Post by Steve Sinclair on Dec 24, 2013 16:11:43 GMT
Jul 27 2007
The scene opens up inside Double J hardly ever seen home in Oakland California. Just on the outskirts of San Fran where Joe has been able to live in peace and harmony with the city that has a open mind in a gated community is where Joe calls home these days. At first Joe was oppose to the idea of living in a gated community after his up bring in East Berlin but the idea grew on him and it’s the first time he was stuck on the wrong side of a fence, at least this time if he wants to leave, his life isn’t at risk.
Anyways Joe is in his office of his house where the mail has been piling up and all his stuff is still in boxes. He moved here about a year ago and hasn’t been able to fully unpack. Joe sits cross legged on the floor in front of one box that is full of kinds of stuff, like pictures, t shirts, mugs, stuff like that. Joe has a stack of old photos in his hand and he’s flipping through them. Some of them are him dressed up like Disgruntle minus the mask from the early beginnings of the BLPW. There are some with him and other guys form the BLPW, Stallion, Borac to name a few and then there is a bunch of him and the late Heath. Pictures of them in the ring, at bars, days off spent fucking around doing stupid shit like that one trip to the zoo where Heath slips the monkeys some LSD…..Joe smirks. As he looks at each picture he tosses it into the box. He then gets down to last photo, one of Heath, his wife/sister and Joe just after Heath won KOP back in 03.
Joe gets up and looks at the dozen of boxes pilled up on top of each other. Joe places that photo of the three of them on his desk and starts to read some of the boxes. He moves a couple of them and then he finds the one he was looking for. It’s a long box, heavy duty box made to take a beating to protect anything inside of it. Joe picks the box up and places it on his desk. Reaching in his pocket he pulls out his knife and slices the duck tape that has been keeping the box sealed. With the duck tape cut Joe places the knife on the desk and starts to open the box. The box is jam packed of packing peanuts and they scatter like crotch roaches when you turn the lights on. Joe reaches in the box and pulls out this trophy. He wipes away some of the peanuts that cling to it. He blows on it to get some of the peanuts that are really stuck to it off of it. He holds the trophy and we get a closer look at it.
It reads “2003 King of Philadelphia winner : Heath Newton”
Joe places the trophy on the desk. It was a gift to him after he past from his wife/sister and it has sat in a box till now. Joe looks at it for a few seconds. He crosses his arms and it seems like Joe is in deep thought.
The nest day………….
On a cliff that over looks the ocean in San Fran Joe is sitting looking at the ocean. With his knees up to his chest he holds them with his arms wrapped around them.
“Would you take a look at that. It seems to go on for ever. I’ve been here for I don’t know, a hour now and I keep having that song, into the great wide open playing in my head. It reminds me of you NC-17. Mr. Movie Rating is a rebel without a clue. Acting like he knows everything about the history of the BLPW. No clue. You could be casts as the male version of Clueless. Instead of being a rich spoiled bitch, you could play the role of the air headed burnt out dropped out of fifth grade red neck.
So you think I sat out a year because of Heath’s passing? Is that how you think it went down? Hell son I wasn’t even in the states when he passed. I wasn’t even wrestling in the BLPW or anywhere’s else kid. So don’t tell me why I sat out after the 04 KOP. In fact it’s fucking pissing me off that you keep bring him up in daily conversation like you knew him. Like you witness the great Heath in action in the BLPW. There wasn’t anyone in the BLPW who could touch that cat. Not even you.
The guy has been long gone for years and while I do miss him day and I would give up everything I have just to spend one more day with him because I hold him near and dear to my heart. We were one hell of a team, partners in crime. We did what the fuck we wanted when we wanted and there wasn’t fucking anything no one in the BLPW could do to stop us. And now I’ve got some bloke, a Johnny come lately thinking he knows everything. Shit man. I didn’t like you before but now I really fucking hate you.
We will meet at KOP and I can’t wait for it to happen because you NC-17.….you will not be walking out of the match. You’ll be lucky if you can crawl out of that ring.”
Joe wets his lips.
“I don’t care who is in my way. McBride, Ash, Lopan, Da Jokerman. I don’t care. I’m winning this bitch. Not even Slipstream will stop me. This ain’t the ESW Slip. This is my back yard and I’m the pissed off guard dog and you’re that retarded kid who climbed over the fence to get his ball back. When I bite, I’m drawing blood and your self esteem. “
Joe stands up and brushes off his pants quickly.
“When I teamed up with Sanders over a year ago to win the BLPW Tag Team titles, I said this was just the beginning. Double J Joe Jones was going to make everyone in the BLPW and around the world remember why I’m the biggest dick in the industry and one of the toughest match you‘ll ever have. King Of Philadelphia, I make good on that vow because you are looking at the 2007 King of Philadelphia winner.”
