Post by biggs on Dec 18, 2009 13:52:46 GMT -4
Airing Wednesday, December 16
Depeche Mode's “Spacewalker” plays as the words “Biggs' First Contact” flash across the starry background. The video switches to Biggs and Ellie on the First Contact set. Biggs has a pair of blue jeans and a dark blue shirt with his ring jacket on, as well as his signature shades, while Ellie is dressed in a sensible blue dress, with long black boots, and a jacket similar to Biggs', complete with blue feathers on the shoulders. The APW Overdrive Championship is on the clear podium to the left of Biggs. The APW Overdrive Champion begins to speak.
Biggs: Ladies and gentlemen, one and all, welcome to the #1 professional wrestling web show on all of the Internet, welcome to Biggs' First Contact! As you all can tell, I have a new co-host today, so let me allow her to introduce herself.
Ellie: Hi everybody! I'm Ellie!
She giggles her infectious giggle.
Biggs: If you all don't mind, I'm going to skip the pleasantries and hop right into business. Pence, seriously, are sophomoric gay jokes the best you can come up with? Quite frankly, I'm disappointed that a man of your supposed standing would stoop so low. I expected that from Shadow, Lively, and other more unrefined individuals, but as former APW World Heavyweight Champion, I hold you to a higher standard. Furthermore, for you to imply that I am paying Ellie keep up “appearances” of being straight, well, that's just insulting not just to me, but to her. At the end of your little speech, you chastised your friend for mocking my girlfriend, yet you essentially called her a whore by saying that I need to make sure I make monthly deposits. This is yet another example of your hypocrisy. I don't blame your little friend for his insolence, after all, he has you to look up to for his example. By correcting him for disrespecting my girlfriend, it's like the pot calling the kettle black, and in this case, you're the pot! On the topic of the gay jokes, let's be honest here, you rode those jokes down to the ground, relying on them for cheap humor and character assassination that wasn't even funny in the slightest. And what's worse is that you brought Level-One into the mix! Now it's time for me to get open here, I am a Level-One fan. I think the guy is a great wrestler, and a deserving APW Heavyweight Champion. That doesn't mean that I want to sleep with him, as you so untactfully claimed. Let's be honest here, Pence, your pot shot at our champ was desperate, cheap, and otherwise base. It's also horribly easy humor. Here's an example. “Pence is fruiter than an orchard!” See, I just came up with that off the top of my head, with no effort. Do I really believe that Pence Weatherlight is a flaming homosexual? No, not in the slightest, but I said it to make a point, that being that Pence, you're uncreative in your insults, and I find that more insulting than the actual things you said. If you're going to mock me, Pence, please be specific, and please make fun of me for something that has actually happened or for something that is actually true. You think it makes you sound clever by being so vulgar, but it really just shows how crass and pathetic of a human being you really are, Pence.
Ellie: Seriously, Pence, my man here ain't dainty, as you said. Sure, he may be small for a wrestler, but that makes his achievements in the ring all that more amazing! He may not have the same physical gifts that many in your craft do, at least in terms of size and strength, but he more than makes up for it with his combination of speed, athleticism, and most importantly, intelligence. You're just jealous of him!
Biggs: I have to agree with Ellie, Pence, and not just because she stated the obvious. This brings me back to the point I made about your style being limited in comparison to mine. You misread that as me saying that you're a bad wrestler. I didn't think that I would have to clarify what I said, because I assumed you to be intelligent enough to get what I was actually saying, and that is that your style, while effective in some circumstances, is ultimately quite simple. You have a high impact, powerful style, and your move set, so to speak, is actually pretty straight forward. You chain a punch of punishing, high impact moves as closely together as you can, trying to jar your opponent enough to where you can get the three count on them. It is a sound strategy that has worked for many in the past, and it matches your physical gifts. That said, it's horribly basic. For a man who claims to want to entertain the fans above all else, your style is wholly uncreative and straight forward. You don't innovate, you don't take chances, you just try to steamroll your opponents with power move after power move, which can be fun at first, but ultimately, grows boring when it's done again and again. On the other hand, I myself am constantly innovating and thinking of new moves to try in that ring. Granted, my intent isn't to entertain the fans, I could care less what they think, but rather, to show my skill, my artistry in that ring. Your style basic, simple, like motel art, while mine is like that of Monet or Da Vinci. While amazing the fans is never my primary concern, I do know that my style, my moves do indeed amaze some of them, they're just too proud to admit that they like the bad guy! People dislike me because of my attitude, not because of my wrestling ability. If you talk to any fan, if they were truly honest, the could never call me a bad wrestler, only a bad human being, which I'm okay with, because as Machiavelli states, the ends justify the means. I never said that your style was ineffective, because as a former APW Champion, it had to work for you at least once when it counted, but it is in all honesty, limited in it's scope and imagination. You stick to what has worked for you in the past, rather than try to innovate, to try and wow your fans with something wholly new and unique. That's what I mean when I said your style was limited. I had hoped that you'd be smart enough to where I didn't have to waste my time describing in depth something so simple. One reason why you did lose to Level-One so many times was indeed that he is an innovator, a creative genius in that ring, if you will. I know that I'm opening myself up for more of you little gay jokes by complimenting Level-One, but other than the Axis and Victor Hades, he's the only other guy here that I respect, and as APW Heavyweight Champion, he's a pretty good measuring stick to compare others to. Simply put, Pence, if you want to be able to beat me at Christmas Chaos, you're going to have to push yourself, do something new and original, be creative in that ring, because I have watched tapes of your matches, seen your tendencies, your habits in that ring, to the point where I can see what series of moves you chain together most often without even thinking about it. I implore of you, Pence, to surprise me this Sunday. Do something the fans have never seen, otherwise, they'll see the familiar scene of you laid out at the end of your match on pay per view.
Ellie: I can't wait to see that!
Biggs: Neither can I, my sweet, neither can I. And on my prior point of you being a physical wrestler, again, I think you missed the intent of my words, so I'll have to further describe a seemingly simple concept just so you can understand. Really, Pence, how simple minded can you be? When I said your style was physical, I wasn't stating it in saying that, “Oh, he's one physical wrestler!” No crap! What professional wrestler isn't physical in that ring? It's simply the nature of what we do. No, Pence, when I said that you were primarily a physical wrestler, I was saying that you don't use your brain as much as your brawn, that you rely more on your physical talents than your mental talents in that ring. Granted, you have proven to me exactly how you need to do that in order to succeed, because you've shown your mental capacity is sorely lacking.
Ellie: Yeah, duh, Pence! What a moron!
