The Doc is Takin' a Ride...

Here Comes the REIGN Again...

Bobo is 'training' in the west area of the semi-reconstructed warehouse by swinging cinderblocks from chains in some sort of gauntlet... When they're all going at a decent clip, Bobo marches through them. The camera stays on him, and we can hear the operator muttering about witnessing a suicide... The first block swings at Bobo's head, but he whips off a backhand punch that changes its momentum abruptly.... Bobo continues to march.

Hello, my intended...

Well, well, well, has it been thirty days already? It must be, since I'm treated to the deluded ramblings of this part-timer - or more accurately, this wannabe... You just don't have any idea what you wanna be, do you? One second a T+A bodyshop monkey, one second some sort of 'toughguy', one second a one-man press kit... What's it gonna be? What hat do y0u plan to wear, anyway? In short... What's UP, Doc? Heh.

While you have the firm grasp of the obvious required to see that I am a force unbridled, even you cannot be so self-deluded as to believe you can do anything about it. Ever. However, even IF you were threatened WITH retirement more than Dusty Rhodes, I sincerely doubt it was voiced by another of my caliber. That aside, I'm sure you HAVE been in more scraps than the average BOBite... Scraps with HMOS, scraps with malpractice lawyers, hell even scraps from the table... But what does that mean? What do all your 'sold out barns' mean in the Big Picture? Here's a hint - besides retire, something ELSE Virgil Runnels is unable to do...

Bobo keeps moving, and a cinderblock hurtles towards him...

Cameraman: Bobo, look out!

Bobo punches the block into fragments, and the chain bounces harmlessly off his shoulder.

Answer: SQUAT.

You presume much, Doc. I already told you that I'm not hiring, so SPARE me the recitations of your resume'. We know you talk some tough stuff, even when you're supposed to stay silent... But hell, how can you expect a liar to keep his obligations, right? Heh. The reason I REALLY compare you to Flair is that you're both SORRY, TIRED and ANNOYING to listen to. Luckily, with the WCW seeming prepared to create a Seniors Division, he will have someone JUST as wretched and tired as he to kick him around the ring. You, on the other hand, will not. You will have ME to kick you around the ring, and believe me, Doc, you're NOT going to walk away from it under your own steam. I PROMISE.

Bobo keeps moving, and a third cinderblock bears down... Bobo headbutts it away and continues to march.

Now, before I get into the fact that 'capice' hasn't got an 's', let me tell you that you'd be MUCH better off part-timing somewhere ELSE. Say, the Kwik-E-Mart... Mind you, I think it's commendable that through creative scheduling you've turned an impressive string of minimum wage jobs into the appearance of a 'chic' lifestyle... However, this is but ONE of your illusions that I will bring to an end. I figure when you're crying and begging for me to stop twisting off your arms and legs, that should dissolve that 'toughguy' facade nicely. Mind you, your impersonation of the Church Lady was pretty spot-on... But I digress.

Watch all you want, Doc. Your REAL lesson is ahead of you... Study up.

The last cinderblock flies at Bobo and shatters against his skimmer. There is no reaction, save from the cameraman...

Cameraman: Holy SHYTE!

Get your ticket ready, Doc. Too bad it's not round trip, huh?

You're welcome... See you SOON.

(The camera fades...)

Cameraman: How the hell did you DO that?

Mind over matter, kid. If you don't mind, it don't matter. Heh.

Cameraman: I feel sorry for Dr.Plants...

Why should YOU be different?