Post by Biggs on Aug 27, 2006 13:01:01 GMT -5
The sun is shining brightly on the city below. The current location is in one of the local parks. It's very populated at this time of the day, as people of all ages are enjoying the beautiful weather. The freshly cut grass throughout the park releases a scent that gives you a feel of Heaven. The light wind isn't doing much of anything, failing to even move the smallest of branches on the trees. Amongst all of this, is JJ Biggs. He's sitting comfortably on a park bench and he's resting both of his arms on the top of the bench.
JJ Biggs: You know, up until Wednesday of this past week I actually thought I needed to prepare for this match at Ultimate Showdown. I'll admit, I was training as hard as I have in a long time. I was focused on doing nothing but gaining the victory in this match against Drake Kencedro. Then, it was as if a light bulb began to shine brightly over my head. I realized that I was, in fact, facing Drake Kencedro. Why do I need to waste my time in the Gym when I can be outside enjoying beautiful weather like this? Also, I'd much rather be outside enjoying this beautiful weather than wasting my time watching dull, horrible past wrestling matches of Drake Kencedro. I could retire for ten years, not step foot within one hundred yards of a Gym, and just suddenly return back to the wrestling ring and I could easily defeat him. He doesn't deserve to be in this company with wrestlers that actually possess talent. No, wait, he could remain with the company as the janitor. I bet he can scrub toilets better than he can wrestle.
JJ slowly rises up to his feet and he shoves his hands in his pockets. He slowly walks down the concrete tail which divides the park in half. The camera slowly walks in front of JJ, so he can continue to speak.
JJ Biggs: Washed up? Drake, you actually think I am washed up? I'm not washed up, Drake. If you know anything at all, you'd realize that I have dominated this company since my arrival. In took me a matter of months before I grasped both the WCF World Title and the WCF Television Title. If you hadn't got in my business, I'd probably be going for another championship in this company. No, I'm not going to argue with you, Drake. If I'm washed up, fine. However, I can still beat you one-on-one because you are a never-was. I can be a has-been, but at least I had my glory. You, you're just a pawn in each of these companies that you sign to. What are you? Lower mid-card at best? I am a main-eventer, and I still am even after I am considered, "washed up." So, Drake, until you win a championship that proves you have at least an ounce of talent. Or until you pick a victory up against me without a tag team partner, than you don't have the right to even speak a sentence that has my name in it.
Moving on, I will remember your name after Ultimate Showdown, Drake. You know why? It's because I'll have people saying this to me every day of my life: "Drake Kencedro could hardly stand after the beating you handed to him at Ultimate Showdown!" That's the only reason I'll remember your name, kid. However, you'll have a hard time remembering mine. Hell, you'll have a hard time remembering you're own. You're going to have short-term memory loss because you won't be able to withstand the power behind the steel chair shots and everything else I throw in your direction. You think you're going to be able to match me in this match, but you're going to get knocked on your ass. That's it, that's all I have to say. I'll see you tonight, Drake.
The camera stops moving as JJ passes by. As JJ continues to walk onward, the camera slowly begins to fade out to a black screen.
JJ Biggs: You know, up until Wednesday of this past week I actually thought I needed to prepare for this match at Ultimate Showdown. I'll admit, I was training as hard as I have in a long time. I was focused on doing nothing but gaining the victory in this match against Drake Kencedro. Then, it was as if a light bulb began to shine brightly over my head. I realized that I was, in fact, facing Drake Kencedro. Why do I need to waste my time in the Gym when I can be outside enjoying beautiful weather like this? Also, I'd much rather be outside enjoying this beautiful weather than wasting my time watching dull, horrible past wrestling matches of Drake Kencedro. I could retire for ten years, not step foot within one hundred yards of a Gym, and just suddenly return back to the wrestling ring and I could easily defeat him. He doesn't deserve to be in this company with wrestlers that actually possess talent. No, wait, he could remain with the company as the janitor. I bet he can scrub toilets better than he can wrestle.
JJ slowly rises up to his feet and he shoves his hands in his pockets. He slowly walks down the concrete tail which divides the park in half. The camera slowly walks in front of JJ, so he can continue to speak.
JJ Biggs: Washed up? Drake, you actually think I am washed up? I'm not washed up, Drake. If you know anything at all, you'd realize that I have dominated this company since my arrival. In took me a matter of months before I grasped both the WCF World Title and the WCF Television Title. If you hadn't got in my business, I'd probably be going for another championship in this company. No, I'm not going to argue with you, Drake. If I'm washed up, fine. However, I can still beat you one-on-one because you are a never-was. I can be a has-been, but at least I had my glory. You, you're just a pawn in each of these companies that you sign to. What are you? Lower mid-card at best? I am a main-eventer, and I still am even after I am considered, "washed up." So, Drake, until you win a championship that proves you have at least an ounce of talent. Or until you pick a victory up against me without a tag team partner, than you don't have the right to even speak a sentence that has my name in it.
Moving on, I will remember your name after Ultimate Showdown, Drake. You know why? It's because I'll have people saying this to me every day of my life: "Drake Kencedro could hardly stand after the beating you handed to him at Ultimate Showdown!" That's the only reason I'll remember your name, kid. However, you'll have a hard time remembering mine. Hell, you'll have a hard time remembering you're own. You're going to have short-term memory loss because you won't be able to withstand the power behind the steel chair shots and everything else I throw in your direction. You think you're going to be able to match me in this match, but you're going to get knocked on your ass. That's it, that's all I have to say. I'll see you tonight, Drake.
The camera stops moving as JJ passes by. As JJ continues to walk onward, the camera slowly begins to fade out to a black screen.
