Post by Steve Sinclair on Feb 9, 2014 14:34:49 GMT
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Nanook has been sending texts to Joe's phone every 5 minutes for the last 3 days and at this point Joe finds it funny. Everytime that phones vibrates Joe chuckles because he knows Nanook is going ape shit some where in Tennessee stomping around going "Has any one seen Joe? Anyone?" Joe is surprised that Nanook hasn't called the cops and filed a missing persons report. As fun as that is, Joe knows he has maybe one more day at home than he has to get going to make it to the windy city. But before he jets off he makes his way upstairs in his condo with his Go Pro camera in hand.
"So today I wanted to take a look at some stuff. A little trip down memory lane."
Up the stairs we go, to the left and push past a door into a "guest" bedroom that is more of a catch all than anything else. The far wall of the room is lined with boxes from corner to corner around 4 feet high. Under the windows are some old framed PPV posters and some pictures that he had blown up ages ago. He had a thought of setting up a office slash memorabillia room but as you can see, it has yet to happen.
"So this is where I keep all of my stuff....my wrestling stuff. uhmmmm yeah so I have kept a bunch of crap as you can see."
Joe slowly scans the room. In the closet that is open, hanging along the top are shirts, lots of shirts and a couple of Ric Flair inspired robes he used to wear. Lined up along the bottom are several of his old wrestling boots. Joe makes his way over to the closet and starts to thumb through the shirts.
"I have a habbit of picking up a shirt where ever I was at. I even have some oldies in here.....let me see....."
Joe sets the camera down on a stack of boxes next to the closet. He shoves the shirts all the way to one end of the rod and is looking for a couple fo shirts to show off.
"Now I never competed....." Finds the shirt he was after and takes it off the rod. "But I did hang out in the back of a many Monday Night Mayhem shows. Yeah how many of these do you think are out there?"
Joe holds up a RWF shirt. Redemption Wrestling Federation from way back in the day. Pre career for him but his Dad worked there.
"Lots of good memories during this time. Had a lot of fun there. In fact....where did it go?"
Joe hangs the RWF shirt up and starts thumbing through them again and finds the shirt he was looking for.
"This might make you smile Aphonic. I know there weren't a lot of these but when he won the....RWF TV title if my memory serves correctly the merch line pumped out a hand full of these and I got one."
Joe holds up a Wildcard t-shirt.
"He was a pretty cool guy. Why you're such a asshole I'll never know. Remember these two guys? Both former RWF World champions."
Joe holds up a Sigma shirt and a Simon shirt. He puts them back in the cloest and digs through the other shirts.
"I have others....a XWA shirt, Japhy Ryder, Jack Slater. A BLPW one. ESW of course.....I have no idea what I'm going to do with all of these. Some of them don't fit anymore but yeah. Hey look Wilburman...."
Joe smirks as he holds up the Wilburman one.
"My cousin would freak the F*** out if he knew I had this."
He stuffs the Wilburman shirt back in the cloest and picks up the camera.
"There was a couple of things I wanted to dig out. uhmmmmm I think they are over here."
He walks over to the wall of boxes just a few feet away. The room isn't very big. He sets the camera down and is checking out a couple of the boxes, tipping them on edge, peeking inside.
"Ah....here go."
Of course it had to be the box on the bottom of the pile. He takes the boxes on top of them and sets them off to the side. He slides out the box and gets down on his knees and pulls the tape off the top of the box.
"In here should be......yup! Good."
After he opens the box he pulls out a couple of towels that seem to be used to wrap something up.
"In here is every title I have held. Now some of these are replica's. Every three months or so when the ESW does hold a show they do need the real titles so these TV and Survivor championships...."
Joe unwraps them and holds them up before laying them on the floor.
"aren't the real deal. Neither is this."
Joe unwraps the next title. It's the BLPW World title and he was lucky enough to hold it twice.
"When the BLPW folded...man I tried to get my hands on the real one. I wanted that thing in the worst way. But Tom wasn't letting it go besides, he said I already had one of the real championship belts and I wasn't giving it up either."
Joe sets the World title down and the last one in the box is one half of the BLPW Tag Team titles. He unwraps it and holds it up with a smile on his face.
"This is the real deal. No replica here. As far as I know Shawn Sanders still has the other one and what is pretty awesome about this title right here is when the BLPW closed, Sanders and I were...well are the current tag team champions! I have the REAL title so I can say that I am the current title holder and my reign as the BLPW Tag Team Champion is now...."
Joe has to think for a second or two and try to do some math in his head.
