Post by Steve Sinclair on May 29, 2015 16:56:20 GMT
Somewhere in NAPA Valley Double J Joe Jones is all dressed up. Wearing his best “Sea Urchin” colored Seaconnect check copper shirt with tie, a pair of “Jetty Red” Saltwash Twill Island pants from Vineyard Vines and his trusty pair of flip flops as he sits on this deck at this little rustic bistro that overlooks the valley so you can watch the grapes grow in northern California. He has spent the week with Rayne touring the wineries of the valley and tasting some of the best the region has to offer. Today Joe has settled on some Cabernet Sauvignon 2006 Cardinale. A nice full flavor wine to get him ready for when he wins the UWL TV title.
”After a sweet sweet little victory last week at Grand Voyage, Rayne and myself decided to spend a couple of days here. In lovely Northern Cali checking out some of the best wines in the area and let me tell you guys, because I know there are a few of you who want to know. When it comes to wine and picking out the differences between all of them, Rayne, much how she is in that ring, in the world of wine tasting and wine drinking, is at the top of the game. The best of the best. Girl knows her shit. The other night we finished off this bottle of….” Joe swirls his glass around in his hand at the moment, letting it breathe. ”I forget what it was called, all I know it cost me five hundred bucks. We polished off that bottle with our dinner much how we polished off Team UWL last week.”
Joe takes a sip from his wine glass.
”This is my last glass. I promise. Time to put the bubbly down and get down to business and don’t let this….” Joe looks at the view off of the deck. He takes it in for a second or two, he’s been there for a while now. He takes another sip of the wine, looking like a douchebag wine expert as he does. You know you hate those guys.
”Don’t let what you currently see confuse you or lead you into believing that Rayne and I have been two couch potatoes this week. There is a allot to see, eat and drink around here.” Joe gives a toast with his wine glass. ”But trust me Rayne and I, have been hitting the gym this week. Surprisingly there are some nice world class gyms around here. They don’t look like the slums of Silverback ghetto gym and I’ll admit, It’s kinda hard to take a gym seriously when they have a guy walking around asking if you would like a glass of wine with your workout but the two of us, we got all hot and sweaty ourselves this week too. Maybe not like how Autumn Raven and Phoenix Winterborn get all hot and sweaty but we worked on our abs too.”
Another sip of wine and Joe can’t help but smirk.
”It took all week but what is left of Team UWL finally poked their heads out from under the blankets and I almost swear they had the same script. We weaselled into a win. Cory was the last line of defense, you’re right Joe and for the record, I’m always right and then of course there was the whole, There is no way you’ll win this week Joe.”
Joe sets his glass down and crosses his legs and leans back in his chair. He swivels around to face the valley again and places his fist under his chin for a second or two.
”I think I heard that last week too. So tell me oh great one, How did that turn out for you last week? What was that? Yeah that’s right bitches, you two lost much like how I said you two would lose. You know, at first I thought the UWL had their panties all in a bunch booking in a match that should be two on one when you think about it. Two members of Team UWL versus one guy from Team Empire. It should be a beat down from the get go but….but….it won’t.”
Joe picks up his wine glass and takes a quick sip.
”This is why Team UWL will fail. The five of you can stand in that ring side by side and pledge your allegiance to Jay Jefferson all you want. You can paint yourself up green and black, get matching tattoos, wear the same outfits and get some catchy T shirts made up all you want because in the end it will not matter. You five will fail. The UWL is doomed simply because you five are not on the same page. It was bad enough for Jay and his nightmare that he’s being over ruled and ran out of the city when Bowers had to fight Caleb last week leaving his two biggest bullets out of the chamber. That was bad enough but the second and I mean the second that match was over with, fellow Team UWL member Cory Chevelle made his nature known in wanting a shot for that Triple Crown title, and now here we are, a week later and another fellow Team UWL member wants what her “teammate” has and wants to be a three time UWL TV champion.”
Joe laughs and circles around in his chair.
”Oh I point this out and the best part everyone is like, “Just shut the hell Joe, you’re stupid!” Ohhhh” Joe chuckles some more. ”I don’t know how we lost last week.” Joe says mockingly.
”I wish Rayne could be here for this. Oh man. By the way to the stalkers out there watching this. She flew home to get the kid and I know she has a beat down in store for my old buddy Hot Stuff. You know while I’m on the topic of Shawn, my good old buddy old pal. Shame to see you lost a couple hundred steps. EVS? Seriously? Dude, come on I watched you defeat a freaking bear once.”
Joe finishes his glass off and sets it down on the glass table top. He has about another glass left in the bottle and he eyes it.
