Post by Biggs on Sept 22, 2006 16:34:33 GMT -5
OOC: Attention! The only part of this roleplay that is to be on camera is the part that will be in italics. Everything else shouldn't be mentioned by anyone else in their RPs because, well, like I said, it's not on camera. Thank you!
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A new day, a different adventure. The current location is "Jake's Gym." It's freezing outside, but once you step into the gym, you become immediately warm. Why? Because Jake believes the best way to train is with the heat turned up. Does it work? Who knows. It's his gym, and he can run it the way he pleases. Besides, over the past month or so, this gym has managed to become one of the most popular in the entire Miami area. Impressive, eh?
It's early in the morning on a business day; which means they're not many people inside of the building. If you were to stand at the entrance and count, you'd probably get between five-fifteen people. Of course, JJ Biggs is one of them. Although, he's not currently exercising. Instead, he's sitting in a steel chair that is placed directly to the left of the entrance. He's leaning back, resting his head against the wall, and he has his eyes closed. He is holding a bottle of Tylenol pain medication in his left hand.
Positioned next to him, leaning up against the wall, is Jake Hudson. He has his arms crossed on his chest and he's looking down at JJ.
Jake Hudson: You did good last week. It was a hard fought victory against Chad Allen.
JJ Biggs: I had my ass handed to me for most of the match, Jake. My head felt like it was about to explode, literally. I felt like throwing in the towel multiple times during that match, Jake.
Jake Hudson: You didn't, though. Besides, like I said, you picked up the victory.
JJ Biggs: Indeed.
Jake Hudson: Besides, Chad Allen could have finished the match on more than one occasion. You, however, never gave up and that's why you were the man that had his hand raised, not Chad Allen. That's why you're going to carry your team to victory this week. You and Ace are going to bring home the WCF Tag Team Champions while Devastation Inc. and The Sick Individuals leave the match with the sour taste of defeat.
JJ Biggs: Speaking of the taste of defeat, Chad Allen, you've been tasting that a lot lately, haven't you? I believe Ace and I defeated The Sick Individuals and The Brotherhood to become number one contenders for the tag titles in the first place. Then, last week, I defeated you once again. Honestly, do you plan on winning a match when I'm involved anytime soon? I honestly don't know how you and Conrad managed to weasel your way into this championship match because, well, like I said, you were beat and you're chance at getting into this match had come and gone. Oh well, it doesn't worry me. You haven't proven anything to me since you joined this company, anyway. Which brings me to another thing. I'm glad I've garnered your respect, Chad. But, I don't respect you. Why? Because I think I would have more of a challenge if WCF chose a fan from the audience. On a serious note, if your team does manage to get the victory at School of Pain, then I'll respect you. Why? Because you would have beaten the best.
Jake Hudson: What about JackHammer and Zafirah? You can't focus completely on Chad Allen and Conrad Howell because of the past few weeks. You can't forget that JackHammer is one half of the tag champions and Zafirah, who is wrestling in Chino's place.
JJ Biggs: I agree with what Chad Allen and the dude in the dress said about Zafirah. She is a woman and she doesn't belong in the ring. At School of Pain, she will be tossed around, beaten, and embarrassed because someone needs to show her where women like her need to be. And that, my friend, is on the corner with JackHammer's bitch, Angel. Speaking of JackHammer, I am disappointed. I always saw a great deal of potential in this man. Why? Because he's giant. He can grab someone like Conrad, Chad, or Ace and just squeeze them in his hands. But, instead, in every single company he is in, he always gets stuck in the tag team division. It's because he doesn't know how to release the potential. He doesn't know how to be dominant like he should. He doesn't know how to be the monster...that we all know he could be. Instead, he reminds me of Barney. A big, purple, soft dinosaur. Yeah, that's about right. Hammer, from this point on, I'm going to call you Barney. Unless, you do something to change my opinion of you at School of Pain. I don't think you'll be able to though because, well, Barney just molests children, he doesn't kick ass. So, Hammer/Barney, go live on the Neverland Ranch because wrestling isn't down your alley..
Before anything else can be said, the entrance to the building slowly opens. JJ and Jake both take their attention to the entrance and they are looking to whom it may be. It turns out to be the man that has been at the gym for every day, for the last week or so. The man enters the building and he looks over in the direction of JJ and Jake. He slowly makes his way over to the two.
