#82

”I can’t believe that he even agreed to this!” Says one very happy Nanook. He is along with being Nascar Billy’s manager, he is also Joe Jones’s manager and he has a busy week ahead of him.


Joe Jones ”I’m not.” Joe says as he is tying his sneakers getting ready to hit the street of Knoxville for his morning jog. They are at some park just out of side of the State of Tennessee university.


”How you figure?” Nanook asks. And as you can guess, he’s not going for a jog himself unless that is a jog to Waffle House.


Joe Jones ”I think deep down he knows he can’t beat Hardcore Comley in the semi’s and who ever comes out of the Billy Bowers match I think will ultimately win the whole thing so, he knows starting next week he’ll have to starts thinking about those tag belts some more.” Joe stands up and does some quick stretches.


Nanook ”You don’t think Comley will win the whole thing?”


Joe stops from twisting and looks at his old friend like he has three eyeballs or something. He shakes his head.


Joe Jones ”huh...no. That guy has gotten off to a good start in the old UWL, hell of a start and has really opened eyes around here. But that little run he’s on will come to an end in the finals. I don’t think that’s a knock on him, he should feel proud about what he is about to do. He’s going to defeat Shadows and come up short in the finals against two guys who want that cup more than life itself. Both of those guys are more determined that’s all. Besides.”


Joe finishes stretching and he is standing out rocking some purple running under armour leggings and a matching super skin tight shirt and is topped off with some New Balance neon green, I mean really bright ass neon green running shoes. His leggings are so tight Nanook has to keep averting his eyes.


Joe Jones ”You can’t win them all. Even Caleb losses now and then. And I should know that better than anyone.”


Joe winks. He then picks up his water bottle for his run. Nanook sighs and rolls eyes.


Nanook ”Really? You still have those blasted things?”


Joe looks at his water bottle like it is no big deal.


Joe Jones ”What? It like holds like a half gallon of water. I need to stay hydrated you know. And I have a case of these things still.”


Nanook ”I’ll buy you a new one. You can’t go out jogging with one of those! You’ll make people wonder about you. Besides, we are at the college, what if someone gets a crazy idea and...you know, attacks you.”


Joe takes a sip from his water bottle. It’s in the shape of a penis if you couldn’t figure it out and they way Joe takes a sip from it makes Nanook shakes his head and look away.


Joe Jones ”Well I hope he’s cute then. Maybe I’ll enjoy it.”


Nanook taps out. He can’t take no more. He shakes his head and walks away mumbling to himself ”Seriously? why me? Why did I sign up for this…”


Joe laughs and picks up this strap, he ties it around his “water bottle” and slings it over his shoulder so it dangles down his back and goes off for his morning jog.





Some time later, with the Tennessee River in the background Joe Jones is takes a sip from his “water bottle” and some of it splashes on his face. He wipes it off with the back of his hand and is all sweaty from his jog.


”This is the big master plan that Brandon Shadows came up with? Me….a former multi time World Champion. The current reigning tag team champions from two other federations with reigns as champions so long that Guinness World records are blown away by how long I have remained the champion. The name on everyone’s mind and lips going up against the mentally handicapped in a mask. Shadows is sending his cousin who as far as I know as never stepped foot in the ring to go up against the guy who ended Caleb Hart’s Heritage run.”


Joe raises one eyebrow and nods.


”Might as well book that tag team title match at Grand Voyage Shadows because from where I stand, Durrican’t is about to get schooled real quick why this is a man’s sport. Durrican’t is going to learn first hand from laying on his back why the UWL isn’t a place for green horns. I don’t care how big that oaf is. I don’t care how much he outweighs me. I will dance circle around him. I’m going to quickly strike him down, chop him down to size and when that big bastard is on his knees…

Joe smirks. ”If he wasn’t wearing a mask that would be great for me.”


Joe laughs and shrugs.


”When that bastard is on his knees looking up at me, you’ll know Brandon that there won’t be a single thing he can do about it. You’re first line of defense that is suppose to prevent you from defending those UWL Tag Team titles…..”


Joe takes another sip from his water bottle.


”Is going to go fall quicker than the Berlin wall when Reagan ordered for it to fall and I should know because I was there to watch it when I was just a little kid. I was there with my mom holding her hand. She had this tight grip on my little hand, she held it so tightly that it hurt. I wanted to cry out but I didn’t because I knew we were in the death strip and at any second we could have been shot to death right then and there. But Momma was determined to see that I get my freedom and when there was a small opening in that wall…..Mom passed me through to my dad’s open arms. Hell of a way to meet your dad by the way.”


Joe pauses for a second as he gets a flashback to that day. He takes a step back and quickly pushes that out of his mind as he doesn’t like talking about his childhood. He looks up at the camera.


”Durrican’t is that wall between Team Empire and those UWL Tag Team titles. I’m the younger, sexier Ronald Reagan and I’m busting out my sledge hammer and busting up that wall. You won’t be able to hide behind your cousin for much longer Brandon. Team Empire, we’re coming for those tag belts. You can’t stop us. No matter how many walls you throw up in front of us, we’ll knock them down every time. We’re going to chase you from the shadows. Hunt you down and send you into extinction starting with you Durrican’t and I know your simple mind can’t understand that, but you can….”


Joe takes one more sip from his “water bottle”


”Consider yourself warned.”


Fade out.