Post by merlinmatrix on Aug 20, 2007 0:45:55 GMT -6
Mick: OW! Jaysus could you blow a little on the wound if your going to us that crap!?!
Mick is in the trainers room after Legendaria getting his wounds from the betting he received from Bubba and Nick. He knew that he should have left earlier maybe than he wouldn’t have a crushing headache but a title around his waist right now. Damn Hunter for not telling him that he was going to compete. And he damned himself a little with a grin for the time he took with that farm girl in Cork.
Medic: Stop whining! You can take blow after blow in the ring but you can’t take a little bit of peroxide on your cuts.
Mick: Okay punches and suplex’s don’t burn after they’re applied s…..
Medic: Shut up! Stop whining! Take it like a man!
Mick (under his breath): I’ll give it to you like a man…
Medic: What was that!?!
Mick: Nothing…(mumbling again) german jackass.
A sudden knock at the door surprises both of them which causes the on site medic to jerk his elbow into the back of Cormac’s head .
Mick: SON OF A BITCH! Are you ‘spose to hell me or kill me god damn it! Get in here whoever the hell you are!
Buddy Love strolls in with a huge grin and a shining belt.
Medic: No visitors!
Mick: Shut your mouth you Hitler loving, goose-stepping, shit eating porn watching, sausage sucking, David Hasseloff rim jobbing jackass!
Medic: f**k you I’m Austrian!
Mick: f**k you close enough!
Medic: You potato….
Buddy Love watches the argument back and forth as they continued as if he were watching a tennis match of words. The foot long midget Big Norm shows up and joins watching making the same back and forth head motions as Buddy while eating a sandwich. It went on with racial slurs and personal insults for another twenty minutes until…
Mick: Buddy let me get a wine cooler…
Buddy: Here yo…
Medic: No alcohol!
Mick: What do you think this is nurse boy? T.V. kiddie hour where we all stand around and lick Barney the dinosaur’s f**king pussy?
Medic: Maybe you Irish dogs would win at the world cup if you weren’t a bunch of drunken baby making machines.
Buddy: Ooo way wrong move.
Mick (colder than ice): What did you say about Irish World Cup team?
Buddy: I wouldn’t answer that if I were you.
Medic: I said that they are a bunch of drunken, no talent, Priest sucking…
Mick: THAT’S IT!
Mick sends a boot straight into the man’s gut and than performs a perfect EIS knocking the man out.
Buddy (looking down at the medic): I warned you.
Big Norm: You got knocked the f**k out!
Mick sits back on the medical bench and opens the wine cooler that Buddy gave to him.
Mick: You know I could go for a Guinness right now.
Buddy: Beggars can’t be choosers like last night I wanted this big breasted brunette and I had to settle for a Sinead O’Connor look alike.
Mick: Bald?
Buddy: As a bat.
Mick: Bats are blind.
Buddy: I have title so that makes me right and you wrong.
Mick: Thanks for rubbing it in my face.
Buddy: Oh don’t be so damned depressed. I got you a sweet little ring rat in the Love Mobile and you got another shot at the open weight title.
Mick: Thank God. So I get another shot a Cory Barnett which is no worry because he sounds like some French…
Buddy: I wouldn’t go on a tangent about Barnett there’s a catch you have to face Flap Flanagan as well.
Mick: Wait a minute isn’t that a dish at IHOP? So I get to fight a Frenchmen and some pancakes, that belt is as good as mine.
Buddy: Umm no Flap is a pretty descent wrestler my friend.
Mick: Holy jaysus they’re wrestling pancakes…that changes things completely…
Norm: How hard they hit your head sucka?
Buddy: Mick, Flap is a wrestler…a human wrestler…not pancakes…he loves Dr. Pepper, and the Wii.
Mick: What the hell is a Wii?
Norm: Are you kidding sucka?
Mick: No what in the hell is a Wii.
Buddy: It’s a video game system.
Mick: Is it French?
Buddy: No Japanese, Nintendo.
Mick: Why would they call it a Wii and not something like sushi or samurai roll.
Buddy: I don’t know, because it’s fun.
Mick: So is drinking but I wouldn’t call a beer piss.
Buddy: What?
Mick: And why would I care if likes Dr. Pepper?
Buddy: Well he seems to worship the stuff.
Mick: Why? It’s not like it’s Pepsi, or that Mountain Dew stuff. Those are the best sodas I’ve had since I’ve been in the states
Buddy: Speaking of Mountain Dew, umm some guy that wrestled tonight seemed to have left us a little gift.
Mick: A cause of whiskey I hope.
Buddy: Well yes and no.
Mick: The yes?
Buddy: It’s a case.
Mick: Of what?
Norm: Mountain Dew sucka! Now gimme a sandwich.
Mick: So let me get this straight, I have a three way tango next show, I’m stuck in Kansas with nothing really to drink except Mountain Dew and the only other comfort I have is the overweight ring rats of the Midwest.
Buddy: I don’t know the guy seems to be someone we might want to have in our group my friend.
