Post by Doc on Jul 20, 2013 23:32:44 GMT
It seems like everyone and their pet monkey has something to say about what’s going on between Doc and Angel.
Well let’s cut to the chase here, Amber.
Did I say that there was anything going on between you and Angel? Did I even imply it? Yet you’re too fucking stupid to understand the point I was making. I never said that Angel was giving your ass a workout in more ways than one. All I did was observe what was happening on TV, for the whole world to see, which was Angel – a man who whose wife had just left him, a man who if he cared about her would have been tracking her down and begging for forgiveness, was instead on television showing no sadness or grief whatsoever – instead he was flirting around with you like the two of you were in the high school playground.
But nah, that was far too complicated a message for you to understand. All you wanted was an opportunity to get on TV telling big bad Doc how you would kick his ass if he so much as mentioned your name again. I understand trying to gain a little attention by talking about me, since I’m more famous than you’ll ever be unless you pull down your hot pants and reveal a set of balls. But let me get one thing straight. In the company I came from, women used to wrestle men. And if you think I’ve got a problem taking some brain dead diamond in to the ring and showing her the reason women aren’t allowed to wrestle men around here then just try and give me that beating. I’ll put you flat on your back quicker than Cable Arcane, and in the words of Alex Jones, curb stomp curb stomp curb stomp (we heard you the first time Alex) until that gaping crater between your skinny little legs is so mushed up that Angel’s going to think you’ve just given birth to triplets when he eventually gets up in you. So if you ever want to legitimize your silly little threats to me, first prove you can beat my sister in the ring. And if, after that, if you still think you can give me a beating?
I’ll be happy to smack your mouth shut so bad that you’ll be walking around backstage looking like a 1950’s Italian American housewife.
Well let’s cut to the chase here, Amber.
Did I say that there was anything going on between you and Angel? Did I even imply it? Yet you’re too fucking stupid to understand the point I was making. I never said that Angel was giving your ass a workout in more ways than one. All I did was observe what was happening on TV, for the whole world to see, which was Angel – a man who whose wife had just left him, a man who if he cared about her would have been tracking her down and begging for forgiveness, was instead on television showing no sadness or grief whatsoever – instead he was flirting around with you like the two of you were in the high school playground.
But nah, that was far too complicated a message for you to understand. All you wanted was an opportunity to get on TV telling big bad Doc how you would kick his ass if he so much as mentioned your name again. I understand trying to gain a little attention by talking about me, since I’m more famous than you’ll ever be unless you pull down your hot pants and reveal a set of balls. But let me get one thing straight. In the company I came from, women used to wrestle men. And if you think I’ve got a problem taking some brain dead diamond in to the ring and showing her the reason women aren’t allowed to wrestle men around here then just try and give me that beating. I’ll put you flat on your back quicker than Cable Arcane, and in the words of Alex Jones, curb stomp curb stomp curb stomp (we heard you the first time Alex) until that gaping crater between your skinny little legs is so mushed up that Angel’s going to think you’ve just given birth to triplets when he eventually gets up in you. So if you ever want to legitimize your silly little threats to me, first prove you can beat my sister in the ring. And if, after that, if you still think you can give me a beating?
I’ll be happy to smack your mouth shut so bad that you’ll be walking around backstage looking like a 1950’s Italian American housewife.
"Hey Doc. Good workout?"
I wipe the sweat from my forehead and throw the towel back my in gym back. I look round and see my little sister, Jennie, smiling at me.
"You know me Jennie."
"I do.. but that's why I came. You know the doctor warned you about getting enough rest. It's not good for your back to be working out every day like this. Look, I know this week is a big match for you, but there's no point in killing yourself before you even go out there."
I can't help a little laugh. No matter how many years she spends around this business, nothing can spoil her innocence.
"Listen Doc, I'm serious. To be honest with you, you shouldn't even have to wrestle this match. It's bullshit! How can Angel just get away with abusing his power like that?"
I pick up my gym bag and hoist it over my shoulder. I look at my sister for a minute, pondering.
"You know what Jennie? You're absolutely right. I love it when you give me these great ideas."
"Uh-oh, what are you planning now?"
"Well - this match is bullshit. And let's face it, what does Angel have left in this world? He doesn't have a family, he doesn't have his wrestling career. All he has, is this job in IWF. For now at least."
"Wait, you're not going try and-"
I shoot her a wink and leave the locker room without saying another word. It's time I met up with the boss.
I have to wonder how Alex Jones and Gjenrei first reacted when they heard Angel's announcement.
