Post by biggs on Dec 2, 2009 21:19:07 GMT -4
Sunday, November 22, 5:00 pm
Stanford, California
Gary Biggerstaff nervously stands in front of the mirror, making sure that his hair is in place, and that his green button up shirt is properly tucked in so as not to make him look frumpy. He's wearing a nice pair of blue jeans, and shined up brown shoes. Gary checks his breath before walking out of the bathroom and making his way down to his car, grabbing his leather jacket as he goes. On his way down to the car, his phone goes off with an “Ironman” ring tone. Gary flips it open.
Gary: Hey Chris! What's up, buddy?
Chris: The Beast and I know that you're going on your first date with Ellie tonight, and we just wanted to wish the best of luck in hitting it big tonight, man! I'll be the responsible one for once and remind you to use protection!
Gary: Dude! I wouldn't dream of doing that with Ellie! I may be taking a break from the whole church thing, but I still have my morals!
Chris: You're the one who went there! I was just going remind you to wear your seatbelt!
Gary: Well, knowing you, my friend, you would normally take the inappropriate route!
Chris: Yeah, you're right there. Still, have fun tonight, and make the Axis proud!
Gary: Thanks, bud! I'm going to let you go now, I got to get over to Ellie's place. Bye.
Chris: Good bye.
Gary hangs up the phone and reaches his blue Prius, opening the door, and getting in. He drives to Ellie's apartment, and once he gets there, he hops out and makes his way to the front door, buzzing Ellie's number.
Gary: Hi, Ellie. It's Gary, I'm here to pick you up!
Ellie: Hi! I'll be right down!
Gary can hear the sound of Ellie running down the stairs through the door. She opens the door excitedly, and has a huge grin on her face as she flings the door open! Ellie has on a long brown coat over a blue dress, complete with matching blue shoes. She has her brown hair done up in a slight updo, and has a blue headband on. She gives Gary a big hug, catching him by surprise, and causing him to blush a bit.
Ellie: I'm so glad that you were able to make it! I've been looking forward to this date all week!
She giggles.
Gary: Well, I most certainly have been locking forward to it myself. Why don't we get headed out for dinner!
Ellie: (playfully) Can I ask where we're going?
Gary: Sure you can.
Ellie: Where are we going?
Gary: I'm not telling!
Ellie: Hey, you said you'd tell me!
Gary: (laughing) I just told you that you could ask, not that I would answer!
Ellie playfully grits her teeth as she slugs Gary lightly in the shoulder as he opens the car door for her. Ellie thanks him as she sits down in the car, and he closes the door behind her. Ellie quickly pushes the look down on Gary's door as he rounds the car, and he pulls out his keys to unlock the door. As he pops the lock, Ellie jokingly pushes the lock back down again! Gary puts his keys in his pocket, and shrugs his shoulders.
Gary: I guess we're walking! Although I'll be honest, it's about a half hour drive, so I shudder to think how long it'll take us to get there by foot!
Ellie has a faux-panicked look on her face as she pulls the lock right back up, allowing Gary to get in the car. Ellie lets her playful giggle come out as Gary enters the car and gets it started. The Killers' latest album, Day & Age, plays as the two head out on their way.
Gary: Let me ask you, do you like sea food?
Ellie: I love it! I see food on my plate, and I eat it!
She giggles again as Gary cracks a smile. Gary thinks to himself.
Gary: “Man, she has a great sense of humor. She's beautiful, fun, and likes The Killers! What did I ever do to deserve this?” So Ellie, what's your favorite Killer's song?
The two make small talk as they drive for about half-an-hour to the nearest Red Lobster restaurant. Once the car is parked, Gary gets out, walks around to Ellie's side, and opens the door for her, extending his hand out to help her out of the car.
Gary: If you will, m'lady...
Ellie: Thank you. You are quite the gentleman.
Gary and Ellie walk into the restaurant, and the hostess greets them. Gary mentions that he has a reservation, and the hostess checks the books, confirming it to be true. Her name tag reads Leslie.
Leslie: It'll be about a 10 minute wait for the table, Mr. Biggerstaff.
Gary: Thank you.
At this point, Ellie has made her way over to the lobster tank, looking eye to eye with a lone lobster on the far end of the tank. All the other lobsters are huddled at the other end of the tank. Ellie stares at the lobster, who seems to be staring right back. Gary chuckles to himself a bit.
Gary: Haha, what are you doing, Ellie?
Ellie: I dunno. The little guy seems to be lonely. I feel like I could really relate to this lobster.
Gary arches his right eyebrow, looking quizzically at Ellie.
Gary: Okay, so you relate with this lobster. How so?
Ellie: Well, lately I've just felt lonely, you know. Sure, I work at a job where I get to meet a lot of people, but most of my friends from college have graduated and moved on, while I've just been stuck in Stanford. I haven't had a real friend for who knows how long. I feel like I don't have any control over my destiny, like I'm just kind of trapped. I don't know if lobsters have feelings or not, but if they did, I'm sure this guy would feel the exact same way that I've been.
Gary: How is it possible that you don't have any friends? I've only known you a very short time, but I already know you to be outgoing, funny, and infectiously sweet! I definitely consider you a friend!
Ellie smiles, touched by what Gary had to say. She looks at the lobster, then at Gary, back at the lobster, then Gary. She then cracks her goofy grin, and giggles.
Ellie: I think I want to eat that lobster for dinner now!
Leslie: Biggerstaff, party of two, you're table's ready!
Gary: Woohoo! That's us.
Leslie the hostess grabs a couple of menus from the podium, but before leading them to their table, Gary directs Leslie to the lobster tank. He points to the lobster that Ellie liked.
Gary: My friend Ellie here...
Ellie nudges Gary in the ribs to get his attention, mouthing the word, “girlfriend” to him.
Gary: My girlfriend, Ellie, was wondering if she could have that particular lobster for dinner tonight.
Leslie: No problem, sir. I'll let the kitchen staff know right after I get you two seated.
As Leslie takes Gary and Ellie to the dining area, Gary looks at Ellie with a confused look on his face, but can't help but smiling at the fact that she wanted to be known as his girlfriend. The dining area is dimly lit, and the restaurant predictably has a fisherman's theme. The walls have dark wooden panels that appear to be worn down, with plenty of fish on the wall, nets, and old time pictures of rugged fishermen. When they reach their table, Gary pulls the chair out for Ellie as she removes her coat, placing it on the back of the chair. Now that he's able to get a full view of the dress, Gary is taken aback by how beautiful Ellie looks. The dress is a dark shade of blue, and it sparkles in the dim light. As she takes her seat, Gary gently pushes the chair back in, and removes his jacket before taking a seat himself.
