Post by Steve Sinclair on Feb 23, 2016 22:04:52 GMT
Tuesday night and the strip is all decked out in Vegas. Neon lights, showgirls, and big jackpots are the main attraction in this town in the middle of it is one guy who built himself a huge place to call home. Bad Ass James Kelloggs. His own casino. Two thousand rooms, 1500 gaming machines, 100 tables, couple bars and restaurants all under one roof. It’s his own personal “money printing machine” as he has been overheard as to saying from time to time. While he isn’t the biggest player in Vegas, he ranks right up there and in Vegas, it’s a cutthroat game to play and the Bad Ass, has held his ground very well. But to call him an outcast….that is a bit of a stretch.
”Do you know how I show my feelings?” The Bad Ass One says as the scene slowly fades in with the Bad Ass James Kelloggs standing on the balcony of his suit of his casino that overlooks the strip. The Prestige Title is propped up on a table next to him.
”I show my feelings when I splatter your chick’s face in baby batter Tyler. I don’t know who you think you are, I don’t know where you thought you knew me, but for two days now I have heard you run that bitch mouth of yours about me being disabled, a outcast, handicapped and what not like me beating Ron Hamilton was some form of charity handed down from the UWL. For the record, the only handicap I have is that I can’t open up and show my “feelings” to every good looking lady that walks into my room every minute, every day of the year. I’m in tip top shape, kept in this awesome condition by rigorous workout sessions by several lovely ladies 50 times a week and twice on Sundays and son….that is a assload of cardio and it’s this special kind of training that lead me to this….”
James looks at the Prestige title for a second.
”The Prestigious Prestige World Championship where I not only soundly defeated Ron Hamilton, but I beat him so bad, so bad that he canceled his rematch and bowed out of this match Tyler, a match that was supposed to be fatal three match Tyler. How can I be this disabled, handicapped social outcast who can’t even wipe his own ass according to you, when Ron Hamilton took one look at me, thought he could get his title back and at the last minute said “AH! F*ck this! I’m outta here!” Your logic is flawed. You know what else is flawed?”
The Bad Ass One picks up his belt and slings it over his shoulder.
”You thinking that you have to beat me to save this belt, save the UWL from itself and that you are going to stand up for the injustice of whatever the hell you think happened around here is so flawed, so stupid that I can’t wait to for Saturday night. Because do you know what is going to happen Saturday night Tyler? Come on big guy, you know what is going to happen, the same thing that has been happening ever since you stepped in the UWL….you laying on your back, looking up at the lights, a couple of birds flying around his head, some drool running down the side of your face, you talking complete nonsense to yourself being declared the loser of this match! A loser in the ring, and a loser out of it when your old lady dumps you like a bad habit and takes me by the arm and leads me into the locker room for some special cool down stretches. But before any of that happens. Allow me to make on thing crystal clear.”
James adjust the title on his shoulder.
”I might be four foot one but don’t take that as I am fighting for the little man, the wee man. I fight for myself. I do what I do for myself and f*cking no one else. I didn’t win this belt to have a VW bug full of midgets feel good about themselves. I did this because I can. I did this for the money because you can never have enough money and I did this for the pussy. I’ll pause while you flip your cap on backwards and break out your best Fred Durst impression Tyler. My name is already up in lights, on the front of my casino. My face is on a billboard. I have done more in my life, even though I’m only four foot tall than you have ever done in two lifetimes. I do this sh*t for sh*t and giggles and I know that pisses you off, I know it gets under your skin and it burns you. You have been busting your back for years, clawing and digging for every little scrap you have, puffing your chest out while screaming “Look at me!” And here I am, A little guy who more than has earned the nickname Bad Ass and I hook myself up with a big fat contract, strolls in, f*cks with everyone and I took home this….My belt, Not yours, not Craig Williams, not Ron Hamilton’s. Mine and every inch of it Tyler, is mine and will forever be mine. If I had a high pitch voice I would be the little kid’s voice at the end of some TV shows when the credits are rolling and when he says “I did this!” because as hard as it is for you believe, I did do this. The Bad Ass One took home the gold, Last month, this month, next month. You can cry a river all you want Tyler, but at the end of the night, there is no army of midgets hoisting me up in the air chanting my name. I fight for no one but myself and you will just have to deal with that Tyler.”
