Post by biggs on Jan 6, 2010 0:50:51 GMT -4
Nate Johnson had always been a large person, even from birth. In fact, his mother constantly reminded him that she never quite forgave him for the pain and suffering he caused her in delivery. He was born in Indianapolis, Indiana, and was a whopping 14 pounds at birth. Despite her teasing, Nate's mother truly loved him, and would do anything for her son, even though being a single mother was never easy. People would gawk and stare at her boy, amazed at how big he was for his age, almost freakishly large. Nate was a quite boy with a large frame, ruddy red hair, and usually a scowl across his face. He could handle the fact that people picked on him for his size, calling him fatso or giant boy, but he couldn't stand how they talked about his mother. Often times, he'd come home in tears, angered over what the other kids had said about his mother that day, saying she was like the village bicycle, that everyone got a ride, that she fornicated with anyone with a heartbeat. Every time, Ms. Johnson would hug her son, and convince him that they were just teasing him because they didn't understand him or her, and that it was their loss for not being his friend. Every night, she would tuck Nate into bed, kissing him on the head before closing his door. Nate would hear the strange voices as he laid there, trying to go to sleep, kept awake by the sounds coming from his mother's room.
Finally, in on a gloomy autumn day in eighth grade, October 1994, Nate had had enough. His class was outside, playing flag football, and the boys on the opposing team kept taunting Nate. One boy in particular, a snot nosed punk named Thomas Becker, was especially harsh in his insults. Thomas was the most popular kid in the school, the kind of person who was used to having everything handed to him, and as such, the kind of kid who really lacked decency or character. He was of average height and weight for his age, about 5 feet tall, and about 105 pounds. Even though Nate was already over 6 feet tall and tipping the scales at nearly 230 pounds, he was Thomas's favorite target for ridicule. On this day, Thomas was calling Nate's mom all sort of dirty names. As they lined up in scrimmage, Thomas was behind center, playing Quarterback, and yelled at Nate, “Hey freak! We're going to have an easier time with you than I did with your mom last night!” A quite rage seethed in Nate, and as soon as the ball was snapped, he tossed the center out of the way before drilling Thomas to the ground, mounting him and pummeling him mercilessly into the mud! The gym teacher rushed over, blowing his whistle, trying to peel Nate off of Thomas, but there was no stopping Nate as he continued to destroy Thomas' face. Thomas was crying and pleading with Nate to let up, but Nate was having none of it. He was tired of all the taunting, tired of all the disrespect they'd dealt his mother, and he had finally done something about it. He honestly didn't hear the gym teacher as he tried to pull him off, enlisting the help off the rest of the class to break the two up. All that Nate had realized was that he was now feared. From that day forward, the kids called him by a new nickname. He was no longer Fatso, Tubbo, Lard-Butt, or Giant McGee. Now, he was The Beast!
Needless to say, Nate was suspended from school following his fisticuffs with Thomas Becker, but than again, so was Thomas, as he had instigated the fight. It was small solace for Nate's mother, who was very disappointed that her son was not allowed in school for a week.
“Nate, I appreciate the fact that you were trying to defend my honor, but what you did to your classmate was just wrong,” she said.
Nate answered, “No it wasn't. For all this time, I've just sit around and take their abuse, even though I'm so much bigger than them. They've never respected me, but now they fear me...”
Ms. Johnson was troubled by the satisfaction she heard in her son's voice. She gave him a hard squeeze. “Please just promise me you won't hurt anyone else son.”
“I'll try, mom. I'll try.”
About a month later, as Nate was laying in his bed, he heard his mom screaming from the next room. It wasn't the normal loud sounds he heard every night. Rather, this was a scream of fear. He knew this because it was very similar to the screams that came from Thomas Becker as he laid waste to him. Nate immediately sprang out of bed and burst into his mom's room, where a man he had never met before was standing there only in his boxer shorts, chocking his mother. Rage boiled up in Nate, and the man had a dumbfounded look on his face as he saw Nate rushing at him! The Beast lived up to his new nickname, pushing the man away from his mother and ramming him up against the wall with such force that he put a sizable hole in the dry wall! Nate took a step back and grabbed the man by the throat, tossing him down to the floor, and getting on his back, punching him as hard as he could again and again to the back of the skull! By the time his mom had recovered her breath and closed her robe, she saw her son with his knuckles bloodied, and his fists still hammering, and the man unconscious on the floor. She looked into the eyes of her little angel, and instead, saw the eyes of a monster.
