Post by Slim Pickens (H) on Jun 27, 2012 18:46:47 GMT -5
It’s a beautiful morning in Independence, Missouri, the sun is starting to peak over the tops of the trees and the birds are singing their cheerful little songs of entertainment. Yes, it’s another great day in Independence, but wait! Wait just one darn minute, what is the world is going on in the back yard of the man who should have won the IC title? Why! It’s Slim Pickens, and he’s swimming in his swimming pool without a stitch of clothes on! You folks all turn your heads but then again I already know that there’s going to be one or two of you women who’s going to sneak a peek at the body of the man that all women wants to be with. Yes, he’s the dream of every women and every mans nightmare.
”Welcome neighbors! Come right in and have a seat and for those who want to, come join me in this cool, sparkling water. I got up early so I could come out here and swim some laps, you know, in preparation for this number one contenders match for the Intercontinental title belt. Yes, your right, the belt that peckerwood or slap nuts or whatever you want to call him illegally took from me. Well, that’s not going to happen again and I’m darn sure of that! I took it easy on the boy, and that’s boy with a little b the first time and the punk showed all of us his true colors, but now I know the rules. Now I understand how the little peckerwood wants to play and things are going to be a lot different! This time he’s not going to be able to sit back and coast to a win like he did the last time. This time he’s going to get the beating of his life, one that Ajax won’t be able to wash off, this time he’s going to go home crying to his mama like the little punk brat that he really is! Yes, this time is going to be darn different.”
The man with the plan swims over to the side of the pool and climbs out and stands there looking for a towel in all of his glory. A couple of the women turn their heads at the sight of such a manly man but most just out and out stare at his beautiful, well proportioned body that looks like it should be on the cover of Mr. Muscle.
Slim wraps a towel around himself and walks over to the out-side bar where his newly hired bartender, Gus, has poured him two fingers of Jack in his favorite crystal glass.
”This one is for you boss and after swimming what was it, one hundred laps, you deserve it.”
The man picks up the glass and swiftly devours the contents. He gracefully places the glass back down on the bar and motions for Gus to re-fill it.
”That was very refreshing Gus and I’m sure the next one will be even better!
Slim drinks down his second drink and even the third one before heading for the work-out room where he starts with some simple stretches and then goes straight to the weight bench. The solid steel bar looks like it has two hundred pounds on the bar and he presses it twenty times before setting it back in cradle. He gets up and walks around and then adds more weight to the bar. Another twenty and he adds more weight and does this very same thing a number of times before he walks away and starts another exercise. Gus, who has been spotting for him all along looks down at the bar and totals up the weight, dang, four hundred and forty pounds. Slim works on the speed bag for a long time improving his hand speed and making sure his timing is just right. He then moves over to the body bag where he punches, jabs and kicks the bag like the cold, ruff leather of the bag had some ones face on it. After close to three hours of intense training he decides to take a break and him and Gus head out to the bar by the pool. All of the guests have long since gone so it just leaves Slim and Gus to drink and talk.
”I’m telling you Gus, this so called bad boy Derick Moris is in for a big surprise. First off I’m in the prime of my physical training. My body and mind works together like a well oiled machine, an iron hard machine with the mind of a computer. I know what that peckerwood thinks before he even thinks it. I’ll be one step ahead of that punk all night and each time he takes a breath I’m going to hit him so darn hard that it’s going to make his head swim. He’s not going to know which way to turn for each time he does I’m going to hit him again even harder. If he tries to climb out of the ring, and this is where you come in Gus, you’ll be there to throw his sorry butt back into the ring where I’ll be waiting for him with yet another surprise. Yes Gus, this peckerwood is in for the night of his life.”
Slim leans back in the bar stool as Gus slides him another crystal glass with two fingers of Jack in it.
It’s been a long hard morning for both Slim and Gus and as both men relax at the bar Kelli come out of the kitchen door with two of her friends and all three are wearing very skimpy bikinis. They walk over to the pool and never say a word to either man and jump into the crystal, clear water. As they frolic in the cool water splashing and playing both men watch with wonderment in their eyes.
”I’ve got a great life Gus! I’ve got a beautiful home, a beautiful wife and a swimming pool full of half naked women! How in his right mind could ask for anything more? Not even that peckerwood Moris could complain about this, even though I’m sure he has nothing like this to compare to. He probably lives in an apartment overlooking the land fill in whatever second rate town he lives in and his women probably make tacos down at the local Taco Bell. He probably gets his clothes from the good will and well, let’s not say too much more about his lower in-come life, andlet’s just say that he gets what he deserves.”
Gus nods his head in total agreement as he keeps a close eye on the girls in the pool.
Slim walks across the patio and enters his den through the French doors and reaches over his desk and turns on his computer. While it warms up he walks over to his bar and fills a crystal glass with two fingers of Jack. Returning to his desk with drink in hand, he sits down in his black leather chair and turns on the video camera.
”I’m waiting for you Derick Moris! I’m waiting to see what kind of childish games you’re going to play this time! It doesn’t really matter to me because I’m ready for whatever it might be. Yes peckerwood, you and I both know that you’re not very good at what you do so disguise your worthless talent you have to play these little kid games. Well bring them on slap nuts, come and play your games or whatever you think you want to do, because I’m ready for you and I’m waiting for you with open arms. Yes, I’m waiting for you with open arms, these massive open arms that I’m going to use to crush you with like a roach or a rat or whatever vermin you call yourself. So bring it on Moris and bring that belt with you because you’re going to lose it and I’m going to be the NEW I C CHAMPION.”
