Post by Slick Doctor on Oct 3, 2011 18:33:04 GMT -4
Scene opens in a brightly lit bar. Camera pans to the clock, which reads twelve, and by the looks of the outside it is clearly noon. Only two people are in this bar, the Bartender and Slick. Slick has a few scattered empty shot glasses, and he is working on a beer. He sees the AWR camera crew come in the door. A lady reporter approaches Slick. . . .
Slick: Here lady, I'll handle this one. Go take a load off and have a drink. On me.
Slick winks at the reporter, and wrestles the mic out of the reporters hand. The reporter shrugs and makes her way to bar to order a drink.
Slick: So Slick, the AWR is buzzing about you celebrating your draw with Kaast. And then came to his rescue. Any comments?
Slick: Well Slick, that is a great question. Flamey fought one hell of a match. I fought one hell of a match. So what better way to celebrate than with a cold one. And one for Steely boy too. And then as I went back to the lockers, I saw some Royal douchebag trying to sneak attack Flamey after he was battered by yours truly. He's lucky he never tried that junk on me. He'd get the Royal flush.
Slick: Strong words Slick. Now on to the comments made by Red Randal. He seemed to have a lot of R rated things to say about you. And he claims to be able to out drink you. Thoughts . . .
Well Slick, the guy passed out! Now I may have took a little nappy from time to time while I drank, but I have it on good authority that he replaced the booze with Root Beer Soda! He passes out cause of the fizzle. The guy swears like a 4th grader just learning those naughty words. He's so hardcore! So hardcore, I couldn't understand a word he and his SIN boys said. What does SIN stand for anyway. We get it SIN. Your tough. You swear. You'll kick everyones ass. You are the baddest mofos around. I could out drink, out think, and for sure out wink any or all you.
Slick winks at the reporter, who blushes, but still maintains composure. Slick makes his way behind the bar, despite the scowl of the Bartender.
Slick: Red Rocket doesn't know what he signed up for here. I have been in more bar fights than he has wrestling matches. He better hope his boys make it to the bar in time before I make him punch drunk. It will be a decidedly pro-Slick crowd. The only question is how to finish you off? Will I put you on your ass really fast, like a couple shots of grain alcohol. Or a slow and steady pounding like a night of beers. Either way, you'll wake up in a pool of your own vomit, and you'll be wondering where you are. And after I beat you, bring your boys on to the bar, and I'll knock them silly too.
Slick takes two bottles from the bar and goes to juggle them but the bottle just falls to the ground crashing, sending glass flying everywhere. He winks at the reporter, and the scene fades
Slick: Here lady, I'll handle this one. Go take a load off and have a drink. On me.
Slick winks at the reporter, and wrestles the mic out of the reporters hand. The reporter shrugs and makes her way to bar to order a drink.
Slick: So Slick, the AWR is buzzing about you celebrating your draw with Kaast. And then came to his rescue. Any comments?
Slick: Well Slick, that is a great question. Flamey fought one hell of a match. I fought one hell of a match. So what better way to celebrate than with a cold one. And one for Steely boy too. And then as I went back to the lockers, I saw some Royal douchebag trying to sneak attack Flamey after he was battered by yours truly. He's lucky he never tried that junk on me. He'd get the Royal flush.
Slick: Strong words Slick. Now on to the comments made by Red Randal. He seemed to have a lot of R rated things to say about you. And he claims to be able to out drink you. Thoughts . . .
Well Slick, the guy passed out! Now I may have took a little nappy from time to time while I drank, but I have it on good authority that he replaced the booze with Root Beer Soda! He passes out cause of the fizzle. The guy swears like a 4th grader just learning those naughty words. He's so hardcore! So hardcore, I couldn't understand a word he and his SIN boys said. What does SIN stand for anyway. We get it SIN. Your tough. You swear. You'll kick everyones ass. You are the baddest mofos around. I could out drink, out think, and for sure out wink any or all you.
Slick winks at the reporter, who blushes, but still maintains composure. Slick makes his way behind the bar, despite the scowl of the Bartender.
Slick: Red Rocket doesn't know what he signed up for here. I have been in more bar fights than he has wrestling matches. He better hope his boys make it to the bar in time before I make him punch drunk. It will be a decidedly pro-Slick crowd. The only question is how to finish you off? Will I put you on your ass really fast, like a couple shots of grain alcohol. Or a slow and steady pounding like a night of beers. Either way, you'll wake up in a pool of your own vomit, and you'll be wondering where you are. And after I beat you, bring your boys on to the bar, and I'll knock them silly too.
Slick takes two bottles from the bar and goes to juggle them but the bottle just falls to the ground crashing, sending glass flying everywhere. He winks at the reporter, and the scene fades