Mick: We’ll see after his match next week, until than, where is the Love Mobile I’m hungry for some Midwest pie.
Mick is in the trainers room after Legendaria getting his wounds from the betting he received from Bubba and Nick. He knew that he should have left earlier maybe than he wouldn’t have a crushing headache but a title around his waist right now. Damn Hunter for not telling him that he was going to compete. And he damned himself a little with a grin for the time he took with that farm girl in Cork.
Medic: Stop whining! You can take blow after blow in the ring but you can’t take a little bit of peroxide on your cuts.
Mick: Okay punches and suplex’s don’t burn after they’re applied s…..
Medic: Shut up! Stop whining! Take it like a man!
Mick (under his breath): I’ll give it to you like a man…
Medic: What was that!?!
Mick: Nothing…(mumbling again) german jackass.
A sudden knock at the door surprises both of them which causes the on site medic to jerk his elbow into the back of Cormac’s head .
Mick: SON OF A BITCH! Are you ‘spose to hell me or kill me god damn it! Get in here whoever the hell you are!
Buddy Love strolls in with a huge grin and a shining belt.
Medic: No visitors!
Mick: Shut your mouth you Hitler loving, goose-stepping, shit eating porn watching, sausage sucking, David Hasseloff rim jobbing jackass!
Medic: f**k you I’m Austrian!
Mick: f**k you close enough!
Medic: You potato….
Buddy Love watches the argument back and forth as they continued as if he were watching a tennis match of words. The foot long midget Big Norm shows up and joins watching making the same back and forth head motions as Buddy while eating a sandwich. It went on with racial slurs and personal insults for another twenty minutes until…
Mick: Buddy let me get a wine cooler…
Buddy: Here yo…
Medic: No alcohol!
Mick: What do you think this is nurse boy? T.V. kiddie hour where we all stand around and lick Barney the dinosaur’s f**king pussy?
Medic: Maybe you Irish dogs would win at the world cup if you weren’t a bunch of drunken baby making machines.
Buddy: Ooo way wrong move.
Mick (colder than ice): What did you say about Irish World Cup team?
Buddy: I wouldn’t answer that if I were you.
Medic: I said that they are a bunch of drunken, no talent, Priest sucking…
Mick: THAT’S IT!
Mick sends a boot straight into the man’s gut and than performs a perfect EIS knocking the man out.
Buddy (looking down at the medic): I warned you.
Big Norm: You got knocked the f**k out!
Mick sits back on the medical bench and opens the wine cooler that Buddy gave to him.
Mick: You know I could go for a Guinness right now.
Buddy: Beggars can’t be choosers like last night I wanted this big breasted brunette and I had to settle for a Sinead O’Connor look alike.
Mick: Bald?
Buddy: As a bat.
Mick: Bats are blind.
Buddy: I have title so that makes me right and you wrong.
Mick: Thanks for rubbing it in my face.
Buddy: Oh don’t be so damned depressed. I got you a sweet little ring rat in the Love Mobile and you got another shot at the open weight title.
Mick: Thank God. So I get another shot a Cory Barnett which is no worry because he sounds like some French…
Buddy: I wouldn’t go on a tangent about Barnett there’s a catch you have to face Flap Flanagan as well.
Mick: Wait a minute isn’t that a dish at IHOP? So I get to fight a Frenchmen and some pancakes, that belt is as good as mine.
Buddy: Umm no Flap is a pretty descent wrestler my friend.
Mick: Holy jaysus they’re wrestling pancakes…that changes things completely…
Norm: How hard they hit your head sucka?
Buddy: Mick, Flap is a wrestler…a human wrestler…not pancakes…he loves Dr. Pepper, and the Wii.
Mick: What the hell is a Wii?
Norm: Are you kidding sucka?
Mick: No what in the hell is a Wii.
Buddy: It’s a video game system.
Mick: Is it French?
Buddy: No Japanese, Nintendo.
Mick: Why would they call it a Wii and not something like sushi or samurai roll.
Buddy: I don’t know, because it’s fun.
Mick: So is drinking but I wouldn’t call a beer piss.
Buddy: What?
Mick: And why would I care if likes Dr. Pepper?
Buddy: Well he seems to worship the stuff.
Mick: Why? It’s not like it’s Pepsi, or that Mountain Dew stuff. Those are the best sodas I’ve had since I’ve been in the states
Buddy: Speaking of Mountain Dew, umm some guy that wrestled tonight seemed to have left us a little gift.
Mick: A cause of whiskey I hope.
Buddy: Well yes and no.
Mick: The yes?
Buddy: It’s a case.
Mick: Of what?
Norm: Mountain Dew sucka! Now gimme a sandwich.
Mick: So let me get this straight, I have a three way tango next show, I’m stuck in Kansas with nothing really to drink except Mountain Dew and the only other comfort I have is the overweight ring rats of the Midwest.
Buddy: I don’t know the guy seems to be someone we might want to have in our group my friend.
Mick: We’ll see after his match next week, until than, where is the Love Mobile I’m hungry for some Midwest pie.