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Post by Steve Sinclair on Apr 13, 2017 21:31:43 GMT
“I told you bitches that I would be getting my title back.”
The Bad Ass One James Kelloggs says as he is sitting on his private jet heading back to Vegas to his hotel.
“After the bullshit with that moronic referee two weeks ago that ended up costing me my DarcHorse championship, And Miles hiding from me on twitter, in a roundabout way he is giving me what I earned! He is giving me, handing me on a silver fucking platter what is RIGHTFULLY mine and that is the DarcHorse championship.”
One of his many many girlfriends is rubbing his feet….
“And the fact that I get to slap around three other bitches before the referee hands me what is mine is just icing on the cake! And before you even fucking start Crystal! Before you open that gash on your face and spew some complete nonsense about what the belt means to you, how proud you are walking around with my title, what being a DarcHorse is all fucking about, just fucking save it bitch. You were clutching that belt like you stole it last night….oh wait. That's cuz you did!”
His bae today that is rubbing his feet, a deep tissue massage…..
“You should have seen yourself last night whore. On your knees, clutching my fucking title, rocking back and forth crying your fucking eyes. Yeah! That is what DarcPro wants for its champion, a complete fucking pussy. Jesus H Christ man, sack up and chin up and hold that title above you head with some god damn pride. You know, there was none of that shit in Knoxville and do you know why that is?”
She is toppless……
“Because only real fucking champions come from Knoxville, not from pussyville where they bred silly twats like you Crystal. As much as I can't stand Goat boy Billy Danielson who did end up looking like nothing like a poser with my Prestigious Prestige championship, at least he didn't fucking cry like the bitch that he is when he lost my belt. He took his ass beating like a real man….”
On her knees, working on James's feet, staring at him waiting for more instructions….
“Come to think of it, it must have been all of those long talks he had with Joey on how to take a beating in the ass. Point is, he didn't ball his eyes out and at E5 when I win, you won't see Billy boy reaching for a box of tissues unless he's getting choked up because Team UWL is once again at the top of this sport where it belongs! That last title defense Crystal, should have never happened cuz the world knows that I beat you.”
She wets her lips, just waiting for the word for what she wants…..
“I don't even know who the fuck this Delilah bitch is or how in the fuck she even got in this match, I guess if you have a pulse, at some point fucking Miles will just throw you in a title match for shits and giggles, and this Delilah chick better know, I will do what I want, when I want, how I want to her for the exact same reason, for shits and giggles. Team UWL, The Bad Ass One, we're not here for silly games like number one contenders match, or for wasting our time beating a school bus full of chumps to impress a room of suits for a opportunity to earn some lousy title shot, It doesn't matter who Miles yanks off of the street and throws in the lime light, The League of Universal Men, The Double J's are the be all end all of Darc Pro. We are the fucking line and all you can just line up behind us cuz when it comes to elite talent in this shit hole of a company, there are only two names on that list and they both are on Team UWL!”
She bites her bottom lip…..
“At E5! The Bad Ass One! Will be handed what is rightfully mine! The Bad Ass One will do once again what I did two weeks ago, and that is beat Crystal Millar into submission and forcefully take back my title! And this time Crystal, there is no fucking ref to save you.”
James looks at his flavor or the month.
“What are you waiting for?”
She smirks and slowly starts to run her hands up his legs.
Fade out.
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Post by Steve Sinclair on Apr 15, 2017 15:55:04 GMT
The Bad Ass One James Kelloggs steps out of the bathroom of his hotel suite in his hotel in Las Vegas and he is wearing just a bathrobe. He walks up to his dresser that is shorter than normal folks dresser and he pulls out the top drawer and looks at his collection of watches. He picks one and in the background we spot his bed, and in his bed in is a female and we assume she is nude. She looks pretty nonetheless. A real eye catcher.
“You know what I never got in Knoxville?” James says as he slides his watch on and exits the bedroom.
“Besides respect and the backing of the ownership group who only saw me as a sideshow act when in fact I was the main attraction there. I was the guy who was putting asses in seats! I was putting that dump, that train wreck, that stale ass promotion on the map!”
In the living room James stops at his couch which has some female undergarments on it. He disrobes. We see his cute little butt and he picks up a hoodie and slides it on. It’s so big on him it’s all he has to wear. It’s a UWL hoodie.
