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Post by President Hudson on Jun 13, 2006 1:50:35 GMT -5
Cory Perfect vs. Saul Hudsen
5 RP Max
Deadline is Sunday, June 18th, at 3 pm EST.
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Post by saulhudsen on Jun 16, 2006 14:50:45 GMT -5
:: Would you believe it? Would you ever believe it? Saul couldn't believe it, Bob the camera man couldn't believe it, Saul's army of fans couldn't believe it. Hell, i couldn't believe it.. and i'm just the damn narrator. Point is; Saul got screwed over. He was in charge of that match and was primed for his debut victory, but some 'new kid on the block' wanted to make his entrance extremely grand.. so chose to lay seige to the ring, distract Saul and allow Jake to catch him offguard. I hope Bomber's proud of himself. Well, he probably... little sh...
We open to a scene in a Los Angeles gymnasium, a wrestling ring in each quadrant each with it's own punch bag and so on. The walls are quite bare, a few message boards dotted around the place, the odd framed picture of past greats that have used the gym to help propell them to the top of their respective professions.. but one quadrant really catches an eye. From a distance we can see two guys pouncing around the ring, suplex's and bodyslams galore. At ringside, an old looking gentleman applauds a devestating Hurricarana from the wrestler with short, rough, bleached blond hair. He speaks in a rough Texan accent, similar to that of JR Jim Ross.. but without the obvious slanted mouth, shouting words of encouragement and annoyance alike with every word seemingly being acknowledged and taken in by the 'apprentice'. On closer inspection, the blond character turns out to be Saul himself, accompanied in his training by his great mentor, Jack Ranch, all-American wrestling hero in the 60's and early 70's. Saul ducks a clothesline and hits a devestating spinning neckbreaker, his opponent landing face first instead of the upwards, as with the generic neckbreaker. The opponent seems shocked with the impact as he rolls around in pain, Saul taking more instructions from Ranch ::
Jack Ranch: Well come on for christ sakes, Saul. Don't just stand there, finish the bastard. Finish him!
:: Almost without hesitation, Saul drags his bewildered opponent to his feet.. whipping him with aggression to the ropes and.. before you can say Jack Link's Teriyaki Beef Jerky.. nails the hapless wrestler with a spine-shattering Bad Company, driving him head-first to the canvas. Saul rises to his feet, without much concern on his face, and wipes a drip of sweat from his brow.. grinning down at Jack, who's making his way up the steps to join Hudsen in the ring, applauding half-heartedly ::
Jack Ranch: Alright, alright.. it wasn't bad. But it wasn't World Championship material. You need to put his head near-on through the damn mat if you wanna be king of the hill, got it?
Saul: Yesh bo-oss
Jack Ranch: Hey, cut the sarcasm, boy. Don't you forget who got you here. Now i know you could pretty much beat the hell out of any o' those OTB guys you grapple with these days.. but i don't want you getting brass and cocky when there's a match to be won. Time and a place for the jokin' around.. and it's not at the peak of a title match... number one contender match... ANY match, you hear me?
Saul: I hear ya loud and clear, sir. You got anythin' on this Perfect punk?
Jack Ranch: Why yes i have, actually.
:: Jack's wrinkled brow raises slightly and his black cowboy hat gets a tilt forward ::
Jack Ranch: He's an inch taller, similar weight, stronger, fitter, more intense...
:: Saul begins to mock Jack's comments by mouthing them sarcastically. Jack clips him round the head with a bundle of papers ::
Jack Ranch: I said cut it, damn it...
Saul: Yeah, and i've heard all this before. Smaller, lighter, less this.. less that... Yet it hasn't bothered me before, has it?
Jack Ranch: And it's exactly that attitude that will wind you up in a hospital somewhere with a broken neck. FOCUS, damn it...
Saul: Damn it...
Jack Ranch:Yes.. Damn it. Now listen up. I think your best bet's to go for the knee, he's too built upstairs for an easy take-down or even the Cobra.. so drop kicks to the knee, chop blocks.. jus to soften him up for the strike. He's liftable, i seen 'im get power-bombed by someone a little shorter than you so don't worry 'bout that. Just for god's sake stay focused.
Saul: Damn it...
Jack Ranch:Ah, go to hell.
Saul: Best get in line... oh, Hey Jack.
Jack Ranch:Yeah, yeah. I'll see you next week.. and no JD until AFTER you've kicked his 'Perfect' ass, got it?
Saul: Sure, old timer. Later.
:: Saul leans on the ropes as Jack heads for the exit. As soon as Jack leaves, Saul begins to laugh ::
Saul: You gotta love him. Keepin' me in check all the time, keeping tabs on my opponents. He's a legend.. literally. And i'm damn glad he's in my corner, the sly bastard. But he's definitely right about one thing, and that's makin' sure Curt Hennig only ever steps in One Ring during his shortend spell in the OTB. You might just think i talk a good fight, son.. but i'll rest it on Jack's life.. i damn well fight a good fight. And you'll find that out for yourself sooner than later. Then i can sit back... relax... and drink to Uncle Jack for your early retirement.
Cheers.
:: After a sarcy grin, the camera begins to fade, leaving Saul rolling his still suffering opponent out of the ring to allow him room to run the ropes a little. He looks a little lax, but i'm certainly sure he'll listen to Ol' Jack. He's never let his apprentice down ::
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