#92

It’s really late Saturday night and at this point you might as well say it’s Sunday morning. After his win over Odyssey and Winterborn, and getting warned by Jay to walk the straight and narrow, he caught the red eye back to NYC…


Back home….


Back in the welcoming arms of Kenny…..


The plane touches down at JFK and that means only one thing for Joe. He’s a train ride away from home. 30 minutes at best if there are no delays. 30 minutes from Kenny…….


30 minutes from Kenny holding him.

Hugging him.

Kissing him.

Maybe something else…..


As Joe steps off the plane and checks his phone to see if his luggage is at pick up he stops dead in his tracks.


”The fuck?”


”Hi Joe! How was your flight?” Timmy says. UWL camera man Timmy. He somehow beat Joe to NYC all the way from California. Joe took the first flight out. How was this possible. He stands there dumbfounded.


“Timmy? How in the hell….” Joe begins to ask as he tries to work out in his mind how this happened.


”Oh Nanook told me you were heading back home when you were done with your fight so I left before the show and here I am.”


“Why?”


”So I can get your post match reaction and your thoughts about your match next week. Did you see what Dick Head said about you on the show?”


Joe crosses his arms. He’s thinking if this is crossing the line and if Timmy is a stalker. “Like now?”


”I want to capture it on film as raw as it can be. I want the true emotion of it all.”


Joe shakes his finger at Timmy. “You’re scaring me Timmy. How about we do this later.”


”But later it won’t be the same. Later you will have time to think about it and you’ll have different thoughts on the match.”


“True.”


”It’ll just take a couple of minutes.”


“I hear that’s what Richard says to the women he pays.” Joe says he starts to walk. Timmy is right by his side pointing the camera up at him.


“Fine. But only this time Timmy. You got that? Don’t you ever pull this on me again.”


”Okay.”


Joe takes a deep breath and collects his thoughts. “Once again Winterborn talked a big game. Once again Winterborn made promises he couldn’t keep and once again Winterborn was left wondering what just happened when that bell rang and I was declared the victor. I saw him on the outside of the ring, holding his head in shame. You can see it across his face, how did this happen again? How?” Joe chuckles *”It’s simple knucklehead. This isn’t Japan anymore and you’re in the big sea that is the UWL where you either sink or swim.”[/font]


”Next week at Pure…..wait. Let’s talk about the apology.”


“Timmy, you need to have your questions ready to go guy. The apology? What about it?”


”What were you feeling when you stood out there and said you’re sorry.”


“Hoping that this is the end of it and I hope I never have to talk about it again.”


”Do you think Jay bought it?”


“I’m sure he was standing there thinking that it was all BS coming out of my mouth. But you know something Timmy? Time will tell if I meant any of the words that were coming out of my mouth. Unlike Winterborn, when I say something, I mean it, like when I said I was going to beat him and Odyssey here tonight. I meant it. When I say that Team Empire is dead. I mean it. Here is something else that I mean as well. When I walk through this airport to get my luggage to head on home and see the true love of my life Kenny and maybe get some head…...When I say I will defeat both Ashley Williams and Richard Head. You better believe that that will happen.”


”Did you hear what Richard said after his match?”


“I did.”


”And?”


“Jonas. How cute. If that was a verbal slap across the face then he whiffed. It’s going to take more than a wise talking schmuck calling me Jonas to make me shake in my boots. He tends to think that if he gives everyone little cute nicknames that it’ll score him points with the fans and it’ll somehow get under ones skin and throw them off their game. I’ve been called far worse than Jonas.”


”He seems very confident about winning this match.”


Joe shrugs. “Guess he could. So far the scraps they have been feeding him, he has beaten them all. He’s undefeated in the UWL and he’s probably thinking, Yeah I’ve got this. I’ll run the tables and that will be that. You know who else started out on a winning streak?”


”Who?”


“Hardkore Comely. Where is he now? He couldn’t beat Kris Slade and let’s face it, everyone beats him. Soon and put an underscore under that word, soon. Richard will have a chalk mark in the lost column and do you know who will be placing that chalk mark there?”


”Who?”[/font]


“This guy and that is a fact. He won’t have that stupid smug look on his face this time next Saturday. I promise you that.”


”What about Ashley Williams?”


“Ah yes. Little fresh face, fresh from rehab Ashley Williams. The worst Prestige champion the UWL has ever seen and correct me if I am wrong as I wasn’t really paying attention to her and that belt at the time, but she was the very first Prestige champion yeah?”


”I’m going to have to google that.”


“I think Jay himself would have to google that, that’s how awesome of a champion she was. New belt, started off by someone who just didn’t care about it. I chuckled and I remember this when Billy called her a paper champion that no one cared about. Here she is, back with a vengeance, right out of rehab I’m assuming and what is the first thing she does? She runs her mouth about my partner Rayne. Rayne, who without even trying has accomplished more in this sport than Ashley Williams could do in two life times and an endless supply of coke. I know one thing, before that bell rings I will ask the ref to check her for razor blades. There is no telling what residue is on those things. I’m not getting fucked up because we have a junkie in the ring. And how do we really know that she is clean? I’m not taking that bitches word over it. Better check her bags for pain killers because she’ll be wanting them when this match is over with.”


Joe stops and faces Timmy.


“There is one thing you don’t do Ashley and that is run your whore mouth about my friends especially Rayne. You’re little whore ass is going to get a beating this week simply because you opened that mouth of yours and showed the world your crackhead smile and threw some garbage out there to get a reaction. Well congratulations you got a reaction but it’s not the one you hoped for and you’re about to pay for it. You might think you’re the first female of wrestling in the UWL but I’m going to show you why I’m the nastiest bitch of them all. I’ll scratch your eyeballs out honey and that isn’t just the start. Don’t bother making that dentist appointment to get your teeth fixed, I’ll be removing them for you Saturday night. When I get done slamming you around that ring and slapping you across the face with Dick when I pick that dump bastard up, you’ll regret that day you ever mentioned that name of Rayne.”


”Joey?”


Joe’s head snaps around. Meeting him at the airport is Kenny.


“Sweet jesus….”


Joe runs towards Kenny, leaps and Kenny catches him. Joe wraps his legs around Kenny’s waist and caresses Kenny’s face before they lock lips. Timmy spins the camera around to shot himself.


”And those are the first words in this triple threat match this week at Pure Aggression. This is Timmy for the UWL signing off. Peace!”


Timmy holds up the peace sign before switching the camera off.


Fade out.