Post by thefeelgood on Jan 23, 2013 18:36:07 GMT -5
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Learning the ropes
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Learning the ropes
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The scene opens up in a gym. In the middle of the gym is a wrestling ring, and all around the gym is typical exercise equipment. The lighting in the gym isn't of optimum quality, but it's just enough to not bump into anybody in front of you. Off to the right of the ring we see a muscular black man lifting weights on a lat pulldown machine. The cameraman gets closer and we can see that the man has seventy five pounds selected on the machine. He's pulling the bar down with ease and you can see the muscle definition in his arms and back stretch and tense with each rep. He's sweating profusely from his shining bald head when an older white man steps up behind him.
Five more.
The man pulls down five more reps, and lightly lets the weights back down to their resting place. He stands up from the machine and grabs a towel slung over the machine next to him, wiping his head, hands and most of his arms. He reaches out and shakes the older gentleman's hand.
Jackson Davis.
Ron Hough. I understand you want to be a professional wrestler.
Yessir.
Well, you're definitely built for it.
Jackson smirks and looks down at his stocky, yet toned midsection and looks back at Ron.
Know anything about the business?
Somewhat. Think I know enough to get started and not be lost.
Well, let's get in the ring and see what you can do.
The camera fades out, but quickly fades back in and we see Jackson and Hough in the ring. Hough is in ring gear now and Jackson is in his MMA shorts. Hough has Jackson backed up against the ropes. He whips Jackson off to the other side. As Jackson comes back, Hough drops down. Jackson hops over and continues on, hitting the ropes on the opposite side. Hough is to his feet and leaps up as Jackson returns. Jackson ducks under the leap frog and continues on into the ropes. As Hough lands and Jackson rebounds, Hough tosses Jackson across the ring with a Japanese armdrag. Jackson lands hard and grabs his back, but immediately gets back to his feet. He takes three steps back towards Hough who jumps into the air and plants both feet into Jackson's chest, dropping him to the mat with a dropkick. Both men get back to their feet, Jackson first, and he connects with a right forearm. He lands a second, a third, and then a fourth backing Hough into the ropes. He whips him off, and doubles over as Hough returns, but Hough slows down and delivers a vicious kick to the chest. Jackson stands, holding his chest but immediately twists and delivers a spinning clothesline, taking the wind out of Hough and knocking him to the mat. Jackson immediately grabs Hough's right arm, spins his right leg around the arm and drops to his back, putting Hough in a cross armbar. He wrenches and wrenches for about twenty seconds before Hough has to tap. Jackson lets go and gets to his feet. Hough rolls over, tending to his arm and Jackson walks over, helping him to his feet. Jackson leans down to look at the arm and Hough nods his approval, slapping Jackson on the back approvingly and leaving the ring. The scene fades out again.
As the scene fades quickly back in, we see the door to an apartment opening. Jackson walks in in his fight shorts and a hoodie. He drops the duffelbag slung over his shoulder onto the floor and hooks the keys in his right hand on a hook on the wall. He walks into the room and presses a button on his answering machine and it beeps, a mechanical voice letting him know there are no new messages. Jackson sighs.
What the fuck. Where you at, Layna?
As Jackson turns a corner into another room and closes the door behind him, the scene fades to