The Bad Ass One looks at the belt one more time.
”The only injustice in life Tyler, is that I didn’t win this earlier. Now that, is a crime.”
Fade out.
”Do you know how I show my feelings?” The Bad Ass One says as the scene slowly fades in with the Bad Ass James Kelloggs standing on the balcony of his suit of his casino that overlooks the strip. The Prestige Title is propped up on a table next to him.
”I show my feelings when I splatter your chick’s face in baby batter Tyler. I don’t know who you think you are, I don’t know where you thought you knew me, but for two days now I have heard you run that bitch mouth of yours about me being disabled, a outcast, handicapped and what not like me beating Ron Hamilton was some form of charity handed down from the UWL. For the record, the only handicap I have is that I can’t open up and show my “feelings” to every good looking lady that walks into my room every minute, every day of the year. I’m in tip top shape, kept in this awesome condition by rigorous workout sessions by several lovely ladies 50 times a week and twice on Sundays and son….that is a assload of cardio and it’s this special kind of training that lead me to this….”
James looks at the Prestige title for a second.
”The Prestigious Prestige World Championship where I not only soundly defeated Ron Hamilton, but I beat him so bad, so bad that he canceled his rematch and bowed out of this match Tyler, a match that was supposed to be fatal three match Tyler. How can I be this disabled, handicapped social outcast who can’t even wipe his own ass according to you, when Ron Hamilton took one look at me, thought he could get his title back and at the last minute said “AH! F*ck this! I’m outta here!” Your logic is flawed. You know what else is flawed?”
The Bad Ass One picks up his belt and slings it over his shoulder.
”You thinking that you have to beat me to save this belt, save the UWL from itself and that you are going to stand up for the injustice of whatever the hell you think happened around here is so flawed, so stupid that I can’t wait to for Saturday night. Because do you know what is going to happen Saturday night Tyler? Come on big guy, you know what is going to happen, the same thing that has been happening ever since you stepped in the UWL….you laying on your back, looking up at the lights, a couple of birds flying around his head, some drool running down the side of your face, you talking complete nonsense to yourself being declared the loser of this match! A loser in the ring, and a loser out of it when your old lady dumps you like a bad habit and takes me by the arm and leads me into the locker room for some special cool down stretches. But before any of that happens. Allow me to make on thing crystal clear.”
James adjust the title on his shoulder.
”I might be four foot one but don’t take that as I am fighting for the little man, the wee man. I fight for myself. I do what I do for myself and f*cking no one else. I didn’t win this belt to have a VW bug full of midgets feel good about themselves. I did this because I can. I did this for the money because you can never have enough money and I did this for the pussy. I’ll pause while you flip your cap on backwards and break out your best Fred Durst impression Tyler. My name is already up in lights, on the front of my casino. My face is on a billboard. I have done more in my life, even though I’m only four foot tall than you have ever done in two lifetimes. I do this sh*t for sh*t and giggles and I know that pisses you off, I know it gets under your skin and it burns you. You have been busting your back for years, clawing and digging for every little scrap you have, puffing your chest out while screaming “Look at me!” And here I am, A little guy who more than has earned the nickname Bad Ass and I hook myself up with a big fat contract, strolls in, f*cks with everyone and I took home this….My belt, Not yours, not Craig Williams, not Ron Hamilton’s. Mine and every inch of it Tyler, is mine and will forever be mine. If I had a high pitch voice I would be the little kid’s voice at the end of some TV shows when the credits are rolling and when he says “I did this!” because as hard as it is for you believe, I did do this. The Bad Ass One took home the gold, Last month, this month, next month. You can cry a river all you want Tyler, but at the end of the night, there is no army of midgets hoisting me up in the air chanting my name. I fight for no one but myself and you will just have to deal with that Tyler.”
The Bad Ass One looks at the belt one more time.
”The only injustice in life Tyler, is that I didn’t win this earlier. Now that, is a crime.”
Fade out.