Post by Steve Sinclair on Dec 24, 2013 21:51:28 GMT
Aug 30 2006
Back in his hotel sweet Double J Joe Jones walks into the living area of his room where the Tag Team title lays on the coffee table. Joe fresh from the shower is wearing shorts and a unbuttoned flannel shirt. Joe sits down on the couch and stares at the title in complete silence.
“Well.” Joe starts. “I don’t know if the inevitable happened last night or not because The EoD did in a way leave with the Tag Team title. Just not both of them. I checked myself out in the shower and everything still works, all in tack so the beating of my live didn’t come to pass either. I don’t know how to feel about last night but I know this, it isn’t over…..or is it?”
Joe leans back in the couch with a smile on his face.
“Okay look, I don’t know what went down behind closed doors and I have no clue what was said to who but I’ve been around long enough to know when someone isn’t booked the following week after a questionable ending of a title match at a pay per view, it can mean only one thing. As far as I know I’m still one half of the tag team champions. Not that could change this time tomorrow but right this second I feel good about our first title defense. Was it a complete success? Well….kinda? We’ll see what goes down from here but looking into the future…”
Joe pulls a folded up piece of paper form his front pocket of his flannel shirt, unfolds it and looks at it.
“I have a match next week against Vertigo. I want to say that I have faced you before but honestly, I can’t say that I have. You seem like a nice hard swinging heavy hitting kind of chap who is in blood and guts and I bet our match will be all of that and more. I’ll be looking to stepping in the ring against you and may the better man win, which will be me but you know, I get paid to say that and I’ll catch ya later Vert.”
Joe gives a thumbs up to the camera as the scene fades to black…………………………..
Back in his hotel sweet Double J Joe Jones walks into the living area of his room where the Tag Team title lays on the coffee table. Joe fresh from the shower is wearing shorts and a unbuttoned flannel shirt. Joe sits down on the couch and stares at the title in complete silence.
“Well.” Joe starts. “I don’t know if the inevitable happened last night or not because The EoD did in a way leave with the Tag Team title. Just not both of them. I checked myself out in the shower and everything still works, all in tack so the beating of my live didn’t come to pass either. I don’t know how to feel about last night but I know this, it isn’t over…..or is it?”
Joe leans back in the couch with a smile on his face.
“Okay look, I don’t know what went down behind closed doors and I have no clue what was said to who but I’ve been around long enough to know when someone isn’t booked the following week after a questionable ending of a title match at a pay per view, it can mean only one thing. As far as I know I’m still one half of the tag team champions. Not that could change this time tomorrow but right this second I feel good about our first title defense. Was it a complete success? Well….kinda? We’ll see what goes down from here but looking into the future…”
Joe pulls a folded up piece of paper form his front pocket of his flannel shirt, unfolds it and looks at it.
“I have a match next week against Vertigo. I want to say that I have faced you before but honestly, I can’t say that I have. You seem like a nice hard swinging heavy hitting kind of chap who is in blood and guts and I bet our match will be all of that and more. I’ll be looking to stepping in the ring against you and may the better man win, which will be me but you know, I get paid to say that and I’ll catch ya later Vert.”
Joe gives a thumbs up to the camera as the scene fades to black…………………………..