Post by Chase Grimes on Jun 26, 2012 18:51:13 GMT -5
Chase felt his ribs as he sat down on the examination table. Big Jack Grizzly had just laid Chase out after Chase had asked for his help. That big, disgusting, fat slob had gotten away with this one, but Chase was going to make him pay. In came the doctor, a 52-year-old Caucasian man by the name of John Owens. He was a kind man, but Chase thought otherwise. Chase saw him as a complete prick. The guy was a nice guy, but he couldn't take a fucking joke!
(Dr. Owens): How your feeling, Chase?
(Chase): Peachy. Never felt better, doctor. I should get more of these cheap shots on a regular basis.
Chase smirked, but the doctor kept his straight face and looked at Chase, disapprovingly.
(Dr. Owens): Well, we've got the test results back and seems like you have no injuries. Your ribs are just a bit achy at the moment.
Chase smiled as he got out of the examination table. He put his NYCCW t-shirt back on, then patted the doctor on the back.
(Chase): Thanks for ya help, Stiffs.
Chase exited the doctor's room and headed on his way.
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(Later That Night)
(Arena Parking Lot)
Chase hid behind a white Porsche, which apparently belonged to Johnny Clash. He stared at the door of the arena, apparently waiting for someone. Chase held a steel chair in his left hand as he awaited for the person to come through the arena door. Finally, the arena door opened and out came some of the cameramen. Chase sighed in anger.
(Chase): No, not them. Where the fuck is this guy?
The cameramen got into their separate cars and drove out of the parking lot. Chase shifted a little bit around. He didn't want to get numb. The doors opened again and Chase stared at who came through. It was Big Jack Grizzly. A smirk appeared on Chase's face as he gripped the steel chair. Jack made his way to his truck and Chase began to walk up to him. Chase was now getting closer. Jack opened the car, the beep signaling the car opening . Chase was now close enough. He raised the chair and slammed it on the back of Jack's skull. Jack fell to the ground with a thud.
(Chase): Tisk, tisk.
Chase kneeled down next to the unconscious Jack Grizzly.
(Chase): I'm going to assume you regret doing what you did to me last night?
Chase took his hand lightly slapped Jack's face.
(Chase): Jacky boy, you're going to regret ever crossing me.
Chase grabbed the chair and ran off before anybody could see him. If Jack was man enough, he wouldn't get the cops on Chase.
(Dr. Owens): How your feeling, Chase?
(Chase): Peachy. Never felt better, doctor. I should get more of these cheap shots on a regular basis.
Chase smirked, but the doctor kept his straight face and looked at Chase, disapprovingly.
(Dr. Owens): Well, we've got the test results back and seems like you have no injuries. Your ribs are just a bit achy at the moment.
Chase smiled as he got out of the examination table. He put his NYCCW t-shirt back on, then patted the doctor on the back.
(Chase): Thanks for ya help, Stiffs.
Chase exited the doctor's room and headed on his way.
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(Later That Night)
(Arena Parking Lot)
Chase hid behind a white Porsche, which apparently belonged to Johnny Clash. He stared at the door of the arena, apparently waiting for someone. Chase held a steel chair in his left hand as he awaited for the person to come through the arena door. Finally, the arena door opened and out came some of the cameramen. Chase sighed in anger.
(Chase): No, not them. Where the fuck is this guy?
The cameramen got into their separate cars and drove out of the parking lot. Chase shifted a little bit around. He didn't want to get numb. The doors opened again and Chase stared at who came through. It was Big Jack Grizzly. A smirk appeared on Chase's face as he gripped the steel chair. Jack made his way to his truck and Chase began to walk up to him. Chase was now getting closer. Jack opened the car, the beep signaling the car opening . Chase was now close enough. He raised the chair and slammed it on the back of Jack's skull. Jack fell to the ground with a thud.
(Chase): Tisk, tisk.
Chase kneeled down next to the unconscious Jack Grizzly.
(Chase): I'm going to assume you regret doing what you did to me last night?
Chase took his hand lightly slapped Jack's face.
(Chase): Jacky boy, you're going to regret ever crossing me.
Chase grabbed the chair and ran off before anybody could see him. If Jack was man enough, he wouldn't get the cops on Chase.
