Post by biggs on Nov 18, 2009 21:39:40 GMT -4
Monday, November 16, 2009
Standford, California 11:31 pm
After a show on the Stanford college campus, Gary Biggerstaff, Chris Cyrus, and The Beast have decided to go out for a night of fun and celebration following a successful house show. Stanford being a college town, albeit a snobby one, still had many options in the bar category, and the Axis settled on one with a Stanford Football theme, primarily due to it's location across the street from the hotel they were staying in for the night. A picture of Jim Harbaugh hangs over the bar, and the stools are red and white, with Stanford's logo displayed prominently on the center of each stool. The walls are a rich, finished brown, and Stanford sports paraphernalia covers most of them. The bar is packed on this particular night, so as the guys find an open table, they snatch it up immediately, despite the fact that The Beast barely fits in the booth. A waitress comes by just as Biggs is telling the punchline of a dirty joke.
Gary: And the dad answers, 'About 20 minutes ago, your brother wanted to borrow 10 bucks!'
Chris and The Beast begin laughing hysterically, Chris with his obnoxious snicker, and The Beast with a deep, bellowing laugh. The waitress is clad in red and white as well, and has a thin form and brown hair. She has deep blue eyes, and slight freckles dot her face. Her name tag read “Ellie.” She has a quizzical look on her face as Chris and The Beast continue to laugh.
Ellie: Must have been a really good joke! Care to share it?
Chris: (between laughs) No, no you don't want to hear this joke! It's dirty, man! Flat out dirty!
Ellie: I'm sure I could handle it. I mean do work at a bar. The stuff left on the stalls is probably filthier than the joke your friend told. Why don't you give it a shot?
Gary's face turns slightly red as the waitress gives him a slight smirk.
Gary: (obviously nervous) I-I-I'm sorry, miss, but I'm kind of uncom-comfortable talking to a lady in such a vulgar manner. I mean, with the guys it's one thing, but I've just met you, and...
Ellie: Well aren't you the gentleman? Maybe after we get you guys a few beers, you'll loosen up and tell me.
Gary blushes again as Ellie takes their orders. After all three of them have ordered, Ellie gives Gary a slight wink, causing him to turn an even brighter shade of red. As she walks back towards the kitchen, Chris reaches over the table, and slugs Gary on the shoulder.
Chris: Lucky bum! You don't even make it a point to pick up women, and yet she's totally into you! Granted, I don't see why, because you did wuss out in telling that joke again!
Gary: It is a rather filthy joke. I'm surprised I even shared it with you guys in the first place.
Chris: Listen, I know this whole not going to church, living without God thing is new to you, but this is probably the best thing to ever happen to you! Where you were once rigid and by the book, now the whole world has opened up to you! You can do whatever you want and just have fun! Welcome to the club, man!
Chris gives Gary another slug to the shoulder as The Beast wraps his massive arm around Gary's head and gives him a noogie. As this ruckus is going on, Ellie returns with their drinks.
Ellie: Okay, we got a dark ale...
The Beast raises his hand slightly, signifying that it's his drink. Ellie passes it down to the big man, who's hand almost envelopes the entire glass!
Ellie: The house brew beer...
Chris eagerly grabs the glass as Ellie hands it to him.
Ellie: And a Diet Dr. Pepper.
She places the cold beverage in front of Gary.
Ellie: You're never going to tell me that joke just drinking this! Are you sure you don't want an alcoholic beverage?
Gary: In all honesty, I've never actually drank before. I don't know what I would like...
Chris slides his glass towards Gary.
Chris: Take a taste of this, see if you like it.
Gary lifts the frothy glass up to his mouth and takes a sip. His face immediately contorts with disgust, and he coughs a bit as he puts the glass back down. Gary smacks his lips a bit before grabbing his Dr. Pepper and chugging it to try and remove the bitter taste from his mouth.
Ellie: So you're definitely not a beer drinker. That probably eliminates a lot of the harder stuff as well. Let me ask you this, do you like strawberries?
Gary: You must really want to hear this joke. And yes, I do. They're my favorite fruit.
Chris: I thought Ian McKellan was your favorite fruit!
Gary: He's a great actor! That has nothing to do with this!
Ellie: How about we get you a strawberry dacari. If you don't like, it's on me.
Gary: Thanks! I'll give that a shot!
Ellie: Alright! I'll be right back with that, and I'll also check on your food.
Gary: Thanks a lot!
As Ellie heads back to the kitchen, The Beast gives Gary a hard slap on the back as Chris puts his hand up for a high five.
Chris: Dude, you are such a charmer! You're getting a free drink!
Gary: Well only if I don't like it. Regardless, I'm going to be leaving her a nice tip.
Chris: Oh, you dog, you!
Gary: What do you mean? She's doing a good job taking care of us, and putting up with our antics. I figure she deserves a few extra bucks for doing so.
Chris: Oh, you're talking about a monetary tip....
Gary: What other kind is there?
The Beast shakes his head, and Chris chuckles a bit. At this point, Ellie has returned with the strawberry drink, and hands it to Gary. She waits by to see if he likes it. Gary puts his mouth to the straw and slurps in the chilly beverage. A big smile comes across his face, as he is greatly enjoying the drink.
