RP#53

Work has begun on the inside of Joe's personal gym and with Monday being a holiday no work is being done today. The walls got a fresh coat of white paint which that alone is a huge improvement over the none painted concrete walls and nice bright LED lighting has been installed over the weekend brightening the place up as well. We can see the start of a drop ceiling being put in as Joe is sitting on the apron of his practice ring in the back ground. Joe is sitting on the edge of the ring with his eyes closed and clutching his ribs with his arms wrapped around his mid section. Joe is breathing very slowly.

"Damn it!"

Joe opens his eyes and blinks rapidly a couple of times as he puts his head back against the ring ropes. He starts to rub the left side of his rib cage and slowly nudges himself off the edge of the ring. Now standing Joe slowly twist his upper body one direction and then the other trying to work out the cramping and tightness in his mid section. Joe holds onto the bottom rope and slowly stretches out while pulling on the rope. He grunts a few times and then lets go of the rope.

"Man...."

Just then the sound of the front door opening fills the pin drop quiet gym. The door slams itself shut and walking out of the front office into the work space is Nanook! Playing with keys to Joe's BMW in his hand.

"Sup homo?"

Joe looks at him and then a slight smiles comes across his face. "Not much fat ass."

Nanook waddles through the gym playing with his car keys, which would really be Joe's keys. "Man you look like shit. What happened to you?"

"Oh." Joe goes. "Ran into a guy who seems to have a TPS."

Nanook tosses the keys too Joe and Joe catches them finally glad to have his car back. "Man I saw that on TV the other day. That Brooks looked like he blew you up when he speared you right into the ground! I have to admit it looked pretty freaking sweet on TV."

"Gee thanks. I'm so glad I could be there to make that look great on TV." Joe says with a sarcastic tone in his voice.

Pulling out his phone "Hey man no problem. If it helps you I thought of you for like 10 seconds. I saw that you were still breathing on TV so....

Looking at his keys. "So thoughtful of you. I have to put gas in it don't I?" Joe asks.

"And listen, I tried to get the number of the old lady who backed into it but she speed off."

"Thanks."

"No problem. So I see this week you get Big Bad Brooks." Nanook says as he starts swiping away on his phone.

"Did you look that up?" Joe says as he crosses his arms.

"Actually I called the office and said as your manager I demand that you get a match against Brooks."

"Oh so you're my manager now? Hey next time why don't you wait a week! You know I'm pretty sure on TV it'll look like Brook took a cheap shot on me. I'm still a little sore."

Nanook looks up from his phone and looks at Joe. "Oh poor baby! Suck it up Sally. Listen I came here because I'm not sure if you saw this." Nanook glances down at his phone to brings something up and then quickly looks around the gym at the changes Joe made. "Nice lights by the way. How much is that costing me?"

"ehh....about the price of a new BMW."

"Oh okay. Anyways did you see that Los Cazadors have a open contract for the tag titles at Nightmare?" Nanook pulls up the clip from the TV Tapings with El Cazadors talking about the open contract. Joe glances at the phone and looks at Nanook with one eye brow raised.

"I.....have a match for Nightmare already. Against Alan...."

"And?"

Joe's unsure what Nanook is trying to tell him. "I don't know where you went and what you have been doing in Canada but Cocheese....my tag team partner has a HUGE match already on the books for Nightmare. He's defending the title against Robb Daniels."

"So?"

"So? What the F*** do you mean so? We're both booked. WE can't do it. I'm not asking Frankie to pull double duty and put his World title match in jeopardy."

Nanook is serious about the open contract. He gets this look on his face which tells Joe he's not playing. "You know, you can team up with someone other than Frankie."

Joe rolls his eyes and glances down at the floor. He's starting to get annoyed. "Someone else other than Frankie? Are you serious? One look into Nanook's eyes tells him he is. "Jesus! You are! No. Joe says and Nanook doesn't change his facial expression. "NO!"[/b]

"I've got a guy."

Joe throws his arms in the air and then squeezes the bridge of is nose. Suddenly his side doesn't hurt so much. He then looks Nanook in the eye and points at him "NO!"

"I've already called the front office. I'm working on it. Joe! Trust me! I've got a guy who is good! The two of you together will be awesome!"

Joe is pissed. He turns and walks away from Nanook "F*** no!"

Nanook starts to make his case "You need to MAN up and do double duty! You two can win the Tag Titles! I know you two can!"

"NO!!!!"
"YOU NEED TO DO THIS!"
"THE F*** I DO!"
"YOU GOD DAMN PUSSY! IT'S WONDER BROOKS JUST ABOUT KILLED YOU THE OTHER NIGHT! YOU'RE A WALKING TALKING VAGINA!!!"
"SHUT THE F*** UP!
"HEY! WHY DON'T YOU JUST LET BROOKS BEND YOU OVER AND F*** IN THE ASS IN MIDDLE OF THE RING SATURDAY NIGHT! YOU'VE GONE SOFT JOE! GOD DAMN SOFT!!!!"

Joe snaps around and marches right up to Nanook grabbing him by the throat and backing him up against the ring post and slamming him up against it. Nanook tips the scale around 400 pounds and big guys like him don't move easily but Joe just made him look like he weighted half of what he does. Nanook's face begins to turn red.

"Say that again and I will make sure you never walk again! Run your mouth like that again and you will need a straw to eat for the rest of your life! Don't you ever f*cking doubt me! And I'm not f*cking doing that tag match at Nightmare! GOT IT!"

