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Sweating it out; The uncertainity of your future is sometimes beyond your control
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Topic Started: Dec 9 2012, 01:30 AM (134 Views)
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Doc.Holiday
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Dec 9 2012, 01:30 AM
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[August 14th, 2012]
The scene opens up inside a doctor's room. The white walls are covered a few cliché paintings of hay fields and wildlife scenery. As the camera pans around a familiar face appears, former NEWera World Champion, Doc Holiday. He is dressed in black snap pant which cover up part of the cast on his right foot and a black NEWera t-shirt. Sitting in the chair next to him is his personal assistant Emma McKnight, dressed in dress slacks and a black sweatshirt. Both have a look of concern on their face, but neither speak a word, they just stare off in space. Soon a man with white hair and black frame glasses opens the door, he's dressed in a white labcoat that reads “Dr. Bellwether”. As he sits down he looks at the manila envelope in front of him. He glances over it a few times before he speaks.
Dr. Bellwether: Desmond, I'm gonna be real frank here. The tests I see here are very vague.
Doc: What do you mean vague? You're a doctor figure it out!
Dr. Bellwether: Well the way the x-ray was taken it shows the fibula as completely fractured, but the way your knee is swollen I'm lead to believe you may have also tore some ligaments. We'll know more when we do an MRI scan.
Leaning his head back Doc closes his eyes and slowly exhales. The stress was getting to him, was this the end of a career that was just beginning?
Doc: How soon can I get the MRI done?
Dr. Bellwether: I spoke with an MRI Specialist earlier this morning and scheduled you an appointment for this afternoon.
Fade to black.
[August 16th, 2012]
The scene opens up inside Doc's office inside the beautiful offices of Ramos Industries. Doc assumes his usual position behind his grand mahogany desk and across from him his manager Jens Jett. Doc is dressed in plain white t-shirt and blue Nike snap pants, seeing as jeans won't accommodate to jeans. Jens as usual is dressed in a gray Armani suit. Jens looks at Doc as looks out into the city's skyline.
Jens: What's wrong partner?
Doc: Nothing.
Jens: Somethings gotta be on your mind.
Doc: I just don't want to over analyze anything.
Jens: You're trying to not think of what may or may not be.
Doc: Exactly.
Silence falls amongst them again. The future of a promising career hung in the balance of a phone call. Again Jens breaks the awkward silence.
Jens: You going to let me sign your cast?
Doc: Fuck no, what are you 12?
Jens: Come on, broheim. It's a cast everyone gets their cast signed.
Doc: OK, don't draw any gay shit like a penis or anything
Jens pulls out a marker.
Doc: Aren't you Johnny on the spot.
Jens: I bought this in the gift shop in the hospital after you broke your leg.
Doc rolls his eyes as Jens signs his cast.
“Bro's 4 Life Jens Jett”
Just then the phone rings. Doc hits the speaker phone
Doc: Yo.
A lady on the phone responds.
Lady: Desmond?
Doc: Yes.
Lady: This is Dr. Lahval. I had a chance to go over your MRI. I have some good news and bad news.
Doc's mind begins to race, a rush of panic comes over him.
Dr. Lahval: You didn't tear any ligaments, but you did however tear some cartilage.
Doc looks relieved as he knows that a return to the ring will be in his future
Doc: So I'm looking at a scope and then rehabbing for a couple months?
Dr. Lahval: I can get you in for a scope as soon as the swelling goes down.
Doc: Thank you.
Dr. Lahval: You're welcome. Just call the office as soon as that happens.
Doc: Alright bye.
Dr. Lahval: Bye.
Doc hangs up the phone and a smile crosses his face as the scene fades to black.
[Present Day]
The scene opens up with Doc inside the boxing ring of his private workout center. The lights around the ring are out and a a lone spotlight shines on the ring. He stands there shadow boxing in place, White Nike shorts and Black Nike Boxing shoes. Sweat rolls off as he throws a jab, jab, straight right, left uppercut, right hook all crisp and on target to an opponent that doesn't exist, he bobs lefts and weaves back right and throws another combination of jabs and hooks. He's focused. This has been all he could think of for the past 3 months. A way back to what he loved. Combat. Pure and simple. It's always been in his blood to fight his way to the top. Even when he wrestled at Iowa, sure it was a privilege to be part of a team and a program that has claimed 23 National Titles. It wasn't good enough for him, he didn't want to be complacent, no he wanted to be a National Champion. His return to NEWera was the same way, he wanted to be a Champion again even if the road had been long and rough. Doc stopped and caught his breath before looking into the camera he had set up ringside.
Doc: The face of NEWera has changed since my short absence. We went from a cowardly pussy of a World Heavyweight Champion to a little prima donna bitch champion. The North American title went to someone who was barely making it on the lower tier of the card. The British Title has become the No-Limit Championship, which I thought stood against the class of our organization, but apparently since we have a new owner we must throw away the whole foundation on which our organization was built on. However, I must say they have definitely kept one thing very clear, the TV title is still the stepping stone to bigger and better things, and Tombstone definitely has the talent to make a splash in NEWera. I guess what I'm saying is that things are just not the same anymore and the whole landscape has changed in such a short amount of time and I think the fans and the locker room don't know what to think of it yet. We could be on the brink of something spectacular or it could be the apocalypse of what was once a great organization. Maybe with my return I can lead us into the promise land like before, because we all know that James Stall is not the answer, he is only the beginning of our problem.
Doc takes a drink of his water that is sitting at ringside.
Doc: Getting that out of the way, I must talk about my return match against my mentor Bombtrack. I sure have come a long way since that fateful night in the GSWA facilities where Bombtrack approached me with advice on how to release my potential. At first I thought I knew it all and I ignored his plot to help me, but eventually I came the realization that maybe he knew what he was talking about after all. I knew that to reach the top I had to align myself with someone who had success in the big leagues and who better than NEWera's newly crowned World Champion? Under Bombtrack's guidance I became GSWA first and only World Champion, he helped me make what looked like a formidable opponent look like he belonged in a high school gym federation. He helped me release what some might call “My Dark Passenger”. With this new freedom, I stopped caring and started doing. If something stood in my way, I attacked and eliminated the threat. If the rules needed bending, I bent them to my favor. I was taught that there was no mercy, because If I was merciful I would be taken advantage of. This prove to be very true, because when I made it to NEWera I let my guard down and Bombtrack was right there to show me not to trust anyone.
Doc smiles a little bit and laughs thinking about that moment, before he continues talking.
Doc: It was a humbling experience, a guy who basically taught me everything about the industry made one thing clear to me. 'You are now a threat to me' So from there on out I watched my back and never spoke that much to Bombtrack. Then at Fear Itself I turned the tables back on him and made him and Savate kicked him when he got a little mouthy. Was it jealousy that made him like that? I don't know, I don't talk to him about that anymore. We have had our ups and downs in the past, but all I know is that when we face each other at Main Event 3, this will be a marquee match. It won't be for a title, it won't be a contenders match, it will be for the simple statement of respect. It will be two former World Champions trying to figure out who is better. At one time Bombtrack was the superior superstar here in NEWera, but once I won my World Title I solidified myself as an equal. At Main Event 3 we will see if the student has truly become the master or if the master is still the master. Either way I still respect Bombtrack and I will keep this as classy as possible and I know he will do the same. When you tune in Saturday you know that THIS IS WAR!
The scene fades to black as Doc takes another drink from the water bottle.
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