RP#55

"They said it couldn't be done. They said had no shot! They said no one can beat Big Bad Brooks and yet!"

Scene opens up inside of Joe's gym where Joe is getting ready for his morning jog.

"I was the one who got his hand raised in victory. Let's just pause and allow that to sink in for a second."

Joe closes his eyes and holds his hands out to his side as if he was basking in a warm welcoming light.

"uhmmmmmmm I feel it! Enlightening me. Enriching me. Enhancing me. The glorious power and love that is the power of the......"

Joe pauses for a second soaking in more of the "light" he is basking in.

"Victory! It's like god himself patted me on the back and told me you can do it son. Go win that match...."

Joe opens his eyes.

"Because we all know the only thing that god has to worry about right this second is weather or not I won my match Saturday night. That was the most pressing issue in the kingdom of heaven. It ranked right up there behind how much more slimier can Alan Christopher can get."

Joe lowers his hands.

"I heard you last week Alan. I heard you bragging about how you got this match in the bag. How you were questioning how I could defeat not only you, but your two lovers Assault and Battery, and personally that is a odd name to give two dudes who pummel your prostate on a nightly basses. You are into some real kinky stuff and I have seen some real kinky stuff a few nights in San Francisco once. There are some clubs there that....."

Joe shakes at just the thought of what he saw there.

"They scare me. It made me tighten up if you know what I mean and I know you do. You must be a sick and twisted dude Alan. Just look at the company you keep. You strike me as the kind of guy who likes to be tied up and beaten. You have nicknames for all of yours pets. I figured them all out except for the Turncoat guy. I haven't figured that one out and I'm pretty sure I don't want to.....I once knew a guy, again in San Fran and everyone called him Sroon. I can tell you it wasn't because he ate sroons either. He kinda.....looked like....you know....a mushroom. I might still have his number Alan. Do you want it?"

Joe puts his hands in his pocket of his hoodie.

"But in all seriousness Alan, I haven't quite figured out how we got to this match. I don't know what lead up to this match. Was it because I eliminated you from the four way last week? I didn't cry when Scotty Addams pinned me and eliminated from the match. Jesus Alan you need to relax. With each passing week you look less and less more of the leader of Devastation INC and more like.....Alan Harper."

Joe smirks.

"Alan Harper, is the character that Jon Cyer plays on Two and a half Men. He plays Charlie's loser brother who lives with him after getting divorced and had nothing, and after several years still has nothing. He wines about not getting the ladies, cries about never having money and takes advantage of everyone in his life, mooching off everyone to get by in life. The same could be said about you Alan."

Joe wets his lips.

"You have done nothing in the UWL. You have defeated no one in the UWL. People say I can't win the big match, man you lose even the smallest of matches around here. You talk a big game but have nothing to back up your claims. At this point Frank Washington could very easily be crowned as the Charlie Harper of the group especially if he beats Caleb Hart for the Heritage title. Frank has everything going for him. He won the number one contenders match and appears to be moving up the ladder in the UWL unlike you. You strut around here like you matter. Like you are something. You act like people should take you serious. Like we should watch our backs around you....oh wait that part is true especially in the shower. I seen you rubbing your hands together getting this crazed look on your face going "I've got him! I've got Double J Joe Jones right where I want him! He is mine now!" Then you asked how can I win when Dumb and Dumber can interfere in the match and let's be honest here Alan, they will interfere in the match and it's all legal like. Why don't we just call this match what it will be. a 3 on 1."

Joe shifts his weight a bit and has this look on his face like he has something he wants to say but is unsure if he should.

"Don't worry. Nanook won't be at ring side. It's not that the big fella is scared or afraid of you and your clowns, it's because he can't. He's a big man with years of wear and tear on him and his weight isn't helping his condition any. Medically he can't get into a situation where he can get hurt more than he already is. But...I can't help but wonder why you have such an ax to grind against me. For someone who has never done anything against you, you are real crossed at me. Another reason why you are so like Alan Harper."

Joe crosses his arms.

"Was it because I rejected you Alan? Was it because you came to me wanting me to join your little cult and I declined that offer? Is that it? You're awful bitter Alan. Man the more I think of it you are Alan Harper and no you can't borrow my car either Alan. I just had it detailed."

Joe slowly shakes his head.

"No holds barred. Anything goes. Go ahead and bring your two running buddies along with you. Drag Frank Washington down to the ring and let's make this 4 on 1. Stack the odds in your favor as much as you can. Bring all the tables and chairs and ladders to the ring. Get a shopping cart and load that son of a bitch up and wheel it to the ring. Do what ever you need to do to make you get that warm fuzzy feeling in your chest that will make you believe you've got this match, no problem! Because all of that won't matter. Ask Brooks how that worked for him last week. Much like that proposal you made to me begging me to join your little club.......I will break your little heart once again and leave you disappointed. I will find a win to win. Watch the tape from last week and look at how I won the match, that I had no shot in winning."

FTB.