Post by Steve Sinclair on Feb 9, 2014 14:32:53 GMT
May 18th.
Double J makes his way towards the back right after his match. Ignoring what is going on in the ring Joe pushes through the curtain and Nanook is right behind him.
Nanook "Joe! Joe!"
JJ "Not now!"
Nanook "Come on it wasn't that bad!"
JJ "Yeah okay."
Nanook "Listen we can come back from this!"
Double J doesn't say a thing just contuines making his way towards the locker rooms so he can get dressed and leave but Nanook is right smack behind him. Joe is a tad upset over the outcome of his match. He knows he could have beaten Troy Vincent. He's faced guys better than him in the past and beat them. He just doesn't understand what he is lacking ever since he walked into the UWL. And Nanook isn't helping him either.
Nanook "Troy Vincent.....Listen Troy just got lucky joey, this is nothing."
They reach the locker room and Joe kicks the door open and makes his way inside. Sitting on a bench in front of his locker is his gymbag. Joe unzips his bag and pulls out a towell and wipes off his face of sweat. Nanook waddles in behind him.
Nanook "Just forget about Troy Joe..."
JJ "You know Kim. I asked just one thing from you."
Nanook "What?"
JJ "ONE f*cking THING! I asked you to leave Cocheese alone. I told you to let Frankie go. Stop obsessing over him and what did you do?"
Nanook "Listen I tried to teach that gang banger a lesson!"
Nanook Points his finger at Joe. Joe tosses his towell on the floor.
JJ "And how did that go Nanook? Just how did that go?"
Nanook "Look if it wasn't for that stripper I would have won that match!"
JJ "Yeah blame the Stripper."
Nanook "I HAD HIM BEAT!"
JJ "Sure you did. You were a heart beat away from being the next great UWL Heritage Champion."
Joe shoves his bag off on to the floor and sits down. He rubs his head.
JJ "The great Nanook who has won maybe...maybe 10 matches in his whole life was going to walk into a club and take out Cocheese who, beat you without any prep at all."
Nanook "HE HAD HELP!"
JJ "Help? Man that wipping from a pink lacy bra was brutal. Was that what you called help? A chick letting the ref feel her up is help?"
Nanook "Yeah it was! He wasn't going to kick out!"
JJ "Whatever. I'm done talking about it. You can tell yourself what ever you want. I've got more important things to deal with. In fact why don't you go and wait for Cocheese at the 711 and when he's buying a slushing you get him from behind and see if you can take the Heritage title form him."
Nanook "Really? You know for a fact that he's going to be at the 711 just down the street?"
Joe shakes his head in disabelief.
Nanook "Cuz I can get a ref and.......wait are you messing with me?"
Joe motions with his hands "duh"
Nanook "Okay. Well thanks. I was just trying to help you but I see. Fine. Oh by the way you have a TV title match next week against Aphonic."
JJ "What?"
Nanook "You, Aphonic and Hart for the TV title. What didn't you understand?"
JJ "Why in the F*** would I have a match with someone from the Frontline? Have I been kicked out of the Frontline and they didn't tell me?"
Nanook "I don't think so."
JJ "So I'm getting a pitty title shot? Great!'
Nanook "Wait! You're not happy about this?"
JJ "Why the F*** should I? The first title shot I got was after I lost.....now my second title shot I get is after I lost and I get to face one of my stable mates on top of that. Awesome, just f*cking AWESOME!"
Nanook "You have been talking about wanting to face Hart ever since he won the title. HEll Hart said he would love to face you again and now you get the chance and you're pissed?"
JJ "YEAH I'M f*cking PISSED! THE UWL JUST GAVE ME A PITTY SHOT!!! It's like they are saying, You seem like a nice guy, you give it your all out there and even though you can't win, here's a title match none the less. Good luck Champ! F*** that! I don't need their sympathy"
Nanook "I don't think it's a sympathy match."
JJ "The F*** it isn't."
Nanook "No it isn't! You two put on two hell of a matches and...."
Joe bolts from his seat charges over towards Nanook, grabs him by the throat and backs Nanook up against the wall. His eyes have a look that could kill in them right now.