Gary: This is absolutely delicious! Compliments to the barkeep!
Ellie lets out a slight giggle, and smiles herself.
Ellie: Guess this means I don't owe you a free drink anymore.
Gary: Nope, you don't! This is excellent!
Ellie: That's great to hear! Your food should be almost ready, so I'm going to get headed back there and check on it. Did you gentlemen need some more to drink?
Chris: Oh yeah. I'll take two more of these!
The Beast nods his head and points to the nearly empty glass of dark ale. Gary politely shakes his head no.
Ellie: Okay, I'll be right back with the second round, and hopefully your food not too long after that!
Gary: Thank you...
About five minutes later, Ellie returns with the second round of drinks, as well as the Axis' food. All the while, Ellie and Biggs trade glances, smiling a bit as their eyes meet. Chris Cyrus and The Beast give Gary a hard time about Ellie every time she heads back for another round of drinks, with each round consisting of two beers and another dark ale. Each time they order another round, Chris insists that the second beer is for Gary, although he actually ends up drinking both beers. Ellie cracks a faint smile and shakes her head each time Chris places the order, but continues to bring it to them. By about 1:45 am, Chris is extremely plastered, although Gary and The Beast show no ill effects. Ellie shows up to check on them.
Ellie: Well, we're going to be closing in about 15 minutes here, so it's time for the last call. Can I get you gentlemen anything else tonight?
Chris: (slurring his speech a bit) I'll have another beer. >hiccup<
Gary: Actually, he's had more than enough. If you don't mind me asking, why did you keep bringing two beers even though you knew I wouldn't drink them?
Ellie: Can I be honest? I kind of wanted to hear that joke.
Gary's face turns red again as Chris falls face-first down onto the table.
Gary: My, you sure are persistent. I'll be honest though, I really don't think I could tell you that joke. You've done such a great job tonight, and I wouldn't want to offend you.
Chris: Have The Beast tell her! >hiccup<
The Beast motions for Ellie to lean in closer, and Gary looks the other way as she leans over the table towards The Beast. The big man then whispers the crude joke into her ear, and she busts up laughing. As she leans back to a full standing position, Gary is still looking away, his face as red as a tomato.
Ellie: That's just wrong! Hilarious, but oh so wrong!
She then turns back down to look at Gary, and he slowly turns back around to look her in the face. She has a slight grin as she speaks to him.
Ellie: You were quite the gentleman to not tell me that joke. Maybe not so much when you told it in the first place, but it was very sweet of you to try and be chivalrous.
Gary's face is now completely red, and he looks away from Ellie again, obviously being very shy. Gary stammers as he talks.
Gary: Th-th-thanks.
Ellie: Well, if that's everything for tonight, I'll be right back with your check.
As Ellie walks away, Cyrus looks up from his face plant position on the table with a look of euphoria across his face.
Chris: Dude, you should totally try to hook-up with her! >hiccup< She obviously likes you...
The Beast nods his head in agreement. Shortly thereafter, Ellie returns with the bill, which Gary pays for in full, all $200 of it. He also leaves a $50 tip. As Ellie reaches down to grab the check, Gary asks her a question.
Gary: Ellie, if you don't mind me asking, I was wondering if I may escort you to your car tonight? I mean, it's late at night, and you never know what could happen...
Ellie: Oh how sweet of you. I actually walk home from here, about a mile away.
Gary: This late at night?
Ellie: I have mace. I've been doing it for the last year.
Gary: Then I have to insist that you let me walk you home. A mile walk at this time of night is just too dangerous. I don't like the idea of you walking home.
Ellie: I'd be delighted! Although I do have to stay about a half-hour after closing to help clean up.
Gary: Not a problem at all. I'd be more than happy to wait.
Ellie: Well thank you!
Ellie goes to take care of her other duties as Gary and The Beast get up and go over to help Cyrus up.
Biggs: It's a good thing we're staying the night at the hotel across the street. I don't think any of us are in any condition to drive!
Chris: >hiccup< What do you mean? You only had that dacari!
Gary: I don't know how alcohol effects my system. Tonight's the first night I've ever had it in my life!
Chris: You know, you got a lot to learn about loosen up! >hiccup< You've made some progress tonight, but you've got a ways to go! >hic<
Gary and the Beast keep Chris propped up as they leave the bar and head across the street to their hotel. They take Cyrus to their room, which is one of those family suites with a common area and two rooms attached to one another. The two men tuck Chris Cyrus into bed, still fully clothed. The Beast goes into the adjacent room, and begins to prepare himself to go to bed. Gary his copy of the room key in his pocket as he makes his way out of the room and back to the bar. There's a crispness in the air as Gary waits outside for Ellie to finish her closing duties, and he's glad he brought his jacket. After he stands outside for about 10 minutes, Ellie emerges from the bar wearing a warm, light brown full length coat.
Ellie: Hey you!
Gary: (shyly) Hi...
Ellie: Listen, you don't have to do this. Like I said, I've been walking home by myself for the last year.
Gary: I can't knowingly let a woman walk home by herself this late at night. It's simply not safe...
