Post by Steve Sinclair on Dec 14, 2013 18:20:38 GMT
Posted by Double J Joe Jones mailto:little_big_bob@hotmail.commailto:little_big_bob@hotmail.com on 4/23/2003, 11:58 am
The scene opens up in a nice apartment. It’s a big apartment with lots of very nice things. Like a leather couch, Sony flat screen TV and a bar, several things like that that would give one the impression that who ever lives here has money, or at least makes you believe he has money and who ever lives here gives you the impression that he is of a proper up bringing. He’s not some slob that trashes everything like most of the wrestlers we see in the industry. Who ever lives here, actually cares for what he has and takes care of it. Which is funny, because as a professional wrestler, you don’t really care what you put your body through. So why worry about the material items you have?
The answer to that question is simple.
The person that lives here is Double J Joe Jones. He is the son of great wrestling icon Green Man who rules the wrestling ring all over North American and Japan for 23 years. Yes, sure, Right now you might be asking yourself, Who the hell is Green Man? But just trust me, he is a hall of famer and a icon. Even if you never heard of him. So with that little glimpse into Joe’s back ground, you could paint a picture that Joe for the most part knows what he is doing in the ring. I mean after all he has his father’s legacy to try and live up to. And Joe does a good job of at least coming close to his father’s mystic. He has to, he has no other choice.
But enough of his old man. We’re all here to Joe aren’t we? Well I will not delay any longer.
Double J Joe Jones who was born in Germany and has spent the last 2 years as a professional wrestler walks into view of the camera, walking out of the living room into the dinning room which is where the camera is set up. At first glimpse, you might want to laugh. He doesn’t look like your everyday normal wrestler. When you think of a wrestler, you think of a guy who has a hard edge to him, looks pissed off and has scars all over his body which stands for war scars from great battles. Joe looks nothing like this. Nor he is some muscle pumping freak who has muscles on top of muscle and can give extra one away and still more than enough left over to build another human being from. Don’t get me wrong, he’s not some 400 pound slob either. But rather he is well built. He has good muscle tone, no fat and he does spend time in the gym training. Toning not sculpting. He’s built more like Test than Scott Steiner if you can picture that.
Joe also has long blonde hair. Golden locks that flow to the middle of his back. Not that is a big surprise. Almost every wrestler has this in some form or another. Joe also doesn’t dress like you everyday wrestler. He’s not wearing a wife beater, raggy ass pants, or cut off shorts, a backwards hat and has tattoos all up and down his arm. No he has on tan colored kaki shorts, a yellow Hawaiian shirt that is unbuttoned and open with a white t shirt underneath it that reads “MILF” and he’s wearing open toe sandals as well. He is the opposite of your normal everyday wrestler. Which can be a good thing.
Joe walks into the dinning room with a drink in his hand. Doesn’t matter what his drink is as he places it down on the table. He smiles towards the camera and flashes his perfect teeth.
Double J “Well well well, look at who it is. It’s the IWA. Hey Victor!”
Joe calls for Victor, his manager. Compared to Joe’s six foot two inch frame, Victor and his five foot five inc h frame of skin and bones look awkward standing next to Joe. Well, with that fro of Victor, he stands a hair under five foot eight.
Double J “Look It’s the IWA.”
Victor “I see that.”
Double J “You know I have been waiting all week for you guys. Did you get lost or something? I know it must be a change of pace to arrive in a good neighborhood at a clean house, a house that’s not rat infested and has a thousands of joints laying around and a pile of 8 balls on the table. This must be a treat for you huh?”
Victor “I would think so. I mean look at the trash you must face in your debut in the IWA.”
Joe turns towards Victor. “I know. I have to climb into the ring against slobs like Powerhouse.”
Victor “How much do you think he can lift? With a name like Powerhouse, he must be strong.”
Joe “You think? Because he doesn’t look strong at all. In fact he looks rather weak. Like my other three opponents. Like Crazy.”
Victor “He looked normal to me.”
Joe “Didn’t he say something about being Tiny?”
Victor “Yeah he did...”
Joe and Victor then slight look down at Joe’s crotch. After looking at it for a few seconds they laugh.