Biggs: Man, Ellie, I've never seen you this vicious or nasty towards somebody else. I'm not sure if I like this side of you...
Ellie: It's just that Pence has made me a very mad woman with his comments and general suckiness as a human being! He's a stinking hypocrite, and the thought of him even beating you this Sunday and becoming Overdrive Champion made me throw up in my mouth a little. Also, if anyone's a whore, it's him! He's a whore for the fans' attention!
Biggs: Okay, I do like this side of you! And don't worry, honey, that won't be happening. But furthermore, Pence, you proved your delusional, simple mind in your comments about the APW Overdrive Championship. You claimed that I disrespected the belt by calling it a “second tier” title, that I somehow slighted the title I have worked so hard to bring legitimacy and honor to. Pence, you're flat out stupid! What I just said there was an insult. When I called my APW Overdrive Championship a second tier title, it was merely a statement of fact. I accept the fact that my belt is secondary to the APW Heavyweight Championship in terms of prestige, and that's the way it should be. I do agree with you that my belt should be the heart and soul of the show, I mean it does share a name with a weekly broadcast. But to claim that it should mean more than the APW Heavyweight Championship is asinine. And for somebody who didn't even want the title, you sure are trying to defend it's reputation. Let's take a look back to the last Overdrive, where your stance on the Overdrive Championship was clearly established. Let's roll the clip!
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Madok: Hey, are you worried about Christmas Chaos?
Pence once again looks up from the television and quirks a brow.
Pence: What do you mean, Madok?
Madok: I mean that if Biggs loses tonight you will not be fighting for that title at Christmas Chaos...you will just be fighting Biggs.
Pence: You know, it has crossed my mind once or twice, but I know that tonight it really doesn't matter about who is walking out of here with the Overdrive title. The only thing that matters is that these fans are entertained at Christmas Chaos and I will be making sure that they are entertained.
Madok: Yeah...that's good and all, but seriously wouldn't suck if Biggs let you down tonight, and lost to that cock bite Shadow.
Pence: Biggs will be losing that title either way, either by having his ass kicked by me or by having his ass kicked by Shadow, doesn't matter to me. Just as long as he gets his ass kicked, I am fine.
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Biggs: Looks to me like you don't really care about my Overdrive Championship, Pence. Looks to me like you're more concerned with kicking my butt than winning a championship here. So how dare you stand there and try to claim the belt's glory when you yourself could've cared less whether it was on the line a few weeks ago. Also, I can't help but notice the foul language that probably made the censor crap themselves, but that's besides the point. Your stance on my APW Overdrive Championship is yet another example of your hypocritical nature, Pence, and further proof that you don't deserve my title.
Ellie: Hear hear!
Biggs: When I defended my belt against Shadow, I was defending the belt against somebody who didn't deserve it due to his accomplishments in the ring, somebody who had built his reputation on the backs of no-names and bottom of the barrel wrestlers, a man who despite his immense skill, didn't push himself towards real glory. You, on the other hand, Pence, don't deserve my belt based on your poor character. Over the past month, you have shown yourself to be a coward with your unprovoked attacks on the other wrestlers, you have shown yourself to be uncreative with your in-ring work, and you've shown yourself to be a first class jerk. I shudder to think of how the fans can actually love you, because let's face it, you're even worse than me! At least when I use my dirty, underhanded tactics, I can chalk it up to my Machiavellian world view. I know that I am not a very good person because of this, but I don't hide that fact. Like I said in my last video, Pence, you want the best of both worlds. You want to be able to get away with whatever you want, yet you want the fans to love you. It shouldn't work like that. If you can be cheered for what you do, than so should I. Not to say that I necessarily want the cheers or adoration, I don't need them. Still, it's a double standard. But then again, what can I expect, you are “The Golden Boy,” Pence, the man whom everyone loves to love. Simply put, Pence, you're just as bad a person as I am, if not more, yet you insist on being viewed as the good guy. It's a paradox that you can be Mr. Dark-and-Brooding-Emo-Jerk, and yet the fans love you for it. It doesn't make sense to me, not in the slightest. I mean, you flat out attacked Draven after his loss on Overdrive, for what reason? None. When you faced Joe Martinez following One Night In Hell, you attacked him from behind before the match even began, for what reason? None. You dressed up like a turkey and attacked me as my Thanksgiving celebration was coming to a close, for what reason? Only that you had been named the number one contender for the Overdrive Championship. I did nothing to provoke that attack. At worst, I may have said a few unkind words about you, but for you to respond in such a forceful, physical manner, well, the response was disproportional to the initial action. And yet the fans cheer you for your out-of-control ways. Now I realize the fans aren't the brightest bulbs in the tree, but it boggles the mind that a man of your nature can be viewed as a fan favorite. You really are a despicable person, Pence, whether you like to admit it or not.
Ellie: If he won't admit, I will! Pence, you're a despicable person!
Biggs: Gosh I love you!
Ellie: I know!
She giggles.
Biggs: Good Star Wars reference. But back to Pence Weatherlight. Pence, I know that you will be bringing all you've got this Sunday at Christmas Chaos. I know that you're going to do everything you can to walk out of the Staples Center as the new APW Overdrive Champion. But so will I. I don't expect this Sunday to be a cakewalk for either one of us, not in the slightest, but I do know that in the end, I am the better man. You see, Pence, it doesn't matter whether I'm light-years ahead of you in wrestling skill or merely a tiny bit, just that I am better than you.
Ellie: Which he is!
Biggs: Thanks. Pence, I couldn't help but notice that during your whole little rant against me, you did not heed attention to the fact that I have already beaten a former APW World Heavyweight Champion in an Overdrive Title defense when I beat Michael Lively to retain my belt. Next to the amazing Two-out-of-Three Falls match I had on the last Overdrive of the year, that stands out to me as my signature victory as Overdrive Champion. After this Sunday, I'll have another signature victory to add to my growing list of accomplishments as I restore the honor and prestige to the Overdrive Championship that it so richly deserves. I think you ignored that fact simply because you didn't want to admit to yourself that losing to me this Sunday is a very real possibility for you. And it is, Pence, don't make any mistakes about it. People have called me the underdog coming into this match, they've said that I should be worried about facing a former APW Heavyweight Champion, but in my mind, I've been here, done that, and the fact that you used to be champ doesn't bother me at all. It'll make my victory all that much more sweeter when the ref raises my arm and gives me my belt back at the conclusion of the match. Pence, I'm looking forward to this Sunday. I can't wait. Because this Sunday, you'll find out why I'm AWESOME!