“People were talking on social media. People were breaking the fucking internet when I stepped in that fucking ring. I not only have arrived in Knoxville but in this sport! There wasn’t one mother fucker in Knoxville who had more swagger than me. There wasn’t one mother fucker who had the fans more excited than me! The Bad Ass One James Kelloggs was the UWL! And when I got my hands on Ron Hamilton and ripped that Prestige Championships from his dead fucking hands….”
James walks past said title on a stand by the fireplace.
“There was no fucking stopping me. Every single one of you bitches doubted me, except for Nanook the big fucking peice of shit that he is and Joe Jones. But.”
James steps out onto the balcony in just that hoodie.
“There was one person who did stop me and it wasn’t you Billy. It was the dumb fucks who book the shows. They stopped me. They didn’t book me after your fluke win over me, when you stole my title. It was like you were sucking on the big old UWL teat back them. Hell! You still could be for all I know. But the one thing I never got was my fucking rematch.”
James leans up against the railing on his balcony. No peeking ladies.
“Oh I wanted my goddamn rematch! Nanook I know pushed for it. I got thrown out of the offices I don’t know how many times because “I raised my voice” over how I wanted my rematch. Fucking pussies. I never did get that match.”
James nods.
“I'm still fucking pissed about that and at the powers that be. Now! With some help from my fucking lawyers have finally made that rematch happen. E5 Billy boy, You and I, it’s the match that never happened in the old UWL and how fitting it is that Team UWL is going to kick your ass in the cow palace and take your first shot at DarcPro gold away from you! You don’t deserve that fucking belt. Fucking Crystal doesn’t deserve it and whoever the fuck Delilah is, she most definitely doesn’t deserve that belt. I saw what happened to MY Prestigious Prestige Title once you got it. You sucked the life out of it. You stopped caring for that belt. It just became a belt buckle more than anything once you got your mitts on it. If you google paper champion, it brings back your fucking face. That is all you are Billy. One of these fucking guys who thinks they are great, a goat, but when you break down it down, you always found something else to take your time and mind away from that belt that I fucking built! Ron fucking Hamilton did nothing with that belt! I saved that fucking title and gave it a new life and you snuffed it out.”
James cracks his knuckles.
“At E5 Billy bitch boy. I snuff you out and I take back both of my fucking belts! There are no suits to save your ass this time. I look forward to you crying afterwards. Bitch.”
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Post by Steve Sinclair on Apr 17, 2017 21:28:03 GMT
The Bad Ass One is clapping as he strolls out of the shower room of his personal gym in his hotel in Vegas. Wearing just boxers, James is giving the best golf clap he can give right now.
“Endurance title you say?” James says as he picks up a towel. “Well, blow me and call me your god, I didn't know some little two bit shit hole that agreed to take you in gave out titles for being a fucking pussy.”
James drapes the towel around his neck.
“You must have ADHD or something cuz here you are, in this match for the DarcHorse match and you're looking off into the distant at some other shiny piece of tin. You were like that in Knoxville too, lugging my belt around while trying to get the Triple Crown Championship while you know who is dangling that from the hook of his fishingpole. Oh you almost had it Billy. I figured as much that you you would eventually show your face and sound just like your sister.”
James cups his ear.
“What's that? Who's your sister? Why that waste of payroll Crystal Millar and she has to be your sister cuz both of you sound exactly the same. You two are really fucking lucky that I can take a joke, take a little ribbing cuz if I didn't I would have ended both of your careers a long time ago. Both of you mocking me cuz of my height, or lack thereof. Height shaming me, fucking bullies. Racists mother fuckers. How dare you! How dare you! What? Is the fucking Jazz your father? I ran that foul mouth racists bully prick from DarcPro and you know something…”
Nods his head.
“Yeah! Fuck it! I'm offended now! I've had it up to HERE WITH SHORT JOKES!”
Holds his hand out to his forehead.
“Crystal made me so irate at E3 that I just couldn't focus on winning that match! She kept up with the height shaming, inserting a short joke here and there, I was so flustered that it threw me off of my game! Don't look at me like that you bunch of bitches, I'm the victim! And now Billy boy there is doing the same thing! Talking about punting me, calling me Scrappy doo! I have feelings you know! I don't have to put up with this bullshit! I can't believe this!”
