Post by Biggs on May 6, 2006 18:46:03 GMT -5
Romantic music is playing quietly in the background of one of the finest restaurants in Miami. Most of the tables are occupied, but there are a few scattered around the room that remain. Suddenly, the employee at the front door opens them and in steps JJ Biggs and his lovely date for the evening, Erica Hudson. JJ is wearing a black suit with a white tie and Erica is wearing a long red dress and she is carrying a matching red purse.
The two of them walk down the red carpeted hallway as they make their way to the front desk. An older looking man, who is balding and wearing a pair of thick glasses, smiles at the couple and he opens his reservation book in front of him. His name tag reads, "Mr. Davis."
Mr. Davis: Do you have reservations for this evening?
JJ Biggs: Yes, sir. A table for two should be reserved under the name, "Biggs."
Mr. Davis: Indeed it is. Right this way, please.
Mr. Davis closes his reservations book and he grabs two menus which are placed under the counter. He then walks out from behind the counter as JJ and Erica follow him to their table. Once they arrive, Mr. Davis places the menus on the table.
Mr. Davis: Here you go, sir and ma'am. We will give you a few moments to look over the menu and a waiter will be out to take your order. If you have any complaints, questions, or suggestions you can talk to me before leaving the restaurant. Lastly, is there a type of wine that you would like the waiter to bring to your table upon his arrival?
JJ Biggs: The finest bottle you have, sir.
Mr. Davis: All right. Enjoy your meal.
JJ nods as he pulls the chair out from the table to allow Erica to sit down. Once she is seated, he pushes the chair in and he walks around the table and he takes a seat in his chair. The two of them get situated before taking a look at their menus.
JJ Biggs: What are you going to get?
Erica Hudson: I'm not sure, this is the first time I've ever been here. A lot of this food looks pretty good, though.
JJ Biggs: Yeah. I think I'm just going to order the Spaghetti platter with a piece of garlic bread.
Erica: That sounds good. I think I'm going to get the Fish platter. It comes with a side of shrimp and French fries.
JJ Biggs: Okay.
Moments later, the waiter makes his way over to their table. He arrives at the table and he sets the bottle of wine down. He pulls his notepad out of his pocket along with his pen. He looks at Erica and then JJ, before speaking. His name tag reads, "Mr. Fields."
Mr. Fields: Are you two ready to order?
JJ Biggs: Yes. I'll take the Spaghetti platter with a piece of garlic bread on the side. She wants the Fish platter, right?
Mr. Fields and JJ looks at Erica waiting for her response. However, she looks to be day dreaming as she is staring directly past JJ. They both wait patiently for a few moments, still she doesn't blink. Finally, JJ moves his hand in front of her face and she suddenly pops back to reality.
Erica Hudson: I'm sorry, what was the question?
JJ Biggs: You wanted the Fish platter, correct?
Erica Hudson: Yes.
Mr. Fields: Okay. You're food will be ready in a few minutes and I will bring it out to you.
JJ nods. The waiter smiles before turning around and walking off. JJ grabs the bottle of wine. They must have popped the cork before bringing it out to the table. It's smart to do it that way, therefore you won't have anybody get their teeth knocked out by a flying cork.
Anyway, JJ pours the wine into his empty glass in front of him. He gets out of his seat and he leans over the table a little bit and he pours some in Erica's glass. He then sits back down and he sets the bottle back down on the table. JJ picks up his glass of wine and he takes a small sip from it. He places it back down on the table and he looks over at Erica. For some reason unknown, a massive amount of sweat is glistening on her forehead. JJ isn't sweating, he looks around the room at other people and they aren't sweating.
JJ Biggs: Erica, would you like to step outside and get some fresh air?
Erica Hudson: No, why do you ask?
JJ Biggs: You're sweating profusely.
Erica brings her hand up to her forehead and she feels the sweat. A nasty expression appears across her face as she picks up a towel and she wipes it off. It's almost as if she didn't even know she was sweating.
JJ Biggs: Um, okay. So, what do you want to talk about, I guess?
Erica Hudson: Let's talk about your job. I've always been curious about wrestling. I just don't understand why anybody would want to actually take beatings like that week in and week out.
JJ Biggs: It's not that bad. Plus, it's real good pay. Hell, some weeks it's pretty fun and I'll tell you why. You know when you work with somebody that tends to run their mouth a lot? All you want to do is beat the hell out of them to make them shut up, but you know if you do it, you'll have to face some repercussions?
Erica Hudson: Indeed.
JJ Biggs: Well, being a wrestler I can do that without having to deal with anything. Come to think of it, tomorrow will be one of those nights where I get to shut somebody up.
Erica Hudson: Why, is your opponent running his mouth?
