Post by Biggs on Sept 12, 2006 21:44:08 GMT -5
Quote of the Day: "If all babies are cute, why are there so many ugly people in the world?" - Charles Barkley
JJ Biggs is sitting on the edge of his bed. The sun is penetrating a few cracks here and there caused by the structure of the curtains alignment on JJ's bedroom window. He is wearing only a pair of black Nike shorts as he rests his head in his palms; while his elbows rest on his thighs. A few moments past by before there is a knock at his bedroom door. The knock, though not very loud at all, causes JJ to pull his head up and grimace in pain. He sighs as he uses his hands to push himself up to his feet. He walks across the carpeted floor and he pulls open the door. As you may have guessed, Honey Valentine is standing in the doorway. She has a look of concern on her face as she rests her arm on his shoulder.
Honey Valentine: Are you feeling any better?
JJ Biggs: No. I feel worse than usual, actually.
Honey Valentine: I don't understand, JJ. Dr. Johnson told us that you are no longer suffering from a concussion. You were able to remember most of your match against Drake Kencedro and you weren't suffering from any migraines for about two days. All of a sudden, they just came back.
JJ Biggs: I know.
JJ turns around and he stumbles in the direction of his bed. Once again, he takes a seat on the edge of the mattress. Honey Valentine releases a long, drawn out sigh as she slowly walks in the direction of the bed, as well.
Honey Valentine: Are you going to do see Dr. Johnson again? We need to find out what's wrong with you.
JJ Biggs: I don't know. I don't have any time this week because I have to continue my training if I'm going to be prepared to step back into the ring this week. I was thankful that the WCF Management gave me last week off, but I didn't do anything to keep myself in shape. So, this week, I have a lot of ground to make up.
Honey Valentine: We're talking about your health, JJ. You need to make time to go visit Dr. Johnson. We need to find out what is causing all of these migraines that you're getting every single day!
JJ Biggs: Listen Honey, I know what I'm doing. I'm going to go head down to the Gym so I can get prepared for my match this Sunday.
Honey Valentine: Please go see the doctor before you go, JJ....
JJ Biggs: I already told you, Honey. I don't have any time. I'll go to his office first thing after Slam when I fly back to Miami.
Honey Valentine: Whatever.
Honey stands upright and she storms out of the bedroom.
JJ Biggs: Yeah, whatever.
JJ remains on the edge of the bed for a few moments. Eventually, he climbs to his feet, throws on some clothes, and he leaves the house on his way to "Jake's Gym" to prepare for his match against the "Suicide King" Chad Allen!
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[glow=blue,2,300]20 Minutes Later[/glow]
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JJ Biggs' Black 2006 Chevrolet Avalanche pulls into the parking lot of "Jake's Gym." JJ drives slowly through the parking lot, searching patiently for an available parking space. Eventually, Biggs discovers a parking spot and he pulls into it. He turns off the engine and he sits in the vehicle for a few moments. A camera has been placed on the dashboard directly in front of him and he raises his head and begins to speak.
JJ Biggs: "The Suicide King" Chad Allen! You know those shirts that you're always wearing? The one that says, "Kill Yourself." I think you need to do all of us a favor and do what the shirt says. That's your little catch phrase, isn't it? Well, I'm serious. You see, if you did what I asked, we wouldn't have to watch your boring ass wrestle. When you're in the ring, you move like an ogre. Maybe all of that alcohol you consume is to blame for you lack of talent. Do you drink all of that alcohol because you realize that you're a worthless piece of shit and the only time you can actually feel good about yourself is when you're not sober? That's it, isn't it? That's why you have the clever nickname, "The Suicide King." It's because you are suicidal and you decided the best way to kill yourself would be to step into the squared-circle with people that actually know what they are doing. Well, I will give you what you want at Slam. I will rip your heart out of your chest, stomp on it, and then shove it down your throat. Why? Because I can.
You like talking about sexual transmitted diseases, eh? You see, I am not baggin' Honey Valentine. In fact, she's only living with me until she finds a place of her own. So, since you seem to think she has some kind of diseases, I'm guessing you're the one that gave them to her? It's probably the complete opposite of what the situation should be. To make money for your many failed attempts at suicide, you were whoring yourself on the corner. Honey must have been drunk and maybe she paid you a few bucks. Damn, you have diseases, a foreigner as a friend, a drinking problem....no wonder you're suicidal.