James throws his arms up in the air.
“2017 and I'm a victim of bullying! You know my people have fought very short wars to get me rights! I demand that I'm treated as an equal! Not only am I being discriminated over my height but Billy Danielson is spread lies, false truths about why I never got my rematch in Knoxville for MY belt! He's defaming my character! Bullshit! I won't put up with this shit no longer! I am going to sick my team of lawyers on all of you racists fucks!”
James throws the towel on the floor in anger.
“The truth Billy, why I never got my rematch is becuse you were being protected! He who shall not be named refused to book me against you because he knew I was going to wipe the mat with ya! He didn't want his little star pupil gettin' beaten down by a short person! He never booked me, that's who ended my UWL career, you know till now and isn't it something that Team UWL is the biggest thing is pro wrestling right now! And we didn't go to some nickel and dime fly by night promotion and get a bunch of participation championships either, like everyone else in this match has. And Crystal!”
Points at the camera.
“Before you say a word, I would chose my words wisely. Defamation lawsuits can be real tricky and I would hate to see you get fired from here over some spur of the moment slip of the tongue.”
James cups his hands behind his back.
“I stand before you today. James Kelloggs. Victim of racists who I am being forced to call co workers who do nothing but height shame me. This is an incredibly difficult time for me right now, but at E5, I walk into that ring a victim, and walk out your new DarcHorse champion. I refuse to be stereotyped and be called by the M word ever again. All three of my opponents will feel the power of little people from all over the world.”
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Post by Steve Sinclair on Apr 18, 2017 21:06:44 GMT
“Midget Mania….”
Inside the Bad Ass casino and hotel. James Kelloggs is standing over looking the floor of his casino.
“Midget fucking mania…..how dare you Billy? Disrespect me like that. Hating on me like that! Sorry that all of us can't be six feet fucking tall. You discriminating little prick. You can't say the M word bitch. It's very upsetting to me and height challenged Americans. Look at you on your soap box puffing your chest out trying to get everyone to look at you. Like, what have you done exactly in life? Won some gold plated plastic belt buckles? Wow. That's great. While you have traveled where that Greyhound bus will take you getting paid for peanuts and winning scrap metal, I built this.”
James holds his hand out and the camera pans the casino floor, which is fully stocked with slot machines, blackjack tables, etc and for a Tuesday afternoon the place is pretty busy.
“A building that prints money. A place all of the bitches are removing their panties to get in. Every night I count stacks, big fat stack and I fuck some bitch with big fake titties. While you’re at McDonald's, I'm have prime rib feed to me by a topless chick. My bank account earns more in interest in one month than you make in one year. If you compare where you are and where I am in life. Well.”
James chuckles.
“You'd be the midget. The Raiders are coming to town bitch, and you know what that means? The Super Bowl is coming to Vegas and so you know that means for little old me? Another billion. Thank you NFL. Do you know what that means Billy?”
James turns and leans up against the railing in his custom suit.
“I could buy all of those nickle and dime federations that you hold titles in, and fire you just because I can. But that would be a bad business move and as much as I need tax write offs, I would rather beat you in the ring. I know it's been said before, but this isn't Knoxville and here, in Darc.”
James adjusts his cuffs.
“The company likes the money I bring to town, a fighting billionaire and people like seeing someone who will get his hands dirty. You can tell yourself that they only reason why I'm in this match is because of my whining and moaning, but the truth of the matter is, I put asses in the seats and I have already defeated Crystal. Can you say that? I think not.”
“I'm going to take great pleasure in shutting you up at E5 and walking out with that belt. I'm going to show you what Midget Mania is all about bitch. You threw that out there like it's suppose to be a slap across my face, it’s suppose to make me pissed and shit, and well, it has. You have gone out of your way to make me a victim. Bulling me, height shaming me and I watch you laugh like you're some wiseass highschool jock. I will take the word you continually call me, the M word and use that as a term of endearment and use it against you. This war you started, you can’t win it. The Vertically Challenged Americans will rise up as one and we will defeat you! When we do, we will be walking out as the DarcHorse champion. Not you.”