“Nate! Nate! Please stop it! Stop it! Nate!” she screamed, but to no avail, as Nate continued to beat the man as hard as he could.
It wasn't long before the police arrived to find Ms. Johnson cowering in the corner as her son sat savagely above his victim, breathing hard and grunting. The police officers only had to take a brief look at the man to know that he had been beaten to death. The cops cautiously edged their way towards Nate.
“Son, put your hands up,” the mustached policeman ordered.
Nate ignored him, looking down at the lifeless body of the man who had hurt his mother. The second cop, a younger female cop, asked Nate to raise his hands again. Again, he ignored them, letting out almost a faint growl. By this point, Ms. Johnson was in tears, and she pleaded with her son to cooperate. The sound of her crying seemed to snap Nate out of his trance, and he finally realized what he had done. The male cop asked him to get up and put his hands behind his back once more, and this time, Nate complied. After seeing the look of fear and despair in his mom's face, Nate couldn't help but to hang his head low as the police escorted him out of the apartment and down to the cop car.
The hearing had been pretty straight forward. Even though the court acknowledged that Nate had done what he did to protect his mother, they deemed him a danger to society and to himself, and felt that rehabilitation in juvenile detention would help him to control his rage. The tipping point in the hearing had been when the judge asked him if he was sorry for killing the man. Nate's response sent chills through the spines of everyone in the court room.
“No. I'm only sorry that I made my mother cry. As far as I'm concerned, that man can burn in hell.”
Ms. Johnson sobbed uncontrollably as her son was once again handcuffed and led out of the courtroom. She embraced him for as long as they would let her, kissing him on the cheek again and again. Nate couldn't help but tear up himself. He would miss his mother in juvie, and was upset that he wouldn't be able to protect her. Still, he felt no remorse for killing the man.
Other than the fact that he missed his mom, juvenile detention was actually quite agreeable with Nate's disposition. Everyone in there with him respected him, and tried to befriend him. When the other boys all heard that he had killed a man, they made sure to do everything in their power to stay on his good side. He loved to pass the time working out and telling all the new inmate about what it was like to kill a man. He would laugh to himself about how wide their eyes would get, and that how that was the point that he knew they wouldn't mess with him one bit. He also looked forward to the weekly visits with his mother, in which she would normally bring a picnic lunch, and the two of them would talk for the hour they were alloted about all sorts of things. Each visit would always end with a deep embrace between the two of them, and Nate apologizing that he couldn't be around to protect her. About the only thing Nate didn't care for in juvie was the classes, but he had never been a particularly good student even in regular school, and did just barely enough to pass his classes. Upon leaving juvenile detention at the age of 18, Nate had just barely earned his GED, and was 7 feet, 5 inches tall, with over 400 pounds of muscle. He had no idea what he was going to do with his life, as he knew his poor grades and his conviction, he'd have a lot of trouble finding decent work that didn't involve asking if the customers wanted fries with their meals. Still, he could think about it later, as his mom pulled up in a shiny new car to pick him up.
Nate was taken aback by the new set of wheels. “Mom! How the heck could you afford this?”
A man stepped out of the car. He was of average height and build, and had slick brown hair. He wore a mustache and had bright blue eyes. He went up to shake Nate's hand. His mom told him, “Well, son, you have yourself a new stepfather. His name is Bill.”
Nate stood there quite for a bit before finally speaking. “Why didn't you tell me about him?”
“Well, it all happened so fast. And you've never really gotten to know any of my boyfriends before. After what happened with the last one, I figured it'd be best to tell you after the fact. But don't worry. Bill has been nothing but a saint, taking care of me and everything.”
“But I'm supposed to protect you, mom. I know that I haven't been able to the past four years, but I'm out now. You don't need Bill.”
At this point, Bill chimed in, “Well, son, I know that this is awkward for all of us, but if you can just give me a chance, I'm sure we'll be able to all get along!”