Ellie: And why he's out of this world!
Biggs: So folks, don't forget to order Christmas Chaos on pay per view this Sunday, and until next time, keep watching the stars!
First Contact comes to a close as Ellie gives Biggs a peck on the cheek, causing him to blush as the screen fades to black. The APW logo and copyright flash across the screen.
***
Friday, December 18, 4:30 pm
Outside of Ellie's parents' house
Gary Biggerstaff's blue Toyota Prius has just pulled up outside of a quaint yellow house nestled in a small community just outside of Stanford, California. The house is a single story house with the stereotypical white-picket fence, a green lawn, and slightly faded shutters on the windows. The mailbox reads “Banks” in bright green letters. Gary is dressed in black slacks with a light blue shirt and a dark blue tie, while Ellie is dressed in a purple sweater and white skirt that goes past her knees. She has a white headband, and otherwise has her hair down. Gary fidgets a bit as he parks the car, and Ellie lets out her usual giggle.
Ellie: You're nervous!
Gary: No, no I'm not...
Ellie: Yeah you are! You're fidgeting! You're nervous to meet my parents, aren't you!
Gary: Okay, maybe I am. It's just that I've never had to meet the parents, so to speak, so this is a very new experience for me. You're dad's not going to go all Robert DeNiro on me, is he?
Ellie: Ha! No, no he won't. My dad's the most gentle, sweetest man you'll ever meet. It's my mom you have to worry about.
Gary's eyes get wide with panic.
Ellie: I'm kidding, I'm kidding! Actually, my parents are super excited to meet you. I've told them pretty much all about you, and sent them a link to the wikipedia page about you.
Gary: There's actually some inaccuracies on that page about me. At least once a week, there's somebody who edits it to say that I'm gay, and every week, it gets taken down, normally on Tuesday.
Ellie: I sent it to them on Monday...
Ellie gulps, and gives a cheesy grin and shoulder shrug to suggest that she's guilty. Gary plants his hand in his palm, shaking his head.
Ellie: I'm kidding! Again! No, my parents told me that when they read the page, they knew it was a lie.
Gary: That's real comforting. Well, I guess it's time to get this show on the road.
Ellie: Yep!
Gary unbuckles himself, and gets out of the car, walking around to open Ellie's door, offering his hand to help her out of the vehicle herself. He shuts the door, and presses the button to lock the doors, hearing the sound of the Prius chirping to confirm that the doors did indeed lock. They quickly grab some presents out of the trunk, and Ellie takes hold of the APW Overdrive Championship belt.
Gary: You want me to bring that in? I don't want it to seem like I'm showing off to your parents. You know what they say about first impressions.
Ellie: You wouldn't be showing off. Not if I was the one carrying it. Then I'd be the one showing off! Plus, my mom will love it!
Gary: Okay. Just be careful with it.
Ellie: No problem!
Ellie clasps the belts around her waist, and the two walk though the white-washed gate and head up to the front porch. Ellie rings the doorbell, and they hear the booming sound of two sets of feet running towards the door. Gary looks at Ellie, and snickers, thinking about how she always runs to the door when he comes to pick her up. The door swings open, and they are greeted by Ellie's parents, who are slightly out of breath and laughing as they open the door. Her mom is a shorter woman, about 5 feet, 3 inches tall, with the same brown color hair as Ellie, although she wears it in a pony tail. She is a slender woman, just like her daughter, and is dressed in a bright red sweater and black pants. Ellie's dad is a tall man, about 6 foot 2, and has a bald head and rich blue eyes. His nose is slightly bigger than it should be for his face, and he has a brown mustache. He has on a pair of nice blue jeans and surprisingly enough, a Biggs t-shirt.
Ellie's Mom: I beat your father to the door, so I get first dibs on the hugs!
Ellie's mom immediately embraces her, although Ellie can't reciprocate because her hands are full.
Ellie's Dad: Allow me to help you with that.
Her dad reaches to grab some of the packages from Gary.
Gary: Thank you sir.
Ellie's Dad: Please, call me John.
As they step into the house, Gary sees that it looks pretty much exactly what he would expect it to based on the outside of the house. The carpet is a tan color, and the furniture is bright red. The layout of the room is simple, and uncluttered, save for the Christmas tree in the corner, where a ton of presents are already wrapped and placed under the tree. The walls are a rich green, and there are all sorts of pictures hanging on the wall. Most of them are of Ellie when she was younger, and Gary snickers to himself at the sight of her awkward teenage years. The two men set the boxes down near the tree, and then grabs the boxes from Ellie as her mom maintains a death grip on her. Gary and John then shake hands. With the boxes out of her hands, Ellie can fully embrace her mom, who hugs her tight for a long time, before letting go and immediately hugging Gary with the same ferocity that she hugged her daughter. Gary is taken slightly aback by it, but having spent the last month with Ellie, it doesn't surprise him. While Ellie's mom squeezes the life out of Gary, John gives his daughter a hug as well. Gary's face is slightly red as Ellie's mom lets go, and introduces herself.
Ellie's Mom: I'm Carol. It's so good to finally meet you! Ellie's been talking a lot about you, and it's so good to see that everything she said about you being handsome is true!
John: Hey, I'm in the room still!
Carol: I didn't say he was more handsome than you, dear!
Ellie: Hey! Are you saying my boyfriend isn't handsome!?
The three members of the Banks family all laugh together, while Gary looks on and smiles. He is moved by the closeness of the family, as it reminds him a lot of his own. After a few moments, Carol realizes that Ellie is wearing the APW Overdrive Championship around her waist.
Carol: Well what do we have here? Is my daughter the champion? Did you beat this young man for the belt?
Ellie: Only because he's a gentleman and didn't fight back!
John: It's a good thing too, otherwise, we'd have some business to attend to.
John jokingly raises a clenched fist towards Gary, who puts both of his hands up in defense. John laughs and reaches to grabs Gary, pulling him in for a side headlock and a noogie, which Gary lets him get away with.
Ellie: Actually, I'm holding it because Gary didn't want to show it off, but I did! It's actually still his belt, and he has a big match this Sunday.
Carol: Oh, I hope we aren't taking too much of his time here, then, because I want him to beat that Pence character! I don't like him one bit!
John: And I'll have you know, she's not just saying that. Carol's been watching wrestling since Ellie went off to college, and you're her favorite wrestler.
Gary: Well thanks, I'm glad to hear that. It isn't awkward in the slightest that I'm dating a fans daughter...
Carol laughs. It's quite similar to Ellie's infectious giggle.
