Post by saulhudsen on Jun 1, 2006 12:32:08 GMT -5
:: Our scene opens to a magnificent view of Malibu Beach, calm waves rolling underneath Surfers, Waterskiers and your average swimmer. It's early evening and the sun has barely began to set on beautiful California, and as the camera pans back to reveal the railings of a balcony, we begin to realise we're in the company of someone with a bit of cash, to say the least. A half full bottle of Jack Daniels No. 7 sits proudly on a small, wooden table alongside a small glass with melting ice ever so slowly covering the bottom of it with water. Before we know it, someone has decided to sling their legs onto the table, almost knocking both glass and bottle off.. now that would have been a tragedy. The camera zooms out a little more to reveal Saul Hudsen relaxing in a chair, tilted back on two legs, refilling his glass, ice cubes renewed. We can just about make out music in the background which at closer inspection turns out to be Give It Away by the Red Hot Chili Peppers, Saul's personal favourites. Nodding his head up and down to the funky guitar and rappin' vocals, he breaks into song. In tune? Erm... we'll let him off. ::
Saul: Greedy little people in a sea of distress, keep your more to receive your less, unimpressed by material excess, love is free love me say hell yes...
:: A little tipsy, Saul lifts his tinted shades and begins to gawp down at a group of young women, who are.. to say the least.. fit as fuck. He slips into a dream world for a moment before they vanish below his balcony. Sliding back again, he begins to drum the table and sing louder.. and more out of tune than usual..
Saul: Give it away, give it away, give it away, give it away now...
Saul: You amaze me, Mr Camera man. No matter how much i try and ruin your hearing.. or how large the bulge in my shorts grow over those fine ladies below, you still insist on standing over me trying to get an interview. What is it now, 2 hours?
Saul: Geez, i wouldn't risk ruinin' my hearing or having nightmares of another man masturbating on a balcony of his apartment for the sake of a god damn interview. But hey.. i suppose you have no life.
Anyways, i guess you wanna know my feelings towards Vendetta, right? And how i intend to approach my triple threat match with Bomber Jacket and E-Nuff please, right?
.... Right.
Well, i say 'My' match intentionally, for the simple reason of that's what it's gonna be. My debut in OTB, my first Main Event in OTB, my first Victory in OTB and my first ass-kickin' in the OTB. Sure as hell, i might seem a cocky sonuvvabiatch.. but what else are you expected to be when you're as confident as you've ever been? Especially when you're scheduled against a guy who seem's to think playing a computer game and drinking pop is more than enough preperation for such a pinical match as this, let alone being accompanied by a lady who can't seem to make up her own mind, let alone help with his match tactics and so forth. Ring?
She takes it in the...
.. neck for all his balls ups and embarassments while flying around the ring like Superman with a hole in his cape and his tights pulled up too far. Pity the foo'.. if i may quote the legendary T. And legendary is a good word for my next announcement. Yes, that's right.. i'm intent on being just that. A legend in this federation.. because i'm damn sure it'll need at least one of them.. as well as being a long-reigning World Heavyweight Champion. It doesn't even have to come now... i'm more than happy dossing around the lower ranked players just to get a laugh every week. I've been to the top twice.. and it's never the same the second time. Or any time after for that matter.
Where as Bomber Jake couldn't get to the top of a ladder if it only had one run.
On that note.. it'd like you to leave me to my drink, my sunset, my music and my girls.
Good night.
:: Sure enough, the camera fades to black, leaving Saul leaning over the edge of the balcony.. his hands clasp with a huge grin spread across his face. We won't mention the shorts. Work it out for yourselves ::
Saul: Greedy little people in a sea of distress, keep your more to receive your less, unimpressed by material excess, love is free love me say hell yes...
:: A little tipsy, Saul lifts his tinted shades and begins to gawp down at a group of young women, who are.. to say the least.. fit as fuck. He slips into a dream world for a moment before they vanish below his balcony. Sliding back again, he begins to drum the table and sing louder.. and more out of tune than usual..
Saul: Give it away, give it away, give it away, give it away now...
:: Turning to the camera, he pulls an irritated face ::
Saul: You amaze me, Mr Camera man. No matter how much i try and ruin your hearing.. or how large the bulge in my shorts grow over those fine ladies below, you still insist on standing over me trying to get an interview. What is it now, 2 hours?
:: The camera nods ::
Saul: Geez, i wouldn't risk ruinin' my hearing or having nightmares of another man masturbating on a balcony of his apartment for the sake of a god damn interview. But hey.. i suppose you have no life.
Anyways, i guess you wanna know my feelings towards Vendetta, right? And how i intend to approach my triple threat match with Bomber Jacket and E-Nuff please, right?
.... Right.
Well, i say 'My' match intentionally, for the simple reason of that's what it's gonna be. My debut in OTB, my first Main Event in OTB, my first Victory in OTB and my first ass-kickin' in the OTB. Sure as hell, i might seem a cocky sonuvvabiatch.. but what else are you expected to be when you're as confident as you've ever been? Especially when you're scheduled against a guy who seem's to think playing a computer game and drinking pop is more than enough preperation for such a pinical match as this, let alone being accompanied by a lady who can't seem to make up her own mind, let alone help with his match tactics and so forth. Ring?
She takes it in the...
.. neck for all his balls ups and embarassments while flying around the ring like Superman with a hole in his cape and his tights pulled up too far. Pity the foo'.. if i may quote the legendary T. And legendary is a good word for my next announcement. Yes, that's right.. i'm intent on being just that. A legend in this federation.. because i'm damn sure it'll need at least one of them.. as well as being a long-reigning World Heavyweight Champion. It doesn't even have to come now... i'm more than happy dossing around the lower ranked players just to get a laugh every week. I've been to the top twice.. and it's never the same the second time. Or any time after for that matter.
Where as Bomber Jake couldn't get to the top of a ladder if it only had one run.
On that note.. it'd like you to leave me to my drink, my sunset, my music and my girls.
Good night.
:: Sure enough, the camera fades to black, leaving Saul leaning over the edge of the balcony.. his hands clasp with a huge grin spread across his face. We won't mention the shorts. Work it out for yourselves ::