Post by Biggs on Oct 19, 2006 16:46:56 GMT -5
Jake Hudson pulls his vehicle into the parking lot of, "Jake's Gym." He pulls up to the parking spot in front of the entrance that is permanently reserved for him. He looks over at JJ; who's currently keeping himself amused by attempting to count the hearts on his blanket. Jake shakes his head before exiting the vehicle and walking over to the passenger's side. He opens the door and he waits until JJ steps out before slamming it closed. Jake walks to the back of his car and he opens the trunk. After grabbing JJ's duffle bag, he closes it, and walks with JJ to the entrance of the gym.
Just before they arrive at the entrance; a big, manly black woman exits the gym. JJ, almost as if he's in a state of amazement, is staring at the woman with bulging eyes.
JJ Biggs: Hilary Clinton?
Jake Hudson: No, JJ. Excuse him, ma'am.
The lady, obviously not pleased, storms away from the gym entrance and walks in the direction of her car. Jake shakes his head before him and JJ enter the gym. There are a lot of people there, working out and training for various reasons. Jake takes a quick glance around the place to make sure that everything is in order since he hasn't been there in about a week.
Member: JJ, catch!
The man is only about ten feet away and he uses both hands to throw a heavy medicine ball in the direction of JJ Biggs. JJ, not knowing exactly what to do in this situation, doesn't move out of the way and the medicine ball hits him directly in the chest. JJ stumbles back a little bit and he hits the wall.
Jake Hudson: Son of a bitch! What the hell is your problem, man? You don't throw a ball that weighs twenty-five pounds in the direction of an unsuspecting person!
Member: I do it all the time! He usually catches it.
Jake Hudson: Yeah, well, go away!
Jake walks over in JJ's direction. JJ is rubbing his chest with his blanket.
Jake Hudson: Are you all right?
JJ Biggs: No! Where's his mother at? I am going to tell on him! Right now!
Jake Hudson: What? Dude, calm down. He didn't mean to harm you; he thought you were going to catch it.
JJ Biggs: I guess..
Jake Hudson: Yeah. Here, take your bag and go to the locker room. Change into your attire and come back out. We have some training we need to do.
JJ nods as he takes the bag from Jake Hudson. JJ walks across the gymnasium and he enters the locker room area. However, he turns left instead of right at the end of the corridor. The name above the room he just entered reads, "Women's Locker Room." JJ pulls open the door and the first thing he sees is a nude woman drying her hair with a towel. JJ is changing his attention from his breast to her vagina. It takes a moment, but he finally says something.
JJ Biggs: Ew. You're hairy.
The woman, just now noticing JJ, screams at the top of her lungs. She uses the towel she was drying her hair with to cover herself up as she continues to scream. JJ uses his blanket to cover his eyes from the annoying sound. A few moments later, Jake Hudson with another employee enter the locker room with a look of panic on their faces.
Jake Hudson: What the hell are you doing, JJ?
JJ Biggs: I don't know! I don't know!
Jake Hudson: I'm sorry, ma'am. He didn't mean any harm. You may go back to doing whatever you were doing.
Jake Hudson and the employee usher JJ Biggs out of the locker room. Jake motions for the employee to leave.
Jake Hudson: Calm down, man. You took the wrong turn, people do it all the time.
JJ Biggs: R-r-r-r-really?
Jake Hudson: No. But go into the locker room and change! After you finish make sure you come right out.
JJ Biggs: Okay.
Jake points in the direction of the correct locker room and JJ walks in that direction. After he enters the locker room, Jake grabs a handful of his hair and acts as if he's about to pull it out. He sighs before walking back out into the gym and he walks in the direction of his office. Before he gets to his office, he's stopped by Kyle Johnson.
Kyle Johnson || Vendetta: What happened?
Jake Hudson: Nothing.
Kyle Johnson || Vendetta: I see.
Jake Hudson: Indeed. Go back to doing whatever you were doing. If you're finished with your workout in the next fifteen minutes, go ahead and go home. It looks like you've been trying really hard today.
Kyle Johnson || Vendetta: All right. Thanks, Jake.
Jake nods before turning around and entering his office. He walks around his desk and takes a seat in his chair, propping his feet up on the table.
