Post by Doc Holiday on Apr 21, 2024 12:08:22 GMT -5
The scene opens up inside the all familiar offices of the one and only Doc Holiday. He sits in his leather chair behind a large mahogany desk. He sits there scrolling through a few items on his phone before he shifts his attention to the camera fixed on him. He is wearing a simple all black Armani suit.
"We draw so much closer to Blast that there is nothing left, but ONE MORE Monday Night Clash. However, this Clash is strictly Tag Team matches, which I can only assume is because National Tag Team day is coming up. Which I know some dudes out there are going to take that the wrong way and end up on a list. Anyways, this match just happens to put me together with Jonny Cedrone against DRAUGR and Cipher. I've teamed up a few times, before in the past, but Tag Teams just don't seem to really be my thing. I'm more of a lone wolf. Sure you can point out my time in Tailor Made, where I had a few matches with Jessie Lee, but nothing ever really worked out for our team. Some say it was me, but I like to think that two alpha's can't lead a pack."
Doc leans back in his chair and kicks his feet onto the desk.
"First we have Jonny Cedrone, my tag partner, if you wanna call him that. He's more like a bad date to prom. Like you have to go, because you are contractually obligated to. Everything about me should scream out 'Does not play well with others'. I mean I can respect you all I want and not like you at all. You're the enemy Jonny and now I have to be friends with you before we go into Blast where we are basically going to beat the hell out of each other until one of us ultimately wins the chance to be number 30 in the Havoc Rumble. However, it would be a great honor to be the champion of this tournament and the 30th entrant, but I feel like it's more of a target on your back than something that is of any value. Number 30 paints a big target on your back, almost as big as Kim Kardashian's ass. But let's save the battle for Blast where we can actually tear the roof off the house. Because every time we face off, it's an instant classic. There is a winner declared, but no one really wins, because it's basically us beating the hell out of each other until someone's body finally just gives out. We're both businessmen, we know that it's dog eat dog out there and without the willingness to go the extra mile, you get lost in the shuffle and become just another could have been. Every event for a chance at the World Title, I get closer and closer to getting my shot. I'm on the cusp of immortalizing myself in Action Wrestling, becoming a true Titan in the organization, I'm just sorry you have to be one of the stepping stones to that part of my journey."
Doc opens a drawer to his desk and pulls out a silver box and places it on the top of the desk. Upon opening you can see it is a cigar box, to which Doc takes a cigar and cuts it, before cutting it and then lighting the end. He takes a couple deep drags before continuing on.
"Now let's start on me and Jonny's opponents. The almighty DRAUGR, the man who took my TV title away from me. Did you think I would forget about you buddy? Not for one second. We put on a hell of a match and when I was just about to end the whole fucking thing, the giant pussy known as The Sitcom came out and distracted me. I apparently have a history with being easily distracted. However, at this going home show for Clash, there will be no distractions, it will be all the people that I need to focus on in the ring. Which is very unfortunate for you, because you and Cipher are the sole focus of the match and when I'm in the fucking zone, there's no stopping me!"
Doc takes another drag off of his cigar, before going after the next person in his tag match.
"I'll admit, I don't know much about you Cipher, because frankly I don't really fuck with the tag division that much. I know that you came in and you quickly attached yourself to Kevin Bishop and then became the Tag Team champions. Was this a necessity, because you couldn't do shit on your own or did you just need the warm embrace of what you might consider family? Nevertheless, this tag match will be a little different than what you're used to. See you have to face Jonny Cedrone, who is a former Tag Team Champion himself, and well established competitor here in Action Wrestling. Then his partner, is well me, the man with the Midas touch. I've collected damn near every singles championship you can in Action Wrestling. We are two very capable wrestlers who can handle things on their own, but, and this is a very big BUT, if we can even just coexist in this match, both you and your little friend DRAUGR are fucking toast. Who knows, maybe when I'm done with the whole singles title chases in like ten years, maybe I'll dip down and grab those Tag Titles on my way out, you know do a whole Grand Slam champion thing out of my career. But let's not get ahead of ourselves, prepare yourself for a battle on Monday, because you've got a real test in front of you. I don't take this shit lightly, every match matters, because...THIS IS WAR!!!"