"getting real close to 2000 days. We won them in late 2007. Right before I won the World title. I guess you could say that my World title reign is almost hitting 2000 days as well. You see before there was a Angelo Valour holding the UWL World and Tag Team titles there was me. BLPW Tag Team and World champion."
Joe looks at the tag strap for a few seconds, he runs his hand over the face of it.
"Man I really wanted to keep the world title. But!"
Holds the tag strap up for the camera.
"I do have this one. For some reason though I never got a replica of the US title. Huh!"
Joe wraps the tag strap up and lays it on the floor next to the other ones. He gets up and steps over to the posters and pictures. He starts to thumb through them looking for one picture in particular.
"There is just one last thing I want to share with you before I have to start getting ready to go. I can't add another title to the stable if I no show....and right here it is."
Joe pulls out a big photo of him in a unbuttoned white shirt tights and his dickie sippie cup in one hand. (A custom made water bottle in the shape of a penis) His arm is around his friend and tag team partner Heath Newton and by his side is his sister and fiancee. (Both of which is the same person.) In the upper corner Heath signed the picture and it reads "To the best friend a guy could ever have. You never know maybe in another life we could have been more than just friends. Heath."
"There isn't a day that goes by that I'm not thinking this guy. We had so much fun just f*cking with people. I don't think everyone in the BLPW really understood what we were doing back then but
Joe sets the picture back in the pile with everything else. He looks at it for a few seconds and then turns his attention back to the camera.
"Well I have a bunch of other stuff in here as well. I would like to open up all of these boxes and see what's in them because frankly....I don't know what's in them."
Joe smiles showing off his dimples.
"Maybe some day I will get to them but I'm out of time. Huh I have to get packed and get my ass to the airport so I can get to the Windy city. I know this week hasn't gone like one would hope going into a title shot but hey, odds are I will lose another match down the road and then I will get another title match....."
Joe smirks.
"But this week has been productive. I know on the outside it looks like I just went away to drown in my little nightmare of hell but it was good. For me it was good. It was.....like defragging my laptop. Tomorrow I will share my thought on my match but listen....I've got to go. I'm running late. Also I've been four days sober so...that's good."
Joe switches off the camera........
Today's flight is brought to you by Jet Blue. Jet Blue the unoffical airlines of the UWL. Catch me if you can, Jet Blue. Double J made it to the airport, had to pay extra for a ticket at the last second but he is finally on his way towads Chicago. Once up in the air he pulls out his phone and just deletes all of the messages from Nanook with out reading and listening to them. Joe decides that it's time to let his long time friend, a friend ship forged in the RWF and the IWA know that he is okay.
Joe taps on the screen to dial Nanook's phone. It rings once....
It rings twice....
"JOE! WHERE THE F*** ARE YOU?" Nanook blurts out, not even a hello.
JJ "I'm fine Nanook thanks for asking. I just went home for something."
Nanook "Why the hell didn't you call me and tell me? A simple text message would have been nice. Do you know I'm standing out side the police station! I was about to file a missing person report!"
Joe smirks. He knew Nanook would do that. "Sorry. I just had something I had to do."
Nanook "Well are you done doing what ever it is that you had to do?"
JJ "Oh yeah."
Nanook "Well you need to get back here because we have to catch a flight to Chicago..."
JJ "I'm already there. I'll be touching down in a hour."
Nanook "WHAT? Listen I'll be there as soon as I can!"
JJ "Nanook....."
Nanook "If I have to pop for a private jet I will but you wait for me! I will be right there! I can't believe this..."
JJ "Nanook...."
Nanook just rattles on and on "You get a second shot at the TV title and you blow me off and all of your training......"
JJ "KIM!"
Nanook "You should hear all the crap Hart has been saying! You know he's pretty much discreditted you from even making a impact on this match."
JJ "KIM!"
Nanook "What?"
JJ "I was thinking. Why don't you just sit this one out this week."
Nanook "What?"
JJ "Just stay there. I've got this. Take a week off, take Summer out for a nice dinner or something."
Nanook "Are you serious?"
JJ "Yup. I've got this."
Nanook "Are you sure? I don't think this is a good idea Joey."
JJ "I'm sure. It'll be okay. I'll see you after the show. I promise."
Nanook "Well if that is what you want then I guess I will be here but I still don't think it's a good idea."
JJ "We'll see. I'll be okay."
Nanook "Okay then. I guess.....i guess I'll talk to you later then."
JJ "Yeah."
Nanook "bye."