Carol: Don't worry. Ellie didn't even know that I watched wrestling until she told me about you. John and I already got tickets to the Christmas Chaos show the moment they went on sale.
John: She's dragging me along. Can you believe the audacity of that woman?
Gary: (dryly) Nope, I can't. I just can't...
This draws laughter from everybody. Gary thinks to himself how he already loves this family a few moments after meeting them, impressed not only by their sense of humor, but just the fact that he can tell that they love each other deeply, and will love him too so long as he doesn't mess things up with Ellie. It's a very good feeling for him.
Carol: Well, dinner's almost ready, so I'm going to go put the final touches on everything. Ellie, if you could be a doll and come help me, it would be fantastic.
Ellie: Sure, no problem mom!
The two women talks as they head through the wooden archway towards the kitchen.
Carol: I got an extra apron, so you won't get anything on that beautiful sweater.
Ellie: Thanks mom.
As the two disappear into the kitchen, John turns to Gary, and they begin to speak.
John: Let's head over to the dinner table. Carol likes to see people excited for her cooking.
Gary: No problem, sir.
John: Please, it's John. You don't need to be so uptight, man. You may not be legally family, but unless you do something to hurt Ellie, you're already family in my book!
He pats Gary on the back as they head for the dining room. Gary thinks about how quick this family is to latch onto people, as Ellie was very quick to declare them a dating couple. Although things are moving a bit faster than he expected and would be comfortable with, Gary can't help but feel happy about his current circumstances. John and Gary soon reach the dinning room, and it's a modest nook, with a dark wooden table with enough room for four. The walls are a light, muted yellow, and the floor is made of a lighter wood. The room is decorated with water colors of various restaurant signs, all framed and hanged neatly on the wall. John points to one of the McDonald's logo.
John: Ellie painted all of these in high school. She took a commercial art class, and when she came home, she whipped out this series in a little over three weeks.
Gary: Wow. These are really good. John, I just got to say, thank you for your hospitality, but there's something I kind of wanted to talk with you about.
John: What's on your mind?
Gary: Well, I know that Ellie and I have only been dating for about a month now, but I really like her a lot. Actually, I love her, and I would really like to help her pay for college. I know that the only reason she didn't finish was because she couldn't afford it, and I'd really like to help her.
John: Yeah, I hear you. Carol and I would have loved to do it ourselves as well, but we're just outside of the bracket where they give financial aid. We're too poor to help her out, but too rich for her to get aid. The thing is, if I know Ellie, she won't take the handout. She'll want to earn it.
Gary: I know what you mean. That's why I offered Ellie a job as my manager, so I could give her the money she needs for school without it being like a handout. I just wanted to ask for your permission before taking her out on the road with me.
John: I appreciate that. While I do have some reservations about my baby traveling the world with a bunch of rowdy wrestlers, from what she's told me about you, and the fact that your asking me this question show me that you're a good man who will take care of her. And I do realize that in these modern times, more and more couples aren't waiting for marriage...
Gary: No, it's nothing like that. Ellie and I haven't even discussed that, and I won't unless we get married. I can guarantee that she'll always have her own room, and that my associate will help me protect her from the other guys...
John: That big fella, The Beast? I feel good about that. Y'know, Ellie's an adult, and if she wants to do it, Carol and I are more than happy for her. I really appreciate how honest and upfront you've been with me. You're so much better than the usual batch of losers Ellie falls in with.
Gary: Umm...Thanks. It's just that I see so much potential in Ellie for her future, and I want to be able to help in any way that I can. Also, the thought of being separated from her so long once APW leaves California is troubling to me.
John: Just so long as you make sure she gets back to visit us on a semi-regular basis.
Gary: Oh, no worries on that one. I have a private jet, so that shouldn't be a problem one bit.
John: Mr. Big-Shot, eh! You know, if you and Ellie do end up getting married, Carol and I could retire flat out! Best of luck to you, pal!
John laughs as he slugs Gary lightly on the shoulder. In the kitchen, Ellie is helping her mother cut the roast. Carol wears an apron that says “Kiss the Cook,” while Ellie wears one that says, “Kiss the Other Cook.” They talk as they put the finishing touches on the meal.
Carol: What a sweet young man you've found, Ellie. I guess working at that dreadful bar has finally paid off for you, sweetie.
Ellie: I guess so. I don't know what it is about Gary, but the first moment I met him, I knew that he was different.
Carol: I'll say. It's so surprising that a man so polite and kind as him can be such a big jerk on TV. Still, I love it when he's a jerk, it's when he's at his best. His face run back in UWE was forgettable at best.
Ellie: I wouldn't know. I actually just got into wrestling because of him. Still, I wanted to talk with you about something real quick, mom. Gary has offered me to be his manager. I'd get to travel the world with him, and I'd get to go out to the ring with him every week!
Carol: That's just lovely! You should totally do it, honey. That way, I'd get to see you every week, rather than the once or twice a month we get now.
Ellie: But I wouldn't get to see you...
Carol: Ellie, you're a young woman. You should take this opportunity to see the world, get out of that ratty bar, and actually experience life. Plus, it doesn't hurt that you'd get to hang out with your mother's favorite wrestler, which in turn means that your mother gets to hang out with her favorite wrestler.
Ellie: Thanks mom!
The two women grab up some trays and make their way to the dinning room. Carol places the pot roast in the middle of the table, while Ellie puts down a bowl of mashed potatoes. John and Gary get up to help grab the rest of the food, and in a couple of trips, they have all the fixings and dishes on the table. They have a lively dinner, filled with rich conversation and good food. After dinner, they open their presents. John and Carol are delighted by the numerous handmade gifts Ellie made for them, and Carol loves the Best of Biggs DVD. Ellie got mostly clothes from her parents, as well as some DVDs and a scrapbook that her mom made of the past year for the family. John and Carol got Gary a gift as well, and hand it to him. He rips open the wrapping paper, and opens the box, pulling out another scrapbook Carol made, with a picture of him in his wrestling gear on the front. Inside the book are a ton of magazine clippings of stories about him and snapshots. On the last page, there's a note that reads, “Welcome to the family. Love, John and Carol.” Gary can't help but smile, and gives the both of them big hugs. As the night winds down, it unfortunately comes time for Gary and Ellie to get headed out. There are even more hugs, and John and Carol wave as Gary opens the car door for Ellie. Ellie blows a kiss to her mom and dad, and Carol blows one right back. Gary enters the car himself and gets buckled up.
Gary: Y'know, that was a really fun evening. Your parents are simply great, Ellie.
