Post by Steve Sinclair on Dec 24, 2013 21:13:37 GMT
Feb 16 2007
Well the phone call got Double J no where. They didn’t even take his call and even thou he gave in and left Gretchen a message, he has yet to hear back from anyone in the BLPW. In fact it’s been a rather quite week, even Panik is low key. You could call it the calm before the storm……..
The scene opens up with Double J Joe Jones walking into a smoke filled gym back home in New York City. He’s standing at the top of a make shift ramp at a Indie show in the underground of NYC. Deep in the heart of Harlem in the basement of some old apartment building is some of the most brutal, most extreme “wrestling” that can be found in the five burrows. The term wrestling can be used loosely here. Here the crowd is allowed to get involved. Guardrails don’t exist here. The “ring” which is nothing more than some plywood with old bed sheets stabled to it lifted up in the air by some 2x4’s and some “ropes” hung up around it to form a ring. This is a low budget production to say the least.
Southern Whiskey Rebellion’s lethal dose of Ignorance plays from the state of the air sound system as Double J is about to enter hostile territory. Joe walks down the “ramp” and pushes his way through the crowd of drunks and thugs and climbs into the “ring”. Everyone is drinking like mad and their kinda upset that a outsider has invaded their little secret party. Joe picks up the mic which is held together by duck tape.
As the music dies down we hear the crowd yelling at Joe to get the fuck out of the ring, this isn’t a place for a pretty boy, no fags allowed and so on. Joe sports his new tee shirt and baggy jeans and crisp clean Colts hat, turned to the side and sport a five o’clock shadow and he looks to be over dressed for this event.
“God damn! I haven’t seen so many fucking inbreeded bastards in one place at one time in my whole life! I have 50 bucks that says everyone in this room is related to one another and not any of you could use the term “Cousin.””
The natives threaten to bash him with beer bottles.
“So this is the new wave of wrestling? This hell hole is the new breed of extreme wrestling? A bunch of hicks who haven’t showered in a year drinking beer watching your uncle’s father grand pa beating your sister aunt half sister with a mixer? Are you fucking kidding me? For months I have heard nothing but how great this place is. “Hey Joe! If you want to see real wrestling come to the underground!” “Hey Joe! You wouldn’t hang five second in the underground!” “Hey Joe! You’ve got to see the underground!” Well I’m here in the underground and this place isn’t worth my fucking time!”
Joe takes off the Us title and holds it up in the air for everyone to see.
“You see this retards! This is what a real championship title looks like. Not some trash can lid spray painted “Mother fucking champion” on it! This place is so fucking low class, so backwards hilly Billy fuck that they can’t even take five minutes and make a nice championship title for this fine establishment.”
Joe tosses the title on the “mat”
“Just standing here I feel dirty, like a little slut, much like your old lady you toothless fuck!”
Some guy who has to weight 450 pounds throws his beer bottle at Joe and misses by a mile. He’s yelling at Joe much like everyone else.
“If you were sober you couldn’t hit the side of a barn if you were standing next to it. As soon as I stepped into the place I wanted to leave but the more I watched from the “VIP Booth” the more this place a lot in common with my opponent at Epic. I’m sure you guys have seen Epic on the TV here and there, when you had enough coins pooled together to pay the cable bill. While this place will be forgotten about ten minutes form now I’ll be on TV, making more money in one night than you all earn in a life time, living the good life, eating good foods, drinking fine wine, living the good life that is filled with soap.
Panik, my opponent at Epic would fit right in this place. He meets all the requirements. He doesn’t bath, he’s uneducated. Fucks his sister and his dad and grand pa is the same person, something you all know about! Panik could walk down that ramp and step in this ring and he would be a god to you but to me, he’s just another PUNK! Just some low class useless tool managing to get by because he has a full set of teeth in his skull. Much like all the “guys” in the back they share the knowledge that they too can’t beat me much like how Panik, can’t beat me. Yeah the truth hurts huh? You all can stand here drinking that home made brew thinking that any time soon the suits from TV land will walk in here, flash some cash and but this train wreck on TV well let me to be the first to say that it will never happen! This is about how high this place goes on the food chain and let’s face the facts, it’s not very high on the food chain to begin with. People at home want to see good looking athletes, people who know the English Language. They want to best of the best on their TV week in and week out and that’s where I come in! Just look at me! I hold three championship titles in the BLPW! Three! Out of five titles have my name on them! That takes skill, that takes someone who knows what the fuck their doing! And that’s why when Epic is all said and done, Panik won’t have his name on the US title. About the only thing Panik will see his name on his Monthly check from uncle Sam. I’m Double J Joe Jones, the best god damn gifted star the BLPW has ever seen! Guys like Panik are shit! Nothing! Panik should be glad that he’s even getting a sniff of the US title because that’s just how close he will ever get to the title. Much like this place, You Panik have no shot in beating me at Epic.”
Joe reaches in his pocket and pulls out a wad of cash and drops it on the mat.
“I’ll even put money on it.”
Southern Whiskey Rebellion Legal Dose of Ignorance plays as Joe smirks and tosses the mic into the crowd as the scene fades to black………………………..