Leslie: Your server will be with you in a moment, thank you for coming to Red Lobster.
Gary: Thank you.
He turns back to look at Ellie, who is simply stunning in his eyes.
Gary: So we're a couple now? That was awfully quick!
An uneasy laughter comes from Gary as Ellie giggles again.
Ellie: Well, we are on a date, aren't we? Plus, I like you, and you like me, so why not call a spade a spade? I mean, unless you don't want to be my boyfriend.
Ellie jokingly frowns, and shows big puppy-dog eyes to Gary, who can't help but let out a slight laugh.
Gary: I got no problem with it at all! In fact, I'm delighted! It's just that this whole relationship thing is all brand new to me. I've never really had a girlfriend before, so this is all kind of unexplored territory for me.
Ellie: Really?! I don't believe you!
Gary: Well, with my wrestling schedule, and my commitment to my old church, I just never really made the time for it, I guess...
Ellie: So I'm your first girlfriend?
Gary: (flustered) Yes, yes you are... L-l-let me take the time now to... to apologize for the numerous times I'm going to mess this up...I really have no idea what I'm doing...
Ellie giggles again, and reaches over the table to give Gary a light slug on the shoulder.
Ellie: You know, you're cute when you get flustered. And don't worry about messing up, there's no way that you could be any worse than my old boyfriend...But let's not bring him up! I'm with you now!
At this point the server has come. He's a tall, blond surfer looking dude, with shoulder length hair, and a rather large Adam's apple. His uniform is slightly disheveled, and his name is Curt.
Curt: Welcome to Red Lobster this evening. My name is Curt, and I'm going to be your server tonight...
Curt pauses in mid-sentence, looking at Gary for a moment, with a slightly confused look on his face. Suddenly a light bulb clicks in Curt's head.
Curt: Hey, aren't you a wrestler? Little arrogant guy who always cheats to win? Biggs! You're Biggs!
Gary has a sheepish look on his face as Curt continues to speak.
Curt: Dude, you're like my mom's favorite wrestler! Would it be okay if I got a picture with you later tonight for my mom? She'd freak out for sure!
Gary: Well, considering that I'm a bad guy, and have appearances to keep up, I don't think...
Curt's excitement begins to drain as he anticipates Gary's next words.
Gary: ...that that would be a problem at all! In fact, do you have your cell phone on you?
Curt: Yeah, I do.
Gary: Whip it out, and give your mom a call! What's her name?
Curt: Mary! She's gonna freak, man!
Curt's face lights up, as he feverishly whips out his phone, and speed dials his mother. As she answers the phone, he tells her that there's somebody who'd like to talk to her before handing the phone to Gary.
Gary: Hello, is this Mary that I'm speaking to?
Mary: Why yes it is. Who's this?
Gary: Would you believe me if I told you that you were talking to the current APW Overdrive Champion, and the most talented son of a gun in the wrestling ring today?
Mary: OHMYGOSH! OHMYGOSH! IS THIS BIGGS!?
Gary: Yes, ma'am, it is!
Mary continues to mark out on the other end of the line, and Gary has a brief conversation with her before saying good bye and handing the phone back to Curtis. Curtis thanks Gary, and then proceeds to take their order. Gary orders a double helping of the Cajun Chicken Pasta, while Ellie orders the lobster dinner, making note of the lobster in the front tank.
Curtis: Already taken care of, miss! I'll be right back with your drinks and the biscuits. Thanks again, man!
Gary: Not a problem!
Curtis heads back towards the kitchen. Gary as a big smile across his face as he turns back towards Ellie.
Ellie: Wow, I've never dated a celebrity before!
Gary: Actually, that right there wasn't the normal reaction I get. Being the bad guy, more often then not, I actually get called very rude names at best, and at worst, I've actually gotten a couple of death threats.
Ellie gasps.
Gary: Don't worry. I've actually only ever gotten death threats from one guy, and it was from some backwards hick down in Texas. Still, it's kind of cool to be able to do what I just did there.
Ellie: Then why are you a bad guy? I mean, I have such a hard time believing that somebody as kind and as sweet as you are could ever be viewed as a bad guy...
Gary: Truth be told, every time I've tried to be the good guy, it's never worked out for me. Anytime I've tried to play the babyface, I'd get lost in the shuffle, and not really stand out, despite the fact that I've been wearing a jacket with bright blue feathers for years.
Ellie: But if you were just yourself, I don't see how anybody could hate you!
Gary: True, but they wouldn't know who I am, either. As you already know, I'm actually pretty reserved, and polite to a fault. These two attributes don't go over very well in my profession, so to get noticed, I guess I just started acting like everything I'm not. At first, it surprised me how easy it was to take shortcuts in the ring, and act like the braggadocios jerk you see on TV every week, but the more I did it, the more success I had at it, the more natural it felt for me, the more I felt like it was a part of me that I had merely been suppressing all these years. They say the best wrestling characters are those who take their real personality, and turn it up ten notches, and I feel like I turned that part of me up by twenty!
Ellie: You have a weird profession. But I kind of understand what you mean about being somebody you're not to get ahead. Like I talked about back at the lobster tank, at my job, I get to meet a ton of people, but I haven't been able to help but feel lonely, despite being surrounded by literally hundreds of new faces a night. Still, every night, I put on my happy face, and make a bunch of new friends every night. Still, I'm glad that I finally actually made a true friend this past week.
Ellie smiles at Gary, and he gives her a smile back as Curt arrives with their drinks and biscuits. The two continue to talk about life, the universe, everything, until their dinner arrives. Curt warns them that the plates are hot, and places the cooked lobster in front of Ellie, before setting Gary's plate in front of him.
Curt: Just let me know if there's anything else you need!
Gary: Thank you, Curt! You're doing an excellent job, bud!
As Curt heads back towards the kitchen, Ellie stares her cooked lobster right in the eyes. The lifeless crustacean stares right back. Gary just sits there, smirking to himself at the sight of his girlfriend staring down her dinner. Finally, Ellie breaks the silence, raising her glass. She speaks with a serious tone at first, before devolving into her usual goofy self.
Ellie: To new beginnings, to the end of loneliness, and to the end of this lobster being on my plate!
Gary raises his glass, and laughs along with Ellie.
Gary: Hear, hear!
The two then proceed to enjoy their meal, laughing and joking for the remainder of their date. After the check has been paid, Ellie and Gary make their way back to Gary's blue Prius, and they head back towards Ellie's apartment, listening to more of The Killers on the way back. As they reach her apartment building, Gary again gets out, and runs around to Ellie's side, opening the door for her, and extending his hand to help her out. He places a soft kiss on her hand as she exits the care, and he escorts her to the front door. Both of them are floating on cloud nine as they hold hands on the front porch.
