Post by Biggs on Apr 8, 2006 22:59:47 GMT -5
The sun is just now beginning to peak out from behind the clouds. The wind is slightly blowing, hard enough that it would cause a chill to go down your spine every once in a while. Every few seconds, the whooshing sound of cars passing by can be heard.
Sitting on a bench at what looks to be a bus stop, is JJ Biggs. On the ground in front of him is a couple of beer bottles. It is impossible to see which brand, as they are in a separate paper bags. He is leaning to the side against the glass window that surrounds the bus stop. He is snoring loudly and drool is rolling down his cheek. Suddenly, an elderly woman sitting next to him hits him hard in the left shin with her cane. JJ wakes up quickly and he leans forward to rub his shin.
Elderly Woman: Wake up! This isn't a God damn bed, boy!
He looks over at the old woman, but he doesn't keep his attention on her for long. He looks around at his surroundings. He continues to rub his shin as he tries to remember how he got to where he is. He looks back over at the old lady and then he slowly gets up to his feet. He searches his pockets and it hits him....he doesn't have his wallet nor his cell phone. He begins to panic as he looks around, and he happens to spot a pay phone about a block away. He turns back to the old lady.
JJ Biggs: Excuse me, could I have fifty cents, please?
Elderly Woman: Sure. But you have to promise me that you will take a shower and brush your teeth. It smells like the damn sewer is flooding onto the street when you're here.
He grabs the collar of his shirt and he pulls it up to his nose. It reeks of liquor. He nods and she smiles as she digs into her hand purse. Moments later she comes out with two quarters and she hands it to him. He smiles and nods to thank her as he turns around and runs down the sidewalk. He continues running until he reaches the pay phone. He picks up the phone and he slides the money into it. He dials a number and he quickly places the telephone up to his ear.
Jake Hudson: Hello?
JJ Biggs: Jake, I need your help, man.
Jake Hudson: What's the matter, man?
JJ Biggs: I don't even know. I guess I just bought a drink or two last night. You know me, when I drink, it always escalates into more drinks that I expected. Next thing I know, I get woke up by an elderly lady beating me with her cane at a bus stop. I don't know where I am, but I doubt I walked far enough last night to get out of Florida.
Jake Hudson: Shit, man. It's Saturday, JJ. You know I always leave a day or two before the actual show. The plane I am on is just about to land in Philadelphia for Slam. I always arrive early so I can get the hotel and so I can look for the best Gym for your last minute training the day of the event. It's been the same for five years, man. There isn't anything I can do to help you.
JJ Biggs: I don't have my wallet, Jake. How the hell am I going to get back to Miami if I don't even have the money?
Jake Hudson: You'll only needs three or four bucks at the most, JJ. Once you find out where you are, just take the bus back to Miami. But you'll have to haul ass to get here on time, though.
JJ Biggs: All right, man. I'll try to get some money. This is bullshit, though. I'm a professional superstar. I've been a major player in every single federation that I have ever been in. Yet, I am going to have to beg for money like a bum and I'm going to have to take the fucking bus. Brilliant.
Jake Hudson: I told you not to drink, man. You know you get out of hand.
JJ Biggs: Yeah, yeah. I'll see you in Philadelphia as soon as I can get there.
He slams the phone back onto the receiver. He stands there for a moment. He looks around quickly before spotting a small store across the street. His head is pounding as he looks both ways before sprinting across the street. He pulls open the door to the store and he walks in. He spots the bathroom across the room and he quickly walks into it. He hustles over to the sink and he turns on the cold water. He cups his hands under the faucet and he splashes the water off of his face. He looks up into the mirror with the water dripping off of his face.
JJ Biggs: I need to stop drinking.
He turns off the running water and he grabs the collar of his shirt and he uses his shirt to wipe off his face. He turns and he slowly starts to walk to the door to exit the restroom, but suddenly he has the urge to puke. He turns and he charges quickly into the closest stall. He hangs his head in the shitter as he spill out his guts.
A few minutes later, the door to the restroom pulls open and out steps JJ. He looks around the store and he uses his forearm to wipe off his mouth. He slowly walks over to the counter where the employee is reading a magazine. JJ waits patiently at the counter until the employee looks over his magazine.
