Post by Slim Pickens (H) on Jun 17, 2012 18:10:52 GMT -5
It’s the start to another terrific day in Independence, Missouri. The sun has graced us with its presence and there’s a very light breeze blowing. The flowers that have been placed around Mr. Pickens home are in full bloom and the rainbow of colors just add a little more pizzazz to the already beautiful home. The landscaping crew that takes care of cutting the grass and all the trimming has just arrived and they’re out front unloading their equipment from the trailer that they pull behind a ragged out pickup truck.
In the back yard just a few feet from the swimming pool we can see Kelli laying face down on a lounger and next to her in his own lounger we find none other than the “BEST THERE EVER IS” Slim Pickens. Yes, the man is truly a professional in the sport of wrestling and he has a very large following of fans that all say the same thing.
A knock is heard on the wooden security fence gate and not meaning to be rude but how should we describe it, being lazy, Slim calls out and tells the mystery guest to come in. The gate opens and a well groomed man in what looks to be his early thirties walks in to the back yard and turns and closes the gate making sure it latches. He walks over towards Slim and stands a few feet away dresses in a new pair of blue jeans, a button up the front shirt and a pair of air Jordon shoes.
”Good morning young man, and how may I be of service to you?
The man moves around a little trying to get comfortable before speaking.
”I’m Gus, the one you spoke to on the phone a couple of days ago and I’m here to see you about a bartending job.”
A smile comes across Slims face as the thought of having someone else get his crystal glass with two fingers of Jack in it excites him. Slim offers the young man a seat and the two talk for quite a long time on the duties the man will undertake, the salary, and many others things that are related to the position. The man, Gus, tells of his bartending experience and also explains that at one time he was a body guard for a famous actor. He goes on to say that the job was guarding Mr. Rodgers and that not a lot goes on in that man’s life. They both have a good chuckle over that before Slim puts Gus to work and has him get him a glass of Jack. Gus walks over to the bar and selects a crystal glass with the initials “SP” on the side and selecting a bottle of Jack that has already been opened, pours two fingers of the liquor into the glass. He carries the glass over to Mr. Pickens and carefully places it in Slims hand.
”Thank you Gus and the only other question I have for you is, when can you start?”
Gus sits down in a lounge chair next to Slim and the two men talk for what seems to be for hours and hours. Slim tells Gus exactly what his duties will be and then they talk about his duties for Slim when Slim is in the ring. Now keep in mind that Gus is well over six feet tall and weights somewhere around two hundred pounds. By looking at him you might think that there’s not an ounce of fat on the man and most of that is due to his daily workout plan. Gus also tells Slim that he has done a little boxing in his day so fist-ta-cuffs at any time will not be a problem. When the two men finish talking, Gus leaves through the security gate and Slim goes through the French doors into his den.
Slim turns on his computer and as it begins to warm-up he walks over to the bar and pours two fingers of Jack in a crystal glass. He returns to his desk where he sits down in his black leather chair and reaches over and turns on the video camera.
”Well now Mr. Moris, one would suppose that you are feeling pretty darn proud of yourself after winning the IC Championship belt and I must say that when the bell rang your hand was held up but you and that slap nuts Corina both know that the ref was paid off or maybe he’s related to someone in management but neither one of you guys won those matches. The whole darn world knows that neither one of you guys are good enough to beat me in a straight up match. Both of you guys should be in the women’s division because neither one of you are men! Men win there matches and can hold their heads up high but you two clowns are nothing but peckerwoods.
Now without further a due let me move on to my next scheduled match with this peckerwood named Orton. Does management think this is some kind of consolation match? That the win will be the number one contender for the IC Belt, what the hell does that mean? The whole world saw my match with Moris and the whole darn world knows that I should have won, and now Management wants me to be a number one contender, well I say bull crap! I’ll face Randy Orton in this next upcoming match and I’ll stomp a mud hole in his arse if that’s what management wants but I want that peckerwood Derick Moris in the middle of the squared circle in a no DQ cage match for the Intercontinental Championship Belt! So what does all of this tell you Orten? It should be telling you that you’re in deep trouble. It should be telling you that “PAIN” will be on the menu for our match and that you’ll probably have to be carried out of the ring by the medics. Yes, one could say that I’m not real happy about being counted out twice but this is for sure, it won’t happen again.
