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Babe Ruth, Joe Namath, Cassius Clay; I called my shot...
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Topic Started: Oct 6 2011, 09:33 AM (166 Views)
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Doc.Holiday
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Oct 6 2011, 09:33 AM
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The scene opens up inside a night club, loud music blasts over speakers as people amongst the crowd dance to the music playing. Two men stand in the DJ booth with the DJ. Two very recognizable characters. Doc Holiday and his manager Jens Jett. Doc Holiday stands there, dressed in his black “NEWera's Saving Grace” shirt and a pair of faded black Calvin Klein jeans, the TV title strapped securely around his waist, and Black Jordan shoes. Jens on the other hand dressed in an all black Armani suit. They look at the crowd as it looks to be having a great time.
Jens: Why are you wearing that around your waist? Everyone wears it over there shoulder.
Doc: Easier to hold a drink when its around your waist
Doc grabs his drink off the DJ Booth.
Jens: Touche
Doc: Ramos is paying for this right?
Jens: That's what Emma said, but can we really trust that skank?
Doc: Jens, she takes a lot of the load off of you
Jens: She'd probably take a load from me
Doc: Stop that shit.
Jens doesn't say anything only takes a drink from his glass as he looks at the crowd.
Jens: Lots of fine women out there tonight, I plan on taking one home tonight
Doc: It's a numbers game, homie and the numbers are in our favor, but then again they are always in my favor, no matter what.
Doc looks over at Jens, who has already started looking for that certain girl to take home.
Doc: Shall we?
Jens: We shall
The current song is about to come to its end, Doc nods to the DJ.
“Kush rolled, glass full, I prefer the better things Niggas with no money act like money isn't everything I'm having a good time, they just trying to ruin it Shout out to the fact that I'm the yougest nigga doing it”
The opening lyrics to “Up All Night” by Drake flows through the system as the crowd whistles and hollers a bit. Doc steps in front so that the crowd can see him.
DJ: Ladies and Gentleman of NEWera, the man we're all here to see tonight! He is a man of many names, The Phoenix, Mr. Money, Pretty Boy, NEWera's Saving Grace, but tonight you can call him your TELEVISION CHAMPION!!!
The crowd cheers for him, which you might find a bit funny, but the thing is, Doc is well respected amongst colleagues and friends, but to the fans he's arrogant and a prick, the typical bad guy. To his friends in NEWera, Doc is hard worker and very well the future of the company.
DJ: DOC HOLIDAY!
As Doc and Jens walk down the stairs the camera pans over to see several NEWera stars, out on the dance floor, Zoe McDraven is in attendance out on the dance floor. As well as Chris Rollz dancing with two scantily clad white bitches, Doc raises his glass to Rollz, cracking a smile at him, Doc just shakes his head as Rollz gives a head nod. Making his way through the crowd Doc see's “The Good Doctor” dancing with some women as well. Even Michael Storm is here throwing downs some of funky dance moves. Everyone is celebrating in some way or another, some for Doc and others for themselves. All of a sudden Doc is picked up in the the air.
Nathan Blaster: GOOD JOB! THANKS FOR THE FREE BOOZE!!!
Nathan sits him back down on his feet
Doc: No problem homie, make sure you call a cab or something big homie.
Blaster doesn't hear anything that Doc says and downs the rest of his beer bottle. Doc continues strolling through the club. As he strolls through the club he see's Alissa LaCroix out on dance floor enjoying the atmosphere, Doc winks at her as he walks by, she smiles, but brushes it off. Doc walks continues strolling, noticing that his manager Jens must have gotten lost in the shuffle or maybe he was dancing up on some hot girl. Doc spots a couple of his friends standing by a high rise table. The men at the table? None other than Silver Electro and Xavier Magnus. Doc walks over to them. Placing his drink on the table so he can talk to the men
Doc: Gentleman, great to see you out tonight.
Xavier: Wouldn't miss an opportunity to party and mingle with some of the finest women in Boston
Doc: A lot of em out there homie, better go get out on one soon
Xavier: That's the plan.
Silver: Great job out there tonight, proving yourself out there more and more every time. Keep it up.
Doc: Thanks, next stop World Title homie. But I gotta get another drink. Enjoy yourself gentleman, it's a celebration!
Doc downs the rest of his drink and starts making his way to the bar, on his way to the bar he spots Zenna and Linnea dancing and grinding on one another. Doc walks up and gets in the middle of them making a “Doc Sandwich”
Doc: Reverse Oreo ladies!
The girls laugh at Doc as he dances with them. Doc moves and turns to the women
Doc: Good to see you ladies out here
Zenna: I think we're fine as long as this doesn't turn out to be like the Hard Rock
Doc: I don't think it will we got some good guys on QC tonight
Linnea: That's good, we wouldn't want another lil rapey running around
Doc: No we don't, but enjoy the rest of the night ladies, I gotta get another drink!
With that Doc continues on, all of a sudden he see's probably THE ONE person he does not want to see tonight at all. NEWera Ring Announcer, Penny Lane! Doc turns the other way hoping not to get noticed.
Penny: Doc!
Doc turns around slowly, knowing he has been caught by this crazy stalker bitch.
