Post by Biggs on Aug 22, 2006 23:42:55 GMT -5
JJ Biggs is lying on his back on an exercising bench inside of, "Jake's Gym." He's benching an undisclosed amount of weight. Jake Hudson is standing behind him making sure he doesn't need any assistance with the weight. On the other side of the Gym, Honey Valentine is sitting on a folding steel chair watching Drake Kencedro's most recent appearance. She's obviously not happy with him after what took place during the match at Slam.
Anyway, JJ finishes up with his bench pressing and he rests the weight on the hooks. He slowly rises up to a sitting position on the end of the bench. Jake Hudson walks away and eventually returns with a bottle of Gatorade and a towel for JJ. He uses the towel to wipe off his face and he hands the sweaty cloth back to Jake, who immediately has a disgusted expression appear on his face. [ It's the type of expression that appears across your face when you see a Drake Kencedro promo on television. At that point, you literally want to staple your eyes closed to avoid watching such horror. ]
Jake Hudson: You've been training hard this week, JJ. It's the hardest I've seen you train since you were gearing up to face Bobby Cairo for the WCF World Championship.
JJ Biggs: Yeah, I know. I haven't been anticipating a match as much as this one for a long time, as well. I'm tired of hearing Drake Kencedro run his mouth like he has accomplished something in this company.
Jake Hudson: Indeed. I'm going to go get something to eat, you want anything?
JJ Biggs: No, I'm good.
Jake Hudson: All right. I'll be back in about fifteen minutes and we can continue your training.
JJ Biggs: You going to see if Honey wants anything to eat?
Jake Hudson: It was her idea for me to go in the first place.
JJ Biggs: Oh, okay.
Jake Hudson: Yeah, so I'll be back.
JJ nods as he gets to his feet and takes a drink of his Gatorade. Jake walks towards the exit of the Gym and eventually exits through the door on the far end of the building. JJ walks over towards Honey Valentine; who's still watching the boring, terrible interview between Hank Brown and Drake Kencedro following the end of Slam.
Honey Valentine: Have you watched this, yet?
JJ Biggs: Yeah.
Honey Valentine: It's ridiculous. It looks like he is lost without me by his side. I can't believe that I ever sided with that man in the first place. It's becoming clear to me that he doesn't know his asshole from a hole in the ground.
JJ Biggs: Yeah, that's true. You're with somebody that possesses talent now, Honey. Anyway, I'll be back in a few minutes.
Honey Valentine: Okay.
JJ walks down a corridor and he walks into Jake Hudson's office. He takes a seat behind the desk and he leans back in the chair. He chuckles before taking a drink from his bottle of Gatorade.
JJ Biggs: Drake Kencedro, I think you're confused, son. You see, you haven't gotten a victory over me. In fact, you haven't been able to even come close to getting a victory over me. We faced each other the last couple of weeks, but you never pinned me. It was always my partner letting me down by losing the match. Given, last week, I was captured by Honey Valentine's beauty, but the only thing that matters if that you didn't get the victory over me. You're forgetting that I am a former WCF World Champion and Television Champion. You've won a couple of matches and all of sudden you think you're hot shit, Drake? You're nothing, Drake. No, scratch that, you're less than nothing. I am tired of your presence in this company already and I'm going to end your short tenure in WCF at Ultimate Showdown.
You say you're going to beat me within an inch of my life, but I don't think you have the balls, Drake. In fact, Lance Armstrong has more balls than you do. What I'm trying to say, in case your tiny brain can't figure it out, I think you're a coward. This match is to your advantage because you can't beat me in a match that is based squarely on talent. So, as you said, we both have the ability to use weapons in this match. I'm half-expecting you to try to hit me with Honey Valentine's dildo that you stole from her.
Anyway, to finish this off, I would like to address your chances in this match. You don't have any, period. You claim you're going to leave me drowning in a pool of my own blood; I'm going to leave you finished in a pool of your own blood.
JJ Biggs smirks to himself as he takes another drink from his bottle of Gatorade. He stands up and he leaves the office as the scene fades.
Anyway, JJ finishes up with his bench pressing and he rests the weight on the hooks. He slowly rises up to a sitting position on the end of the bench. Jake Hudson walks away and eventually returns with a bottle of Gatorade and a towel for JJ. He uses the towel to wipe off his face and he hands the sweaty cloth back to Jake, who immediately has a disgusted expression appear on his face. [ It's the type of expression that appears across your face when you see a Drake Kencedro promo on television. At that point, you literally want to staple your eyes closed to avoid watching such horror. ]
Jake Hudson: You've been training hard this week, JJ. It's the hardest I've seen you train since you were gearing up to face Bobby Cairo for the WCF World Championship.
JJ Biggs: Yeah, I know. I haven't been anticipating a match as much as this one for a long time, as well. I'm tired of hearing Drake Kencedro run his mouth like he has accomplished something in this company.
Jake Hudson: Indeed. I'm going to go get something to eat, you want anything?
JJ Biggs: No, I'm good.
Jake Hudson: All right. I'll be back in about fifteen minutes and we can continue your training.
JJ Biggs: You going to see if Honey wants anything to eat?
Jake Hudson: It was her idea for me to go in the first place.
JJ Biggs: Oh, okay.
Jake Hudson: Yeah, so I'll be back.
JJ nods as he gets to his feet and takes a drink of his Gatorade. Jake walks towards the exit of the Gym and eventually exits through the door on the far end of the building. JJ walks over towards Honey Valentine; who's still watching the boring, terrible interview between Hank Brown and Drake Kencedro following the end of Slam.
Honey Valentine: Have you watched this, yet?
JJ Biggs: Yeah.
Honey Valentine: It's ridiculous. It looks like he is lost without me by his side. I can't believe that I ever sided with that man in the first place. It's becoming clear to me that he doesn't know his asshole from a hole in the ground.
JJ Biggs: Yeah, that's true. You're with somebody that possesses talent now, Honey. Anyway, I'll be back in a few minutes.
Honey Valentine: Okay.
JJ walks down a corridor and he walks into Jake Hudson's office. He takes a seat behind the desk and he leans back in the chair. He chuckles before taking a drink from his bottle of Gatorade.
JJ Biggs: Drake Kencedro, I think you're confused, son. You see, you haven't gotten a victory over me. In fact, you haven't been able to even come close to getting a victory over me. We faced each other the last couple of weeks, but you never pinned me. It was always my partner letting me down by losing the match. Given, last week, I was captured by Honey Valentine's beauty, but the only thing that matters if that you didn't get the victory over me. You're forgetting that I am a former WCF World Champion and Television Champion. You've won a couple of matches and all of sudden you think you're hot shit, Drake? You're nothing, Drake. No, scratch that, you're less than nothing. I am tired of your presence in this company already and I'm going to end your short tenure in WCF at Ultimate Showdown.
You say you're going to beat me within an inch of my life, but I don't think you have the balls, Drake. In fact, Lance Armstrong has more balls than you do. What I'm trying to say, in case your tiny brain can't figure it out, I think you're a coward. This match is to your advantage because you can't beat me in a match that is based squarely on talent. So, as you said, we both have the ability to use weapons in this match. I'm half-expecting you to try to hit me with Honey Valentine's dildo that you stole from her.
Anyway, to finish this off, I would like to address your chances in this match. You don't have any, period. You claim you're going to leave me drowning in a pool of my own blood; I'm going to leave you finished in a pool of your own blood.
JJ Biggs smirks to himself as he takes another drink from his bottle of Gatorade. He stands up and he leaves the office as the scene fades.