Ellie: I know! When do I get to meet yours?
Depeche Mode's “Spacewalker” plays as the words “Biggs' First Contact” flash across the starry background. The video switches to Biggs and Ellie on the First Contact set. Biggs has a pair of blue jeans and a dark blue shirt with his ring jacket on, as well as his signature shades, while Ellie is dressed in a sensible blue dress, with long black boots, and a jacket similar to Biggs', complete with blue feathers on the shoulders. The APW Overdrive Championship is on the clear podium to the left of Biggs. The APW Overdrive Champion begins to speak.
Biggs: Ladies and gentlemen, one and all, welcome to the #1 professional wrestling web show on all of the Internet, welcome to Biggs' First Contact! As you all can tell, I have a new co-host today, so let me allow her to introduce herself.
Ellie: Hi everybody! I'm Ellie!
She giggles her infectious giggle.
Biggs: If you all don't mind, I'm going to skip the pleasantries and hop right into business. Pence, seriously, are sophomoric gay jokes the best you can come up with? Quite frankly, I'm disappointed that a man of your supposed standing would stoop so low. I expected that from Shadow, Lively, and other more unrefined individuals, but as former APW World Heavyweight Champion, I hold you to a higher standard. Furthermore, for you to imply that I am paying Ellie keep up “appearances” of being straight, well, that's just insulting not just to me, but to her. At the end of your little speech, you chastised your friend for mocking my girlfriend, yet you essentially called her a whore by saying that I need to make sure I make monthly deposits. This is yet another example of your hypocrisy. I don't blame your little friend for his insolence, after all, he has you to look up to for his example. By correcting him for disrespecting my girlfriend, it's like the pot calling the kettle black, and in this case, you're the pot! On the topic of the gay jokes, let's be honest here, you rode those jokes down to the ground, relying on them for cheap humor and character assassination that wasn't even funny in the slightest. And what's worse is that you brought Level-One into the mix! Now it's time for me to get open here, I am a Level-One fan. I think the guy is a great wrestler, and a deserving APW Heavyweight Champion. That doesn't mean that I want to sleep with him, as you so untactfully claimed. Let's be honest here, Pence, your pot shot at our champ was desperate, cheap, and otherwise base. It's also horribly easy humor. Here's an example. “Pence is fruiter than an orchard!” See, I just came up with that off the top of my head, with no effort. Do I really believe that Pence Weatherlight is a flaming homosexual? No, not in the slightest, but I said it to make a point, that being that Pence, you're uncreative in your insults, and I find that more insulting than the actual things you said. If you're going to mock me, Pence, please be specific, and please make fun of me for something that has actually happened or for something that is actually true. You think it makes you sound clever by being so vulgar, but it really just shows how crass and pathetic of a human being you really are, Pence.
Ellie: Seriously, Pence, my man here ain't dainty, as you said. Sure, he may be small for a wrestler, but that makes his achievements in the ring all that more amazing! He may not have the same physical gifts that many in your craft do, at least in terms of size and strength, but he more than makes up for it with his combination of speed, athleticism, and most importantly, intelligence. You're just jealous of him!
Biggs: I have to agree with Ellie, Pence, and not just because she stated the obvious. This brings me back to the point I made about your style being limited in comparison to mine. You misread that as me saying that you're a bad wrestler. I didn't think that I would have to clarify what I said, because I assumed you to be intelligent enough to get what I was actually saying, and that is that your style, while effective in some circumstances, is ultimately quite simple. You have a high impact, powerful style, and your move set, so to speak, is actually pretty straight forward. You chain a punch of punishing, high impact moves as closely together as you can, trying to jar your opponent enough to where you can get the three count on them. It is a sound strategy that has worked for many in the past, and it matches your physical gifts. That said, it's horribly basic. For a man who claims to want to entertain the fans above all else, your style is wholly uncreative and straight forward. You don't innovate, you don't take chances, you just try to steamroll your opponents with power move after power move, which can be fun at first, but ultimately, grows boring when it's done again and again. On the other hand, I myself am constantly innovating and thinking of new moves to try in that ring. Granted, my intent isn't to entertain the fans, I could care less what they think, but rather, to show my skill, my artistry in that ring. Your style basic, simple, like motel art, while mine is like that of Monet or Da Vinci. While amazing the fans is never my primary concern, I do know that my style, my moves do indeed amaze some of them, they're just too proud to admit that they like the bad guy! People dislike me because of my attitude, not because of my wrestling ability. If you talk to any fan, if they were truly honest, the could never call me a bad wrestler, only a bad human being, which I'm okay with, because as Machiavelli states, the ends justify the means. I never said that your style was ineffective, because as a former APW Champion, it had to work for you at least once when it counted, but it is in all honesty, limited in it's scope and imagination. You stick to what has worked for you in the past, rather than try to innovate, to try and wow your fans with something wholly new and unique. That's what I mean when I said your style was limited. I had hoped that you'd be smart enough to where I didn't have to waste my time describing in depth something so simple. One reason why you did lose to Level-One so many times was indeed that he is an innovator, a creative genius in that ring, if you will. I know that I'm opening myself up for more of you little gay jokes by complimenting Level-One, but other than the Axis and Victor Hades, he's the only other guy here that I respect, and as APW Heavyweight Champion, he's a pretty good measuring stick to compare others to. Simply put, Pence, if you want to be able to beat me at Christmas Chaos, you're going to have to push yourself, do something new and original, be creative in that ring, because I have watched tapes of your matches, seen your tendencies, your habits in that ring, to the point where I can see what series of moves you chain together most often without even thinking about it. I implore of you, Pence, to surprise me this Sunday. Do something the fans have never seen, otherwise, they'll see the familiar scene of you laid out at the end of your match on pay per view.
Ellie: I can't wait to see that!
Biggs: Neither can I, my sweet, neither can I. And on my prior point of you being a physical wrestler, again, I think you missed the intent of my words, so I'll have to further describe a seemingly simple concept just so you can understand. Really, Pence, how simple minded can you be? When I said your style was physical, I wasn't stating it in saying that, “Oh, he's one physical wrestler!” No crap! What professional wrestler isn't physical in that ring? It's simply the nature of what we do. No, Pence, when I said that you were primarily a physical wrestler, I was saying that you don't use your brain as much as your brawn, that you rely more on your physical talents than your mental talents in that ring. Granted, you have proven to me exactly how you need to do that in order to succeed, because you've shown your mental capacity is sorely lacking.
Ellie: Yeah, duh, Pence! What a moron!
