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**05-27-2015, 08:39 PM**

Dolly reaches up and pinches Doc on his inner thigh so hard with her sharp nails, it forces him to remove his boot from her throat, allowing her to kick out.

Turned away from Doc, a smile grows on Dolly's face as she wipes away at a bit of blood from her bottom lip. Dolly turns now to face D'Ville, her bottom lip puckered out and quivering a bit, her eyes adorably enlarged and welling up with tears.

The Doctor's face contorts in a confused manner, where had the spunky little piece of white trash gone? Dock tilts his head at Dolly who edges near him looking like she'd just lost her best friendâ€¦

Her face suddenly sowers with a snarl andâ€¦

BAM!

...Dolly kicks D'Ville straight in the nuts...

"DON'T! TOUCH! ME!"

Dolly looks pissed as she catches her breath

...Sickoâ€¦

Well it's nice ta' finally find out that this here Federweight is more important than most tha' jokers round' this place claim it is, seein' as how tha' Universal Champion is even comin' after it

Guessin' at' was yer' real intentions of comin' after me wasn't it Doctor? You saw little ol' Dolly Waters sittin' here, lookin' like slim pickins and thought you'd beat up on an underage girl in between yer' typical month to two month drought of actual in ring action.

Guess you also got thirsty lookin' at me like I's ah' tall glass of milk of magnesium, thinkin' you could feel up on an underage girl in between yer' typical decade to two decade long drought of actual bedroom action.

You keep on rambling on about somethin yer' tryin' ta' offer me, but all yer' doin' is speakin' in randomly vague, pomp filled parablesâ€¦ as if tha' world aint heard you doin' at' fer' f'n ever already.

Great! Doctor Seroquel D'Ville, giving us all sleepin' meds again by speakin'â€¦ I would honestly rather be in a History of Dance Class taught by Ben Stein right now, than listen to your drivel another moment.

Why are ya' really coming after me anyway? I bet I know why, seein' as how half of yer' trash talk seemed more directed at Ma'Daddy, ya' must be mad still that he beat tha' crap outta' yer' little human sock puppet, Dead Nick tha' Private Dickâ€¦

Maybe it's cause ya' see me wearin' this here outfit, like ah' proper girl should, and it reminds ya' of yer' inner most feelings. Does tha' sheer sight of me leave you lustfully longing for dreams of yer' youth, and make ya' wish you'd of came out and started dressin' like this while you still could have tricked people with yer' youthful features?

Dolly snaps her left thumb and middle finger

I've got it! It's so dang ol' obvious, like O-M-G! You aint never had no sperm count, and therefor was never able ta' knock up any of them dive motel hookers you tried breedin' with! So now you want to kidnap me and raise me as yer' ownâ€¦

But hey Doc, yer' forgetting, you've got yer

scum bags, Frodo, Mastermind and LH Harrison ta' tend too. Though illegitimate, like their careers you still haven't fixed, they'll always be yer' children!

Now as much as I've enjoyed sitting round' here carryin' on witcha', tha' way you keep lookin' at me outta' yer' one good eye and smiling is makin' me feel uncomfotableâ€¦ and I'm late fer' class.

Dolly looks over and notices a police officer paying attention to her situation,

...Now beat it loserâ€¦

...Before I scream rape ya' old pervert...

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