You can hear the disappionment in Nanook's voice. If there was a camera there I bet we would see Nanook shedding a tear or two. Joe ends the call and puts his phone away. He knows he'll pay for that later but right now it's all about what he needs to do for himself and if that meant telling his manager to stay away, then that is what he needed to do.....
At this very moment Double J is standing at 1060 West Addison street and it is brought to you by Wrigley Gum, makers of 5 Gum. Stimulate your senses with 5 gum.
1060 West Addison street just is where you can find Wrigley Field, home of the Chicago Cubs! One of the last old time ball parks in baseball and is about to undergo a 40 million dollar face lift. It's thursday so there isn't a day game and there isn't a lot of activity going on in front of Wrigley Field. Double J is sporting a nice new pair of Wrangler jeans, a Cubs shirt and some shades.
"This week the UWL is holding it's big show! Some might call this a pay per view and I know for a fact that one of my opponents have indeed called this a pay per view, but as you know the UWL doesn't have pay per views. This is just a big super show that will end up on cable late at night on Saturday night back in Tennessee. I bring this up because it just shows that some people around here just aren't paying attention. We're in Chicago for the big show! Home of the deep dish pizzia and Da Bear. A hockey team that is busting their asses as we speak trying thier darnest to sedn home the Redwings from the playoffs. Home of a once proud and championship winning Bulls, a team these days that has talent to make the playoffs but without it's star point gaurd is just a good to average team. And Chicago is home to two storied baseball teams. The White Sox and this team. Those loveable losers, the Cubs. A team that hasn't won a Championship since 1908. A team that hasn't even been to the World Series since 1945. From 1946 to 1984 this team didn't even make the playoffs! In fact this is a team that has lost 7 World Series apperance since last winning in 1908, all of those World Series losses coming from 1909 to 1945. This is a team that is on one hell of a dry spell! And yet!"
Joe holds his arms out like Vanna White on Wheel of Fortune up towards the Wrigley Field sign above the main gate.
"This is one of the more profitable, one of the highest drawing teams in baseball today. This is a team that hasn't won a single damn thing in 104 years was sold 2-3 years ago for almost a billion dollars! A decade ago the Kansas City Royals, a team that has about the same horrid post season record as the cubs sold for 50 million I think. How can this be? Well while Kauffman Stadium is a beautiful stadium and ownership in KC has spent some money on the place the last couple years, it's still not Wrigley Field. And the Royals don't have a fanbase that is in love with their team no matter what they do. They don't stop believing in their cubs no matter what! To them this is the year the Cubbies will make a World Series run! They don't stop believing in their team. And I'm glad this week the UWL is here in Chicago for Windy City Navigation III because it's that belief that everyone will once again be a winner and can over come the odds and be crowned a Champion even though your track record isn't that good."
Joe hooks his thumbs in his front pockets.
"And let's face it. My track record here in the UWL....isn't that good. (sounding like David Spade from Rules of Engagement which was just canceled. Sad face) The lost to Troy Vincent last week...man it hurt. I really wanted that win. I was mad, mad at myself and I did something that I shouldn't have. Went on a drinking binge. Then when I got the news that I'm going to face Caleb Hart for the UWL TV title....oh man did that sting. I thought it was the UWL just rubbing it in my face. I may have said somethings (again sounding like David Spade) that i shouldn't have said about the UWL. Truth is I lost focus of the big picture. I saw the match as Hart defending the TV title against me, and Aphonic. I only saw that the UWL has pinned me up against my stablemate and that they were just trying to pit us against each other and break up the Frontline. To me, it was just the UWL hitting me with another low blow and making sure I couldn't win this match no matter what."
Joe leans towards the camera
"And let's be honest, after last week's loss you didn't have to do much at all to throw me off my game."
Joe steps back putting his hands behind his back.
"I was lost in the forest. I couldn't see but a few feet in front of me. I was consumed by losing another match. Lost on me was the UWL pitting Hart up against the Frontline. Lost on me was the UWL telling Hart. Son if you think you can run with the big dogs, IE Angelo Valour, here let's see what you can do against 2 of his buddies. Last weekend I couldn't tell you where it all went wrong. I was in a down ward spiral going out of control and I was dumbfounded on how I got here. But it was Aphonic...."
Joe places his index fingers on his temples.
"...who verbally bitched slapped me. As long as you keep hiding who you are behind that skirt of doubt and disbelief. Joe you keep losing because you have lost your pride. MInd blown right?"
Joe motions with his hand like his mind was blown.