“SHUT UP, BILL!” Nate shouted. He was furious that his mother would go out and get married without even telling him. He seethed with anger, and his mother noticed this.
“Calm down, honey. Please try to understand. I need you, but I also need Bill.”
Bill still stood their with his hand extended out for a handshake, while Nate just stood there. After a few moments, Nate had made his decision. He felt betrayed by his mother, that she had sought protection from somebody else rather than waiting for him. He also was hurting inside over the fact that she hadn't told him about getting married. He could understand why she wouldn't tell him about her boyfriends, but something as serious as that, he felt that he had the right to know. Nate decided that since his mother didn't need him anymore, he didn't need her. He turned his back on Bill and his mother, and started walking the other way.
“Nate, where are you going!? Please just get in the car!”
“No, mother. I'm an adult now. I don't have to listen to you. If you don't want me to protect you, than I won't. This is goodbye.”
“No, Nate! Come back! Come back!”
Nate ignored his mother's cries and didn't look back as he made his way towards the city. Initially, life on the streets was tough for Nate, but he used his size to his advantage, taking up odd jobs shipping packages and whatnot until one day he delivered a rather large crate to the local gym. As he walked into the dank, dark building, he noticed a couple of guys wrestling around in the dingy wrestling ring. When the owner of the gym turned around to sign for the package, he almost did a double take when he saw Nate.
“Geez, kid! You sure are big. Tell me, have you ever given any thought to wrestling?”
***
Depeche Mode's “Space Walker” begins to play as the words FIRST CONTACT flash across the starry background. The video transitions to Biggs in his studio, complete with the blue leather couch and blue carpeting, as well full sized screen wall behind him. He is decked out in his ring gear and jacket, complete with the blue feathers on the shoulders and his signature blue shades. He is joined by Ellie, who is wearing a purple dress and white leggings, as well as a female version of Biggs' jacket, in white and purple, even down to purple feathers on her shoulders. She also dons shades, although they're sleeker than Biggs' and purple as well. The Beast is seated on the blue leather couch. Biggs begins to speak.
Biggs: Ladies and gentlemen, first and foremost happy new year! Secondly, welcome to Biggs' First Contact, only the greatest wrestling webshow the Internet has ever seen! I am, of course, your host, Biggs. And this week, I'm joined by my gorgeous girlfriend, Ellie, and my decidedly ungorgeous body guard, The Beast!
Ellie: I think he's kind of cute!
She lets out her infectious giggle. The Beast leans back a bit in the couch, placing both hands behind himself, seemingly looking smug.
Biggs: Now don't you get any ideas! But anyways, as normal we have a lot to talk about so let's get right to business.
The APW Christmas Chaos poster shows up on the screen behind Biggs.
Biggs: If you all don't mind, I'm going to deal with the unpleasantness first, namely, mine and Chris Cyrus' respective loses at Christmas Chaos, as he lost his APW Xtreme Championship to that little louse Michael Lively, and I lost my Overdrive Championship to that self righteous, hypocritical scumbag Pence Weatherlight! Now Chris and Lively fought in what many are calling the greatest Xtreme Title match in the history of APW, and while Lively was able to squeak by with the win, there's no doubt that my good friend has nothing to be ashamed of. The plain and simple fact is that Michael Lively got lucky. Chris Cyrus wasn't Xtreme Champion for almost one entire year for nothing, and Lively found out first hand why at Christmas Chaos. As for my match with Pence, unfortunately, the dog had his day, and Pence Weatherlight came out on top. While it saddens me that the Overdrive Championship is no longer around my waist, at least I can take solace that I was beaten by a former APW World Heavyweight Champion...Wait, what the heck am I saying? I can't take any solace in losing to that indignant, pompous, self-absorbed jerk! Pence, quite frankly, you are everything that is wrong with this business. You claim to do all that you do for the fans, yet your actions reveal your selfish nature. I'll be the first to admit that I'm also a selfish jerk, but at least I'm honest about who I am. You may have gotten the better of me at Christmas Chaos Pence, but if we do meet again, the results will most definitely not be the same. Still, it's probably for the best that I'm no longer tied down by the Overdrive Championship, a title which I restored glory and honor to, before which it had none. Now, I needn't worry about elevating a title, only myself. Because let's face it, the Overdrive Championship is merely a stepping stone in my quest to be the very best in this business. Now that I don't have to worry about the Overdrive Championship, I can now turn my focus on the APW Heavyweight Championship!
