Post by Steve Sinclair on Jan 31, 2016 16:22:12 GMT
Looking out the window of his suite at the Hyatt Regency hotel in Long Beach California looking at the ocean while Scoping on Periscope. The Bad Ass is wearing his silk robe as breakfast is being wheeled in in the background. The Bad Ass turns and looks at the guy wheeling in the cart.
”Thank bro! Appreciate it.” he says. He then points to the night stand by the bed and it’s then we see that the Bad Ass isn’t alone as he has a female companion curled up under the sheets in bed. ”Hey! There’s a Benjamin right there for ya buddy.”
“Thank you sir….” The service attendant says as he takes a couple of steps over to the nightstand by the bed to pick up his tip. He eyes dart between the money and the honey in the bed. James spots this.
”You like that?” He asks. The attendant, a young kid maybe fresh outta highschool smiles. ”Yeah me too buddy. Top shelf right there. Save your money and maybe one day you can sample some of that.”
The kid is slightly embarrassed. He picks up his money and bows for some unknown reason and exits the room. James taps on his screen to switch views and we see the Prestigious Prestige World Champion’s face in the early morning on Periscope.
”Yeah yeah you bunch of bitches, I ain’t showing you sh*t so go troll around on someone’s scope you bunch of neanderthals. F*ck off open boob douchebag. You know what? You don’t deserve to be in the same web space as the Bad Ass One so….”
James taps the screen and blocks a few dozen people. He makes his way over to the cart and picks up his tray of breakfast and returns to the table by the window that overlooks the ocean. As James sets stuff up he is reading the comments on the screen.
”What do I think of Jessica? Is that what that garble was? She’s a lovely lady but nowhere nears as lovely as Bae over there. Now let me tell you something. That Bae over there, she’s a pro. I feel like a billion bucks today. Yeah I tell you what.”
James sets his phone down on the table top and removes the lid to his breakfast to reveal pancakes and bacon, some fruit, OJ, coffee.
”Yeah I saw that! That bitch Tyler Raptor lost to the big bad silverback Cory Chevelle….you know what? Hold on bitches. Here we go.”
James picks up his phone and starts to tap on the screen.
”Yeah, check this out bitches. Shout out to Cory on twitter….yeah….check it out and like this mofo you bunch of bitches. Shout out to at Cory for beating up Tyler Raptor last night. Guess he’s not Prestigious Prestige World Champion material like I am.”
James sets his phone back down
”I doubt I’ll hear from that bitch again. Mister waltz in the UWL and win 2 matches thinking you’re all of that! Yeah bitch! Got your ass stomped by the Silverback! Better go back to the kiddie pool with your little pink floaties for all care.”
James pours some fresh maple syrup on his pancakes as he reads more comments on the screen.
”When am I going to defend the belt? Seriously? I just f*cking got it. Ah you bitch...you know what I was going to wait to announce this but since you bunch of bitches are crying for it, yeah I’m going to defend the belt, next week in fact! What? No not against Duke Taylor! Who is Duke Taylor anyways? What has Duke Taylor ever done in life to even be in the same ring as the Prestigious Prestige World Championship let alone get a shot at it? I’ll tell you what, nothing! That’s what! Nah bitch, I’m going to put on a wrestling display of just how f*cking great I am! I am going to showcase myself Saturday night, 6 f*cking days from now at how just f8cking superior I am compared to everyone else in the UWL! You see, Not only am I going to face this Duke Taylor reject, Ron Hamilton’s playmate, his wing man, another waste of payroll dollars for the UWL, but I am also going to defend the UWL Prestigious Prestige World Championship! Yeah you heard me correctly bitches. I’m going to issue a World open Challenge for the Prestigious Prestige World Championship. Any bitch out there that thinks they hang with me, the Bad Ass One, mister master of Bad Assery, The Emperor for pro Wrestling, The Bad Ass James Kelloggs, if you think you have the balls to step up and face me, if you have what it takes to defeat me and take my title, then by all means contact my agent and be in Stockton this Saturday night because in front of everyone there, on national TV on Showtime, for you will get a shot at the belt and in under two minutes, you will taste the sweet taste of defeat when the Bad Ass One simply outclasses you and shows why no one in the world can ever defeat the Bad Ass One. Yeah you heard me right bitch! I’m putting the title on the line this week. What part of this didn’t you understand….wait are you Duke Taylor? You know what? F*ck you...block your ass.”
James picks up his phone and blocks the user.
”Why should I defend the belt against Duke Taylor? Like I said, what has he done to get a shot? I’m throwing a bone here with my World Open Challenge. Any sucker out there can answer the call. I might have to do this a couple of more times because honestly, there is no one in the UWL who deserves a shot at my belt. There isn’t…..yo! Here let me spell this out for you! What?” James says who is starting to looking annoyed.
”Ron Hamilton is going to have to do more than beat some Tye Young reject from his mother to get his so called rematch. First of all, Ron Hamilton shouldn’t have been the champion of my belt, let alone any belt in the UWL so that right there means he doesn’t get a shot at my belt and yeah! It’s MY belt bitch. Secondly, who the f*ck is Tye Young? I’ve never heard of him and I’m contracted to the UWL and I’ve still never heard of him. Oh Tye Young should get a shot at my belt? Yeah that’s cute. You know what? Welcome to block city with the other morons.” James taps the screen blocking another user.
”Has Duke Taylor even cashed his first paycheck from the UWL? He should kiss my feet for even being forced, because that is what happening here, I’m being forced into the ring against him again. Guess the UWL has some doubt about him and I’m being sent in to test this so called talent. Remember the last time I was sent in to test the talent? Yeah that’s right bitches, I walked out with this!”
James hops down from the chair and leaves, he left his phone behind but fret not, he returns after a couple of seconds with the UWL Prestige World Championship in his hand. He displays it on the table in front of him.
”The Prestigious, Prestige World Championship. Take a good hard look at it Duke Taylor. You too Ron Hamilton and Tyler Raptor because this is the only way all 3 of you will ever see this. This is as close as to ownership you will ever claim, that you just took a screenshot of it and use it as the wallpaper on your phone. I see you bitches screenshotting this and I can’t blame you in the least. Who wouldn’t want a this on your phone as the background? The Bad Ass One and his title! It goes hand in hand with…..”
”James. Baby. Come back to bed.”
The Bad Ass one sports this huge smile. His roommate for the night has awaken. He glances over towards the bed.
”Well I don’t have to spell this out. Figure it out you bitches. It is time for the Bad Ass one to hit the gym. Time for some push ups, crunches and Bae over there, she has some squats to bust out. I’m going to bust out some cardio because in 6 days time, I am going the distance when I beat up Duke Taylor and defend my belt and it’s all going to start with a well balanced breakfast for my Bae, much like half of the roster, can’t wait to get my golden nuts and honey! Later bitches!”
End.