Post by Doc Henry on Dec 7, 2009 9:29:56 GMT -5
Camera opens on Doc Henry sitting at a poker table, a large pile of chips in front of him. Only one other player is left on the table with a smaller pile.
"$200" The man looks at Doc.
Doc looks at his pair of cards, an A & K of hearts. Taking a drink of his whisky, he looks back, face showing the alcohol taking effect. "Call." Doc tosses his chips in, the pot now at $1200.
The dealer pulls the flop a card at a time, King of spades, Jack of hearts, Ten of hearts.
"$500"
"Raise $1000"
"Call."
The dealer nods, pulling the turn, a Jack of clubs. Doc's opponant studies his cards, holding his hand to his face. "Call me crazy, $5000" Dropping his chips, he seems awfully confident.
"Well if you insist." Doc starts smugly, "Mr. Crazy, I'll raise 15000." Sliding the large stack of chips in, he sets his cards face down, and lights another cigarette.
"Call."
The dealer pulls the river, a Queen of Hearts.
Doc stares at the man, fingering one of his chips, "$5000," tossing the chips in, he nods, "Are you a daisy, or not, Ed?"
Smiling, he just takes his whole pile, "All In."
Doc picks his cards up again, looking concerned, "Oh what the hell, I call. Show your cards."
Ed smiles, tossing his two cards out, Pocket Jacks. "Four of a kind."
"That's a peach of a hand, gonna be hard to beat." Tossing his pair onto the table, he grins. Winning the game on a Royal Flush. "I guess Poker's just not your game."
"No one's that lucky, I've never seen the table run like that." Poking Doc in the chest, he gets aggrivated. "Next time your in Vegas, don't bother, you'll find it hard to gamble at all."
Doc smiles, "Your threats are not as scary as you'd like." Standing, Doc rams his knee in Ed's groin, then his him with a powerbomb through the table. "You know, your right, it wasn't luck. I'm that damn good. Just like you went down here, at Slam Slickie T, and Hector are going to lose. Fortunately, I like them both, unfortunately, The Tortue Ofal Tasters are trying to get an advantage. Pitting their opponants off against each other in hopes some, or all get hurt or wore down."
Doc looks at the camera, "Now Slickie, Hector, I'm not suggesting you two lay down on this one. It would just be prudent to not be as concerned this week, all of us should save ourselves for One. Slickie, you go take Torture's precious title, Hector, put greenfever down like the parasite he is. Reb and I'll keep the Tag Titles from them, by winning them ourselves. Then, we can all sit back and watch them fall apart, drinks on me.
Camera fades to static, overlayed with the New Confederacy logo...
"$200" The man looks at Doc.
Doc looks at his pair of cards, an A & K of hearts. Taking a drink of his whisky, he looks back, face showing the alcohol taking effect. "Call." Doc tosses his chips in, the pot now at $1200.
The dealer pulls the flop a card at a time, King of spades, Jack of hearts, Ten of hearts.
"$500"
"Raise $1000"
"Call."
The dealer nods, pulling the turn, a Jack of clubs. Doc's opponant studies his cards, holding his hand to his face. "Call me crazy, $5000" Dropping his chips, he seems awfully confident.
"Well if you insist." Doc starts smugly, "Mr. Crazy, I'll raise 15000." Sliding the large stack of chips in, he sets his cards face down, and lights another cigarette.
"Call."
The dealer pulls the river, a Queen of Hearts.
Doc stares at the man, fingering one of his chips, "$5000," tossing the chips in, he nods, "Are you a daisy, or not, Ed?"
Smiling, he just takes his whole pile, "All In."
Doc picks his cards up again, looking concerned, "Oh what the hell, I call. Show your cards."
Ed smiles, tossing his two cards out, Pocket Jacks. "Four of a kind."
"That's a peach of a hand, gonna be hard to beat." Tossing his pair onto the table, he grins. Winning the game on a Royal Flush. "I guess Poker's just not your game."
"No one's that lucky, I've never seen the table run like that." Poking Doc in the chest, he gets aggrivated. "Next time your in Vegas, don't bother, you'll find it hard to gamble at all."
Doc smiles, "Your threats are not as scary as you'd like." Standing, Doc rams his knee in Ed's groin, then his him with a powerbomb through the table. "You know, your right, it wasn't luck. I'm that damn good. Just like you went down here, at Slam Slickie T, and Hector are going to lose. Fortunately, I like them both, unfortunately, The Tortue Ofal Tasters are trying to get an advantage. Pitting their opponants off against each other in hopes some, or all get hurt or wore down."
Doc looks at the camera, "Now Slickie, Hector, I'm not suggesting you two lay down on this one. It would just be prudent to not be as concerned this week, all of us should save ourselves for One. Slickie, you go take Torture's precious title, Hector, put greenfever down like the parasite he is. Reb and I'll keep the Tag Titles from them, by winning them ourselves. Then, we can all sit back and watch them fall apart, drinks on me.
Camera fades to static, overlayed with the New Confederacy logo...
