Post by Biggs on Feb 24, 2007 19:51:13 GMT -5
"The Greatest" : I can't believe this shit.
Jake Hudson: What?
"The Greatest," who's sitting on the leather couch in his living room, throws a magazine across the living room which lands in the lap of Jake Hudson, who's sitting in a matching leather reclining chair. Hudson picks up the magazine and holds it a few inches away from his face.
Jake Hudson: "Hair-Pie?" I've never heard of this magazine before.
"The Greatest" : Me neither. Apparently it's a pornography magazine that focuses on a fetish certain people have which is: uncontrolled growth of the vaginal hair. And, I'm sure you recognize the woman on the cover?
Jake Hudson: No.
"The Greatest" : Wow. Just keep looking, it'll come to you eventually. It always does.
Hudson stares intently at the cover of the magazine for a few more minutes. Eventually, his eyes widen and he begins to frantically point at the woman on the cover.
"The Greatest" : There it is.
Jake Hudson: Nancy!
"The Greatest" : Indeed. I suppose that's the reason she quit working for the company.
Jake Hudson: Wow, I hope her kid doesn't look at this magazine.
"The Greatest" : Yeah. That would scar the poor bastard for life.
Jake Hudson: We didn't need her anyway, man. All of her ridiculous ideas on how to "improve" your company didn't do anything except cost us more money. Not only that, since we let her take creative control over your television station, your ratings have gone down drastically. She took all of the programming off that actually pulled people in. "Twenty Minutes, Twenty Positions With Jenna Jameson" on Sundays and she even took off your weekly television show! It's your channel, BiggsTV, so taking off your show is ridiculous!
"The Greatest" : I know. I've been working on putting those shows back on the air. Jenna Jameson isn't going to be available for two weeks, though.
Jake Hudson: Why?
"The Greatest" : Something about a Herpes breakout or something. I think she said the medication she usually takes to prevent the breakout is no longer working. She said she'll be good to go in two weeks, though.
Jake Hudson: I see. Well, we need to focus on your match against Conrad Howell at Till Death Do Us Part. Once you defend your title, then we'll go back to fixing your television station and everything else Nancy fucked up.
"The Greatest" : All right. Let's head to your gym, all right? It's been a long time since I've done any kind of training.
Jake Hudson: All right.
"The Greatest" gets up from the couch and he leaves the living room to go retrieve his gear. Meanwhile, Hudson gets to his feet and he looks at the magazine in his hand. He glances quickly down the hallway where Biggs disappeared as he slowly rolls the magazine up. He then slips it into his back pocket before Biggs returns to the room.
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"The Greatest" and Jake Hudson have just now arrived at "Jake's Gym" after a thirty minute drive. Jake walks into the facility first with Biggs right behind him. Jose Jose is in the corner of the facility mopping some sweat off of the floor. Biggs and Hudson make their way over to him.
"The Greatest" : How are you doing, Jose Jose?
Jose Jose: Jose Jose!
"The Greatest" : You're doing a great job, man. I know you're not getting paid any money, but at least Jake lets you sleep in the dumpster, right?
Jose Jose: Si..
"The Greatest" : I know you would love to have a decent home and a decent meal every once in a while, but the dumpster is the best we can do right now. It's better than living in Mexico, isn't it?
Jose Jose: Si..
"The Greatest" : You have no idea what I'm saying, do you?
Jose Jose: Si..
"The Greatest" : Would you like to me call immigration and have your ass shipped back to Mexico? You'll be living in a hut that smells worse than a dumpster and the only thing you'd have to eat and drink would be your very own shit and piss. You'd like that, wouldn't you?
Jose Jose: Si..
"The Greatest" : Shut the hell up. You're a fucking embarrassment. You came to America; and Jake and I showed you what it's like to have friends. Least you can do is learn English, you prick.
Jose Jose: Si..
"The Greatest" shakes his head before spitting on the floor. Jake smirks as the two walk away, leaving Jose Jose alone to continue mopping.
Jose Jose: Cague cabeza.
Jose Jose's insult was said too quietly to be heard by either Jake or Biggs. Jose Jose smiles before going back to his duties of mopping. Meanwhile, Biggs walks into the locker room to get changed into his training gear.
