Post by Steve Sinclair on Dec 24, 2013 21:56:41 GMT
Aug 17 2006
Some time after Epic Double J Joe Jones who ended up not facing Ryan Hall after all is in his locker room getting out of his hot pink jump suit when he discovers he’s not alone.
“God Lord man, you look like a huge pink dildo in that thing.”
Joe turns around, the jump suit partially off, hung up around his waist. “Chris! I didn’t know you where here?”
“You know me man, always hanging around.”
Walking into the frame is Chris Klucsaritis. You might be asking just who in the hell is Chris Klucsaritis? You would know him better has Mortis, or you might even know him better as Chris Kanyon. Yes the former WCW and WWF InVasion MVP is in the house he’s good friends with Double J. They hug and pat each other on the back.
JJ “Where have you been man?”
CK “Oh hanging around, working some shows here and there. You know.”
JJ “Yeah I know.”
CK “Seriously dude, you look like a big fucking dildo.”
JJ “I might but I didn’t have to face that Hall kid.”
CK “This is true.”
Chris and Joe talk for hours after words. Good buddies from way back in the day where they trained with each other. They even thought of forming a tag team in the WCW but nothing ever came from it. Much like Chris Kanyon, Joe had to work extra hard to break into the business and once he busted in it’s even harder to stay in the spot light some. While Joe claims to be the first ever gay World heavyweight champion, he doesn’t claim to be the first ever gay wrestler with a popular and catchy catchphrase. That honor would belong to Chris.
Double J is walking down a dirt road with a fishing pole in his right hand and a tackle box in his left. Wearing a old beat up pair of blue jeans and a old white t shirt Joe is headed towards his trusty fishing hole. Joe swings the pole around and rests it on his shoulder as he walks down the dirt road.
JJ “I guess you can say we put the smack down on Hall and Dunn….in fact you can say their done hehe. We took two members of the EoD and it felt awesome. I guess the only way to put it into words would for you to watch Tommy Boy. David Spade and Chris Farley movie where Chris tries to saves his old man’s plants. In the scene where the deer wakes up and tears the fuck out of the car and Spade and Farley bolt from the car to watch that deer, moose what ever the fuck that thing was leap from the car and Farley starts to chuckle and go, That was….AWESOME!!! Yeah that’s how it felt like last night. Silly ideas come from drunks and I’m not saying Sanders and I were intoxicated but when you had a few and you find a pink ski mask….well bad things can only come from that.
All kidding and pink ski masks aside our plan almost work Monday night. Hall and Dunn, check, got them. Kaos and Proffitt on the other hand, well they play real good at hide and go seek and while I was busy looking for you two slugs, I should have known to start looking in the ring first. But that is okay. Wanna know why?”
Joe looks at his fishing pole.
“I’m going fishing. Fishing for someone to help watch our backs this week at Epic. As great as Sanders and I are, it’s kinda hard to fend off 4-5 guys every night. So I think I know someone who can help. Someone to help even the numbers some. But enough of the EoD. In a fair match they know they can’t beat us. I have to start looking towards next week. My next match, the next challenge and I can say I don’t have anything bad to say really about my opponent and the BLPW US champion James Garza.”
Joe finally comes to his fishing hole. A old Beaver pond off the beaten trail. He sits down on a old log and starts to bait his hook.
“Honestly I like the name Garza….I don’t know why it kinda feels funny rolling off the tongue. Garza! GarrrrrrrrZA! Like Zorro or something. Hehe Grrrrrrrrrrrza gunna kick your ass hehe. Anyways Garza, I don’t have a beef with you. Congrats on wining the US title and I’m not going to waste your time with, “you’re lucky this is a non title match otherwise that title would be mine” crap. In fact Garza I’m going to do the opposite. I’m going to wish you luck. Not that you need it but wishing you luck to us in having a solid action packed match. Hopefully knock on wood.”
Joe knocks on the log he’s sitting on.
“We can have a uninterrupted match with no nonsense. Maybe we can learn something from each other, test and push our abilities against each other and only god knows James we both could use a nice solid tune up match for the pay per view. A little something to shake off some rust or to fine tune some moves. So James….”
In the tackle box is a cold one. Actually there isn’t much in the form of bait and tackle, mostly ice and cans. Joe pops the top and holds it up.
“Garza…..cheers and good luck at Epic.”