JJ "THEIR f*cking LAUGHING AT ME YOU FAT SACK OF SHIT!!! OPEN YOUR EYES AND TAKE A LOOK AROUND AT WHAT THE F*** IS GOING ON AROUND HERE!!!!! I'M f*cking AMOUNTING TO JACK SHIT AROUND HERE NANOOK!!! I'M NOT DOING A GOD DAMN THING!!!! THEIR SPITTING IN MY FACE AND I'M JUST TAKING IT!!! I'M SICK AND TIRED OF THIS BULLSHIT!!!! JUST SICK AND TIRED OF IT!!! F***!!!!"
Joe glares at Nanook and tightens his grip on Nanook's throat before letting go of him and stroming out of the lockerroom leaving Nanook bent over coughing trying to catch his breath............
It's around 4 in the morning on Sunday after the TV Tapings. Upset about the out come and his up coming match Double J ventured into Downtown Knoxville by the collage and hit some of the bars still in his wrestling gear. The kids from Tenn state just didn't seem to mind. All they knew is we get to party with a "star" wrestler. It was one hell of a night doing shots, buying drinks, getting hammered and drinking away any worries he had. At the one bar he was at when they called for last call his bar tap was $1200. Thank god he already paid his taxes.
Joe ended up at the 711 and luckly neither Nanook or Frankie Cocheese was there. The bar called it a night but Double J wasn't done. He picked up a six pack and a over priced Volunteers hoodie and headed for a nice play to call home, drink his beers and maybe watch the sun come up. He ended finding a park on campus where he parked his ass on a bench under a oak tree facing the east waiting for the sun to come up. Resting next to him on the bench is his 6 pack of Bud. One can has already been emptied and he cracks open a new can.
"I'm not going to sit here....and say that you Troy Vincent got lucky. Nah! You beat me. Fair and square. Hey! I just wasn't good enough tonight. Idon'tknow (slight slurring there) what to say."
Double J shrugs.
"I'm working hard. I'm eating right. I'm working out twice a day. I'm training harder than ever. I'm not a jumping around flying from the top rope kind of guy. I get you on the ground, wear you down and hit a couple of power moves and bring you back down to themat kind of guy. That's my style. That's how my old man.....that's how he rolled and that's my game. That's....that's how I roll. And it's worked....till now. I don't.....Man I don't get it. I know I can beat guys like Troy. He's nothing special. I'm not scared of him. I didn't see this unbeatable former World champion when I got in that ring tonight. I saw a guy that I know I match up well against him. I'm just as talanted as him. I'm just as strong as him. I'm everything that Troy Vincent is. I'm everything that Caleb Hart is. I can defeat these guys. But....what the F*** you know?"
Joe takes a sip of his beer.
"Shit doesn't go my way. The ball doesn't bounce my way and I don't know why! That is something....something that just pisses me off! I'm f*cking upset at myself! f*cking pissed that I lost that god damn MATCH!"
Joe chugs his beer and tosses the can away.
"And so this week I get the pitty from the UWL powers that be. I get to face Caleb Hart.......the one who everyone is picking to be the next choosen one. I'm surprised they haven't erected a staute of this guy out side of the UWL arena right next to the Troy Vincent one. And like every UWL booking, I don't get to face Caleb Hart alone like we did....i don't know a month ago. Nooooooooo! I get to face someone who I thought was my team mate. I get to face Aphonic. I get the joys of talking to Feedback this week! OH yippie skippy!!!! This just doesn't piss me off, It's GD annoying."
Joe reaches for another beer. He wrestles one free from the plastic thing that holds them all together.
"You know I've been fighting the fight against the Grey. I've been helping out Angelo....hell I'm going to be a Lumberjack for his match against Cocheese and what does the UWL do....does.....whatever. They book me against one of the guys who I guess is my teammate. Hell am I even in the Frontline? I don't know. This is starting to be the ESW all over again. No one tells me a god damn thing!"
Double J pauses and pops the top on his beer.
"Speaking of the ESW....Aphonic. How about this week we lose the act. Tell Feedback, Humpback, Jackoff to take a week off. I know your dumb ass can talk and talk....and talk.....and talk......and talk. You know Aphonic, I was happy when you lifted your mask a few weeks ago and showed us who you were and you were doing this I'm not talking route. It was hard keeping the huge smile I had hidden from everyone. The thought of you not saying anything....priceless. But man, I don't know, I would rather listen to you flap your gums over this Feedback guy. But don't worry Aphonic....."
Joe leans over towards the camera.
"Your secert is safe with me."
