RP#52

So Joe has had this personal gym, or as someone called it his dojo last week for a while now. Ever since he walked into the UWL and it was a place for him to work out in and get some train in inside a dumpy warehouse with a bunch of crap that came with the building. At first he was renting it and paying his buddy Hatemonger to help him out, but after Hatemonger's wife came to visit about a month and half ago he hasn't seen or heard from him. Joe made due with the building. He put up with the stacks of empty boxes, pallets stacked up and some cardboard folding machine. Or at least he thinks it folds boxes or something. All Joe knows is that it is f*cking heavy and a bitch to move. He put up with all of this clutter because he was just renting the place. But that has all changed now. Nanook called last week to let Joe know the place went for taxes and was being auctioned off and Nanook, always looking for real estate deals picked it up for cheap and now Nanook was the property owner. All those boxes, gone. The pallets, gone. That box folding machine. Scrapped. It ended up paying for a quick remodel of the locker room area and up next is a redo of the shower and bathroom and the roof leaks. Soon Joe will turn it into the place he always thought he would have.

So inside the new look locker room Joe is finishing getting dressed after a nice work out. He took care of the three S's. Shit shower and shave and now is looking in the mirror fixing his hair.

"This week...." Joe smirks and shrugs. "The theme has been 2 things. He said she said and let's all doubt Double J Joe Jones! Everything I have said, you ya'll just either didn't pay attention to what I said or you twisted my words."

Joe sprays some moose on his hand and runs it through his hair.

"Like for example Frank Washington saying that I made a gay joke and his little buddy Alan was real quick to follow suit. Frank then got on his soap box and gave his speech how it's 2013 and being gay blah blah....."

Joe finishes fixes his hair and pauses and looks at himself in the mirror.

"Whatever. Of all the people to give me a speech about being gay it's Frank Washington. Clearly that guy doesn't know one f*cking thing about me. You see Frank I wasn't hinting that you were gay. I wasn't implying that you were gay. I was saying that you are Alan little's bitch. You claim to be a family, Alan is wearing the pants in that household so that by default makes you his little whore. His work wife. You wear the skirt in that relationship. What I said had nothing to do with what goes on between the sheets, it had everything with who is going to play second fiddle in your relationship, hence why I asked if you two got married when we were in New York a couple of weeks back. Same sex marriage is legal there, where here in Tennessee....a same sex union is frowned upon."

Joe plays with a few strains for his hair getting it just right.

"Unless you're a idiot like Scotty Addams, you can clearly see what is going to happen in this match. Alan and his 24/7 bitchy wife will team up, putting the odds in their favor and work together as a team, or in this case a married couple and eliminate Addams and I thus insuring that one of you two from "D.INc" will win the match and go on to Nightmare and face Caleb Hart for the Heritage title."

Joe stops playing with his hair. He's done. He then picks up his shade and slides them on.

"And unless your moron like Scotty Addams, the only guy who is talking trash to Hart as if he already won the match is Frank's husband, his little huggy bear Alan Christopher. Now, Frank you seem like a bright guy. A little slow but bright enough I hope to wonder why that is? All I said about Hart is that he is the Champ, and I want to win this match to face him next week but I'm not running my mouth off about how I'm going to take Hart's title, warning him that I'm coming or how great that Heritage title will look around my waist. Alan has seemed to put the cart before the horse. Why is that Frank? Huh?"

Joe turns and steps towards his locker, a new locker not the beat up ones he was using.

"It's because he will tell you to lay down once you two teamed up against Addams and I and got us out of the match. He will stand in middle of the ring look you in the eye and point at the mat thus telling you to lay down. He's going to mount you for the 3 count and yes, I meant that to sound dirty. Consider that your daily gay joke."

Joe reaches inside the locker and takes out his jacket.

"You'll be his little bitch Saturday night, much like how your his bitch right now. What? Do you think you two are going to fight it out and see who the better man is? Yeah right! Don't make me laugh! Alan will tell you to lay down and do the right thing for the family, AKA do what is good for Alan! And like the sheep that you are Frank, you will lay down and take it and like it!"

