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| A Bedtime Story; Read by the next International Champion | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 1 2005, 10:05 AM (42 Views) | |
| Hutch | Apr 1 2005, 10:05 AM Post #1 |
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The camera opens on Hutch's grinning face. He is sitting on a steel chair, in what looks like a locker room. It's a bit hard to tell, because of a backdrop that has been hung behind Hutch. The backdrop is a view of a castle, and some forest, with a little dragon flying in the sky above it. Hutch spreads his arms, and puts on a cute expression. Hutch: Hello there children. It's about now the camera pans down, and we realise the young man from Durham, England, is wearing a thick knitted old fogey jumper, with various patterns across the chest. He also has a pair of glasses on a string around his neck, and he lifts them up and places them on the end of his nose. He reaches off screen, and brings in to shot a gargantuan mug of tea. Seriously, you could drown horses in this thing. Quite why you would do that, I don't know, and it's slightly off the point. Hutch is dressed like a 1950's children's TV presenter, and he seems to throughly enjoying the dressy-up. He grins a HUGE fake grin (Think DDP mixed with Tony Blair, and you've got it. No wait, hang on, slightly less shit-eating grin? Ok there you go!) and begins to speak. Hutch: Today, boys and Girls, Uncle Hutch is going to read you all a lovely little story. It's called...... "Beauty...." (Hutch places a hand on his own chest) Hutch: cont'd And the buttmunchers. Hutch grins, evidentaly pleased with his little joke. He chuckles in that "kindly old grandparent" way, except without the dribbling. Hutch: Once upon a time, there was a handsome young man. A kind young man. A young man who....... Ah look, just picture me, OK? Hutch grins, then continues with his story. Hutch: And this sexy beast had a dream. And that dream was to make history, and to make a name for himself. And he planned on doing that by being the first man ever to hold all the titles available to him on Slam. To become the first ever GrandSLAM champion, if you will. Now, when he won the tag team titles...... which he did pretty much single-handedly, might I add, it was glorious. Apart from some other guy who was there, who didn't really deserve to stand in the same ring as the Hutchmeister. Hutch grins at his little cheap-shot. Hutch: He also won the World Title from this man, so I guess that just proves who the best man really is, now, doesn't it? But that isn't where this story takes place. No, this story takes place around a little place called "Extreme Chaos Championshipland." When Hutch wanted the Extreme Chaos Championship, there was one man who got in his way. For the purposes of anominity, we'll call him........ Captain Ginger, even though he's sporting a remarkably darker rinse nowadays. You may even recognise him! But it's not likely. Now, Hutch won the Extreme Chaos Championship from this man, and he did it fair and square, in a match, 1...2....3! But, of course this dirty little man attacked me after the match, and stole my.....sorry, Hutch's belt. Hutch shrugs. Hutch But that's all in the past. Let's skip forward shall we? The Championship Chamber. Hutch was well on his way to winning the World Heavyweight title, for a second time..... when jealousy over took this individual, and he attacked me, taking me out of the match by means that..... weren't entirely legal. That's why he is refferred to as an "asshole". And he has something I want. Something that, up until that Saturday, I was pretty much garanteed to win! Hutch leans into the camera. Hutch: But now, I guess, there's a wildcard. You see, Captain Ginger has some very powerful friends, who abuse their power. Almost like a penis extension, but you wouldn't catch me saying anything quite so vulgar, would we kids? Hutch flashes his shit-eating grin again. Hutch: Now, we have a deal with another man, who goes by the name of Bleak. Although I prefer to call him "Bland". Now, he's been put in this match, just because the "higher powers" are trying to make it harder for our hero to win the title. You see, our hero....... Hutch again places a hand on his chest. Hutch: WILL win the title, and WILL fulfill his dream. But as for now...... I have a plan. Be sure to tune in to part two, won't you kids? It's where this all gets interesting........ Hutch stands and leaves the set, but after a few seconds, sticks his head back into frame. He pulls his glasses down, so they're on the end of his nose, and raises an eyebrow, looking into the camera. Hutch: Now how's THAT.......... for a slice of fried gold? Hutch winks, and walks off the set. |
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