Joe “Vic, I think he was talking about himself.”
Victor “I think so too.”
Joe “Oh wait Vic. Maybe he was talking about powerhouse?”
Vic chuckles. “Maybe that’s why Jessica will leave him after the match, a match in which you will win and become the number one contender to the North American title.”
Joe crosses his arms. “Yes Vic. I think that will happen too. Lets just think about this for a second. I have just been signed by the IWA. The ink hasn’t dried on the paper yet and they throw me in a this match, a match that will give me a title shot at the North American title. Who knows how long these chumps have been in the IWA, By the way they spoke during that house show, Crazy, Powerhouse and Goliath must have been here for a while. The announcers did know who they were. I’m not sure about Armageddon but if I had to guess, I would guess he has been here a while too. I could be wrong. I could be wrong.”
Vic “Which is never.”
Joe “Which is also true but for the IWA to hand me a title shot on a silver platter is mighty nice on their part. It’s just a shame I have to face off against weaker, lower class, and less intelligent life forms though. I do hope the IWA has better planned for me. It would be a shame if I walked in off the street and took over in a matter of weeks.”
Vic nods his head agree with Double J Joe Jones.
Vic “Yes it would be.”
Joe uncrosses his arm and picks his drink off of the table next to him.
Double J “Victor, I don’t think I will even break a sweat this week. The way I see my match, I see it being all one sided. All of those no name chumps just trying to keep up with me, Double J Joe Jones.”
Victor “Ah yes. But you know what they will say don’t you?”
Double J “Yes, that I stole my name or some low tactic like that. I can see that military reject doing something like that. I bet he will even try to yell at me to drop and give him 20.”
Victor “Well I would drop and give him 20.”
Double J “hehe, I bet you would Victor.” Joe pauses to take a sip of his drink. “But it just doesn’t matter. Victor this week is starting off to be a good week for me.”
Victor “So far so good.”
Double J “These buffoons haven’t said anything to get me upset, or irate, or done something stupid like get my blood pressure to go through the roof.”
Victor “So, what your saying is that...”
Double J “That I think this week..”
Joe starts to button up his shirt.
Victor “We’ll keep.”
Double J “Well keep..”
Joe button ups the last button his shirt.
Victor “MILF under wraps”
Double J “Yeah Victor. We’ll keep MILF under wraps. I don’t these bums would be able to handle MILF.”
Victor “What about Armageddon? He hasn’t said anything yet.”
Joe almost forgot about him. The slacker. “Good point Victor. I forgot about him. Well maybe, just to be on the safe side...”
Joe undoes the very top two buttons.
Joe “Well leave it so that maybe MILF could be used.”
Victor agrees with Joe. “Yeah I think that we should do that. Because you never know, he could say something stupid.”
Joe “Yes he could. And when he does, I just might have to go MILFirse on him.”
Victor “Let’s hope he doesn’t. I don’t think the IWA is ready to see MILF.”
Joe “Or feel his wrath.”
Victor “Because we all know he is a crazy little #### that MILF.”
Joe points his finger at Victor “Not only he is a crazy little ####, but he’s a..”
Victor “Mad”
Joe “Irritable”
Vic “Loudmouth and Lusty”
Joe “####er.”
Victor “Yes he is.”
Joe “Speaking of which, Vixen.....Vixen come here baby.”
Vixen is Joe’s woman. She’s is a stunning Latino with a nice rack. She walk up to Joe in a tight short mini skirt and a belly shirt. The shirt is also tight and it doesn’t touch her belly in the front if you know what I mean. Her hair is tied back in a pony tail. Joe and Vixen kiss.
Joe “See Powerhouse. This is what a real women is. Not some ho like Jessica.”
Victor “She is all women...”
Joe “Vic. Don’t talk about my women like that or I’ll hurt you.”
Vic “Sorry. Got carried away there.”
Joe “That’s okay. IWA, Double J Joe Jones is here. He has arrived and this is my family who will run wild all over you. Today the North American title. Tomorrow the World title. Because with Double J Joe Jones around, everyone is a loser.”
