Post by Biggs on Jul 19, 2007 10:37:20 GMT -5
JJ Biggs stumbles into the bathroom and he turns on the light. He closes his eyes for a moment, rubs them with his fists, and then he opens them slowly as he allows them the time needed to adjust. He looks in the mirror above the sink and he's not happy with the man looking back at him. His hair is hall over the place and evident on his face is the cuts and bruises he suffered during his match with Lance Ryan at XIII. He shakes his head slowly before turning on the faucet. He cups his hands under the cold water and he splashes it onto his face.
Michelle Quinn: Honey? Are you all right?
JJ turns the water off and he leans back so he's visible in the doorway and he nods his head. Michelle is now sitting upright, leaning against the headboard.
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Michelle Quinn. JJ met her at a local bar in Miami the weekend that followed what was supposed to be his last match in WCF back in April. He may have gone there to drink away the realization that his wrestling career was over or maybe he just wanted to get wasted, the actual reason isn't important. Michelle had come in shortly after Biggs had arrived just to have a couple of drinks after finishing her shift at work. She took a seat next to Biggs at the bar and the two of them got to talking. The rest of the story seems pretty obvious at this point.[/color]
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JJ grabs a towel hanging on the wall next to the sink and he wipes the water off his face. He tries to comb his hair with his hands, but that's not working. He opens the medicine cabinet and pulls out a bottle of aspirin. He opens it and he tilts the bottle, causing two of the pills to fall into his hands. He put them in his mouth and he chews them before forcing them down.
Michelle Quinn: Are you coming back to bed?
JJ Biggs: I don't think so.
Michelle Quinn: Are you sure everything is all right? You're acting a bit strange.
JJ Biggs: I'm not sure of anything anymore, Michelle.
JJ turns off the light and he walks out of the bathroom. Michelle proceeds to turn on the lamp which is on her bedside table. JJ has made his way to the foot of the bed where he's putting on his pants.
Michelle Quinn: Where are you going? It's three in the morning.
JJ Biggs: I don't know where I'm going.
Michelle Quinn: Did I do something wrong?
JJ steps into his shoes and he grabs his shirt which was on top of Michelle's dresser. He walks over to her side of the bed and he kisses her on her forehead.
JJ Biggs: You didn't do anything wrong, baby.
Michelle Quinn: Then why are you leaving?
JJ Biggs: I have to take care of a couple of things. I'll see you tomorrow, I promise.
Michelle Quinn: Okay. Well, I love you.
JJ Biggs: I love you, too.
JJ puts on his shirt and he starts to pull away from the bed, but a quick glance at a picture on her bedside table causes him to stop in his tracks. He picks the picture up and he looks at it closely. It's a picture of himself and Michelle kissing each other in front of a giant oak tree.[/b]
JJ Biggs: Who's the guy in this picture?
Michelle Quinn: Huh? It's you and me. What's your problem? You're acting weird.
JJ Biggs: That's not me.
Michelle Quinn: What are you talking about?
Michelle takes the picture frame from Biggs' hands and she looks at it herself. She raises an eyebrow as she looks back at Biggs, who seems as if he's ready to snap.
Michelle Quinn: Baby, you're wearing the same Megadeth shirt you were wearing in this picture. This is when we went to the park for that picnic to celebrate our one month.
JJ Biggs: What? Let me see that again.
He snatches the picture away from Michelle and he stares at it intently. He blinks a few times, and suddenly he comes to realization that it his indeed him in that picture. He shakes his head as he places it back on the table.
JJ Biggs: I..I'm sorry. I need to get out of here.
Michelle Quinn: JJ? Where are you going? JJ!
It's no use, as he's already left the room and he's made his way down the stairs. It doesn't take him long to exit the house and before you know it he's in his car. He sits there for a moment, staring off into the darkness before fumbling around with his keys. Eventually he gets the car started and he takes off down the street.[/b]
JJ Biggs: I'm losing it...