Kyle Johnson: Hey. You're JJ Biggs, right?
JJ Biggs: Yeah. Who are you?
Kyle Johnson: I'm Kyle Johnson. I've been trying to train as much as I can lately. I'm hoping to become a professional wrestler.
JJ Biggs: Why would you want to do something stupid like that?
Kyle Johnson: What do you mean?
JJ Biggs: It's not a very smart career choice, Kyle. I've been wrestling for the past seven years and I wouldn't recommend it to anyone else. You're constantly on the road, the money isn't as much as you're told, and the injuries you get from this business is crazy.
Kyle Johnson: I see. I put a lot of thought into this a while ago. I really want to do this and I'm wondering if you could train me? I am in pretty good shape and I know how to wrestle a little bit. I just want to improve my skill so I can become as good as you are or maybe even better.
JJ Biggs: Two things, kid. It's impossible to get better than me and I don't train. I never have in my life and I probably wouldn't be a very good trainer, anyway.
Kyle Johnson: Couldn't you just try? Any knowledge you could give me would help me out a lot. I know it would.
JJ looks at Kyle to make sure that he is serious. He then looks up at Jake, who shrugs back at him. JJ release a long sigh before looking back up at Kyle.
JJ Biggs: I guess, man. Go put your shit in your locker and we'll start with some kind of training exercises to see what exactly you do know.
Kyle Johnson: Awesome! You're not going to regret it!
JJ Biggs: I hope not.
Kyle turns around and he jogs into the direction of the locker room. He enters the corridor that leads to the locker room and he disappears around a corner. JJ gets up from the chair and he slowly starts to walk across the gym. Jake walks by his side.
Jake Hudson: You sure about this?
JJ Biggs: Yeah, it'll probably be fun.
JJ opens up the bottle of Tylenol and he pops a few in his mouth. He chews them for a few moments and he swallows them down without any liquid. Jake and JJ are still walking across the gym when JJ suddenly drops the canister of pills. Jake looks over at JJ.
Jake Hudson: Are you all right?
JJ cannot answer as he falls down to the floor. He's shaking furiously and foam is pouring out of his mouth. JJ's arms are flying heavy where and he's kicking his feet all around. Jake quickly pulls out his cell phone and he dials nine-one-one........
To be continued..[/color]
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A new day, a different adventure. The current location is "Jake's Gym." It's freezing outside, but once you step into the gym, you become immediately warm. Why? Because Jake believes the best way to train is with the heat turned up. Does it work? Who knows. It's his gym, and he can run it the way he pleases. Besides, over the past month or so, this gym has managed to become one of the most popular in the entire Miami area. Impressive, eh?
It's early in the morning on a business day; which means they're not many people inside of the building. If you were to stand at the entrance and count, you'd probably get between five-fifteen people. Of course, JJ Biggs is one of them. Although, he's not currently exercising. Instead, he's sitting in a steel chair that is placed directly to the left of the entrance. He's leaning back, resting his head against the wall, and he has his eyes closed. He is holding a bottle of Tylenol pain medication in his left hand.
Positioned next to him, leaning up against the wall, is Jake Hudson. He has his arms crossed on his chest and he's looking down at JJ.
Jake Hudson: You did good last week. It was a hard fought victory against Chad Allen.
JJ Biggs: I had my ass handed to me for most of the match, Jake. My head felt like it was about to explode, literally. I felt like throwing in the towel multiple times during that match, Jake.
Jake Hudson: You didn't, though. Besides, like I said, you picked up the victory.
JJ Biggs: Indeed.
Jake Hudson: Besides, Chad Allen could have finished the match on more than one occasion. You, however, never gave up and that's why you were the man that had his hand raised, not Chad Allen. That's why you're going to carry your team to victory this week. You and Ace are going to bring home the WCF Tag Team Champions while Devastation Inc. and The Sick Individuals leave the match with the sour taste of defeat.
