Post by Biggs on Jun 13, 2006 14:50:47 GMT -5
The camera turns on and it reveals Erica Hudson and JJ Biggs are sitting together in JJ's living room. Obviously, they are watching something on television but it's not quite evident which show it is.
JJ Biggs: What movie did you say this was?
Erica Hudson: It's called, "Date Movie."
JJ Biggs: It has to be the worst film ever created in the history of motion pictures.
Now we know what they are watching. JJ has his arm around Erica and she is resting her head on his shoulder. JJ seems to be having a hard time keeping his eyes from closing. Erica glances up at him before turning her attention back to the television.
Erica Hudson: If you want to watch something else; we can.
JJ Biggs: Want to watch a tape about my opponents this week? It would be really helpful seeing as one of them is hoping to take my title away from me later this month.
Erica Hudson: Ugh.
JJ Biggs: I was just kidding. I would rather watch a movie that you enjoy. However, I don't understand why anybody would think this movie is any good. Also, I've come to realize that in this company I'd be wasting my time studying my opponents. They all have the same, generic, lazy wrestling style in the ring that makes them easy to defeat.
Erica Hudson: I understood what you were saying for the first ten seconds and then all I heard was, "blah, blah, blah."
JJ Biggs: Do you really hate wrestling that much?
Erica Hudson: I hate it more than anything else in the world. I can't stand it when I see you in the ring because I'm afraid that you're going to get seriously hurt.
JJ Biggs: That won't happen. I'm not up against any real competition in this company, anyway. How is it possible that I rose to the top of this company in two months? I should have had so at least break a sweat. I easily defeated Bobby Cairo and for about the fifth time in my career, I defeated Brad Wallace. I'm taking their former champions and I'm throwing them around the ring. You have nothing to worry about, baby.
Erica Hudson: I'm sorry, what did you say? Was it something like, "blah, blah, blah?"
JJ Biggs: You're funny. I'm going to go get a beer, do you want anything?
Erica Hudson: No.
JJ kisses Erica on the forehead and he slowly gets up off of the couch. He turns and he walks into the kitchen area. He opens the refrigerator and he looks for a moment -- before reaching in and pulling out a bottle of Budweiser. He slams the door shut and he opens the bottle. He takes a nice, long drink from the contents.
JJ Biggs: Torture seems to think that he actually has a shot at my title. He thinks he can finally rise out of the mid-card level and rise to the occasion and somehow leave Explosion with my title. Isn't that right, Torture? Well, it's nice that you dream big like your mother told you to; but after I banged her the other night she begged me to go easy on you at Explosion. So, I told her I'd beat you within an inch of your life instead of taking it away.
I'll give you a taste of that this week. I'll show you how hard it is to survive in the wrestling ring against me. It may not be one-on-one because your partner is Creeping Death and mine is David Alastair, but those two will be focused on beating the hell out of each other. Therefore, I'm going to take this opportunity to smash your face in. You'll be drenched in your own sweat, blood, and piss. You'll be scared of what will happen to you at Explosion and you won't even bother to show up. So, I think this match at Slam is a good idea. It will give me a week off instead of having top defend my title the following week.
JJ takes another drink of his beer and then he exits the kitchen and the camera slowly fades out to black.
JJ Biggs: What movie did you say this was?
Erica Hudson: It's called, "Date Movie."
JJ Biggs: It has to be the worst film ever created in the history of motion pictures.
Now we know what they are watching. JJ has his arm around Erica and she is resting her head on his shoulder. JJ seems to be having a hard time keeping his eyes from closing. Erica glances up at him before turning her attention back to the television.
Erica Hudson: If you want to watch something else; we can.
JJ Biggs: Want to watch a tape about my opponents this week? It would be really helpful seeing as one of them is hoping to take my title away from me later this month.
Erica Hudson: Ugh.
JJ Biggs: I was just kidding. I would rather watch a movie that you enjoy. However, I don't understand why anybody would think this movie is any good. Also, I've come to realize that in this company I'd be wasting my time studying my opponents. They all have the same, generic, lazy wrestling style in the ring that makes them easy to defeat.
Erica Hudson: I understood what you were saying for the first ten seconds and then all I heard was, "blah, blah, blah."
JJ Biggs: Do you really hate wrestling that much?
Erica Hudson: I hate it more than anything else in the world. I can't stand it when I see you in the ring because I'm afraid that you're going to get seriously hurt.
JJ Biggs: That won't happen. I'm not up against any real competition in this company, anyway. How is it possible that I rose to the top of this company in two months? I should have had so at least break a sweat. I easily defeated Bobby Cairo and for about the fifth time in my career, I defeated Brad Wallace. I'm taking their former champions and I'm throwing them around the ring. You have nothing to worry about, baby.
Erica Hudson: I'm sorry, what did you say? Was it something like, "blah, blah, blah?"
JJ Biggs: You're funny. I'm going to go get a beer, do you want anything?
Erica Hudson: No.
JJ kisses Erica on the forehead and he slowly gets up off of the couch. He turns and he walks into the kitchen area. He opens the refrigerator and he looks for a moment -- before reaching in and pulling out a bottle of Budweiser. He slams the door shut and he opens the bottle. He takes a nice, long drink from the contents.
JJ Biggs: Torture seems to think that he actually has a shot at my title. He thinks he can finally rise out of the mid-card level and rise to the occasion and somehow leave Explosion with my title. Isn't that right, Torture? Well, it's nice that you dream big like your mother told you to; but after I banged her the other night she begged me to go easy on you at Explosion. So, I told her I'd beat you within an inch of your life instead of taking it away.
I'll give you a taste of that this week. I'll show you how hard it is to survive in the wrestling ring against me. It may not be one-on-one because your partner is Creeping Death and mine is David Alastair, but those two will be focused on beating the hell out of each other. Therefore, I'm going to take this opportunity to smash your face in. You'll be drenched in your own sweat, blood, and piss. You'll be scared of what will happen to you at Explosion and you won't even bother to show up. So, I think this match at Slam is a good idea. It will give me a week off instead of having top defend my title the following week.
JJ takes another drink of his beer and then he exits the kitchen and the camera slowly fades out to black.