He makes a few turns periodically and he eventually arrives on his street. However, he passes his house and he continues on down the road to the house of his longtime friend and former manager, Jake Hudson. He parks the car awkwardly; with the right front tire up onto the curb. He quickly exits the car and hurries up to the front door. Almost as if he was expecting him, Jake opens the door the instant JJ is about to knock.
Jake Hudson: There you are.
JJ Biggs: How'd you know I was coming over here?
Jake Hudson: Lucky guess. Get in here, I don't feel like standing in the doorway all night.
Jake walks back into his kitchen and Biggs follows after closing the door.
Jake Hudson: Beer?
JJ Biggs: At three in the morning?
Jake Hudson: Wow..I think Michelle is turning you into a pussy, my friend. Before you met her, you would have taken it as an insult if I didn't offer you a beer.
JJ Biggs: Ah, well, sure.
Biggs takes a seat at the kitchen table as Jake gets a couple of beers for himself and JJ. He sets one down in front of JJ before taking a seat perpendicular to him at the table. Both of them take a drink of their beer before anything is said.
Jake Hudson: Michelle called.
JJ Biggs: So?
Jake Hudson: She's worried about you. She says you went off on her, claiming that you saw a picture of her kissing another man, when it in fact was you that was in the picture?
JJ Biggs: I know. I don't know what the hell is going on anymore, man. I've been having problems like that; hallucinations, if you will.
Jake Hudson: Do you know what's causing them?
JJ Biggs: Maybe. I haven't been able to sleep for the past two or three weeks. I'm so fucking tired, but I can't get myself to go to sleep.
Jake Hudson: That would explain why you look like shit.
JJ Biggs: I'm being serious.
Jake Hudson: Maybe you should go see a doctor then. It sounds like you have insomnia or something; that's not something you want to mess with.
JJ Biggs: Well, if that's the case, no one's ever died from insomnia, so I'm not going to the doctor.
Jake Hudson: Whatever.
Jake shakes his head as he takes another drink from his beer. JJ lifts up his bottle to take a drink, but it slips out of his hand, spills all over the table, and then it rolls off shattering on the tile floor below.
Jake Hudson: What the hell is your problem, man?
JJ Biggs: I don't know. I'm sorry. I was holding the damn thing with a strong grip. I don't know what the fuck happened.
Jake gets up from his seat to fetch a towel on the counter. He throws it at JJ who starts to clean the beer up that's on the table. Jake proceeds to get a broom and dustpan as he starts to clean up the mess on the floor.
Jake Hudson: You're not officially signing your new contract with the WCF until Friday afternoon. If I was you, I'd seriously reconsider the thought of returning. You don't know your ass from a hole in the ground right now.
JJ Biggs: I need the money.
Jake Hudson: You're not in any shape to fucking return! I was against it from the beginning! I thought the match with Lance at XIII was a bad idea to begin with! You've been training constantly since you retired a couple of months ago, just for the pleasure of staying in shape, but it hasn't worked! It did for a while, but now you're looking more and more like a slob!
JJ Biggs: I'm still in shape, Jake. You saw the match at XIII. I thought I performed as good as ever.
Jake Hudson: I don't know. This insomnia shit is fucking with you mentally and physically. You're seeing shit, you can't keep your grip tightened, and even though you still go to the gym, it's hard to tell! I'm telling you, man. You need to reconsider going back!
JJ Biggs: I'm fine, Jake. I've just been a little stressed lately. The insomnia will passed when the stress lowers, that's all. I'm ready. I feel good.
Jake Hudson: Whatever.
Jake empties the dustpan into the trash can and he takes a seat back at the table. He takes another drink of his beer as he looks over at JJ.
Jake Hudson: Listen, I'm sorry for sounding like an ass, but I just don't think you should return to the ring quite yet. You need to go get yourself checked out, and then once you get some sleep and what not, then return full-time.
JJ Biggs: I'm fine.
Jake Hudson: Whatever. It's obvious I'm not going to be able to persuade you to hold off on the full-scale return, so I might as well make sure you're prepared for your match. Speaking of which, what is your match?
