RP#42

Tuesday September 3rd, 2013......

"Damn it! Why won't anyone take me serious?"

As the scene fades in we see Double J standing in the practice ring of his wearing a cheap flesh colored skull cap so it looks like he is bald and a white T-shirt with Troy Vincent on it. He has his arms crossed and is sporting a pouty face.

"I don't know how many times I have told you Troy! You are World champion material and nothing less than that!" Nanook says as he's wearing a bad fake porn stach and a white shirt that reads Clint Horseface across the front.

Joe stomps his feet and crosses his arms even tighter. "I want the TV title! I want to be a grand slammer!"

"Can't allow that! You be a main eventer Troy! How many times have we been over this?"

Joe throws his hands up in the air and lowers his head and slowly makes his way to the turnbuckles keeping his back to Nanook. "I think I'm cursed."

Nanook reaches in his pocket and pulls out a cigar case and opens it. "What you mean cursed Troy? Did you piss off that voodoo lady next to your mom's house?"

Joe reaches out and places his hands on the top rope, one hand on each side of the turnbuckle and leans over a touch keeping his head down. "I'm telling you I'm cursed. My greatness is a hindrance to me. I am going to have to carry this burden for the rest of my life Clint. Because I am....." Joe reaches up and squeezes the bridge of his nose to fight back the tears "blessed. Because I am touched. The golden one. I won't ever..."

"Ever?"

Joe takes a deep breath and looks up. "NEVER!"

Nanook slides a cigar out of his case, a big fat cigar. As he puts the case away..."Be the same again?"

"No.....I think that is trademarked so we can't use that. No, I won't ever be allowed to follow my dreams!" Joe folds his arms on the top turnbuckle and buries his head in them.

As Nanook cuts the end of the cigar off he has a pusseled look on his face. "Dreams? You follow your dreams? Troy! You are placed on this earth for one thing and one thing only!"

Joe pops his head up. "F*** fat chicks?"

With the cigar in one hand and a lighter in the other hand Nanook has a look on his face that he is starting to get annoyed. "No man! I F*** the fat chicks remember? You get the skinny bitches! You F*** every skinny bitch in sight and you win every World title in sight! Skinny chicks and World titles! Period! End of discussion!"

Joe lets out a loud sigh. "World titles are like skinny bitches Troy! Everyone has one. You know the old saying. Once you've been with one skinny hoe, you been with them all. I already won the UWL World title once! After I was here for 9 months you know. What am I supposed to do? Win the UWL World title twice? I mean...." Joe starts to laugh and he turns towards Nanook who is lighting up his cigar. "Who wants to be a two time UWL World champion? That is just silly! Silly talk Clint! It's foolish. I would rather quit the UWL than end up like Justin Brooks, a 2 time champion. Man that guy is such a looser. No, he's more than a looser, he's a poser!"

Nanook points his finger at Joe. "Listen! It's only ridiculous when you win the World title 10 or more times! Only a moron would dare become a 10 time World champion!"

"That's what I'm trying to avoid! I don't want to look foolish in the UWL! Listen Clint, I have to allow other people in the fed a chance to win the UWL World title. I have too! Rob Macklin put it in my contract! Do you want me to get sued for breach of contract?"

Nanook slowly lets out a puff of smoke. "No of course not! We don't want that. Okay so while the under privilege get their shot you know.....while we allow them to pretend to be the man around here, maybe....just maybe, we can win another a title around here."

"Finally! Thank you!" Joe says as he takes a step out of the corner.

"But listen! We can't just you know, win the TV title. That's not fair to the newbies. I don't want to get called into the offices and have to listen to them why you being the TV champion is unfair to the babies I MEAN newbies! Newbies! It's not their fault you're so gifted. So damn impressive. Only you around here is touched by the gods!"

"So what title are you thinking then?"

"I was thinking maybe, just maybe we can take the Heritage title."