Biggs: Man, Ellie, I've never seen you this vicious or nasty towards somebody else. I'm not sure if I like this side of you...
Ellie: It's just that Pence has made me a very mad woman with his comments and general suckiness as a human being! He's a stinking hypocrite, and the thought of him even beating you this Sunday and becoming Overdrive Champion made me throw up in my mouth a little. Also, if anyone's a whore, it's him! He's a whore for the fans' attention!
Biggs: Okay, I do like this side of you! And don't worry, honey, that won't be happening. But furthermore, Pence, you proved your delusional, simple mind in your comments about the APW Overdrive Championship. You claimed that I disrespected the belt by calling it a “second tier” title, that I somehow slighted the title I have worked so hard to bring legitimacy and honor to. Pence, you're flat out stupid! What I just said there was an insult. When I called my APW Overdrive Championship a second tier title, it was merely a statement of fact. I accept the fact that my belt is secondary to the APW Heavyweight Championship in terms of prestige, and that's the way it should be. I do agree with you that my belt should be the heart and soul of the show, I mean it does share a name with a weekly broadcast. But to claim that it should mean more than the APW Heavyweight Championship is asinine. And for somebody who didn't even want the title, you sure are trying to defend it's reputation. Let's take a look back to the last Overdrive, where your stance on the Overdrive Championship was clearly established. Let's roll the clip!
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Madok: Hey, are you worried about Christmas Chaos?
Pence once again looks up from the television and quirks a brow.
Pence: What do you mean, Madok?
Madok: I mean that if Biggs loses tonight you will not be fighting for that title at Christmas Chaos...you will just be fighting Biggs.
Pence: You know, it has crossed my mind once or twice, but I know that tonight it really doesn't matter about who is walking out of here with the Overdrive title. The only thing that matters is that these fans are entertained at Christmas Chaos and I will be making sure that they are entertained.
Madok: Yeah...that's good and all, but seriously wouldn't suck if Biggs let you down tonight, and lost to that cock bite Shadow.
Pence: Biggs will be losing that title either way, either by having his ass kicked by me or by having his ass kicked by Shadow, doesn't matter to me. Just as long as he gets his ass kicked, I am fine.
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Biggs: Looks to me like you don't really care about my Overdrive Championship, Pence. Looks to me like you're more concerned with kicking my butt than winning a championship here. So how dare you stand there and try to claim the belt's glory when you yourself could've cared less whether it was on the line a few weeks ago. Also, I can't help but notice the foul language that probably made the censor crap themselves, but that's besides the point. Your stance on my APW Overdrive Championship is yet another example of your hypocritical nature, Pence, and further proof that you don't deserve my title.
Ellie: Hear hear!
Biggs: When I defended my belt against Shadow, I was defending the belt against somebody who didn't deserve it due to his accomplishments in the ring, somebody who had built his reputation on the backs of no-names and bottom of the barrel wrestlers, a man who despite his immense skill, didn't push himself towards real glory. You, on the other hand, Pence, don't deserve my belt based on your poor character. Over the past month, you have shown yourself to be a coward with your unprovoked attacks on the other wrestlers, you have shown yourself to be uncreative with your in-ring work, and you've shown yourself to be a first class jerk. I shudder to think of how the fans can actually love you, because let's face it, you're even worse than me! At least when I use my dirty, underhanded tactics, I can chalk it up to my Machiavellian world view. I know that I am not a very good person because of this, but I don't hide that fact. Like I said in my last video, Pence, you want the best of both worlds. You want to be able to get away with whatever you want, yet you want the fans to love you. It shouldn't work like that. If you can be cheered for what you do, than so should I. Not to say that I necessarily want the cheers or adoration, I don't need them. Still, it's a double standard. But then again, what can I expect, you are “The Golden Boy,” Pence, the man whom everyone loves to love. Simply put, Pence, you're just as bad a person as I am, if not more, yet you insist on being viewed as the good guy. It's a paradox that you can be Mr. Dark-and-Brooding-Emo-Jerk, and yet the fans love you for it. It doesn't make sense to me, not in the slightest. I mean, you flat out attacked Draven after his loss on Overdrive, for what reason? None. When you faced Joe Martinez following One Night In Hell, you attacked him from behind before the match even began, for what reason? None. You dressed up like a turkey and attacked me as my Thanksgiving celebration was coming to a close, for what reason? Only that you had been named the number one contender for the Overdrive Championship. I did nothing to provoke that attack. At worst, I may have said a few unkind words about you, but for you to respond in such a forceful, physical manner, well, the response was disproportional to the initial action. And yet the fans cheer you for your out-of-control ways. Now I realize the fans aren't the brightest bulbs in the tree, but it boggles the mind that a man of your nature can be viewed as a fan favorite. You really are a despicable person, Pence, whether you like to admit it or not.
Ellie: If he won't admit, I will! Pence, you're a despicable person!
Biggs: Gosh I love you!
Ellie: I know!
She giggles.
Biggs: Good Star Wars reference. But back to Pence Weatherlight. Pence, I know that you will be bringing all you've got this Sunday at Christmas Chaos. I know that you're going to do everything you can to walk out of the Staples Center as the new APW Overdrive Champion. But so will I. I don't expect this Sunday to be a cakewalk for either one of us, not in the slightest, but I do know that in the end, I am the better man. You see, Pence, it doesn't matter whether I'm light-years ahead of you in wrestling skill or merely a tiny bit, just that I am better than you.
Ellie: Which he is!
Biggs: Thanks. Pence, I couldn't help but notice that during your whole little rant against me, you did not heed attention to the fact that I have already beaten a former APW World Heavyweight Champion in an Overdrive Title defense when I beat Michael Lively to retain my belt. Next to the amazing Two-out-of-Three Falls match I had on the last Overdrive of the year, that stands out to me as my signature victory as Overdrive Champion. After this Sunday, I'll have another signature victory to add to my growing list of accomplishments as I restore the honor and prestige to the Overdrive Championship that it so richly deserves. I think you ignored that fact simply because you didn't want to admit to yourself that losing to me this Sunday is a very real possibility for you. And it is, Pence, don't make any mistakes about it. People have called me the underdog coming into this match, they've said that I should be worried about facing a former APW Heavyweight Champion, but in my mind, I've been here, done that, and the fact that you used to be champ doesn't bother me at all. It'll make my victory all that much more sweeter when the ref raises my arm and gives me my belt back at the conclusion of the match. Pence, I'm looking forward to this Sunday. I can't wait. Because this Sunday, you'll find out why I'm AWESOME!
Ellie: And why he's out of this world!
