Post by Biggs on May 25, 2006 12:33:03 GMT -5
Biggs' Gym
Thursday - 2:32 PM
Thursday - 2:32 PM
JJ Biggs is squatting an unknown amount of weight. He has a focused look on his face as he stares straight ahead. It is evident by the features on his face that he is going through a great amount of pain. His cheeks are red and shaking as he manages once again to stand upright with the towering weight on his shoulders. Perspiration is dripping off of his hair as he struggles to keep his knees from buckling.
Jake Hudson: Don't you dare give up! I want to see you give me one more! I know you can do that. Give me one fucking more!
We cannot see Jake -- we can just hear his yelling. He is holding the camera as he has it focused on JJ. He continues to yell at JJ, trying to motivate him to get one more. JJ isn't listening to him, though. He is drowning out all sound and he is focusing on nothing but the weight on his shoulders. He slowly squats back down so his knees and lower leg form a ninety-degree angle. He doesn't waste any time as he quickly pushes the weight upwards and he manages to push himself enough so he is upright once again. He rests the bar on the hooks and he stumbles backwards. He walks around with his hands on his hips trying to regain his breath.
JJ Biggs walks over to the nearest table and he grabs a towel. He wipes off his face to try to get all of the sweat off. He puts the towel back down and he grabs the water bottle that was sitting next to the towel. He takes a drink from the bottle and then he stares into the camera that Jake is holding.
JJ Biggs: Timebomb has a chance to be the biggest event in the history of the WCF. The card is stacked, the tickets have been sold, and the media is anticipating one hell of a showdown at Timebomb. However, you and I both know that our match is the reason that the tickets were sold in a record time. Our match is going to explode like the Atomic Bomb did on Japan in World War II. Our match is going to be off the fucking charts. However, like all matches there can only be one of us that leaves with the victory. One of us is going to have to deal with the sour taste of defeat. Well, Bobby, you may want to start looking for something to help with that taste because I am going to throw your ass around the wrestling ring. After the match, you're going to be lying on your back counting the arena lights on the ceiling while I'm in the back celebrating a much deserved victory.
Cairo, I'm trying to help you out, here. I'm trying to tell you what is going to happen so that you won't get an ass beating. The smart thing for you to do would be to stay at home, hug your stuffed animals, and face the facts because you're nothing but a paper champion. However, I know for a fact that you won't stay home. You'll show up at Timebomb and you'll be handed an ass beating on a silver platter. Your brain is smaller than the average human-being. You're the type of person to sit on a seesaw by yourself and wonder why your ass is still on the ground.
That's fine, though. I don't have a problem giving the fans what they want. It's not just the fans, but it's the superstars in the back. They all want to see your face get kicked in. They all want to see you get thrown around the ring like a piece of trash. I don't be a part pooper. I'll give them that and I'll give you a dose of reality with a chair shot to the face.
JJ stares into the camera with a focused glare. Suddenly, a small smile appears across his face. He takes another drink of his water and he walks out of the camera's view.
Jake presses the, "stop" button. He lowers the camera down and he walks over to the table. He places it on the table top and he ejects the tape. He pulls the tape out of the camera and he looks over at JJ.
Jake Hudson: I'll make sure that he receives this tape. Great job.
JJ Biggs: Thanks. I'm going to head over to Erica's house, man. I haven't seen her since she got out of the center the other day.
Jake Hudson: All right. I'll talk to you later, man.
JJ Biggs: Peace.
Ice Cream Stand
Thursday - 7:12 PM
Thursday - 7:12 PM
JJ's 2006 Chevrolet Cobalt pulls into the parking lot of one of Miami's many ice cream stands. He puts the car into park and he turns off the ignition. He looks over into the passenger's seat at Erica Hudson, who looks better than she did the last time JJ saw her, that's for sure. Anyway, JJ opens his door and he steps out of the vehicle. He walks around the front of the car and he opens up the passenger's door for Erica. She gets out and JJ slams the door shut.