Ellie squeals with delight at this exclamation.
Ellie: I'd like that! I'd like that a lot!
Biggs: I know you would, sweetie. Now I have nothing but respect for the current champion, Level-One. In fact, I've been accused of being one of his biggest fans. Still, as much as I respect Level-One, I'd be lying if I didn't say that one of my goals this year was to become the APW Heavyweight Champion. I know that you can respect my drive, Level-One, and I sincerely hope that when I get the chance to fight for the title, that you will be my opponent.
At this point, the graphic behind Biggs switches to President Jeff with duct tape over his mouth.
Biggs: Also at Christmas Chaos, we saw our beloved President Jeff kidnapped by the cowards over at EWC. Not surprisingly, Max Carter was behind it. I've always known that Carter was a bad apple, and this is one of those cases where I hate being right all the time. Because despite President Jeff's propensity to show favor to the fan favorites, well, without him or Max Carter there to run things, Overdrive is going to be a freakin' circus!
Ellie: I sure hope there aren't any clowns. I hate clowns!
Biggs: And Indiana Jones hates snakes. But don't worry, babe. If any clowns do decide to show up, I'll be there to protect you.
The image than shifts to the O'Connor Brothers.
Biggs: Finally, this brings us to our match this week, as The Beast and I have been booked to face everyone's favorite Irish Alcoholics, The O'Connor Brothers! Now while I still feel that these two are an embarrassment to Irish descendent's everywhere, The Beast and I can't help but feel a bit excited about our match this week. I mean, on our team we have a two-time APW Overdrive Champion, not to mention the fastest rising star in APW this past year, and then we have the most physically dominating specimen in APW today! O'Connors, just look at my partner!
The Beast stands up from the couch.
Biggs: He's seven feet, five inches tall, weighs 475 pounds of pure muscle, and has one heck of a mean streak! The Beast hasn't had much of a chance to show his abilities in the ring, and I know that he's looking forward to tearing you two limb from limb.
The Beast does a ripping motion with his hands.
Biggs: The Beast has essentially been caged since first appearing here in APW, and in a sense, this is his real coming out party in terms of showing everyone what he's truly capable of. You two just happen to be his unlucky victims.
Biggs begins to chuckle, and Ellie lets out another giggle, although it's not the normal infectious one, bur rather, a bit sinister. Biggs cocks an eyebrow, and looks at her quizzically from behind his shades.
Biggs: Oooh, that was a bit freaky, yet oddly attractive...
Ellie: I know!
Biggs: But back to the O'Connor Brothers. The Beast isn't going to be the only one to have his fun at your expense. I'm just a wee bit bitter about losing at the pay per view, and I need an outlet for my pent up rage and frustration. I want to thank you two for being the ones who allow me to release these unhealthy feelings. Not to say that I wouldn't want to beat the living snot out of the two of you had I beaten Pence, because as I've said before, you two are a disgrace to Irish folks everywhere. Being predominately Irish myself, I must say I've been half tempted to claim to be Scottish instead when people start talking about you around me. I can't stand your hard living ways, your drunken debauchery, and most of all, your little taunts of calling me a leprechaun! I'm not that much shorter than you two, and I wear blue, not green! Anyways, what right do you two have to insult me. I am a two-time Overdrive Champion, and have established myself as one of the biggest stars in APW today. You two have barely been a blip on the radar. This will undoubtedly be the biggest match of your young careers thus far, and I hate to tell you this, but there will be no fairy tale ending. You won't be finding a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. The Beast and I will simply dominate you. There's no other way this can go. You two should just realize this, accept your fate, and be prepared for the beating of your life this Wednesday! And that's just from me, let alone The Beast!
Biggs laughs again.
Biggs: Anyhow, it's now time to bring things to a close, but before we go, I'm letting Ellie do the honors of presenting the Shameless Plug of the Week!
