Post by Biggs on Aug 23, 2006 17:15:14 GMT -5
Over the past seven years I have reigned dominant inside of the squared-circle. For every single wrestling fan around the country, JJ Biggs is a name that they all know. It's a name that they've grown to appreciate no matter what I do on the live events. At times they won't agree with my actions and they will have some type of hatred for me. However, I've earned something that most people in this business never receive. It's the most important thing in life; it's respect. After placing your body on the line week after week and defying the odds on multiple occasions, you are granted respect. Torture, Logan, and Creeping Death are just a few superstars in this company that are respected by their fellow wrestlers and by the fans that watch WCF every week. There are a few other superstars that I could add to that list, but there is one that I can't add to that list.
Drake Kencedro. As far as I'm concerned, he's done nothing in this business to even be considered as a man that's respected. He's won a couple of titles here and there, but the way he wrestles is embarrassing. The way he carries himself in the backstage area when the camera isn't around is embarrassing. As far as I'm concerned, Drake Kencedro is embarrassing. He doesn't have any respect for anybody. Wait, I don't care about anyone else; what matters the most is that he disrespects me! I don't like to be disrespected, Drake. As far as I'm concerned, my career has been monstrous. Using a metaphor, it's been the size of the Empire State Building. Your career has been small and sad. In other words, your career is worthless, you're worthless, your life is worthless.
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The sun is shining, children are laughing and playing. All in all, it's another beautiful day in Miami, Florida. JJ Biggs is enjoying the nice day as he is taking a stroll down the sidewalk. It looks as if he's just finished another training session as he has his duffle bag around his shoulder. He arrives at the corner of the street and he's about to cross the street, but a man stops him.
Man: Yo, man!
JJ stops in his tracks and he squints to get a better look at the man's face. It takes a few moments, but he realizes who the man looks like and he smirks to himself.
JJ Biggs: Drake Kencedro?
Man: Nah, man. I've been told I resemble him, though. It's funny how he's a professional wrestler and I'm living on the streets. You'd figure my facial features would at least get me somewhere.
JJ Biggs: Huh? He wrestles like a bum, so you two have more than just the wicked facial features in common.
Man: That's funny. Anyway, can I have a few dollars? I figured since you're a big time wrestler and everything you could afford to give me a few dollars.
JJ Biggs: You're right. I can afford to give you a few dollars, but I'm not going to.
Man: That's not cool.
JJ Biggs: You're not cool. You smell and look like an ass. I am still in shock that you're not actually Drake Kencedro. You two have so many things in common that it's uncanny!
Man: I know! I need to learn how to wrestle and then we would be like twins!
JJ Biggs: That wouldn't be a good thing, man.
Man: True.
JJ Biggs: Anyway, I have things to attend to.
Man: All right, Church.
JJ shakes his head as he walks past the man and he continues to walk down the street. Eventually, he arrives at his home and to his surprise, Hank Brown is sitting on his front steps. JJ walks through his lawn and he stops in front of Hank Brown.
Hank Brown: Hello, JJ. How are you today?
JJ Biggs: I was doing pretty well until I saw you sitting here.
Hank Brown: I see. Anyway, I would like to conduct a quick interview with you. I'm trying to conduct as many as I can before Ultimate Showdown. Do you mind if I come in?
JJ Biggs: Yes, I mind. Let's just do it out here.
Hank Brown: Okay, then. First off, ever since Drake Kencedro arrived in WCF he has been a thorn in your side. He has involved himself in your Television Title match, he's managed to beat you in a couple of matches over the past couples of weeks. What are your thoughts on the situation?
JJ Biggs: Damnit, Hank. The son of a bitch hasn't gotten a victory of me. I thought you were smarter than Drake, but I guess I was wrong. In order to get a victory over a fellow opponent, you must either make him tap or win via pinfall. He hasn't done neither of them, Hank. So, in other words, he hasn't gotten a victory over me and he never will.
Hank Brown: Indeed. Secondly, I spoke to Drake a few days ago after Slam and he seemed very angry that you "stole" Honey Valentine from him.
JJ Biggs: Huh? How can I steal a person? I thought it was kidnapping? Anyway, yes, I saw that interview and I could see that he was angry. However, it was Honey Valentine's decision. She wanted to leave with a true superstar. She realized, just the same way that I do, that Drake Kencedro isn't going to be able to do anything in this company. He's going to continue picking up small victories, but he'll never be given the chance to go after any championships because he's not worthy. To move up the ladder, he's going to need to defeat me and I guarantee that he won't.
Hank Brown: Where is Honey Valentine?
JJ Biggs: She's staying with me until we figure out something.
Hank Brown: You wrestled in the same company as Drake Kencedro a long time ago. If I remember correctly, he grasped the "X-Division" Championship.
JJ Biggs: Yes, he did. However, he was the first person to hold that belt. It was a short lived division in that federation and all of the blame has to go on the shoulders of Drake Kencedro. If he wasn't the man who won that title, the division would have prospered into something fans loved watching. But he ruined it with his lack of in-ring talent. Which is why WCF needs to keep him away from all of the championships in this company. If the fans see him grasp anything, they will just turn off their television and watch something else. No body enjoys watching him wrestle. No, wait, I thought of a championship that he could hold. WCF needs to bring in a Woman's Championship and give it to Drake. He could do well in that division.
Hank Brown: So you feel you're going to get the victory at Ultimate Showdown?
