Post by Slick Doctor on Aug 26, 2012 13:22:24 GMT -4
Scene opens with Slick sitting inside of an empty bar. There are plenty of empty shot glasses lying about.
Slick: Another year another tourney. Sil using his money on getting the old fed back up instead of using it for good. Like booze and women. He gave me a call, and here we are. And you, the AWR camera crew knew where to find me. And I assume you'd like to get a few thoughts. . . .
First of all, maybe the AWR could hire a pretty broad to do these interviews. Pretty sure ol' Sil has the connections on the runways of Italy that he could find one. Tired of looking at the same old camera crew for the last 10 years.
Second of all, I dont even know who some of these cats in the tourney are. Weaver, Hughes and Byers are gonna be toast this week. Guys with the names of Zane, Gunner, and Dustin are seem to be better suited for a late night skin flick, than meeting me in the ring.
As for Adkins and Howard, they should go back to whatever inbred, backwoods farms they came from. Pretty sure I could beat both of them in a handicap match. Adkins talks a big game but I know for a fact he can't back it up. . .
Me and Fasho had some battles, that's FaSho. Sure he took the NIWF title away from me, but he forgets to mention that that was the downfall of that company. After the Badd Boys were basically forced to pass the torch and move on, the NIWF spiralled downward. And where is it now? Must have been hard for FaSho, as he had to pick up a new identity, and hope it wasn't as pathetic. But alas, it was.
As for the Royal Flush, he's just another one in a long line of Silvio's hen pecked morons. Sil doesn't pick them well. He made me offer after offer of basically anything I wanted. But every single time I turned him down. Why? Cause I do what I want! I don't want anyone checking up on me, or ensuring I succeed. I succeed on my own. Drunk or sober. You say you want to settle scores with me, well the time is approaching fast.
I didn't come back for the money, the fame, or anything like that. I came back because I was bored, and nothing in this world amuses me like being a thorn in Sil's side. Being everything that Silvio doesn't stand for. Being the smudge in Silvio's dream of squeaky clean image. . . .
Scene fades after Slick ignores the camera and makes an order for another drink.
Slick: Another year another tourney. Sil using his money on getting the old fed back up instead of using it for good. Like booze and women. He gave me a call, and here we are. And you, the AWR camera crew knew where to find me. And I assume you'd like to get a few thoughts. . . .
First of all, maybe the AWR could hire a pretty broad to do these interviews. Pretty sure ol' Sil has the connections on the runways of Italy that he could find one. Tired of looking at the same old camera crew for the last 10 years.
Second of all, I dont even know who some of these cats in the tourney are. Weaver, Hughes and Byers are gonna be toast this week. Guys with the names of Zane, Gunner, and Dustin are seem to be better suited for a late night skin flick, than meeting me in the ring.
As for Adkins and Howard, they should go back to whatever inbred, backwoods farms they came from. Pretty sure I could beat both of them in a handicap match. Adkins talks a big game but I know for a fact he can't back it up. . .
Me and Fasho had some battles, that's FaSho. Sure he took the NIWF title away from me, but he forgets to mention that that was the downfall of that company. After the Badd Boys were basically forced to pass the torch and move on, the NIWF spiralled downward. And where is it now? Must have been hard for FaSho, as he had to pick up a new identity, and hope it wasn't as pathetic. But alas, it was.
As for the Royal Flush, he's just another one in a long line of Silvio's hen pecked morons. Sil doesn't pick them well. He made me offer after offer of basically anything I wanted. But every single time I turned him down. Why? Cause I do what I want! I don't want anyone checking up on me, or ensuring I succeed. I succeed on my own. Drunk or sober. You say you want to settle scores with me, well the time is approaching fast.
I didn't come back for the money, the fame, or anything like that. I came back because I was bored, and nothing in this world amuses me like being a thorn in Sil's side. Being everything that Silvio doesn't stand for. Being the smudge in Silvio's dream of squeaky clean image. . . .
Scene fades after Slick ignores the camera and makes an order for another drink.