Jobber Dave always has a dog in es fight...
Sept 29, 2019 22:09:01 GMT -5
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Post by Jobber Dave on Sept 29, 2019 22:09:01 GMT -5
"That darkness man, it chills me to the bone..."
An old psychiatrist who resembles Sean Connery in a black turtle neck nods as he chews on a black inkwell pen.
"And what is it that you keep saying, again, David?"
Dave trembles.
"Es Noche... Es noche... Es NOCHE..."
"Mmm hmm... So NIGHT? The dark night bothers you?"
Dave laughs out loud.
"I'm no fraid of es Batman, doc... but if es darkness ain't enough I gots eh fiend breathing down my neck and a weird chica who believe she es eh God, not a Goddess and it confuses little beanitos around the world, doc."
"Ah yes, I have read about this Thomas Fiend and this Charmaine Dagawd lady. What about the detective with the affliction for throwing people through windows or the man of a million masks... As if hiding your face to portray one character is enough to fool people even if you perform as another wrestler... Like that'd ever work."
Dave laughs softly.
"Yes... Es if that'd work..."
"Okay so you don't fear any of these people, David? Not even the unmentioned Noris Cranley?"
Dave chuckles.
"As long as it es not Chuck Norris, I'll be es fine es ever. All of my opponents this week think they know Jobber Dave, just because I es call myself Jobber... I battled many a mans in Bum Fight division and I es become major fighter, no matter the name slapped on me. They believe theys deserve this special prize more than David? Well they has another thing coming! I es fighter and I es number one in everyone's hearts!"
"Your certainly see yourself as a warrior... If you are as tough as you believe, then why do you think everyone thinks fo low of you?"
"I es eh fighter, doc and it es their fault they don't see me as such. A ladder only takes one good hand and one good leg to climb..."
Dave flexes all his limbs in front of the doctor.
"I es good to go, si?"
The doc smirks.
"You definitely have a fighters chance, David... Good speed young man."
Doc signs off on a pamphlet and hands it back to David.
"My clients love reading golf magazines before our sessions, thanks for stopping by."
"Gracias, this magazine offer will help me send money back to Mexico for my nieces and nephews."
David upper cuts the air in great success and the Doctor laughs along.
An old psychiatrist who resembles Sean Connery in a black turtle neck nods as he chews on a black inkwell pen.
"And what is it that you keep saying, again, David?"
Dave trembles.
"Es Noche... Es noche... Es NOCHE..."
"Mmm hmm... So NIGHT? The dark night bothers you?"
Dave laughs out loud.
"I'm no fraid of es Batman, doc... but if es darkness ain't enough I gots eh fiend breathing down my neck and a weird chica who believe she es eh God, not a Goddess and it confuses little beanitos around the world, doc."
"Ah yes, I have read about this Thomas Fiend and this Charmaine Dagawd lady. What about the detective with the affliction for throwing people through windows or the man of a million masks... As if hiding your face to portray one character is enough to fool people even if you perform as another wrestler... Like that'd ever work."
Dave laughs softly.
"Yes... Es if that'd work..."
"Okay so you don't fear any of these people, David? Not even the unmentioned Noris Cranley?"
Dave chuckles.
"As long as it es not Chuck Norris, I'll be es fine es ever. All of my opponents this week think they know Jobber Dave, just because I es call myself Jobber... I battled many a mans in Bum Fight division and I es become major fighter, no matter the name slapped on me. They believe theys deserve this special prize more than David? Well they has another thing coming! I es fighter and I es number one in everyone's hearts!"
"Your certainly see yourself as a warrior... If you are as tough as you believe, then why do you think everyone thinks fo low of you?"
"I es eh fighter, doc and it es their fault they don't see me as such. A ladder only takes one good hand and one good leg to climb..."
Dave flexes all his limbs in front of the doctor.
"I es good to go, si?"
The doc smirks.
"You definitely have a fighters chance, David... Good speed young man."
Doc signs off on a pamphlet and hands it back to David.
"My clients love reading golf magazines before our sessions, thanks for stopping by."
"Gracias, this magazine offer will help me send money back to Mexico for my nieces and nephews."
David upper cuts the air in great success and the Doctor laughs along.