To finish this off, I can't wait until Sunday. I'm going to show you why I'm a former WCF World Heavyweight Champion. I'm going to show you why I dominated this company from the moment I signed on the dotted line. I'm going to show you why I'm born better than every other worthless piece of trash on this roster, with the exception of Team of Treachery members. So, once you feel the devastation of my signature move, you will have been shown all of the above......
JJ stares into the camera for a moment before opening his car door. He exits the vehicle, slams the door closed, and slowly makes his way towards the Gym. He opens the door and he's amazed to see all of the people inside. Jake Hudson, wearing a gold and black jogging suit, is leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. JJ slowly makes his way in the direction of Jake.
JJ Biggs: Damn, what did you do? There's never been more than ten people in this place.
Jake Hudson: I have no idea, man.
JJ Biggs: I see. Am I going to be able to get any training in?
Jake Hudson: Sure, sure. How's your head?
JJ Biggs: It hurts like a bitch.
Jake Hudson: I see. Let's go to my office. I have some medication in there that may help ease the pain. Tylenol, Advil, whatever. It's like state law to have that medication in case somebody injures themselves or something. I don't know, I just think it's a way for the government to make us spend money we don't need to.
JJ Biggs: Indeed. So, are any of these people look as if they have any potential?
Jake and JJ slowly begin to make their way towards Jake's office. Jake thinks for a moment and eventually he slowly begins to scan around the Gym. Once he finds who he was looking for he points with his index finger. JJ looks over in that direction and he sees a man doing a series of sit-ups with two of Jake's assistants. One of them is holding the man's feet and the other is tossing a medicine ball into the man's chest each time he sits upright.
Jake Hudson: He's managed to impress me, man. He's been training for the last two days. It's unbelievable, he's only stopped to piss and eat. Either he's just focused on working on his body or he's hoping somebody will notice him. I've even had the honor of seeing him spar with another man in the ring. He was flying around it as if he was Superman. Jumping from corner to corner and all of that shit.
JJ Biggs: So he's wreckless?
Jake Hudson: Not really. He was flying, but he was flying with class. He wasn't even close to injuring himself.
JJ Biggs: I see.
Once they arrive at Jake's office, he unlocks the door and walks into the room. Biggs looks over at the man training furiously. He chuckles to himself before walking into the office and closing the door behind him.
JJ Biggs is sitting on the edge of his bed. The sun is penetrating a few cracks here and there caused by the structure of the curtains alignment on JJ's bedroom window. He is wearing only a pair of black Nike shorts as he rests his head in his palms; while his elbows rest on his thighs. A few moments past by before there is a knock at his bedroom door. The knock, though not very loud at all, causes JJ to pull his head up and grimace in pain. He sighs as he uses his hands to push himself up to his feet. He walks across the carpeted floor and he pulls open the door. As you may have guessed, Honey Valentine is standing in the doorway. She has a look of concern on her face as she rests her arm on his shoulder.
Honey Valentine: Are you feeling any better?
JJ Biggs: No. I feel worse than usual, actually.
Honey Valentine: I don't understand, JJ. Dr. Johnson told us that you are no longer suffering from a concussion. You were able to remember most of your match against Drake Kencedro and you weren't suffering from any migraines for about two days. All of a sudden, they just came back.
JJ Biggs: I know.
JJ turns around and he stumbles in the direction of his bed. Once again, he takes a seat on the edge of the mattress. Honey Valentine releases a long, drawn out sigh as she slowly walks in the direction of the bed, as well.
Honey Valentine: Are you going to do see Dr. Johnson again? We need to find out what's wrong with you.
JJ Biggs: I don't know. I don't have any time this week because I have to continue my training if I'm going to be prepared to step back into the ring this week. I was thankful that the WCF Management gave me last week off, but I didn't do anything to keep myself in shape. So, this week, I have a lot of ground to make up.
Honey Valentine: We're talking about your health, JJ. You need to make time to go visit Dr. Johnson. We need to find out what is causing all of these migraines that you're getting every single day!
JJ Biggs: Listen Honey, I know what I'm doing. I'm going to go head down to the Gym so I can get prepared for my match this Sunday.
Honey Valentine: Please go see the doctor before you go, JJ....
JJ Biggs: I already told you, Honey. I don't have any time. I'll go to his office first thing after Slam when I fly back to Miami.
Honey Valentine: Whatever.
Honey stands upright and she storms out of the bedroom.
