Post by docholiday on Aug 19, 2024 19:40:56 GMT -5
The scene opens up inside the office of ‘Holiday Enterprises’. The room is eloquent to say the least from the marble floor to the chandeliers that illuminate the lobby. In the middle of the room a large glass table sits between two black leather couches. Behind the mahogany desk sits Maserati, Doc's secretary, if you could even call her that. Our attention is soon diverted as you can hear a ding from the elevator door. Through the elevator doors walks a very beautiful woman about 5'4, skinny wearing a black power suit carrying a briefcase. She walks up to the front desk.
"Tell Mr. Holiday that I'm here to see him," the lady says.
"What's your name?" Maserati asks.
"Nataliya Burgos," the lady responds.
Checking the computer, "I don't think you have an appointm..."
Nataliya cuts Maserati off, "I don't need one."
The lady we now know as Nataliya walks through the door that leads to Doc's office, where he and Jens are kicking back bullshitting about things as usual. They are both caught off guard by someone all of a sudden bursting through the door. She strides confidently towards Doc's desk where she reaches out her hand.
"Hello Doc, let me introduce myself. My name is Nataliya Burgos, and I am going to be your new agent." she says with confidence.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. You can't just come in here and just say that you're going to be my new agent. I'm doing fine with my own negotiations so far" Doc tells Nataliya.
"Are you though?" She opens up the briefcase and grabs a piece of paper. "Have a look at my resume, you'll find that I'm more than capable of handling the job." Handing the paper to Doc.
Looking the paper over, "This is quite impressive, but I don't think I need someone cutting into what I make." Doc says setting the paper down.
"I'm familiar with your situation. You want what you're worth, but in my opinion you're worth more. With my help the sky's the limit." Natilya says with a confidence that is not just talk, it is something she believes.
"How will you help me?" Doc asks.
"By getting rid of dead weight" Natilya says in a somewhat cold tone.
"..." Doc isn't quite sure what she means.
Leaning in she pushes a button on the intercom system of the phone. It buzzes a couple times.
"Yes." Maserati chimes in from the front desk phone.
"Maserati, honey. This is Nataliya, we're going to have to let you go. Please pack your things and good luck in the future." Nataliya says with a very polite yet stern voice.
"OK, no biggie. I'm making more only OnlyCans anyways" Maserati says before hanging up.
"See?" Natilya says.
"I've been trying to do that for a year!" Doc says
"I'll need my own office," Nataliya says.
"Consider it done," Doc says, getting up to shake hands with her.
FADE TO BLACK
The scene opens back up inside Doc's office. It's just him alone in the office, void of any distraction. He sits in the brown leather chair behind his desk, which is turned around to view the Las Vegas cityscape below him. He is dressed in the usual black Armani suit, with a red flowing tie. He turns around and reaches into his desk and pulls out a cigar box complete with a cutter. He carefully chooses a cigar from the box and cuts it. He then reaches into his jacket pocket and grabs a lighter to light the cigar. He takes a couple puffs off the cigar.
"You know I've been on quite the journey here lately and thus far things have gone smoothly so far. I've traveled the world in a short 2 months and wrestled in some of the most prestigious organizations. I've wrestled some great competitors and came away with victories. That's why I came to Wrestle UK. I wanted to face what many people within the XHF network consider to be the toughest and most gritty competitor. Of course I'm talking about The Mighty Donzig. I called him out and now it's time for him to answer. It's time to see if he accepts or if I have to convince him to accept, albeit through what many will consider unconventional standards."
Doc takes a pull off the cigar and exhales with a smooth steady flow.
"But first, I have to take care of Otto Ritter. I would love to break you down piece by piece, brick by brick, but I simply don't know much about you and I can't find much about you. Which leaves me to believe you are nobody, which is OK, because wrestling me will make you someone. Your dance card is about to be full, because they will be calling you from all over the world to come wrestle for their company. The money, the fame, the notoriety, all of it will be yours, just because you took an ass beating from the best wrestler in the industry right now. I mean it truly works out in both of our favors, I showcase my skills and you learn what a world class wrestler is capable of. You're the stepping stone on my way to The Scourge, so if you have any idea or delusions of grandeur, snap back to reality. I have done things in this ring on my worst day that you couldn't do on your best day, and that's no lie. When you step inside the ring with me, I don't play with my opponents, I'm more of a Cobra, willing to strike at any moment, and when I do, it'll be too quick and it'll be too late. I've come too far and gave up too much to let you beat me, because you simply are not on the same playing field. Show up to the ring, or as I like to call it the battlefield and learn that...