Minutes later, Biggs emerges wearing a pair of Nike gym shorts and a self-promotional "The Greatest" T-shirt. He walks over to Hudson, who's currently talking to an employee next to the wrestling ring in the center of the facility. Hudson finishes up as soon as Biggs arrives and the employee walks away.
Jake Hudson: Ready to do some training?
"The Greatest" : Not really.
Jake Hudson: Too bad. Stretch a little bit so that you don't pull a muscle or anything. I'll be waiting for you over by the punching bags.
"The Greatest" : Will do.
Hudson walks away and he goes over to the punching bag area just like he said he was. Biggs, however, is pondering whether he's actually going to make himself train or not.
"The Greatest" : Why should I train? Conrad, that question was directed to you. Really, why should I? It's not like I need to. Am I right? I know I am. You've done absolutely nothing since signing your contract with this company. You're probably the lowest paid wrestler under contract with this company. Doesn't that tell you anything? It should tell you that the talent you were born with doesn't match up to mine. Not even close!
Over the past few weeks you've been trying to get inside of my head. You think you succeeded by attacking Hudson? Well, he's out of the hospital after only two weeks and he's as good as new! He's back in my corner for our match this week. I'm well aware of the simple fact that "The Bodyguard" is going to be in yours. But that doesn't matter because I'm sure he'll be hesitant to get involved with this match after having his head smashed to the mat by a Biggs Implant!
This company doesn't have wrestlers good enough to face me. Seth Lerch and all of them fail to realize exactly how good I am. No, wait, how GREAT I am. Putting me in matches against you does nothing. You've been here awhile, but none of the WCF fans really know who you are. As far as they know, I'm defending my title against a local jobber or something. You're personally going to find out at Till Death Do Us Part that you're not good enough to be "great." Every dog has its day, Conrad. And this Sunday is going to be yours, my friend.
"The Greatest" does a couple of quick stretches before making his way over to Jake Hudson. Biggs starts punching the bag as the scene slowly begins to fade out. The following message appears on the black screen in white letters:
You..Don't..Have..What..It..Takes.
Jake Hudson: What?
"The Greatest," who's sitting on the leather couch in his living room, throws a magazine across the living room which lands in the lap of Jake Hudson, who's sitting in a matching leather reclining chair. Hudson picks up the magazine and holds it a few inches away from his face.
Jake Hudson: "Hair-Pie?" I've never heard of this magazine before.
"The Greatest" : Me neither. Apparently it's a pornography magazine that focuses on a fetish certain people have which is: uncontrolled growth of the vaginal hair. And, I'm sure you recognize the woman on the cover?
Jake Hudson: No.
"The Greatest" : Wow. Just keep looking, it'll come to you eventually. It always does.
Hudson stares intently at the cover of the magazine for a few more minutes. Eventually, his eyes widen and he begins to frantically point at the woman on the cover.
"The Greatest" : There it is.
Jake Hudson: Nancy!
"The Greatest" : Indeed. I suppose that's the reason she quit working for the company.
Jake Hudson: Wow, I hope her kid doesn't look at this magazine.
"The Greatest" : Yeah. That would scar the poor bastard for life.
Jake Hudson: We didn't need her anyway, man. All of her ridiculous ideas on how to "improve" your company didn't do anything except cost us more money. Not only that, since we let her take creative control over your television station, your ratings have gone down drastically. She took all of the programming off that actually pulled people in. "Twenty Minutes, Twenty Positions With Jenna Jameson" on Sundays and she even took off your weekly television show! It's your channel, BiggsTV, so taking off your show is ridiculous!
"The Greatest" : I know. I've been working on putting those shows back on the air. Jenna Jameson isn't going to be available for two weeks, though.
Jake Hudson: Why?
"The Greatest" : Something about a Herpes breakout or something. I think she said the medication she usually takes to prevent the breakout is no longer working. She said she'll be good to go in two weeks, though.
Jake Hudson: I see. Well, we need to focus on your match against Conrad Howell at Till Death Do Us Part. Once you defend your title, then we'll go back to fixing your television station and everything else Nancy fucked up.
