group that broke the mold when it came to dominance and destroyed anyone in our path. When I decided my time with them was through, they thought they would leave me for dad, but I cut the snake off at the head. After Holiday Bash I will have been in four different title matches. But I'm just 'recapping' right? I can't live in the past, because everything points to a more successful 2024 than most could imagine. My goal remains the same, but I want to end 2023 holding my third belt, The United States title. A title that has been held by some of the true greats this company has seen, many of them future World Champions. I might be David versus two Goliath's, but remember that it never mattered about size. That's some shit, Sitcom tells the ring bunnies. Dick jokes aside, we all know that Odin didn't exactly squash me in the beginning of the Turmoil tournament. So if anything these two should know that lightning strikes faster than thunder."
Doc pauses for a moment and reaches into his pocket in order to grab a cigar out of suit pocket, digging some more he pulls out a cutter and a Gold Zippo lighter with "DH" engraved in fancy lettering. He cuts the cigar and places the cutter back in his jacket and takes the tip and disposes of it in the ashtray. He lights the cigar and takes a few pulls and lets out the smoke. Keeping the Zippo in his hand.
"Which one of these two big goofy bastards do I talk about first? How about the grizzled vet, Odin Balfore? I mean why not right? I mean I could sit here and give him his roses all day long, but he would just take them and demand more roses for being the longest tenured wrestler in Action Wrestling and done everything in the world of wrestling. If this guy ever writes an autobiography it would never sell a copy, because he tells us in every promo he cuts that he's been in the game for 37 years and wrestled Jesus and Corey in a triple threat match. He's a broken record when it comes to cutting a promo, then again his brain could be on permanent 'Recapping' mode. I mean I'd hate for that to happen, right Sitcom, no one likes to be reminded of what's happened in a previous episode in life. Certainly not the fans, because they can only see so much of Odin pretending to be still relevant when all he does is pull off the same five big man moves over and over. It's like if you've seen one Odin Balfore match, you've seen them all, but hey if it's broke, why fix it?"
Doc takes the Zippo and flicks it open. In the same motion flicks the spark wheel causing the lighter to produce a flame. He puffs the cigar to restore the cherry red ash to the cigar. He shuts the Zippo and exhales some smoke again.
“Odin's problem is that his boy Downfall plays a much better version of him than he does. Downfall says mean things and they can be quite vindictive and clever. Odin on the other hand just says mean things that are almost Donald Trump-ish, stuff like he needs to drain the swamp or we need to build a wall around catering. When I tune into The Dollar Store version of Downfall, I know what to expect. Basically anyone he is facing isn't worth his time, some mild trolling, and that he's going to beat them because he invented wrestling 64 years ago. You may get that to work on the talent enhancement around here, but me, you know me, you know that I'll hit you with 7 moves before you can muster one of yours. You also know that I don't listen to your little backhanded comments or your little state of the union speeches. I pay an intern to watch your promo's then report back to me, about what you talked about. You would not believe how many people can claim 'unfair work conditions' and win, just by watching one of your little wrestling lectures. It's hard to find good help and that's starting to cost me money. DON'T FUCK WITH MY MONEY!”
Doc knocks some of the ash off the cigar and then puts it to his lips again to take a few puffs before exhaling. He sets the cigar in the glass ashtray and pours some more bourbon into his glass. He looks at the bourbon as the round steel cube sits on the bottom and the bourbon surrounds it.
“Then we have Sitcom, the one man who seems to think that he can just stick his nose in my business anytime he pleases. Right? I mean you have distracted me. You knew just like I did, that our paths would meet. You were trying to start your psychological wargames early, but that doesn't work on me. You might have gotten me to lose my TV title, but that only put a fast track for me to get to you. When I lost my TV title, I focused my energy on getting my shot at the United States Title. However, you were always on my radar, even when I was part of that shit show known as Tailor Made. I watched as a helpless Jesse Lee couldn't defeat you, as slow and ineffective as you were, she was twice as bad. You've faced far less superior competition since your title reign has started. Once you knew we were getting close to knocking on your door you started the real bullshit, like that little stunt you pulled with your little bitch Airborne and your big bitch. Johnny Beckman. Truth be told, I saw that shit coming from a mile, it just sucks that I had to be the one in the crosshairs. I was close to telling Johnny what a low grade, trash ass, piece of shit he truly was before I was jumped by Dumb and dumber. Have fun circle jerking with your boy Airborne and Johnny, because frankly they're truly the only two who really give a fuck about you, but once the dust settles and you're no longer on the rise they're gonna jump off your fat ass and leech onto the next person they think will be a star. Unfortunately for them they usually don't have a very good eye for talent.
He takes a drink of his bourbon before he begins to speak again.
"I'll give credit where credit is due Sitcom, you have sat at the top of the mountain with both the TV and United States Title. Albeit by some pretty shady tactics, but then again for me to say that is like the pot calling the kettle black. But where we differ is that I at least make it look good when I do it. You are just a big goofy, uncoordinated sack of monkey nuts out there, who's entertainment value is equivalent to watching your grandma knit an afghan. If you didn't provide some comedic value to this organization you'd still be stuck in development trying to figure what they were going to do with a 7 foot slob with nothing going for him. Trust me Sitcom you have no business being in my ring, when I'm in there I give everything I have to put myself in a position to win. I don't fold under the pressure or give up when things don't seem to be going my way. I stay the course and know that victory is within reach at any time. Can that be said about you? When the going gets tough do you really think that you can have the resolve to muster up enough energy to give that last ditch effort to hit your finisher and close out a match? Because all I see in you is a lot of quit. Can you go to the top of the mountain and get knocked down and keep climbing back up to test yourself? I've done it, I've had my setbacks and yet I keep climbing back to the top of that mountain, because I know that when it's all said and done I will be the one standing tall at the top of that mountain. Can you handle that or will you disappear like the rest of them when the going gets tough? I don't think you have the mentality to come back, however I do, my mental toughness has been forged by the toughest wrestling team in the nation. Being a Hawkeye meant that you were among the elite, if you took a loss, you spent the next days, weeks, or months training to avenge that loss. I face a setback and comeback stronger than I did before and trust me Odin will see a completely different Doc than he saw at Turmoil. You will have the pleasure of finding out how tough of an opponent I am Sitcom. When you step into the ring with me, you find out that what I say isn't just a cute little saying...THIS IS WAR!!!"
FADE TO BLACK