THIS IS WAR!"
FADE TO BLACK
"Tell Mr. Holiday that I'm here to see him," the lady says.
"What's your name?" Maserati asks.
"Nataliya Burgos," the lady responds.
Checking the computer, "I don't think you have an appointm..."
Nataliya cuts Maserati off, "I don't need one."
The lady we now know as Nataliya walks through the door that leads to Doc's office, where he and Jens are kicking back bullshitting about things as usual. They are both caught off guard by someone all of a sudden bursting through the door. She strides confidently towards Doc's desk where she reaches out her hand.
"Hello Doc, let me introduce myself. My name is Nataliya Burgos, and I am going to be your new agent." she says with confidence.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. You can't just come in here and just say that you're going to be my new agent. I'm doing fine with my own negotiations so far" Doc tells Nataliya.
"Are you though?" She opens up the briefcase and grabs a piece of paper. "Have a look at my resume, you'll find that I'm more than capable of handling the job." Handing the paper to Doc.
Looking the paper over, "This is quite impressive, but I don't think I need someone cutting into what I make." Doc says setting the paper down.
"I'm familiar with your situation. You want what you're worth, but in my opinion you're worth more. With my help the sky's the limit." Natilya says with a confidence that is not just talk, it is something she believes.
"How will you help me?" Doc asks.
"By getting rid of dead weight" Natilya says in a somewhat cold tone.
"..." Doc isn't quite sure what she means.
Leaning in she pushes a button on the intercom system of the phone. It buzzes a couple times.
"Yes." Maserati chimes in from the front desk phone.
"Maserati, honey. This is Nataliya, we're going to have to let you go. Please pack your things and good luck in the future." Nataliya says with a very polite yet stern voice.
"OK, no biggie. I'm making more only OnlyCans anyways" Maserati says before hanging up.
"See?" Natilya says.
"I've been trying to do that for a year!" Doc says
"I'll need my own office," Nataliya says.
"Consider it done," Doc says, getting up to shake hands with her.
FADE TO BLACK
The scene opens back up inside Doc's office. It's just him alone in the office, void of any distraction. He sits in the brown leather chair behind his desk, which is turned around to view the Las Vegas cityscape below him. He is dressed in the usual black Armani suit, with a red flowing tie. He turns around and reaches into his desk and pulls out a cigar box complete with a cutter. He carefully chooses a cigar from the box and cuts it. He then reaches into his jacket pocket and grabs a lighter to light the cigar. He takes a couple puffs off the cigar.
"You know I've been on quite the journey here lately and thus far things have gone smoothly so far. I've traveled the world in a short 2 months and wrestled in some of the most prestigious organizations. I've wrestled some great competitors and came away with victories. That's why I came to Wrestle UK. I wanted to face what many people within the XHF network consider to be the toughest and most gritty competitor. Of course I'm talking about The Mighty Donzig. I called him out and now it's time for him to answer. It's time to see if he accepts or if I have to convince him to accept, albeit through what many will consider unconventional standards."
Doc takes a pull off the cigar and exhales with a smooth steady flow.
"But first, I have to take care of Otto Ritter. I would love to break you down piece by piece, brick by brick, but I simply don't know much about you and I can't find much about you. Which leaves me to believe you are nobody, which is OK, because wrestling me will make you someone. Your dance card is about to be full, because they will be calling you from all over the world to come wrestle for their company. The money, the fame, the notoriety, all of it will be yours, just because you took an ass beating from the best wrestler in the industry right now. I mean it truly works out in both of our favors, I showcase my skills and you learn what a world class wrestler is capable of. You're the stepping stone on my way to The Scourge, so if you have any idea or delusions of grandeur, snap back to reality. I have done things in this ring on my worst day that you couldn't do on your best day, and that's no lie. When you step inside the ring with me, I don't play with my opponents, I'm more of a Cobra, willing to strike at any moment, and when I do, it'll be too quick and it'll be too late. I've come too far and gave up too much to let you beat me, because you simply are not on the same playing field. Show up to the ring, or as I like to call it the battlefield and learn that...
THIS IS WAR!"
FADE TO BLACK