Ellie: Thanks again for a wonderful evening. The lobster was quite symbolic, yet delicious!
Gary and Ellie both bust out laughing, and during their laughter, Ellie gives him a quick peck on the cheek. Gary blushes again, as Ellie giggles, before opening the door and disappearing into the building. Gary has a slight dance in his step as he heads back down the front stairs, and turns to look back up to see Ellie waving out from her apartment window as he gets back into his car. She blows him a kiss, and he “catches” it with his hand before patting his cheek, drawing another giggle from Ellie as he heads back to his hotel to prepare himself to hit the road for the house show the next day.
Tuesday, December 1, 1:56 pm
Sacramento, California
Big Phil's Wrestling Gym
Biggs is in the middle of a clean, well maintained wrestling ring in a well lit, spacious gym. The canvas is light blue, with shiny steel posts, and blue ropes rounding out the rest of the ring. A portly man named Phil with thick black hair and a bushy mustache stands at ringside, as do about a dozen of unknown wrestlers, watching Biggs at work in the ring. The Beast are in the gym as well, standing at ringside, watching Biggs. Biggs is dressed in navy blue gym shorts and a black A-frame tanktop, with blue elbow and knee pads, and his wrestling boot laced up tight. He's sweating like crazy as he grapples with a young up-and-comer, who is eager for the opportunity to spar with one of the best wrestlers in the world today. The young man is dressed in a red singlet, and has fuzzy red hair. He breaks out of the collar-and-elbow tie up with Biggs, and goes for a Standing Dropkick! Biggs sidesteps it, and as the kid hits the mat, Biggs immediately steps in to lock in the Sharpshooter! The kid has no choice but to tap out quickly, and as soon as Biggs let's go, The Beast steps onto the apron, and into the ring!
Biggs: So you want a shot at this, bud! Bring it!
The Beast rushes towards Biggs, who ducks under an attempted Big Boot! Biggs gives The Beast a couple of kicks to the calf before jumping up for a Spinning Heel Kick that nails The Beast on the back of the head! As the big man shambles forward a bit, Biggs runs to the ropes, and rebounds off, going for a Flying Forearm! The Beast manages to duck under, and Biggs rolls through up to his feet. Unfortunately for The Spaceman, he's within The Beast's reach, who grabs him around the throat, lifts him up and gives him a Two-Handed Choke Bomb! The Beast covers Biggs, and the portly man slams his hand on the mat, and the boys on the outside count along, 1...2...Biggs kicks out! The Beast pulls Biggs back up by the head, and hoists him up for a Powerbomb! As The Beast has Biggs up, Biggs frantically fights back, punching his bodyguard in the head multiple times, and rolling through behind him to go for a Sunset Flip! Biggs has a ton of trouble pulling the Beast down, so The Beast takes it upon himself to drop down to his bum, trying to crush Biggs! Biggs rolls out of the way just in the nick of time, and as both men get back up to their feet, a stop watch is heard beeping, BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Big Phil: That's one hour!
Biggs and The Beast stand at ease, and shake each other's hand. One of the rookies tosses Biggs a towel.
Biggs: (to the Beast) You almost had me there. I got to be more careful to make sure Shadow doesn't get his hands on me like that tomorrow night.
Big Phil: That was amazing, Biggs! One full hour, taking on all comers, you pinned 13 of my guys!
Biggs: Let's be honest here, Phil, while you're guys are some of the best for where they are, they're still green. No disrespect, I think most of those guys have real potential, but if I think I'm going to have my way with Shadow the way I did with them, I'd be foolish.
At this point, The Beast whips out a video camera from his duffle bag, and motions to Biggs, pointing at the camera.
Biggs: If you'll give me a moment, Phil, I'm going to use my break to record my weekly webshow. You don't mind if I record it in here, do you?
Big Phil: Not a problem, my friend! Free publicity is good publicity!
Biggs quickly grabs his signature shades from the duffle bag, and puts them on as The Beast counts down Biggs with his fingers. As soon as the red light on the camcorder flashes on, Biggs begins to speak.
Biggs: Ladies and gentlemen, one and all, welcome to the greatest professional wrestling webshow of all time, I am talking of course about Biggs' First Contact! For those of you who don't know me, and let's be honest, there aren't many of you out there, I am Biggs! Now my regular viewers will definitely notice that I'm not at my normal location, that my snazzy set is nowhere to be seen this week. Well, in all honesty, after my unbelievable loss to Shadow two nights ago at Rival Factions, I have been training as hard as I can to get in the absolute best shape of my career to ensure that what happened at The Experts' event doesn't happen again! As such, today's episode will be slightly different from normal, as instead of running down my thoughts from the past week's action for everyone else, I will be focusing solely on my upcoming match with Shadow. I know this may disappoint some of my fans, who appreciate the intelligence and wit I bring to my analysis of the going ons in APW, but to be honest, since I lost to Shadow, I haven't been able to think about anything else except regaining my APW Overdrive Championship!
Biggs pauses to regain some composure, and then continues to speak.
Biggs: Shadow, I am man enough to admit that you beat me fair and square this past Sunday at Rival Factions. As much as it pains me to acknowledge this, it pains me even more to see you carrying around the APW Overdrive Championship, a belt which you neglected, a belt which you disrespected, and yet now, you act like it's the thing you've desired most over these past few months! Thanks to me, that belt is better than you, Shadow, that belt is above you! But at the same time, it's partially because of you that the APW Overdrive Championship has gained so much stature over the past few months that I held it! Whether we like to admit it or not, Shadow, we made history together, you and I made the APW Overdrive Championship relevant again! You see, Shadow, before I came into the title picture, you were floundering around, fighting all the new blood, being well liked by the fans, but not really making any progress with your career. You were content to sit around, taking on weak, incompetent challengers that had no business challenging you for the title, but then I came along! When we finally met one-on-one in that steel cage match at Shockwave, we stole the show! We gave each other hell, and when I walked out of there as the new champion, the seed was planted for something epic. When we fought in the first ever Double Title Tag Team Ladder match, we pushed the boundaries of what a ladder match could be! When I denied you the opportunity to become Champion at the conclusion of the match, for the first time in a long time, the fans felt your agony, they related to you! At Rival Factions, we made history again by participating in the first ever APW Overdrive Title match at a non-APW event! And with our 2-out-of-3 falls match tomorrow night, with our final encounter, we will surely cement our standing in history as having the greatest rivalry ever for the APW Overdrive Championship! And while I can take most of the credit for myself, and I do, the fact of the matter is that if you weren't so gosh darn infuriating and easy to hate, our feud would've been over after Shockwave. Simply put, Shadow, as much as I hate to say this, we made each other stars here in APW!