"So I took a couple of days off. I had to clean out the clutter. I had to put everything in perspective and reflect on just what the F*** has been going on around here and that's when everything finally came into foucus. I grounded myself. The headache stopped. That downward spiral....that feeling of tumbling out of control. It went away. You see Hart I figured it out. I know where I went wrong, I know when I got derailed. It was after our last match in Toyoko. It was that six man tag match against the Grey. It was that match that scrambled my drive. It divided my focus. I went from I want to beat Hart. I want to make you Hart taste what defeats tastes like to I must destroy the Grey! I'm trying to rid the UWL and the locker room of the Grey and I was keeping a eye on you and how I was going to take that TV title from you! As awesome as I am, I can't do both. You can't go to war with a group like the Grey and go to school to be a doctor at the same time. Each one of those going ons takes your full attention. Your whole being has to be dedicated to taking on the Grey!"
Double J leans in towards the camera.
"F*** the Grey. That's Valour war, not mine."
Double J takes a step back putting his hands back in his pockets.
"My war is the war against you Hart. My war is the war that you think that I can't beat you. You think you are some superiour talent that has me figured out, that you can roll out of bed on any given day and just beat me like it's not big deal. A walk in the park. There has never been anyone....anywhere.....at any given time in my career that I haven't beaten! That shit hasn't ever happened and it's not starting now! You're not better than me. You're not strong than me. You're definitely not more talented than me. Want proof? Like Aphonic said. Look at what I did to one half of the Tag Team Champions. Go ahead and tell yourself I don't care about this match. Go ahead and make yourself all warm and fuzzy inside by telling everyone who will listen that I'm a non-threat in this match. All those couple of days off, those days you believe I was off in never never land not giving two shits about you and that title, was bring my focus back to where it should have been all along. I'm not distracted this week. Nanook isn't here off trying to take the Hertigae title from Cocheese. I don't care about Valour's Lumberjack match. Hell he'll be lucky if I even show up for it. The only damn thing I have going on here in Chicago is MY match! MY TV title shot! The F*** what you and everyone else say about how and why I get a shot at that TV title. I don't care what they say. This is round three Hart. The bell is about to ring and I'm going out of the corner swinging! In fact Hart maybe you need to take a look in the mirror after all because it seems to me that you look.....dare I say it."
Joe leans in towards the camera
"Distracted."
Joe eyes get wide and he makes a "oh!" I'm a surprised face.
"You won the TV title a month ago and this is your first title defense and you seen pre occiped with the UWL World Champion. You had a little match against him, lost and all you want is get your hands back on him and beat his silly little ass. You know it's funny how everyone that some how ends up in the champs good graces all seem to be consumed by or for him. I joined the UWL just looking for a pay check. Next I know I'm fighting his fight! I didn't even know what the F*** The Grey was let alone who was in it. Now look at you Hart. The UWL, they throw you a bone and give a Main Event match against the champion and you're like. The Hell with this TV title I want his...now! You haven't even defended the one you got. You're ready to throw it aside and gun for the big title. No wonder everyone around here is calling you nothing more than a paper champion. No wonder guys like Troy Vincent sees a joke like yourself treating that title as a after thought and he wants to "take a step down" and pick a fight with you for that title. The TV title might be the lowest ranking title in the UWL but it is respected. If a former UWL World Champion is pissed on how it is being treated and is willing to take it from you......You have to open your eyes at how much prestigiousness that title carries."
Double J turns to the side and looks up at the Wrigley Field marquee.
"This city is where the losers ended up. The Cubs haven't won in 104 years. It took the White Sox 84 years to win a championship a couple of years back. The Bears haven't won since 1985 and the Blackhawks went 50 years between Stanley Cup wins and the Bulls didn't win before Jordan and they haven't won since Jordan. There is something about long lossing streaks in this city but every once in a while lady luck shines on this city. This week."
Joe looks at the camera.
"Lady luck is riding with me. Head's screwed on tight and all I see is Hart and the TV title. I feel good, I look good, I mean just look at this hair! It's f*cking awesome and with a ass like this!"
Joe turns his backside towards the camera
"There is no way I can lose. No way! No way at all!"
Joe stops showing off his ass and turns back to the camera.
"Your reign as the UWL TV Champion is all over with Hart! Your nightmare is about to begin here in the Windy city and it won't be you or Aphonic that walks out with that TV title for it will be me, Double J Joe Jones! Caleb Hart! I'm coming for you! Caleb Hart! I'm taking your title and there isn't a god damn thing you can do about it! HART! ROUND THREE BELONGS TO ME!!!! I WILL OWN THIS MATCH!!!! You better......."
Double J removes his shades. Snaps them off his face. You can see the focus in his eyes. Their cool, calm, focused not a ounce of being distracted in them.