Doc: Hey girl, how's it going?
Penny: Good, how come you haven't called me back? The number you gave me doesn't exist.
Doc: Oh, ummmm
Thinking of something real fast, but what do you tell a bitch that you don't want to see again?
Doc: Are you sure you wrote the number down right?
Penny: I think so, let me check
Penny flips her phone up. What's on her screen? A photoshopped picture of her and Doc with a big heart around the two of them. She pulls up his contact information.
Doc: Oh yeah, you switched those two around.
Penny: Oh!
Doc: Yeah call me later
Doc winks at her and walks away, once out of view he just shakes his head about it. He pulls his phone out of his pocket apparently he has a message of sorts. Penny? Fuck no! You know he gave that bitch another fake number. The message reads
From: Bombtrack "Hey Doc. Big win my young apprentice. You're well on your way to joining the big boys."
Doc continues his way toward the bar, but before he can make it there he runs into NEWera Owner, Travis Blaine. Blaine holds his hand out to shake Doc's hand.
Blaine: Congratulations on winning the TV title and beating one of the toughest guys in NEWera
Doc: Thanks, but I wouldn't say toughest guy in NEWera, I think there's tougher out there.
Blaine: This is why I signed you, confidence. Just keep on doing what your doing, we expect big things out of you.
Doc: I don't disappoint Mr. Blaine, you know that. I deliver results and someday I WILL BE WORLD CHAMPION
Blaine: That seems to be the consensus out there
Doc: It's the truth, now if you excuse me Mr. Blaine, I've been trying to get a drink for the last 30 minutes
Blaine: By all means go ahead, celebrate. Just do me a favor and don't let me see you snorting an Eight Ball off this thing later
Doc: I'm no Chris Rollz, but there is no promise that it'll be off when I'm hittin' some bitch doggy style tonight
Doc finally makes his way to the bar, but standing there is NEWera World Champion, Outkast. He stands there dressed in a sports coat over an Affliction t-shirt, faded ripped denim jeans, and white polo shirt, quite the trendy for the champion of NEWera. Outkast appears to be ordering a drink as Doc stands next to him waiting for the bartender to notice him.
Outkast: I'll have a water
Doc: A water, huh?
Outkast: I don't drink anymore
Doc: I see.
Outkast: Congratulations on the first big step tonight
Doc: Thanks, but it's not exactly what I’m gunning for.
Outkast: Oh really, what are you gunning for?
Doc: That belt you got, homie. I haven't accomplished anything til I have it around my waist.
Outkast: Keep doing what your doing and you'll be there.
Doc: Oh I know I'll be there, when that time comes, be prepared homie
Outkast: I'll be prepared, don't worry. Just don't let me down Doc.
The bartender brings back Outkast a bottle of water and Outkast steps away from the conversation.
Doc: Give me a vodka and redbull
About 2-3 minutes passes by before Doc is given his drink. All of the sudden the DJ music stops and the DJ comes over the stereo.
DJ: Doc Holiday please report to the stage, give these people something to remember this night by. I mean other than that case of herpes by one of these fine bitches you hired to come dance.
Doc walks through the crowd as the music starts playing again. Once he makes his way through the crowd, he steps up onto the stage where he is handed a mic from the DJ. Doc takes a second as the music fades. Looking out amongst his colleagues, friends and employer, he looks down at the floor then back at the crowd and begins to speak.
Doc: Babe Ruth, Joe Namath, Cassius Clay, and Myself. What do we all have in common? I called my shot. I told you all I would beat Matt Starr, I knew it would happen. I knew from the time I beat Adam Jones that I was going to win the TV title and I knew I would face Matt Starr for the title. Then I told the whole world I would beat Matt Starr tonight, and I proved to all the nay-sayers that Doc Holiday is a force to be reckoned with here in NEWera.
Now no one in NEWera can state anything about my record. I beat the former number one contender to the World Title. A man who defended this title three times, and was so close to beating a record held by a man I beat, “RAW” Randy Altzer, but apparently he's not credible. To say Matt Starr underestimated me is not true, Matt knew what I was capable and I beat him fair and square in the middle of that ring, how's that for making a statement?
Now to whoever's next I say this to you. Be prepared, because unlike you, I've proven that I'm here to win and I am a force to be reckoned with. You definitely need to bring your A game, actually scratch that, your game has to be A+. That's what I bring to you, so If you want to take this belt from me, plan on going to war. This title is only the beginning of what I'm going to accomplish in NEWera and you all know it. So with that, I welcome all challengers who want to come take this title away from me. So whoever you are that I face at Fear Itself...BRING IT!
Travis Blaine walks up on stage and whispers something into Doc's ear.
Doc: WHAT THE FUCK?!? I HAVE TO FACE STARR AGAIN! SERIOUSLY I JUST BEAT THAT NIGGAS ASS! THIS IS LIKE ADRIAN FLYNN ALL OVER AGAIN! CAN'T I FIGHT SOMEONE NEW AND NOT BACK TO BACK!?!?
FUCK IT THAT NIGGA CAN GET IT AGAIN!
The camera fades to black as Doc rages about fighting Starr again.
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