This whole issue started over respect, and I while I am able to show you some semblance of respect in admitting that you beat me this past Sunday, albeit it begrudgingly, I have heard nothing from you other than gay jokes and short jokes, calling me a coward, calling me a fluke champion! If it makes you feel better about your own pathetic life to try and drag me down to your level, so be it, but you cannot deny that the two of us have pushed each other to new heights. If I've ever seemed desperate, it's only because I couldn't stand the thought of a disrespectful jerk like you holding my title! As much as you want to degrade me, all it amounts to is you making excuses for losing to me! I beat you at Shockwave! I beat you at One Night In Hell! You may think otherwise, but the history books look back on that match and put the “W” next to my name! I have shown myself to be not only more skilled than you, but also smarter. All your little homo jokes and short jokes accomplish is proving you to be the ignoramus we all thought you to be. You remind me of an old saying, that is it better to be thought the fool, than to open your mouth, and remove all doubt! You say that you are trying to get yourself pissed off before the match, I say good. Because your rage, your anger, will blind you, and you won't be able to think clearly. That will make my mental advantage that much greater! Shadow, your immense pride and foolishness will be your undoing at Overdrive.
When we meet up in a little over 24 hours, in the last Overdrive main event for the year, we will no doubt have another epic match. After all, I'm involved. Still, for the first time I can remember over the course of our conflict, the match type firmly favors me! Our first meeting inside the steel cage was totally stacked in your favor. The ladder match had an air of unpredictability and was uncontrollable for your's truly. At Rival Factions, you got lucky and were able to string a few incredibly powerful moves together to keep me down. But the fact of the matter is that in a 2-out-of-3 Falls match, there's no such thing as fluke victory! There's no lucky wins! In order to win this match, you have to beat your opponent twice in one night! You may have been able to beat me once at Rival Factions, Shadow, but I highly doubt that you'll be able to beat me twice! I am just too good of a wrestler for that to happen! Not to mention the fact that this match looks to be a long one. As well conditioned as you are, Shadow, this is one match type where your size works against you! Taking simple physics into account, the fact that you have to carry all that weight means that you will tire out quicker than me! It doesn't matter how strong, how powerful you are when you're gassed, and your opponent still has a ton left in the tank! While you've been gallivanting around California, partying hardy with your buddy Slade in his rental RV, I have been honing my craft, building my stamina and endurance, ensuring that I will be able to outlast you! All I have to do is withstand your initial barrage, which I always do, and the I will have the match in hand. You're best hope is that this match is short, Shadow, but that simply won't happen. I am too determined to allow what happened to me at Rival Factions happen again.
At this point, Biggs rips off his shades, staring directly into the camera. His eyebrows are quivering, and his disdain for Shadow is evident in his voice.
Biggs: The bottom line, Shadow, is that this is our last encounter for the APW Overdrive Championship. After tomorrow, the loser won't get any more chances at that belt for a good long while. Only one of us can walk out of Sacramento as a champion. I know that you just got that belt back a couple of days ago, but be prepared to say goodbye to it all over again. Because even though I have suffered this temporary setback, I fully intend on continuing my quest, my duty, to restore the honor and glory to the APW Overdrive Championship that you never could. But then again, it's not hard to see how you fall short to me, because I am quite simply out of this world!
Biggs puts his shades back on.
Biggs: Well folks, I need to get back to training. Don't be a moron and miss tomorrow night's Overdrive! Until next week, keep watching the stars!
Beast stops the camera, and gives Biggs a hearty slap on the back. The young wrestlers around the ring burst out into applause for Biggs, who soaks in their adoration for a bit before rolling back into the ring.
Biggs: Okay, Phil, set the clock for another hour!
Wednesday, December 2, 6:45 pm
Sacramento, California
The ARCO Arena
Biggs is in the Axis of Awesome locker room, already in his ring jacket and gear, analyzing footage of his match with Shadow at Rival Factions this past Sunday. All of a sudden, Chris Cyrus comes in and slaps Biggs across the back.
Chris: Hey man, The Beast and I have a surprise for you tonight!
Biggs: In all honesty, Chris, could it wait until after my match? I'm really focused here, trying to prep for the two out of three falls match.
Chris: Believe me, man, I don't think you want to wait!
Biggs: Alright, alright...What is it?
Chris: C'mon in Beast!
As the door opens from the outside, The Beast can be seen, blocking the view out to the hall. A voice on the other side is heard shouting.
Voice: Get out of the way!
As the Beast is shoved to the side, Ellie comes barging in through the door, and runs up to Biggs, giving him a big hug and a peck on the cheek. Biggs blushes, as usual. She's wearing black jeans, and a "Biggs" T-Shirt.
Biggs: Ellie! It's great to see you! I thought you weren't able to come tonight. You'd already texted me that your boss wanted to work tonight!
Ellie points to Cyrus and The Beast.
Ellie: It was their idea! They even talked to my boss to get him to play along. There was no way I was going to miss my boyfriend's main event match! Nice jacket, by the way!
Biggs: Wow, this is something else. Thanks guys!
Chris: No problem, man. Just think of it as our contribution to the get Biggs' laid campaign!
Ellie rolls her eyes as Biggs blushes again, glaring at Cyrus.
Chris: Just kidding! I know that you two aren't to that point yet, but a guy can hope!
Biggs: Please excuse my friend. As you already know, he's a bit rough around the edges. I'm really glad that you're here, but unfortunately, the show's about to start, and I have some business that I have to take care of before my match tonight. Afterwards, we'll go out and celebrate my title win!
Ellie: Yep! Good luck!
Biggs: Beast, would you be so kind as to escort Ellie to her seat. I don't want to take any chances of anybody pulling off a Victor Hades here tonight!
The Beast nods, and begins to lead Ellie out the door.
Ellie: See you later! If you can't find me in the crowd, just listen for the cheers, I'll be rooting you on the loudest!
Biggs: I don't doubt it!
Ellie blows Biggs a kiss, and again, he catches it and presses his hand against his cheek. As Ellie and The Beast leave, Cyrus gives Biggs a couple of elbow nudges.
Chris: So did The Beast and I come through, or did we come through?! With your girl here, you'll be that much more motivated to go out there and win tonight!
Biggs: True, but at the same time, if I try to overcompensate to impress her, it could knock my whole gameplan out of whack. Still, I'm glad that you guys thought to do this for me!
Chris: No problems, champ! Tonight, you'll not only get your title back, but you'll get to show off to your lady friend as well!
Biggs: Okay, I need to get back to my match prep.
Chris: No worries. I'll leave you be!
Biggs: Thanks!
