Post by Steve Sinclair on Dec 14, 2013 18:15:59 GMT
Posted by Double J Joe Jones on 4/23/2003, 6:50 pm
The sun is out. The birds are out singing their songs of nature and it’s a pretty warm day on top of that too. So warm that Double J Joe Jones has decided to go to the park. So with his lap top under his arm, he takes off for the park.
Now he could be sitting at home, worrying how his match will go but that just creates gray hairs, Something that Joe at a prime age of 24 doesn’t want to even think about. So he’ll go to the park and relax and check his email.
Once at the park, Joe finds a nice spot under a tree. He brought along a blanket with him and he lays the blanket down on the grass and Joe sits on the blanket and props himself up against a old oak tree. He open his lap top and turns it on. After a few second he is on the information super highway at Dial up speed checking his email. Some of it is funny and he laughs as he reads and forwards it out to a half dozen people. Everything is on the up and up, all alone, not a care in the world. But all of that changes.
“Are you Double J Joe Jones?” A man asks. Joe looks at him.
Joe “Yes....and you are?”
“I’m Mike Davis from the IWA.”
Joe “Ah yes. I’ve seen you running around like a chicken with his head cut off for Goliath.”
Mike kinda smiles. He wants to laugh but isn’t sure. You know how it is when you meet someone for the first time.
Mike “Do you have a minute or two to spare? I would like to ask a few question about Terror.”
Joe nods yes. He scoots over on the blanket. Joe then pats the blanket next to him. “Come. Sit.”
Mike “Excuse me?”
Joe “Sit down! Take a load off. Rest those feet. I don’t know how else to put it Mike. Pull up some blanket and
stay a while.”
Mike “okay...” As Mike takes a seat next to Double J Joe Jones, Joe holds his hand out for a hand shake.
Joe “Nice to meet you. I’m Double J Joe Jones. The newest superstar that the IWA has signed. Before you ask me a bunch of questions about my match at Terror, I feel it is my duty to tell you a little of myself.”
Mike “Okay. I think that will be great.”
Joe “I know it will be great. Just like I am, great. See Mike. I’m not some rookie who just fell of the back of the truck. I’m not some local boy who has waited his whole lifetime to make the roster of the IWA. And on that same token, I’m not some junkie who has traveled from promotion to promotion just trying to make a quick impression and a quick buck as fast as I can before everyone discovers I suck. Which I don’t. I come from a long line of Wrestling greatness. My father wrestled, His brother wrestled and their father, my grandfather wrestled. I have 4 cousins who have graced the wrestling ring, on of which is a six time World champion. Two of my cousins teamed up and they run a small Indie federation out of New York. My other cousin ran one for a while out of Vermont. He sold that and now is a personal trainer. And my other cousin wrestles in Japan now where he is loved and very successful. So Mike I know what I am doing once I hit that ring. Make no bones about it. I can handle and take care of myself. In fact Mike. I don’t like to brag, but I have held many titles myself.”
Mike “Really?”
Joe “Yes. I don’t like to throw my accomplishments in other people’s faces, but I am a two time World champion. And I have done all of this in a year.”
Mike “Then why are you in the IWA?”
Joe “That’s a good question Mike. I’m glad you asked that question. I’ll answer that question by saying, Change is good. Change is good.”
Mike “Okay? You know that leaves a lot to be desired.”
Joe “Yeah. I know. You know what else leaves a lot to be desired?”
Mike “What’s that.”
Joe “Goliath.”
Mike “ah yes...”
Joe cuts Mike short. “Yes Goliath and what is his name?” snaps his finger till the name of Goliath’s manager comes to him. “Ah yes. The General.”
Mike “Goliath and The General did have a lot to say earlier.”
Joe “Why yes Mike.” Joe adjust himself on the blanket by moving closer to Mike and putting his arm around
Mike. “They did have a lot to say. I just wish I could figure out what they said. Look.”
Joe who saved Goliath’s promo on his lap top pulls it up. He has a few clips saved as a MP3 which he begins to play the first one.
Joe “I mean what is that retard saying here?”
The MP3 plays and it is Goliath....”Well MD I don't know where to even begin so well just respond inn the order of all that crap he said”
Joe “This guy must have a second grade education. I know he was a army boy and they tend to be on the slow side, but come on, (quoting Goliath) “I don’t know where to even begin so well....”.”
Mike smiles. “Yes I know...”
Joe “Well what? I think he meant to say was, We’ll just respond....then it doesn’t make sense after that.”
Mike “You after to understand he was upset.”
Joe “I can figure that out. He was yelling, yelling at me carrying on like a baby but still, he should have taken the time to slow down, relax and think before he speaks. And Mike what is up with this?”
Joe plays a clip of Mike saying “Well Goliath do you have any thoughts on all of that crap?”
Mike kinda laughs...a fake laugh.
