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| HeartAttackKid | May 13 2016, 11:31 AM Post #1 |
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The morning sky is gray. Cloudy, and the Sun hasn't reached its inevitable heights yet, so it's still dimly lit. In black sweatpants and a grey hooded sweatshirt with his EWA signature logo on it, HAK stands in the middle of a fenced-in area, dirt at his feet. It's probably about a 200 square-foot area, patches of grass here and there. His mask is in place, as you might've guessed from the fact that he's on camera, and he's never seen on camera without it. Walking in through a fence, closing it behind him, is Eagle Mask. He's carrying a canvas bag about the size of his abdomen. Its contents are moving. Heart Attack Kid: And what do we have here? Eagle Mask: So glad you asked, because I'm happy to cut right through the small talk of the morning. You see, we both heard from Sinclair just how FAST he is, right? With exaggerated movements, HAK responds with a mocking tone and his hands in the air almost like a silent movie helpless maiden. Heart Attack Kid: Oh, so terrible fast that I just don't know what to do! He's so fast, he says he's going to not even break a sweat with me! Woe, what terrible luck I have in drawing such an opponent in the second round! Eagle Mask: Right, like, Jimmy Johns fast. Even with the mask on, you can see HAK's eyes get huge. He's still goofing around. Heart Attack Kid: Seriously? I mean, I heard he was fast, but is Jimmy Johns actually sponsoring him? Because I know they say they're "freaky fast", and if what Sinclair says about himself is true, then he's probably "freaky fast" too, so the sponsorship would actually make a lot of sense... Eagle Mask: Yyyyyeah, I think they've got their sponsorship dollars tied up elsewhere, or else I'm sure they would've jumped at the chance. I mean, he's Kilminster's protege after all, right? Right. So what we have here today is Part 1 of your preparation to get you ready to face somebody who's "freaky fast". I'm going to get you to the point where you can catch greased lightning. He starts to move and then freezes, as something occurs to him. HAK cocks his head to the side, looking at Eagle Mask, then at the bag, then back at Eagle Mask. He points at the bag. Heart Attack Kid: Wait, do you mean to say...? Eagle Mask: Oh. Yes. Good luck. Without another word, Eagle Mask bends down and tips the bag over, and a chicken pops out. Immediately HAK hops into a crouched stance, waiting to see which way it moves, ready to pounce, knowing that he has to catch it. But it doesn't move much at all. It's not dead. From its small movements, you can tell that it's still alive. And there's the faint sound of some "bock'ing" noises or clucks or whatever sounds you can describe coming from an uncooked chicken, because, let's face it, most of us haven't been around a chicken which still has its feathers and gizzard in tact. Both masked men stand there, waiting, curious why nothing is happening. Why the chicken looks so calm. They stare for a moment, then simultaneously look at each other, and then back down at the chicken. After another moment of small movements from the chicken, Eagle Mask reaches down and plucks a feather from the chicken's hind quarters. Well that does it! The chicken lets out a squawk and starts running. Back in the readied position, HAK tries to anticipate the fowl's next move, and then he starts going after it. The chicken darts left, HAK darts left. The chicken darts left again, HAK darts left. He's almost got it! The chicken darts right, HAK darts left. Nimble on his toes, HAK keeps after it, literally, spinning around and taking quick steps. At one point, the chicken actually reverses course and darts backwards, going right between HAK's legs. This carries on for a good couple of minutes, until finally HAK hoists it up off the ground and puts it into the canvas sack, which he hands to Eagle Mask. Heart Attack Kid: Ha, nothing to it. Eagle Mask: It took you a little longer than I expected, but hey, you're not out of breath yet. He shrugs his shoulders and chuckles as he wipes his wrist across the side of his neck. Heart Attack Kid: Yeah, well, I did start to break a sweat, so, nobody's perfect. Eagle Mask: From the sound of things, Sinclair believes he is, so.... Round 2!! Tipping the canvas sack over, the chicken is once again on the loose, and HAK starts chasing after it. We get a video montage with Eye Of The Tiger playing in the background. Apparently Round 2 wasn't the last time during the outing that Eagle Mask would have The Heart Attack Kid chase the chicken. There's plenty of times where the chicken reverses course, and HAK's movements are getting