James glances out over his casino floor.
“It took me a while Billy, while you are height shaming me, trying to make me feel ashamed for who I am, what I am and last night it hit me, Why ever since you saw me, you have hated on me. It’s not that cuz I have a bigger dick than you at only 4 feet tall. It’s because you saw that I’m a made man and that made you jealous. I walked into this sport, paid no dues and won while you scrapped and claw for your place in this sport. I’m a elite star in this sport while you’re a guy who makes up cute little and most of the time racist catchphrases. Hell the only person who is more jealous than you is Crystal Millar.”
Smirks
“Silence speaks volumes. I’m going to take great pleasure in beating down a racists fuck like yourself Billy boy. Oh yeah. It’s going to be great.”
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Post by Steve Sinclair on Apr 19, 2017 19:10:06 GMT
The Bad Ass one is sitting late at night by a fireplace with a nice fire going in it.
“I love how you think you know me. I love how you think you have me all figured out. This is just a side job. Never have words been spoken that have been a huge insult to every man woman and little person in this sport. I have never saw someone so self centered before in my life and let’s face it, in the wrestling world and in the hotel casino world, I meet a lot of ego driven pricks but none of them even measure up to you.”
“Answer this one question Billy Boy. Why would someone who has the money such as myself take the time to train, to work out, to get his ass kicked for chump change? I have more money than what I know what to do with it. I can do anything I want in this world, I can buy fucking countries if I wanted too but I choose to get in that damn ring. That is what I want to do. On top of that! I have a disability! You don’t know how it is being me. You don’t know the struggles I had to go through to get where I am today, the Bad Ass One! One of the biggest stars in DarcPro, the keeper of the UWL torch.”
“You’ll never be the wrestler I am” James says mockingly.
“No fucking shit bitch! I’m not six feet fucking tall! I entered a industry where everyone is a fucking giant, a industry that doesn’t handle people like me very kindly and yeah! I had to play the dwarf. I had to dress up as fucking Scrappy Doo, I had to do shit that someone such as yourself would never have to fucking do! Why? Because you’re not four feet fucking tall!”
James pauses. He’s getting choked up. He takes a deep breath.
“You need a reason to verbally abuse someone…” Man….If I don’t cock an attitude I would have never fucking made it. If I was this bitch pussy mother fucker who clutches a ill gotten title in middle of the ring and rocks back and forth and actually sheds a tear because she somehow won, and they call Rayven Hardy the San Fran miracle, psss, please Crystal is the miracle around here. If I don’t be the Bad Ass that I am, everyone would walk all over me. I have to work nine times harder at this than you do! I have to really come up with a gameplan to win the matches that I win because unlike you, mister skillful douchewaffle, I have to use my mind, my skills to beat down my opponent while you can just use your strength to overpower your opponent.”
“I beat you in like 3 minutes flat.” And? You want a award for that? So you beat someone with a disability. I’m so glad that you’re proud of that victory. Stand back bitches, here comes Billy boy who can beat someone half his height in like, no time flat. Like you said, that was a year ago and this time it will be different. I’ve been sitting on that for a year now. Bottled that shit up like you do with a bottle of Rogaine, saving it for that special occasion when you get a hot date with a chick half your age. Have you ever noticed how someone who has only been in the sport for a couple of years now, looks like he’s in his mid 30’s?”
“Oh Billy boy, I’m like a grenade just waiting to pop off. Between that match in Knoxville and how you are discriminating against me for being short, my fuse is really fucking short right now. I can’t wait for E5 when I can get my hands on you. It’s just a shame that we’ll have two stuck up bitches in our match. Yeah that’s right Crystal, you just continue being a obedient little whore and sit there and remain tight lipped. DJ, who ever the fuck you are, keep that whore mouth of yours zipped tight too.”
James picks up a glass of wine.
“Fuck off Billy.”
