RP#47

On the out skirts of Knoxville is a old small warehouse that at one time used to make cheap "As Seen on TV" crap and to up the profits of said cheap crap they outsource the manufacturing to China and the building sat empty ever since. The place has been tagged, broken into and it slowly became run down till one day, a guy who lives in Miami, used to work in the Northeast and currently was "working" in Vegas landed in Knoxville and called this place his new place of employment and sought out a place to work out and train, thus this building. Today we find that guy who moved to Tennessee in that building and his name is Double J Joe Jones...

Leaning against the ring checking his phone, Joe smirks and shakes his head.

"Even after losing this weekend, What is left of the Mainstream still won't shut it on twitter. I should send a thank you to Cocheese for the win? Really Robb? You going to go there? You didn't put to much thought that little tweet did you? I mean if you want to imply that the UWL World Champion can single handily defeat you two then by all means go ahead mister Coronation cup winner. See if I care. Just don't beat yourself up too much with the whole this isn't over yet stuff."

Joe sets his phone down and picks up a black piece of fabric.

"But I'll worry about you and JB later. This week Frankie and I have a chance to set ourselves up for success as we face the current Tag Team Champions, El Cazadors. The masked duo who in a short time have become 2 time Tag Champs and if everything goes as I picture it in my mind, you two will soon be former tag team champions once again. When I heard that we were getting a non title match against El Cazadors I couldn't help to wonder what in the hell my brother was doing."

Joe holds up the fabric and looks at it which ends up being a simple black wrestling mask.

"Many, many years ago....Almost 12 years ago when I was just starting out in this business trying to get in the ring while trying to help guide my old man to his life long dream of winning a World title, down in Mexico my brother was already 3 years into his career. I haven't always seen eye to eye to my brother and in all honesty I haven't even seen my brother in the last 6-7 years. But through out his whole career, as short lived as it was before he ended up in Japan helping one of my cousin's run his school over there, he wore one of these."

Joe holds up the simple black mask.

"This simple, basic black mask along with a all black suit, boots, even gloves and pads was all he wore. He didn't say much in and out of the ring especially when he ended up in Philly. I don't the folks in Philly ever got him. He didn't last long in Philly but he did briefly win the tag straps there before he wanted to go back to Mexico, the one place he truly loved to perform. He wasn't always one of the lights and fame. He just wanted to put on the best show he could for the fans. His in ring name was Disgruntle. My first couple of matches in my career I wore this....a black mask and everything and worked under the name Disgruntle when I took his spot on the roster. I pretty much owe my start in this business to my brother and it happened with the old switchero. I took to the ring as my brother and when I unmasked myself and shocked Shawn Sanders that it was me who just kicked his ass, the BLPW had no choice than to hire me full time. "

Joe glances at the mask and remembers the good times he had in Philadelphia back in the day and he owed it all to his brother.

"If it wasn't for my brother and his mask, I wouldn't have won all the matches I have won, worked everywhere I have worked and won all the titles I have won. I should call him and see how he is doing. But this week...."

Joe tosses the mask on the ring apron next to him.

"I don't care how many little tricks you Cazadors pull out of your tights. How many illegal tags you get away with and good luck with trying to keep the fresh man in the ring, it won't help you. You hold something I want, Something that will look better on me than you. I've been in the UWL for far too long now with out draping some gold on my shoulder! The time to finally crown myself Champion in the UWL has come and it starts when Frankie and I, take care of business and defeat you two, and when we do, than it will only be a matter of time before we demand a title match for those tag straps! This is a battle you two, can never win!"

FTB