Ellie: Thanks babe! For my Shameless Plug of the Week, I'm choosing to plug the film District 9! This is an extremely entertaining sci-fi flick, and the second best movie this year after Up!
Biggs: You just like Up because Carl's wife has the same name as you!
Ellie: Hey, you love Up as well, so don't judge!
Biggs: True that. Up was a great film. But so is District 9! Great choice for a shameless plug, honey!
Ellie: Thanks!
Biggs: Well folks, that's all the time we have for tonight. Until next time, this is Biggs...
Ellie: And Ellie!
Biggs: ...signing off. Keep watching the stars!
First Contact fades to black as the APW logo and copyright flash across the screen.
Finally, in on a gloomy autumn day in eighth grade, October 1994, Nate had had enough. His class was outside, playing flag football, and the boys on the opposing team kept taunting Nate. One boy in particular, a snot nosed punk named Thomas Becker, was especially harsh in his insults. Thomas was the most popular kid in the school, the kind of person who was used to having everything handed to him, and as such, the kind of kid who really lacked decency or character. He was of average height and weight for his age, about 5 feet tall, and about 105 pounds. Even though Nate was already over 6 feet tall and tipping the scales at nearly 230 pounds, he was Thomas's favorite target for ridicule. On this day, Thomas was calling Nate's mom all sort of dirty names. As they lined up in scrimmage, Thomas was behind center, playing Quarterback, and yelled at Nate, “Hey freak! We're going to have an easier time with you than I did with your mom last night!” A quite rage seethed in Nate, and as soon as the ball was snapped, he tossed the center out of the way before drilling Thomas to the ground, mounting him and pummeling him mercilessly into the mud! The gym teacher rushed over, blowing his whistle, trying to peel Nate off of Thomas, but there was no stopping Nate as he continued to destroy Thomas' face. Thomas was crying and pleading with Nate to let up, but Nate was having none of it. He was tired of all the taunting, tired of all the disrespect they'd dealt his mother, and he had finally done something about it. He honestly didn't hear the gym teacher as he tried to pull him off, enlisting the help off the rest of the class to break the two up. All that Nate had realized was that he was now feared. From that day forward, the kids called him by a new nickname. He was no longer Fatso, Tubbo, Lard-Butt, or Giant McGee. Now, he was The Beast!
Needless to say, Nate was suspended from school following his fisticuffs with Thomas Becker, but than again, so was Thomas, as he had instigated the fight. It was small solace for Nate's mother, who was very disappointed that her son was not allowed in school for a week.
“Nate, I appreciate the fact that you were trying to defend my honor, but what you did to your classmate was just wrong,” she said.
Nate answered, “No it wasn't. For all this time, I've just sit around and take their abuse, even though I'm so much bigger than them. They've never respected me, but now they fear me...”
Ms. Johnson was troubled by the satisfaction she heard in her son's voice. She gave him a hard squeeze. “Please just promise me you won't hurt anyone else son.”
“I'll try, mom. I'll try.”
About a month later, as Nate was laying in his bed, he heard his mom screaming from the next room. It wasn't the normal loud sounds he heard every night. Rather, this was a scream of fear. He knew this because it was very similar to the screams that came from Thomas Becker as he laid waste to him. Nate immediately sprang out of bed and burst into his mom's room, where a man he had never met before was standing there only in his boxer shorts, chocking his mother. Rage boiled up in Nate, and the man had a dumbfounded look on his face as he saw Nate rushing at him! The Beast lived up to his new nickname, pushing the man away from his mother and ramming him up against the wall with such force that he put a sizable hole in the dry wall! Nate took a step back and grabbed the man by the throat, tossing him down to the floor, and getting on his back, punching him as hard as he could again and again to the back of the skull! By the time his mom had recovered her breath and closed her robe, she saw her son with his knuckles bloodied, and his fists still hammering, and the man unconscious on the floor. She looked into the eyes of her little angel, and instead, saw the eyes of a monster.
“Nate! Nate! Please stop it! Stop it! Nate!” she screamed, but to no avail, as Nate continued to beat the man as hard as he could.
It wasn't long before the police arrived to find Ms. Johnson cowering in the corner as her son sat savagely above his victim, breathing hard and grunting. The police officers only had to take a brief look at the man to know that he had been beaten to death. The cops cautiously edged their way towards Nate.
