vs SNH

Sunday, January 3rd, 2016

11:25 AM

Las Vegas.


The buzzing of one's cell phone vibrate causes it to slides across the top of the table till a hand reaches out and picks it up.


”Sup whore?” Seems like a normal greeting but when you’re the Bad Ass One, it is a proper greeting. It’s the voice of James Kelloggs. ”I’m having breakfast. You know it’s the most important meal of the day! What’s that? What am I having? For breakfast? I’m having a meal from abroad. Italy actually. Yeah bro I’m eating italian for breakfast. What’s that? Well damn bitch you’re like mumbling and sh*t! Take the dicks out of your f*cking mouth motherf*cker. No need to get butthurt. I don’t give a sh*t what time it is in Tokyo, UWL said it didn’t need me so I stayed here and right now I’m fully enjoying my breakfast. I’m really lapping it up. Sh*t tastes wonderful, so wonderful that I’m going to have seconds which I normally wouldn’t say you do at breakfast even though it’s the most important meal of the day and overeating in the morning will wreck your appetite the rest of the day but I’m telling you, this sh*t is soo good I’m going back for seconds. Hell I just might have it for lunch too. I now know why they are so happy in Italy, it’s the good food.


We still don’t see the Bad Ass James Kelloggs, we only hear him and we can only see the table that the phone was on.


”I might have to move there and take in more of the homegrown cooking from over there. So listen, my meal is getting cold and I can’t have that happen, so why you call me bitch? I see. Well that is mighty white of them. I will. Yeah. Oh don’t you worry about that I’ll be there. I always wanted some real to god fresh sushi from Japan you know. Yeah yeah okay. What’s that? What am I eating? Oh you want some too? I doubt you can find this stuff where you are. Okay settle down you little bitch. Listen, I’m having…...hmmm…..hold on.”


We see James cup his phone and lower near the table.


”Bae? Bae? What’s your name?”


”You forget my name again?” A female with a deep Italian accent says.


”Normally no, but you have blown my f*cking mind.”


”It’s Valentina.”


”Ah yes, Valentina. How could I forget?” James says and he put the phone back to his ear. ”I’m eating Valentina. She is delicious. Yeah yeah you jealous bastard. “


James drops the cell phone on the table as the scene fades out.


Some time later in the lobby of the hotel James calls home while in Vegas. He has his bags for his trip to Tokyo resting on the marble floor next to him as he waits for the bellhop to take his bags when his limo shows up.


”So the UWL has finally decided to test faith again. The UWL has finally grown a set worthy of being called a real man and finally have gave the fans what they really want, what they really have paid all of their hard earned yens to see and that’s not Craig Williams taking on little Billy Danielson. They ain’t packing what ever hell hole the UWL has booked to see the Bionic Rednecks either. Nah, they might have to relocate this venue once word gets out in Tokyo that the Bad Ass One is on his way to the land of the rising sun! Now the UWL can call this tour of Japan a success. James Kelloggs is on the way to save the day, pad the bottom line and bag some cute little Jap chicks because for the first time in a long time, something else from America is dropping in on them to rock their world and it’s going to move that whole Island further away from China then what that earthquake did a couple of years back! I don’t care who I’m booked against because it doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is that I am booked and I’m marching down that ramp and owning that ring cuz next Saturday night under the bright lights, through the pouring of all of the women at ring side tossing their panties into the ring, you only need to know one thing.”


“It’s James Kelloggs time! I should be getting top billing in this joint and the run of Heat and his claim on the Triple Crown Title ends Saturday night when the Bad Ass One bitch slaps him all over that dirty nasty arena! After this match, after I destroy Sunday Night Heat on Saturday night, when I bring the heat, the skills to amaze and leave you slack jawed in the ring looking up at the lights, they only damn thing the fine people of Tokyo are going to demand and rightfully so, is when I, the Bad Ass James Kelloggs schools that bitch Craig Williams and take those belts from him. The beating I’m going to dish out on you Heat, is going to be so epic, so intense, so devastating….”


The bellhop comes over and picks up Jame’s bags. ”Your limo is here sir.” He says and starts to walk away with his bags.


”It will be customary for the people to hand over to me their 18 year old daughters out of respect. It will be my honor. I’m coming you bunch of bitches. I’m the Bad Ass James Kelloggs….”


He starts to walk towards the door.


”And I’m not for breakfast anymore!”


Fade out.