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She's not a whore, She's a Ring Announcer
Topic Started: Jan 20 2012, 07:02 PM (192 Views)
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NEW Era's Saving Grace
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The scene opens up in the familiar bedroom of NEW Superstar Doc Holiday. The room is dark, as the shades and curtains are drawn shut. Doc lays there in the bed, sheets covering the lower half of his body, his head facing the door. A young blonde lady lays next him, passed out as well, her arm draped across Doc's, her face buried in between pillows. Light bursts into the room all of a sudden, Emma McKnight appears in the doorway, clad in her usual black skirt and business jacket.

Emma: GET UP DOC! YOUR LATE

Doc's eyes open wide, shook for the fact that someone other than himself were there. Shielding his eyes from the bright light.

Doc: Emma? How the fuck did you get in here?

Emma: I have a key to your apartment, just like your maid, your cook and half the floozies that you sleep with.

The blonde looks up from the pillow, as her face is visible you can tell it is ring announcer Penny Lane>

Penny: I don't have a key...

Doc: There's a reason for that.

Emma: You need to get up, your already half an hour late

Doc: For what?

Emma: You have a photo shoot for Pro Wrestling Weekly and your not making a very good impression at the moment.

Doc: You didn't tell me anything about this Emma.

Emma: I left you two voice mails and two messages on your answering machine here, which I can tell by the pile of clothes that led me here.

Doc: I lost my cellphone somewhere last night, so your gonna need to pick me up a new one

Emma: What do I look like your mother?

Doc: You look like my assistant, now do your fucking job!

Emma's eyes light up as if they were on fire. An anger overcomes her.

Emma: No, Desmond, that's where your wrong! I work for Mr. Ramos, who you work for. So If you don't get your lazy ass up out of bed, you can kiss all of this nice shit that you have good bye!

Doc: Fuck, I'll get up, just calm the fuck down.

Doc slides out of bed, standing there naked as the day he was born. Emma just looks away from him in disgust.

Doc: Don't act like your not impressed

Emma: Oh please, your not my type

Doc: What you don't like black guys? You racist?

Emma: No, I don't date people who I have to take care of

Doc: Suit yourself. Speaking of that I better “Suit up!”

Doc walks over to the double doors of his walk-in closet. Flipping on the switch, on one side of the closet are assorted suit jackets and vests on one side, Undershirts and Pants on the other side, shoes on the floor of both sides. Built in dressers are at the end of the closet. Doc walks over and FINALLY puts some fucking underwear on. Doc walks out and looks at Penny Lane who lays passed out on the bed, he shakes his head, he looks into the hallway where Emma was, but is no longer there. He walks out to the living room where Emma sits on the couch about to turn on the TV

Doc: Just make yourself at fucking home your majesty

Emma: What else am I supposed to do while you get dressed?

Doc: Call her a cab for her, so she's out of here before we leave. She's fucking crazy, she still has the GSWA title I threw away.

Emma: Your the one that slept with the crazy bitch

Doc: Last night was crazy, me and York got blackout drunk. Shit happened.

Emma: So now that you have new playmates your gonna lose focus? Your gonna piss away everything you've worked for thus far by doing everything that you did in the beginning

Doc: Why not? I have not lost a singles match yet! Stall was pinned at Challenger Series not me!

Emma: Whatever keep making excuses, now go get dressed so we can go to the interview. I'll call a cab for your hooker.

Doc walks off, his voice trails as he leaves the room.

Doc: She's a ring announcer!

The scene fades to black

THE PHOTO SHOOT/INTERVIEW FOR PRO WRESTLING WEEKLY

The scene opens up inside a fairly large size room, a skinny, bald photographer sits on what appears on a bar stool, wearing the typical hipster black plastic framed glasses, a white shirt and blue designer shades. Standing in front of him there are two beautiful Latin women in white bikinis, on the black backdrop is a giant NEWera logo. All of a sudden through the door walks Doc Holiday and Emma McKnight. Doc is dressed in a grey Armani suit and matching aviator shades. As they step into the room, the tension is turned up high.

Photographer: Where in the fuck have you been? Your an hour late! I should cut you from the cover!

Doc: Yo, fuck it whatever you gotta do man, but the way it sounds you need more star power in your magazine, so until you make your mind up I'll be making my way out of the building

Doc turns around to walk out.

Photographer: Wait! Just get back here we'll get this shoot and you can move onto your interview and we can get you the fuck out of here.

Doc abruptly turns around.

Doc: Wait what the fuck? Get me the fuck out of here? You do know who the fuck your talking about right? I am NEWera's Saving Grace! I don't do these piddly ass magazine cover and interviews because I want to, I do them for exposure and so I can keep up appearances. So you can take that two thousand dollar camera and get the fuck on down the rode asshole.

Photographer: Excuse me?

Doc looks at Emma

Doc: Get his boss out here, I ain't dealing with this retard, not today, not ever.

Looks back over at the photographer. Emma walks out of the room into a hallway as Doc's conversation becomes heated with the photographer.

Doc: What's your name pal?

Photographer: Dimmesdale

Doc: Like the motherfucker from The Scarlet Letter? Man no wonder your a fucked up, egotistical, photographer.

Dimmesdale: What's your excuse?

Doc: The general public. The ones who root for wrestlers that actually give a fuck about what they think. I'm THE BEST thing to ever happen to NEWera and wrestling in a long time. Yet night in and night out I'm booed, because I refuse cater to there dancing and sing along catchphrases

Dimmesdale: Whatever, I'll just leave, I don't have to take this shit from you or anyone else.

