Post by shocking1981 on Aug 14, 2009 1:28:24 GMT -5
** Mr. Wrestling IV is sitting in the Medic's office, his arms raised over his head slightly as the medic checks for broken ribs after the massive baseball bat shot he suffered at the hands of Daniel Eli. **
Will Robbins: Does it hurt here?
** He press his fingers into Mr. W ribs. Mr. W winces with incredible pain. **
Mr. W: Nope.
Robbins: OK, tough guy. I don't think they are broken... We'll get an X-Ray to confirm. I sure it's just a deep tissue bruise.
** Doc Robbins then proceeds to bandage up Mr. W. **
Mr. W: Whe.. Where did my partner go?
** Doc Robbins looks at the empty gurney that Blake Parish was laying on as he looked at Mr. W ribs. **
Robbins: I don't know. He was resting there.
** Just then Blake walks back into the room. He has butterfly stitches of his right eye, and a Pepsi in his hand. **
Mr. W: Welcome back. Where the hell have you been?
** Doc Robbins finishes taping up Mr. W ribs and walks out of the room. **
Parish: Sorry, I was thirsty. I got a soda... Want one? I've got another.
Mr. W: No. I want a partner with his head in the game. That walking advert for contraception, Jacobs, and his boyfriend have our title belts. We have a mild concussion and bruised ribs. Our triple threat match is coming up. Now, Marmaduke and Legend may have taken a huge beating at the hands of Machine & Warwolf, but Jacobs & Eli are coming into this match fresh.
** Parish grabs an ice pack from Doc Robbin's table and slumps down in a leather couch across from Mr. W, placing the ice pack on his forehead. **
Parish: Relax, Dub... I'm all over this. I got it.
Mr. W: You've got it?
Parish: I've got it. You want us to go out there, OFFICIALLY retain our titles and then leave with our belts around our waits and our boots left up Eli & Jacobs asses.
Mr. W: Well, you haven't let me down before... If you say you got it, you've got it. How about that Pepsi?
** Parish hands the can of soda over to Mr. W and he pops that bad boy open. They toasted, and drink their Pepsi. **
Will Robbins: Does it hurt here?
** He press his fingers into Mr. W ribs. Mr. W winces with incredible pain. **
Mr. W: Nope.
Robbins: OK, tough guy. I don't think they are broken... We'll get an X-Ray to confirm. I sure it's just a deep tissue bruise.
** Doc Robbins then proceeds to bandage up Mr. W. **
Mr. W: Whe.. Where did my partner go?
** Doc Robbins looks at the empty gurney that Blake Parish was laying on as he looked at Mr. W ribs. **
Robbins: I don't know. He was resting there.
** Just then Blake walks back into the room. He has butterfly stitches of his right eye, and a Pepsi in his hand. **
Mr. W: Welcome back. Where the hell have you been?
** Doc Robbins finishes taping up Mr. W ribs and walks out of the room. **
Parish: Sorry, I was thirsty. I got a soda... Want one? I've got another.
Mr. W: No. I want a partner with his head in the game. That walking advert for contraception, Jacobs, and his boyfriend have our title belts. We have a mild concussion and bruised ribs. Our triple threat match is coming up. Now, Marmaduke and Legend may have taken a huge beating at the hands of Machine & Warwolf, but Jacobs & Eli are coming into this match fresh.
** Parish grabs an ice pack from Doc Robbin's table and slumps down in a leather couch across from Mr. W, placing the ice pack on his forehead. **
Parish: Relax, Dub... I'm all over this. I got it.
Mr. W: You've got it?
Parish: I've got it. You want us to go out there, OFFICIALLY retain our titles and then leave with our belts around our waits and our boots left up Eli & Jacobs asses.
Mr. W: Well, you haven't let me down before... If you say you got it, you've got it. How about that Pepsi?
** Parish hands the can of soda over to Mr. W and he pops that bad boy open. They toasted, and drink their Pepsi. **