Post by Biggs on Mar 12, 2007 17:11:15 GMT -5
The sun is out, which means the weather is quite nice for this wonderful day in March. Jake Hudson's 2006 Red Chevrolet Corvette is currently speeding down Interstate One after just recently leaving the airport after arriving back in Miami, Florida. "The Greatest" JJ Biggs, fresh off yet another title defense, is sitting in the passenger seating staring out of the window. And of course, he has the WCF Television Championship resting safely in his lap. Biggs clears his throat before checking the Rolex on his left wrist.
"The Greatest" : When are you going to let me drive this car, Jake?
Jake Hudson: Never. I've seen the way you drive. There is absolutely no way in hell that I'm going to allow you to get behind the wheel of my baby.
As the last word leaves Hudson's mouth, a vehicle cuts in front of him after driving onto the interstate. Hudson almost loses control of his "baby" and he has to struggle to stay on the road!
Jake Hudson: Son of a bitch!
"The Greatest" : And you talk about my driving?
Jake Hudson: Fuck you. That wasn't my fault. I can't believe they actually allow people like that to have a fucking license!
"The Greatest" : I can't believe they allow people like YOU to have a fucking license. You have an attitude problem, Jake. I don't understand why. Maybe it's because you weren't born great like myself. If that is indeed the reason, there is no need for you to act this way.
Jake Hudson: Why don't you stop talking in my ear so I can drive? Why don't we try that? Because you're starting to get on my nerves, JJ.
"The Greatest" : Fine, whatever.
Hudson proceeds driving his Corvette as Biggs goes back to looking out the window. Is it wrong to be great? Honestly. Is it? No? Didn't think so.
Jake Hudson: Are you ready for War?
"The Greatest" : Didn't you just say you don't want to talk while you're driving?
Jake Hudson: I changed my mind. So, are you ready for War?
"The Greatest" : Of course I am! I'm "The Greatest" JJ Biggs! People who ever never met me and people who have never watched wrestling know my name. People actually prefer to eat a piece of my shit than to eat a steak. Can you believe that? Everyone wants to have my great looks. They all want my talent. But, I'll tell you one thing, they'll never have any of them. I am just too good at life in general. God created man, and then he created me. I'm a complete replica of God. He and I, we can do no wrong. We do nothing less but the best. He and I, we're true champions. People like all of the entrants in this War VII match and people like Jack of Blades fit into that "man" category. They're ordinary. Dull. Weak. Pathetic. People like them don't belong in a company like this. Creeping Death, Bobby Cairo, Lawnmower Jones, and so on are embarrassments.
I bet men like that look at themselves in the mirror and they realize that they don't have what it takes to honestly beat an unstoppable force like myself. It brings tears to their eyes because they realize that no matter how many steroids they take, or how hard they train, or how much they suck Seth Lerch's dick, they'll never make it to the top.
Given, you have people like the aforementioned Creeping Death who has been to the top of the mountain. Where is he now? He's in this ridiculous Modern Cutting Edge division? What the hell is that? Most of these Modern Cutting Edge division matches open all of the shows. They are usually the first match of the night. When you look up at the stands, people aren't there. They don't even start showing up until the end is near for those matches. People at home don't even turn on their televisions until fifteen minutes after the show is set to begin just to make sure they don't have to sit through the Modern Cutting Edge division. It's worthless. Creeping Death is worthless. And I'm not worried about him as competition.
Sure, Bobby Cairo has been to the top of the mountain, also. Who brought him back to reality, though? Who? Me. That's who. He was high on life. Taking drugs, drinking alcohol, doing back-flips, watching beautiful past matches of myself. You know, all of that fun stuff. But after stepping into the ring with myself I stopped all of that. He was no longer having fun. And he disappeared for a while. And how can you blame him? I embarrassed him on television in our match. Cairo finally decided to come back after a lengthy hiatus. Did you actually think everyone would forget what a big joke you are, Cairo? No. The fans don't forget. More importantly, I don't forget.
As for Lawnmower Jones, I respect the man somewhat. He and I used to be part of Team of Treachery together, but you can only give a man who sticks his dick in a lawnmower so much respect. He's a former WCF Television Champion. He'll never rise above that title. So, after I win War VII this Sunday, and then proceed on beating whomever is the WCF World Heavyweight Champion, I'll gladly give him the WCF Television Championship.