JJ Biggs: Speaking of the taste of defeat, Chad Allen, you've been tasting that a lot lately, haven't you? I believe Ace and I defeated The Sick Individuals and The Brotherhood to become number one contenders for the tag titles in the first place. Then, last week, I defeated you once again. Honestly, do you plan on winning a match when I'm involved anytime soon? I honestly don't know how you and Conrad managed to weasel your way into this championship match because, well, like I said, you were beat and you're chance at getting into this match had come and gone. Oh well, it doesn't worry me. You haven't proven anything to me since you joined this company, anyway. Which brings me to another thing. I'm glad I've garnered your respect, Chad. But, I don't respect you. Why? Because I think I would have more of a challenge if WCF chose a fan from the audience. On a serious note, if your team does manage to get the victory at School of Pain, then I'll respect you. Why? Because you would have beaten the best.
Jake Hudson: What about JackHammer and Zafirah? You can't focus completely on Chad Allen and Conrad Howell because of the past few weeks. You can't forget that JackHammer is one half of the tag champions and Zafirah, who is wrestling in Chino's place.
JJ Biggs: I agree with what Chad Allen and the dude in the dress said about Zafirah. She is a woman and she doesn't belong in the ring. At School of Pain, she will be tossed around, beaten, and embarrassed because someone needs to show her where women like her need to be. And that, my friend, is on the corner with JackHammer's bitch, Angel. Speaking of JackHammer, I am disappointed. I always saw a great deal of potential in this man. Why? Because he's giant. He can grab someone like Conrad, Chad, or Ace and just squeeze them in his hands. But, instead, in every single company he is in, he always gets stuck in the tag team division. It's because he doesn't know how to release the potential. He doesn't know how to be dominant like he should. He doesn't know how to be the monster...that we all know he could be. Instead, he reminds me of Barney. A big, purple, soft dinosaur. Yeah, that's about right. Hammer, from this point on, I'm going to call you Barney. Unless, you do something to change my opinion of you at School of Pain. I don't think you'll be able to though because, well, Barney just molests children, he doesn't kick ass. So, Hammer/Barney, go live on the Neverland Ranch because wrestling isn't down your alley..
Before anything else can be said, the entrance to the building slowly opens. JJ and Jake both take their attention to the entrance and they are looking to whom it may be. It turns out to be the man that has been at the gym for every day, for the last week or so. The man enters the building and he looks over in the direction of JJ and Jake. He slowly makes his way over to the two.
Kyle Johnson: Hey. You're JJ Biggs, right?
JJ Biggs: Yeah. Who are you?
Kyle Johnson: I'm Kyle Johnson. I've been trying to train as much as I can lately. I'm hoping to become a professional wrestler.
JJ Biggs: Why would you want to do something stupid like that?
Kyle Johnson: What do you mean?
JJ Biggs: It's not a very smart career choice, Kyle. I've been wrestling for the past seven years and I wouldn't recommend it to anyone else. You're constantly on the road, the money isn't as much as you're told, and the injuries you get from this business is crazy.
Kyle Johnson: I see. I put a lot of thought into this a while ago. I really want to do this and I'm wondering if you could train me? I am in pretty good shape and I know how to wrestle a little bit. I just want to improve my skill so I can become as good as you are or maybe even better.
JJ Biggs: Two things, kid. It's impossible to get better than me and I don't train. I never have in my life and I probably wouldn't be a very good trainer, anyway.
Kyle Johnson: Couldn't you just try? Any knowledge you could give me would help me out a lot. I know it would.
JJ looks at Kyle to make sure that he is serious. He then looks up at Jake, who shrugs back at him. JJ release a long sigh before looking back up at Kyle.
JJ Biggs: I guess, man. Go put your shit in your locker and we'll start with some kind of training exercises to see what exactly you do know.
Kyle Johnson: Awesome! You're not going to regret it!
JJ Biggs: I hope not.
Kyle turns around and he jogs into the direction of the locker room. He enters the corridor that leads to the locker room and he disappears around a corner. JJ gets up from the chair and he slowly starts to walk across the gym. Jake walks by his side.
Jake Hudson: You sure about this?
JJ Biggs: Yeah, it'll probably be fun.
JJ opens up the bottle of Tylenol and he pops a few in his mouth. He chews them for a few moments and he swallows them down without any liquid. Jake and JJ are still walking across the gym when JJ suddenly drops the canister of pills. Jake looks over at JJ.
Jake Hudson: Are you all right?
JJ cannot answer as he falls down to the floor. He's shaking furiously and foam is pouring out of his mouth. JJ's arms are flying heavy where and he's kicking his feet all around. Jake quickly pulls out his cell phone and he dials nine-one-one........
To be continued..[/color]
