HONK! HONK! HONK!
Biggs is stuck in Seattle traffic on his way down to the studio to record the latest episode of "First Contact." He's in an agitated mood as he sits in his dark blue Toyota Prius, clad in blue jeans and a Seattle Mariners jacket. Accompanying him in the car is his girlfriend, Ellie. She is a smaller woman, standing about 5' 3", of a slender build, and she has beautiful blue eyes and brown shoulder length hair which curls up at the ends. Ellie is dressed in warm clothes, as she is not used to the cold winters of the Pacific Northwest.
Biggs had just met her a little under two months ago as APW was touring California, in a bar in Stanford. It wasn't normally his custom to go out with the boys, nor was it is custom to go out and try to pick up women, but him and Ellie hit it off immediately. It wasn't hard for Biggs to like her, with her infectious personality, and their similar sense of humor. Still, before he knew it, the two of them were officially dating, and he had decided to take her on the road with him as his manager in APW. He hadn't yet decided whether he wanted to introduce her in the IWF, as he still didn't have a pulse on the locker room yet, whether it would be safe for her. Still, she was the one good thing that came out of Biggs getting excommunicated from his church. The one very good thing. At the moment, though, Biggs was none too happy, and she could tell.
Ellie: Gary, what's the problem?
Biggs: It's just the traffic. We're going to be late to the studio, throwing off our schedule for the day.
Ellie: No, it's more than that. Are you still thinking about what that psychiatrist tried to tell you a few weeks ago?
Biggs: It's not that. He was just a quack, plain and simple. There's no way I have a split personality.
Ellie: Then why are you so worried about how you act when you're wrestling? I mean, you're simply pretending to be somebody you're not. When you have me come out to the ring with you, that's certainly not my real personality that people are seeing out there. I'm just pretending!
Ellie lets out a soft giggle.
Biggs: Well, for you it's different. You don't have to make the choices that I have to make in the ring, you don't have to be the one to do those kind of things to other people. When I'm in that ring, I feel almost like a spectator to what I'm doing. Not to say that I'm not in control of my actions, but somehow like I make different choices than I would in normal circumstances. I've gotten disturbingly more violent recently, and I'll be honest, it scares me.
Ellie: Well you do fight for a living. Still, I really don't know how to help you other than to be here for you...
Biggs: And that's all I can ask. I do wish, though, that I'd be able to make some sense of this all, and come to some sort of terms with it. The way it stands, I'm liable to drive myself crazy at some point.
Ellie: Good thing I like them kinda crazy!
Ellie lets out her giggle once more, and Biggs can't help but smile.
Biggs: But in all seriousness, I'm just worried one day I'll take it too far. I know that I'm at the top of my game when I'm the bad guy, but I'm afraid that I will become an actual bad guy. I don't ever want to get to that point.
Ellie: And you won't.
There is a silence between the two of them, and after a bit, Biggs puts his focus back on the road, yelling at the car in front of him. When they finally arrive to the studio about a half-an-hour later, Biggs gets out of the car, runs around it, and opens Ellie's door, offering his hand to help her out. Once the doors are shut and the car is locked, they rush into the studio.
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Depeche Mode's "Spacewalker" begins to play as the words First Contact flash across the starry background before Biggs steps into the frame. He's clad in his wrestling gear, although he is unfortunately without the APW Overdrive Championship, as he failed to retain it at APW's last pay per view. Still, he has an air of arrogance about him as he begins to speak.
Biggs: Well, well, well! Look who proved everybody wrong! Nobody gave me a chance last week against Mr. Enigma, the supposed face of the Impact Wrestling Federation, especially considering that I was fresh off of a loss against CMS. Well, I told everybody that CMS's win was a fluke, and I proved it by beating Mr. Enigma in that ring last week! I know that some people have whined and complained that it's only because Montana interfered that I was able to pick up the victory, but the simple fact is that Montana never got physically involved in the match! Mr. Enigma made the mistake of turning his attention away from me, and I did what any rational, smart person would do,and that was take advantage of it! I know that it wasn't a decision that sat well with the fans or the boys in the back, but I simply don't care. When it comes down to it, Montana didn't screw Mr. Enigma, I surely didn't screw Mr. Enigma, no, Mr. Enigma screwed himself by taking his eyes off the prize, and I made him pay for it, plain as that.
And seeing as how I defeated Mr. Enigma, I now find myself in a Triple Threat match against Adam Freeman and Dominick Aviles to determine who gets to the finals of this little IWF Heavyweight Championship Tournament. I'll be honest when I say that I don't care much for Triple Threat matches, as they seem to rely on blind luck almost as much as skill, and as such, I cannot honestly say that I'll be able to control this match to my liking. I will undoubtedly have a target on my back, as I am the one competitor in this match that nobody wants to see advance, and yet I will, simply because no matter how much the odds are stacked against me, I always find a way to win, no matter what the costs. Neither Adam Freeman, nor Dominick Aviles have shown me that they are willing to cross whatever line it takes to achieve victory, instead wanting to keep the love and support of the fans who quite frankly don't matter. When it comes down to it, the fans can cheer for you and support you all they want, it doesn't affect what actually happens in that ring. Because of the simple fact that I am willing to do what you two aren't, I have all the edge I need in order to pull off the victory.