Ellie: I appreciate it. My house is about a mile that way!
Ellie points eastward , and the two begin to walk in that direction. There's a slightly awkward silence for the first few minutes as they head towards Ellie's home. After a few moments, Ellie breaks the silence.
Ellie: I don't remember seeing you before, so you must be from out of town. What brings you and your friends to Stanford?
Gary: Well, we're professional wrestlers. We just had a show tonight at the campus arena, and we thought we'd cap off the night with a bit of fun.
Ellie: So your idea of a good time is watching your buddy get drunk, and then walking the unsuspecting waitress home?
Gary: Actually, this is really the first night I joined them in their drinking. In our little group, I'm kind of the responsible one, always ending up being the designated driver, cleaning up after them, making sure they get back to the hotel in one piece. I don't mind it, though, I actually kind of like the feeling of knowing that I'm helping somebody else out.
Ellie: (flirty) So tell me, do you help a lot of people out?
Gary: Actually, this is the first time in a long time that I've walked a gal home. I haven't done this since college. I was part of a campus ministry through my church, and I made sure that all the girls got home after late nights of studying and whatnot...You know, I've been talking an awful lot about myself. Tell me a bit about yourself? How did a friendly, bright girl like you end up working at such a rowdy bar?
Ellie: I was going to Stanford for my Law Degree, and I needed the money. It wasn't the best thing, though, because I found myself needing to work more and more hours to get by, and as my time at work went up, my grades went down. It got to a point where I ended up losing my scholarships, and the money I make at work isn't nearly enough to pay for school. It's quite embarrassing, really.
Gary: That's not embarrassing, it's unfortunate is what it is.
Gary and Ellie continue to discuss her school problems, amongst other things, and before they know it, they arrive at Ellie's apartment building.
Ellie: Here's my stop. Thanks again for making sure I got home safe and sound.
Gary: No problem at all. I'm glad that I was able to help out.
Ellie: I'm glad too.
At this point, Ellie gives Gary a quick peck on the cheek, causing him to blush like crazy. She giggles as she sees Gary become noticeably flustered, although he'd be the first to admit that he enjoyed it.
Ellie: You stay safe on your way back.
Gary turns around to start on his way back to the hotel as Ellie turns to go up her stairs, but stops in the middle and immediately spins around, and runs to Gary, stopping him. She pulls out her cell phone.
Ellie: I didn't get your phone number!
Gary: Why would you want that?
Ellie: Because then I can give you mine, and you can ask me out on a date!
Gary has butterflies in his stomach and is blushing even more as he pulls out his phone and looks his number up.
Gary: I don't call myself, so I kind of need to look it up. Um, ok. It's uh... 206-784-6623.
Ellie feverishly types the digits into her phone, and then hits the send button, calling Gary.
Ellie: Here's mine!
Gary's phone begins to play his “Spaceman” ringtone, and Ellie giggles with glee.
Ellie: The Killers! They're my favorite band!
Gary: Mine too. This song is actually my entrance theme.
Ellie: Well now you have to ask me out on a date, because we both love The Killers!
Gary: Let's see, we're touring California all this month, and my next day off is Sunday. Would Sunday afternoon work for you?
Ellie: Yes! It's a date, then!
Gary: Yep, I guess it is!
Ellie gives Gary a quick hug and then makes her way up the stairs and into her apartment building. Gary turns around and begins the trek back to the hotel. He has his trademark smirk etched across his face and a slight skip in his step all the way back. On the way there, he thinks to himself.
Gary: “I never would have done that if I was still part of my church. Maybe things won't be so bad after all.”
****
Airing Tuesday, November 17, 2009
The familiar tune of Depeche Mode's “Spacewalker” plays as the words First Contact flash across the starry background. The video switches to Biggs in his studio, clad in a San Francisco 49ers jersey and blue jeans, complete with his signature blue shades. The APW Overdrive Championship rests on the clear podium next to the blue leather couch.
Biggs: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome once again to the absolute greatest wrestling webshow on the Internet today, I am talking about none other than Biggs' First Contact! I don't have much time today, as I have a huge main event match to prepare for tomorrow, so let's get down to business!
A graphic showing Biggs and Hades vs. Pence and Shadow appears on the big screen behind Biggs.
Biggs: Speaking of the big main event for tomorrow night's Overdrive, your's truly will be teaming with Victor Hades to take on the team of Pence Weatherlight and Shadow! Now while I'd rather be teaming with Chris Cyrus, due to the fact that we already function as a well oiled machine, I can't help but be happy teaming with Victor Hades! Here's a man who could care less about what the fans and the boys in the back think about him, he just goes out there and terrorizes people! I've been known to play mind games from time to time, but they're more to get under my opponent's skin, forcing them to make mistakes. Hades, on the other hand, wants to make sure that his opponents flat out fear him, and after the number he did on Jesse Nunez at One Night in Hell, you'd have to be crazy to not have some sense of fear for this crazy son of a b****! All I got to say is that I am glad that he's on my side this week, because I certainly wouldn't want to face him right now. He's a loose cannon, unpredictable and dangerous, so I have no earthly idea how Pence or Shadow can prepare themselves to face him.
