A Little Soap
and Water
The sound of running water fills the empty image being broadcast live to a regional audience. After several seconds of running H2O a small child’s head breaks the Spa like atmosphere.
He stands attentively watching someone off camera. A white porcelain sink sits just above the boys head. He's no more than four feet tall. If one took a guess they’d say he was four.
He was a bit dirty. His shirt; once white, was now grey. He sported week old Bed head and wore work boots with missing laces.
Yeah.
This kid was “Low rent”.
Suddenly a bar of soap is shoved into his mouth and he struggles for breath as he’s flattened to the floor!
“HOLD STILL YOU LITTLE RUG RAT!”
The kid fights and fights but the soap just gets shoved more into his gullet with each twitch of his body.
The camera finally pans to show Bronx Goldie as he wipes a hand full of soapy residue onto his Lone Star Graphic-T before speaking.
Bronx Goldie:….. A little soap and water is all it takes to clean out any foul mouthed brat.
Kinda' like you Arson!
Picked this one up from your sisters house. Judging by the smell of him he’s defiantly your nephew.
You see Arson… I’ve got a “Golden” opportunity this Thursday. An opportunity to beat you in front of the world. To shut your mouth and prove without a shadow of doubt that the Real Champion in Texas is standing right here!
Or should I drop a few “F” bombs to make things a bit more clearly for you.
You know. Speak your language?
Bronx bends over and snatches the soap laden kid up by his collar. He opens the door and kicks him in his rear forcing him into the hall.
Bronx Goldie: …AND TELL YOUR UNCLE, BRONX GOLDIE SENDS HIS LOVE!
See you in the ring Arson….
I’ll bring the soap!
–And an [bleep] whoopin' to your liking.
I’ll get all street on ya… smack you around a bit, maybe treat you like your daddy treated your momma….
Yeah.
I went there.
A dig at your sister.
Your Nephew.
-And your momma.
Hell, I’ve even got a double wide parked out back for ya.
But when you wake up with your face in the toilet….know that it wasn’t the booze or drugs that put you there. It was the arse' whoopin’ you took from me!
Bronx picks up the bar of soap from the floor. Tosses it up a few times before winking to the camera and walking off.
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