Well the phone call got Double J no where. They didn’t even take his call and even thou he gave in and left Gretchen a message, he has yet to hear back from anyone in the BLPW. In fact it’s been a rather quite week, even Panik is low key. You could call it the calm before the storm……..
The scene opens up with Double J Joe Jones walking into a smoke filled gym back home in New York City. He’s standing at the top of a make shift ramp at a Indie show in the underground of NYC. Deep in the heart of Harlem in the basement of some old apartment building is some of the most brutal, most extreme “wrestling” that can be found in the five burrows. The term wrestling can be used loosely here. Here the crowd is allowed to get involved. Guardrails don’t exist here. The “ring” which is nothing more than some plywood with old bed sheets stabled to it lifted up in the air by some 2x4’s and some “ropes” hung up around it to form a ring. This is a low budget production to say the least.
Southern Whiskey Rebellion’s lethal dose of Ignorance plays from the state of the air sound system as Double J is about to enter hostile territory. Joe walks down the “ramp” and pushes his way through the crowd of drunks and thugs and climbs into the “ring”. Everyone is drinking like mad and their kinda upset that a outsider has invaded their little secret party. Joe picks up the mic which is held together by duck tape.
As the music dies down we hear the crowd yelling at Joe to get the fuck out of the ring, this isn’t a place for a pretty boy, no fags allowed and so on. Joe sports his new tee shirt and baggy jeans and crisp clean Colts hat, turned to the side and sport a five o’clock shadow and he looks to be over dressed for this event.
“God damn! I haven’t seen so many fucking inbreeded bastards in one place at one time in my whole life! I have 50 bucks that says everyone in this room is related to one another and not any of you could use the term “Cousin.””
The natives threaten to bash him with beer bottles.
“So this is the new wave of wrestling? This hell hole is the new breed of extreme wrestling? A bunch of hicks who haven’t showered in a year drinking beer watching your uncle’s father grand pa beating your sister aunt half sister with a mixer? Are you fucking kidding me? For months I have heard nothing but how great this place is. “Hey Joe! If you want to see real wrestling come to the underground!” “Hey Joe! You wouldn’t hang five second in the underground!” “Hey Joe! You’ve got to see the underground!” Well I’m here in the underground and this place isn’t worth my fucking time!”
Joe takes off the Us title and holds it up in the air for everyone to see.
“You see this retards! This is what a real championship title looks like. Not some trash can lid spray painted “Mother fucking champion” on it! This place is so fucking low class, so backwards hilly Billy fuck that they can’t even take five minutes and make a nice championship title for this fine establishment.”
Joe tosses the title on the “mat”
“Just standing here I feel dirty, like a little slut, much like your old lady you toothless fuck!”
Some guy who has to weight 450 pounds throws his beer bottle at Joe and misses by a mile. He’s yelling at Joe much like everyone else.
“If you were sober you couldn’t hit the side of a barn if you were standing next to it. As soon as I stepped into the place I wanted to leave but the more I watched from the “VIP Booth” the more this place a lot in common with my opponent at Epic. I’m sure you guys have seen Epic on the TV here and there, when you had enough coins pooled together to pay the cable bill. While this place will be forgotten about ten minutes form now I’ll be on TV, making more money in one night than you all earn in a life time, living the good life, eating good foods, drinking fine wine, living the good life that is filled with soap.
Panik, my opponent at Epic would fit right in this place. He meets all the requirements. He doesn’t bath, he’s uneducated. Fucks his sister and his dad and grand pa is the same person, something you all know about! Panik could walk down that ramp and step in this ring and he would be a god to you but to me, he’s just another PUNK! Just some low class useless tool managing to get by because he has a full set of teeth in his skull. Much like all the “guys” in the back they share the knowledge that they too can’t beat me much like how Panik, can’t beat me. Yeah the truth hurts huh? You all can stand here drinking that home made brew thinking that any time soon the suits from TV land will walk in here, flash some cash and but this train wreck on TV well let me to be the first to say that it will never happen! This is about how high this place goes on the food chain and let’s face the facts, it’s not very high on the food chain to begin with. People at home want to see good looking athletes, people who know the English Language. They want to best of the best on their TV week in and week out and that’s where I come in! Just look at me! I hold three championship titles in the BLPW! Three! Out of five titles have my name on them! That takes skill, that takes someone who knows what the fuck their doing! And that’s why when Epic is all said and done, Panik won’t have his name on the US title. About the only thing Panik will see his name on his Monthly check from uncle Sam. I’m Double J Joe Jones, the best god damn gifted star the BLPW has ever seen! Guys like Panik are shit! Nothing! Panik should be glad that he’s even getting a sniff of the US title because that’s just how close he will ever get to the title. Much like this place, You Panik have no shot in beating me at Epic.”
Joe reaches in his pocket and pulls out a wad of cash and drops it on the mat.
“I’ll even put money on it.”
Southern Whiskey Rebellion Legal Dose of Ignorance plays as Joe smirks and tosses the mic into the crowd as the scene fades to black………………………..