Biggs takes a seat in front of the screen, and unpauses the match footage.
Stanford, California
Gary Biggerstaff nervously stands in front of the mirror, making sure that his hair is in place, and that his green button up shirt is properly tucked in so as not to make him look frumpy. He's wearing a nice pair of blue jeans, and shined up brown shoes. Gary checks his breath before walking out of the bathroom and making his way down to his car, grabbing his leather jacket as he goes. On his way down to the car, his phone goes off with an “Ironman” ring tone. Gary flips it open.
Gary: Hey Chris! What's up, buddy?
Chris: The Beast and I know that you're going on your first date with Ellie tonight, and we just wanted to wish the best of luck in hitting it big tonight, man! I'll be the responsible one for once and remind you to use protection!
Gary: Dude! I wouldn't dream of doing that with Ellie! I may be taking a break from the whole church thing, but I still have my morals!
Chris: You're the one who went there! I was just going remind you to wear your seatbelt!
Gary: Well, knowing you, my friend, you would normally take the inappropriate route!
Chris: Yeah, you're right there. Still, have fun tonight, and make the Axis proud!
Gary: Thanks, bud! I'm going to let you go now, I got to get over to Ellie's place. Bye.
Chris: Good bye.
Gary hangs up the phone and reaches his blue Prius, opening the door, and getting in. He drives to Ellie's apartment, and once he gets there, he hops out and makes his way to the front door, buzzing Ellie's number.
Gary: Hi, Ellie. It's Gary, I'm here to pick you up!
Ellie: Hi! I'll be right down!
Gary can hear the sound of Ellie running down the stairs through the door. She opens the door excitedly, and has a huge grin on her face as she flings the door open! Ellie has on a long brown coat over a blue dress, complete with matching blue shoes. She has her brown hair done up in a slight updo, and has a blue headband on. She gives Gary a big hug, catching him by surprise, and causing him to blush a bit.
Ellie: I'm so glad that you were able to make it! I've been looking forward to this date all week!
She giggles.
Gary: Well, I most certainly have been locking forward to it myself. Why don't we get headed out for dinner!
Ellie: (playfully) Can I ask where we're going?
Gary: Sure you can.
Ellie: Where are we going?
Gary: I'm not telling!
Ellie: Hey, you said you'd tell me!
Gary: (laughing) I just told you that you could ask, not that I would answer!
Ellie playfully grits her teeth as she slugs Gary lightly in the shoulder as he opens the car door for her. Ellie thanks him as she sits down in the car, and he closes the door behind her. Ellie quickly pushes the look down on Gary's door as he rounds the car, and he pulls out his keys to unlock the door. As he pops the lock, Ellie jokingly pushes the lock back down again! Gary puts his keys in his pocket, and shrugs his shoulders.
Gary: I guess we're walking! Although I'll be honest, it's about a half hour drive, so I shudder to think how long it'll take us to get there by foot!
Ellie has a faux-panicked look on her face as she pulls the lock right back up, allowing Gary to get in the car. Ellie lets her playful giggle come out as Gary enters the car and gets it started. The Killers' latest album, Day & Age, plays as the two head out on their way.
Gary: Let me ask you, do you like sea food?
Ellie: I love it! I see food on my plate, and I eat it!
She giggles again as Gary cracks a smile. Gary thinks to himself.
Gary: “Man, she has a great sense of humor. She's beautiful, fun, and likes The Killers! What did I ever do to deserve this?” So Ellie, what's your favorite Killer's song?
The two make small talk as they drive for about half-an-hour to the nearest Red Lobster restaurant. Once the car is parked, Gary gets out, walks around to Ellie's side, and opens the door for her, extending his hand out to help her out of the car.
Gary: If you will, m'lady...
Ellie: Thank you. You are quite the gentleman.
Gary and Ellie walk into the restaurant, and the hostess greets them. Gary mentions that he has a reservation, and the hostess checks the books, confirming it to be true. Her name tag reads Leslie.
Leslie: It'll be about a 10 minute wait for the table, Mr. Biggerstaff.
Gary: Thank you.
At this point, Ellie has made her way over to the lobster tank, looking eye to eye with a lone lobster on the far end of the tank. All the other lobsters are huddled at the other end of the tank. Ellie stares at the lobster, who seems to be staring right back. Gary chuckles to himself a bit.
Gary: Haha, what are you doing, Ellie?
Ellie: I dunno. The little guy seems to be lonely. I feel like I could really relate to this lobster.
Gary arches his right eyebrow, looking quizzically at Ellie.
Gary: Okay, so you relate with this lobster. How so?
Ellie: Well, lately I've just felt lonely, you know. Sure, I work at a job where I get to meet a lot of people, but most of my friends from college have graduated and moved on, while I've just been stuck in Stanford. I haven't had a real friend for who knows how long. I feel like I don't have any control over my destiny, like I'm just kind of trapped. I don't know if lobsters have feelings or not, but if they did, I'm sure this guy would feel the exact same way that I've been.
Gary: How is it possible that you don't have any friends? I've only known you a very short time, but I already know you to be outgoing, funny, and infectiously sweet! I definitely consider you a friend!
Ellie smiles, touched by what Gary had to say. She looks at the lobster, then at Gary, back at the lobster, then Gary. She then cracks her goofy grin, and giggles.
Ellie: I think I want to eat that lobster for dinner now!
Leslie: Biggerstaff, party of two, you're table's ready!
Gary: Woohoo! That's us.
Leslie the hostess grabs a couple of menus from the podium, but before leading them to their table, Gary directs Leslie to the lobster tank. He points to the lobster that Ellie liked.
Gary: My friend Ellie here...
Ellie nudges Gary in the ribs to get his attention, mouthing the word, “girlfriend” to him.
Gary: My girlfriend, Ellie, was wondering if she could have that particular lobster for dinner tonight.
Leslie: No problem, sir. I'll let the kitchen staff know right after I get you two seated.
As Leslie takes Gary and Ellie to the dining area, Gary looks at Ellie with a confused look on his face, but can't help but smiling at the fact that she wanted to be known as his girlfriend. The dining area is dimly lit, and the restaurant predictably has a fisherman's theme. The walls have dark wooden panels that appear to be worn down, with plenty of fish on the wall, nets, and old time pictures of rugged fishermen. When they reach their table, Gary pulls the chair out for Ellie as she removes her coat, placing it on the back of the chair. Now that he's able to get a full view of the dress, Gary is taken aback by how beautiful Ellie looks. The dress is a dark shade of blue, and it sparkles in the dim light. As she takes her seat, Gary gently pushes the chair back in, and removes his jacket before taking a seat himself.
Leslie: Your server will be with you in a moment, thank you for coming to Red Lobster.