FTB…………………………
The scene opens up inside Double J hardly ever seen home in Oakland California. Just on the outskirts of San Fran where Joe has been able to live in peace and harmony with the city that has a open mind in a gated community is where Joe calls home these days. At first Joe was oppose to the idea of living in a gated community after his up bring in East Berlin but the idea grew on him and it’s the first time he was stuck on the wrong side of a fence, at least this time if he wants to leave, his life isn’t at risk.
Anyways Joe is in his office of his house where the mail has been piling up and all his stuff is still in boxes. He moved here about a year ago and hasn’t been able to fully unpack. Joe sits cross legged on the floor in front of one box that is full of kinds of stuff, like pictures, t shirts, mugs, stuff like that. Joe has a stack of old photos in his hand and he’s flipping through them. Some of them are him dressed up like Disgruntle minus the mask from the early beginnings of the BLPW. There are some with him and other guys form the BLPW, Stallion, Borac to name a few and then there is a bunch of him and the late Heath. Pictures of them in the ring, at bars, days off spent fucking around doing stupid shit like that one trip to the zoo where Heath slips the monkeys some LSD…..Joe smirks. As he looks at each picture he tosses it into the box. He then gets down to last photo, one of Heath, his wife/sister and Joe just after Heath won KOP back in 03.
Joe gets up and looks at the dozen of boxes pilled up on top of each other. Joe places that photo of the three of them on his desk and starts to read some of the boxes. He moves a couple of them and then he finds the one he was looking for. It’s a long box, heavy duty box made to take a beating to protect anything inside of it. Joe picks the box up and places it on his desk. Reaching in his pocket he pulls out his knife and slices the duck tape that has been keeping the box sealed. With the duck tape cut Joe places the knife on the desk and starts to open the box. The box is jam packed of packing peanuts and they scatter like crotch roaches when you turn the lights on. Joe reaches in the box and pulls out this trophy. He wipes away some of the peanuts that cling to it. He blows on it to get some of the peanuts that are really stuck to it off of it. He holds the trophy and we get a closer look at it.
It reads “2003 King of Philadelphia winner : Heath Newton”
Joe places the trophy on the desk. It was a gift to him after he past from his wife/sister and it has sat in a box till now. Joe looks at it for a few seconds. He crosses his arms and it seems like Joe is in deep thought.
The nest day………….
On a cliff that over looks the ocean in San Fran Joe is sitting looking at the ocean. With his knees up to his chest he holds them with his arms wrapped around them.
“Would you take a look at that. It seems to go on for ever. I’ve been here for I don’t know, a hour now and I keep having that song, into the great wide open playing in my head. It reminds me of you NC-17. Mr. Movie Rating is a rebel without a clue. Acting like he knows everything about the history of the BLPW. No clue. You could be casts as the male version of Clueless. Instead of being a rich spoiled bitch, you could play the role of the air headed burnt out dropped out of fifth grade red neck.
So you think I sat out a year because of Heath’s passing? Is that how you think it went down? Hell son I wasn’t even in the states when he passed. I wasn’t even wrestling in the BLPW or anywhere’s else kid. So don’t tell me why I sat out after the 04 KOP. In fact it’s fucking pissing me off that you keep bring him up in daily conversation like you knew him. Like you witness the great Heath in action in the BLPW. There wasn’t anyone in the BLPW who could touch that cat. Not even you.
The guy has been long gone for years and while I do miss him day and I would give up everything I have just to spend one more day with him because I hold him near and dear to my heart. We were one hell of a team, partners in crime. We did what the fuck we wanted when we wanted and there wasn’t fucking anything no one in the BLPW could do to stop us. And now I’ve got some bloke, a Johnny come lately thinking he knows everything. Shit man. I didn’t like you before but now I really fucking hate you.
We will meet at KOP and I can’t wait for it to happen because you NC-17.….you will not be walking out of the match. You’ll be lucky if you can crawl out of that ring.”
Joe wets his lips.
“I don’t care who is in my way. McBride, Ash, Lopan, Da Jokerman. I don’t care. I’m winning this bitch. Not even Slipstream will stop me. This ain’t the ESW Slip. This is my back yard and I’m the pissed off guard dog and you’re that retarded kid who climbed over the fence to get his ball back. When I bite, I’m drawing blood and your self esteem. “
Joe stands up and brushes off his pants quickly.
“When I teamed up with Sanders over a year ago to win the BLPW Tag Team titles, I said this was just the beginning. Double J Joe Jones was going to make everyone in the BLPW and around the world remember why I’m the biggest dick in the industry and one of the toughest match you‘ll ever have. King Of Philadelphia, I make good on that vow because you are looking at the 2007 King of Philadelphia winner.”
FTB…………………………