Post by Steve Sinclair on Dec 24, 2013 21:41:33 GMT
Oct 22 2006
It’s Sunday afternoon and in a hotel room by himself is Double J Joe Jones. He a nice view of the pool form his room and if it wasn’t October and in the 40’s the pool might be a great place to spend a rather boring Sunday Afternoon. Joe is sitting in a chair next to the window and he’s staring at a piece of paper.
Done with his morning work out and he even went for a jog, grab something to bite Joe is left watch two real bad games on TV and the race is long and sucks with Burton already out of it. No baseball and it’s too early for Basketball or hockey. So Joe is left all alone with his thoughts and those thoughts are about tomorrow’s huge event.
Suicide Mission
He finds himself on Team BLPW, which isn’t what bothers him. After all he works for the BLPW and is one half of the tag team champions and coming up on Tuesday night he even has a shot at the BLPW US title. His first single’s title shot since he came back to the BLPW and could be his first single’s title he could hold in over three years. But right now, today and tomorrow, the US title feels like it’s a week away and he has the big four on four tag team to worry about.
He’s nothing more than a hired hit men. Handed a contract by Sick Nick from Steve Sinclair to any title he do wishes in the ESW, win or lose he gets a shot when he wants. AT first he was excited, he felt like if he did this he would have earned this title shot. But now, 24 hours away he has different feelings.
There is a war for the ESW. Sick Nick is driven to win to the match. He preaches about victory and how when they win everything they ever wanted would be theirs. To Sick Nick winning this match and in turn some how winning control in the ESW means more than anything to him. Bad knee and all, Sick Nick is putting everything on the line for this win. Joe was on board. He could see the drive, the desire in Sick Nick’s eyes. Something he has never seen before, even when he found him in that run down gym in Kentucky trying to fulfill a long life dream. It was that fire in his eyes that made Joe take the contract, the one he now holds and looks at and sigh his name on the dotted line.
It’s now that same contract that has Double J doubting his decision At first it was just Slipstream and Sunn. Then it was Rayne. People Joe has been in the ring with and against in the ESW. But last Monday Night the tides changed when Eddie came out form under his rock to throw his hat in the fun. Joe knows Eddie has a knack for big matches like this. Joe has seen him ever since Eddie stepped in the ESW. He has watched him big match after big match. He even seen Eddie go toe to toe with Steve Sinclair himself and walk out of the ring.
It was Eddie who has Joe rattled.
Can he beat Eddie?
A question he can’t answer.
Joe looks at the paper, looks at the signature. It was Steve’s signature. He knows Steve’s signature like he knows the back of his hand. Like everyone else he thought his cousin was dead, but here it is, back form the dead. He tried to find him, tried in vein, but his own wife hasn’t seen him either. Just where does a seven foot five man hide anyways? For Raven to find Eddie to plant a seed in his head, for Sunn to plead to him to cause Eddie to come back from retirement means something huge must be going on. Something Joe himself has no idea. Nick, was vague in his reason. Raven refuses to speak to him. Said she “betrayed him” by siding with Nick and his brother. Even his brother has been tight lipped about what this really means.
Deep down Joe knows he has to take the approach that his tag team partner Shawn Sanders has. “Just go in there and do what we do.” Shawn told him the other day. “Who the fuck cares why, we can beat these guys.” he would add.
If it was just that easy.
Joe has never like feeling nothing more than pawn and right now that’s all he is, a pawn, with a signed contract in his back pocket as payment. Suddenly Joe wishes it was Tuesday Night in the fatal four way for the BLPW US title at End of the Line. There he has purpose, he knows the goal, a goal he can reach. He can taste it, feel it, burns for it.
There’s no Eddie there…..no unknown…..
Like Sanders said. “Let’s just do this.”
FTB……………………….
It’s Sunday afternoon and in a hotel room by himself is Double J Joe Jones. He a nice view of the pool form his room and if it wasn’t October and in the 40’s the pool might be a great place to spend a rather boring Sunday Afternoon. Joe is sitting in a chair next to the window and he’s staring at a piece of paper.
Done with his morning work out and he even went for a jog, grab something to bite Joe is left watch two real bad games on TV and the race is long and sucks with Burton already out of it. No baseball and it’s too early for Basketball or hockey. So Joe is left all alone with his thoughts and those thoughts are about tomorrow’s huge event.
Suicide Mission
He finds himself on Team BLPW, which isn’t what bothers him. After all he works for the BLPW and is one half of the tag team champions and coming up on Tuesday night he even has a shot at the BLPW US title. His first single’s title shot since he came back to the BLPW and could be his first single’s title he could hold in over three years. But right now, today and tomorrow, the US title feels like it’s a week away and he has the big four on four tag team to worry about.
He’s nothing more than a hired hit men. Handed a contract by Sick Nick from Steve Sinclair to any title he do wishes in the ESW, win or lose he gets a shot when he wants. AT first he was excited, he felt like if he did this he would have earned this title shot. But now, 24 hours away he has different feelings.
There is a war for the ESW. Sick Nick is driven to win to the match. He preaches about victory and how when they win everything they ever wanted would be theirs. To Sick Nick winning this match and in turn some how winning control in the ESW means more than anything to him. Bad knee and all, Sick Nick is putting everything on the line for this win. Joe was on board. He could see the drive, the desire in Sick Nick’s eyes. Something he has never seen before, even when he found him in that run down gym in Kentucky trying to fulfill a long life dream. It was that fire in his eyes that made Joe take the contract, the one he now holds and looks at and sigh his name on the dotted line.
It’s now that same contract that has Double J doubting his decision At first it was just Slipstream and Sunn. Then it was Rayne. People Joe has been in the ring with and against in the ESW. But last Monday Night the tides changed when Eddie came out form under his rock to throw his hat in the fun. Joe knows Eddie has a knack for big matches like this. Joe has seen him ever since Eddie stepped in the ESW. He has watched him big match after big match. He even seen Eddie go toe to toe with Steve Sinclair himself and walk out of the ring.
It was Eddie who has Joe rattled.
Can he beat Eddie?
A question he can’t answer.
Joe looks at the paper, looks at the signature. It was Steve’s signature. He knows Steve’s signature like he knows the back of his hand. Like everyone else he thought his cousin was dead, but here it is, back form the dead. He tried to find him, tried in vein, but his own wife hasn’t seen him either. Just where does a seven foot five man hide anyways? For Raven to find Eddie to plant a seed in his head, for Sunn to plead to him to cause Eddie to come back from retirement means something huge must be going on. Something Joe himself has no idea. Nick, was vague in his reason. Raven refuses to speak to him. Said she “betrayed him” by siding with Nick and his brother. Even his brother has been tight lipped about what this really means.
Deep down Joe knows he has to take the approach that his tag team partner Shawn Sanders has. “Just go in there and do what we do.” Shawn told him the other day. “Who the fuck cares why, we can beat these guys.” he would add.
If it was just that easy.
Joe has never like feeling nothing more than pawn and right now that’s all he is, a pawn, with a signed contract in his back pocket as payment. Suddenly Joe wishes it was Tuesday Night in the fatal four way for the BLPW US title at End of the Line. There he has purpose, he knows the goal, a goal he can reach. He can taste it, feel it, burns for it.
There’s no Eddie there…..no unknown…..
Like Sanders said. “Let’s just do this.”
FTB……………………….