JJ Biggs: Yeah. His name is Sean Hughes. I'm sure you've never heard of him unless you've come across one of his movies he's starred in at a yard sale or something. He's just a failure by nature. He's failed at being an actor and after he gets his ass kicked tomorrow, he's going to realize that he's a failure at wrestling, too.
Erica Hudson: I should turn on the show tomorrow, then. I want to see you in action.
JJ Biggs: Heh.
JJ has a smile across his face now, as he picks up his glass once again to take another sip from it's contents. He rests the glass back on the table softly. He opens his mouth to say something else, but he gets distracted by something quite odd. Erica's right hand is shaking quickly, but softly on the table. He looks up at her and she smiles at him and he looks back down at her hand.
JJ Biggs: Are you okay?
Erica Hudson: Yes.
JJ Biggs: Are you sure?
Erica Hudson: I said yes!
Unexpectedly, she raised her voice at JJ. Most of the people trying to enjoy their meals all looked over in the direction of Erica. Most of them had angry expressions painted across their faces. They have all the right in the world, too. They paid damn good money to eat at this place and they do not like being interuppted.
Erica Hudson: I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell. However, I, uh, I need to go to the restroom.
JJ doesn't get a chance to respond, as Erica is hurrying away from the table with her purse in her hand. He mumbles something under his breath.
A few minutes later, the waiter returns to JJ's table with a tray in his hand. He has a smile painted on his face as he places a plate of Spaghetti in front of JJ. He then places a plate of Fish in front of Erica's empty seat.
JJ Biggs: Thank you.
Mr. Fields nods before turning around and walking off, again. JJ becomes impatient as he takes another drink from his wine. Erica has been gone for over ten minutes, now. A few minutes later, JJ looks at his watch for the final time. He finishes off the remaining wine in his glass before scooting away from the table and rising up to his feet.
He slowly makes his way across the room in the direction of the bathrooms. Once he reaches the ladies' bathroom, he looks in all directions before pushing the door open a few inches and stepping halfway in.
JJ Biggs: Erica?
He doesn't get a response. Instead, he hears a faint choking sound deep in the bathroom. He sighs as he walks the rest of the way into the bathroom. He walks to the last stall where the sound is coming from. He pushes open the door, as it's unlocked, and he doesn't believe what he sees. Erica Hudson is lying on the floor, white as a ghost, foaming from the mouth. She has a thick rubber string or band tied around her elbow area and there is a needle lying next to her. JJ covers his mouth with his hand and you can see his eyes begin to water up. He quickly turns around and he runs to the bathroom door. He opens it and he sticks his head out.
JJ Biggs: Somebody call a fucking ambulance! We have an emergency, please, somebody call!
The two of them walk down the red carpeted hallway as they make their way to the front desk. An older looking man, who is balding and wearing a pair of thick glasses, smiles at the couple and he opens his reservation book in front of him. His name tag reads, "Mr. Davis."
Mr. Davis: Do you have reservations for this evening?
JJ Biggs: Yes, sir. A table for two should be reserved under the name, "Biggs."
Mr. Davis: Indeed it is. Right this way, please.
Mr. Davis closes his reservations book and he grabs two menus which are placed under the counter. He then walks out from behind the counter as JJ and Erica follow him to their table. Once they arrive, Mr. Davis places the menus on the table.
Mr. Davis: Here you go, sir and ma'am. We will give you a few moments to look over the menu and a waiter will be out to take your order. If you have any complaints, questions, or suggestions you can talk to me before leaving the restaurant. Lastly, is there a type of wine that you would like the waiter to bring to your table upon his arrival?
JJ Biggs: The finest bottle you have, sir.
Mr. Davis: All right. Enjoy your meal.
JJ nods as he pulls the chair out from the table to allow Erica to sit down. Once she is seated, he pushes the chair in and he walks around the table and he takes a seat in his chair. The two of them get situated before taking a look at their menus.
JJ Biggs: What are you going to get?
Erica Hudson: I'm not sure, this is the first time I've ever been here. A lot of this food looks pretty good, though.
JJ Biggs: Yeah. I think I'm just going to order the Spaghetti platter with a piece of garlic bread.
Erica: That sounds good. I think I'm going to get the Fish platter. It comes with a side of shrimp and French fries.
JJ Biggs: Okay.
Moments later, the waiter makes his way over to their table. He arrives at the table and he sets the bottle of wine down. He pulls his notepad out of his pocket along with his pen. He looks at Erica and then JJ, before speaking. His name tag reads, "Mr. Fields."
Mr. Fields: Are you two ready to order?
JJ Biggs: Yes. I'll take the Spaghetti platter with a piece of garlic bread on the side. She wants the Fish platter, right?
Mr. Fields and JJ looks at Erica waiting for her response. However, she looks to be day dreaming as she is staring directly past JJ. They both wait patiently for a few moments, still she doesn't blink. Finally, JJ moves his hand in front of her face and she suddenly pops back to reality.