“Son, put your hands up,” the mustached policeman ordered.
Nate ignored him, looking down at the lifeless body of the man who had hurt his mother. The second cop, a younger female cop, asked Nate to raise his hands again. Again, he ignored them, letting out almost a faint growl. By this point, Ms. Johnson was in tears, and she pleaded with her son to cooperate. The sound of her crying seemed to snap Nate out of his trance, and he finally realized what he had done. The male cop asked him to get up and put his hands behind his back once more, and this time, Nate complied. After seeing the look of fear and despair in his mom's face, Nate couldn't help but to hang his head low as the police escorted him out of the apartment and down to the cop car.
The hearing had been pretty straight forward. Even though the court acknowledged that Nate had done what he did to protect his mother, they deemed him a danger to society and to himself, and felt that rehabilitation in juvenile detention would help him to control his rage. The tipping point in the hearing had been when the judge asked him if he was sorry for killing the man. Nate's response sent chills through the spines of everyone in the court room.
“No. I'm only sorry that I made my mother cry. As far as I'm concerned, that man can burn in hell.”
Ms. Johnson sobbed uncontrollably as her son was once again handcuffed and led out of the courtroom. She embraced him for as long as they would let her, kissing him on the cheek again and again. Nate couldn't help but tear up himself. He would miss his mother in juvie, and was upset that he wouldn't be able to protect her. Still, he felt no remorse for killing the man.
Other than the fact that he missed his mom, juvenile detention was actually quite agreeable with Nate's disposition. Everyone in there with him respected him, and tried to befriend him. When the other boys all heard that he had killed a man, they made sure to do everything in their power to stay on his good side. He loved to pass the time working out and telling all the new inmate about what it was like to kill a man. He would laugh to himself about how wide their eyes would get, and that how that was the point that he knew they wouldn't mess with him one bit. He also looked forward to the weekly visits with his mother, in which she would normally bring a picnic lunch, and the two of them would talk for the hour they were alloted about all sorts of things. Each visit would always end with a deep embrace between the two of them, and Nate apologizing that he couldn't be around to protect her. About the only thing Nate didn't care for in juvie was the classes, but he had never been a particularly good student even in regular school, and did just barely enough to pass his classes. Upon leaving juvenile detention at the age of 18, Nate had just barely earned his GED, and was 7 feet, 5 inches tall, with over 400 pounds of muscle. He had no idea what he was going to do with his life, as he knew his poor grades and his conviction, he'd have a lot of trouble finding decent work that didn't involve asking if the customers wanted fries with their meals. Still, he could think about it later, as his mom pulled up in a shiny new car to pick him up.
Nate was taken aback by the new set of wheels. “Mom! How the heck could you afford this?”
A man stepped out of the car. He was of average height and build, and had slick brown hair. He wore a mustache and had bright blue eyes. He went up to shake Nate's hand. His mom told him, “Well, son, you have yourself a new stepfather. His name is Bill.”
Nate stood there quite for a bit before finally speaking. “Why didn't you tell me about him?”
“Well, it all happened so fast. And you've never really gotten to know any of my boyfriends before. After what happened with the last one, I figured it'd be best to tell you after the fact. But don't worry. Bill has been nothing but a saint, taking care of me and everything.”
“But I'm supposed to protect you, mom. I know that I haven't been able to the past four years, but I'm out now. You don't need Bill.”
At this point, Bill chimed in, “Well, son, I know that this is awkward for all of us, but if you can just give me a chance, I'm sure we'll be able to all get along!”
“SHUT UP, BILL!” Nate shouted. He was furious that his mother would go out and get married without even telling him. He seethed with anger, and his mother noticed this.
“Calm down, honey. Please try to understand. I need you, but I also need Bill.”
Bill still stood their with his hand extended out for a handshake, while Nate just stood there. After a few moments, Nate had made his decision. He felt betrayed by his mother, that she had sought protection from somebody else rather than waiting for him. He also was hurting inside over the fact that she hadn't told him about getting married. He could understand why she wouldn't tell him about her boyfriends, but something as serious as that, he felt that he had the right to know. Nate decided that since his mother didn't need him anymore, he didn't need her. He turned his back on Bill and his mother, and started walking the other way.