quicker. At one point, he even does a cartwheel. HAK, that is, not the chicken. All in all, he caught the chicken eight times that morning. Heart Attack Kid: Not that this wasn't a whole lot of fun and showed me a few things about how to deal with "freaky fast" opponents, but what do you say we go get some breakfast. I was thinking... chicken and waffles? Eagle Mask: Ha, maybe later. We've got the second part of our day to get to, and with traffic, we might just be on time... HAK sighs, looks at the canvas bag, and then nods, and the duo walk off. Inside a dimly lit gymnasium, HAK is standing in the middle of a wrestling ring, with Eagle Mask standing right next to him. They're both looking in the same direction. Eagle Mask looks proud of himself, and HAK looks a bit dumbfounded. Heart Attack Kid: Help me out here... what am I looking at? Eagle Mask: Not "what", but "whom". The camera backs out and swings around to a wide shot, and we see three masked luchadors, all wearing white bodysuits, their hands on their hips. Their shirts read "FRC". Heart Attack Kid: Okay, so, who in the world is "FRC"? Eagle Mask: I'm not surprised you've never heard the names because they're still up-and-comers, but just like Sinclair, just because you haven't heard of them, doesn't mean they're not talented. Or fast. Heart Attack Kid: Freaky fast? Eagle Mask: You could say that, but only because there's three of them, and with three opponents, it doesn't matter how fast they are. His attention turns and looks over at Eagle Mask. Heart Attack Kid: Three of them? Eagle Mask: Yeah.... you can see all three of them standing there, right? Because if you can't, we can schedule you an eye appointment... Heart Attack Kid: Uh, I see them alright. And no, you didn't stutter... so I'm facing all three of them? Eagle Mask: Yep. They're the Free Range Chickens, and if you can fight all three of them at once, you can surely face the challenge of Sinclair, even if he is "freaky fast". Starting to take stock of the situation, HAK begins nodding, his eyes locked on his opponents. Heart Attack Kid: Right, so these Freebirds knock-offs are going to come at me, I fend them off, and then when I win, I'm ready for Sinclair. Eagle Mask: There might be a bit more to it than that, but you've got the gist of it. Heading over to the ropes, Eagle Mask exits the ring. Heart Attack Kid: I don't suppose we're doing this under handicap rules, are we? Eagle Mask: It wouldn't matter, they're heels, they would just double-team you anyway! Heart Attack Kid: Right, of course, with names like the Free Range Chickens, they must be heels... Eagle Mask: Here comes the opening bell! As HAK looks over to Eagle Mask, who is about to ring the bell, all three members of the Free Range Chickens rush in on the attack. Kid turns his attention on them just in time, and the bell rings to start the encounter. Seated on a bench, his gray HAK logo tshirt drenched in sweat, Kid looks into the camera. Behind him, the Free Range Chickens are just barely visible, squawking at one another, obviously in disagreement about something, as they collect their belongings. Heart Attack Kid: Wow, what a crazy day it has been already, right? Not necessarily the most traditional of training tactics, but I'll tell you something, Eagle Mask over there knows what he's doing. And I can say that because I've been working with the guy, off and on, for the better part of the past 15 years. He's an excellent strategist, motivator and trainer, so all of that stuff? I'm sure it's exactly what I needed to get ready for this match. For you, Sinclair. Slowly he starts nodding his head. Heart Attack Kid: The Almighty, Freaky Fast Sinclair. The guy trying to become the "new hotness", his head so far up his own ass, impressed by his mix of size and speed and skills and training team that he doesn't even care who his opponent is, or what I'm all about, or what I'm bringing to the table in this match. He barely even paid attention to what my first round "match" was. Because if he had, he would realize that there wasn't actually a match. Dietrich got attacked on his way to the ring. I didn't even have a shot to beat him, Sinclair. And so any bullshit you want to spew about me not being able to get the job done? It's just that, bullshit. He shrugs his shoulders and picks up his water bottle. Heart Attack Kid: Of course, you'd know that I'm perfectly capable of beating Dietrich if you knew much of anything about me. And your notion about the way I defeated Dietrich having any impact on the quality of how our match is going to play out, you've got it backwards. This just has me all the more rested for our match. And I think it maybe scares you a little bit, because I am so much more ready for this