Joe slides his jacket on.

"How does it feel Frank in the biggest match of your career, you have no shot in winning it. I'm just not saying that, it's a fact! Only 3 guys in this match have a legit shot at winning. Alan, I guess Addams does and I have a shot at winning but you don't. Alan will make sure you don't get pinned and eliminated just like how you will make sure the same doesn't happen to Alan. Have to keep the odds in your favor you know. How does that feel Frank? You have no shot at all. None, zero, zip, NADA! Not even a punters chance. No matter what, you will lose this match."

Joe slides his hands in his coat pockets and glances down for a second.

"If Addams had any smarts at all, he too would see what is going to happen and he would bury the hatchet with me for the time being so we could work together to run D Inc out of the match but he's still sore that I called the TV division worthless so....I have quite the up hill battle Saturday night. But that is okay. Wanna know why?"

Joe puts one foot up on a chair that was next to the locker.

"This isn't the "biggest match of my career" that Frank will have everyone believe it is. Hell this isn't the biggest match in my UWL Career. That would have been the two out of three falls match against Hart for the TV title, that I should have won if it wasn't for Wolf Parker. I'm used to guys like you and Alan and even Addams doubting me. I've heard the same song and dance before. "Oh Joe, you don't have a chance in this match." "Joe you can't win this match no matter what you do." "You're in over your head." and the tried and true "You're not even on my level" I have heard them all before. Shawn Sanders, Angelo Valour, Troy Vincent, Wolf Parker. They all said the same thing. Robb Daniels and Justin Brooks doubted me just 3 weeks ago. How did that tag match and the matches against Valour, Vincent and Parker all end? That's right. With me holding my hand in victory. I wonder why that is?"

Joe is starting to serious look on his face.

"None of you ya'll look at me and think, "Uhmm there is no way that guy could beat me." when in truth I can school any guy on the roster. This is my life! This is what I do! I keep my distractions down to a minimal so I can focus on winning my next match, beating my next opponent and working my way towards the next title, full time. There's no kids to go home too. There's no nagging f*cking wife to deal with. There's no jealous boyfriend crying me a river how I don't pay attention to them. I have no life partner drama. My whole world revolves around my next match. I work out, I train every day. I watch tape, I break down tape like a crack fend tries to get his next fix. I know everything about you three, your moves, how you go from move to move, what you like to go for at any time in the match. I know you like the back of my hand. Before I even step into the ring I have the advantage. I know you better than you know yourself. Everyone that gets in that ring is a creature of habit. You can't help it. You just go through the paces because it works, and I know your habits. When I get the winning pin fall and roll out of that ring leaving you all pissed off inside of it, wondering how in the hell did you just lose to little old Joe Jones....I just laugh to myself. I'm not perfect, far from it. I'm the strongest guy on the roster. Far from it. I'm not even the funniest guy on the roster. But no one is smarter than me inside that ring. No one even comes close. So while Addams has been plotting and thinking up a way to get his title away from Frank Washington, and while Frank is thinking up ways to keep the title away from Addams, and Alan is trying to figure out how to beat Caleb Hart after failing just last week......I have been doing my homework. Studying you fools. Knowing what you do inside that ring, knowing when it's coming. I'm not looking ahead, with drool running down my chin just getting excited about facing Hart......You've got to win this week to get to next week. This match is the only thing on my plate. The one guy who has prepared himself the best will win and out of the four of us, I'm that guy. You want to talk about what is best for business Alan? It's not Scotty Addams who had his belt stolen and can't get it back. It's not Frank Washington who is nothing but a sheep and a homophobe. And it's not a wanna be preacher and his cult of mindless drones who think you're some kind of god. What's good for business is me, the hard working guy who guts out each and every win, EARNS his titles that he has won and isn't trying to be snot nosed Diva. I'm what is best for Business! I'm the best to face Hart at Nightmare."

Joe stands up and pulls his car keys out of his pocket.

"And that's why I'm going to win. That's why you three will be shaking your head when that bells rings. Simply put, I'm just the Best at this! Period!"

FTB.