”I can picture Jay right now in his office sitting at his desk his hands buried in the palms of his hands, maybe Nanook is on line one, two and three, the phone just flashing away and he made a match in which should be by all purpose nothing more than a beat down on me but will turn into me walking out with the UWL TV title. Jay has the right idea, just the wrong cards in his hands. I wouldn’t be surprised to see him a thin on top tomorrow night. Maybe he’s rocks a comb over. That would only put a exclamation mark on the denial the UWL is in right now. Soon one of it’s championship titles will be in the hands of the enemy and the two block heads they set to the firing line, don’t get it.”
Joe leans forward in his chair and is leaning on the table.
”We won last week because of chaos and this week I’ll be walking out with that TV title because Cory has his mind on bigger prizes. He wants blood for sure, just not mine. Oh he puts on a strong front and talks a big game but out of the three of us in this match, out of anyone in Team UWL, I know Cory. I know that when Cory gets something in his head, when he spots something he wants, he really wants, he doesn’t give two shits about anything else till he gets his hands on what he wants. I’ve seen it in the CWA, the CWF, the ESW. Cory would rather drop that TV title in the trash if it meant he could get his hands on Caleb Hart. I mean, Frank must be really working on him off camera but I see right through it. Cory Chevelle has never been a company man. He’s pissed on the front door of every company he’s been in. The only company he bleeds for is Team Chevelle. He might say he’s all about the Green and Black….”
Joe picks up the bottle of bubbly.
”Cory is all about the black and blues….handing them out that is. Much like Nanook, I betcha Frank has been in the ear of Jay and they have made some sort of deal. You can’t kid a kidder Cory. You can drop this whole “I’m in love with the UWL right now it hurts me” act.” Joe pours the last of the wine out into his glass. ”We both know you don’t care what the outcome of this so called war is. You see a opening to slide into the Triple Crown title scene and that is what you’re doing. You are a prize fighter and that is the biggest prize the UWL has, Caleb Hart is the biggest head to mount on the wall and you’ll kill yourself in achieving that.”
Joe takes a sip of the last glass of wine. He leans back in his chair, swivels around to face the valley again and crosses his legs.
”And I can say this because...well I can and this isn’t the wine talking. You’ll probably do what Bowers failed to do. I speak from the heart just now. No bullshit or padding you on the back just so I can sit back and watch you fail. If anyone outside of me in the UWL can defeat Caleb Hart.”
Another sip.
And Nascar Billy, it’s you Cory and I’ll be more than happy to take that burden called the UWL TV title off of your hands. Let me take that dead weight off of your back, free you up so you can focus 100% on Caleb Hart and the Triple Crown Championship. You’re going to need a clear mind and a path to Pure Aggression that isn’t cluttered with distractions like TV title matches, number one contenders nibbling on your ear crying that they want their title match they earned.”
Joe spins around and leans on the table with his arms.
”I’m here for you Cory.” Joe places his hand over his heart. ”I want you to go on and beat up Bowers, take him out of the picture, stomp his ass into a hole in the ground somewhere so there is no one in the UWL who will dare speak up and say “Hey! What about me? I want a match against Caleb too!” In fact Cory! I like you. I want to see you susceed. I will talk to Billy about his whole Mine thing and I’ll get him to cool off on wanting to face Caleb. I’ll talk to him and then I’ll go one step further, just for you buddy. I’ll take care of Alan Christopher. I owe him one for bring in Steve Sinclair and I’m glad he’s back in the UWL because I have a bone to pick with him.”
Joe glances down at his leg, the leg Steve broke.
”Maybe two but I’ll give Alan a reason to forget about Caleb Hart for the next month so you can have Caleb all for yourself. Don’t worry about Rayne, she’ll be too busy winning the Next Level Tournament to be tinkering around with you or Caleb. I’ll get with Pierce and Valour, don’t worry about them either. You just focus on getting those big old mits of yours, focus on wrapping them around Caleb’s neck and squeezing the life out of him. That is what I want you to see, to envision. I want nothing more than you to be the next UWL Triple Crown Champion! I mean that! I’m driving the bandwagon Cory. The Chevelle bus to victory lane! I believe in you Cory!”
Joe points into the camera.
”Go do what you do best, fuck people up and go fuck up Caleb Hart!”
Joe slaps the top of the table to drive home his point. He slowly leans back in his chair, picks up his wine glass and turns towards the view of the valley.
”As for Autumn Raven…..she’s just a bitter old cunt. Go fuck yourself.”
As Joe takes a sip of his wine…..fade out.