Biggs pauses to adjust his shades, and then continues talking.
Biggs: On the topic of Pence Weatherlight and Shadow, the two of them are perfect to team up together, because let's face it, they both got a lot in common. Both of them lost in big time title matches at the last pay per view, and both have since then adopted more vicious, brutal styles in the ring, which would be cool and all if they both weren't doing the same exact thing at the same exact time! Listen, I know that the fans love to cheer for the anti-heroes, the good guys that do whatever it takes to get the job done, but the fact that both of you are essentially going through the same emotional baggage and pretty much copying each other, well that's just boring. This kind of thing might be acceptable if you were a permanent tag team like to O'Connor drunks, but considering that you two are two of the most recognizable “good guys” in the fed, what kind of message does that send to the rest of the wrestling world when both of you are little emo wussies, wearing your dark colors, going down your dark path, living all gloom and doom? Well, it shows me that both of you are pathetic, miserable human beings who are trying to gain some sense of worth by making yourselves feel bad-a$$. It's going to take more than a wardrobe change and a supposed more brutal style to convince me that either one of you are willing to actually do what it takes to win around here. The level of competition here requires that you be willing to do things you otherwise wouldn't in order to succeed. Look at Victor Hades, for example. Here's a sadistic, callous man who hasn't met a line he won't cross to pick up a victory. And me, I hold a Machiavellian view of the world, that the ends justify the means, even if it means getting my hands a bit dirty. For all your attitude changes, and supposedly more vicious in ring styles, both of you are tethered by the fact that you actually care what the fans think about you, and because of this, there are certain lines you will not cross. And that is why you cannot hope to overcome Victor Hades and myself this week on Overdrive. Don't get me wrong, I know that you two can show flashes of brilliance from time to time in that ring, but when you take my pure talent, and Hades' utter disregard for your wellbeing, well, that just doesn't do you any favors whatsoever in trying to defeat us.
At this point, a loud fart can be heard. Biggs' nose curls up, and he looks off to the side, yelling towards one of the cameramen.
Biggs: Did you just cut one in the middle of my web show? Don't you know that this is streaming live? Oh man, that's pungent! You're fired! Get out of here immediately!
The other camera swings around to see the cameraman put his camera down on the floor and leave the studio with the dejected look on his face.
Biggs: I'm quite sorry for that. It's so hard to find good help these days. Oh man, that smell is just lingering!
Biggs pulls his shirt over his nose, trying to filter the air a bit. The graphic behind Biggs then shifts to the Rival Factions logo. He pulls his shirt back down, and speaks again.
Biggs: You know what else is lingering? Shadow around my Overdrive Championship! How many times do I have to prove that I am not only better than you, but smarter than you in that ring before they finally realize that you don't deserve my title! Yet inexplicably, once again, you have been placed in a title match with me, this time one fall to a finish! I have put in too much hard work, too much effort into letting you ruin the credibility of my title, Shadow, and I can guarantee that I will beat you once again on the grand stage of an Expert's pay per view! Everyone who buys tickets to the show, or orders the pay per view to try and see you beat the everliving crap out of me will be sorely disappointed, just like they were at Shockwave, and just like they were at One Night in Hell! I am quite simply a better Overdrive Champion than you could ever hope to be, and I owe it to this title to ensure that you don't get your grubby mitts on it ever again. Just do us all a favor, and fade away!
The Christmas Chaos logo flashes on the big screen behind the APW Overdrive Champ.
Biggs: Speaking of pay per view, APW's Christmas Chaos card is beginning to take shape, although there is one glaring omission to the card, and that is that your's truly doesn't have an opponent yet. President Jeff, I ask of you to please find a candidate who will at least try to challenge me, because if I am to build the legacy of my Overdrive Title, it will have to be against only the best of competition. But then again, you and Max Carter did pick Slade Craven to be the #1 Contender for Level-One's APW Heavyweight Championship, so I guess I can't really put much faith in your decision making process. Still, whomever you choose to face me at the last APW pay per view of the year, the end result will be the same, I will leave Los Angeles as still the APW Overdrive Champion!
“Shameless Plug of the Week” comes flying across the bottom of the screen.
Biggs: Well, time's almost up, so I got to throw out my Shameless Plug of the Week! As many of you know, my favorite band is The Killers, and they recently released a concert DVD entitled “The Killers: Live from Royal Albert Hall.” This is quite simply the absolute best concert DVD I've ever seen, although I may be biased, and if you like The Killers, it's vital that you get it. That's all the time I have for this week! Until next time, keep watching the stars!
The screen fades to black as the APW logo and copyright appear on the center of the screen.
***
As First Contact comes to a close, Biggs slaps fives with his technical crew, and the cameraman who had been “fired” comes back into the room.
Biggs: Great timing there, man. I've been wanting to use your unique talent for passing gas on cue for some time now. That was perfect!
Cameraman: Thanks!
Biggs: You guys all did a great job!
At this point, Biggs grabs his laptop, and flops onto the blue leather couch. He flips it open, and logs onto Facebook. He notices that he has a new friend request. He opens the link, and sees that it's from Ellie. A big grin comes across his face.
