Post by Steve Sinclair on Nov 13, 2015 22:07:03 GMT
”First off……”
Fade in to see The BadAss James Kelloggs standing outside the Westville Pub in Asheville NC up against the brick building wearing shades, a white wife beater and black jeans and Doc Martins. His hair is slicked back and his hands are in his pants pocket.
”This is the rare occasion in which I will admit that I, James Kelloggs. The Badass one, the breakfast treat your mom yearns for, the mid afternoon snack that your girlfriend can’t wait for and the three course meal your wife devours night after night might have come off a little….how do I say this? Harsh. Perhaps that was the alcohol talking. Maybe the outcome of my match against Reggie fueled my outrage, influenced my tongue against one Broseidon. Thinking back to the other night, maybe…..” James holds his one hand up. ”Maybe Broseidon didn’t deserve the wrath I unleashed on him. It wasn’t his fault. He stepped on a landmine and it exploded all over his face. You could say we got off on the wrong foot and I totally get his reaction towards me. I get it. You could even say I had it coming.”
James slides his hand back in his pocket.
”Normally Bro I’m not like that. Normally Bro, I’m a easygoing outstanding member of the UWL community. That complete dickhead you saw in the club with the two bitches with the big titties that I had in my face all night long speaking ill of you, saying sh*t like how I was going to turn you into Catlyn Jenner isn’t me. I’m kinda ashamed of that behavior. Perhaps I have a problem. Maybe I drink too much. Maybe I f*ck smoking hot playboy models too much and I might admire my cock a little too much but let’s be honest for a second. It’s the biggest thing about me next to my ego and my ego edges out the size of member ever so slightly. So Bro. Listen. I appreciate the sentiment. I fully understand why you would want to team up with me for the Coronation Cup and in all honesty, you and I, we would crush it. We would kill it no doubt and I shouldn’t have been so harsh on you. You’re new to the UWL. You are making your debut and just want to make a big impression and maybe make a new friend along the way. Lord knows you can never have enough buddies in this business and since I was in a foul mood and came off a bit strong, I just want to take this moment before our match, the match that opens up the show, the show that will set the tone for everyone there and draw viewers in on Showtime, I just want to say that I am sorry I was such a dick towards you.”
James shrugs.
”My bad bro.”
James runs his hand through his hair.
”I forget that from time to time I will run into kids who are big fans of mine. I forget that people out there, boys and girls, Guys and gals, the young, the old, the short and the tall, the skinny and the obese look up to me as their idol. As their hero. I forget that someone like you Bro will place me on a pedestal and hold me in high regard because I am so awesome. I should have been nicer to you, after all you seem like a big fan of mine but Bro, I don’t know how else to say this. As much as you think you are going to win your first match here in the UWL, it will be you who will get the free three second tan. God knows I need to start wearing sunscreen on my back from the lights overhead beating down on my back when I pin another sucker for the win. But hey kid. You seem like a bright smart little bug eyed bitch so I’m sure you’ll get that first W next week, but this week, The BadAss one…..He is on a mission to win some gold here in the UWL because we all know bitches, they like the gold. You see the tail I get now just imagine the kind of gold diggers I can score with 20 pounds of it wrapped around my waist. So Bro!”
A limo pulls up in front of the Westville pub and the driver climbs out of the limo and makes his way around to the rear of the car where he opens the door.
”Just remember it’s nothing personal when I beat ya tomorrow night. No hard feelings Bro. I just got to do what I just got to do to show all of the bitches in the UWL who the next Champion is going to be. Maybe, if you want, I’ll take you out after words and show you a good time. I’ll even throw you some of my scraps. Hell the ones I reject are ten times better than what you are used too. Peace.”
James climbs into the limo and the drivers shuts the door.
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