Post by Biggs on Sept 17, 2006 11:41:38 GMT -5
JJ Biggs is sitting in one of the chairs in front of Jake's desk. He has his elbows resting on his thighs and he's using his hands to massage the sides of his head. Jake, wearing an orange jogging suit this time, is leaning back in his chair with his legs on his desk. He's looking out of his office window. Someone catches his eye as he continues to look, but begins to speak, as well.
Jake Hudson: He's still there. He's been training for like a week straight.
JJ Biggs: Who?
Jake Hudson: The man that I brought to your attention the other day. He paid for a yearly membership and I guess he wants to get each and every day of it.
JJ glances up and he looks out of the window. Jake was correct, the man is now in the corner of the Gym doing a series of pull-ups. The man is sweating profusely and it's unknown how many he has done. Jake shakes his head in amazement as he watches on.
Jake Hudson: Unbelievable. I think, if he's still here after we get back from Slam, I'm going to talk to him. He seems to be highly dedicated to training and I should see if he has any ability in the ring.
JJ Biggs: Yeah. Speaking of Slam, if I am still having troubles with my head after the match, I'm going to go to the hospital. It's been killing me for the past few days and I have no idea what it is.
Jake Hudson: I see. Well, are you confident in your ability to even step into the ring against Chad Allen? You don't want to do something stupid and end up having permanent brain damage or something along those lines.
JJ Biggs: Nah, I'm going to go to Slam because, well, it's Chad Allen. I could beat the worthless son of a bitch with my right hand tied behind my back, my eyes closed, and his sister giving me a blow job right in the center of the ring.
Jake Hudson: Hah! All right. Come on, let's go. One of my assistants already placed the baggage into my car and he's going to watch the Gym while I'm gone.
JJ Biggs: All right.
Jake and JJ both rise up from their seats. JJ exits the building and he waits outside for Jake, who stopped to clear up a few things with the person that is going to be watching over the Gym for him. Moments later, Jake exits the gym and the two of them walk over to Jake's car. Once they are inside, Jake starts it up and pulls out of the parking lot.
Jake Hudson: Are you sure you're all right?
JJ Biggs: Yeah. I've been dealing with this pain for the past few weeks. I can continue on with it for at least one more match.
Jake Hudson: Yeah, but you said that you had a concussion at first. At least you knew what it was then, now it's just hurting and you have no idea why.
JJ Biggs: Don't worry about it, Jake. I keep telling you that I will be fine. Besides, I was born better than everyone else. They can be one hundred percent healthy and I can be fifty percent healthy. You know what? I'd still beat them. Just like I'm going to beat Chad Allen. He's going to walk into the arena with his head held high, a big smile on his face, and he's going to be more than confident that he can beat me. Why? Because I am not my normal self. He knows that I have a head injury and I know he's going to try to use it against me. But, his plan will fail because when Slam is over; he will leave the arena with his head down, and missing about five teeth from his smile. Allen wants to try to raise his stock in this company, but he picked the wrong person to try to do it against.
Jake Hudson: Hell yeah!
The two of them continue to drive down the street.
Jake Hudson: He's still there. He's been training for like a week straight.
JJ Biggs: Who?
Jake Hudson: The man that I brought to your attention the other day. He paid for a yearly membership and I guess he wants to get each and every day of it.
JJ glances up and he looks out of the window. Jake was correct, the man is now in the corner of the Gym doing a series of pull-ups. The man is sweating profusely and it's unknown how many he has done. Jake shakes his head in amazement as he watches on.
Jake Hudson: Unbelievable. I think, if he's still here after we get back from Slam, I'm going to talk to him. He seems to be highly dedicated to training and I should see if he has any ability in the ring.
JJ Biggs: Yeah. Speaking of Slam, if I am still having troubles with my head after the match, I'm going to go to the hospital. It's been killing me for the past few days and I have no idea what it is.
Jake Hudson: I see. Well, are you confident in your ability to even step into the ring against Chad Allen? You don't want to do something stupid and end up having permanent brain damage or something along those lines.
JJ Biggs: Nah, I'm going to go to Slam because, well, it's Chad Allen. I could beat the worthless son of a bitch with my right hand tied behind my back, my eyes closed, and his sister giving me a blow job right in the center of the ring.
Jake Hudson: Hah! All right. Come on, let's go. One of my assistants already placed the baggage into my car and he's going to watch the Gym while I'm gone.
JJ Biggs: All right.
Jake and JJ both rise up from their seats. JJ exits the building and he waits outside for Jake, who stopped to clear up a few things with the person that is going to be watching over the Gym for him. Moments later, Jake exits the gym and the two of them walk over to Jake's car. Once they are inside, Jake starts it up and pulls out of the parking lot.
Jake Hudson: Are you sure you're all right?
JJ Biggs: Yeah. I've been dealing with this pain for the past few weeks. I can continue on with it for at least one more match.
Jake Hudson: Yeah, but you said that you had a concussion at first. At least you knew what it was then, now it's just hurting and you have no idea why.
JJ Biggs: Don't worry about it, Jake. I keep telling you that I will be fine. Besides, I was born better than everyone else. They can be one hundred percent healthy and I can be fifty percent healthy. You know what? I'd still beat them. Just like I'm going to beat Chad Allen. He's going to walk into the arena with his head held high, a big smile on his face, and he's going to be more than confident that he can beat me. Why? Because I am not my normal self. He knows that I have a head injury and I know he's going to try to use it against me. But, his plan will fail because when Slam is over; he will leave the arena with his head down, and missing about five teeth from his smile. Allen wants to try to raise his stock in this company, but he picked the wrong person to try to do it against.
Jake Hudson: Hell yeah!
The two of them continue to drive down the street.