Employee: Can I help you?
JJ Biggs: Yes, you can. I was hoping that maybe you would be such a gentlemen and loan me three dollars.
Employee: Loan you three dollars? In case you haven't noticed, I'm running a business here. This isn't one of those cash advance places.
JJ Biggs: I know. Come on, I'll come back in a few days and I'll give you a fifty to cover the three dollars. I really need it.
Employee: I'm sorry, but I can't do it. Now, would you please get out of my store because the stench coming off of you is making my nose burn and my eyes water. Besides, I have a lot of reading to catch up on.
JJ Biggs: I know I don't smell too pleasant right now. I don't need people to continue to tell me that. Anyway, I have a proposition to offer you. Do you watch wrestling?
Employee: Not a lot. My nephew does, though.
JJ Biggs: That's good. How about I give you an autograph that you can give to your nephew in return for three dollars? I'm a professional wrestler in the Wrestling Championship Federation.
Employee: I see. Who are you?
JJ Biggs: I'm the next WCF Television Champion, JJ Biggs.
While he was waiting for the answer, the employee had grabbed his cup of Pepsi off of the counter and he was taking a drink. However, when he heard who JJ was, he started laughing while he was drinking his Pepsi. The Pepsi came out of his mouth and his nose and it splashed on JJ's face. The employee is still laughing and JJ doesn't look too happy as he wipes the pop off of his face with his shirt.
JJ Biggs: What is so funny?
Employee: Oh, nothing really. It's just the fact that the only time you ever won a World Championship, the federation closed about a month later. Hopefully, WCF is smart and they keep you in the mid-card area.
JJ Biggs: Fuck you, man. It's people like you that piss me off. Just give me a couple of months, man, and I will be on top of the WCF. And when I am, it will rise in ratings and gain fans across the globe just so everyone can watch me defend my title like a real superstar. All of that will happen while my reign as champion takes place. Until then, I will take what I am being given. If the WCF wants to start me off at the mid-card level with this triple threat match at Slam, then I will take it. If I have to go through their so called Television Champion in Tommy Havock, then I will. Ace, Jack of Blades, Tommy Havock..all of them can run their damn mouths, I don't care. I'll shut them up in the ring when I knock their teeth in. Havock will be lucky because until I get my shot at his title, he can keep his teeth. Speaking of which, if I have to knock your teeth in, then I will. So, you better give me the damn money.
Employee: All right, man. Calm down. You're in luck, my nephew does enjoy watching you in the ring. Look, I'll give you three dollars and a toothbrush to help your breath for an autograph and your shoe.
JJ Biggs: What the hell? My shoe? Why?
Employee: I can sell it on eBay.
JJ Biggs: Sell the autograph on eBay, I need both of my shoes.
Employee: My nephew would want to keep the autograph. That's the deal, JJ. You can take it or leave it. Kicking my ass isn't an option though as I'm sure you don't want to do any prison time.
JJ Biggs: Fuck, man. You got a deal. Make sure the toothpaste is mint flavored, though.
Employee: All right, deal.
Minutes later, the front door to the store opens and out steps JJ Biggs. He has a bag in his right hand which most likely contains the toothbrush and toothpaste that he was given in the deal he made with the employee. Also, he is missing his right shoe as he had to give it to the employee. He has the three dollars in his free hand. He looks down the street and he notices the bus.
He begins to run the best he can with only one shoe in hopes of catching it. He gets up to the back of it before it starts to roll forward. He tries to yell for the bus to stop, but it keeps going. He finally gives up and he throws the bag at the back of the bus.
JJ Biggs: Just wait until I get my hands on my opponents at Slam. I'm going through all of this shit to get there on time, so I'm going to make that match hell for both of them.
He sighs as he walks back over to the bus stop that he was at earlier. He sits down on the same spot as before. The elderly lady is still sitting on the bench. A few buses have past already, but she hasn't gotten on any of them. He leans his head back on the window to wait for the next bus. Suddenly, he gets hit in the shin with the cane, again.
JJ Biggs: Now what?
Elderly Lady: You didn't shower, jackass.