Joe smirks as he leans back. He takes a zip of his beer. Maybe he'll finsih this one.
"Maybe....Just maybe we could start a debate here in the UWL. Much like the Troy Vincent is TOO GOOD, Great, Awesome, f*cking Spectalor to lower himself to be a lowly TV Champion........we could debate whether a former ESW World champion.....or was it a 2 time champion worthly enough to be a UWL TV Champion? I mean he would have to lower himself to the lower class. Ah maybe I said too much already."
Joe takes another drink.
"Ah lighten up Aphonic. I was just kidding. Joking around. I mean nothing by it. Maybe."
Joe shrugs.
"Maybe it was just the beer talking but this match has got me flustered. They wouldn't make the Grey face each other in a match so why do I face a fellow Frontline member? Things that make you go uhmmmmm."
Joe yawns and you can see he is starting to get sleeply. He's been up for like 24 hours by now.
"So this is our big rematch Hart. It's time for round three!"
Holds up 3 fingers.
"The first 2 times, nothing but respect for you Hart. I mean that from the bottom of my heart. There was a part of me that was glad to see you win the TV title. I wasn't mad that I lost in that match in Toyko. Our first match up, I just chalked that up to it could have gone either way. But this time. Yeah this time. If I walkout of that place with out a win......I don't know if I will be able to remain cool and calm. And if by some freak chance Aphonic wins....well I just might have to find a pistol because I will not be able to live with myself. This just might be another title defense for you Hart but for me.....this is more than just a match. It feels like if I don't win this week.....I won't get another shot in the UWL. I've never been in this spot before where It feels like I'm fighting for my job. I've got to win this week to keep what little respect I have around here. I've worked to damn hard in my career for this....."
Joe sets his beer down and leans forward.
"I've got to change things around here. I have to change my standing in the UWL. I don't like how things have shaken out so far for me around here. I hold my future in the UWL in my hands and right now Hart, you are standing in my way. I've never failed anywhere I've gone. Never. It's not going to happen here either."
Joe leans back and picks up his beer. He holds it up just as the sun is starting to poke it's head. He then pours the beer out and toss the can over his shoulder. Joe stands up and starts to make his way home to sober up as the scene fades to black.
Double J makes his way towards the back right after his match. Ignoring what is going on in the ring Joe pushes through the curtain and Nanook is right behind him.
Nanook "Joe! Joe!"
JJ "Not now!"
Nanook "Come on it wasn't that bad!"
JJ "Yeah okay."
Nanook "Listen we can come back from this!"
Double J doesn't say a thing just contuines making his way towards the locker rooms so he can get dressed and leave but Nanook is right smack behind him. Joe is a tad upset over the outcome of his match. He knows he could have beaten Troy Vincent. He's faced guys better than him in the past and beat them. He just doesn't understand what he is lacking ever since he walked into the UWL. And Nanook isn't helping him either.
Nanook "Troy Vincent.....Listen Troy just got lucky joey, this is nothing."
They reach the locker room and Joe kicks the door open and makes his way inside. Sitting on a bench in front of his locker is his gymbag. Joe unzips his bag and pulls out a towell and wipes off his face of sweat. Nanook waddles in behind him.
Nanook "Just forget about Troy Joe..."
JJ "You know Kim. I asked just one thing from you."
Nanook "What?"
JJ "ONE f*cking THING! I asked you to leave Cocheese alone. I told you to let Frankie go. Stop obsessing over him and what did you do?"
Nanook "Listen I tried to teach that gang banger a lesson!"
Nanook Points his finger at Joe. Joe tosses his towell on the floor.
JJ "And how did that go Nanook? Just how did that go?"
Nanook "Look if it wasn't for that stripper I would have won that match!"
JJ "Yeah blame the Stripper."
Nanook "I HAD HIM BEAT!"
JJ "Sure you did. You were a heart beat away from being the next great UWL Heritage Champion."
Joe shoves his bag off on to the floor and sits down. He rubs his head.
JJ "The great Nanook who has won maybe...maybe 10 matches in his whole life was going to walk into a club and take out Cocheese who, beat you without any prep at all."
Nanook "HE HAD HELP!"
JJ "Help? Man that wipping from a pink lacy bra was brutal. Was that what you called help? A chick letting the ref feel her up is help?"
Nanook "Yeah it was! He wasn't going to kick out!"