And so, this is Double J Joe Jones. As he kisses his women, and they make their way back into the living room, one has to wonder, what is up with MILF? And what does that means..........
Scene fades to black.
The scene opens up in a nice apartment. It’s a big apartment with lots of very nice things. Like a leather couch, Sony flat screen TV and a bar, several things like that that would give one the impression that who ever lives here has money, or at least makes you believe he has money and who ever lives here gives you the impression that he is of a proper up bringing. He’s not some slob that trashes everything like most of the wrestlers we see in the industry. Who ever lives here, actually cares for what he has and takes care of it. Which is funny, because as a professional wrestler, you don’t really care what you put your body through. So why worry about the material items you have?
The answer to that question is simple.
The person that lives here is Double J Joe Jones. He is the son of great wrestling icon Green Man who rules the wrestling ring all over North American and Japan for 23 years. Yes, sure, Right now you might be asking yourself, Who the hell is Green Man? But just trust me, he is a hall of famer and a icon. Even if you never heard of him. So with that little glimpse into Joe’s back ground, you could paint a picture that Joe for the most part knows what he is doing in the ring. I mean after all he has his father’s legacy to try and live up to. And Joe does a good job of at least coming close to his father’s mystic. He has to, he has no other choice.
But enough of his old man. We’re all here to Joe aren’t we? Well I will not delay any longer.
Double J Joe Jones who was born in Germany and has spent the last 2 years as a professional wrestler walks into view of the camera, walking out of the living room into the dinning room which is where the camera is set up. At first glimpse, you might want to laugh. He doesn’t look like your everyday normal wrestler. When you think of a wrestler, you think of a guy who has a hard edge to him, looks pissed off and has scars all over his body which stands for war scars from great battles. Joe looks nothing like this. Nor he is some muscle pumping freak who has muscles on top of muscle and can give extra one away and still more than enough left over to build another human being from. Don’t get me wrong, he’s not some 400 pound slob either. But rather he is well built. He has good muscle tone, no fat and he does spend time in the gym training. Toning not sculpting. He’s built more like Test than Scott Steiner if you can picture that.
Joe also has long blonde hair. Golden locks that flow to the middle of his back. Not that is a big surprise. Almost every wrestler has this in some form or another. Joe also doesn’t dress like you everyday wrestler. He’s not wearing a wife beater, raggy ass pants, or cut off shorts, a backwards hat and has tattoos all up and down his arm. No he has on tan colored kaki shorts, a yellow Hawaiian shirt that is unbuttoned and open with a white t shirt underneath it that reads “MILF” and he’s wearing open toe sandals as well. He is the opposite of your normal everyday wrestler. Which can be a good thing.
Joe walks into the dinning room with a drink in his hand. Doesn’t matter what his drink is as he places it down on the table. He smiles towards the camera and flashes his perfect teeth.
Double J “Well well well, look at who it is. It’s the IWA. Hey Victor!”
Joe calls for Victor, his manager. Compared to Joe’s six foot two inch frame, Victor and his five foot five inc h frame of skin and bones look awkward standing next to Joe. Well, with that fro of Victor, he stands a hair under five foot eight.
Double J “Look It’s the IWA.”
Victor “I see that.”
Double J “You know I have been waiting all week for you guys. Did you get lost or something? I know it must be a change of pace to arrive in a good neighborhood at a clean house, a house that’s not rat infested and has a thousands of joints laying around and a pile of 8 balls on the table. This must be a treat for you huh?”
Victor “I would think so. I mean look at the trash you must face in your debut in the IWA.”
Joe turns towards Victor. “I know. I have to climb into the ring against slobs like Powerhouse.”
Victor “How much do you think he can lift? With a name like Powerhouse, he must be strong.”
Joe “You think? Because he doesn’t look strong at all. In fact he looks rather weak. Like my other three opponents. Like Crazy.”
Victor “He looked normal to me.”
Joe “Didn’t he say something about being Tiny?”
Victor “Yeah he did...”
Joe and Victor then slight look down at Joe’s crotch. After looking at it for a few seconds they laugh.
Joe “Vic, I think he was talking about himself.”
Victor “I think so too.”