JJ Biggs: I'm teaming with Torture and we're facing Dave Holland and Mike Ragnal.
Jake Hudson: Who?
JJ Biggs: Dave Holland and Mike Ragnal.
Jake Hudson: Who?
JJ Biggs: Dave Holland and Mike Ragnal. I don't know. They wrestle.
Jake Hudson: Are they any good?
JJ Biggs: Good question. I wrestled Mike Ragnal before when I was still the WCF Television Champion. He can handle himself in the ring, but obviously he isn't on my level. I don't know much about Dave Holland. As far as I know, he could be a future WCF World Heavyweight Champion that just hasn't gotten his chance to shine yet. Or, since he's a millionaire, maybe he just bought his way into the business? You know how those people are who have all of that money, they use it to do everything they've always wanted to do. Either way, I'll have to take some time to watch a few of his tapes between now and Sunday so I can at least gather a little bit of information regarding how he handles himself in the ring.
However, I'm confident going into this match because I'm teaming with Torture. He and I have only been in the same ring once and that was when he defeated me for the WCF World Heavyweight Championship in one of the best matches I ever took part in.
Jake Hudson: I see, I see. Well, at least you have a decent match for your return to Slam, right?
JJ Biggs: Indeed.
Jake Hudson: But there's still nothing I can say or do that will change your mind?
JJ Biggs: No. I might be coming back for mostly all the wrong reasons, but that doesn't matter. I'm starting the "In Biggs We Trust" era this weekend at Slam.
Jake Hudson: Whatever you say. Listen, I have to get up early tomorrow, so I'm going back to bed. You can stay here or whatever you want to do.
JJ Biggs: I'm going to head home, man. I'm sorry for disturbing you and all of that good shit.
Jake Hudson: Michelle is the one that woke me up. Speaking of which, you need to make sure you call her because she was really worried.
JJ Biggs: Yeah, I'll call her tomorrow.
Jake Hudson: All right.
JJ nods as he gets up from his seat and Jake nods back. JJ leaves the kitchen and then he leaves the home. He gets into his car, puts it in reverse, and drives wildly backwards down the empty street to his house. He goes past it slightly so he can pull into the driveway. He turns off the car and instead of going in, he just sits in the car, as the dark hides his presence.
Michelle Quinn: Honey? Are you all right?
JJ turns the water off and he leans back so he's visible in the doorway and he nods his head. Michelle is now sitting upright, leaning against the headboard.
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Michelle Quinn. JJ met her at a local bar in Miami the weekend that followed what was supposed to be his last match in WCF back in April. He may have gone there to drink away the realization that his wrestling career was over or maybe he just wanted to get wasted, the actual reason isn't important. Michelle had come in shortly after Biggs had arrived just to have a couple of drinks after finishing her shift at work. She took a seat next to Biggs at the bar and the two of them got to talking. The rest of the story seems pretty obvious at this point.[/color]
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JJ grabs a towel hanging on the wall next to the sink and he wipes the water off his face. He tries to comb his hair with his hands, but that's not working. He opens the medicine cabinet and pulls out a bottle of aspirin. He opens it and he tilts the bottle, causing two of the pills to fall into his hands. He put them in his mouth and he chews them before forcing them down.
Michelle Quinn: Are you coming back to bed?
JJ Biggs: I don't think so.
Michelle Quinn: Are you sure everything is all right? You're acting a bit strange.
JJ Biggs: I'm not sure of anything anymore, Michelle.
JJ turns off the light and he walks out of the bathroom. Michelle proceeds to turn on the lamp which is on her bedside table. JJ has made his way to the foot of the bed where he's putting on his pants.
Michelle Quinn: Where are you going? It's three in the morning.
JJ Biggs: I don't know where I'm going.
Michelle Quinn: Did I do something wrong?
JJ steps into his shoes and he grabs his shirt which was on top of Michelle's dresser. He walks over to her side of the bed and he kisses her on her forehead.
JJ Biggs: You didn't do anything wrong, baby.