match than you thought I was going to be. Isn't that right, Sinclair? Because you're facing a super talented guy who has made a name for himself here in EWA by being a great performer, winning almost all of his matches. Taking your guy Kilminster to. the. limit. A smirk forms. Heart Attack Kid: And so you were hoping that Dietrich would maul me. And perhaps I'd even get caught up in the crossfire in the inevitable confrontation between The God Of Violence Johnny Napalm and Dietrich, and I'd catch another beating in addition to whatever Dietrich dished out. I bet you were salivating at the idea of them going back and forth, each trying to pummel me more than the other. Because even though I would have advanced in the tournament, I wouldn't be in any kind of shape to take on the future of this business, right? Now you get the opposite. He squirts some water into his mouth, swishes, and spits out half of it. Heart Attack Kid: Am I happy that I come out of a match with Dietrich completely unscathed as I move into the second round? You bet your ass I am, but make no bones about it, I was going to win that match. I was going to advance. Making it to the second round isn't the lucky part for me in all of this. I was always going to be standing here, ready to go, having advanced out of the first round. Think it's a fluke? You're alone in that. Even Kilminster will tell you that I'm better than Dietrich. And if you catch him in a very honest moment, he'll tell you that I'm better than you are, too. Lowering his water bottle, HAK holds up a finger on his other hand. Heart Attack Kid: Oh, but wait, wait, wait... that's right... You're The Man, and I'm just a "Kid", right? Closing his eyes for a moment, HAK just shakes his head in disappointment, then opens them again and lowers his hand. Heart Attack Kid: This is just a nickname, Sinclair. No one thinks of me as just a kid, because when they see me compete in that ring, they know that the skills and gameplan and execution that they're watching is something that only a polished veteran brings to the ring, but you don't seem to get that, do you? You don't, and maybe you never will. So what's going to happen is that you're going to be confused when our match is over, because you're downplaying what I'm going to bring to our match. You think you're going to just figuratively stomp on my toes and I'm going to go running for the hills. What a joke you are. You're so caught up in yourself that this awesome match we could have, you're playing yourself out of. You're doing both of us a disservice by not studying me as an opponent and doing everything you can to try to figure out how to beat me. All you keep talking about is how I'm not going to be able to beat you. Rest assured that I can, and I will. And how do I know that? Because I've been studying you. Because I've been preparing for you. Because I've been gameplanning for you. Not just how to impart my gameplan against you, but also trying to figure out how to counteract your strengths and the strategy you've shown in the past. Don't act like you know anything about my career, because you clearly don't. Don't talk about how I'm a sinking ship that's slowly taking on water and how I'm not built for long-lasting success or that I'm a candle burning out too quick, because kid, you don't have a damn clue what you're talking about, and you sound like an idiot when those words come out of your mouth. I'm sure Kilminster sat back, heard you say those things, and just shook his head. And if he knew who it was underneath this mask, if he heard the name, he'd smack you, tell you to wake the fuck up and take this seriously, because what I'm going to bring to this match, you clearly don't seem ready for. Not in the slightest. I don't have to impress people to try to convince them to keep me around, they're already impressed. I'm not the one who needs to find a foothold around here, I'm the one climbing that ladder, ready to take the next step. You can't see it, but you're young and dumb and don't seem to have a clue about how this all works, so just go on back to playing grab ass in the gym and looking at yourself in the mirror and timing yourself doing wind-sprints, and I'll be putting in the work needed to advance to the third round of this thing. Cool? Cool. At that, a voice calls out from across the gym, off camera. Eagle Mask: Hey Kid, how about we go get some of those chicken and waffles? Looking into the camera, smiling, and then turning around, HAK grabs his stuff, gets up off the bench and heads off, following Eagle Mask. The scene fades to pink and the scene is replaced by HAK's logo where he's wearing the mask that he typically wrestles wearing. |
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