“Nate, where are you going!? Please just get in the car!”
“No, mother. I'm an adult now. I don't have to listen to you. If you don't want me to protect you, than I won't. This is goodbye.”
“No, Nate! Come back! Come back!”
Nate ignored his mother's cries and didn't look back as he made his way towards the city. Initially, life on the streets was tough for Nate, but he used his size to his advantage, taking up odd jobs shipping packages and whatnot until one day he delivered a rather large crate to the local gym. As he walked into the dank, dark building, he noticed a couple of guys wrestling around in the dingy wrestling ring. When the owner of the gym turned around to sign for the package, he almost did a double take when he saw Nate.
“Geez, kid! You sure are big. Tell me, have you ever given any thought to wrestling?”
***
Depeche Mode's “Space Walker” begins to play as the words FIRST CONTACT flash across the starry background. The video transitions to Biggs in his studio, complete with the blue leather couch and blue carpeting, as well full sized screen wall behind him. He is decked out in his ring gear and jacket, complete with the blue feathers on the shoulders and his signature blue shades. He is joined by Ellie, who is wearing a purple dress and white leggings, as well as a female version of Biggs' jacket, in white and purple, even down to purple feathers on her shoulders. She also dons shades, although they're sleeker than Biggs' and purple as well. The Beast is seated on the blue leather couch. Biggs begins to speak.
Biggs: Ladies and gentlemen, first and foremost happy new year! Secondly, welcome to Biggs' First Contact, only the greatest wrestling webshow the Internet has ever seen! I am, of course, your host, Biggs. And this week, I'm joined by my gorgeous girlfriend, Ellie, and my decidedly ungorgeous body guard, The Beast!
Ellie: I think he's kind of cute!
She lets out her infectious giggle. The Beast leans back a bit in the couch, placing both hands behind himself, seemingly looking smug.
Biggs: Now don't you get any ideas! But anyways, as normal we have a lot to talk about so let's get right to business.
The APW Christmas Chaos poster shows up on the screen behind Biggs.
Biggs: If you all don't mind, I'm going to deal with the unpleasantness first, namely, mine and Chris Cyrus' respective loses at Christmas Chaos, as he lost his APW Xtreme Championship to that little louse Michael Lively, and I lost my Overdrive Championship to that self righteous, hypocritical scumbag Pence Weatherlight! Now Chris and Lively fought in what many are calling the greatest Xtreme Title match in the history of APW, and while Lively was able to squeak by with the win, there's no doubt that my good friend has nothing to be ashamed of. The plain and simple fact is that Michael Lively got lucky. Chris Cyrus wasn't Xtreme Champion for almost one entire year for nothing, and Lively found out first hand why at Christmas Chaos. As for my match with Pence, unfortunately, the dog had his day, and Pence Weatherlight came out on top. While it saddens me that the Overdrive Championship is no longer around my waist, at least I can take solace that I was beaten by a former APW World Heavyweight Champion...Wait, what the heck am I saying? I can't take any solace in losing to that indignant, pompous, self-absorbed jerk! Pence, quite frankly, you are everything that is wrong with this business. You claim to do all that you do for the fans, yet your actions reveal your selfish nature. I'll be the first to admit that I'm also a selfish jerk, but at least I'm honest about who I am. You may have gotten the better of me at Christmas Chaos Pence, but if we do meet again, the results will most definitely not be the same. Still, it's probably for the best that I'm no longer tied down by the Overdrive Championship, a title which I restored glory and honor to, before which it had none. Now, I needn't worry about elevating a title, only myself. Because let's face it, the Overdrive Championship is merely a stepping stone in my quest to be the very best in this business. Now that I don't have to worry about the Overdrive Championship, I can now turn my focus on the APW Heavyweight Championship!
Ellie squeals with delight at this exclamation.
Ellie: I'd like that! I'd like that a lot!
Biggs: I know you would, sweetie. Now I have nothing but respect for the current champion, Level-One. In fact, I've been accused of being one of his biggest fans. Still, as much as I respect Level-One, I'd be lying if I didn't say that one of my goals this year was to become the APW Heavyweight Champion. I know that you can respect my drive, Level-One, and I sincerely hope that when I get the chance to fight for the title, that you will be my opponent.
