Post by Jesse Styles on Mar 24, 2013 16:50:45 GMT -6
The never ending quest for lotion
We switch to a view of the backstage area as Spaz is seen, once more in his long, beige trench coat and matching fedora. He slowly paces down the hallway, looking at every one he passes. The disguise suggests he's still in search of lotion, but this time, he's being far more cautious about who he asks. As Spaz turns the corner, he spots Dixie Clement viewing the show from a nearby monitor.
"Hey! Dixie chick!!" Spaz shouts out as he's now just a few feet from the NEW superstar.
Dixie blinks in surprise and turns to face Spaz. "Naw. I ain't in no country band. It's Dixie Clement. You're... that funny lil' fella what runs around with Hazard, right?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, ya' dig? Just that I love to give urr'body a cool lil' nickname, eh? And yeah, that's me! Hazzy cat's number one head ache...err..I mean, side kick!" His demeanor quickly changes from happy go lucky to dead serious. Spaz removes one hand from his coat and points to Dixie. "Got any lotion?" Moments after asking, he changes from a finger point to holding his palm out, as if he's waiting for her to give him some.
Dixie blinks. "What in the sam hill? Why do you need? Naw..on second thought.. I ain't sure I wanna know.." She says, moving over to her gear bag and taking her Youngblood title out and digs deeper for a bottle of lotion. "Here we go..."
Spaz starts to shake with excitement. He lets out a hearty chuckle and does a fist pump, almost as if he's just scored a goal. "So, yer' actually gonna' give me lotion?" After all the trials and tribulations. All the run around. All the dead ends he'd encountered throughout his perilous journey, Spaz was seconds away from obtaining the lotion that had eluded him until now.
He then notices the Youngblood Title and starts to think back to when Hazard won that belt. How he used to parade around in it. That's when he did the unthinkable. "Oh yeah! "Yer' the Youngblood Champ, aren't ya'? I member' when Hazzy won that strap. We went to Texas..and boy, I tell ya' what! It's so true what they say about that state, Dixie!"
Dixie pauses and turns to look at Spaz, raising an eyebrow. "Oh? What exactly do they say about the Lonestar State that yer referrin' to?"
Feeling confident that he could do no wrong at this point, Spaz again chuckled. "Oh, just that in Texas, more queers come from there than steers, ya' know what I mean, Dixie? eh? EH?!"
Dixie's face turned red and in one smooth motion, she grabbed her colt peacemaker and turned, drew, and fired blowing the fedora clean off Spaz's head. "You callin' me queer, you lil' sum'bitch?!" She says, leveling her pistol at him. "Choose your next words VERY carefully..."
It took a moment for him to realize that Dixie just shot his hat clear off his head, which now revealed his rainbow colored mask in all it's glory. Following this, a stream of urine started to make it's way down Spaz's inner thigh, well more precisely, down the inside of his knee cap since he's pretty well endowed. He puts both hands up and slowly steps away. "Uh.. well I..Ya' know.. What I meant was..Thanks for the offer, but I think I'm gonna' have to pass, Dixie." Spaz slowly turns away from Clement and heads in the opposite direction, after picking up his fedora. His pace quickens the farther he gets away. Before very long, Spaz turns the corner and vanishes from sight, now leaving the cameras rolling on Dixie Clement, who is still holding her peacemaker.
Dixie never takes her eyes off Spaz, rolling her eyes at him urinating and hurrying off. "Dayum! Well.. sorry bout your damn luck, lil' fella. Maybe y'all shouldn't insult Texas..." Shortly there after, our feed breaks for a commercial.
We switch to a view of the backstage area as Spaz is seen, once more in his long, beige trench coat and matching fedora. He slowly paces down the hallway, looking at every one he passes. The disguise suggests he's still in search of lotion, but this time, he's being far more cautious about who he asks. As Spaz turns the corner, he spots Dixie Clement viewing the show from a nearby monitor.
"Hey! Dixie chick!!" Spaz shouts out as he's now just a few feet from the NEW superstar.
Dixie blinks in surprise and turns to face Spaz. "Naw. I ain't in no country band. It's Dixie Clement. You're... that funny lil' fella what runs around with Hazard, right?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, ya' dig? Just that I love to give urr'body a cool lil' nickname, eh? And yeah, that's me! Hazzy cat's number one head ache...err..I mean, side kick!" His demeanor quickly changes from happy go lucky to dead serious. Spaz removes one hand from his coat and points to Dixie. "Got any lotion?" Moments after asking, he changes from a finger point to holding his palm out, as if he's waiting for her to give him some.
Dixie blinks. "What in the sam hill? Why do you need? Naw..on second thought.. I ain't sure I wanna know.." She says, moving over to her gear bag and taking her Youngblood title out and digs deeper for a bottle of lotion. "Here we go..."
Spaz starts to shake with excitement. He lets out a hearty chuckle and does a fist pump, almost as if he's just scored a goal. "So, yer' actually gonna' give me lotion?" After all the trials and tribulations. All the run around. All the dead ends he'd encountered throughout his perilous journey, Spaz was seconds away from obtaining the lotion that had eluded him until now.
He then notices the Youngblood Title and starts to think back to when Hazard won that belt. How he used to parade around in it. That's when he did the unthinkable. "Oh yeah! "Yer' the Youngblood Champ, aren't ya'? I member' when Hazzy won that strap. We went to Texas..and boy, I tell ya' what! It's so true what they say about that state, Dixie!"
Dixie pauses and turns to look at Spaz, raising an eyebrow. "Oh? What exactly do they say about the Lonestar State that yer referrin' to?"
Feeling confident that he could do no wrong at this point, Spaz again chuckled. "Oh, just that in Texas, more queers come from there than steers, ya' know what I mean, Dixie? eh? EH?!"
Dixie's face turned red and in one smooth motion, she grabbed her colt peacemaker and turned, drew, and fired blowing the fedora clean off Spaz's head. "You callin' me queer, you lil' sum'bitch?!" She says, leveling her pistol at him. "Choose your next words VERY carefully..."
It took a moment for him to realize that Dixie just shot his hat clear off his head, which now revealed his rainbow colored mask in all it's glory. Following this, a stream of urine started to make it's way down Spaz's inner thigh, well more precisely, down the inside of his knee cap since he's pretty well endowed. He puts both hands up and slowly steps away. "Uh.. well I..Ya' know.. What I meant was..Thanks for the offer, but I think I'm gonna' have to pass, Dixie." Spaz slowly turns away from Clement and heads in the opposite direction, after picking up his fedora. His pace quickens the farther he gets away. Before very long, Spaz turns the corner and vanishes from sight, now leaving the cameras rolling on Dixie Clement, who is still holding her peacemaker.
Dixie never takes her eyes off Spaz, rolling her eyes at him urinating and hurrying off. "Dayum! Well.. sorry bout your damn luck, lil' fella. Maybe y'all shouldn't insult Texas..." Shortly there after, our feed breaks for a commercial.