Post by Jack of Blades on Apr 10, 2006 14:20:20 GMT -5
(It is a few minutes after Slam. Jack is sitting in the arena's medical facility on an examination table. He looks flustered and frustrated and is arguing with the resident WCF doctor. He is still covered in Ellis blood and holding his head due to pain. The other side of him is an extraordinarily attractive nurse straight out of the porn book of cliches.)
Jack of Blades:Doc...Doc, I need a blood test. I could have caught something. Did you see her spewing forth? Huh? I could get what, um, HIV, Aids, Syphilis, Juvenile Pregnancy, High Cholesterol. Oh shit. Oh shit! Can anorexia be transferred through blood? I'm getting a headache just thinking about food. Oh God. Listen...
(Jack starts hawking in his throat as if he is about to vomit.)
WCF Doctor:Mr. Blades, please try to calm down. Nurse, could you inject the uh...patient with some valium, perhaps?
WCF Nurse: He's already been given four doses.
WCF Doctor: So this is him sedated? Ah, just go get another dosage.
(The Nurse turns to leave allowing Jack plenty of time to pinch her buttocks. He looks pleased at himself and stares as she walks out. The doctor joins in. In the meantime, Hank Brown enters from behind. Jack turns around to face him.)
Jack of Blades: What the Hell? Why is a proctologist here for? Get the ass doctor away.
Hank Brown: Uh, Jack. It's me Hank Brown. I'm here to talk to you about your victory earlier this night.
Jack of Blades: Ah, Hank. I just heard of your reputation and assumed that...
(At this point, the nurse re-enters with a tray. She learns over Jack, forcing her bosom in his face, to give the injection to the doctor.)
Jack of Blades: The temperature on my thermometer is rising.
(Jack then just goes headfirst into her breasts while laughing. The nurse disgusted runs out while Jack enjoys his joke. Hank tries to seize the opportunity to ask Jack a question only to be pushed out of the way by Ace entering from the same way as Hank. Hank bounces against a wall and quickly leaves in pain. Jack continues to laugh while the doctor prepares to inject him.)
(To the Doctor) Ace: Don't. He's putting it on.
Jack turns around to face Ace on hearing his voice. Ace hands Jack a piece of official-looking paper.
Ace: The Slam card. Me and You versus The Human Pincushion and JJ Drunkard. Now, listen to me. I know your getting your jollies off chasing Ellis but if you in anyway risk my victory for your sick campaign, I will make sure you get commited to some asylum. However, that's not saying I don't need your help...
(The doctor goes to interrupt the conversation only to be hammered by Jack's elbow. Jack does so without even looking at the victim. It seems as casual as a yawn.)
Ace: I want you to do the same thing to the match as you're going to do with Ellis. What was it? Become everything evil. You see, I want you to concuct something vile, something putrid, something so shockingly evil it could have only come from your sick deluded cranium. Unleash anthrax on the arena. Rape Ellis, you were going to anyway. Even piss on Zach Davis' head as long as it gets us the win. But leave JJ Biggs to me. And why will you do this? Why? Because I AM THE HIGHEST CARD AND YOU WILL NOT OUTDRAW ME!
(Ace leaves. Jack remains alone pretty unimpressed by Ace's tirade. A few seconds later, a new nurse enters. She must be clincally obese and is the polar opposite of the previous nurse. She is also carrying a tray with an injection upon. She looks around not seeing the doctor until looking on the floor. Jack rises to meet her and takes the injection off her.)
Jack of Blades: I'll take that, thank you. Will make a lovely present for my tag team partner.
(The nurse, horrified, nods and turns around to leave. She stops and bends down as if trying to tempt Jack to pinch her buttocks. Instead, he kicks her in the area she is emphasising.)
Jack of Blades: My generosity does not extend to overweight matrons, Madam. Now, where does he put those lollypops?
(He bursts into his trademark bout of laughter and exits off-camera screaming his head off in enjoyment.)
Jack of Blades:Doc...Doc, I need a blood test. I could have caught something. Did you see her spewing forth? Huh? I could get what, um, HIV, Aids, Syphilis, Juvenile Pregnancy, High Cholesterol. Oh shit. Oh shit! Can anorexia be transferred through blood? I'm getting a headache just thinking about food. Oh God. Listen...
(Jack starts hawking in his throat as if he is about to vomit.)
WCF Doctor:Mr. Blades, please try to calm down. Nurse, could you inject the uh...patient with some valium, perhaps?
WCF Nurse: He's already been given four doses.
WCF Doctor: So this is him sedated? Ah, just go get another dosage.
(The Nurse turns to leave allowing Jack plenty of time to pinch her buttocks. He looks pleased at himself and stares as she walks out. The doctor joins in. In the meantime, Hank Brown enters from behind. Jack turns around to face him.)
Jack of Blades: What the Hell? Why is a proctologist here for? Get the ass doctor away.
Hank Brown: Uh, Jack. It's me Hank Brown. I'm here to talk to you about your victory earlier this night.
Jack of Blades: Ah, Hank. I just heard of your reputation and assumed that...
(At this point, the nurse re-enters with a tray. She learns over Jack, forcing her bosom in his face, to give the injection to the doctor.)
Jack of Blades: The temperature on my thermometer is rising.
(Jack then just goes headfirst into her breasts while laughing. The nurse disgusted runs out while Jack enjoys his joke. Hank tries to seize the opportunity to ask Jack a question only to be pushed out of the way by Ace entering from the same way as Hank. Hank bounces against a wall and quickly leaves in pain. Jack continues to laugh while the doctor prepares to inject him.)
(To the Doctor) Ace: Don't. He's putting it on.
Jack turns around to face Ace on hearing his voice. Ace hands Jack a piece of official-looking paper.
Ace: The Slam card. Me and You versus The Human Pincushion and JJ Drunkard. Now, listen to me. I know your getting your jollies off chasing Ellis but if you in anyway risk my victory for your sick campaign, I will make sure you get commited to some asylum. However, that's not saying I don't need your help...
(The doctor goes to interrupt the conversation only to be hammered by Jack's elbow. Jack does so without even looking at the victim. It seems as casual as a yawn.)
Ace: I want you to do the same thing to the match as you're going to do with Ellis. What was it? Become everything evil. You see, I want you to concuct something vile, something putrid, something so shockingly evil it could have only come from your sick deluded cranium. Unleash anthrax on the arena. Rape Ellis, you were going to anyway. Even piss on Zach Davis' head as long as it gets us the win. But leave JJ Biggs to me. And why will you do this? Why? Because I AM THE HIGHEST CARD AND YOU WILL NOT OUTDRAW ME!
(Ace leaves. Jack remains alone pretty unimpressed by Ace's tirade. A few seconds later, a new nurse enters. She must be clincally obese and is the polar opposite of the previous nurse. She is also carrying a tray with an injection upon. She looks around not seeing the doctor until looking on the floor. Jack rises to meet her and takes the injection off her.)
Jack of Blades: I'll take that, thank you. Will make a lovely present for my tag team partner.
(The nurse, horrified, nods and turns around to leave. She stops and bends down as if trying to tempt Jack to pinch her buttocks. Instead, he kicks her in the area she is emphasising.)
Jack of Blades: My generosity does not extend to overweight matrons, Madam. Now, where does he put those lollypops?
(He bursts into his trademark bout of laughter and exits off-camera screaming his head off in enjoyment.)