JJ "Whatever. I'm done talking about it. You can tell yourself what ever you want. I've got more important things to deal with. In fact why don't you go and wait for Cocheese at the 711 and when he's buying a slushing you get him from behind and see if you can take the Heritage title form him."
Nanook "Really? You know for a fact that he's going to be at the 711 just down the street?"
Joe shakes his head in disabelief.
Nanook "Cuz I can get a ref and.......wait are you messing with me?"
Joe motions with his hands "duh"
Nanook "Okay. Well thanks. I was just trying to help you but I see. Fine. Oh by the way you have a TV title match next week against Aphonic."
JJ "What?"
Nanook "You, Aphonic and Hart for the TV title. What didn't you understand?"
JJ "Why in the F*** would I have a match with someone from the Frontline? Have I been kicked out of the Frontline and they didn't tell me?"
Nanook "I don't think so."
JJ "So I'm getting a pitty title shot? Great!'
Nanook "Wait! You're not happy about this?"
JJ "Why the F*** should I? The first title shot I got was after I lost.....now my second title shot I get is after I lost and I get to face one of my stable mates on top of that. Awesome, just f*cking AWESOME!"
Nanook "You have been talking about wanting to face Hart ever since he won the title. HEll Hart said he would love to face you again and now you get the chance and you're pissed?"
JJ "YEAH I'M f*cking PISSED! THE UWL JUST GAVE ME A PITTY SHOT!!! It's like they are saying, You seem like a nice guy, you give it your all out there and even though you can't win, here's a title match none the less. Good luck Champ! F*** that! I don't need their sympathy"
Nanook "I don't think it's a sympathy match."
JJ "The F*** it isn't."
Nanook "No it isn't! You two put on two hell of a matches and...."
Joe bolts from his seat charges over towards Nanook, grabs him by the throat and backs Nanook up against the wall. His eyes have a look that could kill in them right now.
JJ "THEIR f*cking LAUGHING AT ME YOU FAT SACK OF SHIT!!! OPEN YOUR EYES AND TAKE A LOOK AROUND AT WHAT THE F*** IS GOING ON AROUND HERE!!!!! I'M f*cking AMOUNTING TO JACK SHIT AROUND HERE NANOOK!!! I'M NOT DOING A GOD DAMN THING!!!! THEIR SPITTING IN MY FACE AND I'M JUST TAKING IT!!! I'M SICK AND TIRED OF THIS BULLSHIT!!!! JUST SICK AND TIRED OF IT!!! F***!!!!"
Joe glares at Nanook and tightens his grip on Nanook's throat before letting go of him and stroming out of the lockerroom leaving Nanook bent over coughing trying to catch his breath............
It's around 4 in the morning on Sunday after the TV Tapings. Upset about the out come and his up coming match Double J ventured into Downtown Knoxville by the collage and hit some of the bars still in his wrestling gear. The kids from Tenn state just didn't seem to mind. All they knew is we get to party with a "star" wrestler. It was one hell of a night doing shots, buying drinks, getting hammered and drinking away any worries he had. At the one bar he was at when they called for last call his bar tap was $1200. Thank god he already paid his taxes.
Joe ended up at the 711 and luckly neither Nanook or Frankie Cocheese was there. The bar called it a night but Double J wasn't done. He picked up a six pack and a over priced Volunteers hoodie and headed for a nice play to call home, drink his beers and maybe watch the sun come up. He ended finding a park on campus where he parked his ass on a bench under a oak tree facing the east waiting for the sun to come up. Resting next to him on the bench is his 6 pack of Bud. One can has already been emptied and he cracks open a new can.
"I'm not going to sit here....and say that you Troy Vincent got lucky. Nah! You beat me. Fair and square. Hey! I just wasn't good enough tonight. Idon'tknow (slight slurring there) what to say."
Double J shrugs.
"I'm working hard. I'm eating right. I'm working out twice a day. I'm training harder than ever. I'm not a jumping around flying from the top rope kind of guy. I get you on the ground, wear you down and hit a couple of power moves and bring you back down to themat kind of guy. That's my style. That's how my old man.....that's how he rolled and that's my game. That's....that's how I roll. And it's worked....till now. I don't.....Man I don't get it. I know I can beat guys like Troy. He's nothing special. I'm not scared of him. I didn't see this unbeatable former World champion when I got in that ring tonight. I saw a guy that I know I match up well against him. I'm just as talanted as him. I'm just as strong as him. I'm everything that Troy Vincent is. I'm everything that Caleb Hart is. I can defeat these guys. But....what the F*** you know?"
