Post by Biggs on Mar 10, 2007 20:51:58 GMT -5
The entrance door to "Jake's Gym" opens quickly as "The Greatest" JJ Biggs walks into the facility. Trailing behind him by a few feet is Jake Hudson, who has Biggs' duffle bag over his shoulder. Biggs is still wearing his WCF Television Championship around his waist.
As Biggs and Hudson are walking through the facility; one can't help but notice how many women are stopping their routine for a minute to wink in Biggs' direction, blow a kiss in his direction, or to smile at him. Biggs cannot help but smile, as well.
"The Greatest" : You know, a month ago those women over there wouldn't have the guts to show up at this place.
Jake Hudson: No, I think it's obvious by looking at them that a lack of a "gut" isn't their problem and it won't be for any time soon. Why are they all smiling and winking at you?
"The Greatest" : Well, we kind of got a little wild a couple of days ago. It's always sexy to bang a fat chick, man.
Jake Hudson: You had sex with all six of them?
"The Greatest" : Of course. You can thank me later for acquiring their membership for your facility, my friend.
Jake Hudson: Thank you later? You fucked a couple of fat chicks and they decided to show up at my gym.
"The Greatest" : What can I say? After having the time of their lives with me they have a new outlook on life, Jake. They started to realize that all because they weigh two-fifty, but they still enjoy life.
Jake Hudson: Give them a donut and a high-powered air conditioner and in their mind they are in Heaven.
"The Greatest" : Chill out, Jake. I know you're acting like an ass because your mother is just like those ladies. Look, maybe after I do some training I'll head on over to her house and give her ten minutes with "The Greatest." Would you like that?
Jake Hudson: You're a dick, man. Do you know that?
"The Greatest" : I see what it is. You're mad I didn't leave any rolls for you to get lost in, aren't you?
Jake Hudson: What? Hell no!
"The Greatest" gradually comes to a stop in front of the locker room. He places his right arm around Jake and he attempts to paint a picture with his words.
"The Greatest" : You don't have to lie to me, Jake. They all gave me their numbers. I could hook you up with them, Jake. Maybe you and Jose Jose could do them together?
Jose Jose suddenly pops into the picture with a smile on his face. He's holding a mop in his hand and he is wearing a gray janitor's suit.
Jose Jose: Jose Jose?!
"The Greatest" : Get the fuck out of here, Jose. I was joking.
Jose Jose: Jose Jose want pu--ssy!
"The Greatest" : Go look and the mirror. You'll see one.
Jose Jose sniffs before leaving the picture. Jake shakes his head before handing the duffle bag over to Biggs.
Jake Hudson: Go get changed. I'll be waiting in my office.
"The Greatest" : Will do.
Biggs pulls open the door and he walks into the corridor which leads to the locker room. He turns right at the end of the corridor and he walks to the end of the room. He drops the duffle bag to the floor and he slowly enters his combination into the lock on his locker.
"The Greatest" : Honestly, Ragnal. I am being honest here. I'm not trying to be sarcastic, or anything like the normal. I'm honestly wondering. Do you think you actually have a chance in this match, Ragnal? Do you? I mean, why would you honestly think you could beat me? "The Greatest." I'm the most marketable wrestler this company has. If I was to leave, this company would fold. If you were to leave, this company would just find another talentless prick to replace you. You can watch hours and hours of my past matches, but that isn't going to help you at all! So you know a few of my moves? Big deal. You may know them, and you may even know when they are coming, but you still won't be able to stop them. That's just the way it is and that's the way it will always be. I cannot be stopped. I truly cannot be.
Biggs pulls open his locker. He backs up and takes a seat on the bench as he begins to untie his shoes.
"The Greatest" : You better get all of the sex you can, Ragnal. Because once I'm through with you at Slam, you won't have the courage to face that whore again. You're going to be destroyed. That's all there is to it. You tried to stick your nose into my business, and it's going to cost you that nose. You're not ready to hold any gold in this company at this point. Quite frankly, I don't think you'll ever be the right man to have a title in this company. The fans don't know you, and the ones that do can't stand you. And, I just don't think the WCF Television Championship would look good around your waist. On me, on me it's perfect.
Biggs stands up and he points to the title around his waist. He smirks before taking it off and placing it inside his locker. He kicks off his shoes and he removes his shirt.
"The Greatest" : Ragnal, you may have survived the match last week. You may have not technically got the defeat, but you didn't get the victory. The fans of this company are used to seeing me pick up the victory on a weekly basis. I don't like change, so I think a victory is going to be approaching in less than twenty-four hours.
Every dog has its day, Ragnal. And my friend, Sunday is going to be yours.
