Post by Slick Doctor on Sept 26, 2011 17:09:26 GMT -4
Scene opens in Munich, Germany, home of the world famous Oktoberfest. Slick is there dressed in traditional Oktoberfest garb, all the way down to the leiderhosen and clogs. He is sitting in a beer tent, next to a man, Fritz, who he had struck up a conversation with.
Slick: Now this is a party man! Beer from wall to wall. Or tent to tent. Or whatever. You got your Sauerkraut, your Wurst, your schnitzel, your pretzels, your beer, your big busty babes in their Dirndel. How do you beat that? The only question I have for you is shouldn't it be called Septemberfest? Cause it is September right?
Fritz: JA! It's a long story Mr. Doctor. I am happy you decided to visit the Wiezn. I cannot believe you have never visited the fest before. All the beers are brewed here in Bavaria! We have the finest foods and best women in all of the World! Viel Spaß Slick, Viel Spaß.
Slick:Well a Veal Parmigiana to you too. I figured since I had a match with Billy Flammenkrieg I'd do some research on where he comes from. So instead of reading up on him, or watching videos, I did the most logical thing. I came here to get wasted! See Will, I have respect for you. While you may be German, nd I may be as American as apple pie it isn't 1942 anymore. Everyone knows Slick promotes world harmony. And you were the only one to accept my challenge. I figured no one would after the way I dismantled Playboy Pete. So Slick is ready for a good old fashioned wrestling match, no dirty tactics involved. And maybe after we can go out and get a few steins of Löwenbräu. So on. . .
Out of the corner of his eye, Slick sees two big brawny men harassing a beer maid. Slick makes his way over to them just as one of the men reach for her ample bosoms, Slick intervenes. He catches the man's hand out of mid air. Slick then wags his finger at the man. He brings the lady to stand behind him.
Slick. No no no man. How dare you bother this lady who delivers the nectar of the gods. You two should be ashamed of yourself.
Harasser1: Well if it isn't the world famous Slick Doctor. You telling me you have never had to persuade a young lady to go back home to your cabin? You of all people should know where I am coming from. Right?
Slick: Slick doesn't need to persuade them. He excites them with his winning personality, and his winning in the ring. Slick would never ever take something from an unwilling lady. This is a party man. Keep it cool.
Harasser1: I get it man, I get it. Let my friend here bring you a beer!
As the friend moves over to bring Slick a beer, Harasser1 tries to hit Slick over the head with a beer stein. Slick dodges the maneuver leaving the man stunned. He gives the friend a mule kick to the crotch and when he bends over in pain, Slick takes the beer out of his hand. Harasser1 charges Slick and Slick ducks and then trips the harasser. Security comes and takes the two thugs way. Slick laughs, drinks the friends beer, which didn't spill a drop. The bar maid approaches Slick, and smacks a big kiss on his lips. Slick smiles and gives her a big hug.
Slick: Man, I got more than I bargained for. People need to learn some manners. Anyway back to what I was saying. I am looking forward to the challenge Flamey will give me this week. Should be a test. And the winner should be the man to beat in this Fed. But after the match, we will shake hands and have a brewski.
And as for me being called out by some Red Randal dude, he can call me out when I figure out who he is. But I guess he is a kid, trying to make a name for himself, so what better way to do that then beating me in a Bar Room Brawl, my specialty. Then we will see who the sick doctor is. I could beat him totally trashed off of the Jack. But on to more important matters. The Fest. I think I saw that Bavaria Statue winking at me. She is hotttttt.
Slick then eyes the Münchner Kindl, the mascot of the fest, leading a parade. He follows behind, marching and yelling, picking up a stein for each hand. Scene fades.
Slick: Now this is a party man! Beer from wall to wall. Or tent to tent. Or whatever. You got your Sauerkraut, your Wurst, your schnitzel, your pretzels, your beer, your big busty babes in their Dirndel. How do you beat that? The only question I have for you is shouldn't it be called Septemberfest? Cause it is September right?
Fritz: JA! It's a long story Mr. Doctor. I am happy you decided to visit the Wiezn. I cannot believe you have never visited the fest before. All the beers are brewed here in Bavaria! We have the finest foods and best women in all of the World! Viel Spaß Slick, Viel Spaß.
Slick:Well a Veal Parmigiana to you too. I figured since I had a match with Billy Flammenkrieg I'd do some research on where he comes from. So instead of reading up on him, or watching videos, I did the most logical thing. I came here to get wasted! See Will, I have respect for you. While you may be German, nd I may be as American as apple pie it isn't 1942 anymore. Everyone knows Slick promotes world harmony. And you were the only one to accept my challenge. I figured no one would after the way I dismantled Playboy Pete. So Slick is ready for a good old fashioned wrestling match, no dirty tactics involved. And maybe after we can go out and get a few steins of Löwenbräu. So on. . .
Out of the corner of his eye, Slick sees two big brawny men harassing a beer maid. Slick makes his way over to them just as one of the men reach for her ample bosoms, Slick intervenes. He catches the man's hand out of mid air. Slick then wags his finger at the man. He brings the lady to stand behind him.
Slick. No no no man. How dare you bother this lady who delivers the nectar of the gods. You two should be ashamed of yourself.
Harasser1: Well if it isn't the world famous Slick Doctor. You telling me you have never had to persuade a young lady to go back home to your cabin? You of all people should know where I am coming from. Right?
Slick: Slick doesn't need to persuade them. He excites them with his winning personality, and his winning in the ring. Slick would never ever take something from an unwilling lady. This is a party man. Keep it cool.
Harasser1: I get it man, I get it. Let my friend here bring you a beer!
As the friend moves over to bring Slick a beer, Harasser1 tries to hit Slick over the head with a beer stein. Slick dodges the maneuver leaving the man stunned. He gives the friend a mule kick to the crotch and when he bends over in pain, Slick takes the beer out of his hand. Harasser1 charges Slick and Slick ducks and then trips the harasser. Security comes and takes the two thugs way. Slick laughs, drinks the friends beer, which didn't spill a drop. The bar maid approaches Slick, and smacks a big kiss on his lips. Slick smiles and gives her a big hug.
Slick: Man, I got more than I bargained for. People need to learn some manners. Anyway back to what I was saying. I am looking forward to the challenge Flamey will give me this week. Should be a test. And the winner should be the man to beat in this Fed. But after the match, we will shake hands and have a brewski.
And as for me being called out by some Red Randal dude, he can call me out when I figure out who he is. But I guess he is a kid, trying to make a name for himself, so what better way to do that then beating me in a Bar Room Brawl, my specialty. Then we will see who the sick doctor is. I could beat him totally trashed off of the Jack. But on to more important matters. The Fest. I think I saw that Bavaria Statue winking at me. She is hotttttt.
Slick then eyes the Münchner Kindl, the mascot of the fest, leading a parade. He follows behind, marching and yelling, picking up a stein for each hand. Scene fades.