Post by Slick Doctor on Oct 24, 2011 23:47:27 GMT -4
Scene opens is a hospital room, with Slick laying in the bed. He is dressed in full hospital gown. He looks very pale, and not healthy at all. He is watching an AWR promo reel, featuring the various members of SIN. He sips from his bedside cup, as a nurse, who is very easy on the eyes, walks in.
Nurse: Excuse me sir . . .
The nurse walks over to Slick's bedside. As she approaches, Slick gently puts his hand to her mouth with a quiet Shhhhhhh.
Slick: Please honey. Don't tell me. I don't think my poor ticker could take it. After the hell I was put through by the members of SIN, I just don't know. I didn't even hit the arena doors, and poof, a massacre the likes of which I haven't been put through in so long. I know Red and Old Rusty were smarting after I crushed them both simultaneously. I mean obviously I could crush each one alone, but the pure embarrassment of two men being beat by a guy who barely weighs 200 pounds must have really got to them. So they did what they had to do to keep me out of their hair. So bravo SIN, you put me here. Who knows if I even can make it to the challenge they set for me? Who knows if poor Billy K will make it, he seemed pretty crispy last I saw of him. And snakeman might just be too drunk to make it, but I respect that.
The nurse stares at Slick. Slick looks pretty dazed and out of it.
Nurse: Um sir, but . . .
Slick cuts her off once again.
Slick: I bet you wanna know what I think about these promos being cut by SIN. Well, you got Rusty kidnapping some dude, and tying him up to a chair while he verbally abuses him. But its none of my business how he gets off. Spitting on the guy, having him tied up while Rusty and the boys have their way with him. But that's none of my business.
Then you got Tracy Atkins, who I thought was some kind of country-western singer, talking about some old three way of pain. Whatever that means. To answer your question Trac, I have no idea how beating a wife and a poor defenseless kid is. Slicky D don't get down like that. If you need me to go show your daddy what a real man does to woman beaters, just let me know. After I beat you, I'll hop on the first plane and pummel your dad for you. Slick likes beating on grown men, especially grown men who don't know how to act right. And this Tuesday there are 3 men who don't know how to act right, who have to step in the ring with me.
And last but not least is Red. You got Red here spreading rumors about me and Snake's mom, who he claims is 101 years old. Let me tell you, that cougar isn't a day over 50. And by the way, old Slick doesn't mess with chicks over 50. Well, except for that time in Toronto. Or that time in Beijing. Or last night. But none of that really matters. And I do have soulful eyes, at least that's what the guys at your SIN nightclub told me. They also said you aren't known as the Red Rocket for no reason. I didn't care to ask. If I can beat you and Rusty alone, imagine what I can do with a guy built like a German Panzer behind me? Or a drunken bad-ass brawler with me. Seems to me you guys have no chance. That is, if I am cleared to wrestle. . . .
Nurse: Um, sir, you are not a patient here. You stumbled in drunk, went right for an empty bed and fell asleep. That is, after you asked me to the prom. We just let you sleep there cause you looked so peaceful. So I guess you are free to go. . . .
Slick: Oh yeah, that rings a bell. Well, see ya tootsie. Well, my phone number should be in my paperwork. Give me a ring a ding sometime.
Nurse: But, you aren't a patient here. . .
Slick takes off his hospital gown, to reveal full wrestling gear. He walks out of that room shirtless, blows the nurse a kiss and makes a phone motion with his hand, and mouths the words "call me". Scene Ends,
Nurse: Excuse me sir . . .
The nurse walks over to Slick's bedside. As she approaches, Slick gently puts his hand to her mouth with a quiet Shhhhhhh.
Slick: Please honey. Don't tell me. I don't think my poor ticker could take it. After the hell I was put through by the members of SIN, I just don't know. I didn't even hit the arena doors, and poof, a massacre the likes of which I haven't been put through in so long. I know Red and Old Rusty were smarting after I crushed them both simultaneously. I mean obviously I could crush each one alone, but the pure embarrassment of two men being beat by a guy who barely weighs 200 pounds must have really got to them. So they did what they had to do to keep me out of their hair. So bravo SIN, you put me here. Who knows if I even can make it to the challenge they set for me? Who knows if poor Billy K will make it, he seemed pretty crispy last I saw of him. And snakeman might just be too drunk to make it, but I respect that.
The nurse stares at Slick. Slick looks pretty dazed and out of it.
Nurse: Um sir, but . . .
Slick cuts her off once again.
Slick: I bet you wanna know what I think about these promos being cut by SIN. Well, you got Rusty kidnapping some dude, and tying him up to a chair while he verbally abuses him. But its none of my business how he gets off. Spitting on the guy, having him tied up while Rusty and the boys have their way with him. But that's none of my business.
Then you got Tracy Atkins, who I thought was some kind of country-western singer, talking about some old three way of pain. Whatever that means. To answer your question Trac, I have no idea how beating a wife and a poor defenseless kid is. Slicky D don't get down like that. If you need me to go show your daddy what a real man does to woman beaters, just let me know. After I beat you, I'll hop on the first plane and pummel your dad for you. Slick likes beating on grown men, especially grown men who don't know how to act right. And this Tuesday there are 3 men who don't know how to act right, who have to step in the ring with me.
And last but not least is Red. You got Red here spreading rumors about me and Snake's mom, who he claims is 101 years old. Let me tell you, that cougar isn't a day over 50. And by the way, old Slick doesn't mess with chicks over 50. Well, except for that time in Toronto. Or that time in Beijing. Or last night. But none of that really matters. And I do have soulful eyes, at least that's what the guys at your SIN nightclub told me. They also said you aren't known as the Red Rocket for no reason. I didn't care to ask. If I can beat you and Rusty alone, imagine what I can do with a guy built like a German Panzer behind me? Or a drunken bad-ass brawler with me. Seems to me you guys have no chance. That is, if I am cleared to wrestle. . . .
Nurse: Um, sir, you are not a patient here. You stumbled in drunk, went right for an empty bed and fell asleep. That is, after you asked me to the prom. We just let you sleep there cause you looked so peaceful. So I guess you are free to go. . . .
Slick: Oh yeah, that rings a bell. Well, see ya tootsie. Well, my phone number should be in my paperwork. Give me a ring a ding sometime.
Nurse: But, you aren't a patient here. . .
Slick takes off his hospital gown, to reveal full wrestling gear. He walks out of that room shirtless, blows the nurse a kiss and makes a phone motion with his hand, and mouths the words "call me". Scene Ends,