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Post by Steve Sinclair on Apr 20, 2017 20:07:22 GMT
“Oh jeez…..oh man….” Worrisome words from a balding fat man with a bad case of oversupination going on as he drops his notepad with several sheets of paper with all sorts of notes scribbled down on them. He tries to pick to them up but being so obese he can’t bend over really and some of the papers blow away out of the doorway into the strip. He stands there and watches them float away. His life’s work. “Damn.” He says as he pushes his glasses up and slowly turns around. Standing in the Bad Ass Hotel is Barry Burton. Bester’s personal interviewer hired by Nanook and Nanook has sent him to Vegas. “Oh...there he is.” Barry says as he spots James Kelloggs on the other end of the lobby. He runs across the lobby and yes everyone watches the old balding fat man with bad knees and walks on the side of his feet run. It’s a sad sight really. “JAMES!” Barry shouts out. “JAMES! KELLOGGS! BAD ASS!” Barry shouts out. This of course catches the ear of James, who is behind the counter where guests check in and check out of his fine hotel on the strip in Vegas. The counter being built for “normal” sized Americans he pulls himself up over the edge of the counter to get a peek. “Claire…” The girl working the counter, one his longest tenured employees. “Yes Mr. Kelloggs.” Claire says. She is on the cusp of moving up in the hotel, to a management role. James has watched her take projects on her own and do whatever it takes to make the customer happy and for that he will reward her with a bigger role in the hotel. There isn’t anything that happens at the front desk without her knowing of it. “Who is that idiot screaming my name?” James asks. “I’m not sure.” Claire says. “He seems to know you. Could it be someone from the wrestling thing?” She asks. She doesn’t understand why James does what he does “on the side”. “You know….”“If I could get just one minute of your time James!” Barry says as he runs up to the counter, gasping, all blown up, his face turning purple. He sets his notepad down and leans on the counter as he tries to catch his breath. “Can I help you sir?” Claire asks. James finds this funny as Barry can’t answer her if he wanted too. Barry holds up his hand. He points at James. James takes a couple of steps back from the counter so he can see. “Barry?” James asks. Barry nods. “Nanook sent your dumb ass?” James asks. Again Barry nods, he wants to speak but can’t. Claire reaches under the counter and pulls out a bottle of water and places it in front of him. James hides his smirk. “Thank you.” Barry manages to get out. He spins off the top and takes a big gulp of water. Dry mouth you know. Claire takes a step back as this clearly has nothing to do with the hotel. “So? What? You couldn’t find Crystal Millar? Of whoever the fuck that Delilah chick is for a interview so you found me? Goat boy too busy polishing his titles from defunct federations? So you came here hoping to jump start your sad ass career again?”Barry shakes his head no. “No? I’m the first option? I find that hard to believe Barry.”“Nanook.”“Speaking of worthless pieces of shit. I’m surprised he isn’t managing Crystal Millar seeing how he has a knack to attach himself to sad sacks. Wait? Did Goat boy just sign with him?” “No. Nanook sent me here to interview you for your big match.”“Oh...my big match! How about that Claire. Nanook, you remember him right?”“I do. He still has a unpaid bar tab here.”“He sent his best man when I’m on the cusp of winning that DarcHorse title. How about that.”“I’m here to help…”“I bet you are.”“If I could just get a minute or two…..”James holds his hand. “Save it tubby. Claire. Set Barry up with a room, and comp his dinner. When I’m done running my hotel Barry, we’ll talk. Maybe.”“Oh….okay. Thank you.”“Yeah don’t mention it.”TBC Some time later…. Barry is tucked away in a far corner of the restaurant in the Bad Ass Hotel getting his fill of his dinner that is on the house and let me tell you one thing, Barry can pack the food away. Barry is scarfing down a nice juicy steak when the waiter walks up to his table. “Mr. Burton? Sir.” This English chap says. And yes he rolls in the tips just based on his English accent especially with the ladies. Plus he hits the gym every day, keeps himself in tip top shape. “Mr. Kelloggs will see you now.” Charles says. “Now?” “Yes. Out by the pool.”“Like? Right now?”Charles smiles. “Oh. Okay. Can I have this wrapped and brought to my room?” Barry asks. Charles nods. “Of course sir.”“Nice. Thanks.” Barry says as he unwedges himself from the booth and stands up, his knees making all sorts of noises. You can tell it pains him. He looks around. “Uhmm. Where is the pool?”“Roxie.”