Post by Steve Sinclair on Jun 21, 2018 19:45:42 GMT
“So this is the THANKS I get?” One miffed Joe Jones says as the scene fades in with him leaning up against a brick wall with James Kelloggs holding the belt on his shoulder.
“A ungrateful little piece of shit sticking his nose where it didn’t belong. A total douche who has a hard on for two guys who haven’t gotten the memo that it’s okay to kiss on TV. This is what WhirlWind Wrestling is doing to their champ! Making sure that he’s getting screwed over!” Joe says with much disdain in his voice.
James, who doesn’t look very happy either. “Since when is Jack Callaway even considered championship material anyways, that stupid fucker.”
“And to think James, all of the ass kissing and every Yes man in this company making sure I was happy, just begging me, and I mean, begging me! On their knees, looking up at me with their puppy dog eyes and everything. All they needed was some lip gloss cuz they were more than willing to….”
“I swear I once beat that stupid little fucker once.” James throws out, rubbing the side of his face.
“I rescued this title from the lifeless ho hum mittens of Bryan Blaze, I give this belt life, meaning, and on the very night I am to choose truth or dare, two numbskulls who have no right being anywhere near this belt, walking on out from the back like they own this place.”
“I betcha that is what this is all about, he’s jealous.” James adds having a conversation all by himself.
“This was my night. My night for me to hoist that title above my head and show it off to the fans in the stands, so they can take a picture and share it on their wall and show all of their fans, There! Right there is a real man! There is a real champion. He is the pride of Mexico! That man, with that title, is more important than the world cup!”
“I always knew that little prick was jealous of me.”
“Well all of the fun and games, exploiting my little buddy….”
James shots Joe a dirty look.
“Is all over with it. That so called win the other night. That is as close to ever beating me you will ever get. So cherish it with ever fiber in your heart. Post it on Instagram and share it with your friends a year from now, remind them of the day you and some dude in a mask defeated the greatest WhirlWind Champion of all time in a meaningless, worthless tag match that didn’t mean nothing. I hope all of the smiles you put on people’s faces in the back gave you that special warm feeling in your bellies….”
“I bet after seeing me being the best Heritage champion in the company, he vowed to get even with me, knowing that he can’t best me, ever.” James continues….
“Cuz at Triple Threat on the 15th, when you two bumbling idiots get your one and only shot at my title, you’ll need those feel good vibes to get you through the deep dark depression you’re about to enter, when I, defeat the two of you and show the world why, show management why, and show the rest of the roster and those twitter warriors who think they are just as special as you two, why I am the only legit wrestling star on the roster.”
“I bet he went home to his mom’s basement and he sat at the kitchen table waiting for a sandwich and he was like, “Mommy! I kicks that meanie James' ass tonight!” And his mom most likely rolled her eyes and went “That’s nice Seven” “But Mommy, my name is Steven.” “I know Jerry. I know.””
“One on one, two on one, none of you have what it takes to defeat me. You should stop and ask yourself this one simple question. Why? When I captured this title and instantly made it the most important title in the world, is every Tom, Dick and Ashley under the sun all clamoring to get signed to WhirlWind Wrestling? It’s sure as shit isn’t to fight some bag of bones and a guy who hides behind a mask speaking in riddles. You two have nothing to offer. No one gains nothing from beating you two.”
“I vow to get even.” James says.
“You two are just pawns, pawns that can be easily replaced when they have no worth to the company anymore.”
Joe looks at his watch.
“And, That happens on the 15th.”
“Kick me again, we’ll see what happens then...” James mutters.
Fade out.
“A ungrateful little piece of shit sticking his nose where it didn’t belong. A total douche who has a hard on for two guys who haven’t gotten the memo that it’s okay to kiss on TV. This is what WhirlWind Wrestling is doing to their champ! Making sure that he’s getting screwed over!” Joe says with much disdain in his voice.
James, who doesn’t look very happy either. “Since when is Jack Callaway even considered championship material anyways, that stupid fucker.”
“And to think James, all of the ass kissing and every Yes man in this company making sure I was happy, just begging me, and I mean, begging me! On their knees, looking up at me with their puppy dog eyes and everything. All they needed was some lip gloss cuz they were more than willing to….”
“I swear I once beat that stupid little fucker once.” James throws out, rubbing the side of his face.
“I rescued this title from the lifeless ho hum mittens of Bryan Blaze, I give this belt life, meaning, and on the very night I am to choose truth or dare, two numbskulls who have no right being anywhere near this belt, walking on out from the back like they own this place.”
“I betcha that is what this is all about, he’s jealous.” James adds having a conversation all by himself.
“This was my night. My night for me to hoist that title above my head and show it off to the fans in the stands, so they can take a picture and share it on their wall and show all of their fans, There! Right there is a real man! There is a real champion. He is the pride of Mexico! That man, with that title, is more important than the world cup!”
“I always knew that little prick was jealous of me.”
“Well all of the fun and games, exploiting my little buddy….”
James shots Joe a dirty look.
“Is all over with it. That so called win the other night. That is as close to ever beating me you will ever get. So cherish it with ever fiber in your heart. Post it on Instagram and share it with your friends a year from now, remind them of the day you and some dude in a mask defeated the greatest WhirlWind Champion of all time in a meaningless, worthless tag match that didn’t mean nothing. I hope all of the smiles you put on people’s faces in the back gave you that special warm feeling in your bellies….”
“I bet after seeing me being the best Heritage champion in the company, he vowed to get even with me, knowing that he can’t best me, ever.” James continues….
“Cuz at Triple Threat on the 15th, when you two bumbling idiots get your one and only shot at my title, you’ll need those feel good vibes to get you through the deep dark depression you’re about to enter, when I, defeat the two of you and show the world why, show management why, and show the rest of the roster and those twitter warriors who think they are just as special as you two, why I am the only legit wrestling star on the roster.”
“I bet he went home to his mom’s basement and he sat at the kitchen table waiting for a sandwich and he was like, “Mommy! I kicks that meanie James' ass tonight!” And his mom most likely rolled her eyes and went “That’s nice Seven” “But Mommy, my name is Steven.” “I know Jerry. I know.””
“One on one, two on one, none of you have what it takes to defeat me. You should stop and ask yourself this one simple question. Why? When I captured this title and instantly made it the most important title in the world, is every Tom, Dick and Ashley under the sun all clamoring to get signed to WhirlWind Wrestling? It’s sure as shit isn’t to fight some bag of bones and a guy who hides behind a mask speaking in riddles. You two have nothing to offer. No one gains nothing from beating you two.”
“I vow to get even.” James says.
“You two are just pawns, pawns that can be easily replaced when they have no worth to the company anymore.”
Joe looks at his watch.
“And, That happens on the 15th.”
“Kick me again, we’ll see what happens then...” James mutters.
Fade out.