Joe “Oh wait Vic. Maybe he was talking about powerhouse?”
Vic chuckles. “Maybe that’s why Jessica will leave him after the match, a match in which you will win and become the number one contender to the North American title.”
Joe crosses his arms. “Yes Vic. I think that will happen too. Lets just think about this for a second. I have just been signed by the IWA. The ink hasn’t dried on the paper yet and they throw me in a this match, a match that will give me a title shot at the North American title. Who knows how long these chumps have been in the IWA, By the way they spoke during that house show, Crazy, Powerhouse and Goliath must have been here for a while. The announcers did know who they were. I’m not sure about Armageddon but if I had to guess, I would guess he has been here a while too. I could be wrong. I could be wrong.”
Vic “Which is never.”
Joe “Which is also true but for the IWA to hand me a title shot on a silver platter is mighty nice on their part. It’s just a shame I have to face off against weaker, lower class, and less intelligent life forms though. I do hope the IWA has better planned for me. It would be a shame if I walked in off the street and took over in a matter of weeks.”
Vic nods his head agree with Double J Joe Jones.
Vic “Yes it would be.”
Joe uncrosses his arm and picks his drink off of the table next to him.
Double J “Victor, I don’t think I will even break a sweat this week. The way I see my match, I see it being all one sided. All of those no name chumps just trying to keep up with me, Double J Joe Jones.”
Victor “Ah yes. But you know what they will say don’t you?”
Double J “Yes, that I stole my name or some low tactic like that. I can see that military reject doing something like that. I bet he will even try to yell at me to drop and give him 20.”
Victor “Well I would drop and give him 20.”
Double J “hehe, I bet you would Victor.” Joe pauses to take a sip of his drink. “But it just doesn’t matter. Victor this week is starting off to be a good week for me.”
Victor “So far so good.”
Double J “These buffoons haven’t said anything to get me upset, or irate, or done something stupid like get my blood pressure to go through the roof.”
Victor “So, what your saying is that...”
Double J “That I think this week..”
Joe starts to button up his shirt.
Victor “We’ll keep.”
Double J “Well keep..”
Joe button ups the last button his shirt.
Victor “MILF under wraps”
Double J “Yeah Victor. We’ll keep MILF under wraps. I don’t these bums would be able to handle MILF.”
Victor “What about Armageddon? He hasn’t said anything yet.”
Joe almost forgot about him. The slacker. “Good point Victor. I forgot about him. Well maybe, just to be on the safe side...”
Joe undoes the very top two buttons.
Joe “Well leave it so that maybe MILF could be used.”
Victor agrees with Joe. “Yeah I think that we should do that. Because you never know, he could say something stupid.”
Joe “Yes he could. And when he does, I just might have to go MILFirse on him.”
Victor “Let’s hope he doesn’t. I don’t think the IWA is ready to see MILF.”
Joe “Or feel his wrath.”
Victor “Because we all know he is a crazy little #### that MILF.”
Joe points his finger at Victor “Not only he is a crazy little ####, but he’s a..”
Victor “Mad”
Joe “Irritable”
Vic “Loudmouth and Lusty”
Joe “####er.”
Victor “Yes he is.”
Joe “Speaking of which, Vixen.....Vixen come here baby.”
Vixen is Joe’s woman. She’s is a stunning Latino with a nice rack. She walk up to Joe in a tight short mini skirt and a belly shirt. The shirt is also tight and it doesn’t touch her belly in the front if you know what I mean. Her hair is tied back in a pony tail. Joe and Vixen kiss.
Joe “See Powerhouse. This is what a real women is. Not some ho like Jessica.”
Victor “She is all women...”
Joe “Vic. Don’t talk about my women like that or I’ll hurt you.”
Vic “Sorry. Got carried away there.”
Joe “That’s okay. IWA, Double J Joe Jones is here. He has arrived and this is my family who will run wild all over you. Today the North American title. Tomorrow the World title. Because with Double J Joe Jones around, everyone is a loser.”
And so, this is Double J Joe Jones. As he kisses his women, and they make their way back into the living room, one has to wonder, what is up with MILF? And what does that means..........
Scene fades to black.