Post by Biggs on Sept 2, 2006 20:55:38 GMT -5
All six competitors in this Tag Team Titles number one contendership match have spoken. The Brotherhood continued their boring adventures that reveal to everyone that their combined IQ is lower than their individual boot sizes. The Sick Individuals have been repeating the same shit each of their appearances over this past week and it's making me sick. Conrad Howell and Chad Allen, of course we're all ignoring you. Already, you've shown that you're just as stupid as The Brotherhood. Every time I turn around, Chad Allen is hunched forward, drooling from the mouth as he says, "We're going to win." Then, Conrad Howell, with his feminine skirt says, "Shine those belts up for us Devastation Inc." What I'm really trying to say is, Ace and I are not worried about you two.
Conrad, you managed to pick up a victory in your debut match. I would say congratulations, but before Thunder got a contract in this company, he was washing my windshield when I was at a red light. So yeah, it was a worthless match. You and Allen have your confidence high, but Ace and I are going to piss on your parade. Conrad and Allen, you two remind me of an example. Let's say you're two children coming down the stairs on Christmas morning. You have that shit-eating grin on your face as you look at the presents under the tree. But, after opening all of them, you realize that you didn't get what you wanted. Then, the grin turns into a frown and tears begin to roll down your cheek. That's how it's going to be at Slam, but instead of tears, blood is going to be rolling down your face.
So, Brotherhood, I don't have anything to say, really. I do have a helpful suggestion, though. You two should get a job at that Subway you were visiting, because a minimum wage job is something you could be decent at. You're wrestling in the wrestling ring is horrific. You two are the reason that past wrestling fans have gone blind. Watching you two wrestle is like looking directly into the sun, it's bad for you.
To end this, Ace and I are going to gain the victory. Team of Treachery will rise above the competition and we will move on. Eventually, we will bring more gold to this stable. Why? Because we were born better!
-JJ Biggs
JJBiggs.WCF.com - 8/30/06
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JJ Biggs hasn't been able to do anything all week. He's been suffering from an extreme concussion. WCF's medical director claimed that the concussion was minor, but he was very wrong. In fact, it's so bad that when JJ Biggs was typing on his wrestling site, it took him a couple of hours because the keyboard and the screen was blurry. Has JJ Biggs been training for his match this week? Absolutely not. He's been sitting at home, taking medication, and hoping that by the time Slam rolls around he'll be good enough to wrestle.
Currently, he's sitting on his couch in his living room. He has the curtains closed because the sun has been making his migraines worse. He has his elbows resting on his thighs and his head is buried in his hands. Honey Valentine walks into the living room and she takes a seat next to JJ Biggs. She rubs his back and he pulls his head up and looks at her.
Honey Valentine: Are you feeling better?
JJ Biggs: No. My head is hurting worse than it did yesterday. I don't think the medication that the doctor gave me a prescription for is correct.
Honey Valentine: I'm sure it is, JJ. Your concussion isn't going to go away suddenly.
JJ Biggs: You're right.
Honey Valentine: Yep. So, did you contact WCF and tell them that you can't wrestle in your match this week?
JJ Biggs: No..
Honey quickly rises up from the couch and she stands in front of JJ. He looks up at her and she's fuming. She has her hands on her hips as she begins to speak.
Honey Valentine: The doctor said that you shouldn't wrestle this week. If you were to take a serious shot to the head, you could have permanent brain damage.
JJ Biggs: Honey, I know what I'm doing. I am aware of the possibilities but I'm not going to listen to a doctor when it comes to my career. I want to be in the wrestling ring this week because it's an important match. Not only an important match to me, but an important match to the Team of Treachery. If we win, we'll be one step closer to bringing more gold to our side of the company.
Honey Valentine: I don't care! Why won't you just think about this? Like I said, if this match goes the wrong way you'll be done! I don't want you lying on a hospital bed; shitting on yourself because you can't comprehend one plus one!
JJ Biggs: Hah. That's funny. Both members of the Brotherhood can't comprehend one plus one and they don't even have brain damage.
Honey Valentine: This isn't a time to joke, JJ.
JJ rises to his feet and he stands in front of Honey Valentine. He sighs as he rubs his forehead a moment before speaking.
JJ Biggs: Look, my head is killing me. I realize what can happen if anything goes wrong in the match. But, I promise you, nothing will go wrong. Ace and I will easily get the victory and I'll be back here in no time. If you'll excuse me, I want to go lie down for an hour before I have to head to the airport.
Honey Valentine: Whatever.
Honey turns around and she storms into the kitchen. It's obvious that she is irritated that JJ isn't listening to her. He sighs again as he makes his way over to the staircase. He slowly begins to walk up them. Suddenly, he stumbles and he falls down a couple of steps. He catches himself before he tumbles all the way down to the bottom. Honey runs to the bottom of the stairs and she looks up at JJ.
Honey Valentine: Are you okay?!
JJ Biggs: Uh, yeah, I'm fine.
Honey Valentine: You sure?
JJ Biggs: Yeah.
JJ gets back to his feet and he slowly climbs the rest of the stairs. He gets to his bedroom and he opens the door. As soon as he looks inside, there are dead carcasses everywhere! There are ten or fifteen stacked on his bed and there are others lying around it. He stumbles backwards and he bangs against the wall in the hallway. He closes his eyes hard and he whispers to himself.
JJ Biggs: It's just in my head..It's not there. It's a symptom to my concussion..A hallucination.
He opens his eyes and his room is back to normal. He is breathing hard as he walks into his room. He kicks his shoes off and he lies on his bed. He rests his forearm on his head as he closes his eyes.
