Post by slimjim on May 27, 2006 0:33:01 GMT -5
We start off in the streets of nowhere. It is night time, with many fires lit in trash cans. We see people using old newspapers in order to keep warm. Looks to be a hobo hotel. For those that don’t know, a hobo hotel is just a place under any bridge where hobos, bums, and slackers come to sleep. There is one person though that looks familiar. We have seen him somewhere. Once we get a good look at his face, we realize it is none other then Slim Jim, the man Logan found going through the trash at the WCF Arena. We know that Slim Jim has his first match in WCF and in wrestling this Sunday night at Timebomb against a fellow newcomer in Joey Lights. Slim Jim already has the potential to be one of the most unorthodox wrestlers in WCF history, being a hobo and all. We see that Jim has his hobo stick already for his journey to the WCF Arena. A few of the other bums and hobos are talking to each behind Jim’s back.
Hobo #1: You hear that Jim got a job where all he has to do is beat people up for sandwiches and whiskey. What a sweet job.
Bum #1: I know, how did he get so lucky?
Hobo #2: He was at a wrestling arena looking for food when the owner asked him to wrestle.
Bum #1: Lucky bastard. To think I shared my beans with him the other day.
Hobo #1: You told me you were out of beans.
Bum #2: You told me the same thing Bob.
Bob the Bum: Hey look, it is a old McDonald’s burger!
The bums and hobos look as “Bob” runs away to avoid a confrontation. Slim Jim walks over to the fire to warm up before his journey to the WCF Arena. Some of the other bums and hobos walk over to him.
Hobo #3: So Jim, you leaving tonight for the place?
Slim Jim: Yes I am. When I become a big shot wrestler for this guy, I’ll see if I can’t get you guys jobs.
Bum #2: You would do that for us Jim?
Slim Jim: Yeah, you guys are family to me. We have traveled from California to New York to Florida. Looking for jobs and food where ever we could. You just don’t forget the hobo code of ethics. The code is something we must live and abide by at all times. Never forget your fellow hobos and bums. Share warm food and good drinks. Don’t stab each other over a piece of steak. Never let guns in the area. And most of all, share the porn. Come on guys, we need to get laid sometime.
Hobo #1: Look who is talking. You will be getting the ladies soon.
Slim Jim: What makes you think so. I smell worse then a dead Kennedy. And I look the part too. But anyways, I hate to cut this short, but I got to leave for my job.
Slim Jim shakes the hands of the fellow bums and hobos before he leaves. They wave to him as Jim has his shopping cart in front of him and his whiskey bottle in his coat.
Hobo #1: You hear that Jim got a job where all he has to do is beat people up for sandwiches and whiskey. What a sweet job.
Bum #1: I know, how did he get so lucky?
Hobo #2: He was at a wrestling arena looking for food when the owner asked him to wrestle.
Bum #1: Lucky bastard. To think I shared my beans with him the other day.
Hobo #1: You told me you were out of beans.
Bum #2: You told me the same thing Bob.
Bob the Bum: Hey look, it is a old McDonald’s burger!
The bums and hobos look as “Bob” runs away to avoid a confrontation. Slim Jim walks over to the fire to warm up before his journey to the WCF Arena. Some of the other bums and hobos walk over to him.
Hobo #3: So Jim, you leaving tonight for the place?
Slim Jim: Yes I am. When I become a big shot wrestler for this guy, I’ll see if I can’t get you guys jobs.
Bum #2: You would do that for us Jim?
Slim Jim: Yeah, you guys are family to me. We have traveled from California to New York to Florida. Looking for jobs and food where ever we could. You just don’t forget the hobo code of ethics. The code is something we must live and abide by at all times. Never forget your fellow hobos and bums. Share warm food and good drinks. Don’t stab each other over a piece of steak. Never let guns in the area. And most of all, share the porn. Come on guys, we need to get laid sometime.
Hobo #1: Look who is talking. You will be getting the ladies soon.
Slim Jim: What makes you think so. I smell worse then a dead Kennedy. And I look the part too. But anyways, I hate to cut this short, but I got to leave for my job.
Slim Jim shakes the hands of the fellow bums and hobos before he leaves. They wave to him as Jim has his shopping cart in front of him and his whiskey bottle in his coat.
