Post by Doc Holiday on Jan 14, 2024 3:27:36 GMT -5
The scene opens up inside the luxury suite of a hotel. The whole room is white is with black accents, everything from the walls to the coffee tables, end tables and carpet. A lone figure stands in the window watching as snow cascades down from the sky like sugar being sifted from a cup. He stands there admiring the snow falling as if there was something majestic about it. As we pan closer we see that it's Doc Holiday of Action Wrestling. He stands there in just his blue Armani vest with a matching tie. As the camera gets closer he begins to speak.
"You know where I come from, this kind of thing never happened. The only thing that flew through the skies were bullets and the only coldness you experienced was burying family and friends. When I came to Iowa, I knew it would be different, I would get to experience a whole new life. I would be able to break a generational curse of drugs, violence, and death. I did exactly what I came to do, nothing more than a few pairs of jeans and hand me down Nike shirts. Every piece of clothing I owned during my four years here were all 'Iowa Wrestling' branded. That's why I consider Iowa my home, for better or worse, -15 degree winters to 100 degree summers. I've never been one to back down from a challenge and just like the temperatures here I can survive it all. I've survived what some consider extreme situations already in AW, but let's be honest, it only ramps up from here. I want to leave no doubts when I ascend the ladder to the top, they will know that my place was never in doubt and that I took no shortcuts like others before me. I challenged a true Titan of the industry and now all of a sudden I can't get him to answer, it seems though he has too much on his plate to give me an answer. I am becoming the thorn in his paw that he just can't seem to get out. I am everywhere when he turns the corner. He says that he will fight anyone, at any time, under any condition, but can't accept an "I Quit" match, because he's bitch made. Me, I'm more like this storm here, relentless and when I hit, I shut shit down!"
Doc turns away from the window and walks to a nearby leather sofa where a glass of bourbon has been sitting for a little bit. He takes a sip and places it back down on the coaster and sits down on the couch.
"Now onto Billy Ray Cash. My oh my what a guy this guy is more comical than anything I've seen in the world of wrestling. All the 'Shut ups' and 'Shut up Dickshits', but hey he goes out there and collects a paycheck, but that's about all he does. We are two different men on two different playing fields. I have a far superior skillset compared to him and his Honkey Tonk Southern Deep Fried bullshit. I'm so quick that I'll have him lined up for the Savate Kick or in the Million Dollar Scream, before he can think 'where did that dickshit go?'. I'd like to say that I respect his body of work, but truthfully it's just nothing, but L's and nonsensical shit talking while taking said L. It's like going to a whorehouse and looking for the love of your life, sure you might find one, but you know what they say. You can't make a ho a housewife and you can't make Billy Ray Cash a credible threat. When I face Billy at Clash I plan on using him as a statement piece for my boy 'O', because he thinks that we're just out here playing games and shit. I'm not playing games and I plan on putting on a show for the one man who says I don't deserve to share the same ring as him. I'm going to go out there and put Billy through the ringer, just like everyone else that has faced me in Action Wrestling! I'm coming for that US Title and the path to that title starts with Billy Ray Cash and it ends with me 'O' say 'I Quit' in front of a sold out crowd and millions watching or illegally streaming the PPV. Let the tour of pain begin and take notice 'O', because these little tune-up fights are exactly what are going to send a statement each and every week until you finally accept my match. Or you can just sit there and defend your title against nobody's...I'm done asking, now I'm getting ready to just take
THIS IS...WAR!!!"
FADE TO BLACK
"You know where I come from, this kind of thing never happened. The only thing that flew through the skies were bullets and the only coldness you experienced was burying family and friends. When I came to Iowa, I knew it would be different, I would get to experience a whole new life. I would be able to break a generational curse of drugs, violence, and death. I did exactly what I came to do, nothing more than a few pairs of jeans and hand me down Nike shirts. Every piece of clothing I owned during my four years here were all 'Iowa Wrestling' branded. That's why I consider Iowa my home, for better or worse, -15 degree winters to 100 degree summers. I've never been one to back down from a challenge and just like the temperatures here I can survive it all. I've survived what some consider extreme situations already in AW, but let's be honest, it only ramps up from here. I want to leave no doubts when I ascend the ladder to the top, they will know that my place was never in doubt and that I took no shortcuts like others before me. I challenged a true Titan of the industry and now all of a sudden I can't get him to answer, it seems though he has too much on his plate to give me an answer. I am becoming the thorn in his paw that he just can't seem to get out. I am everywhere when he turns the corner. He says that he will fight anyone, at any time, under any condition, but can't accept an "I Quit" match, because he's bitch made. Me, I'm more like this storm here, relentless and when I hit, I shut shit down!"
Doc turns away from the window and walks to a nearby leather sofa where a glass of bourbon has been sitting for a little bit. He takes a sip and places it back down on the coaster and sits down on the couch.
"Now onto Billy Ray Cash. My oh my what a guy this guy is more comical than anything I've seen in the world of wrestling. All the 'Shut ups' and 'Shut up Dickshits', but hey he goes out there and collects a paycheck, but that's about all he does. We are two different men on two different playing fields. I have a far superior skillset compared to him and his Honkey Tonk Southern Deep Fried bullshit. I'm so quick that I'll have him lined up for the Savate Kick or in the Million Dollar Scream, before he can think 'where did that dickshit go?'. I'd like to say that I respect his body of work, but truthfully it's just nothing, but L's and nonsensical shit talking while taking said L. It's like going to a whorehouse and looking for the love of your life, sure you might find one, but you know what they say. You can't make a ho a housewife and you can't make Billy Ray Cash a credible threat. When I face Billy at Clash I plan on using him as a statement piece for my boy 'O', because he thinks that we're just out here playing games and shit. I'm not playing games and I plan on putting on a show for the one man who says I don't deserve to share the same ring as him. I'm going to go out there and put Billy through the ringer, just like everyone else that has faced me in Action Wrestling! I'm coming for that US Title and the path to that title starts with Billy Ray Cash and it ends with me 'O' say 'I Quit' in front of a sold out crowd and millions watching or illegally streaming the PPV. Let the tour of pain begin and take notice 'O', because these little tune-up fights are exactly what are going to send a statement each and every week until you finally accept my match. Or you can just sit there and defend your title against nobody's...I'm done asking, now I'm getting ready to just take
THIS IS...WAR!!!"
FADE TO BLACK