“Rox…..oh my.”“Roxie will escort you to the pool.”Standing in her bra and panties, high heels is this cute as hell redhead. Roxie. She smiles. “Are you ready?”Barry doesn’t say a word and slowly nods his head. Roxie holds his arm out. “Shall we?”A couple of minutes later out by the pool where the Bad Ass One is seated at the bar, Roxie brings Barry over and show him a seat at the bar. Once Barry sits down, Roxie runs her hand across his back and that sends an electric bolt down his spine. “Thank you!” Barry blurts out. “No. Thank you.” Roxie says and slowly walks away and Barry watches her every step. James clears his throat. “Listen up Barry. I don’t care why Nanook sent you here, why you agreed to come here or what both of you hope to achieve from this! I don’t need either of you and there will never be me and Nanook ever again. That fat fuck left me high and dry in the UWL and here I am, waving the fucking flag for the UWL just so I could work in DarcPro. That fuck will pay for this bullshit! Fucking lawyers getting phone calls, people are pissed that Team UWL is a thing. Shit I told my team of lawyers to forward all my calls to him. They are working over time cuz that fat ass and my opponent, fucking prick, I’m launching a suit against that asshole. He will not get away with calling me the M word. I take that shit serious kinda like you at all all you can eat buffet. In this day and age it is not okay to use the M word. Midget Mania….I hate that word but know this Barry!” Says James putting a lot of stink on his name. “Billy Dicklesson might be laughing now, with all of his jokes, Darcrappy catchphrases and little toys creeping on that man child’s territory, yeah Bester! He think he’s cute coining the phrase Midget Mania and all, he’s only doing this cuz he knows it’ll get under my skin but…”
James jabs his index finger into the bar top. “He will regret the day he came up with Midget Mania! I promise you that! What was thrown out there to be an insult, I will use it to empower me and use it to beat his ever loving ass. I hate that dick. I’ll say it again. Fuck Billy Darcdard. Nothing! I mean fucking nothing will make me happier than beating his ass, that bitch Crystal’s ass and whoever the fuck this Delilah chick is, I’m really starting to think she’s made up, like Crystal’s invisible friend from childhood. Have you seen that new TV show on...fuck, ABC? That show that has Jenna Elfman….”“Imaginary Mary?”“Holy fuck! Barry you are good for something after all! Yes! Delilah and her bullshit nothing title is Imaginary Mary! Just not as funny. It will be the greatest day in my life Barry when I beat all three of em and walk out with that DarcHorse title around my waist. Tell Billy he can hug and snuggle with Crystal and her made up friend after the match. They can reflect on why it was a bad idea to discriminate on the Bad Ass One!”
Fade out
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Post by Steve Sinclair on Apr 21, 2017 22:17:50 GMT
The next morning Barry is heading on out of the Bad Ass Hotel when Roxie, remember her? She was waiting for Barry in the lobby and she walks to Barry. Barry stops after being taken by her red hair and pale face. “Oh hey…” Barry says. “Hey there sweetie. Where are you going?” Roxie says as she straightens out his tie for him. “I'm was….I don't know.” Roxie pats Barry on his chest. “Good. James would like to see you.”“Oh? Really?”Roxie holds her arm out and gives him a smile. “Come on.” She says with a wink. Couple of minutes later Roxie has lead Barry to the private gym of the Bad Ass One. Since it's a private gym there is normally no one else in there but James and yes, most of the equipment has been custom made just for him. Roxie leads Barry over towards James. “Here you go James.” Roxie says. James picks up his towel off of the floor and pats down his forehead “Thank you Roxie.” James says. “No problem boss.” She says as she spins and flirts with Barry one more time before exiting the gym. “I’m glad she caught you before you hightailed back to the fat fuck and gave him a full report. Now get cya camera out and do something productive for once for DarcPro bitch.”“Okay….Can I ask…”“Barry you fucktard! I didn't have you brought down here in the Bad Ass gym to ask some fucking questions. I've got something to get off my chest and it's not your mom's big ass titties for once. Now get that camera setup, let's go. Come on.”James claps his hands a couple of times and Barry quickly breaks out his phone and holds it up and presses record. “You recording bitch?”“Yes.”