Slim leans back in his black leather office chair and puts his feet up on his solid oak desk. He leans back and ponders his upcoming PPV match knowing that slap nuts doesn’t stand a snow ball’s chance in hell.
”Welcome neighbors! Come right in and have a seat and for those who want to, come join me in this cool, sparkling water. I got up early so I could come out here and swim some laps, you know, in preparation for this number one contenders match for the Intercontinental title belt. Yes, your right, the belt that peckerwood or slap nuts or whatever you want to call him illegally took from me. Well, that’s not going to happen again and I’m darn sure of that! I took it easy on the boy, and that’s boy with a little b the first time and the punk showed all of us his true colors, but now I know the rules. Now I understand how the little peckerwood wants to play and things are going to be a lot different! This time he’s not going to be able to sit back and coast to a win like he did the last time. This time he’s going to get the beating of his life, one that Ajax won’t be able to wash off, this time he’s going to go home crying to his mama like the little punk brat that he really is! Yes, this time is going to be darn different.”
The man with the plan swims over to the side of the pool and climbs out and stands there looking for a towel in all of his glory. A couple of the women turn their heads at the sight of such a manly man but most just out and out stare at his beautiful, well proportioned body that looks like it should be on the cover of Mr. Muscle.
Slim wraps a towel around himself and walks over to the out-side bar where his newly hired bartender, Gus, has poured him two fingers of Jack in his favorite crystal glass.
”This one is for you boss and after swimming what was it, one hundred laps, you deserve it.”
The man picks up the glass and swiftly devours the contents. He gracefully places the glass back down on the bar and motions for Gus to re-fill it.
”That was very refreshing Gus and I’m sure the next one will be even better!
Slim drinks down his second drink and even the third one before heading for the work-out room where he starts with some simple stretches and then goes straight to the weight bench. The solid steel bar looks like it has two hundred pounds on the bar and he presses it twenty times before setting it back in cradle. He gets up and walks around and then adds more weight to the bar. Another twenty and he adds more weight and does this very same thing a number of times before he walks away and starts another exercise. Gus, who has been spotting for him all along looks down at the bar and totals up the weight, dang, four hundred and forty pounds. Slim works on the speed bag for a long time improving his hand speed and making sure his timing is just right. He then moves over to the body bag where he punches, jabs and kicks the bag like the cold, ruff leather of the bag had some ones face on it. After close to three hours of intense training he decides to take a break and him and Gus head out to the bar by the pool. All of the guests have long since gone so it just leaves Slim and Gus to drink and talk.
”I’m telling you Gus, this so called bad boy Derick Moris is in for a big surprise. First off I’m in the prime of my physical training. My body and mind works together like a well oiled machine, an iron hard machine with the mind of a computer. I know what that peckerwood thinks before he even thinks it. I’ll be one step ahead of that punk all night and each time he takes a breath I’m going to hit him so darn hard that it’s going to make his head swim. He’s not going to know which way to turn for each time he does I’m going to hit him again even harder. If he tries to climb out of the ring, and this is where you come in Gus, you’ll be there to throw his sorry butt back into the ring where I’ll be waiting for him with yet another surprise. Yes Gus, this peckerwood is in for the night of his life.”
Slim leans back in the bar stool as Gus slides him another crystal glass with two fingers of Jack in it.
It’s been a long hard morning for both Slim and Gus and as both men relax at the bar Kelli come out of the kitchen door with two of her friends and all three are wearing very skimpy bikinis. They walk over to the pool and never say a word to either man and jump into the crystal, clear water. As they frolic in the cool water splashing and playing both men watch with wonderment in their eyes.
”I’ve got a great life Gus! I’ve got a beautiful home, a beautiful wife and a swimming pool full of half naked women! How in his right mind could ask for anything more? Not even that peckerwood Moris could complain about this, even though I’m sure he has nothing like this to compare to. He probably lives in an apartment overlooking the land fill in whatever second rate town he lives in and his women probably make tacos down at the local Taco Bell. He probably gets his clothes from the good will and well, let’s not say too much more about his lower in-come life, andlet’s just say that he gets what he deserves.”
Gus nods his head in total agreement as he keeps a close eye on the girls in the pool.
Slim walks across the patio and enters his den through the French doors and reaches over his desk and turns on his computer. While it warms up he walks over to his bar and fills a crystal glass with two fingers of Jack. Returning to his desk with drink in hand, he sits down in his black leather chair and turns on the video camera.
”I’m waiting for you Derick Moris! I’m waiting to see what kind of childish games you’re going to play this time! It doesn’t really matter to me because I’m ready for whatever it might be. Yes peckerwood, you and I both know that you’re not very good at what you do so disguise your worthless talent you have to play these little kid games. Well bring them on slap nuts, come and play your games or whatever you think you want to do, because I’m ready for you and I’m waiting for you with open arms. Yes, I’m waiting for you with open arms, these massive open arms that I’m going to use to crush you with like a roach or a rat or whatever vermin you call yourself. So bring it on Moris and bring that belt with you because you’re going to lose it and I’m going to be the NEW I C CHAMPION.”
Slim leans back in his black leather office chair and puts his feet up on his solid oak desk. He leans back and ponders his upcoming PPV match knowing that slap nuts doesn’t stand a snow ball’s chance in hell.
