Post by Doc Holiday on Apr 7, 2024 10:46:54 GMT -5
The scene opens up in an executive board room. A very basic room with white walls and black accent pieces breaks up the monotony every ten feet or so. A big mahogany table is the centerpiece followed by about eight chairs on each side and one chair at the head of the table. There sits the star of the show, Action Wrestling's very own Doc Holiday. He sits there dressed in the usual Black Armani suit, with a red tie, a throwback to his favorite childhood game "Hitman". He sits there alone, his feet kicked back on the table, leaning all the way back in the chair. When he notices his phone light up. He picks it up and notices that it's a voicemail he must have missed. He hits play as it comes out over the speakers.
"What crack-a-lackin, nephew? It's Uncle Snoop, just checkin' in on ya. I know you've had a rough couple weeks here lately, but trust the process homie, your time is coming. I've had a lot of ups and downs in my career and you just gotta see the big picture, ya dig? We don't back down when shit gets tough, we come back with a full clip. Trust me when I say this, your time is coming, whether it's today, tomorrow, next month, or next year and when it does, ain't nobody gonna forget it. Give me a call back when you can, we still have business to discuss. Peace!"
Doc swipes out of the voicemail app and takes a second to think about things, before he goes back to his phone and opens up the Instagram app and hits the button to go "live". He props the phone up against his glass of bourbon.
"What's up everybody? It's everyone's favorite Action Wrestling superstar, Doc Holiday! Just thought I'd get on here and talk some shit on my opponents, before we face off at Clash. In what seems to be yet another opportunity to be in World Title contention, by being number 30 in the Havoc Rumble. I really don't care where I'm at in the rumble. Truthfully, in my opinion it's a cursed spot. It's the spot that people want, but nobody wants to see win. Whatever happens...happens, I guess. The only thing I can do is go out there and let the cards fall as they may in this tournament. A triple threat match always provides for some element of surprise, which sometimes you don't even have to be the one pinned in order to 'lose' the match. Something both TJ and I both know about."
Doc takes a pause for a second in order to collect his thoughts. He takes his feet off the desk and sits with a focus on the camera.
"Monday I finally get my hands on your bitch ass, T.J. If I haven't made things clear enough, you're still the subject of much of my hostility. You cost me everything that I worked so hard to get. You lost to a man who turned around and lost the title a week after winning it. Somehow you're still getting opportunity after opportunity to "prove" yourself. However, the only thing you've proven is that you DON'T have what it takes to chop it up with the big dogs. You need to stay inside with the pups and talk that big game with them about how you're the next big dog, maybe they'll believe you. Because, if you were the next big thing, like you claim to be, then you wouldn't fold under pressure. Me on the other hand, my ability to perform when the pressure is on is why I'm a diamond standard in this company. Will you get to that point? I mean, maybe it's a possibility *shrugging his shoulders* You do check all the boxes to be that guy...someday. I regret to inform you that it won't be Monday at Clash."
Doc shifts his focus from his animosity from T.J. to his next opponent. Someone who's cost him a match recently in the Match Madness Tournament.
"Next we have SICKO, some sort of evil clown. As if that hasn't been done a million times in the world of wrestling. The lack of originality is what really gets me. An insecure individual who hides behind a mask, too afraid to let the world know who he is. Someone who needs to feel important, but lacks the creativity or talent to become something, someone who took valuable time from TV viewers with his lame ass segments and even cost me my match against Jody Madrox. Don't think I'd remember that shit? I remember, don't worry, how could I ever forget, it's the first time, but not the last time, we'd ever meet."
Doc shakes his head laughing
"Sorry, I didn't mean to go all Phil Collins there. He can hide behind the mask or he can play the scary man unmasked. It doesn't phase me, I've witnessed these same people where I grew up. Kill someone and then hear them talk about it in great detail. Nothing behind their eyes, just like a soulless spirit who's only joy was watching people's lives flicker from their body. It's spine tingling and I just don't see that in you SICKO. I see someone who's chaos and destruction will only cause yourself to lose matches. When you step into my ring, just know that I do not fear any man or creature as you may call yourself. I am in control of the situation, I control the action, and I bring the hammer. I've faced titans of this industry without fear of consequence or injury. You may be stronger and more apt to violence, but I possess something that you don't and that's adaptability. I will use knowledge and skill to beat you. So, bring your reckless and violent game to Clash Monday, and you'll find yourself with a Savate Kick to the face, because...THIS IS WAR!"