Jake Hudson: Sick Individuals, I'm going to take this opportunity to get a couple of things off my chest. I honestly don't give a damn if bringing up your mother pisses you off, Mr. Howell. In fact, I fucked your mother the other night. The following morning, she cooked me a huge breakfast. Does that make you angry? Are you getting more frustrated with each insult I throw in your mother's direction? Are you going to bring more cinder blocks to the arena? Oh, wait, I have something even better. Shanon was included, as well. It was me, Shanon, and your mother. Guess where we did it? In your bedroom, Conrad. You see, if you haven't realized what I'm trying to get at here, I don't give a damn how pissed off you are, Conrad. JJ Biggs, even in his current state, will easily be able to defeat you and Chad Allen. You know what makes that even more embarrassing? Is he'll be beating you by himself! After that, what kind of excuse are you going to have? "JJ Biggs isn't better than The Sick Individuals! It was a fluke! We're still the WCF Tag Team Champions!"
Honestly, I am getting very, very tired of hearing you two say that you've never been beaten. Conrad mentioned it himself, JJ Biggs has already pinned Chad Allen in a single's match a few weeks ago. JJ Biggs would do the same if he faced Conrad Howell, but Howell doesn't have the same amount of balls that Chad has. And Chad only has one, so Conrad, you don't have any.
To make my finishing statement, JJ Biggs is the greatest wrestler in this company. His accomplishments in this company have come at a great speed. He's tough to beat, and even at his current state, he's better than half the roster. I'm sorry to tell you, but The Sick Individuals are on the lower part of the roster. The part of the roster that JJ Biggs is better than right now. So, after Slam, what's going to be your excuse then? You going to throw a party admitting you two are just a couple of losers? Who knows. You two are just happy that you're getting television time. If you were in any other company, you wouldn't even be good enough to wrestle during House Shows.
Jake, feeling pleased with his verbal attack, rises to his feet and he exits his office. He looks around the gym for JJ Biggs, but he doesn't see him. He glances down at his watch and it's been over fifteen minutes. Jake begins to walk in the direction of the locker room, but he immediately stops in his tracks when JJ Biggs appears at the end of the corridor.
Jake Hudson: What the hell?
JJ Biggs is wearing a kilt, with a Sick Individuals shirt. He has a huge smile on his face as he waves in the direction of Jake Hudson. Jake slowly walks over to JJ.
Jake Hudson: Where the hell did you get those clothes, JJ?
JJ Biggs: I found them in the trash can!
Jake Hudson: And you're wearing it?
JJ Biggs: Indeed! I'm a Sick Individual!
JJ has a huge smile on his face as he takes off running through the gym. He's waving his arms around frantically as he's enjoying himself. As he tries to turn the corner to keep running, he gets tangled up in a jump rope and he stumbles before falling to the ground.
Jake Hudson: Yeah. That's about how The Sick Individuals handle themselves inside of the squared-circle.
Jake walks in JJ's direction as the scene slowly fades out.[/b]
Just before they arrive at the entrance; a big, manly black woman exits the gym. JJ, almost as if he's in a state of amazement, is staring at the woman with bulging eyes.
JJ Biggs: Hilary Clinton?
Jake Hudson: No, JJ. Excuse him, ma'am.
The lady, obviously not pleased, storms away from the gym entrance and walks in the direction of her car. Jake shakes his head before him and JJ enter the gym. There are a lot of people there, working out and training for various reasons. Jake takes a quick glance around the place to make sure that everything is in order since he hasn't been there in about a week.
Member: JJ, catch!
The man is only about ten feet away and he uses both hands to throw a heavy medicine ball in the direction of JJ Biggs. JJ, not knowing exactly what to do in this situation, doesn't move out of the way and the medicine ball hits him directly in the chest. JJ stumbles back a little bit and he hits the wall.
Jake Hudson: Son of a bitch! What the hell is your problem, man? You don't throw a ball that weighs twenty-five pounds in the direction of an unsuspecting person!
Member: I do it all the time! He usually catches it.
Jake Hudson: Yeah, well, go away!
Jake walks over in JJ's direction. JJ is rubbing his chest with his blanket.
Jake Hudson: Are you all right?
JJ Biggs: No! Where's his mother at? I am going to tell on him! Right now!
Jake Hudson: What? Dude, calm down. He didn't mean to harm you; he thought you were going to catch it.
JJ Biggs: I guess..
Jake Hudson: Yeah. Here, take your bag and go to the locker room. Change into your attire and come back out. We have some training we need to do.
JJ nods as he takes the bag from Jake Hudson. JJ walks across the gymnasium and he enters the locker room area. However, he turns left instead of right at the end of the corridor. The name above the room he just entered reads, "Women's Locker Room." JJ pulls open the door and the first thing he sees is a nude woman drying her hair with a towel. JJ is changing his attention from his breast to her vagina. It takes a moment, but he finally says something.
JJ Biggs: Ew. You're hairy.
