Post by Steve Sinclair on Jan 23, 2016 1:13:49 GMT
For the second time in the month of January the UWL has had to call in the show stopper.
The big guy
The guy who packs the house
Cash Money Player
The Bad Ass One
James Kelloggs has made his second trip to Tokyo and this time the UWL put him in a money match and being the ultimate prize fighter that he is, he is all business. As soon as he stepped off the plane it was crush of media all looking to get a glimpse of James Kelloggs. James being the big ticket draw he is in his element and handles the demands of the media better than anyone else in the UWL.
Stepping out of the terminal in blue jeans, button down shirt, aviator glasses and a fedora hat and some bling on his fingers the Bad Ass One holds his one hand up as the media gathers around him.
”Firstly!” James says as flashbulbs from Iphones light up his face. ”I would like to send a thank you out to the UWL for the private jet they sent for me for this special event that is going to happen tomorrow night a skip jump and throw from here when I, the Bad Ass James Kelloggs puts a epic beat down on Ron Hamilton and walk out with the Prestige Championship slung over this shoulder right here!” James says as he pats his right shoulder.
”But if I had one complaint about my flight it’s that this was a long flight from Vegas, my home town in a Cessna M2. I am a learjet kind of guy but I am here and that is all that matters!” James says as he looks to each and every member of the media.
”Secondly, I asked for a redhead. As you know Valentine's days is right around the corner and I was in the mood for a splash of red but the blonde was okay, if anything it reminded me that spring is right around the corner as the winter in the north east has been cold and their getting pounded with a couple of feet of snow as we speak. In all fairness, my escort for the flight was very easy on the eyes and that is all that matter for she put me in the mood, in the mood to not take it easy on Ron Hamilton as let’s face it, he has had a easy ride as the Prestige Champion so far in his brief stint as the champion and I promise you, this stint of his will be brief. It will over before he can say “I just got my ass handed to me by James Kelloggs!” This trip to Japan, to Tokyo just isn’t about seeing how much love the UWL can shower on me, It isn’t about skimping on my jet or saving this tour of Japan that so far, except for the date in which I faced Sunday Night Heat has been a complete nightmare for the UWL! You people beg for 11 months for the UWL to return to Japan, the UWL gives in knowing full well of the great expense it has in transporting the talent here and putting them up in second rate motels and feeding them noodles every day just to save a couple of dimes because the ticket sales are lagging. Thank god Showtime, the fine folks at Showtime know what a great drawing card I am, and they urged the UWL to book me. “Save this tour Jay!” I think were their exact words. So for the second time this month, you people are treated to the Bad Ass One stepping on these shores and getting in that ring and putting on a wrestling clinic, a clinic that I don’t have to remind you is like none other you have ever seen nor will you until I return here and if that is ever going to happen, you better have my Learjet fueled up, fully stocked and ready to go! No damn Cessna is going to cut it! GOT IT!” James points at the media members in the front of the pile that have engulfed him.
”Thirdly! I am here to rescue the Prestige Championship! The Championship Committee have seen the errors of their ways by putting this joke of a wrestler Ron Hamilton, someone who is contracted for every UWL show and fails to keep those dates, near the Prestige Championship. Let’s face it, He was the pawn in that title match against Billy Danielson. You can tell by the booking that it was Billy’s title to win and the young whippersnapper, well he ain’t me! He ain’t the Bad Ass One! With a premium contract for premium money and he clearly choked! Now we have this situation in which they have someone who clearly…..” James drives that point home by pointing in several cameras again.
”Clearly can’t cut it as the Prestige Champion. Ron Hamilton is a failure. A complete and utter failure as the Prestige Champion and I am here to fix that! Pronto! Allow me, for one second to speak to Ron Hamilton.”
James removes his aviator shades and looks right into the camera directly in front of him.
”Ron Hamilton! Bitch! You better have my title! You BETTER not have left it in that pub of yours in England because if you did! After I kick your ass here tomorrow night at Access Denied! I will get back on my jet and make a b line to London and burn that damn pub to the ground and take what is RIGHTFULLY MINE! If you think you’re going to show up empty handed in an attempt to keep that belt in your grubby little hands….”
James takes a step back. He looks down at the floor and shakes his head and removes his fedora hat and glares into the same camera again, his face turning red.
”MOFO! I’m telling you right here and NOW! That sh*t will piss me off even more! If I see you out in that ring without MY title…..bitch I am going to beat you down like I have never beat anyone else! It will very easily be ranked as the biggest beatdown in UWL history and as you know that history runs ten years deeps and there has been a ass beating or two in those ten years but if you don’t have my belt! What I will do to you will eclipse them by leaps and bounds! It’ll be so bad! Ronnie! That Showtime will have to censor it, I will force them to cut away from it and this is a network that shows naked ladies! Full frontal nudity and the beating I will give you will be too much for them! I promise you this! That Prestige Title is coming home with me! Right after the show! In my jet! To Vegas! VEGAS BABY! Where I will party and celebrate, a party so big that only one place in the WORLD can hold this party and that place is Vegas! Oh yeah! You know this! I know this! These people here know this! That belt is mine and there is nothing you can do Ronnie to stop it from happening! When the Bad Ass One wants something, he gets it! So Ronnie!”
James puts his fedora hat back on. He adjusts it. He slides his Aviator glasses back on. He cocks his head to the side and leans in towards the camera that is directly in front of him.
”You’re not going to be a big fan of my golden nuts and honey after tomorrow night. In fact you won’t be a big fan of breakfast anymore after tomorrow night bitch. And that is because the Bad Ass…..” James pops his shirt. ”James Kelloggs is going to ruin you, ruin your career and put an end to this farce championship reign you have. Tomorrow night everything changes in the UWL. Got it? Good! Now get out my way you bunch of bitches! The Bad Ass One needs to get to his hotel suite and prepare for the beating of all beatings I’m about to dish out!”
James shoves the camera out of his way and makes his way through the media.
Fade out.