JJ Biggs: I hope I can make it out of the arena after Slam. I just, I just hope I'm not making the wrong decision...
With that, the scene slowly begins to fade away. In more than twenty-four hours, Slam will begin live and it's going to be a solid event after Ultimate Showdown. So many surprises are ahead, but one thing that isn't a surprise, but is a reality, is the victory that Ace and JJ Biggs are going to get..
Conrad, you managed to pick up a victory in your debut match. I would say congratulations, but before Thunder got a contract in this company, he was washing my windshield when I was at a red light. So yeah, it was a worthless match. You and Allen have your confidence high, but Ace and I are going to piss on your parade. Conrad and Allen, you two remind me of an example. Let's say you're two children coming down the stairs on Christmas morning. You have that shit-eating grin on your face as you look at the presents under the tree. But, after opening all of them, you realize that you didn't get what you wanted. Then, the grin turns into a frown and tears begin to roll down your cheek. That's how it's going to be at Slam, but instead of tears, blood is going to be rolling down your face.
So, Brotherhood, I don't have anything to say, really. I do have a helpful suggestion, though. You two should get a job at that Subway you were visiting, because a minimum wage job is something you could be decent at. You're wrestling in the wrestling ring is horrific. You two are the reason that past wrestling fans have gone blind. Watching you two wrestle is like looking directly into the sun, it's bad for you.
To end this, Ace and I are going to gain the victory. Team of Treachery will rise above the competition and we will move on. Eventually, we will bring more gold to this stable. Why? Because we were born better!
-JJ Biggs
JJBiggs.WCF.com - 8/30/06
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JJ Biggs hasn't been able to do anything all week. He's been suffering from an extreme concussion. WCF's medical director claimed that the concussion was minor, but he was very wrong. In fact, it's so bad that when JJ Biggs was typing on his wrestling site, it took him a couple of hours because the keyboard and the screen was blurry. Has JJ Biggs been training for his match this week? Absolutely not. He's been sitting at home, taking medication, and hoping that by the time Slam rolls around he'll be good enough to wrestle.
Currently, he's sitting on his couch in his living room. He has the curtains closed because the sun has been making his migraines worse. He has his elbows resting on his thighs and his head is buried in his hands. Honey Valentine walks into the living room and she takes a seat next to JJ Biggs. She rubs his back and he pulls his head up and looks at her.
Honey Valentine: Are you feeling better?
JJ Biggs: No. My head is hurting worse than it did yesterday. I don't think the medication that the doctor gave me a prescription for is correct.
Honey Valentine: I'm sure it is, JJ. Your concussion isn't going to go away suddenly.
JJ Biggs: You're right.
Honey Valentine: Yep. So, did you contact WCF and tell them that you can't wrestle in your match this week?
JJ Biggs: No..
Honey quickly rises up from the couch and she stands in front of JJ. He looks up at her and she's fuming. She has her hands on her hips as she begins to speak.
Honey Valentine: The doctor said that you shouldn't wrestle this week. If you were to take a serious shot to the head, you could have permanent brain damage.
JJ Biggs: Honey, I know what I'm doing. I am aware of the possibilities but I'm not going to listen to a doctor when it comes to my career. I want to be in the wrestling ring this week because it's an important match. Not only an important match to me, but an important match to the Team of Treachery. If we win, we'll be one step closer to bringing more gold to our side of the company.
Honey Valentine: I don't care! Why won't you just think about this? Like I said, if this match goes the wrong way you'll be done! I don't want you lying on a hospital bed; shitting on yourself because you can't comprehend one plus one!
JJ Biggs: Hah. That's funny. Both members of the Brotherhood can't comprehend one plus one and they don't even have brain damage.
Honey Valentine: This isn't a time to joke, JJ.
JJ rises to his feet and he stands in front of Honey Valentine. He sighs as he rubs his forehead a moment before speaking.
JJ Biggs: Look, my head is killing me. I realize what can happen if anything goes wrong in the match. But, I promise you, nothing will go wrong. Ace and I will easily get the victory and I'll be back here in no time. If you'll excuse me, I want to go lie down for an hour before I have to head to the airport.
Honey Valentine: Whatever.
Honey turns around and she storms into the kitchen. It's obvious that she is irritated that JJ isn't listening to her. He sighs again as he makes his way over to the staircase. He slowly begins to walk up them. Suddenly, he stumbles and he falls down a couple of steps. He catches himself before he tumbles all the way down to the bottom. Honey runs to the bottom of the stairs and she looks up at JJ.
Honey Valentine: Are you okay?!
JJ Biggs: Uh, yeah, I'm fine.
Honey Valentine: You sure?
JJ Biggs: Yeah.
JJ gets back to his feet and he slowly climbs the rest of the stairs. He gets to his bedroom and he opens the door. As soon as he looks inside, there are dead carcasses everywhere! There are ten or fifteen stacked on his bed and there are others lying around it. He stumbles backwards and he bangs against the wall in the hallway. He closes his eyes hard and he whispers to himself.
JJ Biggs: It's just in my head..It's not there. It's a symptom to my concussion..A hallucination.
He opens his eyes and his room is back to normal. He is breathing hard as he walks into his room. He kicks his shoes off and he lies on his bed. He rests his forearm on his head as he closes his eyes.
JJ Biggs: I hope I can make it out of the arena after Slam. I just, I just hope I'm not making the wrong decision...
With that, the scene slowly begins to fade away. In more than twenty-four hours, Slam will begin live and it's going to be a solid event after Ultimate Showdown. So many surprises are ahead, but one thing that isn't a surprise, but is a reality, is the victory that Ace and JJ Biggs are going to get..