There are many others in this match. That's a conversation for another day, Jake. I'm ready for this match. I want this match. This is the opportunity I've been waiting for. I've almost forgotten what it feels like to be on top of the world. And in a matter of months, I will be back on top. They know it, and I know it.
Jake Hudson: Well, I'm happy to hear that, JJ. We have a lot of training we have to do this week, though. I want to work on your stamina the most. We have no idea at this point when you're going to be entering that match at War VII. If worst comes to worst and you start the match off, we need to make sure you have enough in the tank to last long enough to defeat the other nineteen men.
"The Greatest" : Yeah, I agree. Good call, Jake. I knew I kept you around for a reason.
Suddenly, they can't help but hear a loud pounding. It sounds like it's coming from behind them as Jake glances up at his mirror and Biggs turns around. The pounding continues and then they look at each other.
"The Greatest" : Honestly. Tell me you didn't put that prostitute in the trunk?
Jake Hudson: What? Hell no, man. I have no idea who's back there.
"The Greatest" : All right, man. Let's get off at this exit so we can see what's going on.
Jake Hudson: Okay, sounds good.
Jake slowly changes lanes and he exits the interstate. He turns right and slowly makes his way down the road before pulling into a restaurant parking lot. He pulls into a park place just right outside of the entrance and he turns off the ignition. Jake exits the vehicle through the driver's door, and Biggs exits the vehicle through the passenger's door. But before Hudson closes the door, he presses a button inside of the vehicle which opens the trunk. Once they get back there, they find Jose Jose, squeezed tightly into the compact trunk, staring up at them.
Jose Jose: Jose Jose?
"The Greatest" : What the hell are you doing in the trunk, man?
Jose Jose: Jose Jose want to wrestleeee!
Jake Hudson: No. Jose Jose wants to get his smelly ass out of my damn trunk!
Biggs glances over the trunk door and he notices someone standing next to the passenger side of Hudson's vehicle. He starts walking up to the front of the car when the man reaches into the car quickly, grabs the WCF Television Champion, and takes off across the parking lot. Biggs glances at the man running, then looks back into the car, and then turns around looking at Hudson.
"The Greatest" : What the hell? Did..did..did you see that mother fucker?
Biggs says no more as he takes off on a sprint in the direction of the man who stole his belt. Hudson looks at this in disbelief.
Jake Hudson: Shit. Get your ass out Jose. We have to go!
Jose finally manages to squeeze out of the trunk and Jake slams it shut. The two of them take off running trying to catch up to Biggs, who is trying to catch up to the man who has his title.[/b]
To be continued...
"The Greatest" : When are you going to let me drive this car, Jake?
Jake Hudson: Never. I've seen the way you drive. There is absolutely no way in hell that I'm going to allow you to get behind the wheel of my baby.
As the last word leaves Hudson's mouth, a vehicle cuts in front of him after driving onto the interstate. Hudson almost loses control of his "baby" and he has to struggle to stay on the road!
Jake Hudson: Son of a bitch!
"The Greatest" : And you talk about my driving?
Jake Hudson: Fuck you. That wasn't my fault. I can't believe they actually allow people like that to have a fucking license!
"The Greatest" : I can't believe they allow people like YOU to have a fucking license. You have an attitude problem, Jake. I don't understand why. Maybe it's because you weren't born great like myself. If that is indeed the reason, there is no need for you to act this way.
Jake Hudson: Why don't you stop talking in my ear so I can drive? Why don't we try that? Because you're starting to get on my nerves, JJ.
"The Greatest" : Fine, whatever.
Hudson proceeds driving his Corvette as Biggs goes back to looking out the window. Is it wrong to be great? Honestly. Is it? No? Didn't think so.
Jake Hudson: Are you ready for War?
"The Greatest" : Didn't you just say you don't want to talk while you're driving?
Jake Hudson: I changed my mind. So, are you ready for War?
"The Greatest" : Of course I am! I'm "The Greatest" JJ Biggs! People who ever never met me and people who have never watched wrestling know my name. People actually prefer to eat a piece of my shit than to eat a steak. Can you believe that? Everyone wants to have my great looks. They all want my talent. But, I'll tell you one thing, they'll never have any of them. I am just too good at life in general. God created man, and then he created me. I'm a complete replica of God. He and I, we can do no wrong. We do nothing less but the best. He and I, we're true champions. People like all of the entrants in this War VII match and people like Jack of Blades fit into that "man" category. They're ordinary. Dull. Weak. Pathetic. People like them don't belong in a company like this. Creeping Death, Bobby Cairo, Lawnmower Jones, and so on are embarrassments.