Michelle Quinn: Then why are you leaving?
JJ Biggs: I have to take care of a couple of things. I'll see you tomorrow, I promise.
Michelle Quinn: Okay. Well, I love you.
JJ Biggs: I love you, too.
JJ puts on his shirt and he starts to pull away from the bed, but a quick glance at a picture on her bedside table causes him to stop in his tracks. He picks the picture up and he looks at it closely. It's a picture of himself and Michelle kissing each other in front of a giant oak tree.[/b]
JJ Biggs: Who's the guy in this picture?
Michelle Quinn: Huh? It's you and me. What's your problem? You're acting weird.
JJ Biggs: That's not me.
Michelle Quinn: What are you talking about?
Michelle takes the picture frame from Biggs' hands and she looks at it herself. She raises an eyebrow as she looks back at Biggs, who seems as if he's ready to snap.
Michelle Quinn: Baby, you're wearing the same Megadeth shirt you were wearing in this picture. This is when we went to the park for that picnic to celebrate our one month.
JJ Biggs: What? Let me see that again.
He snatches the picture away from Michelle and he stares at it intently. He blinks a few times, and suddenly he comes to realization that it his indeed him in that picture. He shakes his head as he places it back on the table.
JJ Biggs: I..I'm sorry. I need to get out of here.
Michelle Quinn: JJ? Where are you going? JJ!
It's no use, as he's already left the room and he's made his way down the stairs. It doesn't take him long to exit the house and before you know it he's in his car. He sits there for a moment, staring off into the darkness before fumbling around with his keys. Eventually he gets the car started and he takes off down the street.[/b]
JJ Biggs: I'm losing it...
He makes a few turns periodically and he eventually arrives on his street. However, he passes his house and he continues on down the road to the house of his longtime friend and former manager, Jake Hudson. He parks the car awkwardly; with the right front tire up onto the curb. He quickly exits the car and hurries up to the front door. Almost as if he was expecting him, Jake opens the door the instant JJ is about to knock.
Jake Hudson: There you are.
JJ Biggs: How'd you know I was coming over here?
Jake Hudson: Lucky guess. Get in here, I don't feel like standing in the doorway all night.
Jake walks back into his kitchen and Biggs follows after closing the door.
Jake Hudson: Beer?
JJ Biggs: At three in the morning?
Jake Hudson: Wow..I think Michelle is turning you into a pussy, my friend. Before you met her, you would have taken it as an insult if I didn't offer you a beer.
JJ Biggs: Ah, well, sure.
Biggs takes a seat at the kitchen table as Jake gets a couple of beers for himself and JJ. He sets one down in front of JJ before taking a seat perpendicular to him at the table. Both of them take a drink of their beer before anything is said.
Jake Hudson: Michelle called.
JJ Biggs: So?
Jake Hudson: She's worried about you. She says you went off on her, claiming that you saw a picture of her kissing another man, when it in fact was you that was in the picture?
JJ Biggs: I know. I don't know what the hell is going on anymore, man. I've been having problems like that; hallucinations, if you will.
Jake Hudson: Do you know what's causing them?
JJ Biggs: Maybe. I haven't been able to sleep for the past two or three weeks. I'm so fucking tired, but I can't get myself to go to sleep.
Jake Hudson: That would explain why you look like shit.
JJ Biggs: I'm being serious.
Jake Hudson: Maybe you should go see a doctor then. It sounds like you have insomnia or something; that's not something you want to mess with.
JJ Biggs: Well, if that's the case, no one's ever died from insomnia, so I'm not going to the doctor.
Jake Hudson: Whatever.
Jake shakes his head as he takes another drink from his beer. JJ lifts up his bottle to take a drink, but it slips out of his hand, spills all over the table, and then it rolls off shattering on the tile floor below.
Jake Hudson: What the hell is your problem, man?
JJ Biggs: I don't know. I'm sorry. I was holding the damn thing with a strong grip. I don't know what the fuck happened.