Gary: Thank you.
He turns back to look at Ellie, who is simply stunning in his eyes.
Gary: So we're a couple now? That was awfully quick!
An uneasy laughter comes from Gary as Ellie giggles again.
Ellie: Well, we are on a date, aren't we? Plus, I like you, and you like me, so why not call a spade a spade? I mean, unless you don't want to be my boyfriend.
Ellie jokingly frowns, and shows big puppy-dog eyes to Gary, who can't help but let out a slight laugh.
Gary: I got no problem with it at all! In fact, I'm delighted! It's just that this whole relationship thing is all brand new to me. I've never really had a girlfriend before, so this is all kind of unexplored territory for me.
Ellie: Really?! I don't believe you!
Gary: Well, with my wrestling schedule, and my commitment to my old church, I just never really made the time for it, I guess...
Ellie: So I'm your first girlfriend?
Gary: (flustered) Yes, yes you are... L-l-let me take the time now to... to apologize for the numerous times I'm going to mess this up...I really have no idea what I'm doing...
Ellie giggles again, and reaches over the table to give Gary a light slug on the shoulder.
Ellie: You know, you're cute when you get flustered. And don't worry about messing up, there's no way that you could be any worse than my old boyfriend...But let's not bring him up! I'm with you now!
At this point the server has come. He's a tall, blond surfer looking dude, with shoulder length hair, and a rather large Adam's apple. His uniform is slightly disheveled, and his name is Curt.
Curt: Welcome to Red Lobster this evening. My name is Curt, and I'm going to be your server tonight...
Curt pauses in mid-sentence, looking at Gary for a moment, with a slightly confused look on his face. Suddenly a light bulb clicks in Curt's head.
Curt: Hey, aren't you a wrestler? Little arrogant guy who always cheats to win? Biggs! You're Biggs!
Gary has a sheepish look on his face as Curt continues to speak.
Curt: Dude, you're like my mom's favorite wrestler! Would it be okay if I got a picture with you later tonight for my mom? She'd freak out for sure!
Gary: Well, considering that I'm a bad guy, and have appearances to keep up, I don't think...
Curt's excitement begins to drain as he anticipates Gary's next words.
Gary: ...that that would be a problem at all! In fact, do you have your cell phone on you?
Curt: Yeah, I do.
Gary: Whip it out, and give your mom a call! What's her name?
Curt: Mary! She's gonna freak, man!
Curt's face lights up, as he feverishly whips out his phone, and speed dials his mother. As she answers the phone, he tells her that there's somebody who'd like to talk to her before handing the phone to Gary.
Gary: Hello, is this Mary that I'm speaking to?
Mary: Why yes it is. Who's this?
Gary: Would you believe me if I told you that you were talking to the current APW Overdrive Champion, and the most talented son of a gun in the wrestling ring today?
Mary: OHMYGOSH! OHMYGOSH! IS THIS BIGGS!?
Gary: Yes, ma'am, it is!
Mary continues to mark out on the other end of the line, and Gary has a brief conversation with her before saying good bye and handing the phone back to Curtis. Curtis thanks Gary, and then proceeds to take their order. Gary orders a double helping of the Cajun Chicken Pasta, while Ellie orders the lobster dinner, making note of the lobster in the front tank.
Curtis: Already taken care of, miss! I'll be right back with your drinks and the biscuits. Thanks again, man!
Gary: Not a problem!
Curtis heads back towards the kitchen. Gary as a big smile across his face as he turns back towards Ellie.
Ellie: Wow, I've never dated a celebrity before!
Gary: Actually, that right there wasn't the normal reaction I get. Being the bad guy, more often then not, I actually get called very rude names at best, and at worst, I've actually gotten a couple of death threats.
Ellie gasps.
Gary: Don't worry. I've actually only ever gotten death threats from one guy, and it was from some backwards hick down in Texas. Still, it's kind of cool to be able to do what I just did there.
Ellie: Then why are you a bad guy? I mean, I have such a hard time believing that somebody as kind and as sweet as you are could ever be viewed as a bad guy...
Gary: Truth be told, every time I've tried to be the good guy, it's never worked out for me. Anytime I've tried to play the babyface, I'd get lost in the shuffle, and not really stand out, despite the fact that I've been wearing a jacket with bright blue feathers for years.
Ellie: But if you were just yourself, I don't see how anybody could hate you!
Gary: True, but they wouldn't know who I am, either. As you already know, I'm actually pretty reserved, and polite to a fault. These two attributes don't go over very well in my profession, so to get noticed, I guess I just started acting like everything I'm not. At first, it surprised me how easy it was to take shortcuts in the ring, and act like the braggadocios jerk you see on TV every week, but the more I did it, the more success I had at it, the more natural it felt for me, the more I felt like it was a part of me that I had merely been suppressing all these years. They say the best wrestling characters are those who take their real personality, and turn it up ten notches, and I feel like I turned that part of me up by twenty!
Ellie: You have a weird profession. But I kind of understand what you mean about being somebody you're not to get ahead. Like I talked about back at the lobster tank, at my job, I get to meet a ton of people, but I haven't been able to help but feel lonely, despite being surrounded by literally hundreds of new faces a night. Still, every night, I put on my happy face, and make a bunch of new friends every night. Still, I'm glad that I finally actually made a true friend this past week.
Ellie smiles at Gary, and he gives her a smile back as Curt arrives with their drinks and biscuits. The two continue to talk about life, the universe, everything, until their dinner arrives. Curt warns them that the plates are hot, and places the cooked lobster in front of Ellie, before setting Gary's plate in front of him.
Curt: Just let me know if there's anything else you need!
Gary: Thank you, Curt! You're doing an excellent job, bud!
As Curt heads back towards the kitchen, Ellie stares her cooked lobster right in the eyes. The lifeless crustacean stares right back. Gary just sits there, smirking to himself at the sight of his girlfriend staring down her dinner. Finally, Ellie breaks the silence, raising her glass. She speaks with a serious tone at first, before devolving into her usual goofy self.
Ellie: To new beginnings, to the end of loneliness, and to the end of this lobster being on my plate!
Gary raises his glass, and laughs along with Ellie.
Gary: Hear, hear!
The two then proceed to enjoy their meal, laughing and joking for the remainder of their date. After the check has been paid, Ellie and Gary make their way back to Gary's blue Prius, and they head back towards Ellie's apartment, listening to more of The Killers on the way back. As they reach her apartment building, Gary again gets out, and runs around to Ellie's side, opening the door for her, and extending his hand to help her out. He places a soft kiss on her hand as she exits the care, and he escorts her to the front door. Both of them are floating on cloud nine as they hold hands on the front porch.