Joe releases Nanook and Nanook coughs a bit and catches his breath. Joe starts to make his way towards the remodeled locker room. Nanook has a slight smirk on his face though.

"And fix my car asshole!



Pacing back and forth in front of the UWL Banner, Joe Jones has his ribs taped up under his shirt, but you can see the bandages wrapped around his mid section.

"So after a couple of weeks, the Big Bad Brooks came out of hiding and he took a sucker punch on me and now he's strutting around like he is king shit! Better stand back, Brooks just beat up little old Joe Jones! Brooks warned me, he warned you! He warned everyone! He's going to get you! And he started with me.....Double J Joe Jones."

Joe stops pacing.

"In one breath I'm the guy.....I'm the only guy in the UWL who is pretending to be more than what I am. I am the only guy in the UWL that has no talent. Is unskilled. Is making a living pulling the wool over EVERYONE'S eyes making EVERYONE believe that I am better than what I'm actually am. THAT!"

Joe wags his finger

"Is what Justin Brooks wants you to believe. THAT is what Justin Brooks is telling everyone who will listen. Brooks will have you believe that I'm a liar. Brooks will have you believe that I somehow just lucked into what ever success I have had in the UWL. I am the only the guy in the UWL who's status in the UWL, is a fabrication. I have some how fooled you all! I'm just pretending to be a wrestler."

Joe glances down at the floor and then looks back up with a smirk on his face.

"And yet! Who was the first guy Brooks just had to strike down! Who was the first guy who got under his skin more than anyone one else on the roster? Who was the guy Brook hand picked to make a quote unquote impact on? Wasn't Cocheese. Wasn't Daniels. Wasn't Hart. Wasn't even the guy he's going to face at Nightmare. It was me. That alone confirms that I have been doing something right here in the UWL. Brooks made promises, warned us all and his first target was the guy who has yet to hold gold in the UWL."

Joe crosses his arms.

"You talk about how I haven't made a impact in the UWL. How I am some how a failure inside that squared circle. How I haven't lived up to whatever standard you think I should be living up to but when you jumped that guard rail and waited for the perfect opening and speared me leaving me laying on the floor......you only just confirmed that I, Joe Jones is leaving a mark on the UWL. I beat you weeks ago and you can't stop thinking about it! I beat you and you disappeared from the UWL and hit the gym harder than you have in years, and why? Because a guy who you view as inferior defeated you. You don't stop and view the loss to Frankie Cocheese and Drew Stevenson the same way you do to the loss to me. When you lost a couple of weeks ago, it was a huge blow to your ego and you can't handle that. The guy you claim is not making a impact on the UWL, made one on you."

Joe starts to pace back and forth again.

"So you speared me. So you knocked me out! So you might have left me a tad sore and you're out for revenge. You want payback. You think that by getting me in that ring will some how right the wrong in your mind. Hell you even go as far as saying that this will be my last match ever but I hate to break it to you Brooks, but I will be at Nightmare to face Alan Christopher. You can even stand there telling everyone who will listen that I'm afraid to face you in the ring and that the only way this match is happening is because I'm forced too. Hell once again I'm in the "biggest match of my career" again. I thought that was last week, but don't kid yourself Brooks."

Joe stops pacing and faces the camera.

"I'm not afraid to climb in that ring and face you.
I'm not intimated to face you.
You don't scare me.

Things are evolving in the UWL because the Monster, isn't has good as you used to be. The pecking order......whatever that is, is changing because guys like you, guys like Troy Vincent, you're not at the top of the mountain anymore. You're getting passed by guys like me. Guys like Addams as much as I hate to admit that. The big muscle bound freaks like you, you don't rule the roost anymore."

Joe pauses and smirks and even laughs a little bit. He crosses his arms.

"You know in a lot of ways Justin Brooks is just like....he who shall not be named. He walked around this place with a hard on for himself. He thought he was Royalty around here. He thought his shit didn't stink. He strutted around throwing the "I'm a former World Champion." in your face and he could do no wrong and he could beat everyone simply because he was the Destroyer of Worlds. He thought that if he spent 15 hours a days in the gym, and showed off his scars from the many matches he had that their was no way he could lose. Justin Brooks is just like him! He's always in the gym, trying to get bigger, stronger. He has scars from battles gone by and just by him stomping around in the locker room telling everyone he is a Monster and throwing out the "I'm a former 2 time champion" line here there we all are going to shake in our boots and piss ourselves because Justin Brooks said he was going to kill a guy. Joe stops mid thought. "Well, I guess technically Jaden did kill a guy but it wasn't in the ring. The point is Brooks, Xplode got old. Xplode got slower. Xplode got passed by guys who were younger, quicker, better and he couldn't deal with that. He couldn't handle that. He got his ass handed to him by Cocheese and he vanished! Much like you did.

Joe rubs his chin and then puts his hand on his side.

"You'll get all riod'd out this week. You'll get on the sauce to make sure you can keep up with someone like me. Hell you might even win this week but don't imply that I'm afraid to get in that ring. I have never backed down from a challenge and I've never no showed a match. I'm not scared of you and your bark doesn't do anything to me. Hell for that matter your bite is pretty weak too. Not my fault that someone like me, when it's all said and done will be better than you. It's a lesson you're going to learn the hard way! And don't be surprised when I get the pin fall on you, because I know, I won't."

Fade to Black.