Joe takes a swig of the beverage and cast his rod as the scene fades to black…………………………….
Some time after Epic Double J Joe Jones who ended up not facing Ryan Hall after all is in his locker room getting out of his hot pink jump suit when he discovers he’s not alone.
“God Lord man, you look like a huge pink dildo in that thing.”
Joe turns around, the jump suit partially off, hung up around his waist. “Chris! I didn’t know you where here?”
“You know me man, always hanging around.”
Walking into the frame is Chris Klucsaritis. You might be asking just who in the hell is Chris Klucsaritis? You would know him better has Mortis, or you might even know him better as Chris Kanyon. Yes the former WCW and WWF InVasion MVP is in the house he’s good friends with Double J. They hug and pat each other on the back.
JJ “Where have you been man?”
CK “Oh hanging around, working some shows here and there. You know.”
JJ “Yeah I know.”
CK “Seriously dude, you look like a big fucking dildo.”
JJ “I might but I didn’t have to face that Hall kid.”
CK “This is true.”
Chris and Joe talk for hours after words. Good buddies from way back in the day where they trained with each other. They even thought of forming a tag team in the WCW but nothing ever came from it. Much like Chris Kanyon, Joe had to work extra hard to break into the business and once he busted in it’s even harder to stay in the spot light some. While Joe claims to be the first ever gay World heavyweight champion, he doesn’t claim to be the first ever gay wrestler with a popular and catchy catchphrase. That honor would belong to Chris.
The next day……
Double J is walking down a dirt road with a fishing pole in his right hand and a tackle box in his left. Wearing a old beat up pair of blue jeans and a old white t shirt Joe is headed towards his trusty fishing hole. Joe swings the pole around and rests it on his shoulder as he walks down the dirt road.
JJ “I guess you can say we put the smack down on Hall and Dunn….in fact you can say their done hehe. We took two members of the EoD and it felt awesome. I guess the only way to put it into words would for you to watch Tommy Boy. David Spade and Chris Farley movie where Chris tries to saves his old man’s plants. In the scene where the deer wakes up and tears the fuck out of the car and Spade and Farley bolt from the car to watch that deer, moose what ever the fuck that thing was leap from the car and Farley starts to chuckle and go, That was….AWESOME!!! Yeah that’s how it felt like last night. Silly ideas come from drunks and I’m not saying Sanders and I were intoxicated but when you had a few and you find a pink ski mask….well bad things can only come from that.
All kidding and pink ski masks aside our plan almost work Monday night. Hall and Dunn, check, got them. Kaos and Proffitt on the other hand, well they play real good at hide and go seek and while I was busy looking for you two slugs, I should have known to start looking in the ring first. But that is okay. Wanna know why?”
Joe looks at his fishing pole.
“I’m going fishing. Fishing for someone to help watch our backs this week at Epic. As great as Sanders and I are, it’s kinda hard to fend off 4-5 guys every night. So I think I know someone who can help. Someone to help even the numbers some. But enough of the EoD. In a fair match they know they can’t beat us. I have to start looking towards next week. My next match, the next challenge and I can say I don’t have anything bad to say really about my opponent and the BLPW US champion James Garza.”
Joe finally comes to his fishing hole. A old Beaver pond off the beaten trail. He sits down on a old log and starts to bait his hook.
“Honestly I like the name Garza….I don’t know why it kinda feels funny rolling off the tongue. Garza! GarrrrrrrrZA! Like Zorro or something. Hehe Grrrrrrrrrrrza gunna kick your ass hehe. Anyways Garza, I don’t have a beef with you. Congrats on wining the US title and I’m not going to waste your time with, “you’re lucky this is a non title match otherwise that title would be mine” crap. In fact Garza I’m going to do the opposite. I’m going to wish you luck. Not that you need it but wishing you luck to us in having a solid action packed match. Hopefully knock on wood.”
Joe knocks on the log he’s sitting on.
“We can have a uninterrupted match with no nonsense. Maybe we can learn something from each other, test and push our abilities against each other and only god knows James we both could use a nice solid tune up match for the pay per view. A little something to shake off some rust or to fine tune some moves. So James….”
In the tackle box is a cold one. Actually there isn’t much in the form of bait and tackle, mostly ice and cans. Joe pops the top and holds it up.
“Garza…..cheers and good luck at Epic.”
Joe takes a swig of the beverage and cast his rod as the scene fades to black…………………………….