| Outlaw | Date: Friday, 2011/07/15, 9:57 PM | Message # 1 |
 Jobber
Group: Champion
Messages: 23
Status: Offline
| A man in an ugly blue and red patterned shirt and khakis contorts Buck’s foot and ankle, while Buck lays on a table. In the background people are riding stationary bikes, running on elliptical or treadmills, and some are attached to some machine that forces flexion or extension in a certain joint. Buck is wearing a black tshirt with a large portrait of Garth Brooks screened on the front and cut off jean shorts. With every push and pull by the physical therapist, Buck grimaces in pain, but he doesn’t let out any sound.
Doctor: Very good Buck. You’re doing well today.
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Doctor: Come on Buck, don’t let me push your foot back.
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Doctor: Fight it Buck.
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Doctor: Good, you’re done for the day. Have a good weekend, and tell your wife good luck for the next show.
Buck sits up on the table and nods to the doctor before sliding off the table. Buck stands on his right leg while he gathers his crutches leaning on a near wall. Buck hobbles on his crutches around a corner and out of sight. The scene then cuts to a back table in a smoke filled bar. Buck and Karen sit across from each other. Numerous glasses and bottles sit in front of Buck and Karen indicating they have already been there a while. Karen is dressed in a black halter top, a denim skirt that is about two inches too short, and black stiletto heels, while Buck is dressed in red and black plaid shirt, blue jeans, and brown cowboy boots.
Buck: You know, I’ve been watchin’ some tapes of her, she’s pretty damn good.
Karen: You just think she’s hot.
Buck: Hell, she is hot, but that’s not why I said that. She’s good. I saw some stuff involving her and Nick and damn, she can take a goddamn beating.
Karen: Yeah, I hope she can take a lot of pain, that’s what I plan on doing to her. I plan on making her hurt, making her scream, making her wish she had just stayed out of wrestling after that other place closed.
Buck: Don’t get too excited bout yer win at the last show. Them other two ain’t near the caliber of Cass Avery. I’ll tell you somethin else bout Avery, she’s a dirty little slut. Leavin her damn undergarments at a guys place. She needs to go to church.
Karen: Buck, don’t get all “holy-er than thou.” You know just as well as I do that we did something before we got married that we shouldn’t have done. Now, I wouldn’t have left anything private at you place, but I’m not a dirty slut either. Do you think maybe he paid for it?
Buck: That’s exactly what he did, he paid her to take off her underbritches. She did and he him and her did the fucking and then it turned into that movie you like so much.
Karen: Pretty Woman?
Buck: Yeah, her hooker self hooked up with a pro wrestler and that’s how she got in the business, she’s a goddamn ring rat!
Karen: She’s a whore who will lose this week. She’s a whore who won’t take your title, and she’s a whore who should have never been in this business.
Buck and Karen get up from their table and walk out of the bar as the scene fades to black.
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