FADE TO BLACK!
"We draw so much closer to Blast that there is nothing left, but ONE MORE Monday Night Clash. However, this Clash is strictly Tag Team matches, which I can only assume is because National Tag Team day is coming up. Which I know some dudes out there are going to take that the wrong way and end up on a list. Anyways, this match just happens to put me together with Jonny Cedrone against DRAUGR and Cipher. I've teamed up a few times, before in the past, but Tag Teams just don't seem to really be my thing. I'm more of a lone wolf. Sure you can point out my time in Tailor Made, where I had a few matches with Jessie Lee, but nothing ever really worked out for our team. Some say it was me, but I like to think that two alpha's can't lead a pack."
Doc leans back in his chair and kicks his feet onto the desk.
"First we have Jonny Cedrone, my tag partner, if you wanna call him that. He's more like a bad date to prom. Like you have to go, because you are contractually obligated to. Everything about me should scream out 'Does not play well with others'. I mean I can respect you all I want and not like you at all. You're the enemy Jonny and now I have to be friends with you before we go into Blast where we are basically going to beat the hell out of each other until one of us ultimately wins the chance to be number 30 in the Havoc Rumble. However, it would be a great honor to be the champion of this tournament and the 30th entrant, but I feel like it's more of a target on your back than something that is of any value. Number 30 paints a big target on your back, almost as big as Kim Kardashian's ass. But let's save the battle for Blast where we can actually tear the roof off the house. Because every time we face off, it's an instant classic. There is a winner declared, but no one really wins, because it's basically us beating the hell out of each other until someone's body finally just gives out. We're both businessmen, we know that it's dog eat dog out there and without the willingness to go the extra mile, you get lost in the shuffle and become just another could have been. Every event for a chance at the World Title, I get closer and closer to getting my shot. I'm on the cusp of immortalizing myself in Action Wrestling, becoming a true Titan in the organization, I'm just sorry you have to be one of the stepping stones to that part of my journey."
Doc opens a drawer to his desk and pulls out a silver box and places it on the top of the desk. Upon opening you can see it is a cigar box, to which Doc takes a cigar and cuts it, before cutting it and then lighting the end. He takes a couple deep drags before continuing on.
"Now let's start on me and Jonny's opponents. The almighty DRAUGR, the man who took my TV title away from me. Did you think I would forget about you buddy? Not for one second. We put on a hell of a match and when I was just about to end the whole fucking thing, the giant pussy known as The Sitcom came out and distracted me. I apparently have a history with being easily distracted. However, at this going home show for Clash, there will be no distractions, it will be all the people that I need to focus on in the ring. Which is very unfortunate for you, because you and Cipher are the sole focus of the match and when I'm in the fucking zone, there's no stopping me!"
Doc takes another drag off of his cigar, before going after the next person in his tag match.
"I'll admit, I don't know much about you Cipher, because frankly I don't really fuck with the tag division that much. I know that you came in and you quickly attached yourself to Kevin Bishop and then became the Tag Team champions. Was this a necessity, because you couldn't do shit on your own or did you just need the warm embrace of what you might consider family? Nevertheless, this tag match will be a little different than what you're used to. See you have to face Jonny Cedrone, who is a former Tag Team Champion himself, and well established competitor here in Action Wrestling. Then his partner, is well me, the man with the Midas touch. I've collected damn near every singles championship you can in Action Wrestling. We are two very capable wrestlers who can handle things on their own, but, and this is a very big BUT, if we can even just coexist in this match, both you and your little friend DRAUGR are fucking toast. Who knows, maybe when I'm done with the whole singles title chases in like ten years, maybe I'll dip down and grab those Tag Titles on my way out, you know do a whole Grand Slam champion thing out of my career. But let's not get ahead of ourselves, prepare yourself for a battle on Monday, because you've got a real test in front of you. I don't take this shit lightly, every match matters, because...THIS IS WAR!!!"
FADE TO BLACK!