Biggs: Awesome.
Standford, California 11:31 pm
After a show on the Stanford college campus, Gary Biggerstaff, Chris Cyrus, and The Beast have decided to go out for a night of fun and celebration following a successful house show. Stanford being a college town, albeit a snobby one, still had many options in the bar category, and the Axis settled on one with a Stanford Football theme, primarily due to it's location across the street from the hotel they were staying in for the night. A picture of Jim Harbaugh hangs over the bar, and the stools are red and white, with Stanford's logo displayed prominently on the center of each stool. The walls are a rich, finished brown, and Stanford sports paraphernalia covers most of them. The bar is packed on this particular night, so as the guys find an open table, they snatch it up immediately, despite the fact that The Beast barely fits in the booth. A waitress comes by just as Biggs is telling the punchline of a dirty joke.
Gary: And the dad answers, 'About 20 minutes ago, your brother wanted to borrow 10 bucks!'
Chris and The Beast begin laughing hysterically, Chris with his obnoxious snicker, and The Beast with a deep, bellowing laugh. The waitress is clad in red and white as well, and has a thin form and brown hair. She has deep blue eyes, and slight freckles dot her face. Her name tag read “Ellie.” She has a quizzical look on her face as Chris and The Beast continue to laugh.
Ellie: Must have been a really good joke! Care to share it?
Chris: (between laughs) No, no you don't want to hear this joke! It's dirty, man! Flat out dirty!
Ellie: I'm sure I could handle it. I mean do work at a bar. The stuff left on the stalls is probably filthier than the joke your friend told. Why don't you give it a shot?
Gary's face turns slightly red as the waitress gives him a slight smirk.
Gary: (obviously nervous) I-I-I'm sorry, miss, but I'm kind of uncom-comfortable talking to a lady in such a vulgar manner. I mean, with the guys it's one thing, but I've just met you, and...
Ellie: Well aren't you the gentleman? Maybe after we get you guys a few beers, you'll loosen up and tell me.
Gary blushes again as Ellie takes their orders. After all three of them have ordered, Ellie gives Gary a slight wink, causing him to turn an even brighter shade of red. As she walks back towards the kitchen, Chris reaches over the table, and slugs Gary on the shoulder.
Chris: Lucky bum! You don't even make it a point to pick up women, and yet she's totally into you! Granted, I don't see why, because you did wuss out in telling that joke again!
Gary: It is a rather filthy joke. I'm surprised I even shared it with you guys in the first place.
Chris: Listen, I know this whole not going to church, living without God thing is new to you, but this is probably the best thing to ever happen to you! Where you were once rigid and by the book, now the whole world has opened up to you! You can do whatever you want and just have fun! Welcome to the club, man!
Chris gives Gary another slug to the shoulder as The Beast wraps his massive arm around Gary's head and gives him a noogie. As this ruckus is going on, Ellie returns with their drinks.
Ellie: Okay, we got a dark ale...
The Beast raises his hand slightly, signifying that it's his drink. Ellie passes it down to the big man, who's hand almost envelopes the entire glass!
Ellie: The house brew beer...
Chris eagerly grabs the glass as Ellie hands it to him.
Ellie: And a Diet Dr. Pepper.
She places the cold beverage in front of Gary.
Ellie: You're never going to tell me that joke just drinking this! Are you sure you don't want an alcoholic beverage?
Gary: In all honesty, I've never actually drank before. I don't know what I would like...
Chris slides his glass towards Gary.
Chris: Take a taste of this, see if you like it.
Gary lifts the frothy glass up to his mouth and takes a sip. His face immediately contorts with disgust, and he coughs a bit as he puts the glass back down. Gary smacks his lips a bit before grabbing his Dr. Pepper and chugging it to try and remove the bitter taste from his mouth.
Ellie: So you're definitely not a beer drinker. That probably eliminates a lot of the harder stuff as well. Let me ask you this, do you like strawberries?
Gary: You must really want to hear this joke. And yes, I do. They're my favorite fruit.
Chris: I thought Ian McKellan was your favorite fruit!
Gary: He's a great actor! That has nothing to do with this!
Ellie: How about we get you a strawberry dacari. If you don't like, it's on me.
Gary: Thanks! I'll give that a shot!
Ellie: Alright! I'll be right back with that, and I'll also check on your food.
Gary: Thanks a lot!
As Ellie heads back to the kitchen, The Beast gives Gary a hard slap on the back as Chris puts his hand up for a high five.
Chris: Dude, you are such a charmer! You're getting a free drink!
Gary: Well only if I don't like it. Regardless, I'm going to be leaving her a nice tip.
Chris: Oh, you dog, you!
Gary: What do you mean? She's doing a good job taking care of us, and putting up with our antics. I figure she deserves a few extra bucks for doing so.
Chris: Oh, you're talking about a monetary tip....
Gary: What other kind is there?
The Beast shakes his head, and Chris chuckles a bit. At this point, Ellie has returned with the strawberry drink, and hands it to Gary. She waits by to see if he likes it. Gary puts his mouth to the straw and slurps in the chilly beverage. A big smile comes across his face, as he is greatly enjoying the drink.
