Post by Slick Doctor on Oct 3, 2012 22:12:23 GMT -4
Scene opens at the Tic Toc Lounge, Slick's hometown bar. Slick is sitting at his table, off away in the corner. There are a few empty shot glasses on the table.
Slick: Well, well, well. Looks like this week I will get another piece of Atkins. And his little Carr too. Tracy doesn't tire of beatings, maybe because he's been getting them since he was a wee lad. Tracy, if I saw your dad today, I'd beat the living piss out of him. He is the one who made you this way. He made you this little weasel who sticks his head in where it isn't supposed to be. I came for Hell, not you.
Slick reaches in his pocket and pulls out an old beat up toy car. He drives it around a little until he takes a hatchet out from under the table and chops it in half.
Slick: As for Carr, we will see if he even makes it out of jail. I hear he has been known to "drop the soap" if you know what I'm saying. Carr runs his mouth about who he beat up, and runs his mouth to anyone who'll listen. Problem is, no one cares. Carr is just as boring on the mike as he is in the ring, as he is in real life. I got a feeling Carr may become a convertible when the ole' Hatchet Warrior comes for him. Speaking of Mr Hatchetman . . .
Slick goes over to the jukebox, and selects something from ICP. The music starts pumping, and Slick starts nodding his head.
Slick: Not my personal cup of tea, but these dudes know how to get a party started. When I put out the challenge, I was ready for anyone to accept, knowing I could carry anyone to victory as I am one half of the most successful tag team in the history of the planet. I know how to get the job done. When I saw that RCH3 stepped up to the plate, it was better than an open bar. Hatchie takes care of his business. All business in the ring, and a bad ass outside the ring. He is someone who can handle himself in a ring or in bar. Hell, he could probably beat these two suckers by himself. So imagine how easily we can "flip their wigs" together.
It's gonna be strange to be in a tag match without BMan . . .
But it should be super fun. I'll bring the beer and therapist for Tracy. And the medication for Carr. These two were made for each other. They are both tighter than . . . tighter than . . . I'll let you guys finish the joke. This is PG rated entertainment. It's gonna be rated XXX for XXXTREMELY entertaining when me and Hatchie take those two clowns to town.
The song ends, and Slick selects a new song for the jukebox, "Sabotage" by The Beastie Boys.
Slick: Now this is more like it. . .
Slick puts a pair of shades on, and starts playing the air guitar as the scene fades.
Slick: Well, well, well. Looks like this week I will get another piece of Atkins. And his little Carr too. Tracy doesn't tire of beatings, maybe because he's been getting them since he was a wee lad. Tracy, if I saw your dad today, I'd beat the living piss out of him. He is the one who made you this way. He made you this little weasel who sticks his head in where it isn't supposed to be. I came for Hell, not you.
Slick reaches in his pocket and pulls out an old beat up toy car. He drives it around a little until he takes a hatchet out from under the table and chops it in half.
Slick: As for Carr, we will see if he even makes it out of jail. I hear he has been known to "drop the soap" if you know what I'm saying. Carr runs his mouth about who he beat up, and runs his mouth to anyone who'll listen. Problem is, no one cares. Carr is just as boring on the mike as he is in the ring, as he is in real life. I got a feeling Carr may become a convertible when the ole' Hatchet Warrior comes for him. Speaking of Mr Hatchetman . . .
Slick goes over to the jukebox, and selects something from ICP. The music starts pumping, and Slick starts nodding his head.
Slick: Not my personal cup of tea, but these dudes know how to get a party started. When I put out the challenge, I was ready for anyone to accept, knowing I could carry anyone to victory as I am one half of the most successful tag team in the history of the planet. I know how to get the job done. When I saw that RCH3 stepped up to the plate, it was better than an open bar. Hatchie takes care of his business. All business in the ring, and a bad ass outside the ring. He is someone who can handle himself in a ring or in bar. Hell, he could probably beat these two suckers by himself. So imagine how easily we can "flip their wigs" together.
It's gonna be strange to be in a tag match without BMan . . .
But it should be super fun. I'll bring the beer and therapist for Tracy. And the medication for Carr. These two were made for each other. They are both tighter than . . . tighter than . . . I'll let you guys finish the joke. This is PG rated entertainment. It's gonna be rated XXX for XXXTREMELY entertaining when me and Hatchie take those two clowns to town.
The song ends, and Slick selects a new song for the jukebox, "Sabotage" by The Beastie Boys.
Slick: Now this is more like it. . .
Slick puts a pair of shades on, and starts playing the air guitar as the scene fades.