”DIAMONDS ARE FOREVER AND SO IS SLIM PICKENS!”
In the back yard just a few feet from the swimming pool we can see Kelli laying face down on a lounger and next to her in his own lounger we find none other than the “BEST THERE EVER IS” Slim Pickens. Yes, the man is truly a professional in the sport of wrestling and he has a very large following of fans that all say the same thing.
A knock is heard on the wooden security fence gate and not meaning to be rude but how should we describe it, being lazy, Slim calls out and tells the mystery guest to come in. The gate opens and a well groomed man in what looks to be his early thirties walks in to the back yard and turns and closes the gate making sure it latches. He walks over towards Slim and stands a few feet away dresses in a new pair of blue jeans, a button up the front shirt and a pair of air Jordon shoes.
”Good morning young man, and how may I be of service to you?
The man moves around a little trying to get comfortable before speaking.
”I’m Gus, the one you spoke to on the phone a couple of days ago and I’m here to see you about a bartending job.”
A smile comes across Slims face as the thought of having someone else get his crystal glass with two fingers of Jack in it excites him. Slim offers the young man a seat and the two talk for quite a long time on the duties the man will undertake, the salary, and many others things that are related to the position. The man, Gus, tells of his bartending experience and also explains that at one time he was a body guard for a famous actor. He goes on to say that the job was guarding Mr. Rodgers and that not a lot goes on in that man’s life. They both have a good chuckle over that before Slim puts Gus to work and has him get him a glass of Jack. Gus walks over to the bar and selects a crystal glass with the initials “SP” on the side and selecting a bottle of Jack that has already been opened, pours two fingers of the liquor into the glass. He carries the glass over to Mr. Pickens and carefully places it in Slims hand.
”Thank you Gus and the only other question I have for you is, when can you start?”
Gus sits down in a lounge chair next to Slim and the two men talk for what seems to be for hours and hours. Slim tells Gus exactly what his duties will be and then they talk about his duties for Slim when Slim is in the ring. Now keep in mind that Gus is well over six feet tall and weights somewhere around two hundred pounds. By looking at him you might think that there’s not an ounce of fat on the man and most of that is due to his daily workout plan. Gus also tells Slim that he has done a little boxing in his day so fist-ta-cuffs at any time will not be a problem. When the two men finish talking, Gus leaves through the security gate and Slim goes through the French doors into his den.
Slim turns on his computer and as it begins to warm-up he walks over to the bar and pours two fingers of Jack in a crystal glass. He returns to his desk where he sits down in his black leather chair and reaches over and turns on the video camera.
”Well now Mr. Moris, one would suppose that you are feeling pretty darn proud of yourself after winning the IC Championship belt and I must say that when the bell rang your hand was held up but you and that slap nuts Corina both know that the ref was paid off or maybe he’s related to someone in management but neither one of you guys won those matches. The whole darn world knows that neither one of you guys are good enough to beat me in a straight up match. Both of you guys should be in the women’s division because neither one of you are men! Men win there matches and can hold their heads up high but you two clowns are nothing but peckerwoods.
Now without further a due let me move on to my next scheduled match with this peckerwood named Orton. Does management think this is some kind of consolation match? That the win will be the number one contender for the IC Belt, what the hell does that mean? The whole world saw my match with Moris and the whole darn world knows that I should have won, and now Management wants me to be a number one contender, well I say bull crap! I’ll face Randy Orton in this next upcoming match and I’ll stomp a mud hole in his arse if that’s what management wants but I want that peckerwood Derick Moris in the middle of the squared circle in a no DQ cage match for the Intercontinental Championship Belt! So what does all of this tell you Orten? It should be telling you that you’re in deep trouble. It should be telling you that “PAIN” will be on the menu for our match and that you’ll probably have to be carried out of the ring by the medics. Yes, one could say that I’m not real happy about being counted out twice but this is for sure, it won’t happen again.
”DIAMONDS ARE FOREVER AND SO IS SLIM PICKENS!”