Biggs: So folks, don't forget to order Christmas Chaos on pay per view this Sunday, and until next time, keep watching the stars!
First Contact comes to a close as Ellie gives Biggs a peck on the cheek, causing him to blush as the screen fades to black. The APW logo and copyright flash across the screen.
***
Friday, December 18, 4:30 pm
Outside of Ellie's parents' house
Gary Biggerstaff's blue Toyota Prius has just pulled up outside of a quaint yellow house nestled in a small community just outside of Stanford, California. The house is a single story house with the stereotypical white-picket fence, a green lawn, and slightly faded shutters on the windows. The mailbox reads “Banks” in bright green letters. Gary is dressed in black slacks with a light blue shirt and a dark blue tie, while Ellie is dressed in a purple sweater and white skirt that goes past her knees. She has a white headband, and otherwise has her hair down. Gary fidgets a bit as he parks the car, and Ellie lets out her usual giggle.
Ellie: You're nervous!
Gary: No, no I'm not...
Ellie: Yeah you are! You're fidgeting! You're nervous to meet my parents, aren't you!
Gary: Okay, maybe I am. It's just that I've never had to meet the parents, so to speak, so this is a very new experience for me. You're dad's not going to go all Robert DeNiro on me, is he?
Ellie: Ha! No, no he won't. My dad's the most gentle, sweetest man you'll ever meet. It's my mom you have to worry about.
Gary's eyes get wide with panic.
Ellie: I'm kidding, I'm kidding! Actually, my parents are super excited to meet you. I've told them pretty much all about you, and sent them a link to the wikipedia page about you.
Gary: There's actually some inaccuracies on that page about me. At least once a week, there's somebody who edits it to say that I'm gay, and every week, it gets taken down, normally on Tuesday.
Ellie: I sent it to them on Monday...
Ellie gulps, and gives a cheesy grin and shoulder shrug to suggest that she's guilty. Gary plants his hand in his palm, shaking his head.
Ellie: I'm kidding! Again! No, my parents told me that when they read the page, they knew it was a lie.
Gary: That's real comforting. Well, I guess it's time to get this show on the road.
Ellie: Yep!
Gary unbuckles himself, and gets out of the car, walking around to open Ellie's door, offering his hand to help her out of the vehicle herself. He shuts the door, and presses the button to lock the doors, hearing the sound of the Prius chirping to confirm that the doors did indeed lock. They quickly grab some presents out of the trunk, and Ellie takes hold of the APW Overdrive Championship belt.
Gary: You want me to bring that in? I don't want it to seem like I'm showing off to your parents. You know what they say about first impressions.
Ellie: You wouldn't be showing off. Not if I was the one carrying it. Then I'd be the one showing off! Plus, my mom will love it!
Gary: Okay. Just be careful with it.
Ellie: No problem!
Ellie clasps the belts around her waist, and the two walk though the white-washed gate and head up to the front porch. Ellie rings the doorbell, and they hear the booming sound of two sets of feet running towards the door. Gary looks at Ellie, and snickers, thinking about how she always runs to the door when he comes to pick her up. The door swings open, and they are greeted by Ellie's parents, who are slightly out of breath and laughing as they open the door. Her mom is a shorter woman, about 5 feet, 3 inches tall, with the same brown color hair as Ellie, although she wears it in a pony tail. She is a slender woman, just like her daughter, and is dressed in a bright red sweater and black pants. Ellie's dad is a tall man, about 6 foot 2, and has a bald head and rich blue eyes. His nose is slightly bigger than it should be for his face, and he has a brown mustache. He has on a pair of nice blue jeans and surprisingly enough, a Biggs t-shirt.
Ellie's Mom: I beat your father to the door, so I get first dibs on the hugs!
Ellie's mom immediately embraces her, although Ellie can't reciprocate because her hands are full.
Ellie's Dad: Allow me to help you with that.
Her dad reaches to grab some of the packages from Gary.
Gary: Thank you sir.
Ellie's Dad: Please, call me John.
As they step into the house, Gary sees that it looks pretty much exactly what he would expect it to based on the outside of the house. The carpet is a tan color, and the furniture is bright red. The layout of the room is simple, and uncluttered, save for the Christmas tree in the corner, where a ton of presents are already wrapped and placed under the tree. The walls are a rich green, and there are all sorts of pictures hanging on the wall. Most of them are of Ellie when she was younger, and Gary snickers to himself at the sight of her awkward teenage years. The two men set the boxes down near the tree, and then grabs the boxes from Ellie as her mom maintains a death grip on her. Gary and John then shake hands. With the boxes out of her hands, Ellie can fully embrace her mom, who hugs her tight for a long time, before letting go and immediately hugging Gary with the same ferocity that she hugged her daughter. Gary is taken slightly aback by it, but having spent the last month with Ellie, it doesn't surprise him. While Ellie's mom squeezes the life out of Gary, John gives his daughter a hug as well. Gary's face is slightly red as Ellie's mom lets go, and introduces herself.
Ellie's Mom: I'm Carol. It's so good to finally meet you! Ellie's been talking a lot about you, and it's so good to see that everything she said about you being handsome is true!
John: Hey, I'm in the room still!
Carol: I didn't say he was more handsome than you, dear!
Ellie: Hey! Are you saying my boyfriend isn't handsome!?
The three members of the Banks family all laugh together, while Gary looks on and smiles. He is moved by the closeness of the family, as it reminds him a lot of his own. After a few moments, Carol realizes that Ellie is wearing the APW Overdrive Championship around her waist.
Carol: Well what do we have here? Is my daughter the champion? Did you beat this young man for the belt?
Ellie: Only because he's a gentleman and didn't fight back!
John: It's a good thing too, otherwise, we'd have some business to attend to.
John jokingly raises a clenched fist towards Gary, who puts both of his hands up in defense. John laughs and reaches to grabs Gary, pulling him in for a side headlock and a noogie, which Gary lets him get away with.
Ellie: Actually, I'm holding it because Gary didn't want to show it off, but I did! It's actually still his belt, and he has a big match this Sunday.
Carol: Oh, I hope we aren't taking too much of his time here, then, because I want him to beat that Pence character! I don't like him one bit!
John: And I'll have you know, she's not just saying that. Carol's been watching wrestling since Ellie went off to college, and you're her favorite wrestler.
Gary: Well thanks, I'm glad to hear that. It isn't awkward in the slightest that I'm dating a fans daughter...
Carol laughs. It's quite similar to Ellie's infectious giggle.