Ellie: Thanks again for a wonderful evening. The lobster was quite symbolic, yet delicious!
Gary and Ellie both bust out laughing, and during their laughter, Ellie gives him a quick peck on the cheek. Gary blushes again, as Ellie giggles, before opening the door and disappearing into the building. Gary has a slight dance in his step as he heads back down the front stairs, and turns to look back up to see Ellie waving out from her apartment window as he gets back into his car. She blows him a kiss, and he “catches” it with his hand before patting his cheek, drawing another giggle from Ellie as he heads back to his hotel to prepare himself to hit the road for the house show the next day.
Tuesday, December 1, 1:56 pm
Sacramento, California
Big Phil's Wrestling Gym
Biggs is in the middle of a clean, well maintained wrestling ring in a well lit, spacious gym. The canvas is light blue, with shiny steel posts, and blue ropes rounding out the rest of the ring. A portly man named Phil with thick black hair and a bushy mustache stands at ringside, as do about a dozen of unknown wrestlers, watching Biggs at work in the ring. The Beast are in the gym as well, standing at ringside, watching Biggs. Biggs is dressed in navy blue gym shorts and a black A-frame tanktop, with blue elbow and knee pads, and his wrestling boot laced up tight. He's sweating like crazy as he grapples with a young up-and-comer, who is eager for the opportunity to spar with one of the best wrestlers in the world today. The young man is dressed in a red singlet, and has fuzzy red hair. He breaks out of the collar-and-elbow tie up with Biggs, and goes for a Standing Dropkick! Biggs sidesteps it, and as the kid hits the mat, Biggs immediately steps in to lock in the Sharpshooter! The kid has no choice but to tap out quickly, and as soon as Biggs let's go, The Beast steps onto the apron, and into the ring!
Biggs: So you want a shot at this, bud! Bring it!
The Beast rushes towards Biggs, who ducks under an attempted Big Boot! Biggs gives The Beast a couple of kicks to the calf before jumping up for a Spinning Heel Kick that nails The Beast on the back of the head! As the big man shambles forward a bit, Biggs runs to the ropes, and rebounds off, going for a Flying Forearm! The Beast manages to duck under, and Biggs rolls through up to his feet. Unfortunately for The Spaceman, he's within The Beast's reach, who grabs him around the throat, lifts him up and gives him a Two-Handed Choke Bomb! The Beast covers Biggs, and the portly man slams his hand on the mat, and the boys on the outside count along, 1...2...Biggs kicks out! The Beast pulls Biggs back up by the head, and hoists him up for a Powerbomb! As The Beast has Biggs up, Biggs frantically fights back, punching his bodyguard in the head multiple times, and rolling through behind him to go for a Sunset Flip! Biggs has a ton of trouble pulling the Beast down, so The Beast takes it upon himself to drop down to his bum, trying to crush Biggs! Biggs rolls out of the way just in the nick of time, and as both men get back up to their feet, a stop watch is heard beeping, BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Big Phil: That's one hour!
Biggs and The Beast stand at ease, and shake each other's hand. One of the rookies tosses Biggs a towel.
Biggs: (to the Beast) You almost had me there. I got to be more careful to make sure Shadow doesn't get his hands on me like that tomorrow night.
Big Phil: That was amazing, Biggs! One full hour, taking on all comers, you pinned 13 of my guys!
Biggs: Let's be honest here, Phil, while you're guys are some of the best for where they are, they're still green. No disrespect, I think most of those guys have real potential, but if I think I'm going to have my way with Shadow the way I did with them, I'd be foolish.
At this point, The Beast whips out a video camera from his duffle bag, and motions to Biggs, pointing at the camera.
Biggs: If you'll give me a moment, Phil, I'm going to use my break to record my weekly webshow. You don't mind if I record it in here, do you?
Big Phil: Not a problem, my friend! Free publicity is good publicity!
Biggs quickly grabs his signature shades from the duffle bag, and puts them on as The Beast counts down Biggs with his fingers. As soon as the red light on the camcorder flashes on, Biggs begins to speak.
Biggs: Ladies and gentlemen, one and all, welcome to the greatest professional wrestling webshow of all time, I am talking of course about Biggs' First Contact! For those of you who don't know me, and let's be honest, there aren't many of you out there, I am Biggs! Now my regular viewers will definitely notice that I'm not at my normal location, that my snazzy set is nowhere to be seen this week. Well, in all honesty, after my unbelievable loss to Shadow two nights ago at Rival Factions, I have been training as hard as I can to get in the absolute best shape of my career to ensure that what happened at The Experts' event doesn't happen again! As such, today's episode will be slightly different from normal, as instead of running down my thoughts from the past week's action for everyone else, I will be focusing solely on my upcoming match with Shadow. I know this may disappoint some of my fans, who appreciate the intelligence and wit I bring to my analysis of the going ons in APW, but to be honest, since I lost to Shadow, I haven't been able to think about anything else except regaining my APW Overdrive Championship!
Biggs pauses to regain some composure, and then continues to speak.
Biggs: Shadow, I am man enough to admit that you beat me fair and square this past Sunday at Rival Factions. As much as it pains me to acknowledge this, it pains me even more to see you carrying around the APW Overdrive Championship, a belt which you neglected, a belt which you disrespected, and yet now, you act like it's the thing you've desired most over these past few months! Thanks to me, that belt is better than you, Shadow, that belt is above you! But at the same time, it's partially because of you that the APW Overdrive Championship has gained so much stature over the past few months that I held it! Whether we like to admit it or not, Shadow, we made history together, you and I made the APW Overdrive Championship relevant again! You see, Shadow, before I came into the title picture, you were floundering around, fighting all the new blood, being well liked by the fans, but not really making any progress with your career. You were content to sit around, taking on weak, incompetent challengers that had no business challenging you for the title, but then I came along! When we finally met one-on-one in that steel cage match at Shockwave, we stole the show! We gave each other hell, and when I walked out of there as the new champion, the seed was planted for something epic. When we fought in the first ever Double Title Tag Team Ladder match, we pushed the boundaries of what a ladder match could be! When I denied you the opportunity to become Champion at the conclusion of the match, for the first time in a long time, the fans felt your agony, they related to you! At Rival Factions, we made history again by participating in the first ever APW Overdrive Title match at a non-APW event! And with our 2-out-of-3 falls match tomorrow night, with our final encounter, we will surely cement our standing in history as having the greatest rivalry ever for the APW Overdrive Championship! And while I can take most of the credit for myself, and I do, the fact of the matter is that if you weren't so gosh darn infuriating and easy to hate, our feud would've been over after Shockwave. Simply put, Shadow, as much as I hate to say this, we made each other stars here in APW!