Gary: This is absolutely delicious! Compliments to the barkeep!
Ellie lets out a slight giggle, and smiles herself.
Ellie: Guess this means I don't owe you a free drink anymore.
Gary: Nope, you don't! This is excellent!
Ellie: That's great to hear! Your food should be almost ready, so I'm going to get headed back there and check on it. Did you gentlemen need some more to drink?
Chris: Oh yeah. I'll take two more of these!
The Beast nods his head and points to the nearly empty glass of dark ale. Gary politely shakes his head no.
Ellie: Okay, I'll be right back with the second round, and hopefully your food not too long after that!
Gary: Thank you...
About five minutes later, Ellie returns with the second round of drinks, as well as the Axis' food. All the while, Ellie and Biggs trade glances, smiling a bit as their eyes meet. Chris Cyrus and The Beast give Gary a hard time about Ellie every time she heads back for another round of drinks, with each round consisting of two beers and another dark ale. Each time they order another round, Chris insists that the second beer is for Gary, although he actually ends up drinking both beers. Ellie cracks a faint smile and shakes her head each time Chris places the order, but continues to bring it to them. By about 1:45 am, Chris is extremely plastered, although Gary and The Beast show no ill effects. Ellie shows up to check on them.
Ellie: Well, we're going to be closing in about 15 minutes here, so it's time for the last call. Can I get you gentlemen anything else tonight?
Chris: (slurring his speech a bit) I'll have another beer. >hiccup<
Gary: Actually, he's had more than enough. If you don't mind me asking, why did you keep bringing two beers even though you knew I wouldn't drink them?
Ellie: Can I be honest? I kind of wanted to hear that joke.
Gary's face turns red again as Chris falls face-first down onto the table.
Gary: My, you sure are persistent. I'll be honest though, I really don't think I could tell you that joke. You've done such a great job tonight, and I wouldn't want to offend you.
Chris: Have The Beast tell her! >hiccup<
The Beast motions for Ellie to lean in closer, and Gary looks the other way as she leans over the table towards The Beast. The big man then whispers the crude joke into her ear, and she busts up laughing. As she leans back to a full standing position, Gary is still looking away, his face as red as a tomato.
Ellie: That's just wrong! Hilarious, but oh so wrong!
She then turns back down to look at Gary, and he slowly turns back around to look her in the face. She has a slight grin as she speaks to him.
Ellie: You were quite the gentleman to not tell me that joke. Maybe not so much when you told it in the first place, but it was very sweet of you to try and be chivalrous.
Gary's face is now completely red, and he looks away from Ellie again, obviously being very shy. Gary stammers as he talks.
Gary: Th-th-thanks.
Ellie: Well, if that's everything for tonight, I'll be right back with your check.
As Ellie walks away, Cyrus looks up from his face plant position on the table with a look of euphoria across his face.
Chris: Dude, you should totally try to hook-up with her! >hiccup< She obviously likes you...
The Beast nods his head in agreement. Shortly thereafter, Ellie returns with the bill, which Gary pays for in full, all $200 of it. He also leaves a $50 tip. As Ellie reaches down to grab the check, Gary asks her a question.
Gary: Ellie, if you don't mind me asking, I was wondering if I may escort you to your car tonight? I mean, it's late at night, and you never know what could happen...
Ellie: Oh how sweet of you. I actually walk home from here, about a mile away.
Gary: This late at night?
Ellie: I have mace. I've been doing it for the last year.
Gary: Then I have to insist that you let me walk you home. A mile walk at this time of night is just too dangerous. I don't like the idea of you walking home.
Ellie: I'd be delighted! Although I do have to stay about a half-hour after closing to help clean up.
Gary: Not a problem at all. I'd be more than happy to wait.
Ellie: Well thank you!
Ellie goes to take care of her other duties as Gary and The Beast get up and go over to help Cyrus up.
Biggs: It's a good thing we're staying the night at the hotel across the street. I don't think any of us are in any condition to drive!
Chris: >hiccup< What do you mean? You only had that dacari!
Gary: I don't know how alcohol effects my system. Tonight's the first night I've ever had it in my life!
Chris: You know, you got a lot to learn about loosen up! >hiccup< You've made some progress tonight, but you've got a ways to go! >hic<
Gary and the Beast keep Chris propped up as they leave the bar and head across the street to their hotel. They take Cyrus to their room, which is one of those family suites with a common area and two rooms attached to one another. The two men tuck Chris Cyrus into bed, still fully clothed. The Beast goes into the adjacent room, and begins to prepare himself to go to bed. Gary his copy of the room key in his pocket as he makes his way out of the room and back to the bar. There's a crispness in the air as Gary waits outside for Ellie to finish her closing duties, and he's glad he brought his jacket. After he stands outside for about 10 minutes, Ellie emerges from the bar wearing a warm, light brown full length coat.
Ellie: Hey you!
Gary: (shyly) Hi...
Ellie: Listen, you don't have to do this. Like I said, I've been walking home by myself for the last year.
Gary: I can't knowingly let a woman walk home by herself this late at night. It's simply not safe...
Ellie: I appreciate it. My house is about a mile that way!