Biggs pauses to adjust his shades.
Biggs: Still, if I may take a moment to address each of my opponents individually. I'll start with Aviles, because quite frankly, I know less about you. I must say that I have been impressed with what I've seen of you so far since IWF opened back up. You have quite a bit a talent, and you're riding a wave of momentum heading into our match. You're a good wrestler, I'll give you that, but besides the aforementioned hesitance to do whatever it takes, you have other weaknesses. Namely, those are you kooky, out of whack mindset brought on by severe head trauma, which you try to dull away with your other weakness, booze.
Aviles, in all honesty, you seem to be some sort of wrestling savant, because how else can you explain how somebody so mentally out of sorts can have such success in the ring? You may be fun for the fans to watch, but there's no way that a man like you, with such limited mental capacity can actually hope to be champion. A blueberry is not the image that one thinks of when they try to envision a champion. But then again, neither is an alcoholic. The fact that you drink to such excess, despite the fact that your mind is already so far gone, well, that's just not using what little of a brain you have left. I sincerely hope that you are able to cope with these problems before you reach an untimely demise, but it's up to you to want to stop drinking. Luckily for me, you probably won't kick the habit before New Year's Eve, making you that much more susceptible to defeat when we meet in that ring.
Still, I'd be remiss if I didn't mention the absolute absurdity of your little rant about me. For starters, you question my sexuality, taking a cheap pot shot at the way I dress and the way I act as "gay." In fact, you seem to confuse the definition of flamboyant with the definition of gay. So let me take this chance to educate you.
At this point, Ellie steps onto the screen, dressed in similar gear as Biggs, with a smaller white jacket with blue feathers on the shoulders. She has a copy of the Merriam-Webster Dictionary in her hands, and opens it up for Biggs, who reads directly from it.
Biggs: Flamboyant is defined as "marked by or given to strikingly elaborate or colorful displays and behavior." While it can be said that many members of the homosexual community are flamboyant, flamboyance itself does not make one gay. You seem to forget that we are in the entertainment industry, Aviles, and while everyone is content to go around and just let their skill do the talking, having the same bored, staid gimmicks, or lack thereof, I actually decide to have a personality, to do something to stand out. They say that people fear what they don't know and try to rationalize it in terms that they can understand, so I can see why you'd be mistaken. Also, just to let you know, that's my girlfriend.
Biggs points at Ellie with both thumbs to the side as she holds the Dictionary in one hand while waving with the other. Ellie then walks off screen, taking the dictionary with her.
Biggs: But to your point, Dominick, asking about what I've done to earn my spot in the main event, well, while my IWF career is just beginning, this is hardly my first barbecue. I have been wrestling professionally for well over six years, so I feel that I've paid my dues. I've won championships everywhere I've been, and IWF will be no exception. That's how I got my place in the main event.
Now onto Adam Freeman. Another week, another opponent with whom I've met before. I don't forget the fact that you beat me at CJMB WrestleMania V to win the Million Dollar Championship, but that was a different time, Adam Freeman. I quite simply overlooked you, a mistake that I won't be making again. Still, I must say that I'm surprised to see you in such a prominent role here in IWF, as I remember you being quite low on the pecking order in the CJMB. That's why all your talk about IWF being bigger than APW, about you being able to defeat APW Superstars who's names you dropped like a rapper, why your word means absolutely nothing. I'm not going to stand here and debate with you which fed if superior. I have my opinion, you have yours. Still, name dropping the likes of Level-One and Pence Weatherlight does nothing to help your cause, because until you've actually proven that you are able to beat them, well, then you're just blowing hot air. I know that you're trying to provoke me, attack my pride, build up a sense that I need to defend APW's honor, but it just not working. You're random shoutout to my other employer was obviously desperate and cheap, and in my mind, APW can defend itself. Still, if you want to prove it so bad, you can feel more than free to participate in APW's Survive and Conquer match at APW New Year's Retribution. I know I'll be there.
But enough about my other league. In the big scheme of things, it's not important to my task at hand in IWF. I didn't come to IWF to prove APW's superiority, I came to prove my superiority. When I face off against the two of you this Thursday, my goal is simply to prove that I am better than the both of you, that I am the man who deserves to fight for the IWF Heavyweight Championship. Adam, I know that you feel entitled to the belt seeing as how you won it at the last IWF show before the closure, but if you want to prove yourself to be a real champion, you're going to have to get through me to do it. And Dominick, I know that you think that your hard living ways won't detract from your in ring performance, but they will catch up with you real quick when you face me. Simply put, I am the best option to be the inaugural IWF Heavyweight Champion since the closure, and I'll be darned if I let either one of you ruin my chances at attaining the glory I so richly deserve. So come Thursday, Dominick Aviles and Adam Freeman, prepare yourselves, because you're going to find out first hand exactly why I am out of this WORLD!
"Spacewalker" begins to play again as the screen fades to black, and the IWF logo and copyright appear at the bottom of the screen.