For the past two weeks, Angel has tried to stack the deck against me. It started one on one against an NCW Hall of Famer.. but Angel soon realized that I’ve hired better wrestlers than Davey Ortega to mow my front lawn. So the next week he put me in the same team as a man whose biggest enemy was the special guest referee... hoping that I would be left alone in the ring to fend for myself. That didn't work either. So now, he's finished with the subtleties. Now I really am left to fend for myself. And you know what that tells you Alex, Gjenrei.. ?
He didn't think you were good enough to stop me on your own.
So as much as much as AJ "The Flaming Ego" Phoenix gets on TV and says he doesn't want this.. he doesn't seem to be able to understand that his so called friend, the head of his division, is basically admitting that until AJ gets a talent transplant, he isn't up to the level required to face me one on one. And despite what you may think Alex, my ego isn't that big. I know that my chances going in to this match are slim to none. But you know what? The fact that Angel has stacked the deck so much in your favour just to give you a chance of beating me.. you guys have nothing to gain, and everything to lose. Me? I'm expected to get smacked around like a teenage schoolgirl. And if I do, I do. It isn't going to make Angel's wife and son go back to him.
And I've already proved I’m better than you two just by being booked in this match.
And that’s something that gives me great satisfaction. Because as much as I love winning – and believe me, I love winning – if there’s one thing in this world that I enjoy even more, it’s bruising Alex Jones’ ego. Of course, we’re not supposed to believe that AJ has a big ego any more. We’re supposed to pretend that the last ten years that we’ve had to suffer listening to him blabber on about how he’s beaten this guy and that guy every single week because he couldn’t think of anything better to say never happened. What, you think people are actually believing this whole reformed character bullshit you’ve got going on? Please. They’re buying it about as much as they’re buying hookers from www.chickswithaids.com. Not only did you do a splendid job of looking like a jackass by contradicting yourself the other week and admitting that you don't believe in honour in repsect any more, you've now managed to look even more idiotic by continuing the whole honour thing as if those words never came out your lips.
Well let me tell you something AJ. I want to accept your apology. I do. I want so so bad to walk up to you backstage and slap you on the back and ask how the hell you've been and when we're next going to meet up for a soft drink. Because at the end of the day, whether we like it or not, we're two of the last wrestlers around from a company that defined an era in this business. A place where we enjoyed some of the highs and lows of our careers, together. But just when I feel like maybe I should extend the olive branch, I hear from my sister that you've approached her and tried to suggest that I'm lying about Angel taking advantage of Jennie.
You've got some fucking balls kid, you know that?
You think thats honourable? You think that's showing me respect? You talk about facing me in a handicap match like its the worst thing you can put a human being through since Auschwitz. But it's totally ok for you to make up some bullshit story to my sister about how I'm a liar that, if she were to believe, would make her never speak to me again for as long as she lived.
Totally logical.
So let me sum this up for you. You want to know the reason why I'm more respected than you AJ? It's not because I'm more talented. It's not even because, as you say, I'm arguably the best to ever step foot that ring. Thanks for that by the way. Next time you plan on sucking my dick so hard on TV let me know in advance.
I'll get some tissues ready, save your face getting all messy.
Nah, if you want to know the reason why - rewind my promo to the beginning. Watch how I called out a young women and threatened to kick her ass an you'll find exactly why I'm more respected than you. I'm an asshole AJ, I don't give a flying fuck about anyone who a) isn't my family or b) can't help me win a wrestling match. I'm that guy who used to take your lunch money in school then finger your sister and rub my hand in your face so you had to taste her trout sandwich. And at the end of the day, I don't try and be anyone else. I've been through every up and down life could possibly throw at someone in the last 10 years - but I've shown always had a camera there in my face, warts and all. And people like that AJ, because they know what's real. I'm a genuine person. Some hate me, but they respect me. But you.. all you've ever come across as is an attention seeking whore who resorts to any tactic he can to get people to notice him. And then, in the end, when you get tired keeping up you're latest chriade.. we always - always - end up seeing AJ the egomaniac asshole back on our screens.
No matter how nice you pretend to be.
I knock on the door and enter. It's exactly as I imagined it to be. Massive desk, expensive paintings on the wall.. and I thought I was well paid.For the past two weeks, Angel has tried to stack the deck against me. It started one on one against an NCW Hall of Famer.. but Angel soon realized that I’ve hired better wrestlers than Davey Ortega to mow my front lawn. So the next week he put me in the same team as a man whose biggest enemy was the special guest referee... hoping that I would be left alone in the ring to fend for myself. That didn't work either. So now, he's finished with the subtleties. Now I really am left to fend for myself. And you know what that tells you Alex, Gjenrei.. ?
He didn't think you were good enough to stop me on your own.