At this point, the graphic behind Biggs switches to President Jeff with duct tape over his mouth.
Biggs: Also at Christmas Chaos, we saw our beloved President Jeff kidnapped by the cowards over at EWC. Not surprisingly, Max Carter was behind it. I've always known that Carter was a bad apple, and this is one of those cases where I hate being right all the time. Because despite President Jeff's propensity to show favor to the fan favorites, well, without him or Max Carter there to run things, Overdrive is going to be a freakin' circus!
Ellie: I sure hope there aren't any clowns. I hate clowns!
Biggs: And Indiana Jones hates snakes. But don't worry, babe. If any clowns do decide to show up, I'll be there to protect you.
The image than shifts to the O'Connor Brothers.
Biggs: Finally, this brings us to our match this week, as The Beast and I have been booked to face everyone's favorite Irish Alcoholics, The O'Connor Brothers! Now while I still feel that these two are an embarrassment to Irish descendent's everywhere, The Beast and I can't help but feel a bit excited about our match this week. I mean, on our team we have a two-time APW Overdrive Champion, not to mention the fastest rising star in APW this past year, and then we have the most physically dominating specimen in APW today! O'Connors, just look at my partner!
The Beast stands up from the couch.
Biggs: He's seven feet, five inches tall, weighs 475 pounds of pure muscle, and has one heck of a mean streak! The Beast hasn't had much of a chance to show his abilities in the ring, and I know that he's looking forward to tearing you two limb from limb.
The Beast does a ripping motion with his hands.
Biggs: The Beast has essentially been caged since first appearing here in APW, and in a sense, this is his real coming out party in terms of showing everyone what he's truly capable of. You two just happen to be his unlucky victims.
Biggs begins to chuckle, and Ellie lets out another giggle, although it's not the normal infectious one, bur rather, a bit sinister. Biggs cocks an eyebrow, and looks at her quizzically from behind his shades.
Biggs: Oooh, that was a bit freaky, yet oddly attractive...
Ellie: I know!
Biggs: But back to the O'Connor Brothers. The Beast isn't going to be the only one to have his fun at your expense. I'm just a wee bit bitter about losing at the pay per view, and I need an outlet for my pent up rage and frustration. I want to thank you two for being the ones who allow me to release these unhealthy feelings. Not to say that I wouldn't want to beat the living snot out of the two of you had I beaten Pence, because as I've said before, you two are a disgrace to Irish folks everywhere. Being predominately Irish myself, I must say I've been half tempted to claim to be Scottish instead when people start talking about you around me. I can't stand your hard living ways, your drunken debauchery, and most of all, your little taunts of calling me a leprechaun! I'm not that much shorter than you two, and I wear blue, not green! Anyways, what right do you two have to insult me. I am a two-time Overdrive Champion, and have established myself as one of the biggest stars in APW today. You two have barely been a blip on the radar. This will undoubtedly be the biggest match of your young careers thus far, and I hate to tell you this, but there will be no fairy tale ending. You won't be finding a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. The Beast and I will simply dominate you. There's no other way this can go. You two should just realize this, accept your fate, and be prepared for the beating of your life this Wednesday! And that's just from me, let alone The Beast!
Biggs laughs again.
Biggs: Anyhow, it's now time to bring things to a close, but before we go, I'm letting Ellie do the honors of presenting the Shameless Plug of the Week!
Ellie: Thanks babe! For my Shameless Plug of the Week, I'm choosing to plug the film District 9! This is an extremely entertaining sci-fi flick, and the second best movie this year after Up!
Biggs: You just like Up because Carl's wife has the same name as you!
Ellie: Hey, you love Up as well, so don't judge!
Biggs: True that. Up was a great film. But so is District 9! Great choice for a shameless plug, honey!
Ellie: Thanks!
Biggs: Well folks, that's all the time we have for tonight. Until next time, this is Biggs...
Ellie: And Ellie!
Biggs: ...signing off. Keep watching the stars!
First Contact fades to black as the APW logo and copyright flash across the screen.