"Consider yourself warned!"
Fade to black.
Nanook has been sending texts to Joe's phone every 5 minutes for the last 3 days and at this point Joe finds it funny. Everytime that phones vibrates Joe chuckles because he knows Nanook is going ape shit some where in Tennessee stomping around going "Has any one seen Joe? Anyone?" Joe is surprised that Nanook hasn't called the cops and filed a missing persons report. As fun as that is, Joe knows he has maybe one more day at home than he has to get going to make it to the windy city. But before he jets off he makes his way upstairs in his condo with his Go Pro camera in hand.
"So today I wanted to take a look at some stuff. A little trip down memory lane."
Up the stairs we go, to the left and push past a door into a "guest" bedroom that is more of a catch all than anything else. The far wall of the room is lined with boxes from corner to corner around 4 feet high. Under the windows are some old framed PPV posters and some pictures that he had blown up ages ago. He had a thought of setting up a office slash memorabillia room but as you can see, it has yet to happen.
"So this is where I keep all of my stuff....my wrestling stuff. uhmmmm yeah so I have kept a bunch of crap as you can see."
Joe slowly scans the room. In the closet that is open, hanging along the top are shirts, lots of shirts and a couple of Ric Flair inspired robes he used to wear. Lined up along the bottom are several of his old wrestling boots. Joe makes his way over to the closet and starts to thumb through the shirts.
"I have a habbit of picking up a shirt where ever I was at. I even have some oldies in here.....let me see....."
Joe sets the camera down on a stack of boxes next to the closet. He shoves the shirts all the way to one end of the rod and is looking for a couple fo shirts to show off.
"Now I never competed....." Finds the shirt he was after and takes it off the rod. "But I did hang out in the back of a many Monday Night Mayhem shows. Yeah how many of these do you think are out there?"
Joe holds up a RWF shirt. Redemption Wrestling Federation from way back in the day. Pre career for him but his Dad worked there.
"Lots of good memories during this time. Had a lot of fun there. In fact....where did it go?"
Joe hangs the RWF shirt up and starts thumbing through them again and finds the shirt he was looking for.
"This might make you smile Aphonic. I know there weren't a lot of these but when he won the....RWF TV title if my memory serves correctly the merch line pumped out a hand full of these and I got one."
Joe holds up a Wildcard t-shirt.
"He was a pretty cool guy. Why you're such a asshole I'll never know. Remember these two guys? Both former RWF World champions."
Joe holds up a Sigma shirt and a Simon shirt. He puts them back in the cloest and digs through the other shirts.
"I have others....a XWA shirt, Japhy Ryder, Jack Slater. A BLPW one. ESW of course.....I have no idea what I'm going to do with all of these. Some of them don't fit anymore but yeah. Hey look Wilburman...."
Joe smirks as he holds up the Wilburman one.
"My cousin would freak the F*** out if he knew I had this."
He stuffs the Wilburman shirt back in the cloest and picks up the camera.
"There was a couple of things I wanted to dig out. uhmmmmm I think they are over here."
He walks over to the wall of boxes just a few feet away. The room isn't very big. He sets the camera down and is checking out a couple of the boxes, tipping them on edge, peeking inside.
"Ah....here go."
Of course it had to be the box on the bottom of the pile. He takes the boxes on top of them and sets them off to the side. He slides out the box and gets down on his knees and pulls the tape off the top of the box.
"In here should be......yup! Good."
After he opens the box he pulls out a couple of towels that seem to be used to wrap something up.
"In here is every title I have held. Now some of these are replica's. Every three months or so when the ESW does hold a show they do need the real titles so these TV and Survivor championships...."
Joe unwraps them and holds them up before laying them on the floor.
"aren't the real deal. Neither is this."
Joe unwraps the next title. It's the BLPW World title and he was lucky enough to hold it twice.
"When the BLPW folded...man I tried to get my hands on the real one. I wanted that thing in the worst way. But Tom wasn't letting it go besides, he said I already had one of the real championship belts and I wasn't giving it up either."
Joe sets the World title down and the last one in the box is one half of the BLPW Tag Team titles. He unwraps it and holds it up with a smile on his face.
"This is the real deal. No replica here. As far as I know Shawn Sanders still has the other one and what is pretty awesome about this title right here is when the BLPW closed, Sanders and I were...well are the current tag team champions! I have the REAL title so I can say that I am the current title holder and my reign as the BLPW Tag Team Champion is now...."
Joe has to think for a second or two and try to do some math in his head.