So as much as much as AJ "The Flaming Ego" Phoenix gets on TV and says he doesn't want this.. he doesn't seem to be able to understand that his so called friend, the head of his division, is basically admitting that until AJ gets a talent transplant, he isn't up to the level required to face me one on one. And despite what you may think Alex, my ego isn't that big. I know that my chances going in to this match are slim to none. But you know what? The fact that Angel has stacked the deck so much in your favour just to give you a chance of beating me.. you guys have nothing to gain, and everything to lose. Me? I'm expected to get smacked around like a teenage schoolgirl. And if I do, I do. It isn't going to make Angel's wife and son go back to him.
And I've already proved I’m better than you two just by being booked in this match.
And that’s something that gives me great satisfaction. Because as much as I love winning – and believe me, I love winning – if there’s one thing in this world that I enjoy even more, it’s bruising Alex Jones’ ego. Of course, we’re not supposed to believe that AJ has a big ego any more. We’re supposed to pretend that the last ten years that we’ve had to suffer listening to him blabber on about how he’s beaten this guy and that guy every single week because he couldn’t think of anything better to say never happened. What, you think people are actually believing this whole reformed character bullshit you’ve got going on? Please. They’re buying it about as much as they’re buying hookers from www.chickswithaids.com. Not only did you do a splendid job of looking like a jackass by contradicting yourself the other week and admitting that you don't believe in honour in repsect any more, you've now managed to look even more idiotic by continuing the whole honour thing as if those words never came out your lips.
Well let me tell you something AJ. I want to accept your apology. I do. I want so so bad to walk up to you backstage and slap you on the back and ask how the hell you've been and when we're next going to meet up for a soft drink. Because at the end of the day, whether we like it or not, we're two of the last wrestlers around from a company that defined an era in this business. A place where we enjoyed some of the highs and lows of our careers, together. But just when I feel like maybe I should extend the olive branch, I hear from my sister that you've approached her and tried to suggest that I'm lying about Angel taking advantage of Jennie.
You've got some fucking balls kid, you know that?
You think thats honourable? You think that's showing me respect? You talk about facing me in a handicap match like its the worst thing you can put a human being through since Auschwitz. But it's totally ok for you to make up some bullshit story to my sister about how I'm a liar that, if she were to believe, would make her never speak to me again for as long as she lived.
Totally logical.
So let me sum this up for you. You want to know the reason why I'm more respected than you AJ? It's not because I'm more talented. It's not even because, as you say, I'm arguably the best to ever step foot that ring. Thanks for that by the way. Next time you plan on sucking my dick so hard on TV let me know in advance.
I'll get some tissues ready, save your face getting all messy.
Nah, if you want to know the reason why - rewind my promo to the beginning. Watch how I called out a young women and threatened to kick her ass an you'll find exactly why I'm more respected than you. I'm an asshole AJ, I don't give a flying fuck about anyone who a) isn't my family or b) can't help me win a wrestling match. I'm that guy who used to take your lunch money in school then finger your sister and rub my hand in your face so you had to taste her trout sandwich. And at the end of the day, I don't try and be anyone else. I've been through every up and down life could possibly throw at someone in the last 10 years - but I've shown always had a camera there in my face, warts and all. And people like that AJ, because they know what's real. I'm a genuine person. Some hate me, but they respect me. But you.. all you've ever come across as is an attention seeking whore who resorts to any tactic he can to get people to notice him. And then, in the end, when you get tired keeping up you're latest chriade.. we always - always - end up seeing AJ the egomaniac asshole back on our screens.
No matter how nice you pretend to be.
"Doc! Come in! Please, take a seat."
I shuffle across the room and take a seat across the desk from the IWF CEO, putting on my best puppy eyes and hoping he's going to eat up whatever I throw at him.
"Mr. De Montfort, I have to apologize.."
"Apologize? For what?"
"For coming to your office under these circumstances. You see, I haven't been in the best condition recently."
"No? But I thought the doctors cleared you-"
"No no, it's not that Mr. de Montford. It's.. I've been a nervous wreck in these past few weeks. I can't sleep at night, I can hardly eat, let alone train. You see sir, it's about the head of your cruiseweight division.."
"Ah."
Simon leans back in his chair, narrowing his eyes as he listens to every word.
"Ever since I came to this company, Angel has tried to make my life a living hell. Just look at the matches he's been putting me in - with my injury record, I could end up crippled any week at this rate. He's a loose cannon sir, I just don't feel.. safe.. in this company at the moment."
He stares at me across the desk, trying to read any signs of this being an act.
"Well, Doc. I have to say that attacking a member of our staff and then taking his family away from him is not a particularly good way to go about things.."
"But I-"
"However, I do agree that Angel has been abusing his power recently. I want you to leave this with me Doc.. but you have my word. I'll speak to Angel, and this behaviour will not be tolerated."
I break in to a smile, trying to force myself not to look too happy.
"Thank you Mr. de Montfort. I always knew you were a fair man."
Well howdy there pardner.