Erica Hudson: I'm sorry, what was the question?
JJ Biggs: You wanted the Fish platter, correct?
Erica Hudson: Yes.
Mr. Fields: Okay. You're food will be ready in a few minutes and I will bring it out to you.
JJ nods. The waiter smiles before turning around and walking off. JJ grabs the bottle of wine. They must have popped the cork before bringing it out to the table. It's smart to do it that way, therefore you won't have anybody get their teeth knocked out by a flying cork.
Anyway, JJ pours the wine into his empty glass in front of him. He gets out of his seat and he leans over the table a little bit and he pours some in Erica's glass. He then sits back down and he sets the bottle back down on the table. JJ picks up his glass of wine and he takes a small sip from it. He places it back down on the table and he looks over at Erica. For some reason unknown, a massive amount of sweat is glistening on her forehead. JJ isn't sweating, he looks around the room at other people and they aren't sweating.
JJ Biggs: Erica, would you like to step outside and get some fresh air?
Erica Hudson: No, why do you ask?
JJ Biggs: You're sweating profusely.
Erica brings her hand up to her forehead and she feels the sweat. A nasty expression appears across her face as she picks up a towel and she wipes it off. It's almost as if she didn't even know she was sweating.
JJ Biggs: Um, okay. So, what do you want to talk about, I guess?
Erica Hudson: Let's talk about your job. I've always been curious about wrestling. I just don't understand why anybody would want to actually take beatings like that week in and week out.
JJ Biggs: It's not that bad. Plus, it's real good pay. Hell, some weeks it's pretty fun and I'll tell you why. You know when you work with somebody that tends to run their mouth a lot? All you want to do is beat the hell out of them to make them shut up, but you know if you do it, you'll have to face some repercussions?
Erica Hudson: Indeed.
JJ Biggs: Well, being a wrestler I can do that without having to deal with anything. Come to think of it, tomorrow will be one of those nights where I get to shut somebody up.
Erica Hudson: Why, is your opponent running his mouth?
JJ Biggs: Yeah. His name is Sean Hughes. I'm sure you've never heard of him unless you've come across one of his movies he's starred in at a yard sale or something. He's just a failure by nature. He's failed at being an actor and after he gets his ass kicked tomorrow, he's going to realize that he's a failure at wrestling, too.
Erica Hudson: I should turn on the show tomorrow, then. I want to see you in action.
JJ Biggs: Heh.
JJ has a smile across his face now, as he picks up his glass once again to take another sip from it's contents. He rests the glass back on the table softly. He opens his mouth to say something else, but he gets distracted by something quite odd. Erica's right hand is shaking quickly, but softly on the table. He looks up at her and she smiles at him and he looks back down at her hand.
JJ Biggs: Are you okay?
Erica Hudson: Yes.
JJ Biggs: Are you sure?
Erica Hudson: I said yes!
Unexpectedly, she raised her voice at JJ. Most of the people trying to enjoy their meals all looked over in the direction of Erica. Most of them had angry expressions painted across their faces. They have all the right in the world, too. They paid damn good money to eat at this place and they do not like being interuppted.
Erica Hudson: I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell. However, I, uh, I need to go to the restroom.
JJ doesn't get a chance to respond, as Erica is hurrying away from the table with her purse in her hand. He mumbles something under his breath.
A few minutes later, the waiter returns to JJ's table with a tray in his hand. He has a smile painted on his face as he places a plate of Spaghetti in front of JJ. He then places a plate of Fish in front of Erica's empty seat.
JJ Biggs: Thank you.
Mr. Fields nods before turning around and walking off, again. JJ becomes impatient as he takes another drink from his wine. Erica has been gone for over ten minutes, now. A few minutes later, JJ looks at his watch for the final time. He finishes off the remaining wine in his glass before scooting away from the table and rising up to his feet.
He slowly makes his way across the room in the direction of the bathrooms. Once he reaches the ladies' bathroom, he looks in all directions before pushing the door open a few inches and stepping halfway in.
JJ Biggs: Erica?
He doesn't get a response. Instead, he hears a faint choking sound deep in the bathroom. He sighs as he walks the rest of the way into the bathroom. He walks to the last stall where the sound is coming from. He pushes open the door, as it's unlocked, and he doesn't believe what he sees. Erica Hudson is lying on the floor, white as a ghost, foaming from the mouth. She has a thick rubber string or band tied around her elbow area and there is a needle lying next to her. JJ covers his mouth with his hand and you can see his eyes begin to water up. He quickly turns around and he runs to the bathroom door. He opens it and he sticks his head out.
JJ Biggs: Somebody call a fucking ambulance! We have an emergency, please, somebody call!
