A Slab of Dough in the Locker Room

Dough Boy Tue Sep 28, 2010 1:52 pm

The lights were all turned off in the locker room, no one noticed the slab of dough in a form of a boy also known as Dough Boy leaned against a dark corner. Traces of mold have already began to grow on what looks like the molded finger tips of Dough Boy. Little fuzzy multicolored fungal life forms that is usually a tell-tale sign that a food is not fit for consumption. Dough Boy conscious yet unable to utter a word sighs deeply in his mind.

"Is this the fate that is meant for me?" Dough Boy silently thinks to himself, since he could not talk due to the fact that he lacks a larynx. "Would I just be the life support for a colony of fungi? Why didn't that fairy finish what he started?" The scene flash backs to the past...

It was a dreary winter day at the bakery and the young baker's apprentice, jealous of all his friends who played out in the snow decided to have fun too. Seeing his friends build snowmen, the baker's apprentice made himself a boy made of dough. But then, the boy of dough just sat there and did nothing at all. Soon the boy of dough or Dough Boy was forgotten until a gay fairy who for anonymity purposes we shall name "T" came along. Now T was just dumped by his life partner who for anonymity purposes we shall call M, and seeing that Dough Boy can make a perfect pseudo-life partner to make M jealous, T the gay fairy gave life to Dough Boy by waving his magic wand. But in mid-spell M the other gay fairy came along and told T that he made a mistake, the two fairies hugged, kissed and had hot steamy love making before disappearing to fairyland. With the spell half-casted Dough Boy had consciousness but cannot move. One day Pinky came along the bakery looking for food and somehow realized that Dough Boy had consciousness, he brought Dough Boy to his federation NPW to be a wrestler even if Dough Boy cannot move which also means he cannot wrestle. But Pinky didn't care because he needed a jobber in NPW anyways. Thus began the story of a boy made of dough who can't move at all in the world of wrestling.

The scene shifts back to the present time where Dough Boy lays forgotten. Suddenly the lights came on and a stagehand enters.

Stagehand: "Oh there you are Dough Boy sir, I was told to bring you to the ring, it seems you have a match tonight against some guy named Salty Sweat or is it Salty Armpits or Salty Bal... Well Salty Something... Anyway I'm here to um, escort you to ringside."

"Oh great! Another night of jobbing..." Dough Boy thought to himself. "How could they expect me to wrestle if I can't move my limbs... Oh well at least I'm not forgotten in a corner anymore, besides, maybe if that Salty Wrestler Guy wrestles me enough, he may actually rub the mold off my fingers." Dough Boy reassures himself as he is carried out of the locker rooms and brought to the entrance ramp as the screen fades to black.