Post by Steve Sinclair on Feb 5, 2016 23:41:26 GMT
Vegas…..
In the lobby of the Bad Ass Hotel and casino is one Jessica Larkin. She herself looks like she has come from the gym while in town for whatever reason. Decked out head to toe in Under Armour and her hair pulled back in a ponytail, it’s not the look she has for TV on Saturday nights but on this day, Friday morning it works. She is standing off by the chairs and whatnot that are set up in the lobby looking at her phone when VeggieBurger walks up to her.
”Miss Larkin?” The skinny hipster says with his black rim glasses and no lens says. Jess looks from her phone at him.
”Yes?”
”Mr. Kelloggs will see you now. He said you are lucky because he was just leaving for the airport to get on his jet for Cali. So please follow me.”
Jessica motions for the cameraman to follow them and they leave the hobby and walk down a hallway and into the casino which is kinda quiet this morning. They make their way past the tables, the row after row of slot machines towards the back of the casino where they move up a staircase and at the top of the staircase is this small landing and a two huge oak doors with a gold plate on the one door that reads “VIP” and a bodyguard in a suit is standing in front of the doors.
”This is Jessica. She is here to interview the boss.” VeggieBurger says as he steps to the side and Jessica and the cameraman stop. The bodyguard/bouncer looks her up and down. He says nothing and slowly opens the one door after a second or two. He holds the door open for them and they enter. Once inside the room is decked out like it was right from the Playboy Mansion and in center of the room is a blackjack table with a semi naked female dealer. Sitting at the table is The Bad Ass James Kelloggs in a suit and tie with a drink on the table. He is tapping his fingers on the top of the table.
”Jesus!” The Bad Ass One says upon seeing Jessica who walks up to him and the cameraman starts shooting. ”You could have dressed up for this interview don’t you think? Or are you still sad? I hear what you did the other day.”
”I’m not here to talk about myself and I hit the gym this morning after coming to vegas to let some steam off. Sorry that I’m not dressed like her.” Jessica says as she glances at the semi naked dealer who has the UWL Prestige Championship belt in front of her on the table
James chuckles and picks up his drink and takes a sip. As to what kind of drink it is, we have no idea as it is a clear liquid and it’s in a highball glass so use your imagination. ”Not everyone can dress up as Bae here.”
”Do you call all women that? It is very rude you know.” Jessica bluntly asks.
”And if I do? So what? I’m the Bad Ass James Kelloggs and this is my f*cking casino and I’m the boss. If you have a problem with it, by all means there is the door.”
”If I could without getting into trouble I would. Trust me. But since you are making your first in ring appearance since winning that belt, it’s my job to get a few words from you.”
”Then we’ll make this short and sweet because the Bad Ass One doesn’t have time for this sort of crap. But first. Would you like a drink? I call it the Cosby.” James says as he uses his foot to push the chair next to him towards Jessica.
”No thanks! I’ll pass.”
”Very well then. Before we begin you must know a couple of things. First, I’m not going to the gym. I have my own private gym here that no one else but me uses. Everything in there is custom made for me for using places like Gold Gym’s or in Duke Taylor’s life, Planet Fitness with the other fat slobs of the world to be dustiging. Not to mention nothing there is my size. I got my workout in the morning. Secondly. That guy right there.” James points at the cameraman. ”Is no longer welcomed here. He snuck into my club the other other night and took footage of me and my girls without my consent.”
”And after seeing the video I wish he didn’t shoot it either.” Jessica chimes in with.
James narrow his eyes. ”And lastly if you came here seeking an autograph for your nephew or something, I don’t sign autographs unless you buy them from my official online store. No one is selling my signature and making money on my good name.”
Jessica just cuts to the chase. ”The League wants to know if you are going to defend that belt right there against Duke Taylor or not.”
”Why should I?”[/p]
”Because you issued an open challenge! Are you not going to honor it?”