"The Greatest" : All right. Let's head to your gym, all right? It's been a long time since I've done any kind of training.
Jake Hudson: All right.
"The Greatest" gets up from the couch and he leaves the living room to go retrieve his gear. Meanwhile, Hudson gets to his feet and he looks at the magazine in his hand. He glances quickly down the hallway where Biggs disappeared as he slowly rolls the magazine up. He then slips it into his back pocket before Biggs returns to the room.
---
"The Greatest" and Jake Hudson have just now arrived at "Jake's Gym" after a thirty minute drive. Jake walks into the facility first with Biggs right behind him. Jose Jose is in the corner of the facility mopping some sweat off of the floor. Biggs and Hudson make their way over to him.
"The Greatest" : How are you doing, Jose Jose?
Jose Jose: Jose Jose!
"The Greatest" : You're doing a great job, man. I know you're not getting paid any money, but at least Jake lets you sleep in the dumpster, right?
Jose Jose: Si..
"The Greatest" : I know you would love to have a decent home and a decent meal every once in a while, but the dumpster is the best we can do right now. It's better than living in Mexico, isn't it?
Jose Jose: Si..
"The Greatest" : You have no idea what I'm saying, do you?
Jose Jose: Si..
"The Greatest" : Would you like to me call immigration and have your ass shipped back to Mexico? You'll be living in a hut that smells worse than a dumpster and the only thing you'd have to eat and drink would be your very own shit and piss. You'd like that, wouldn't you?
Jose Jose: Si..
"The Greatest" : Shut the hell up. You're a fucking embarrassment. You came to America; and Jake and I showed you what it's like to have friends. Least you can do is learn English, you prick.
Jose Jose: Si..
"The Greatest" shakes his head before spitting on the floor. Jake smirks as the two walk away, leaving Jose Jose alone to continue mopping.
Jose Jose: Cague cabeza.
Jose Jose's insult was said too quietly to be heard by either Jake or Biggs. Jose Jose smiles before going back to his duties of mopping. Meanwhile, Biggs walks into the locker room to get changed into his training gear.
Minutes later, Biggs emerges wearing a pair of Nike gym shorts and a self-promotional "The Greatest" T-shirt. He walks over to Hudson, who's currently talking to an employee next to the wrestling ring in the center of the facility. Hudson finishes up as soon as Biggs arrives and the employee walks away.
Jake Hudson: Ready to do some training?
"The Greatest" : Not really.
Jake Hudson: Too bad. Stretch a little bit so that you don't pull a muscle or anything. I'll be waiting for you over by the punching bags.
"The Greatest" : Will do.
Hudson walks away and he goes over to the punching bag area just like he said he was. Biggs, however, is pondering whether he's actually going to make himself train or not.
"The Greatest" : Why should I train? Conrad, that question was directed to you. Really, why should I? It's not like I need to. Am I right? I know I am. You've done absolutely nothing since signing your contract with this company. You're probably the lowest paid wrestler under contract with this company. Doesn't that tell you anything? It should tell you that the talent you were born with doesn't match up to mine. Not even close!
Over the past few weeks you've been trying to get inside of my head. You think you succeeded by attacking Hudson? Well, he's out of the hospital after only two weeks and he's as good as new! He's back in my corner for our match this week. I'm well aware of the simple fact that "The Bodyguard" is going to be in yours. But that doesn't matter because I'm sure he'll be hesitant to get involved with this match after having his head smashed to the mat by a Biggs Implant!
This company doesn't have wrestlers good enough to face me. Seth Lerch and all of them fail to realize exactly how good I am. No, wait, how GREAT I am. Putting me in matches against you does nothing. You've been here awhile, but none of the WCF fans really know who you are. As far as they know, I'm defending my title against a local jobber or something. You're personally going to find out at Till Death Do Us Part that you're not good enough to be "great." Every dog has its day, Conrad. And this Sunday is going to be yours, my friend.
"The Greatest" does a couple of quick stretches before making his way over to Jake Hudson. Biggs starts punching the bag as the scene slowly begins to fade out. The following message appears on the black screen in white letters:
You..Don't..Have..What..It..Takes.
