THE CHOCO TACO TORTURE: PT. 2

We crudely enter our next segment with a loud burp.

“‘Scuse me.”

Paxton Ray leans back, patting his stomach, as Bobby Dean sits tied to a chair, his face contorted nearly to the point of tears.

Paxton Ray: That was the last one, Bobby. Las Vegas is officially outta the Choco Taco business.

Paxton stands up, then steps towards Bobby.

Paxton Ray: Now, the next time you think it’s funny to throw eggs at somebody, ya should ask yourself a simple question: are a couple of giggles worth a world of pain? ‘Cause here’s the fun part, Bobby: I’m still gonna beat the shit out of you in a few weeks. This was jus’ a teaser.

He taps Bobby’s cheek playfully, then walks towards the door. The camera cuts to another right outside the door, where Paxton emerges just in time to see Bobby’s partner, The Great Dooze, tearing down the hall.

Doozer: What did you do with Bobby?

Paxton Ray: He’s fine. He’s in there.

Paxton looks Dooze up and down.

Paxton Ray: I hear all these inside jokes I don’t get about ya, ‘bout not bein’ able to see ya. Well guess what…I see ya. And at UltraViolence…I’ll see ya in the ring.

Without waiting for an answer, Ray walks off, leaving Dooze to open the door. With a slight tremor in his hand he tentatively reaches out and slowly pushes the door in. The sight before him causes his breath to catch.

Doozer: Bobby?

Still strapped into the chair, the tear streaked face of a pitiful Bobby Dean looks up at the Old Man with pleading eyes, snot running out of his nose, and a quiver to his bottom lip.

Bobby Dean: You gotta let me out.

Doozer doesn’t bother with words, simply rushing forward, he goes to town on those knots. The Old Man has been in the game for a while now, he knows his way around the rope scene, quickly loosening the single column ties that bind Bobby to the chair.

Once free the big man surges forward, out of his chair, dropping to his knees. His face immediately going towards the dirty concrete floor and Doozer watches on in horror as his large friend starts licking what appears to be brown crumbs off the floor itself. The look of abject disgust clear on his face.

Doozer: Oh Bobby, why didn’t you use your safe word?

With the crumbs now gone, along with who knows what kind of germs, the large man climbs to his feet, a very un-Bobby like fire in his eye, the normal jovial man looks at his friend with a hardness PRIME has never seen from him before.

Bobby Dean: I’m gonna hurt him.