The woman, just now noticing JJ, screams at the top of her lungs. She uses the towel she was drying her hair with to cover herself up as she continues to scream. JJ uses his blanket to cover his eyes from the annoying sound. A few moments later, Jake Hudson with another employee enter the locker room with a look of panic on their faces.
Jake Hudson: What the hell are you doing, JJ?
JJ Biggs: I don't know! I don't know!
Jake Hudson: I'm sorry, ma'am. He didn't mean any harm. You may go back to doing whatever you were doing.
Jake Hudson and the employee usher JJ Biggs out of the locker room. Jake motions for the employee to leave.
Jake Hudson: Calm down, man. You took the wrong turn, people do it all the time.
JJ Biggs: R-r-r-r-really?
Jake Hudson: No. But go into the locker room and change! After you finish make sure you come right out.
JJ Biggs: Okay.
Jake points in the direction of the correct locker room and JJ walks in that direction. After he enters the locker room, Jake grabs a handful of his hair and acts as if he's about to pull it out. He sighs before walking back out into the gym and he walks in the direction of his office. Before he gets to his office, he's stopped by Kyle Johnson.
Kyle Johnson || Vendetta: What happened?
Jake Hudson: Nothing.
Kyle Johnson || Vendetta: I see.
Jake Hudson: Indeed. Go back to doing whatever you were doing. If you're finished with your workout in the next fifteen minutes, go ahead and go home. It looks like you've been trying really hard today.
Kyle Johnson || Vendetta: All right. Thanks, Jake.
Jake nods before turning around and entering his office. He walks around his desk and takes a seat in his chair, propping his feet up on the table.
Jake Hudson: Sick Individuals, I'm going to take this opportunity to get a couple of things off my chest. I honestly don't give a damn if bringing up your mother pisses you off, Mr. Howell. In fact, I fucked your mother the other night. The following morning, she cooked me a huge breakfast. Does that make you angry? Are you getting more frustrated with each insult I throw in your mother's direction? Are you going to bring more cinder blocks to the arena? Oh, wait, I have something even better. Shanon was included, as well. It was me, Shanon, and your mother. Guess where we did it? In your bedroom, Conrad. You see, if you haven't realized what I'm trying to get at here, I don't give a damn how pissed off you are, Conrad. JJ Biggs, even in his current state, will easily be able to defeat you and Chad Allen. You know what makes that even more embarrassing? Is he'll be beating you by himself! After that, what kind of excuse are you going to have? "JJ Biggs isn't better than The Sick Individuals! It was a fluke! We're still the WCF Tag Team Champions!"
Honestly, I am getting very, very tired of hearing you two say that you've never been beaten. Conrad mentioned it himself, JJ Biggs has already pinned Chad Allen in a single's match a few weeks ago. JJ Biggs would do the same if he faced Conrad Howell, but Howell doesn't have the same amount of balls that Chad has. And Chad only has one, so Conrad, you don't have any.
To make my finishing statement, JJ Biggs is the greatest wrestler in this company. His accomplishments in this company have come at a great speed. He's tough to beat, and even at his current state, he's better than half the roster. I'm sorry to tell you, but The Sick Individuals are on the lower part of the roster. The part of the roster that JJ Biggs is better than right now. So, after Slam, what's going to be your excuse then? You going to throw a party admitting you two are just a couple of losers? Who knows. You two are just happy that you're getting television time. If you were in any other company, you wouldn't even be good enough to wrestle during House Shows.
Jake, feeling pleased with his verbal attack, rises to his feet and he exits his office. He looks around the gym for JJ Biggs, but he doesn't see him. He glances down at his watch and it's been over fifteen minutes. Jake begins to walk in the direction of the locker room, but he immediately stops in his tracks when JJ Biggs appears at the end of the corridor.
Jake Hudson: What the hell?
JJ Biggs is wearing a kilt, with a Sick Individuals shirt. He has a huge smile on his face as he waves in the direction of Jake Hudson. Jake slowly walks over to JJ.
Jake Hudson: Where the hell did you get those clothes, JJ?
JJ Biggs: I found them in the trash can!
Jake Hudson: And you're wearing it?
JJ Biggs: Indeed! I'm a Sick Individual!
JJ has a huge smile on his face as he takes off running through the gym. He's waving his arms around frantically as he's enjoying himself. As he tries to turn the corner to keep running, he gets tangled up in a jump rope and he stumbles before falling to the ground.
Jake Hudson: Yeah. That's about how The Sick Individuals handle themselves inside of the squared-circle.
Jake walks in JJ's direction as the scene slowly fades out.[/b]