This whole issue started over respect, and I while I am able to show you some semblance of respect in admitting that you beat me this past Sunday, albeit it begrudgingly, I have heard nothing from you other than gay jokes and short jokes, calling me a coward, calling me a fluke champion! If it makes you feel better about your own pathetic life to try and drag me down to your level, so be it, but you cannot deny that the two of us have pushed each other to new heights. If I've ever seemed desperate, it's only because I couldn't stand the thought of a disrespectful jerk like you holding my title! As much as you want to degrade me, all it amounts to is you making excuses for losing to me! I beat you at Shockwave! I beat you at One Night In Hell! You may think otherwise, but the history books look back on that match and put the “W” next to my name! I have shown myself to be not only more skilled than you, but also smarter. All your little homo jokes and short jokes accomplish is proving you to be the ignoramus we all thought you to be. You remind me of an old saying, that is it better to be thought the fool, than to open your mouth, and remove all doubt! You say that you are trying to get yourself pissed off before the match, I say good. Because your rage, your anger, will blind you, and you won't be able to think clearly. That will make my mental advantage that much greater! Shadow, your immense pride and foolishness will be your undoing at Overdrive.
When we meet up in a little over 24 hours, in the last Overdrive main event for the year, we will no doubt have another epic match. After all, I'm involved. Still, for the first time I can remember over the course of our conflict, the match type firmly favors me! Our first meeting inside the steel cage was totally stacked in your favor. The ladder match had an air of unpredictability and was uncontrollable for your's truly. At Rival Factions, you got lucky and were able to string a few incredibly powerful moves together to keep me down. But the fact of the matter is that in a 2-out-of-3 Falls match, there's no such thing as fluke victory! There's no lucky wins! In order to win this match, you have to beat your opponent twice in one night! You may have been able to beat me once at Rival Factions, Shadow, but I highly doubt that you'll be able to beat me twice! I am just too good of a wrestler for that to happen! Not to mention the fact that this match looks to be a long one. As well conditioned as you are, Shadow, this is one match type where your size works against you! Taking simple physics into account, the fact that you have to carry all that weight means that you will tire out quicker than me! It doesn't matter how strong, how powerful you are when you're gassed, and your opponent still has a ton left in the tank! While you've been gallivanting around California, partying hardy with your buddy Slade in his rental RV, I have been honing my craft, building my stamina and endurance, ensuring that I will be able to outlast you! All I have to do is withstand your initial barrage, which I always do, and the I will have the match in hand. You're best hope is that this match is short, Shadow, but that simply won't happen. I am too determined to allow what happened to me at Rival Factions happen again.
At this point, Biggs rips off his shades, staring directly into the camera. His eyebrows are quivering, and his disdain for Shadow is evident in his voice.
Biggs: The bottom line, Shadow, is that this is our last encounter for the APW Overdrive Championship. After tomorrow, the loser won't get any more chances at that belt for a good long while. Only one of us can walk out of Sacramento as a champion. I know that you just got that belt back a couple of days ago, but be prepared to say goodbye to it all over again. Because even though I have suffered this temporary setback, I fully intend on continuing my quest, my duty, to restore the honor and glory to the APW Overdrive Championship that you never could. But then again, it's not hard to see how you fall short to me, because I am quite simply out of this world!
Biggs puts his shades back on.
Biggs: Well folks, I need to get back to training. Don't be a moron and miss tomorrow night's Overdrive! Until next week, keep watching the stars!
Beast stops the camera, and gives Biggs a hearty slap on the back. The young wrestlers around the ring burst out into applause for Biggs, who soaks in their adoration for a bit before rolling back into the ring.
Biggs: Okay, Phil, set the clock for another hour!
Wednesday, December 2, 6:45 pm
Sacramento, California
The ARCO Arena
Biggs is in the Axis of Awesome locker room, already in his ring jacket and gear, analyzing footage of his match with Shadow at Rival Factions this past Sunday. All of a sudden, Chris Cyrus comes in and slaps Biggs across the back.
Chris: Hey man, The Beast and I have a surprise for you tonight!
Biggs: In all honesty, Chris, could it wait until after my match? I'm really focused here, trying to prep for the two out of three falls match.
Chris: Believe me, man, I don't think you want to wait!
Biggs: Alright, alright...What is it?
Chris: C'mon in Beast!
As the door opens from the outside, The Beast can be seen, blocking the view out to the hall. A voice on the other side is heard shouting.
Voice: Get out of the way!
As the Beast is shoved to the side, Ellie comes barging in through the door, and runs up to Biggs, giving him a big hug and a peck on the cheek. Biggs blushes, as usual. She's wearing black jeans, and a "Biggs" T-Shirt.
Biggs: Ellie! It's great to see you! I thought you weren't able to come tonight. You'd already texted me that your boss wanted to work tonight!
Ellie points to Cyrus and The Beast.
Ellie: It was their idea! They even talked to my boss to get him to play along. There was no way I was going to miss my boyfriend's main event match! Nice jacket, by the way!
Biggs: Wow, this is something else. Thanks guys!
Chris: No problem, man. Just think of it as our contribution to the get Biggs' laid campaign!
Ellie rolls her eyes as Biggs blushes again, glaring at Cyrus.
Chris: Just kidding! I know that you two aren't to that point yet, but a guy can hope!
Biggs: Please excuse my friend. As you already know, he's a bit rough around the edges. I'm really glad that you're here, but unfortunately, the show's about to start, and I have some business that I have to take care of before my match tonight. Afterwards, we'll go out and celebrate my title win!
Ellie: Yep! Good luck!
Biggs: Beast, would you be so kind as to escort Ellie to her seat. I don't want to take any chances of anybody pulling off a Victor Hades here tonight!
The Beast nods, and begins to lead Ellie out the door.
Ellie: See you later! If you can't find me in the crowd, just listen for the cheers, I'll be rooting you on the loudest!
Biggs: I don't doubt it!
Ellie blows Biggs a kiss, and again, he catches it and presses his hand against his cheek. As Ellie and The Beast leave, Cyrus gives Biggs a couple of elbow nudges.
Chris: So did The Beast and I come through, or did we come through?! With your girl here, you'll be that much more motivated to go out there and win tonight!
Biggs: True, but at the same time, if I try to overcompensate to impress her, it could knock my whole gameplan out of whack. Still, I'm glad that you guys thought to do this for me!
Chris: No problems, champ! Tonight, you'll not only get your title back, but you'll get to show off to your lady friend as well!
Biggs: Okay, I need to get back to my match prep.
Chris: No worries. I'll leave you be!
Biggs: Thanks!
Biggs takes a seat in front of the screen, and unpauses the match footage.
