Post by Steve Sinclair on May 18, 2018 20:12:30 GMT
“Oh yeah…...that feels…...man, that just feels great! I haven’t felt like this in years, years I tell ya!” One Joe Jones says, and apparently he is feeling very good right now.
“I try very hard Mr. Jones. I aim to please.” Another male voice says, being rather professional himself.
“The way you just got right in there and went to work on me.” Joe says…..
Where is this conversation going anyways?
“I’ve gotta tell ya, I haven’t been manhandled like that in years.”
“Thanks. I’m glad you’re feeling good.”
“Good? Man, I feel fantastic!”
“Good. Good. Say, do you think I could get a autograph?”
“Sure thing doc.”
Scene opens up to reveal your Whirlwind champion Joe Jones at the chiropractor. After winning the belt, he needed a spinal adjustment.
Or two.
Joe pays the bill, signs a picture with him and the belt and speaking of the belt. Picks that up from the counter and flings it over his shoulder and with a smirk on his face, exits the small waiting room.
“Thank you Mr. Jones. Just give us a call when you need another tweak.” The doctor says.
“Oh don’t worry about that doc.” Joe says.
Outside of the office, James Kelloggs is sitting on the hood of Joe’s Kia Stinger.
“Come on little man.”
James flashes Joe a frown.
“Let’s go do this.” Joe says as he opens the driver’s side door and tosses the Whirlwind championship in the back seat. James slides down off of the hood, scratching the paint in the process. He waddles over to the passenger side and opens the door.
“You need your booster seat?” Joe asks.
“Fuck off with your…….” James says and then sighs. “Yes.”
“Come on little buddy! Jump on inside. We’re going on a road trip!”
“Road trip? To fucking where?”
“The airport!”
“Airport?”
“Yup! We’re taking the plane to the states for something.”
“Why?”
“You’ll see. And James, don’t worry.”
“About what?”
“The airline said it’ll make sure you’ll have a booster seat and cayrons for the plane ride.”
“I fucking hate you.” James growls.
This causes Joe to laugh and smirk as he picks on his little buddy James Kelloggs. James looks up at him.
“Seriously. Where in the fuck are we going?”
“Back to where it all began James. Back to finish the story I started a long time ago. But first!”
Joe reaches down between the seat and the console in his Stinger and pulls out a envelope. He opens it and inside the envelope is a greeting card. A plain white greeting card with “Thank You” scrolled across it in a nice cursive font. Joe flips that open and digs a pen out and starts to write inside the card.
Bianca, Veronica and Jacob.
I wanted to take this moment to give the three of you a heartfelt thank you and to acknowledge that my victory at Threads of Disloyalty most likely would not have happened without a helping hand from three individuals who, well, I’m not 100 percent sure why they did what they did. I am in no way going to take all the credit for this historic win or pretend that I did this on my own. Not only did you three correct a wrong in Whirlwind Wrestling, but you also helped a old dog feel alive again. It is not the win I had envisioned, but as they say, a win is a win. I am sure at some point the bill will be in the mail and I will have to pay up and balance my account. Very little in this sport happens without being reported to the collection agency. Till that time comes, please know that I hold you three in the highest regards.
Inclosed is a little thank you from me to you. Buy something pretty and if there anything left, get Jacob’s chest waxed. He is quite the little hot bod with a nice smooth chest.
P.S. Veronica, James says to pick yourself up some skittles.
Forever grateful,
Joe Jones.
Joe sticks a stack of 10G in the card, slides it in the envelope and seals it shut, where he drops it in the mail once they reach the airport……..
“I try very hard Mr. Jones. I aim to please.” Another male voice says, being rather professional himself.
“The way you just got right in there and went to work on me.” Joe says…..
Where is this conversation going anyways?
“I’ve gotta tell ya, I haven’t been manhandled like that in years.”
“Thanks. I’m glad you’re feeling good.”
“Good? Man, I feel fantastic!”
“Good. Good. Say, do you think I could get a autograph?”
“Sure thing doc.”
Scene opens up to reveal your Whirlwind champion Joe Jones at the chiropractor. After winning the belt, he needed a spinal adjustment.
Or two.
Joe pays the bill, signs a picture with him and the belt and speaking of the belt. Picks that up from the counter and flings it over his shoulder and with a smirk on his face, exits the small waiting room.
“Thank you Mr. Jones. Just give us a call when you need another tweak.” The doctor says.
“Oh don’t worry about that doc.” Joe says.
Outside of the office, James Kelloggs is sitting on the hood of Joe’s Kia Stinger.
“Come on little man.”
James flashes Joe a frown.
“Let’s go do this.” Joe says as he opens the driver’s side door and tosses the Whirlwind championship in the back seat. James slides down off of the hood, scratching the paint in the process. He waddles over to the passenger side and opens the door.
“You need your booster seat?” Joe asks.
“Fuck off with your…….” James says and then sighs. “Yes.”
“Come on little buddy! Jump on inside. We’re going on a road trip!”
“Road trip? To fucking where?”
“The airport!”
“Airport?”
“Yup! We’re taking the plane to the states for something.”
“Why?”
“You’ll see. And James, don’t worry.”
“About what?”
“The airline said it’ll make sure you’ll have a booster seat and cayrons for the plane ride.”
“I fucking hate you.” James growls.
This causes Joe to laugh and smirk as he picks on his little buddy James Kelloggs. James looks up at him.
“Seriously. Where in the fuck are we going?”
“Back to where it all began James. Back to finish the story I started a long time ago. But first!”
Joe reaches down between the seat and the console in his Stinger and pulls out a envelope. He opens it and inside the envelope is a greeting card. A plain white greeting card with “Thank You” scrolled across it in a nice cursive font. Joe flips that open and digs a pen out and starts to write inside the card.
Bianca, Veronica and Jacob.
I wanted to take this moment to give the three of you a heartfelt thank you and to acknowledge that my victory at Threads of Disloyalty most likely would not have happened without a helping hand from three individuals who, well, I’m not 100 percent sure why they did what they did. I am in no way going to take all the credit for this historic win or pretend that I did this on my own. Not only did you three correct a wrong in Whirlwind Wrestling, but you also helped a old dog feel alive again. It is not the win I had envisioned, but as they say, a win is a win. I am sure at some point the bill will be in the mail and I will have to pay up and balance my account. Very little in this sport happens without being reported to the collection agency. Till that time comes, please know that I hold you three in the highest regards.
Inclosed is a little thank you from me to you. Buy something pretty and if there anything left, get Jacob’s chest waxed. He is quite the little hot bod with a nice smooth chest.
P.S. Veronica, James says to pick yourself up some skittles.
Forever grateful,
Joe Jones.
Joe sticks a stack of 10G in the card, slides it in the envelope and seals it shut, where he drops it in the mail once they reach the airport……..