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JJ Biggs had to go through hell, but it looks like everything is falling into place as he will make it to Slam on time. All of the competitors in the match have spoke their mind about the fight and it should be exciting as the winner could possibly be the next Television Champion!
Sitting on a bench at what looks to be a bus stop, is JJ Biggs. On the ground in front of him is a couple of beer bottles. It is impossible to see which brand, as they are in a separate paper bags. He is leaning to the side against the glass window that surrounds the bus stop. He is snoring loudly and drool is rolling down his cheek. Suddenly, an elderly woman sitting next to him hits him hard in the left shin with her cane. JJ wakes up quickly and he leans forward to rub his shin.
Elderly Woman: Wake up! This isn't a God damn bed, boy!
He looks over at the old woman, but he doesn't keep his attention on her for long. He looks around at his surroundings. He continues to rub his shin as he tries to remember how he got to where he is. He looks back over at the old lady and then he slowly gets up to his feet. He searches his pockets and it hits him....he doesn't have his wallet nor his cell phone. He begins to panic as he looks around, and he happens to spot a pay phone about a block away. He turns back to the old lady.
JJ Biggs: Excuse me, could I have fifty cents, please?
Elderly Woman: Sure. But you have to promise me that you will take a shower and brush your teeth. It smells like the damn sewer is flooding onto the street when you're here.
He grabs the collar of his shirt and he pulls it up to his nose. It reeks of liquor. He nods and she smiles as she digs into her hand purse. Moments later she comes out with two quarters and she hands it to him. He smiles and nods to thank her as he turns around and runs down the sidewalk. He continues running until he reaches the pay phone. He picks up the phone and he slides the money into it. He dials a number and he quickly places the telephone up to his ear.
Jake Hudson: Hello?
JJ Biggs: Jake, I need your help, man.
Jake Hudson: What's the matter, man?
JJ Biggs: I don't even know. I guess I just bought a drink or two last night. You know me, when I drink, it always escalates into more drinks that I expected. Next thing I know, I get woke up by an elderly lady beating me with her cane at a bus stop. I don't know where I am, but I doubt I walked far enough last night to get out of Florida.
Jake Hudson: Shit, man. It's Saturday, JJ. You know I always leave a day or two before the actual show. The plane I am on is just about to land in Philadelphia for Slam. I always arrive early so I can get the hotel and so I can look for the best Gym for your last minute training the day of the event. It's been the same for five years, man. There isn't anything I can do to help you.
JJ Biggs: I don't have my wallet, Jake. How the hell am I going to get back to Miami if I don't even have the money?
Jake Hudson: You'll only needs three or four bucks at the most, JJ. Once you find out where you are, just take the bus back to Miami. But you'll have to haul ass to get here on time, though.
JJ Biggs: All right, man. I'll try to get some money. This is bullshit, though. I'm a professional superstar. I've been a major player in every single federation that I have ever been in. Yet, I am going to have to beg for money like a bum and I'm going to have to take the fucking bus. Brilliant.
Jake Hudson: I told you not to drink, man. You know you get out of hand.
JJ Biggs: Yeah, yeah. I'll see you in Philadelphia as soon as I can get there.
He slams the phone back onto the receiver. He stands there for a moment. He looks around quickly before spotting a small store across the street. His head is pounding as he looks both ways before sprinting across the street. He pulls open the door to the store and he walks in. He spots the bathroom across the room and he quickly walks into it. He hustles over to the sink and he turns on the cold water. He cups his hands under the faucet and he splashes the water off of his face. He looks up into the mirror with the water dripping off of his face.
JJ Biggs: I need to stop drinking.
He turns off the running water and he grabs the collar of his shirt and he uses his shirt to wipe off his face. He turns and he slowly starts to walk to the door to exit the restroom, but suddenly he has the urge to puke. He turns and he charges quickly into the closest stall. He hangs his head in the shitter as he spill out his guts.
A few minutes later, the door to the restroom pulls open and out steps JJ. He looks around the store and he uses his forearm to wipe off his mouth. He slowly walks over to the counter where the employee is reading a magazine. JJ waits patiently at the counter until the employee looks over his magazine.
Employee: Can I help you?
JJ Biggs: Yes, you can. I was hoping that maybe you would be such a gentlemen and loan me three dollars.
