Post by Biggs on Oct 21, 2006 15:22:25 GMT -5
Jake Hudson and JJ Biggs are walking through a massive corridor in Miami International Airport. Jake has his bag over his shoulder and he glances down at the plane ticket in his hand. A smile comes across his face when he realizes he is walking in the right direction. JJ, glancing at each person that passes by him, is grasping onto his blanket and he has his bag over his shoulder, as well. Suddenly, JJ extends his left hand and he nails someone directly on the mouth. The man that just received the powerful blow stumbles backwards and falls onto the ground.
Jake Hudson: What the hell did you do for that, JJ?
JJ Biggs: He breathed on me!
Jake Hudson: What's your point? That doesn't give you the right to haul off and hit the man!
JJ Biggs: You don't understand! His breath smelled like Shanon, of The Sick Individual's, vagina!
Jake shakes his head before walking over and helping the man up to his feet. The man is holding onto his jaw and staring a hole through JJ Biggs.
Jake Hudson: Sir, my friend didn't mean any harm. He's slow, mentally, and I don't think pressing charges is the direction you want to take.
Evidently, when Jake helped the man up, he slipped a hundred dollar bill into the man's hand.
Man: You're right.
Jake Hudson: Thank you, sir.
The man nods as he rubs his jaw once more before turning and walking down the corridor. The rest of the people that stopped to look, have now began to get back to their business, as well. As Jake and JJ continue walking to their correct terminal, Jake slaps JJ in the back of the head.
Jake Hudson: What the hell is your problem, JJ? We could be going to court instead of Slam. You know what that would mean?
JJ Biggs: I could stay home and watch some "Blue's Clues?"
Jake Hudson: No, dumbass, we'd have to forfeit your WCF Tag Team Champions. Do you want to do that? You didn't do that good this week, but I still feel like you put a lot of effort into training for this match. You have to prove that The Sick Individuals cannot beat you, even when they have the odds in their favor.
JJ Biggs: We just got a letter, we just got a letter, we just got a letter! I wonder who it's from? Yeah!
Jake Hudson: Forget it.
Jake continues walking and JJ tags along behind him. As the two of them arrive at their terminal, Jake hands his ticket to the lady and she rips it in half. She gives one half to Jake and slips the other half into a machine. She does the same with JJ's ticket. They walk down the small corridor that leads to the plane. Once onboard, JJ and Jake find their seats, place their bags in the cabinet, and they take a seat. JJ takes the seat next to the window and Jake takes the seat by the aisle.
Jake Hudson: This is what it's like to have money, Mr. Allen and Howell. If we wanted, we could purchase a private jet. You two, on the other hand, are probably making your way to the location for Slam on a Grey Hound bus or something like that. It's fine, though, not everyone can have the same amount of money as we do. It takes talent and the desire to do good in a business like this. You two, instead of training, hang out in a piece of shit bar for your entire week. Well, actually, you two have a couple of weird methods of training. But, again, they take place at the bar. You can't even afford a membership to a gym. Hey, guess what? I own one. Maybe you could come on by and clean my bathrooms, maybe I'll let you guys train on the old equipment for a few minutes.
It's funny, how you two say I don't have anything clever to say. Every time you two are speaking, it's always about how you two haven't been defeated by JJ Biggs in a tag team match. Or, about how you two are the "true" Tag Team Champions. You've been saying that this entire week and I've been repeating myself in an attempt to get under your skin. However, you two have been repeating yourself because you truly aren't intelligent enough on television to entertain an audience. Obviously, I'm getting under your skin. Maybe, your plan is to sound like a couple of idiots, which in return, is true. So, I guess that plan is working, as well.
I'm an old man? Sick Individuals, honestly, I'm an old man? I'm thirty-one years old. I remember hearing during your latest interview that I'm nothing but an old man. Define old, please. As far as I'm concerned, I could step into the wrestling ring right now and defeat the both of you. That's funny because I have very minimum training in the ring and I haven't even been working out lately. Just imagine the beating you're going to receive from JJ Biggs.
Oh, and I like that new shirt you had made, Individuals. Too bad the design is copyrighted. I'm sure you know of a man that goes by the name of, Tito Ortiz. You know who I'm talking about, right? You remember his fight a week or two ago? I could get you two arrested for stealing his shirt and replacing "Him," which stood for Ken Shamrock with "Biggs."
