Post by vudu on Nov 5, 2006 17:34:26 GMT -5
-=The scene opens up inside the locker room of A.J. Storm. Him, Davey, and Ashley are all sitting on chairs near the large metal lockers in the room. A.J. is dressed in baggy black jeans and a black shirt, his hair covering most of his face. Davey is wearing denim jeans, a white button up shirt, and a black tuxedo top. Ashley, is in her usual attire of a short skirt, and a tight top and high heels. A.J. and Davey are muttering to each other back and forth about something.=-
Ortega: What an idiot this guy Jake Hudson is. I mean, who the hell is that guy anyways? Biggs new boyfriend? Sounds like it, because all he does is run his mouth about people but doesnt have to balls to step in the ring with them. Whats Biggs problem, cant he talk himself? Does he need someone to speak for him? Idiots, both of them.
Storm: Yah, we would make good comedians? Possibly. Humor is another quality that Biggs doesnt possess. Just like wrestling talent. There qualities he lacks. So, Jakey boy says Biggs was in his locker room doing last minute exercises? I somehow dont buy that. I wouldnt be suprised if the guy just hauled ass away because he's scared. Anyways, its time we head to the ring.
-=A.J., Ortega, and Ashley stand up and exit the locker room. They walk through the backstage hallways ignoring the people that try to talk with them. "Twisted Transistor" blasts over the PA system. A.J. and Ortega first walk out onto the stage, Ashley remaining backstage. They both head down the ramp and slide into the ring. Ortega straightens his tux top as A.J. walks to the ring announcer and grabs his microphone away.=-
Storm: Cut the damn music. The reason I came out here tonight will become clear momentarily. You see, I am standing in the very ring where I will take on Biggs and some mystery parnter of his for the WCF Tag Team Championship. Theres a few things that have really been eating at me, and pissing me off. First, this Jake Hudson guy. I dont know who the hell this guy is or where he gets off talking shit to other wrestlers. Jake, all you are showing is that you can talk, why dont you get your ass in this ring with me and show me that you can do more than just talk? Your not my problem tonight, no, your buddy Biggs and one of his friends are my problem tonight, mine and Davey's problem. Like all problems, they have a solution, and tonight we will solve our problem. How will we do this? Easy, we will finally shut you up, and Biggs by destroying him and his partner in this very ring and taking those belts off of them. Another thing you stated Jake, that when I stated he isn't in his prime anymore, you said, quoting your exact words: "Honestly, the man has been on a winning streak." Is that supposed to impress me? Im on a winning streak too, and I dont plan on it ending tonight by some slack-jawwed hillbilly and a guy who doesnt have the nuts to reveal himself.
Ortega: Biggs, let me start off by saying you really need to have the balls to speak yourself and not hire some guy to do the talking for you. Are you going to hire someone to wrestle your matches and take a shit for you too? Really, grow up. If you cant even talk shit yourself, how the hell do you plan on standing up against us in a match. Honestly, I could care less who the hell your partner is. It isnt exactly scaring me or A.J. that this guy cares not to show himself. Wow, I mean, for all I know it could be, maybe The Hurricane! or Zach Gowen! Well, than Id have a real reason to be actually stepping in this ring tonight, since both of those previously stated men have at least the slightest bit of talent, unlike yourself. I feel embarrased to even have to wrestle against you and Mystery Man tonight. You know you arent better than either of us, and Mystery Man most likely isnt either.
Storm: So, Biggs could squash both of our skulls huh? Id like to see that happen, the only skulls that will be squashed tonight will be both of yours when I hit you both with the Reverse of Fate and turn your lights out. To this day, I havent seen you squash one persons skull, so I dont see how you, wait no, your mouth Jake, can make those type of claims. So um, you also won a Handicap Match when you had a mental disability? I guess being impotent and brain dead can be considered a mental disability, buuuut thats not important really, just slightly amusing. Hardcore Champion for six months? Impressive, how many ass cracks did you lick for that to happen? Many, enough to get you in the Guiness Book of Records for the biggest ass kisser. Also, eliminate us from this company? Nah, I seem to enjoy winning really. I think Ill make myself nice and cosey here in the WCF, so again, there you will fail as well. I hope your thoughts change about the Peoples Title because after me and Ortega take those belts off of you, thats about the only title youll have a chance to get. I dont give a shit if this guy is twenty nine years old, by the way, thats like a little old to wrestle, your bones become fragile with age, remember that. I dont care if this guy is as fast as lightning, it wont make a damn bit of difference, because Im always going to be quicker, and smarter than him. Yes, wrestling smarts is more important than speed, something that Biggs cant understand.
Ortega: Your going to let your partner get some action huh? I mean, besides the action you both have inside your locker room, well, all I got to say is bring it on. If he feels like digging his own grave, he can go right ahead. I dont think that well be licking dog shit off of our boots, we never have, and were not going to begin now, but youll be tasting our boots tonight you can be sure of that, so I guess I could say youll be licking the dirt of OUR boots.
-=Ortega drops the mic and him and A.J. exit the ring and head backstage as Twisted Transistor slowly fades. The camera cuts to a commercial.