Erica Hudson: I'll get the ice cream. You can go over and sit down at the picnic table. What would you like?
JJ Biggs: Whatever you get is fine.
Erica Hudson: All right. I'll be right over.
JJ digs into his pocket and he pulls out some money. He hands Erica a ten dollar bill. She smiles and turns around, walking towards the ice cream stand. JJ watches her walk before turning to his right and walking over to the picnic tables. He takes a seat at an empty one and he waits for Erica.
A few minutes later, she begins to make her way over to the picnic table. She takes a seat across from JJ and she places a banana split in front of both of them. She smiles as she hands JJ a spoon.
Erica Hudson: I figured we could share.
JJ Biggs: That's fine with me.
Erica Hudson: I know you probably don't want to talk about it, and I don't neither. But I just wanted to apologize for what happen on our last date. I had a problem and I should have said something about it to you or Jake.
JJ Biggs: Don't worry about it, it's fine. The only thing that matters if that you are okay.
Erica smiles as she cuts off a piece of the banana and she slides it onto her spoon. She reaches over the table and she feeds the banana to JJ. She smiles at him and he smiles back at her. Suddenly, somebody pull into the parking lot like a maniac. He pulls his vehicle directly next to his and he presses down hard on the breaks, making him slide a little bit. The driver opens his door quickly and it slams off of JJ's car. JJ gets up off the picnic table and he looks over at his car and at the man in the other car.
JJ Biggs: What the hell is your problem, buddy?
The man in the car gets out and he looks over at JJ, but he doesn't say anything. Instead he leans into his car and he comes back out with a baseball bat. He smiles over at JJ and then he slams the bat off of the windshield of JJ's car. Erica seemingly is in a state of shock as she looks on at what is happening. In a matter of moments she comes back to reality and she looks over at JJ with a panicked look on her face.
Erica Hudson: We're in trouble!
JJ Biggs: No, that son of a bitch is in trouble. I'm going to tear that bastard a new asshole!
Erica Hudson: No, don't! He's dangerous!
JJ Biggs: I'm dangerous. Don't you remember what I do for a living? He's fucking up my car!
Erica Hudson: You don't understand. He's a drug dealer. I used to buy the heroin from him. Well, most of the time I didn't have any money so he would let me "borrow" the heroin and we would have a set deadline that he would want the money. The deadline was earlier this week and I forgot all about it.
JJ Biggs: Doesn't give him a right to fuck up me car like that. I'll be back.
JJ walks around the picnic table and he hurries over to his car. Now, the man has broken all four windows including the windshield. He is waiting as JJ makes his way over. JJ takes a wild swing at the man but he ducks under it and he smacks the meat of the bat off of JJ's ribs. JJ doubles over and the man swings the bat wildly and he breaks it over JJ's back. JJ falls on the concrete and he doesn't look to be doing too good. Erica doesn't know what to do but she decides to run over and check on JJ. The man has an evil smile on his face as he wraps his arms around Erica and he pulls her up off of the ground. She is struggling to break free as the man drags her to the back of his car. In front of all the people, he opens the trunk, tosses Erica in, and slams it shut. He looks at all of the people watching him and he just shrugs as he moves to the front of the car. He hops into the driver's seat and he turns on the ignition. He speeds out of the parking lot and down the road.
JJ is not moving a lot on the ground, but he did managed to make out that the man took Erica. He tries to stagger to his feet, but he falls back down.
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Erica Hudson has yet another problem. She has been kidnapped and take to a place unknown because of drug related debts. Meanwhile, JJ has one of the biggest matches of his career at Timebomb. He was hit with a baseball bat multiple times and he is going to somehow have to find a way not only to get Erica back before Timebomb, but manage to defeat Bobby Cairo with a couple of injuries. This has to be one of the most fucked up days of JJ Biggs' life and who knows what will happen next as he has to cope with three things on his mind: Jake Hudson, Erica Hudson, and Timebomb.