Doc: Good luck finding work, buddy, I'm Doc Holiday, I KNOW MOTHAFUCKAS WHO KNOW MOTHAFUCKAS and I guarantee the only job you'll be getting is at Sears taking the same family portraits of rednecks and their 7 children.

Dimmesdale: I call your bluff

Doc: Consider it done pal.

Dimmesdale storms out of the room as the models stand there in shock at what they just witnessed. Doc just looks over at the ladies and smiles as they smile back almost nervously.

Doc: Don't worry ladies, I'd never do anything like that you.

Model #1: Thank god, you had me worried

Doc: Ya'll are too pretty to threaten.

Model #2: Oh stop! Your making us blush.

Doc: Oh come on, like you two don't know your pretty, your posing with me. I mean I could cover this by myself, but where's the fun in that?

Doc is interrupted by Emma and a man in about his mid 30's who wears a blue polo shirt with PWW in fancy script on the right breast. He looks confused as to why he's out here in the first place.

Man: What seems to be the problem Mr. Holiday?

Doc: Your photographer was being a total dick so I sent him on his way, so If you want to continue on with this interview you should probably get a hold of another photographer. Preferably someone who is not a douche waffle.

Man: That might be a little difficult to do, it'll probably take a couple hours to get one in studio, would you mind doing your interview shoot thing first?

Doc: Whatever man, I just wanna get this shit done so I can get home and play some Call Of Duty, ya dig?

Man: Alright let me go get Jason real quick and we'll proceed with getting the interview part of this feature out of the way. Ladies you may take a break, but stick around in case the photographer shows up.

The man exits the room and the two models head out of the room as well leaving just Doc and Emma in the room.

Emma: Did you really have to kick him out?

Doc: Fuck yeah I did, that mothafucka was being a little pussy.

Emma: You know your not always gonna get your way everywhere you go?

Doc: Oh yeah? Try me

Emma rolls her eyes.

Emma: Whatever.

A few moments pass before a young kid about mid 20's comes out in about the same attire as the man before. He carries a notepad and a tape recorder.

Kid: Hey I'm Jason

Doc: Yeah I gathered that much from your boss telling me he was going to get “Jason”

Jason: Alright well let sit down over here and get started

Doc and Jason walk over to a table that is set up nearby. On the table are a few cold cut sandwiches, a vegetable tray, and a couple other assorted trays of food. Doc grabs some grapes and picks a few off the cluster and eats them as Jason takes a couple seconds to set up.

Jason: So Doc, you're on quite the tear lately, your coming off winning the TV title for a second time, you've stopped everyone in your path, where do you see yourself amongst the NEWera Superstars in the coming year?

Doc: The top, there's nowhere to go, but up for me. I mean I keep knocking down everyone that Travis Blaine has put in front of me and its only going to keep going. Plus when The Syndicate behind me there's nothing, but good things that can happen for me.

Jason: Speaking of The Syndicate, why now? Why these guys? What's the ultimate goal?

Doc: Well I think that I had to bring together The Syndicate right now, because I'm at that point in my career where I need to surround myself with like minded individuals who want nothing more than to win by any means necessary. As for why these guys? I mean look at these guys, everyone of these guys has the tools to make it big in this organization, and with my guidance they can achieve the same success I have. And for as far as the ultimate goal? DOMINATION!!! And this is something everyone already knows is inevitable, just ask James Stall, he was the first one to feel the wrath of The Syndicate and he knows first hand the damage we're capable of.

Jason: Yes, he sure did, now that set up a big match for you at Evolution between you and James, What's the plan going into Evolution with an opponent like James Stall who's known for being a physically dominant wrestler?

Doc: Are you for real? Behind this big, bad, tough guy facade is a big pussy. James Stall has and always will be a bitch nigga. I have no remorse for the pain I'm going to inflict on him now until the end of our match at Evolution. So you want to know my gameplan? Me and The Syndicate are going to beat the living shit out of that nigga week in and week out, whether it be in a match or If I see that nigga roaming the halls. Little bitch still thinks he's some sort of bad ass just because he won the North American. I'm not impressed, because I should be holding that title instead of him, but I felt he deserved to get beat down instead.

Jason: So this week you face Ross Raines. What do you think of him?

Doc: Well I think he really concerns himself with too much shit that's out of his control, like this whole Zenna shit? Mothafucka who cares about anybody else, care about yourself! That's your weakness you care about people instead of helping yourself. You think I got where I am by helping everyone else? Fuck no, I got here by looking out for myself, but I know you might try to counteract me and say “But aren't you supposed to watch The Syndicates back?” These motherfuckers don't have to worry about that shit, we ride together we die together, we know that at anytime we may have to go into battle together.

Jason: So your saying that this is already in the bag?

Doc: Let me educate you in the Art of War Jason, Every battle is won or lost before it even start, and believe me Ross Raines has already lost, psychologically he's not ready for the war I'm going to bring. I'm going to attack every weakness he has, his neck, his emotions, his insecurities. I know he has his doubts about me and that's where he will take a turn for the worse, because I'll capitalize, I don't doubt msyelf, I know what I'm capable of in that ring. He on the other hand is too busy trying to save the damself in distress or making a reality TV show. Who knows nowadays, Ross Raines will just be another casualty of war!

Jason: So is there anything else you want to add before we exit?

Doc: Nah I'm good nigga

The scene fades to black as Doc sits there eating grapes.
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