"Heritage title? Why the Heritage title?"

"Because we can just take the title from Drew.....Drew.....oh what's his name?" Nanook snaps his finger trying to remember Drew's last name.

"Steve.....Steve and son?"

"If you say so man. This place is littered with so many mid carders I can't keep their names straight. Anyways my point is this Troy. No one cares about Drew Steve and Sons. He's a no body. Same thing with that Caleb Heart guy. Who is that guy anyways? Saturday we demand a shot at the Heritage title and if they don't give us one right then and there, we walk! And trust me Troy, when we walk the UWL will fold!"

Joe nods. "We've been down this road before. We leave and all the fans leave with me."

"Every god damn fan, all of them! They know who the best of the best is. They know where ever Troy Vincent goes that is where the god damn best in wrestling action is taking place that week!"

Joe crosses his arms and glances down at the mat. "So are you sure we should do this this week?"

Nanook takes a big hit off his cigar and thinks about it for a second. "I think...." Nanook slowly exhales another huge smoke cloud. "We should threaten to do this for another 4 months, talk about it every week and say that everyone doesn't want us to win the Heritage title because you're too good for the Heritage title and it will tarnish your legacy here in the UWL. Who wants that black mark on their record you know."

"Oh not me!"

"Right. So we can talk about it and threaten to quit for the next 4 months and then, by then, it'll be our time to take back the UWL World title. "

Joe nods his head in agreement. "Okay! I can do that. Sounds good to me. It's just a shame though that I'm too good because man, I really wish I was Double J who gets like, all the shots at the TV title. That guy is awesome.....just don't tell anyone I said that."

"Double who? Man that is a gay ass name."

The scene changes from the gym to just Double J as himself standing in front of a UWL back drop. We only see him from the waist up and he's wearing a unbuttoned white shirt and shades.

"When my manager and best friend Nanook found me steady work in the UWL wayyyyyy back in April, I walked in mist of 2 real conflicts going on in the UWL at that time. The first one was the Gray versus The Frontline and I made the mistake of getting involved in that. But hey when Frank Merritt throws you a stack, you take it and you feel grateful because big bad Frank, he doesn't give anyone anything other than a ass beating! My time standing next to Angelo and Merritt wasn't something that I can hang my hat on. I think it hurt me more than it helped Valour and Merritt. Troy you were right, there was a lot of hype surrounding me when I walked through those front doors and because the newest superstar in the UWL and what did everyone see? Me getting my ass kicked all over the f*cking place by the Gray. I was in a war that I had no part being in and I ended up looking just horrible because of it. But thankful I ran into Caleb Hart and while I have yet to beat that prick, I put on a good showing. I showed everyone in the UWL just what I could do, what sort of athlete I am and how much I will bust my ass in that ring to win! Even in defeat Troy, I looked good! I didn't get punked. I didn't roll out of the ring and look like an ass. Week in and week out everyone......EVERYONE says Double J gave me a good fight. It was a hard fought battle, he is one tough cookie. No one gets a week off against me. I am as they say in the dirt sheets Troy, a good worker. A above average worker and nothing you can say Troy will take ANY of that away from me."

Joe quickly runs a hand through his hair.

"The other conflict going on in the UWL at that time was everyone telling you Troy, that you're too good, too important, above the status of being a lowly, low life UWL television Championship! You threw the whole damn roster into chaos when you mentioned that you would like to go after and win the UWL TV title because you think it would be cool if you could work at becoming a Grand Slam Champion! EVERYONE in this damn place was screaming at the top of their lungs NO! NO! TROY YOU CAN'T! And like the pussy that you are, you caved. You gave to peer pressure and didn't follow through on your dream of becoming the first and only Grand Slam Champion! But troy in that sea of nay sayers there was one voice. I guy who was going against the grain standing up and saying to anyone who would listen but mostly to you Troy, telling you to forget those fools and follow your dreams and chase after that UWL TV title. I lost count the number of times I said to just do it Troy! Go after it......and you listened to everyone else and not me. The only f*cking guy at the time who was making any sense, and you failed to listen to him."