”I intend to defend my belt, the Prestigious Prestige World title tomorrow night in Stockton Jess, I do plan on doing that. But against Duke Taylor? Mister charisma? Mister ruthless aggression? Mister I love to hold and hug and kiss babies to get over?”
”Yes or no!” Jessica demands. The Bad Ass One leans forward as Jessica is being very direct. ”If Duke Taylor wants a shot at this belt he better have some kneepads on and fresh tube of chapstick.” ”You know you’re really disgusting you know that! You made a big show of this open challenge and Duke Taylor claimed it and now you denying him a shot at the belt? What are you scared of? Huh? Afraid that Duke Taylor will do what Sunday Night Heat, Ron Hamilton, Broseidon and….” Jessica unloads on James letting him know how she feels. She quickly glances at her phone. ”Mohammad Murder have all done and kick your little ass all over that ring? Huh? Is that why you are reneging on the open challenge? Can’t stomach to lose to Duke Taylor?” Boom! Jessica might as well get up and do a crotch chop in his face. Call the fire department cuz Jess just burned him.
The Bad Ass One leans back and picks up his drink. He swirls it around in it’s glass. ”I see this guy has caught your fancy Jess. So tell me, is he allowed to call you Bae?”
Jessica stands up. ”Screw you asshole.” she states and storms away heading to the door. The cameraman confused starts to follow her when James pipes up. ”NOT! So quickly guy. You’re not going anywhere.
Jessica leaves, whipping open the door and bolting out. James downs his drinks and snaps his fingers. " Belt.” he demands and the dealer slides the UWL Prestige title his way. ”Leave us.” He says and she steps back and quickly exits the room as well. The Bad Ass picks up his belt and places it over his shoulder and hops down from chair. He then snaps his fingers again and points at a spot on the floor where he wants the cameraman. The Bad Ass James Kelloggs paces back and forth in front of this wall that has all sorts of Playboy garb on it. Vintage photo’s, the logo, whatnot.
”Duke f*cking Taylor. Clearly you just don’t get it kid. Out of everything you said the other day the only thing and I mean the only damn thing you said that was true, that is going to happen Saturday night, is that I will be looking down at you! Looking down at you as you are laying on that f*cking mat on your back after I just kicked your ass! But you won’t be the Prestige Champion. No….you will never be the Prestige Champion. It’s not that you don’t deserve to be the champion because god knows we have already kicked that dead dog several times this week. You don’t deserve a shot at this belt and I can’t make that any more clearer! You won’t ever be the Prestige Champion because you're simply just not good enough to be the Prestige Champion. This is the UWL! This is the big time kid. Not everyone is talented enough to be called a champion in the UWL. The list is very small Kid. Take a look at the history, take a look at just who held a championship in the UWL in 2015. Caleb Hart, Craig Williams who held two titles, Cory Chevelle, Josh Eagles and the most unlikeliest name on the list, Eric Van Scott. That’s it! That’s the list! True proven champions, hall of famers. Icon and legends in this sport! F*cking Duke Taylor isn’t of the same mold, he isn’t of the same pedigree. To stand there in your underwear and say that I don’t f*cking deserve to be called a champion is a downright f*cking lie and only shows just how jealous you are of me! There is a whole locker room full of guys who all tried for a year to claim one of the 3 titles the UWL has and that list only covers one hand. I more than deserve to be called a champion. I did what several others including yourself couldn’t and can’t do and that is hold UWL gold! To keep on disrespecting me like you are is only going to get yourself hurt! To send in that bitch Jessica like this is going to get yourself hurt!”
The Bad Ass One stops and faces the camera.
”I will defend this belt tomorrow night, just not against you! Someone has already claimed the World open challenge. Someone who thinks he can knock off the Bad Ass One from the title scene but this guy is sadly mistaken. This guy just like you Duke Taylor will fail. And when I defeat him, when I retain MY Championship, this UWL Prestige World Championship, then I will face you and show you why you never piss off a midget cuz it’s going to get ugly! Real ugly bitch!”
James swats the camera and knocks it down to the floor.
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