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| Number One Contender for SIC warms up; Really poor RP | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 2 2005, 10:56 PM (49 Views) | |
| Hutch | Feb 2 2005, 10:56 PM Post #1 |
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The camera comes in on a locker room. We see a shadow, quickly moving around the room. As the shot pulls back, we see it is Hutch (Duh, who else?), hopping around the locker room, phsycing himself up for his championship match. As the camera moves around to get a better vantage point, we see Ragin' stood in the corner, leaning against the wall. He has a cigarette poised halfway to his lips watching Hutch intently. He gestures towards him, and speaks. Ragin': I've never seen you this hyped for a match. Hutch doesn't answer, keeps shadow boxing. Well, not quite, he's just kind of hopping around, occasionally slapping himself on the head. This irritates Ragin', who finishes his cigarrete and flicks it at Hutch. It hits him on the back of the head, and Hutch stops. He reaches up to his ears and pulls his headphones out. See, thats why he couldn't hear him. Hutch turns round, and irritatedly rubs the ash off of his back. Hutch: Huh? Ragin: You. You've been prancing around this locker room for the last two hours. I've backed over here to stop getting minced to death. What's up? You've never been worked up this much. Hutch shrugs. Hutch: Nothings up mate. I'm fine. Hutch grins. Hutch: You just never saw me the night before I won the World Heavyweight title. For...... Obvious reasons. Hutch grins. Ragin raises an eyebrow, obviously not impressed with Hutch's reminder at his title loss to his young partner, and lights another cigarrete. Hutch points at the offending article. Hutch: I hate the smell of those things. You should cut down. Ragin stares at the cigarette, shrugs, and nips the end, placing it back in his pocket. Ragin: Don't try changing the subject. Maivia's bothering you. Don't let him. Hutch laughs, but there's something uncertain about it. Hutch: You think I'm scared of Captain Ginger? The Ginger Ninja? Hutch laughs, pleased with his joke, but Ragin just stares, before answering bluntly: Ragin: Yes. Hutch goes to argue, his grin still in place. He falters, then shrugs. His face falls. Hutch: He's beaten me before. He won the Extreme Chaos Championship from me. Then he won the World Championship from me. A note of panic creeps into Hutch's voice. Hutch: He's done it once! What the hells stopping him from doing it again? I could lose! I just don't believe in myself anymore. There is a period of silence, maybe about 10 seconds. It is broken by a snort from Ragin, and Hutch breaks out into a massive grin, as both men start laughing, Hutch verging on the hysterical. Hutch: Ah man! That's good shit! Me, not believing in myself. Look at me! I'm a picture of perfection. That World title win was a fluke, and everyone knows it! And the ECC title change? He got me with the 24/7 rule, he can't beat ME in a 1 on 1 match! Me, the Crown Prince of Charisma, the Sultan of Slam, the Future International Champion! I'm better than the best, I'm practically a God here! Hutch holds out his arms and looks at his hands. Ragin looks on, bemused. Hutch: I'm a god-damn masterpeice! I'm.... I'm the next step. The next step of Human Evolution. Yeah. Ragin moves out of the corner, and slaps Hutch on the shoulder. Hutch looks at his stable-mate and grins. Ragin: You're arrogant is what you are. But that helps you. You'll win, and be adding yet more gold to the ANE cabinet. You're the man right now. Ragin increases the pressure on Hutch's shoulder. Ragin: Apart from me, of course. Hutch laughs, and pats Ragin's hand. Hutch: Hell yeah, I will win. It's my destiny to become the first ever GrandSLAM Champion. Hutch grins wider, and adds extra relish to his catchphrase. Hutch: And that's not bragging, that's not guessing....... That, my friend, is the FUTURE! Ragin nods, and grins, and walks out of shot. Hutch stares after him, his hand reaches to his shoulder, and rubs where Ragin squeezed, it obviously causing him pain. His eyes narrow, and he stares in the direction his partner left, as the door slams, signalling Ragin's departure. This is only for a split second, before he slips his headphones back in his ears, and bounces off screen as we fade out. |
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