Dear Dr. Silver

[The Second Coming]

If we can get away from the individuals crying out for a past-his-prime veteran and a rookie with less than a year's experience to acknowledge them and validate their existence (what a strange combination to emulate), I believe I was first in line.

You threw the gauntlet, and I picked it up - are you man enough to follow through?

 

[The Great Eye]

(FADEIN: Doc Silver still in front of the same #OpenPromo curtain. Same outfit as before.)

DOC: Yeah Second Coming, you get to get crushed by me. I'll talk to the peons that run the Castor Strife Magic Machine figure out the arena, ticket prices and all the rest of that nonsense so we can get a show up and running where you get to be laid out and brutalized by yours truly. Now gimme one quick second to yell at the morons who couldn't find their courage until a woman had jumped in line ahead of them.

Box guy. You're supposedly a legend in your little hole in the ground, but rest assured all that means is that you're the hobo with the gold plated shopping cart in the parking lot of the local Wal-mart. You are king of the hobos but you're still a hobo. Fact is that you're a big fish in a small pond and that makes you think you matter, but you never did and you never will. Maybe if you're really lucky you can get on the Doc/Second Coming show and earn a payday that'll let you order large pizzas with two toppings for a few weeks.

Now trust me I'd have spent a far longer period of time making fun of you but your little buddy showed up and he really took the cake.

And you, Mr. Faceless Defiance T-Shirt wearing asshole. You're truly the biggest mark in the world. I give you a platform to sell yourself, to hype your skills to the world and rip mean old me a new asshole, and instead you hide in the shadows wearing a t-shirt for a company. What a bought and paid for company man you are, what a stupid bastard. You know Defiance won't give a shit out about you after you blow out your knee for the forth time, or when you can't pass a concussion protocol, or the x-rays on your neck say you have to retire. These companies exist to make giant piles of money while you break your body for pennies on the dollar and rather than see the system for the scam it is you decide whore yourself for one of these companies. You are the saddest of all creatures, a slave yearning for his shackles and finding comfort in his chains. If I wasn't so busy laughing at how stupid you are I'd cry over how pathetic humanity still is.

You and Box can sign up for the show or you can wait in line for a crack at me later, I really don't care because in the end this is all about me and the rest of you are just puppets on strings that dance when I tell you too.

(FADEOUT)

 

[Ulfric]

You’re damn right I wear this shirt with pride, Doc, ‘cause there is a legacy behind DEFIANCE that someone like you could never understand.

But that word, those letters are more than just a logo on a t-shirt. They’re branded in the flesh, tattooed on the bones, they’re the fuckin’ DNA that makes up each and every DEFIANT.

Tragic thing about it, is that you don’t even deserve ta hear the story. You haven’t earned the right ta learn the why of it all for the same god damned reason that you chose to face a rookie instead of a guy you knew would tear ya ta shreds.

What’s wrong Doc?

Did the steal in my voice get ya quakin’?

Did somethin’ I said make those shriveled up old cojones shrivel up just a little bit more?

I get it, I do, you saw the War God and you went pale…

Then you heard the icy conviction in my words and that old ticker of yours damn near gave out.

Guess I can understand it. It was never a real match ya were after; just something ta make ya relevant for a minute or two; some bullshit spotfest on a two-bit show that might air somewhere between Piranacanda and vacuum cleaner ads.

Hope that works out for ya.

But ifn ya ever want a real challenge, Doc, yer gonna have ta drag yer sorry old ass over ta DEFIANCE, ‘cause I’m done wastin’ my time with assholes who are all bluster n’ bullshit, ‘til the time comes ta lace ‘em up n’ fight.

Guess the real problem is you can’t even reach ‘em anymore, can ya Doc. That spare tire done lapped over so far ya need a GPS just ta find yer dick so ya can take a piss.

That’s the real reason ya wanted ta face Miss Second Chance, ain’t it. Yer hopin’ she’ll drop to ‘er knees 'n find it for ya again.

 

[The Second Coming]

Hi, Ulfric.

Seems to me, the fact that you and Charlie didn't respond to Dr. Silver until after I'd answered his challenge would say to me that you're the ones who are afraid. Why didn't you answer Silver's challenge right away? Why did you wait until someone else had done it?

I have a theory.

With Doc's challenge accepted, you could be free to wave your Defiance flag without fear of having to back it up. You could propagate the myth of Defiance relevancy without having to show that it's all smoke and mirrors.

Go home, Ulfric - you don't deserve to wrestle on our show.