Joe takes a sip of his beer.
"Shit doesn't go my way. The ball doesn't bounce my way and I don't know why! That is something....something that just pisses me off! I'm f*cking upset at myself! f*cking pissed that I lost that god damn MATCH!"
Joe chugs his beer and tosses the can away.
"And so this week I get the pitty from the UWL powers that be. I get to face Caleb Hart.......the one who everyone is picking to be the next choosen one. I'm surprised they haven't erected a staute of this guy out side of the UWL arena right next to the Troy Vincent one. And like every UWL booking, I don't get to face Caleb Hart alone like we did....i don't know a month ago. Nooooooooo! I get to face someone who I thought was my team mate. I get to face Aphonic. I get the joys of talking to Feedback this week! OH yippie skippy!!!! This just doesn't piss me off, It's GD annoying."
Joe reaches for another beer. He wrestles one free from the plastic thing that holds them all together.
"You know I've been fighting the fight against the Grey. I've been helping out Angelo....hell I'm going to be a Lumberjack for his match against Cocheese and what does the UWL do....does.....whatever. They book me against one of the guys who I guess is my teammate. Hell am I even in the Frontline? I don't know. This is starting to be the ESW all over again. No one tells me a god damn thing!"
Double J pauses and pops the top on his beer.
"Speaking of the ESW....Aphonic. How about this week we lose the act. Tell Feedback, Humpback, Jackoff to take a week off. I know your dumb ass can talk and talk....and talk.....and talk......and talk. You know Aphonic, I was happy when you lifted your mask a few weeks ago and showed us who you were and you were doing this I'm not talking route. It was hard keeping the huge smile I had hidden from everyone. The thought of you not saying anything....priceless. But man, I don't know, I would rather listen to you flap your gums over this Feedback guy. But don't worry Aphonic....."
Joe leans over towards the camera.
"Your secert is safe with me."
Joe smirks as he leans back. He takes a zip of his beer. Maybe he'll finsih this one.
"Maybe....Just maybe we could start a debate here in the UWL. Much like the Troy Vincent is TOO GOOD, Great, Awesome, f*cking Spectalor to lower himself to be a lowly TV Champion........we could debate whether a former ESW World champion.....or was it a 2 time champion worthly enough to be a UWL TV Champion? I mean he would have to lower himself to the lower class. Ah maybe I said too much already."
Joe takes another drink.
"Ah lighten up Aphonic. I was just kidding. Joking around. I mean nothing by it. Maybe."
Joe shrugs.
"Maybe it was just the beer talking but this match has got me flustered. They wouldn't make the Grey face each other in a match so why do I face a fellow Frontline member? Things that make you go uhmmmmm."
Joe yawns and you can see he is starting to get sleeply. He's been up for like 24 hours by now.
"So this is our big rematch Hart. It's time for round three!"
Holds up 3 fingers.
"The first 2 times, nothing but respect for you Hart. I mean that from the bottom of my heart. There was a part of me that was glad to see you win the TV title. I wasn't mad that I lost in that match in Toyko. Our first match up, I just chalked that up to it could have gone either way. But this time. Yeah this time. If I walkout of that place with out a win......I don't know if I will be able to remain cool and calm. And if by some freak chance Aphonic wins....well I just might have to find a pistol because I will not be able to live with myself. This just might be another title defense for you Hart but for me.....this is more than just a match. It feels like if I don't win this week.....I won't get another shot in the UWL. I've never been in this spot before where It feels like I'm fighting for my job. I've got to win this week to keep what little respect I have around here. I've worked to damn hard in my career for this....."
Joe sets his beer down and leans forward.
"I've got to change things around here. I have to change my standing in the UWL. I don't like how things have shaken out so far for me around here. I hold my future in the UWL in my hands and right now Hart, you are standing in my way. I've never failed anywhere I've gone. Never. It's not going to happen here either."
Joe leans back and picks up his beer. He holds it up just as the sun is starting to poke it's head. He then pours the beer out and toss the can over his shoulder. Joe stands up and starts to make his way home to sober up as the scene fades to black.