"getting real close to 2000 days. We won them in late 2007. Right before I won the World title. I guess you could say that my World title reign is almost hitting 2000 days as well. You see before there was a Angelo Valour holding the UWL World and Tag Team titles there was me. BLPW Tag Team and World champion."
Joe looks at the tag strap for a few seconds, he runs his hand over the face of it.
"Man I really wanted to keep the world title. But!"
Holds the tag strap up for the camera.
"I do have this one. For some reason though I never got a replica of the US title. Huh!"
Joe wraps the tag strap up and lays it on the floor next to the other ones. He gets up and steps over to the posters and pictures. He starts to thumb through them looking for one picture in particular.
"There is just one last thing I want to share with you before I have to start getting ready to go. I can't add another title to the stable if I no show....and right here it is."
Joe pulls out a big photo of him in a unbuttoned white shirt tights and his dickie sippie cup in one hand. (A custom made water bottle in the shape of a penis) His arm is around his friend and tag team partner Heath Newton and by his side is his sister and fiancee. (Both of which is the same person.) In the upper corner Heath signed the picture and it reads "To the best friend a guy could ever have. You never know maybe in another life we could have been more than just friends. Heath."
"There isn't a day that goes by that I'm not thinking this guy. We had so much fun just f*cking with people. I don't think everyone in the BLPW really understood what we were doing back then but
Joe sets the picture back in the pile with everything else. He looks at it for a few seconds and then turns his attention back to the camera.
"Well I have a bunch of other stuff in here as well. I would like to open up all of these boxes and see what's in them because frankly....I don't know what's in them."
Joe smiles showing off his dimples.
"Maybe some day I will get to them but I'm out of time. Huh I have to get packed and get my ass to the airport so I can get to the Windy city. I know this week hasn't gone like one would hope going into a title shot but hey, odds are I will lose another match down the road and then I will get another title match....."
Joe smirks.
"But this week has been productive. I know on the outside it looks like I just went away to drown in my little nightmare of hell but it was good. For me it was good. It was.....like defragging my laptop. Tomorrow I will share my thought on my match but listen....I've got to go. I'm running late. Also I've been four days sober so...that's good."
Joe switches off the camera........
Today's flight is brought to you by Jet Blue. Jet Blue the unoffical airlines of the UWL. Catch me if you can, Jet Blue. Double J made it to the airport, had to pay extra for a ticket at the last second but he is finally on his way towads Chicago. Once up in the air he pulls out his phone and just deletes all of the messages from Nanook with out reading and listening to them. Joe decides that it's time to let his long time friend, a friend ship forged in the RWF and the IWA know that he is okay.
Joe taps on the screen to dial Nanook's phone. It rings once....
It rings twice....
"JOE! WHERE THE F*** ARE YOU?" Nanook blurts out, not even a hello.
JJ "I'm fine Nanook thanks for asking. I just went home for something."
Nanook "Why the hell didn't you call me and tell me? A simple text message would have been nice. Do you know I'm standing out side the police station! I was about to file a missing person report!"
Joe smirks. He knew Nanook would do that. "Sorry. I just had something I had to do."
Nanook "Well are you done doing what ever it is that you had to do?"
JJ "Oh yeah."
Nanook "Well you need to get back here because we have to catch a flight to Chicago..."
JJ "I'm already there. I'll be touching down in a hour."
Nanook "WHAT? Listen I'll be there as soon as I can!"
JJ "Nanook....."
Nanook "If I have to pop for a private jet I will but you wait for me! I will be right there! I can't believe this..."
JJ "Nanook...."
Nanook just rattles on and on "You get a second shot at the TV title and you blow me off and all of your training......"
JJ "KIM!"
Nanook "You should hear all the crap Hart has been saying! You know he's pretty much discreditted you from even making a impact on this match."
JJ "KIM!"
Nanook "What?"
JJ "I was thinking. Why don't you just sit this one out this week."
Nanook "What?"
JJ "Just stay there. I've got this. Take a week off, take Summer out for a nice dinner or something."
Nanook "Are you serious?"
JJ "Yup. I've got this."
Nanook "Are you sure? I don't think this is a good idea Joey."
JJ "I'm sure. It'll be okay. I'll see you after the show. I promise."
Nanook "Well if that is what you want then I guess I will be here but I still don't think it's a good idea."
JJ "We'll see. I'll be okay."
Nanook "Okay then. I guess.....i guess I'll talk to you later then."
JJ "Yeah."
Nanook "bye."
You can hear the disappionment in Nanook's voice. If there was a camera there I bet we would see Nanook shedding a tear or two. Joe ends the call and puts his phone away. He knows he'll pay for that later but right now it's all about what he needs to do for himself and if that meant telling his manager to stay away, then that is what he needed to do.....
