Post by Steve Sinclair on Dec 24, 2013 16:17:20 GMT
May 12 2007
The scene opens up with Double J standing in a alley way standing next to a burning barrel. Flames shoot up from the barrel in the crisp night and Joe holds his hands out in front of the flames to warm them up. The alley way is full of trash, dumpsters and other crap like that that you would find in a alley way. Joe rubs his hands together and puts his hands in his pockets.
“You know the other night I watching comedy central and John Reep was on. You should know who John Reep is, the Dodge Ram hemi guy. The blond hair feller. He’s on stage doing his bit and he goes, “I’m not from the city….any city. Pick a city, Nope!” and while he gets the laughs, TV specials and commercials, I knew what he meant. See, all of this, this setting, a alley way just like this where At Epic, the 5th year anniversty show I’m going to defending my BLPW US title against Lopan in a street fight. I admit, having such a barbaric style of match is beneath me. If I wanted to spend my career rolling around on the grubby ground getting dirty, having trash and gum and mud and muck wadded into my hair and other orifices, then I would have stayed in Japan where that sort of thing is as common as the Flu. I’m sure as I speak Lopan is rubbing his hands together, gritting his teeth and thinking, Now I’ve got him.”
Joe crosses his arms and notices something on his shoe. Joe stomps his foot to flick it off, and that it was rat crap.
“This is what I’m talking about. I mean who really wants to fight in this shit? Not I for one. First of all you don’t even have to be skilled, you can have zero talent to win these kind of matches and I use that term loosely here. Hell the only way this is even classified as a match is because it’s a title match. I didn’t spend years of my life training from the best, working my ass in the ring to hone my skills, fine tune my skills to end up defending a title I have worked my ass off in keeping in a fucking street fight. It’s like you just spit in my face JC and took a huge steaming shit on the US title.
But then again, I have to remember who my opponent is. Mr. Lopan. A man who has no skills, no talent and quite frankly the only way he can beat me in a straight up match is if it’s some bullshit match like a street fight. You know, the sort of match in which he can use pallets, trash cans, beer bottles and what not to defeat me. The sort of match in which someone who is completely brain dead can excel in. JC, you might have just found a way to strip me of the US title and in doing so yo have downgraded the US title to be nothing more than mere hardcore title. I hope you are proud of yourself JC.”
As Double J stands there, he acts as if he’s afraid to touch anything in the alley way.
“And Lopan….This has been a long time coming. You might like to portray yourself as some sort of big shot here in the BLPW but in all reality you’re just a smudge on my new shoe. I have been wanting to step in the ring and face you one on one for some time now and show to everyone in the BLPW just who you are. Nothing. The superstar treatment you get from the BLPW is a joke and you have done nothing to earn it. It’s just a shame we can’t step in that ring at Epic. “
Double J sighs.
“But make no mistake Lopan. This isn’t my style, this isn’t what gets me up in the morning and this isn’t even what will make me walk into the arena at Epic. But keeping what is mine, what I have earned, Keeping the US title and furthing my legacy as the best damn champion the BLPW has ever seen….will. And one aspect in bin the best damn champion in the BLPW is the ability in adapting. So at Epic, what edge you think you might have, what advantage you think you will have……you won’t. As they say, the joke will be on you when I slam you in the pavement and pin you for the one two three and retain my….US…championship.”
FTB………………………
The scene opens up with Double J standing in a alley way standing next to a burning barrel. Flames shoot up from the barrel in the crisp night and Joe holds his hands out in front of the flames to warm them up. The alley way is full of trash, dumpsters and other crap like that that you would find in a alley way. Joe rubs his hands together and puts his hands in his pockets.
“You know the other night I watching comedy central and John Reep was on. You should know who John Reep is, the Dodge Ram hemi guy. The blond hair feller. He’s on stage doing his bit and he goes, “I’m not from the city….any city. Pick a city, Nope!” and while he gets the laughs, TV specials and commercials, I knew what he meant. See, all of this, this setting, a alley way just like this where At Epic, the 5th year anniversty show I’m going to defending my BLPW US title against Lopan in a street fight. I admit, having such a barbaric style of match is beneath me. If I wanted to spend my career rolling around on the grubby ground getting dirty, having trash and gum and mud and muck wadded into my hair and other orifices, then I would have stayed in Japan where that sort of thing is as common as the Flu. I’m sure as I speak Lopan is rubbing his hands together, gritting his teeth and thinking, Now I’ve got him.”
Joe crosses his arms and notices something on his shoe. Joe stomps his foot to flick it off, and that it was rat crap.
“This is what I’m talking about. I mean who really wants to fight in this shit? Not I for one. First of all you don’t even have to be skilled, you can have zero talent to win these kind of matches and I use that term loosely here. Hell the only way this is even classified as a match is because it’s a title match. I didn’t spend years of my life training from the best, working my ass in the ring to hone my skills, fine tune my skills to end up defending a title I have worked my ass off in keeping in a fucking street fight. It’s like you just spit in my face JC and took a huge steaming shit on the US title.
But then again, I have to remember who my opponent is. Mr. Lopan. A man who has no skills, no talent and quite frankly the only way he can beat me in a straight up match is if it’s some bullshit match like a street fight. You know, the sort of match in which he can use pallets, trash cans, beer bottles and what not to defeat me. The sort of match in which someone who is completely brain dead can excel in. JC, you might have just found a way to strip me of the US title and in doing so yo have downgraded the US title to be nothing more than mere hardcore title. I hope you are proud of yourself JC.”
As Double J stands there, he acts as if he’s afraid to touch anything in the alley way.
“And Lopan….This has been a long time coming. You might like to portray yourself as some sort of big shot here in the BLPW but in all reality you’re just a smudge on my new shoe. I have been wanting to step in the ring and face you one on one for some time now and show to everyone in the BLPW just who you are. Nothing. The superstar treatment you get from the BLPW is a joke and you have done nothing to earn it. It’s just a shame we can’t step in that ring at Epic. “
Double J sighs.
“But make no mistake Lopan. This isn’t my style, this isn’t what gets me up in the morning and this isn’t even what will make me walk into the arena at Epic. But keeping what is mine, what I have earned, Keeping the US title and furthing my legacy as the best damn champion the BLPW has ever seen….will. And one aspect in bin the best damn champion in the BLPW is the ability in adapting. So at Epic, what edge you think you might have, what advantage you think you will have……you won’t. As they say, the joke will be on you when I slam you in the pavement and pin you for the one two three and retain my….US…championship.”
FTB………………………