Jake gets up from his seat to fetch a towel on the counter. He throws it at JJ who starts to clean the beer up that's on the table. Jake proceeds to get a broom and dustpan as he starts to clean up the mess on the floor.
Jake Hudson: You're not officially signing your new contract with the WCF until Friday afternoon. If I was you, I'd seriously reconsider the thought of returning. You don't know your ass from a hole in the ground right now.
JJ Biggs: I need the money.
Jake Hudson: You're not in any shape to fucking return! I was against it from the beginning! I thought the match with Lance at XIII was a bad idea to begin with! You've been training constantly since you retired a couple of months ago, just for the pleasure of staying in shape, but it hasn't worked! It did for a while, but now you're looking more and more like a slob!
JJ Biggs: I'm still in shape, Jake. You saw the match at XIII. I thought I performed as good as ever.
Jake Hudson: I don't know. This insomnia shit is fucking with you mentally and physically. You're seeing shit, you can't keep your grip tightened, and even though you still go to the gym, it's hard to tell! I'm telling you, man. You need to reconsider going back!
JJ Biggs: I'm fine, Jake. I've just been a little stressed lately. The insomnia will passed when the stress lowers, that's all. I'm ready. I feel good.
Jake Hudson: Whatever.
Jake empties the dustpan into the trash can and he takes a seat back at the table. He takes another drink of his beer as he looks over at JJ.
Jake Hudson: Listen, I'm sorry for sounding like an ass, but I just don't think you should return to the ring quite yet. You need to go get yourself checked out, and then once you get some sleep and what not, then return full-time.
JJ Biggs: I'm fine.
Jake Hudson: Whatever. It's obvious I'm not going to be able to persuade you to hold off on the full-scale return, so I might as well make sure you're prepared for your match. Speaking of which, what is your match?
JJ Biggs: I'm teaming with Torture and we're facing Dave Holland and Mike Ragnal.
Jake Hudson: Who?
JJ Biggs: Dave Holland and Mike Ragnal.
Jake Hudson: Who?
JJ Biggs: Dave Holland and Mike Ragnal. I don't know. They wrestle.
Jake Hudson: Are they any good?
JJ Biggs: Good question. I wrestled Mike Ragnal before when I was still the WCF Television Champion. He can handle himself in the ring, but obviously he isn't on my level. I don't know much about Dave Holland. As far as I know, he could be a future WCF World Heavyweight Champion that just hasn't gotten his chance to shine yet. Or, since he's a millionaire, maybe he just bought his way into the business? You know how those people are who have all of that money, they use it to do everything they've always wanted to do. Either way, I'll have to take some time to watch a few of his tapes between now and Sunday so I can at least gather a little bit of information regarding how he handles himself in the ring.
However, I'm confident going into this match because I'm teaming with Torture. He and I have only been in the same ring once and that was when he defeated me for the WCF World Heavyweight Championship in one of the best matches I ever took part in.
Jake Hudson: I see, I see. Well, at least you have a decent match for your return to Slam, right?
JJ Biggs: Indeed.
Jake Hudson: But there's still nothing I can say or do that will change your mind?
JJ Biggs: No. I might be coming back for mostly all the wrong reasons, but that doesn't matter. I'm starting the "In Biggs We Trust" era this weekend at Slam.
Jake Hudson: Whatever you say. Listen, I have to get up early tomorrow, so I'm going back to bed. You can stay here or whatever you want to do.
JJ Biggs: I'm going to head home, man. I'm sorry for disturbing you and all of that good shit.
Jake Hudson: Michelle is the one that woke me up. Speaking of which, you need to make sure you call her because she was really worried.
JJ Biggs: Yeah, I'll call her tomorrow.
Jake Hudson: All right.
JJ nods as he gets up from his seat and Jake nods back. JJ leaves the kitchen and then he leaves the home. He gets into his car, puts it in reverse, and drives wildly backwards down the empty street to his house. He goes past it slightly so he can pull into the driveway. He turns off the car and instead of going in, he just sits in the car, as the dark hides his presence.