Joe “Are you trying to piss me off Mike? MD, are you pushing my buttons?” Joe ask Mike and then shakes him with his arm which is around Mike.
Mike. “No...of course not.”
Joe “It doesn’t sound like that Mikey. You don’t want to make me mad. No one in the IWA wants to make me pissed. Because when I get pissed off, I can’t be held accountable for my actions. The beast in me comes out and I loose control. And we don’t want that to happen now do we?”
Mike “No of course not.”
Joe “Okay Mike. I’ll let it pass this one time. Next time though, it will cost you. But Mike, If I could. Can I respond to Goliath and Monkey General?”
Mike “Yeah I guess.”
Joe “Thank you. Mike you are a good guy. I don’t care what Crazy says about you. Goliath. First of all. There is no need to scream and yell and jump up and down and carry on like you did. We’re all professionals here, or at least I think we are. It will take more of a man than yourself to make me drop for the one, two and the three. So firstly, get that crazy idea out of your head because it is not going to happen. Secondly, get your glasses fixed. Or get some glasses. Victor and Vixen are two separate people and neither one of them cross dress.” Joe tries hard to hide a smile at this point for some reason.
Joe “And lastly Goliath. I think you should have spent more time in English class learning how to talk instead of sitting in art class sniffing glue. That’s what I think. As for The General there. He is right, you don’t have a worry in this match. The reason why you don’t have a reason in this match is because you have no change in winning this match. So if you have no shot at winning, why worry about it. That general is one smart cookie. He doesn’t look it on the outside the gears in his head are turning. We all know I, Double J Joe Jones will win this match. It’s not a question of how? It’s a question of how quickly will I win this match. And after I put you on the match, slap on the old figure four leg lock and make you scream for your mommy, I will be walking out of that ring, as the winner. This is something that can not be disputed. It’s a fact. We all know it. Double J Joe Jones will soon be the North American champion. if you were a betting man, I would bet the house on that. Because that is a bet that will pay off for you.”
Joe looks at Mike, who looks uncomfortable.
Joe “Mike, I think we are finished. Want to end it?”
Mike “Sure. You herd...”
Joe “Heard it first Mike. Not herd, as in a herd of cattle, which is my opponents remind me of, a herd of sheep being lead to the slaughter.”
Mike “Thanks. You heard it here first folks.”
Joe “Very well done Mike.”
Mike “thanks.”
And as the scene fades to black, we hear Mike saying one last thing.
Mike “Please don’t touch me.”
Joe “Oh. Sorry.”
Black to black.
The sun is out. The birds are out singing their songs of nature and it’s a pretty warm day on top of that too. So warm that Double J Joe Jones has decided to go to the park. So with his lap top under his arm, he takes off for the park.
Now he could be sitting at home, worrying how his match will go but that just creates gray hairs, Something that Joe at a prime age of 24 doesn’t want to even think about. So he’ll go to the park and relax and check his email.
Once at the park, Joe finds a nice spot under a tree. He brought along a blanket with him and he lays the blanket down on the grass and Joe sits on the blanket and props himself up against a old oak tree. He open his lap top and turns it on. After a few second he is on the information super highway at Dial up speed checking his email. Some of it is funny and he laughs as he reads and forwards it out to a half dozen people. Everything is on the up and up, all alone, not a care in the world. But all of that changes.
“Are you Double J Joe Jones?” A man asks. Joe looks at him.
Joe “Yes....and you are?”
“I’m Mike Davis from the IWA.”
Joe “Ah yes. I’ve seen you running around like a chicken with his head cut off for Goliath.”
Mike kinda smiles. He wants to laugh but isn’t sure. You know how it is when you meet someone for the first time.
Mike “Do you have a minute or two to spare? I would like to ask a few question about Terror.”
Joe nods yes. He scoots over on the blanket. Joe then pats the blanket next to him. “Come. Sit.”
Mike “Excuse me?”
Joe “Sit down! Take a load off. Rest those feet. I don’t know how else to put it Mike. Pull up some blanket and
stay a while.”
Mike “okay...” As Mike takes a seat next to Double J Joe Jones, Joe holds his hand out for a hand shake.
Joe “Nice to meet you. I’m Double J Joe Jones. The newest superstar that the IWA has signed. Before you ask me a bunch of questions about my match at Terror, I feel it is my duty to tell you a little of myself.”
Mike “Okay. I think that will be great.”
Joe “I know it will be great. Just like I am, great. See Mike. I’m not some rookie who just fell of the back of the truck. I’m not some local boy who has waited his whole lifetime to make the roster of the IWA. And on that same token, I’m not some junkie who has traveled from promotion to promotion just trying to make a quick impression and a quick buck as fast as I can before everyone discovers I suck. Which I don’t. I come from a long line of Wrestling greatness. My father wrestled, His brother wrestled and their father, my grandfather wrestled. I have 4 cousins who have graced the wrestling ring, on of which is a six time World champion. Two of my cousins teamed up and they run a small Indie federation out of New York. My other cousin ran one for a while out of Vermont. He sold that and now is a personal trainer. And my other cousin wrestles in Japan now where he is loved and very successful. So Mike I know what I am doing once I hit that ring. Make no bones about it. I can handle and take care of myself. In fact Mike. I don’t like to brag, but I have held many titles myself.”