Biggs laugh as he throws his shirt into his locker. He proceeds with changing as the camera slowly fades out. The screen eventually goes black and copyright information appears on the screen.[/b]
As Biggs and Hudson are walking through the facility; one can't help but notice how many women are stopping their routine for a minute to wink in Biggs' direction, blow a kiss in his direction, or to smile at him. Biggs cannot help but smile, as well.
"The Greatest" : You know, a month ago those women over there wouldn't have the guts to show up at this place.
Jake Hudson: No, I think it's obvious by looking at them that a lack of a "gut" isn't their problem and it won't be for any time soon. Why are they all smiling and winking at you?
"The Greatest" : Well, we kind of got a little wild a couple of days ago. It's always sexy to bang a fat chick, man.
Jake Hudson: You had sex with all six of them?
"The Greatest" : Of course. You can thank me later for acquiring their membership for your facility, my friend.
Jake Hudson: Thank you later? You fucked a couple of fat chicks and they decided to show up at my gym.
"The Greatest" : What can I say? After having the time of their lives with me they have a new outlook on life, Jake. They started to realize that all because they weigh two-fifty, but they still enjoy life.
Jake Hudson: Give them a donut and a high-powered air conditioner and in their mind they are in Heaven.
"The Greatest" : Chill out, Jake. I know you're acting like an ass because your mother is just like those ladies. Look, maybe after I do some training I'll head on over to her house and give her ten minutes with "The Greatest." Would you like that?
Jake Hudson: You're a dick, man. Do you know that?
"The Greatest" : I see what it is. You're mad I didn't leave any rolls for you to get lost in, aren't you?
Jake Hudson: What? Hell no!
"The Greatest" gradually comes to a stop in front of the locker room. He places his right arm around Jake and he attempts to paint a picture with his words.
"The Greatest" : You don't have to lie to me, Jake. They all gave me their numbers. I could hook you up with them, Jake. Maybe you and Jose Jose could do them together?
Jose Jose suddenly pops into the picture with a smile on his face. He's holding a mop in his hand and he is wearing a gray janitor's suit.
Jose Jose: Jose Jose?!
"The Greatest" : Get the fuck out of here, Jose. I was joking.
Jose Jose: Jose Jose want pu--ssy!
"The Greatest" : Go look and the mirror. You'll see one.
Jose Jose sniffs before leaving the picture. Jake shakes his head before handing the duffle bag over to Biggs.
Jake Hudson: Go get changed. I'll be waiting in my office.
"The Greatest" : Will do.
Biggs pulls open the door and he walks into the corridor which leads to the locker room. He turns right at the end of the corridor and he walks to the end of the room. He drops the duffle bag to the floor and he slowly enters his combination into the lock on his locker.
"The Greatest" : Honestly, Ragnal. I am being honest here. I'm not trying to be sarcastic, or anything like the normal. I'm honestly wondering. Do you think you actually have a chance in this match, Ragnal? Do you? I mean, why would you honestly think you could beat me? "The Greatest." I'm the most marketable wrestler this company has. If I was to leave, this company would fold. If you were to leave, this company would just find another talentless prick to replace you. You can watch hours and hours of my past matches, but that isn't going to help you at all! So you know a few of my moves? Big deal. You may know them, and you may even know when they are coming, but you still won't be able to stop them. That's just the way it is and that's the way it will always be. I cannot be stopped. I truly cannot be.
Biggs pulls open his locker. He backs up and takes a seat on the bench as he begins to untie his shoes.
"The Greatest" : You better get all of the sex you can, Ragnal. Because once I'm through with you at Slam, you won't have the courage to face that whore again. You're going to be destroyed. That's all there is to it. You tried to stick your nose into my business, and it's going to cost you that nose. You're not ready to hold any gold in this company at this point. Quite frankly, I don't think you'll ever be the right man to have a title in this company. The fans don't know you, and the ones that do can't stand you. And, I just don't think the WCF Television Championship would look good around your waist. On me, on me it's perfect.
Biggs stands up and he points to the title around his waist. He smirks before taking it off and placing it inside his locker. He kicks off his shoes and he removes his shirt.
"The Greatest" : Ragnal, you may have survived the match last week. You may have not technically got the defeat, but you didn't get the victory. The fans of this company are used to seeing me pick up the victory on a weekly basis. I don't like change, so I think a victory is going to be approaching in less than twenty-four hours.
Every dog has its day, Ragnal. And my friend, Sunday is going to be yours.
Biggs laugh as he throws his shirt into his locker. He proceeds with changing as the camera slowly fades out. The screen eventually goes black and copyright information appears on the screen.[/b]