Joe looks to the left for a second.

"Here we are again Troy. 4, 5 months later and you sound like a broken record. A spoiled little f*cking brat who can't get what he wants, a baby who is feed up with everyone telling him NO! You can't have that TV title, and now, after 4 months of toeing the company line, 4 months of treading water and 4 months of you sulking around like a giant festering PUSSY who need to douche itself, you are NOW going to say F*** IT! I am going to do what I want to do and I'm going to take that TV title and claim it as your own?"

Joe pauses and take a deep breath.

"I want to say right here, Are you f*cking kidding me? I want to say Well about time Troy! I want to laugh! You're nothing but a ass clown Troy! You're a sad, sad little man! The last I checked, this is f*cking American and you can do what you want! You want to go after the TV title then by all means Troy, pick up your purse and slip on your high heels and go after the TV title. F*** what everyone else says, you do what you want to do and the hell with everyone else. But!"

Joe slides his shades up to the top of his head.

"Now when and IF you go after Scotty Addams for the TV title, I hope that guy beats you so bad that you end up EMBRASSING YOURSELF! I hope that guy steam rolls right over you and keeps on trucking. You finally make up your mind, well yesterday you did anyways, and you stomped your feet and clicked your heels together and you made it sound like, it's a foregone conclusion that you will WIN the UWL TV title. Why? Because you're a former World champion and that somehow that will automatically grant you a win and have the TV title handed to you? You are delusional! You can mock me all you want Troy, you can take jabs at me all you want on how I had so many shots at the title and failed to come up with it, but if you make it sound like I didn't give my best, I didn't try hard enough to win, that I was just going through the motions, I will f*cking walk into that locker room Saturday night and break your god damn jaw the second I see you! I won't even wait till our match to F*** you up! At your best, in your prime Troy! You couldn't hold a candle to what Hart and myself threw at each other. We're two bulls clashing in that ring! Not two rookies who knew no better! Two vets looking to kill each other over, yeah the TV title. And to hint that all you have to do is show up and it's yours.......hehe go ahead chase that brass ring Troy. I will enjoy watching you getting schooled."

Joe slides his shades back down on his face.

"While you have been mopping around backstage, getting in the way and living on what fame you have left telling anyone who will listen how great you are, I have been getting dirty. Getting bloodily working my way up the ladder. My hard work is paying off. People are taking note. I'm not that guy who was mixed up in the Gray bullshit. I'm the guy people go, keep an eye on that guy because he will be champion one day. Even in defeat I come out smelling like roses! I'm 6 and 10 and I'm in the top ten in the rankings? Where the F*** are you Troy? I know where you are.....sitting off to the side wiping the tears with your hanky. Making sure your make up doesn't get smeared. You should rename your Ruthless Aggression bull shit to Wet Dripping Panties because you were at one time the face of this company! But now, you are just a shell of yourself. You're just a whinnying little bitch. You can tell yourself that I got lucky in our match in the Cup, You tell everyone and god that I just got lucky that night. Getting a roll up is luck. Moving out of the way and seeing you knock yourself silly off the ring post and getting the win, is lucky. When you lock your opponent in middle of the ring in the figure four and they f*cking tap out.....that's not luck. That's me leapfrogging over you because, I'm BETTER than you! Yeah I said it! apish so what Troy! What are you going to do about it?"

Joe leans in towards the camera.

"Nothing that's what. Why is that Troy? Because it's the truth. You are irrelevant nowadays Troy. Your the past. I'm the future. Your yesterday's news, I'm tomorrow's headliner. Your the dog shit on the bottom of your shoe and I'm the dog shitting all over your front yard Troy. The tie breaker in Troy vs Joe III....is going to me. Consider yourself warned!"

Fade to black.