Ellie points eastward , and the two begin to walk in that direction. There's a slightly awkward silence for the first few minutes as they head towards Ellie's home. After a few moments, Ellie breaks the silence.
Ellie: I don't remember seeing you before, so you must be from out of town. What brings you and your friends to Stanford?
Gary: Well, we're professional wrestlers. We just had a show tonight at the campus arena, and we thought we'd cap off the night with a bit of fun.
Ellie: So your idea of a good time is watching your buddy get drunk, and then walking the unsuspecting waitress home?
Gary: Actually, this is really the first night I joined them in their drinking. In our little group, I'm kind of the responsible one, always ending up being the designated driver, cleaning up after them, making sure they get back to the hotel in one piece. I don't mind it, though, I actually kind of like the feeling of knowing that I'm helping somebody else out.
Ellie: (flirty) So tell me, do you help a lot of people out?
Gary: Actually, this is the first time in a long time that I've walked a gal home. I haven't done this since college. I was part of a campus ministry through my church, and I made sure that all the girls got home after late nights of studying and whatnot...You know, I've been talking an awful lot about myself. Tell me a bit about yourself? How did a friendly, bright girl like you end up working at such a rowdy bar?
Ellie: I was going to Stanford for my Law Degree, and I needed the money. It wasn't the best thing, though, because I found myself needing to work more and more hours to get by, and as my time at work went up, my grades went down. It got to a point where I ended up losing my scholarships, and the money I make at work isn't nearly enough to pay for school. It's quite embarrassing, really.
Gary: That's not embarrassing, it's unfortunate is what it is.
Gary and Ellie continue to discuss her school problems, amongst other things, and before they know it, they arrive at Ellie's apartment building.
Ellie: Here's my stop. Thanks again for making sure I got home safe and sound.
Gary: No problem at all. I'm glad that I was able to help out.
Ellie: I'm glad too.
At this point, Ellie gives Gary a quick peck on the cheek, causing him to blush like crazy. She giggles as she sees Gary become noticeably flustered, although he'd be the first to admit that he enjoyed it.
Ellie: You stay safe on your way back.
Gary turns around to start on his way back to the hotel as Ellie turns to go up her stairs, but stops in the middle and immediately spins around, and runs to Gary, stopping him. She pulls out her cell phone.
Ellie: I didn't get your phone number!
Gary: Why would you want that?
Ellie: Because then I can give you mine, and you can ask me out on a date!
Gary has butterflies in his stomach and is blushing even more as he pulls out his phone and looks his number up.
Gary: I don't call myself, so I kind of need to look it up. Um, ok. It's uh... 206-784-6623.
Ellie feverishly types the digits into her phone, and then hits the send button, calling Gary.
Ellie: Here's mine!
Gary's phone begins to play his “Spaceman” ringtone, and Ellie giggles with glee.
Ellie: The Killers! They're my favorite band!
Gary: Mine too. This song is actually my entrance theme.
Ellie: Well now you have to ask me out on a date, because we both love The Killers!
Gary: Let's see, we're touring California all this month, and my next day off is Sunday. Would Sunday afternoon work for you?
Ellie: Yes! It's a date, then!
Gary: Yep, I guess it is!
Ellie gives Gary a quick hug and then makes her way up the stairs and into her apartment building. Gary turns around and begins the trek back to the hotel. He has his trademark smirk etched across his face and a slight skip in his step all the way back. On the way there, he thinks to himself.
Gary: “I never would have done that if I was still part of my church. Maybe things won't be so bad after all.”
****
Airing Tuesday, November 17, 2009
The familiar tune of Depeche Mode's “Spacewalker” plays as the words First Contact flash across the starry background. The video switches to Biggs in his studio, clad in a San Francisco 49ers jersey and blue jeans, complete with his signature blue shades. The APW Overdrive Championship rests on the clear podium next to the blue leather couch.
Biggs: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome once again to the absolute greatest wrestling webshow on the Internet today, I am talking about none other than Biggs' First Contact! I don't have much time today, as I have a huge main event match to prepare for tomorrow, so let's get down to business!
A graphic showing Biggs and Hades vs. Pence and Shadow appears on the big screen behind Biggs.
Biggs: Speaking of the big main event for tomorrow night's Overdrive, your's truly will be teaming with Victor Hades to take on the team of Pence Weatherlight and Shadow! Now while I'd rather be teaming with Chris Cyrus, due to the fact that we already function as a well oiled machine, I can't help but be happy teaming with Victor Hades! Here's a man who could care less about what the fans and the boys in the back think about him, he just goes out there and terrorizes people! I've been known to play mind games from time to time, but they're more to get under my opponent's skin, forcing them to make mistakes. Hades, on the other hand, wants to make sure that his opponents flat out fear him, and after the number he did on Jesse Nunez at One Night in Hell, you'd have to be crazy to not have some sense of fear for this crazy son of a b****! All I got to say is that I am glad that he's on my side this week, because I certainly wouldn't want to face him right now. He's a loose cannon, unpredictable and dangerous, so I have no earthly idea how Pence or Shadow can prepare themselves to face him.
