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| Hutch leaving the arena; After the PPV | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 9 2005, 12:54 PM (60 Views) | |
| Hutch | Feb 9 2005, 12:54 PM Post #1 |
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The door at the end of the corridor swings open, and Hutch marches out. He looks dejected, his usual bravado and swagger missing. He is wearing his wrestling gear (Jeans and a T-shirt) and a jacket over the top. He's carrying a huge hold-all over his shoulder, his hair stuck to his forehead with sweat. From a side doorway, Jeff Noon, the ever present interviewer runs towards Hutch, trying to keep pace behind him as he asks his questions. Jeff: Hutch, Hutch! Can I have a moment of your time! Hutch doesn't even slow down, he just keeps walking. Jeff: I need a sound-bite on your loss to add to FIW.com! How do you feel, that your quest to win the SIC ended in failiure? Hutch swings his arm up, displaying the bird over his shoulder to Jeff. He keeps going, before turning. He places his hand on a door that reads "Car Park", before Jeff catches his attention. Jeff: Well if you won't give me that, then how do you feel about the Number 1 Contendership match for the International Title that is announced for this Thursday? Hutch stops dead in his tracks. He turns his head slightly, and brushes his hair out of his eyes. Hutch: This is for definate? Jeff nods over enthusiastically, like a parakeet on a pogo stick. Jeff: Yeah yeah yeah, just announced from Mr. Atio's office. Hutch vs Xtreme Kitten for this Thursday. Hutch's face breaks into a huge grin. The over-sized hold-all suddenly appears to become much, much lighter. Hutch: A second chance. Alright, that's good. I've beaten Hardcore Pussy for the Number One Contendership before, I'll get this done and this time Maivia won't have a chance! In fact! Hutch slaps Jeff on the shoulder, his mood greatly improved. Hutch: You tell The Ginger Ninja that his hold on that belt just became a lot more slippery, like a one armed man wrestling with a greased up bar of soap. Actually thats probably TOO slippery..... Hutch looks at Jeff, who has a complete look of confusion on his face. Hutch: Anyway Biggles, don't bother. I've got a message for Mr. Maivia, and I'll make it myself, this Thursday. You know Jeff, you've made my day. Hutch pats Jeff softly on the shoulder before walking through the door marked "Car Park". As he leaves, Jeff breaks into a big stupid grin, rather pleased with himself. He glares at someone off screen, probably the cameraman. He speaks cockily, and with great self-importance. Jeff: SEE! I am a good interviewer! I do have my uses. With that, Hutch barges back through the door, and throws his hold-all at Jeff. Hutch: Damn right you have a use, Biggles. And it's bag carrying. Here, put this in my car. Jeff's face falls, and he opens his mouth to resist, before giving up, and slinking towards the door, dejected. Hutch waits until he opens the door, before swiftly kicking him up the arse, sending him flying through the door with a yelp, somewhat like an Otter that's got it's hand stuck in a car door. Hutch turns to the camera and winks, snapping off a cocky salute, before following Jeff through the door. We hear him shouting: Hutch: Move, Monkey Boy! Get up, what are you doing down there??? We fade out on the sound of Hutch's voice, and in the background, the cameramans laughter. FADE OUT |
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