At this very moment Double J is standing at 1060 West Addison street and it is brought to you by Wrigley Gum, makers of 5 Gum. Stimulate your senses with 5 gum.
1060 West Addison street just is where you can find Wrigley Field, home of the Chicago Cubs! One of the last old time ball parks in baseball and is about to undergo a 40 million dollar face lift. It's thursday so there isn't a day game and there isn't a lot of activity going on in front of Wrigley Field. Double J is sporting a nice new pair of Wrangler jeans, a Cubs shirt and some shades.
"This week the UWL is holding it's big show! Some might call this a pay per view and I know for a fact that one of my opponents have indeed called this a pay per view, but as you know the UWL doesn't have pay per views. This is just a big super show that will end up on cable late at night on Saturday night back in Tennessee. I bring this up because it just shows that some people around here just aren't paying attention. We're in Chicago for the big show! Home of the deep dish pizzia and Da Bear. A hockey team that is busting their asses as we speak trying thier darnest to sedn home the Redwings from the playoffs. Home of a once proud and championship winning Bulls, a team these days that has talent to make the playoffs but without it's star point gaurd is just a good to average team. And Chicago is home to two storied baseball teams. The White Sox and this team. Those loveable losers, the Cubs. A team that hasn't won a Championship since 1908. A team that hasn't even been to the World Series since 1945. From 1946 to 1984 this team didn't even make the playoffs! In fact this is a team that has lost 7 World Series apperance since last winning in 1908, all of those World Series losses coming from 1909 to 1945. This is a team that is on one hell of a dry spell! And yet!"
Joe holds his arms out like Vanna White on Wheel of Fortune up towards the Wrigley Field sign above the main gate.
"This is one of the more profitable, one of the highest drawing teams in baseball today. This is a team that hasn't won a single damn thing in 104 years was sold 2-3 years ago for almost a billion dollars! A decade ago the Kansas City Royals, a team that has about the same horrid post season record as the cubs sold for 50 million I think. How can this be? Well while Kauffman Stadium is a beautiful stadium and ownership in KC has spent some money on the place the last couple years, it's still not Wrigley Field. And the Royals don't have a fanbase that is in love with their team no matter what they do. They don't stop believing in their cubs no matter what! To them this is the year the Cubbies will make a World Series run! They don't stop believing in their team. And I'm glad this week the UWL is here in Chicago for Windy City Navigation III because it's that belief that everyone will once again be a winner and can over come the odds and be crowned a Champion even though your track record isn't that good."
Joe hooks his thumbs in his front pockets.
"And let's face it. My track record here in the UWL....isn't that good. (sounding like David Spade from Rules of Engagement which was just canceled. Sad face) The lost to Troy Vincent last week...man it hurt. I really wanted that win. I was mad, mad at myself and I did something that I shouldn't have. Went on a drinking binge. Then when I got the news that I'm going to face Caleb Hart for the UWL TV title....oh man did that sting. I thought it was the UWL just rubbing it in my face. I may have said somethings (again sounding like David Spade) that i shouldn't have said about the UWL. Truth is I lost focus of the big picture. I saw the match as Hart defending the TV title against me, and Aphonic. I only saw that the UWL has pinned me up against my stablemate and that they were just trying to pit us against each other and break up the Frontline. To me, it was just the UWL hitting me with another low blow and making sure I couldn't win this match no matter what."
Joe leans towards the camera
"And let's be honest, after last week's loss you didn't have to do much at all to throw me off my game."
Joe steps back putting his hands behind his back.
"I was lost in the forest. I couldn't see but a few feet in front of me. I was consumed by losing another match. Lost on me was the UWL pitting Hart up against the Frontline. Lost on me was the UWL telling Hart. Son if you think you can run with the big dogs, IE Angelo Valour, here let's see what you can do against 2 of his buddies. Last weekend I couldn't tell you where it all went wrong. I was in a down ward spiral going out of control and I was dumbfounded on how I got here. But it was Aphonic...."
Joe places his index fingers on his temples.
"...who verbally bitched slapped me. As long as you keep hiding who you are behind that skirt of doubt and disbelief. Joe you keep losing because you have lost your pride. MInd blown right?"
Joe motions with his hand like his mind was blown.