“Good cuz this shit right here goes out to the two morons I'm facing next week at E5! This shit right here, I'm putting both of you on blast! Fucking call me a midget…..”You can tell James is flustered by this. “First of all. Crystal fucking Millar! Looks like she canceled the rest of his vacay and took a break from making bullshit B rated movies to come out from the trailer park to remind us, that she somehow is walking around with my title! You need to stop lying bitch and just admit that I beat ya bitch. Straight up, that ref, that lousy ass ref The Jazz slapped his hand on the match three times. I had ya and next week, I'll have ya next time. I'm so sick of that fake ass bitch. I swear to god, didn't you say that you weren't an actress or some shit like that? I had to watch this fat ass right here eat me out of hotel and casino last night but I swear to god you said something along those lines. Then you stop and get all crack whorish and say that you're the silver screen queen? I didn't know porn theaters were still a thing. Who pays for porn these days anyways? Secondly. I can't believe with everything that has been said this week this is even a thing.”James pauses and takes a deep breath. “Your issue is that our match isn't one of the three main events? Like? What?”James shakes his head. “You know why it’s not one of the three main events? It’s because the title holder of this match isn’t main event material. You are at best, mid card fodder for teenage boys and preteen girls to look up too. OH she has pink hair, she is soooo cool.. As much as I hate to say this, if Billy boy or I were holding that belt, which I will be very soon, this same match wouldn’t be billed as one of three main events, it would be THE main event. That is what I bring to this company. A guy, a face, a name that the company can fully back and know that I’m going to bring it day in and day out. For a while now Crystal, you have been in borrowed time and it’s time for to clock out and head on home. This company wants a champion that isn’t distracted by making shitty movies and taking a holiday every other week.”James ready himself to do a deadlift. TBC |
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Post by Steve Sinclair on Apr 21, 2017 22:25:49 GMT
James wraps his hands around the bar and sets his feet. He glances up at Barry.
“You know I saw this bitch on Instagram this morning deadlift 300 pounds. In doing so she set a personal record and I don't care if you're a guy or a chick, 300 pounds isn't anything to sneeze at. She ain't a wrestler chick, she was doing that for shits and giggles and she's more dedicated than Crystal is who, you know does this for a paycheck. She couldn't lift a buck fifty with help. Afraid she'll break or nail or some shit. That is who our DarcHorse champion is. A barbie doll who is almost has a much plastic as a barbie doll. I told ya she would come out and tell us all what that fucking belt means to her. You know why?”
James stands up and rubs his hands together.
“Cuz that bitch ain't got nothing else to say. This farce title reign of hers, it will end at E5. I'll put money on it.”
“What about Delilah?”
“Who?”
“Delilah Jane?”
“She is a non factor whoever she is. Do you know what will happen? To that bitch. I'll use her to score the pinfall cuz that's all she's good for. She should just be removed from this match as far as I'm concerned. She is deadweight. She has less dedication and drive than the so called champion. Shit.”
James bends at the knee to do his left.
“Do all of us a favor DJ and just stay the fuck home. I don't want some bitch in this match that Crystal will use as an excuse when she's no longer the DarcHorse champion cuz you know that shit is going to happen.”
“What about Billy…”
“That mother fucker!”
James stands up.
“I'm getting tired of being called the M word. He can take his fucking stupid names and shove them up his ass! Stupid mother fucker, doesn’t he know Tyrion Lannister choked out the girl he loved that betrayed him and he killed his own fucking father. Fucking guy is ruthless. Smallest guy in the universe and the most powerful. If he wants to compare me to Tyrion, whatever. When I beat him at E5 and walk out with the title he’s calling his when it’s actually mine, I guess I’ll live up to the name he gave me cuz I’m in this match only for myself, I ain’t working with none of you bitches and the only chump getting thrown into the crowd is your wiseass. We height stunted Americans are getting full of getting pushed around, looked down on, made fun of by you pricks who stand almost six feet tall. The Bad Ass One is going to smack what is within reach and pop you in the nuts, drop you down to your knees and take my hand, smack you around like the bitch that you are and have my way with you. I will impose my will on you and do what I want do ya! But then again from what I heard you like being tied up and spanked….”
“Really?”
James gives Barry this look.