Biggs pauses to adjust his shades, and then continues talking.
Biggs: On the topic of Pence Weatherlight and Shadow, the two of them are perfect to team up together, because let's face it, they both got a lot in common. Both of them lost in big time title matches at the last pay per view, and both have since then adopted more vicious, brutal styles in the ring, which would be cool and all if they both weren't doing the same exact thing at the same exact time! Listen, I know that the fans love to cheer for the anti-heroes, the good guys that do whatever it takes to get the job done, but the fact that both of you are essentially going through the same emotional baggage and pretty much copying each other, well that's just boring. This kind of thing might be acceptable if you were a permanent tag team like to O'Connor drunks, but considering that you two are two of the most recognizable “good guys” in the fed, what kind of message does that send to the rest of the wrestling world when both of you are little emo wussies, wearing your dark colors, going down your dark path, living all gloom and doom? Well, it shows me that both of you are pathetic, miserable human beings who are trying to gain some sense of worth by making yourselves feel bad-a$$. It's going to take more than a wardrobe change and a supposed more brutal style to convince me that either one of you are willing to actually do what it takes to win around here. The level of competition here requires that you be willing to do things you otherwise wouldn't in order to succeed. Look at Victor Hades, for example. Here's a sadistic, callous man who hasn't met a line he won't cross to pick up a victory. And me, I hold a Machiavellian view of the world, that the ends justify the means, even if it means getting my hands a bit dirty. For all your attitude changes, and supposedly more vicious in ring styles, both of you are tethered by the fact that you actually care what the fans think about you, and because of this, there are certain lines you will not cross. And that is why you cannot hope to overcome Victor Hades and myself this week on Overdrive. Don't get me wrong, I know that you two can show flashes of brilliance from time to time in that ring, but when you take my pure talent, and Hades' utter disregard for your wellbeing, well, that just doesn't do you any favors whatsoever in trying to defeat us.
At this point, a loud fart can be heard. Biggs' nose curls up, and he looks off to the side, yelling towards one of the cameramen.
Biggs: Did you just cut one in the middle of my web show? Don't you know that this is streaming live? Oh man, that's pungent! You're fired! Get out of here immediately!
The other camera swings around to see the cameraman put his camera down on the floor and leave the studio with the dejected look on his face.
Biggs: I'm quite sorry for that. It's so hard to find good help these days. Oh man, that smell is just lingering!
Biggs pulls his shirt over his nose, trying to filter the air a bit. The graphic behind Biggs then shifts to the Rival Factions logo. He pulls his shirt back down, and speaks again.
Biggs: You know what else is lingering? Shadow around my Overdrive Championship! How many times do I have to prove that I am not only better than you, but smarter than you in that ring before they finally realize that you don't deserve my title! Yet inexplicably, once again, you have been placed in a title match with me, this time one fall to a finish! I have put in too much hard work, too much effort into letting you ruin the credibility of my title, Shadow, and I can guarantee that I will beat you once again on the grand stage of an Expert's pay per view! Everyone who buys tickets to the show, or orders the pay per view to try and see you beat the everliving crap out of me will be sorely disappointed, just like they were at Shockwave, and just like they were at One Night in Hell! I am quite simply a better Overdrive Champion than you could ever hope to be, and I owe it to this title to ensure that you don't get your grubby mitts on it ever again. Just do us all a favor, and fade away!
The Christmas Chaos logo flashes on the big screen behind the APW Overdrive Champ.
Biggs: Speaking of pay per view, APW's Christmas Chaos card is beginning to take shape, although there is one glaring omission to the card, and that is that your's truly doesn't have an opponent yet. President Jeff, I ask of you to please find a candidate who will at least try to challenge me, because if I am to build the legacy of my Overdrive Title, it will have to be against only the best of competition. But then again, you and Max Carter did pick Slade Craven to be the #1 Contender for Level-One's APW Heavyweight Championship, so I guess I can't really put much faith in your decision making process. Still, whomever you choose to face me at the last APW pay per view of the year, the end result will be the same, I will leave Los Angeles as still the APW Overdrive Champion!
“Shameless Plug of the Week” comes flying across the bottom of the screen.
Biggs: Well, time's almost up, so I got to throw out my Shameless Plug of the Week! As many of you know, my favorite band is The Killers, and they recently released a concert DVD entitled “The Killers: Live from Royal Albert Hall.” This is quite simply the absolute best concert DVD I've ever seen, although I may be biased, and if you like The Killers, it's vital that you get it. That's all the time I have for this week! Until next time, keep watching the stars!
The screen fades to black as the APW logo and copyright appear on the center of the screen.
***
As First Contact comes to a close, Biggs slaps fives with his technical crew, and the cameraman who had been “fired” comes back into the room.
Biggs: Great timing there, man. I've been wanting to use your unique talent for passing gas on cue for some time now. That was perfect!
Cameraman: Thanks!
Biggs: You guys all did a great job!
At this point, Biggs grabs his laptop, and flops onto the blue leather couch. He flips it open, and logs onto Facebook. He notices that he has a new friend request. He opens the link, and sees that it's from Ellie. A big grin comes across his face.
Biggs: Awesome.