I bet men like that look at themselves in the mirror and they realize that they don't have what it takes to honestly beat an unstoppable force like myself. It brings tears to their eyes because they realize that no matter how many steroids they take, or how hard they train, or how much they suck Seth Lerch's dick, they'll never make it to the top.
Given, you have people like the aforementioned Creeping Death who has been to the top of the mountain. Where is he now? He's in this ridiculous Modern Cutting Edge division? What the hell is that? Most of these Modern Cutting Edge division matches open all of the shows. They are usually the first match of the night. When you look up at the stands, people aren't there. They don't even start showing up until the end is near for those matches. People at home don't even turn on their televisions until fifteen minutes after the show is set to begin just to make sure they don't have to sit through the Modern Cutting Edge division. It's worthless. Creeping Death is worthless. And I'm not worried about him as competition.
Sure, Bobby Cairo has been to the top of the mountain, also. Who brought him back to reality, though? Who? Me. That's who. He was high on life. Taking drugs, drinking alcohol, doing back-flips, watching beautiful past matches of myself. You know, all of that fun stuff. But after stepping into the ring with myself I stopped all of that. He was no longer having fun. And he disappeared for a while. And how can you blame him? I embarrassed him on television in our match. Cairo finally decided to come back after a lengthy hiatus. Did you actually think everyone would forget what a big joke you are, Cairo? No. The fans don't forget. More importantly, I don't forget.
As for Lawnmower Jones, I respect the man somewhat. He and I used to be part of Team of Treachery together, but you can only give a man who sticks his dick in a lawnmower so much respect. He's a former WCF Television Champion. He'll never rise above that title. So, after I win War VII this Sunday, and then proceed on beating whomever is the WCF World Heavyweight Champion, I'll gladly give him the WCF Television Championship.
There are many others in this match. That's a conversation for another day, Jake. I'm ready for this match. I want this match. This is the opportunity I've been waiting for. I've almost forgotten what it feels like to be on top of the world. And in a matter of months, I will be back on top. They know it, and I know it.
Jake Hudson: Well, I'm happy to hear that, JJ. We have a lot of training we have to do this week, though. I want to work on your stamina the most. We have no idea at this point when you're going to be entering that match at War VII. If worst comes to worst and you start the match off, we need to make sure you have enough in the tank to last long enough to defeat the other nineteen men.
"The Greatest" : Yeah, I agree. Good call, Jake. I knew I kept you around for a reason.
Suddenly, they can't help but hear a loud pounding. It sounds like it's coming from behind them as Jake glances up at his mirror and Biggs turns around. The pounding continues and then they look at each other.
"The Greatest" : Honestly. Tell me you didn't put that prostitute in the trunk?
Jake Hudson: What? Hell no, man. I have no idea who's back there.
"The Greatest" : All right, man. Let's get off at this exit so we can see what's going on.
Jake Hudson: Okay, sounds good.
Jake slowly changes lanes and he exits the interstate. He turns right and slowly makes his way down the road before pulling into a restaurant parking lot. He pulls into a park place just right outside of the entrance and he turns off the ignition. Jake exits the vehicle through the driver's door, and Biggs exits the vehicle through the passenger's door. But before Hudson closes the door, he presses a button inside of the vehicle which opens the trunk. Once they get back there, they find Jose Jose, squeezed tightly into the compact trunk, staring up at them.
Jose Jose: Jose Jose?
"The Greatest" : What the hell are you doing in the trunk, man?
Jose Jose: Jose Jose want to wrestleeee!
Jake Hudson: No. Jose Jose wants to get his smelly ass out of my damn trunk!
Biggs glances over the trunk door and he notices someone standing next to the passenger side of Hudson's vehicle. He starts walking up to the front of the car when the man reaches into the car quickly, grabs the WCF Television Champion, and takes off across the parking lot. Biggs glances at the man running, then looks back into the car, and then turns around looking at Hudson.
"The Greatest" : What the hell? Did..did..did you see that mother fucker?
Biggs says no more as he takes off on a sprint in the direction of the man who stole his belt. Hudson looks at this in disbelief.
Jake Hudson: Shit. Get your ass out Jose. We have to go!
Jose finally manages to squeeze out of the trunk and Jake slams it shut. The two of them take off running trying to catch up to Biggs, who is trying to catch up to the man who has his title.[/b]
To be continued...