It's sad. It doesn't matter, though. There is no need for the police to get involved because JJ Biggs is going to take care of it. Sense and respect is going to be beaten into you at Slam because you two deserve it! Why? Because JJ Biggs was born better and what we say goes!
Jake has a smile on his face while JJ looks out the window. The plane lifts off the ground as the scene slowly fades out.[/b]
Jake Hudson: What the hell did you do for that, JJ?
JJ Biggs: He breathed on me!
Jake Hudson: What's your point? That doesn't give you the right to haul off and hit the man!
JJ Biggs: You don't understand! His breath smelled like Shanon, of The Sick Individual's, vagina!
Jake shakes his head before walking over and helping the man up to his feet. The man is holding onto his jaw and staring a hole through JJ Biggs.
Jake Hudson: Sir, my friend didn't mean any harm. He's slow, mentally, and I don't think pressing charges is the direction you want to take.
Evidently, when Jake helped the man up, he slipped a hundred dollar bill into the man's hand.
Man: You're right.
Jake Hudson: Thank you, sir.
The man nods as he rubs his jaw once more before turning and walking down the corridor. The rest of the people that stopped to look, have now began to get back to their business, as well. As Jake and JJ continue walking to their correct terminal, Jake slaps JJ in the back of the head.
Jake Hudson: What the hell is your problem, JJ? We could be going to court instead of Slam. You know what that would mean?
JJ Biggs: I could stay home and watch some "Blue's Clues?"
Jake Hudson: No, dumbass, we'd have to forfeit your WCF Tag Team Champions. Do you want to do that? You didn't do that good this week, but I still feel like you put a lot of effort into training for this match. You have to prove that The Sick Individuals cannot beat you, even when they have the odds in their favor.
JJ Biggs: We just got a letter, we just got a letter, we just got a letter! I wonder who it's from? Yeah!
Jake Hudson: Forget it.
Jake continues walking and JJ tags along behind him. As the two of them arrive at their terminal, Jake hands his ticket to the lady and she rips it in half. She gives one half to Jake and slips the other half into a machine. She does the same with JJ's ticket. They walk down the small corridor that leads to the plane. Once onboard, JJ and Jake find their seats, place their bags in the cabinet, and they take a seat. JJ takes the seat next to the window and Jake takes the seat by the aisle.
Jake Hudson: This is what it's like to have money, Mr. Allen and Howell. If we wanted, we could purchase a private jet. You two, on the other hand, are probably making your way to the location for Slam on a Grey Hound bus or something like that. It's fine, though, not everyone can have the same amount of money as we do. It takes talent and the desire to do good in a business like this. You two, instead of training, hang out in a piece of shit bar for your entire week. Well, actually, you two have a couple of weird methods of training. But, again, they take place at the bar. You can't even afford a membership to a gym. Hey, guess what? I own one. Maybe you could come on by and clean my bathrooms, maybe I'll let you guys train on the old equipment for a few minutes.
It's funny, how you two say I don't have anything clever to say. Every time you two are speaking, it's always about how you two haven't been defeated by JJ Biggs in a tag team match. Or, about how you two are the "true" Tag Team Champions. You've been saying that this entire week and I've been repeating myself in an attempt to get under your skin. However, you two have been repeating yourself because you truly aren't intelligent enough on television to entertain an audience. Obviously, I'm getting under your skin. Maybe, your plan is to sound like a couple of idiots, which in return, is true. So, I guess that plan is working, as well.
I'm an old man? Sick Individuals, honestly, I'm an old man? I'm thirty-one years old. I remember hearing during your latest interview that I'm nothing but an old man. Define old, please. As far as I'm concerned, I could step into the wrestling ring right now and defeat the both of you. That's funny because I have very minimum training in the ring and I haven't even been working out lately. Just imagine the beating you're going to receive from JJ Biggs.
Oh, and I like that new shirt you had made, Individuals. Too bad the design is copyrighted. I'm sure you know of a man that goes by the name of, Tito Ortiz. You know who I'm talking about, right? You remember his fight a week or two ago? I could get you two arrested for stealing his shirt and replacing "Him," which stood for Ken Shamrock with "Biggs."
It's sad. It doesn't matter, though. There is no need for the police to get involved because JJ Biggs is going to take care of it. Sense and respect is going to be beaten into you at Slam because you two deserve it! Why? Because JJ Biggs was born better and what we say goes!
Jake has a smile on his face while JJ looks out the window. The plane lifts off the ground as the scene slowly fades out.[/b]
