Post by Steve Sinclair on Feb 3, 2016 23:17:32 GMT
Las Vegas…
Bitches
The scene opens up inside of The Bad Ass’s casino on the strip in Vegas. He is the five star restaurant up in the VIP section for the many stars who flock to Vegas. The Bad Ass has a corner booth and he is all decked out for the night and flanking him on each side of him are two drop dead gorgeous brunettes who have slipped into some tight fitting skimpy dresses. The cleavage show is on display for all wandering eyes. They have eaten and the dishes are being taken away as the waiter refills the wine glasses with a bottle of wine that you know is expensive.
”Ah look ladies! It’s the UWL and it’s stalker cameraman who somehow snuck in here. You know buddy.” The Bad Ass says as he picks up his glass of wine. ”I could have you thrown out but I’m in a good mood and soon….I’ll be in a real f*cking good mood.”
James looks at the girl on his right and takes her by the hand and kisses it. He then look to his left and the girl on his left leans in and kisses him on the cheek.
”Make that a doubly especially good mood. But since you snuck in here, found me and stuck that blasted camera in my face...allow me to get a few things off of my chest!”
The Bad Ass One takes a sip of wine and sets his glass down. The girl on the right looks at the other girl and nods. “We’ll be right back baby.” She says as they slide out of the booth. The Bad Ass One watches them leave and smirks.
”Seems to be that my opponent this week, a guy who I have never ever heard of even though he is this internationally known talent and for the record, just because you spent time in Mexico doesn’t mean you’re better than me, just mean you sucked and was poor as f*ck. You’ll never catch me in that third world country. Secondly, Duke Taylor, this is the UWL, not the whatever it was you were from. No one gives a f*ck that you held some title from a second class, can’t even be viewed on youtube backyard wrestling bullsh*t. Just because you held some title made from soup cans riveted together for a month means absolutely nothing! Be more like Tom Brady and deflate that ego of yours before I pop it for you! Thirdly you dim witted numbskull. Check this out.”
James picks up the Prestigious Prestige World championship and sets on the table in front of him.
”What have I done to be considered a champion in the UWL? I don’t know Ray Charles f*ck stick. I said I was winning this from Ron Hamilton at the same event you couldn’t even beat another no namer in your one and only trip to Japan so yeah, I’ve been to Japan too but I arrived and left in a private f*cking jet and not in coach with the other mouthbreathers. I said I was beating Ron Hamilton for this title and I f*cking delivered on that promise unlike you who can’t even deliver newspapers with addresses printed on them and google f*cking maps giving you turn by turn directions on your bicycle. I have this! I cash the big checks now bitch! I f*ck the playboy models and I own this joint because I make good on my promises. I’m a go getter. I make sh*t happen. This sh*t, all of it, just didn’t fall in my lap because I vote for Bernie Sanders. I’ve got all I got because I busted my ass and because I’m the one and only Bad Ass in all of Professional Wrestling and anyone else that claims to be is just some dude piggy backing on my coattails. Imposter and that is what you are Duke. The poster boy of poster boys of imposters.”
James takes another sip of wine.
”You better get one thing straight. You couldn’t be sitting at my level if you were in a highchair on top of a mountain. If the UWL was to write a book about the most bad ass superstars it had the pleasure of signing, you wouldn’t be listed as the unlucky bastard who lost to The Bad Ass in his first match since winning the title. Just face the facts, you should be grateful that your name in the history books will be listed as the “opponent.” You’re not beating me, not now, not tomorrow, not Saturday night, this year, next year, ten years from now. I could die, be buried and you can dig my ass up and I’ll still whoop your ass. You can bring your girlfriend Blake with you Saturday Night for all I care and YOU still wouldn’t win? Why? Because I am the Bad Ass One! Because I am the Prestigious Prestige World F*cking Champion. You know something Duke.”
James takes another sip of wine and sets the glass down and rests his arm on the title.
”This two week reign of mine, if it ended right this second and I mean right this second, it will be two weeks longer than any title reign you’ll ever have in the UWL. So pipe down little man. Take a chill pill and get on your horse and ride into the sunset for all I care because the second I stepped into the UWL, It was just a matter of time until I won some gold and this isn’t the only the gold piece I have my eyes on. I’m a born winner. I don’t have to ask, I don’t have to beg. I make it happen, and I take the opportunities presented in front of me. Maybe you should have some of that can do attitude when you had a shot at Craig Williams. I know one thing, I wouldn’t sound like a whiny little bitch if I had a shot at Craig Williams and that Triple Crown. I would tell that bald headed f*ck I’m taking your belts, especially if that blue man group reject threw out a open challenge. It’s called a open challenge dipsh*t! What is this “If I choose to defend the belt against you?” I’m holding a World Open! Rise up, find your testicals and take that open challenge! If none other bitches in that locker room what a shot at the Prestige World Champion then f*ck them! You know what your problem is? You lack confidence. The way you speak, the tone in your voice, it makes you sound like a loser and that is because you are a born loser. You know what!”
James slides the belt off of the table and sets on the seat next to him out of sight from the camera.
”Screw you Duke Taylor. For being wishy washy, you don’t get a shot at this belt. Like I said you don’t deserve a shot at this prestigious belt. You can’t even wipe your own ass without hesitation. Saturday night in front of the millions watching on Showtime and the thousands who will jam pack that arena to see me! The Bad Ass One! Your greatest Prestigious Prestige World Champion in the history of the UWL, Not only will I defeat you this week, not only will I embarrassed you this week, but I will have you questioning this career path you have chosen. BY the time this match is over with, I will have you convinced that a 9-5 job in a cubicle with a 401 K plan and stock options IS for you! And next week when you are sitting in that cubicle doing some thankless task you will look and stare at the calendar of kittens on your pegboard and you will thank me. Thank me from saving you from certain bodily harm. Thank me for showing you the light that you couldn’t hack it in the ring and that in that cubicle is where you belong all along…..sitting at home on Saturday night watching me on Showtime being the only true Bad Ass in the UWL.”
The girls have returned. One of them leans in towards James Kelloggs in the booth and she whispers something in his ear. Whatever she said, which we can probably figure out without much thought, has James smirking. He polishes off the glass of wine and picks up his belt and hands it to her.
”Carry my belt bae and carry it with pride or I’ll spank the sh*t out of you.” James says which causes her to grin.
“Is that promise?” she asks.
”Oh yeah Bae.” James says as the girls holds the belt and walk away. ”Now if you excuse me cameraman. I’ve got to make good on a promise I made those two earlier on in the night. I’m a man of my word. I do what I say. Don’t believe me Duke? Go ask Ron Hamilton if I’m not a man of my word. Shhhhhiiiiiiiiiittttttt.”
Fade out.