"So I took a couple of days off. I had to clean out the clutter. I had to put everything in perspective and reflect on just what the F*** has been going on around here and that's when everything finally came into foucus. I grounded myself. The headache stopped. That downward spiral....that feeling of tumbling out of control. It went away. You see Hart I figured it out. I know where I went wrong, I know when I got derailed. It was after our last match in Toyoko. It was that six man tag match against the Grey. It was that match that scrambled my drive. It divided my focus. I went from I want to beat Hart. I want to make you Hart taste what defeats tastes like to I must destroy the Grey! I'm trying to rid the UWL and the locker room of the Grey and I was keeping a eye on you and how I was going to take that TV title from you! As awesome as I am, I can't do both. You can't go to war with a group like the Grey and go to school to be a doctor at the same time. Each one of those going ons takes your full attention. Your whole being has to be dedicated to taking on the Grey!"
Double J leans in towards the camera.
"F*** the Grey. That's Valour war, not mine."
Double J takes a step back putting his hands back in his pockets.
"My war is the war against you Hart. My war is the war that you think that I can't beat you. You think you are some superiour talent that has me figured out, that you can roll out of bed on any given day and just beat me like it's not big deal. A walk in the park. There has never been anyone....anywhere.....at any given time in my career that I haven't beaten! That shit hasn't ever happened and it's not starting now! You're not better than me. You're not strong than me. You're definitely not more talented than me. Want proof? Like Aphonic said. Look at what I did to one half of the Tag Team Champions. Go ahead and tell yourself I don't care about this match. Go ahead and make yourself all warm and fuzzy inside by telling everyone who will listen that I'm a non-threat in this match. All those couple of days off, those days you believe I was off in never never land not giving two shits about you and that title, was bring my focus back to where it should have been all along. I'm not distracted this week. Nanook isn't here off trying to take the Hertigae title from Cocheese. I don't care about Valour's Lumberjack match. Hell he'll be lucky if I even show up for it. The only damn thing I have going on here in Chicago is MY match! MY TV title shot! The F*** what you and everyone else say about how and why I get a shot at that TV title. I don't care what they say. This is round three Hart. The bell is about to ring and I'm going out of the corner swinging! In fact Hart maybe you need to take a look in the mirror after all because it seems to me that you look.....dare I say it."
Joe leans in towards the camera
"Distracted."
Joe eyes get wide and he makes a "oh!" I'm a surprised face.
"You won the TV title a month ago and this is your first title defense and you seen pre occiped with the UWL World Champion. You had a little match against him, lost and all you want is get your hands back on him and beat his silly little ass. You know it's funny how everyone that some how ends up in the champs good graces all seem to be consumed by or for him. I joined the UWL just looking for a pay check. Next I know I'm fighting his fight! I didn't even know what the F*** The Grey was let alone who was in it. Now look at you Hart. The UWL, they throw you a bone and give a Main Event match against the champion and you're like. The Hell with this TV title I want his...now! You haven't even defended the one you got. You're ready to throw it aside and gun for the big title. No wonder everyone around here is calling you nothing more than a paper champion. No wonder guys like Troy Vincent sees a joke like yourself treating that title as a after thought and he wants to "take a step down" and pick a fight with you for that title. The TV title might be the lowest ranking title in the UWL but it is respected. If a former UWL World Champion is pissed on how it is being treated and is willing to take it from you......You have to open your eyes at how much prestigiousness that title carries."
Double J turns to the side and looks up at the Wrigley Field marquee.
"This city is where the losers ended up. The Cubs haven't won in 104 years. It took the White Sox 84 years to win a championship a couple of years back. The Bears haven't won since 1985 and the Blackhawks went 50 years between Stanley Cup wins and the Bulls didn't win before Jordan and they haven't won since Jordan. There is something about long lossing streaks in this city but every once in a while lady luck shines on this city. This week."
Joe looks at the camera.
"Lady luck is riding with me. Head's screwed on tight and all I see is Hart and the TV title. I feel good, I look good, I mean just look at this hair! It's f*cking awesome and with a ass like this!"
Joe turns his backside towards the camera
"There is no way I can lose. No way! No way at all!"
Joe stops showing off his ass and turns back to the camera.
"Your reign as the UWL TV Champion is all over with Hart! Your nightmare is about to begin here in the Windy city and it won't be you or Aphonic that walks out with that TV title for it will be me, Double J Joe Jones! Caleb Hart! I'm coming for you! Caleb Hart! I'm taking your title and there isn't a god damn thing you can do about it! HART! ROUND THREE BELONGS TO ME!!!! I WILL OWN THIS MATCH!!!! You better......."
Double J removes his shades. Snaps them off his face. You can see the focus in his eyes. Their cool, calm, focused not a ounce of being distracted in them.
"Consider yourself warned!"
Fade to black.