JJ Biggs: Of course.
Hank Brown: All right, thank you for the interview.
JJ Biggs: Yep, Church.
Hank Brown: What does that mean?
JJ Biggs: I don't quite know. I heard it on the way home. Anyway, go away.
JJ brushes by Hank and he unlocks his front door. He enters his house and he slams the door closed as the scene slowly fades out.
Drake Kencedro. As far as I'm concerned, he's done nothing in this business to even be considered as a man that's respected. He's won a couple of titles here and there, but the way he wrestles is embarrassing. The way he carries himself in the backstage area when the camera isn't around is embarrassing. As far as I'm concerned, Drake Kencedro is embarrassing. He doesn't have any respect for anybody. Wait, I don't care about anyone else; what matters the most is that he disrespects me! I don't like to be disrespected, Drake. As far as I'm concerned, my career has been monstrous. Using a metaphor, it's been the size of the Empire State Building. Your career has been small and sad. In other words, your career is worthless, you're worthless, your life is worthless.
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The sun is shining, children are laughing and playing. All in all, it's another beautiful day in Miami, Florida. JJ Biggs is enjoying the nice day as he is taking a stroll down the sidewalk. It looks as if he's just finished another training session as he has his duffle bag around his shoulder. He arrives at the corner of the street and he's about to cross the street, but a man stops him.
Man: Yo, man!
JJ stops in his tracks and he squints to get a better look at the man's face. It takes a few moments, but he realizes who the man looks like and he smirks to himself.
JJ Biggs: Drake Kencedro?
Man: Nah, man. I've been told I resemble him, though. It's funny how he's a professional wrestler and I'm living on the streets. You'd figure my facial features would at least get me somewhere.
JJ Biggs: Huh? He wrestles like a bum, so you two have more than just the wicked facial features in common.
Man: That's funny. Anyway, can I have a few dollars? I figured since you're a big time wrestler and everything you could afford to give me a few dollars.
JJ Biggs: You're right. I can afford to give you a few dollars, but I'm not going to.
Man: That's not cool.
JJ Biggs: You're not cool. You smell and look like an ass. I am still in shock that you're not actually Drake Kencedro. You two have so many things in common that it's uncanny!
Man: I know! I need to learn how to wrestle and then we would be like twins!
JJ Biggs: That wouldn't be a good thing, man.
Man: True.
JJ Biggs: Anyway, I have things to attend to.
Man: All right, Church.
JJ shakes his head as he walks past the man and he continues to walk down the street. Eventually, he arrives at his home and to his surprise, Hank Brown is sitting on his front steps. JJ walks through his lawn and he stops in front of Hank Brown.
Hank Brown: Hello, JJ. How are you today?
JJ Biggs: I was doing pretty well until I saw you sitting here.
Hank Brown: I see. Anyway, I would like to conduct a quick interview with you. I'm trying to conduct as many as I can before Ultimate Showdown. Do you mind if I come in?
JJ Biggs: Yes, I mind. Let's just do it out here.
Hank Brown: Okay, then. First off, ever since Drake Kencedro arrived in WCF he has been a thorn in your side. He has involved himself in your Television Title match, he's managed to beat you in a couple of matches over the past couples of weeks. What are your thoughts on the situation?
JJ Biggs: Damnit, Hank. The son of a bitch hasn't gotten a victory of me. I thought you were smarter than Drake, but I guess I was wrong. In order to get a victory over a fellow opponent, you must either make him tap or win via pinfall. He hasn't done neither of them, Hank. So, in other words, he hasn't gotten a victory over me and he never will.
Hank Brown: Indeed. Secondly, I spoke to Drake a few days ago after Slam and he seemed very angry that you "stole" Honey Valentine from him.
JJ Biggs: Huh? How can I steal a person? I thought it was kidnapping? Anyway, yes, I saw that interview and I could see that he was angry. However, it was Honey Valentine's decision. She wanted to leave with a true superstar. She realized, just the same way that I do, that Drake Kencedro isn't going to be able to do anything in this company. He's going to continue picking up small victories, but he'll never be given the chance to go after any championships because he's not worthy. To move up the ladder, he's going to need to defeat me and I guarantee that he won't.
Hank Brown: Where is Honey Valentine?
JJ Biggs: She's staying with me until we figure out something.
Hank Brown: You wrestled in the same company as Drake Kencedro a long time ago. If I remember correctly, he grasped the "X-Division" Championship.
JJ Biggs: Yes, he did. However, he was the first person to hold that belt. It was a short lived division in that federation and all of the blame has to go on the shoulders of Drake Kencedro. If he wasn't the man who won that title, the division would have prospered into something fans loved watching. But he ruined it with his lack of in-ring talent. Which is why WCF needs to keep him away from all of the championships in this company. If the fans see him grasp anything, they will just turn off their television and watch something else. No body enjoys watching him wrestle. No, wait, I thought of a championship that he could hold. WCF needs to bring in a Woman's Championship and give it to Drake. He could do well in that division.
Hank Brown: So you feel you're going to get the victory at Ultimate Showdown?
JJ Biggs: Of course.
Hank Brown: All right, thank you for the interview.
JJ Biggs: Yep, Church.
Hank Brown: What does that mean?
JJ Biggs: I don't quite know. I heard it on the way home. Anyway, go away.
JJ brushes by Hank and he unlocks his front door. He enters his house and he slams the door closed as the scene slowly fades out.