Mike “Really?”
Joe “Yes. I don’t like to throw my accomplishments in other people’s faces, but I am a two time World champion. And I have done all of this in a year.”
Mike “Then why are you in the IWA?”
Joe “That’s a good question Mike. I’m glad you asked that question. I’ll answer that question by saying, Change is good. Change is good.”
Mike “Okay? You know that leaves a lot to be desired.”
Joe “Yeah. I know. You know what else leaves a lot to be desired?”
Mike “What’s that.”
Joe “Goliath.”
Mike “ah yes...”
Joe cuts Mike short. “Yes Goliath and what is his name?” snaps his finger till the name of Goliath’s manager comes to him. “Ah yes. The General.”
Mike “Goliath and The General did have a lot to say earlier.”
Joe “Why yes Mike.” Joe adjust himself on the blanket by moving closer to Mike and putting his arm around
Mike. “They did have a lot to say. I just wish I could figure out what they said. Look.”
Joe who saved Goliath’s promo on his lap top pulls it up. He has a few clips saved as a MP3 which he begins to play the first one.
Joe “I mean what is that retard saying here?”
The MP3 plays and it is Goliath....”Well MD I don't know where to even begin so well just respond inn the order of all that crap he said”
Joe “This guy must have a second grade education. I know he was a army boy and they tend to be on the slow side, but come on, (quoting Goliath) “I don’t know where to even begin so well....”.”
Mike smiles. “Yes I know...”
Joe “Well what? I think he meant to say was, We’ll just respond....then it doesn’t make sense after that.”
Mike “You after to understand he was upset.”
Joe “I can figure that out. He was yelling, yelling at me carrying on like a baby but still, he should have taken the time to slow down, relax and think before he speaks. And Mike what is up with this?”
Joe plays a clip of Mike saying “Well Goliath do you have any thoughts on all of that crap?”
Mike kinda laughs...a fake laugh.
Joe “Are you trying to piss me off Mike? MD, are you pushing my buttons?” Joe ask Mike and then shakes him with his arm which is around Mike.
Mike. “No...of course not.”
Joe “It doesn’t sound like that Mikey. You don’t want to make me mad. No one in the IWA wants to make me pissed. Because when I get pissed off, I can’t be held accountable for my actions. The beast in me comes out and I loose control. And we don’t want that to happen now do we?”
Mike “No of course not.”
Joe “Okay Mike. I’ll let it pass this one time. Next time though, it will cost you. But Mike, If I could. Can I respond to Goliath and Monkey General?”
Mike “Yeah I guess.”
Joe “Thank you. Mike you are a good guy. I don’t care what Crazy says about you. Goliath. First of all. There is no need to scream and yell and jump up and down and carry on like you did. We’re all professionals here, or at least I think we are. It will take more of a man than yourself to make me drop for the one, two and the three. So firstly, get that crazy idea out of your head because it is not going to happen. Secondly, get your glasses fixed. Or get some glasses. Victor and Vixen are two separate people and neither one of them cross dress.” Joe tries hard to hide a smile at this point for some reason.
Joe “And lastly Goliath. I think you should have spent more time in English class learning how to talk instead of sitting in art class sniffing glue. That’s what I think. As for The General there. He is right, you don’t have a worry in this match. The reason why you don’t have a reason in this match is because you have no change in winning this match. So if you have no shot at winning, why worry about it. That general is one smart cookie. He doesn’t look it on the outside the gears in his head are turning. We all know I, Double J Joe Jones will win this match. It’s not a question of how? It’s a question of how quickly will I win this match. And after I put you on the match, slap on the old figure four leg lock and make you scream for your mommy, I will be walking out of that ring, as the winner. This is something that can not be disputed. It’s a fact. We all know it. Double J Joe Jones will soon be the North American champion. if you were a betting man, I would bet the house on that. Because that is a bet that will pay off for you.”
Joe looks at Mike, who looks uncomfortable.
Joe “Mike, I think we are finished. Want to end it?”
Mike “Sure. You herd...”
Joe “Heard it first Mike. Not herd, as in a herd of cattle, which is my opponents remind me of, a herd of sheep being lead to the slaughter.”
Mike “Thanks. You heard it here first folks.”
Joe “Very well done Mike.”
Mike “thanks.”
And as the scene fades to black, we hear Mike saying one last thing.
Mike “Please don’t touch me.”
Joe “Oh. Sorry.”
Black to black.