Never insult a Welsh Rugby Player.

<Continued from our last post>
<This is a JP by myself, and Chris. Have fun!>
Chris and Jack were again thrown in the single cell that they were
forced to share. The door was shut behind them as they both collapsed
on the floor, Jack sporting a bloody nose and Chris wincing as his
dislocated shoulder smashed onto the hard concrete floor.
Jack wiped his face, spitting some of the blood onto the floor in
front of him. "Oh my god... i will NEVER call them sheep shaggers
ever again.." he managed, shuddering as he tried to remove the
memories from his head.
"I will..." said Chris, wincing again as he turned to Jack. "I'll ram
the effing sheep right up their ass...." he added angrily. "How long
before they realise they've got the only two people on BD who've had
training to bear this torture shit?"
"speak for yourself," he began, since Phoenix fire was taken from him,
he hadn't been able to take so much. "Course, I'm sure i can think of
other things to call them instead." he added, rolling onto his back,
and laughing loudly.
"Where the smeg are they!?" Chris began, Jack's laughter still ringing
through his ears, he forced a smile although he knew even he didn't
have much time left.
"they'll be here..." he said, sitting up, and stretching. "your
shoulder ok?" he asked, turning to face his cell mate
Chris took his shirt off with great difficulty to show Jack his
shoulder. "Does is look ok to you" he asked sarcastically, indicating
the colour of his shoulder.
"ouch, nasty..." he said, getting up, and sat on the end of the bed.
"looks like they were a bit harder on you." he pointed out, knowing
Chris was easily the strongest of the two.
"Hardly, I've not eaten for five days" said Chris grimly. "You should
get a drink, you look a bit pale"
"nah, i'm fine." he said, looking over towards the door. "you know
they're watching us.." he said, then laughed a little, speaking up so
they'd hear him. "ran out of sheep already?"
"Baaa!" shouted Chris, laughing at the anticipated displeasure of the
Welsh.
"it seems i lied... they'll always be sheep shaggers." he laughed
loudly, sitting back against the wall.
The door opened again. Several bulky welsh henchman appeared in the
gap with evil grins on their faces. "Oh shit!" exclaimed Chris.
"What?!" asked Jack.
"The Rugby Players!" said Chris in a panicked whisper.
ahh..." he said, smiling uneasily up at the very large people standing
in front of him. "i would strike up a conversation, but i can't see
the weather from in here.." he said, just before one of them punched
him in the face, sending him to the ground. he slowly got up, and
wiped some blood from his lip. "oww..." he said, knowing that if he
didn't get up, they would get him up, one way or another.
"Hey, back off you..." said Chris, being cut off mid sentence as he
was floored by a welshman that vaguely resembled a trigger happy turd.
"oww..." Jack said, as he received a fist to the midsection, he fell
onto the bed, and rolled around a little, obviously in pain.
Chris stood up to attempt to defend himself but was caught in the
face. He heard his cheekbone crack as the fist made contact, knocking
him unconcious as his head mady contact with the thick concrete wall.
"dude, you..." he began, attempting to ask if he was ok, but the same
fate befell him, as he felt his head crack against the wall, sliding
down it slowly, he hit the floor, and managed a single word before
falling unconcious. "oww."
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