FADE TO BLACK
"What crack-a-lackin, nephew? It's Uncle Snoop, just checkin' in on ya. I know you've had a rough couple weeks here lately, but trust the process homie, your time is coming. I've had a lot of ups and downs in my career and you just gotta see the big picture, ya dig? We don't back down when shit gets tough, we come back with a full clip. Trust me when I say this, your time is coming, whether it's today, tomorrow, next month, or next year and when it does, ain't nobody gonna forget it. Give me a call back when you can, we still have business to discuss. Peace!"
Doc swipes out of the voicemail app and takes a second to think about things, before he goes back to his phone and opens up the Instagram app and hits the button to go "live". He props the phone up against his glass of bourbon.
"What's up everybody? It's everyone's favorite Action Wrestling superstar, Doc Holiday! Just thought I'd get on here and talk some shit on my opponents, before we face off at Clash. In what seems to be yet another opportunity to be in World Title contention, by being number 30 in the Havoc Rumble. I really don't care where I'm at in the rumble. Truthfully, in my opinion it's a cursed spot. It's the spot that people want, but nobody wants to see win. Whatever happens...happens, I guess. The only thing I can do is go out there and let the cards fall as they may in this tournament. A triple threat match always provides for some element of surprise, which sometimes you don't even have to be the one pinned in order to 'lose' the match. Something both TJ and I both know about."
Doc takes a pause for a second in order to collect his thoughts. He takes his feet off the desk and sits with a focus on the camera.
"Monday I finally get my hands on your bitch ass, T.J. If I haven't made things clear enough, you're still the subject of much of my hostility. You cost me everything that I worked so hard to get. You lost to a man who turned around and lost the title a week after winning it. Somehow you're still getting opportunity after opportunity to "prove" yourself. However, the only thing you've proven is that you DON'T have what it takes to chop it up with the big dogs. You need to stay inside with the pups and talk that big game with them about how you're the next big dog, maybe they'll believe you. Because, if you were the next big thing, like you claim to be, then you wouldn't fold under pressure. Me on the other hand, my ability to perform when the pressure is on is why I'm a diamond standard in this company. Will you get to that point? I mean, maybe it's a possibility *shrugging his shoulders* You do check all the boxes to be that guy...someday. I regret to inform you that it won't be Monday at Clash."
Doc shifts his focus from his animosity from T.J. to his next opponent. Someone who's cost him a match recently in the Match Madness Tournament.
"Next we have SICKO, some sort of evil clown. As if that hasn't been done a million times in the world of wrestling. The lack of originality is what really gets me. An insecure individual who hides behind a mask, too afraid to let the world know who he is. Someone who needs to feel important, but lacks the creativity or talent to become something, someone who took valuable time from TV viewers with his lame ass segments and even cost me my match against Jody Madrox. Don't think I'd remember that shit? I remember, don't worry, how could I ever forget, it's the first time, but not the last time, we'd ever meet."
Doc shakes his head laughing
"Sorry, I didn't mean to go all Phil Collins there. He can hide behind the mask or he can play the scary man unmasked. It doesn't phase me, I've witnessed these same people where I grew up. Kill someone and then hear them talk about it in great detail. Nothing behind their eyes, just like a soulless spirit who's only joy was watching people's lives flicker from their body. It's spine tingling and I just don't see that in you SICKO. I see someone who's chaos and destruction will only cause yourself to lose matches. When you step into my ring, just know that I do not fear any man or creature as you may call yourself. I am in control of the situation, I control the action, and I bring the hammer. I've faced titans of this industry without fear of consequence or injury. You may be stronger and more apt to violence, but I possess something that you don't and that's adaptability. I will use knowledge and skill to beat you. So, bring your reckless and violent game to Clash Monday, and you'll find yourself with a Savate Kick to the face, because...THIS IS WAR!"
FADE TO BLACK