“NO! BARRY! I made that shit up, like how Billy says he this huge superstar, so huge he wasn’t even mentioned at that roundtable meeting the other day. He’s so big, his name wasn’t dropped to face Rayven for that Darc Championship. Hell he didn’t even make the convo for the DarcHorse belt. He is like the modern day bubble boy, he has fabricated his own little world, a world in which he is the best of the best and no one else can touch him. But I’m popping that bubble. Like I said, I have been waiting for a year for this match and I'm bring an end to world of make believe he hides in. In his dreams do guys like Robb Daniels and Drew Stevenson called him the future of this sport. Both of those guys combined are more self centered than Billy Boy is, shit. Those guys could be dying and they still won’t put anyone else over. Who the fuck you kidding Billy. You and Crystal, just spreading lies. Making up stories and running from the facts of this match. The fact that you two can’t stand in the shadow I cast over this sport, James Kelloggs…...I own this shit.”
Fade out.
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Post by Steve Sinclair on Apr 23, 2017 15:29:28 GMT
Roxie is escorting Barry through the lobby of the Bad Ass Hotel as James is finally done with him and Barry thought he was done too when he hears his name.
“Barry! Well well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.”
Roxie and Barry stops and sitting in a chair in a lobby is Joe Jones. He closes the magazine he’s reading and stands up.
“Joe?”
“In the flesh. Roxie! Sweetheart! How’s it hanging?”
“With duct tape.” Roxie says.
“Hmmm so hardcore you bitch.”
Roxie and Joe hug and kiss each other on the cheek. This catches Barry off guard.
“Can I borrow Barry here for a couple of minutes?”
“You sure you can handle him?” Roxie says with a grin.
“He’ll pass out as soon as he blows his wad then I’ll have my way with him.” Joe says so nonchalant.
“Hmmmm. Sound familiar.”
“Yeah but you like that sort of thing.”
Roxie smiles and lightly pats Joe on his cheek. She wanders off and Barry is utterly confused.
“I don’t understand…” Barry begins to say.
“It’s Vegas Barry. Not everything is what it seems. Have a seat.” Joe says while holding his hand towards a chair. Barry takes a seat and glances at Roxie who is chatting with another guest.
“Barry. Listen I know the little man has talked your ear off and you have notes and whatnot to sort through for that blog that no one reads but listen up tubby. You’re not done working yet.”
“Okay?”
“I have sat back and watched everything for the past ten plus days much like every fan out there. I think I can say that is match for the DarcHorse is one of the most heated matches that is going to take place on the 30th.”
“The odds are stacked against Crystal Millar it seems. Billy and James seem driven to dethrone her as the DarcHorse champion.” Barry adds.
“As they should. This is a title match Barry. They don’t come around every day and if you can’t get out of bed to walk through the broken glass, piles of shit and some name calling to capture that belt, then why are you ever here. I would ask #DJforshort that if she would pop in for one second. She went toe to toe against our historic DarcHorse champion just two weeks ago and pushed Crystal to her limits and she has been given another shot to get that belt and she’s vanished into thin air. Oh well you know. It is what it is. I know the little man is putting everything he has into this match and Billy….”
“He seems to have the backing of Miles.”
“So he thinks. For a young pup he is very full of himself. He thinks he has this match all thought out, all figured out and I’m willingly to bet that he thinks he has this match in the bag. He clearly has said everything he has to say and has ran out of things to talk about. He’s even letting the gas peddle up off of Crystal which I think is a mistake but I’m not in the match so what does it matter what I think….or am I in the match?”
“What do you mean?”
“Roxie here is going to take you to the airport Barry and she is going to escort you to wherever in the world Billy is and I want you to ask him one question.”
“Are you serious?”
“Private jet, the whole works Barry. You will find Billy and you will ask him how is he going to defeat Crystal Millar, DJ, and Team UWL.”
“You mean James….right?”
Joe picks up his magazine as Roxie returns.
“You have to a fool to think that one way or another, Team UWL isn’t walking out of E5 without that belt.”
“Why would I ask him that?”
“Just starting a conversation Barry.”
Barry looks up at Roxie who holds her hand out towards him.
“Ready?”
“For real?”
“Go find BIlly Barry. Oh and one more thing. Don’t get any thought about Roxie here. You might not like what you find…...but then again, maybe you will.”
“Let’s go Barry. We have a plane to catch.”
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