Employee: Loan you three dollars? In case you haven't noticed, I'm running a business here. This isn't one of those cash advance places.
JJ Biggs: I know. Come on, I'll come back in a few days and I'll give you a fifty to cover the three dollars. I really need it.
Employee: I'm sorry, but I can't do it. Now, would you please get out of my store because the stench coming off of you is making my nose burn and my eyes water. Besides, I have a lot of reading to catch up on.
JJ Biggs: I know I don't smell too pleasant right now. I don't need people to continue to tell me that. Anyway, I have a proposition to offer you. Do you watch wrestling?
Employee: Not a lot. My nephew does, though.
JJ Biggs: That's good. How about I give you an autograph that you can give to your nephew in return for three dollars? I'm a professional wrestler in the Wrestling Championship Federation.
Employee: I see. Who are you?
JJ Biggs: I'm the next WCF Television Champion, JJ Biggs.
While he was waiting for the answer, the employee had grabbed his cup of Pepsi off of the counter and he was taking a drink. However, when he heard who JJ was, he started laughing while he was drinking his Pepsi. The Pepsi came out of his mouth and his nose and it splashed on JJ's face. The employee is still laughing and JJ doesn't look too happy as he wipes the pop off of his face with his shirt.
JJ Biggs: What is so funny?
Employee: Oh, nothing really. It's just the fact that the only time you ever won a World Championship, the federation closed about a month later. Hopefully, WCF is smart and they keep you in the mid-card area.
JJ Biggs: Fuck you, man. It's people like you that piss me off. Just give me a couple of months, man, and I will be on top of the WCF. And when I am, it will rise in ratings and gain fans across the globe just so everyone can watch me defend my title like a real superstar. All of that will happen while my reign as champion takes place. Until then, I will take what I am being given. If the WCF wants to start me off at the mid-card level with this triple threat match at Slam, then I will take it. If I have to go through their so called Television Champion in Tommy Havock, then I will. Ace, Jack of Blades, Tommy Havock..all of them can run their damn mouths, I don't care. I'll shut them up in the ring when I knock their teeth in. Havock will be lucky because until I get my shot at his title, he can keep his teeth. Speaking of which, if I have to knock your teeth in, then I will. So, you better give me the damn money.
Employee: All right, man. Calm down. You're in luck, my nephew does enjoy watching you in the ring. Look, I'll give you three dollars and a toothbrush to help your breath for an autograph and your shoe.
JJ Biggs: What the hell? My shoe? Why?
Employee: I can sell it on eBay.
JJ Biggs: Sell the autograph on eBay, I need both of my shoes.
Employee: My nephew would want to keep the autograph. That's the deal, JJ. You can take it or leave it. Kicking my ass isn't an option though as I'm sure you don't want to do any prison time.
JJ Biggs: Fuck, man. You got a deal. Make sure the toothpaste is mint flavored, though.
Employee: All right, deal.
Minutes later, the front door to the store opens and out steps JJ Biggs. He has a bag in his right hand which most likely contains the toothbrush and toothpaste that he was given in the deal he made with the employee. Also, he is missing his right shoe as he had to give it to the employee. He has the three dollars in his free hand. He looks down the street and he notices the bus.
He begins to run the best he can with only one shoe in hopes of catching it. He gets up to the back of it before it starts to roll forward. He tries to yell for the bus to stop, but it keeps going. He finally gives up and he throws the bag at the back of the bus.
JJ Biggs: Just wait until I get my hands on my opponents at Slam. I'm going through all of this shit to get there on time, so I'm going to make that match hell for both of them.
He sighs as he walks back over to the bus stop that he was at earlier. He sits down on the same spot as before. The elderly lady is still sitting on the bench. A few buses have past already, but she hasn't gotten on any of them. He leans his head back on the window to wait for the next bus. Suddenly, he gets hit in the shin with the cane, again.
JJ Biggs: Now what?
Elderly Lady: You didn't shower, jackass.
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JJ Biggs had to go through hell, but it looks like everything is falling into place as he will make it to Slam on time. All of the competitors in the match have spoke their mind about the fight and it should be exciting as the winner could possibly be the next Television Champion!
