RP#12

Sunday morning in Tennessee and Double J Joe Jones is standing on his deck that is over looking the parking lot to the apartment complex that he is calling home for now. It's a chilly day with rain in the forecast and Joe is decked out in sweat pants. In the parking lot is Nanook on his cell phone and is pacing back and forth in front of his car. Joe watches Nanook pace back and forth with almost a glare in his eyes. He's not sure what Nanook is talking about but he's pretty sure he won't aprove of what he is planning. The longer Nanook talks the more he gets pissed.....

Down stairs Nanook is on his phone with Hatemonger.....

Nanook "This Cocheese is a slimey little snake! I hate everything about this guy! The way he walks! The way he talks! I even hate how he breathes!"

Hatemonger "How can you hate how someone breathes? That is just silly man."

Nanook "He's all like, big breath in! His chest expands like 9 times bigger than what it really is. It just annoys me! I love how he thinks he is awesome by beating up some UWL Students. Hell I could beat some wet behind the ears noodle bird brain."

Hatemonger "There's a UWL school?"

Nanook "Yeah and they all think they can beat Cocheese."

Hatemonger "So why don't you go get you some of Cocheese?"

Nanook "Me?"

Hatemonger "No your mother, Yeah you! Go and kick his ass! You have after all defeated JT Blackout."

Nanook "I did....and Blockout is 10 times better than Cocheese....what kind of name is Cocheese anyways?"

Hatemonger "Well Frankie Chedder or Frankie Swiss is stupid."

Nanook "Cocheese is stupid. You know I've got to make a couple of phone calls. I'll talk to you in a while."

Hatemonger "Oh how about Frankie Guda?"

Nanook "What's that smelly cheese?"

Hatemonger "I don't know. I don't have a lot of dairy products."

Nanook "What ever that cheese is called, that's what Frankie should call himself."

Hatemonger "Okay."

Nanook "Alright I've got to go. I'm at Joe's place now."

Back up on the deck Double J snarls as he picks up his coffee cup. His last match and his up coming match is fresh on his mind. Joe closes his eyes as he rubs the brow of his eye.

"I just defeated one half of the tag champions, Eddie Jones gets the credit. I stood next to the World champ and the rest of the Frontline and went toe to toe with the Grey....It's like I wasn't even there. This week I get Troy Vincent and suddenly I'm confused. I'm a legend in my own mind.....having difficulties adjusting......the only difficulties I'm having is getting rid of the headache..."

Joe spins and throws his coffee mug up against the wall of his apartment and holds his head with both hands. For 2 weeks now his head has been throbbing nonstop, the constant pressure behind his eyes is starting to drive him mad. He feels like his skull is always on fire and the non stop headache is giving him mood swings and violent outburst of rage. He's almost out of coffee cups and he will have to buy new ones soon. The pressure is always there but it eases up here and there and so far he has been doing a outstanding job of hiding it from Nanook, one worthly of a Oscar. If Nanook found out he would force Joe to sit out a couple weeks and right now that is something Double J can't and won't afford to do.

Nanook makes his way out onto the deck. "Morning Joey....what happened?" noticing the broken coffee cup.

JJ "Oh...it slipped. It was hotter than I thought. I can't burn my hand you know."

Nanook "You okay?"

JJ "Yeah....I was thinking."

Joe opens his eyes and he places his hands on his hips and puts up a front of everything is okay.

Nanook "Thinking about what?"

JJ "I need a t-shirt."

Nanook "A t-shirt?"

JJ "Yeah. A t-shirt. I wrote it down. It's inside."

Nanook "Why do you need a t-shirt?"

JJ "You'll see."

Nanook "Okay?"

JJ "I heard you say you have a few calls to make."

Nanook "Yeah...."

JJ "Then you can get me thist-shirt."

Nanook "Are you serious?"

JJ "Yup."

Nanook "I'm not running all over town to find you a shirt."

JJ "Then shall we talk about what I think you are planning then?"

Nanook "What?"

JJ "I heard what you said, I think I know what you are planning to do and I don't agree with it. I told you to let it go and just let things be but you want to go and show everyone you're the man, fine. But Nanook, I warned you."

Nanook "F*** him. I hate that guy!"

JJ "What ever. You've always been thick headed. Just get my damn shirt and I won't tell Angelo."

Nanook "You wouldn't!"

JJ "Try me."

Joe cocks his head towards Nanook. Nanook is a bit pissed.

Nanook "FINE! What shirt do I have to get?"

JJ "Let me show you."

They head inside where Joe shows Nanook what he wants. Nanook isn't happy about the whole thing but he goes out in the world with his mission in hand. He returns several hours later and Joe gets to work.

It's almost nightfall in downtown Knoxville and Joe is slowly walking along a bike path near a park. With the weird weather we have been having lately Joe is sporting a zip up hoodie.

"You know, When I first saw that I was facing former World Champion Troy Vincent I couldn't help but smile. Not because I see Troy as a big stepping stone, a chance, or as a opportunity to score a big win here in the UWL and put me in a better light to the front office. No I smiled because I finally get to face someone in the UWL that meant something around here. Everyone respects Troy. Everyone credits him for being a good champions. A solid fighting world champion who did the company proud. It's the kind of match I have been waiting for. A one on one match with someone who is a legit UWL star. It's a match that if I won would impress people around here.....but then again I guess not."

"Every week I hear the same damn thing. Oh another newcomer. Just another guy looking to make a name for yourself here. Some guy who was a legend somewhere else. I haven't seen a single thing that impresses me so far. They probally follow that with a "you just f*cking suck" under their breaths and while The Grey and what seems to be a never ending hippie bus of friends around every corner filled new members, and Caleb Hart not many guys around here can say they have beaten me. Last week, Mark Renaissance didn't give me a chance in hell in winning and yet, there I was getting the pin fall on him. Not my fault Eddie Jones wandered out a bit early for his match. Maybe Mark should have stayed focus on what was going on. This week Troy "You see" Vincent is saying the same thing Mark was. Sorry Joe but you're just not good enough."

Double j stops and crosses his arms and glances down at the ground.

"I really want to like you Troy. I really do. You are a hard worker. Bright, quick witted and even after capturing the biggest prize the UWL has you are still driven. Some guys around here are putting you down for going after the TV title almost mocking you. As a fan at home how can you not cheer for Troy Vincent? I understand why you want to be a Grand Slam Champion and in doing so you have to, win every title. We all need goals in life. You is to become a Grand Slam Champion. Frankie Cocheese's goal is to be a doouchebag and so far he is a achieving that. My goal is to win the UWL World title but after listening to you Troy a little while ago, I need to set a short term goal. One I know I can easily achieve. One that will stun you, maybe make you upset. And that goal is beat the mighty Troy Vincent. I'm not going to win over any fans in doing this, but that is okay. Hell I probally still won't impress any of you around here...."

Joe unzips his hoodie.

"But then again, I could care less about that."

Joe opens his hoodie up and shows his brand new t-shirt that reads

"I didn't come here to IMPRESS none of you motherF***ers!"

FTB.