Carol: Don't worry. Ellie didn't even know that I watched wrestling until she told me about you. John and I already got tickets to the Christmas Chaos show the moment they went on sale.
John: She's dragging me along. Can you believe the audacity of that woman?
Gary: (dryly) Nope, I can't. I just can't...
This draws laughter from everybody. Gary thinks to himself how he already loves this family a few moments after meeting them, impressed not only by their sense of humor, but just the fact that he can tell that they love each other deeply, and will love him too so long as he doesn't mess things up with Ellie. It's a very good feeling for him.
Carol: Well, dinner's almost ready, so I'm going to go put the final touches on everything. Ellie, if you could be a doll and come help me, it would be fantastic.
Ellie: Sure, no problem mom!
The two women talks as they head through the wooden archway towards the kitchen.
Carol: I got an extra apron, so you won't get anything on that beautiful sweater.
Ellie: Thanks mom.
As the two disappear into the kitchen, John turns to Gary, and they begin to speak.
John: Let's head over to the dinner table. Carol likes to see people excited for her cooking.
Gary: No problem, sir.
John: Please, it's John. You don't need to be so uptight, man. You may not be legally family, but unless you do something to hurt Ellie, you're already family in my book!
He pats Gary on the back as they head for the dining room. Gary thinks about how quick this family is to latch onto people, as Ellie was very quick to declare them a dating couple. Although things are moving a bit faster than he expected and would be comfortable with, Gary can't help but feel happy about his current circumstances. John and Gary soon reach the dinning room, and it's a modest nook, with a dark wooden table with enough room for four. The walls are a light, muted yellow, and the floor is made of a lighter wood. The room is decorated with water colors of various restaurant signs, all framed and hanged neatly on the wall. John points to one of the McDonald's logo.
John: Ellie painted all of these in high school. She took a commercial art class, and when she came home, she whipped out this series in a little over three weeks.
Gary: Wow. These are really good. John, I just got to say, thank you for your hospitality, but there's something I kind of wanted to talk with you about.
John: What's on your mind?
Gary: Well, I know that Ellie and I have only been dating for about a month now, but I really like her a lot. Actually, I love her, and I would really like to help her pay for college. I know that the only reason she didn't finish was because she couldn't afford it, and I'd really like to help her.
John: Yeah, I hear you. Carol and I would have loved to do it ourselves as well, but we're just outside of the bracket where they give financial aid. We're too poor to help her out, but too rich for her to get aid. The thing is, if I know Ellie, she won't take the handout. She'll want to earn it.
Gary: I know what you mean. That's why I offered Ellie a job as my manager, so I could give her the money she needs for school without it being like a handout. I just wanted to ask for your permission before taking her out on the road with me.
John: I appreciate that. While I do have some reservations about my baby traveling the world with a bunch of rowdy wrestlers, from what she's told me about you, and the fact that your asking me this question show me that you're a good man who will take care of her. And I do realize that in these modern times, more and more couples aren't waiting for marriage...
Gary: No, it's nothing like that. Ellie and I haven't even discussed that, and I won't unless we get married. I can guarantee that she'll always have her own room, and that my associate will help me protect her from the other guys...
John: That big fella, The Beast? I feel good about that. Y'know, Ellie's an adult, and if she wants to do it, Carol and I are more than happy for her. I really appreciate how honest and upfront you've been with me. You're so much better than the usual batch of losers Ellie falls in with.
Gary: Umm...Thanks. It's just that I see so much potential in Ellie for her future, and I want to be able to help in any way that I can. Also, the thought of being separated from her so long once APW leaves California is troubling to me.
John: Just so long as you make sure she gets back to visit us on a semi-regular basis.
Gary: Oh, no worries on that one. I have a private jet, so that shouldn't be a problem one bit.
John: Mr. Big-Shot, eh! You know, if you and Ellie do end up getting married, Carol and I could retire flat out! Best of luck to you, pal!
John laughs as he slugs Gary lightly on the shoulder. In the kitchen, Ellie is helping her mother cut the roast. Carol wears an apron that says “Kiss the Cook,” while Ellie wears one that says, “Kiss the Other Cook.” They talk as they put the finishing touches on the meal.
Carol: What a sweet young man you've found, Ellie. I guess working at that dreadful bar has finally paid off for you, sweetie.
Ellie: I guess so. I don't know what it is about Gary, but the first moment I met him, I knew that he was different.
Carol: I'll say. It's so surprising that a man so polite and kind as him can be such a big jerk on TV. Still, I love it when he's a jerk, it's when he's at his best. His face run back in UWE was forgettable at best.
Ellie: I wouldn't know. I actually just got into wrestling because of him. Still, I wanted to talk with you about something real quick, mom. Gary has offered me to be his manager. I'd get to travel the world with him, and I'd get to go out to the ring with him every week!
Carol: That's just lovely! You should totally do it, honey. That way, I'd get to see you every week, rather than the once or twice a month we get now.
Ellie: But I wouldn't get to see you...
Carol: Ellie, you're a young woman. You should take this opportunity to see the world, get out of that ratty bar, and actually experience life. Plus, it doesn't hurt that you'd get to hang out with your mother's favorite wrestler, which in turn means that your mother gets to hang out with her favorite wrestler.
Ellie: Thanks mom!
The two women grab up some trays and make their way to the dinning room. Carol places the pot roast in the middle of the table, while Ellie puts down a bowl of mashed potatoes. John and Gary get up to help grab the rest of the food, and in a couple of trips, they have all the fixings and dishes on the table. They have a lively dinner, filled with rich conversation and good food. After dinner, they open their presents. John and Carol are delighted by the numerous handmade gifts Ellie made for them, and Carol loves the Best of Biggs DVD. Ellie got mostly clothes from her parents, as well as some DVDs and a scrapbook that her mom made of the past year for the family. John and Carol got Gary a gift as well, and hand it to him. He rips open the wrapping paper, and opens the box, pulling out another scrapbook Carol made, with a picture of him in his wrestling gear on the front. Inside the book are a ton of magazine clippings of stories about him and snapshots. On the last page, there's a note that reads, “Welcome to the family. Love, John and Carol.” Gary can't help but smile, and gives the both of them big hugs. As the night winds down, it unfortunately comes time for Gary and Ellie to get headed out. There are even more hugs, and John and Carol wave as Gary opens the car door for Ellie. Ellie blows a kiss to her mom and dad, and Carol blows one right back. Gary enters the car himself and gets buckled up.
Gary: Y'know, that was a really fun evening. Your parents are simply great, Ellie.
Ellie: I know! When do I get to meet yours?