JJ Biggs: Yeah, whatever.
JJ remains on the edge of the bed for a few moments. Eventually, he climbs to his feet, throws on some clothes, and he leaves the house on his way to "Jake's Gym" to prepare for his match against the "Suicide King" Chad Allen!
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[glow=blue,2,300]20 Minutes Later[/glow]
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JJ Biggs' Black 2006 Chevrolet Avalanche pulls into the parking lot of "Jake's Gym." JJ drives slowly through the parking lot, searching patiently for an available parking space. Eventually, Biggs discovers a parking spot and he pulls into it. He turns off the engine and he sits in the vehicle for a few moments. A camera has been placed on the dashboard directly in front of him and he raises his head and begins to speak.
JJ Biggs: "The Suicide King" Chad Allen! You know those shirts that you're always wearing? The one that says, "Kill Yourself." I think you need to do all of us a favor and do what the shirt says. That's your little catch phrase, isn't it? Well, I'm serious. You see, if you did what I asked, we wouldn't have to watch your boring ass wrestle. When you're in the ring, you move like an ogre. Maybe all of that alcohol you consume is to blame for you lack of talent. Do you drink all of that alcohol because you realize that you're a worthless piece of shit and the only time you can actually feel good about yourself is when you're not sober? That's it, isn't it? That's why you have the clever nickname, "The Suicide King." It's because you are suicidal and you decided the best way to kill yourself would be to step into the squared-circle with people that actually know what they are doing. Well, I will give you what you want at Slam. I will rip your heart out of your chest, stomp on it, and then shove it down your throat. Why? Because I can.
You like talking about sexual transmitted diseases, eh? You see, I am not baggin' Honey Valentine. In fact, she's only living with me until she finds a place of her own. So, since you seem to think she has some kind of diseases, I'm guessing you're the one that gave them to her? It's probably the complete opposite of what the situation should be. To make money for your many failed attempts at suicide, you were whoring yourself on the corner. Honey must have been drunk and maybe she paid you a few bucks. Damn, you have diseases, a foreigner as a friend, a drinking problem....no wonder you're suicidal.
To finish this off, I can't wait until Sunday. I'm going to show you why I'm a former WCF World Heavyweight Champion. I'm going to show you why I dominated this company from the moment I signed on the dotted line. I'm going to show you why I'm born better than every other worthless piece of trash on this roster, with the exception of Team of Treachery members. So, once you feel the devastation of my signature move, you will have been shown all of the above......
JJ stares into the camera for a moment before opening his car door. He exits the vehicle, slams the door closed, and slowly makes his way towards the Gym. He opens the door and he's amazed to see all of the people inside. Jake Hudson, wearing a gold and black jogging suit, is leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. JJ slowly makes his way in the direction of Jake.
JJ Biggs: Damn, what did you do? There's never been more than ten people in this place.
Jake Hudson: I have no idea, man.
JJ Biggs: I see. Am I going to be able to get any training in?
Jake Hudson: Sure, sure. How's your head?
JJ Biggs: It hurts like a bitch.
Jake Hudson: I see. Let's go to my office. I have some medication in there that may help ease the pain. Tylenol, Advil, whatever. It's like state law to have that medication in case somebody injures themselves or something. I don't know, I just think it's a way for the government to make us spend money we don't need to.
JJ Biggs: Indeed. So, are any of these people look as if they have any potential?
Jake and JJ slowly begin to make their way towards Jake's office. Jake thinks for a moment and eventually he slowly begins to scan around the Gym. Once he finds who he was looking for he points with his index finger. JJ looks over in that direction and he sees a man doing a series of sit-ups with two of Jake's assistants. One of them is holding the man's feet and the other is tossing a medicine ball into the man's chest each time he sits upright.
Jake Hudson: He's managed to impress me, man. He's been training for the last two days. It's unbelievable, he's only stopped to piss and eat. Either he's just focused on working on his body or he's hoping somebody will notice him. I've even had the honor of seeing him spar with another man in the ring. He was flying around it as if he was Superman. Jumping from corner to corner and all of that shit.
JJ Biggs: So he's wreckless?
Jake Hudson: Not really. He was flying, but he was flying with class. He wasn't even close to injuring himself.
JJ Biggs: I see.
Once they arrive at Jake's office, he unlocks the door and walks into the room. Biggs looks over at the man training furiously. He chuckles to himself before walking into the office and closing the door behind him.
