Post by Hugo Conway on Oct 20, 2010 23:13:21 GMT -6
His eyes open and everything in small in the small cargo area of the plane is tinted by the foggy red light blinking above the door. The feeling of weightlessness already deeply overwhelming him, since before they loaded the plane.
After feeling the strong touch of the slap on the shoulder he received from an anxious and very well horrified Dutch, Hugo drags his head to his left. His uncle sitting there terrified, helmet askew and leaning over his wind goggles.
Dutch: I don’t want to do it.
Hugo: It’s to late to back out.
Dutch: It’s not to late until we’ve jumped out of the airplane.
Hugo: Dutch I need you to help set up the board.
Dutch looks at the woman sitting across from them also in wind breaking gear, whose holding a digital recorder.
Dutch: Why can’t she help set the damn thing up?
Hugo: She is filming it, she can’t hold the camera and set the board.
Dutch: I don’t want to jump out of an airplane!
Hugo: You don’t have a choice.
Dutch: Why are you even doing this? You have the biggest match of your life in a few days and instead of preparing for it we are jumping out of an airplane.
Hugo: I am preparing…This is how I prepare and stay focused.
Dutch: Well maybe it’s time you change certain practices?
Hugo: Just chill out Dutch there is no reason to flip. You’re about to be famous.
Dutch: I don’t want to be famous.
Hugo: You should know by now my spotlight’s to bright for one person.
Dutch: well maybe that’s your problem. You should be in the ring preparing, no spotlight or airplanes. Btu what do I know I am only your manager, right.
Hugo: At least on paper.
He gives Hugo a genuine look of disappointment.
Hugo: You know I am just kidding around. Where would I be without you Dutch? Probably some pretty bad places, same for you I think if you didn’t have around to keep you on your toes.
Dutch: yeah if you weren’t around I would be getting fat on my couch while eating potato chips and watching the Patriots.
Hugo: See Dutch, I’m you’re only source of any fun. We always thought you were the one keeping me alive, turns out it’s the other way around.
Dutch: If this is living then show me the line for dying.
The flashing red light turns green, Hugo reaches out and points to the door.
Hugo: I believe that line starts right there.
Hugo rises from his seat and leers at Dutch waiting for him to do the same. After a moment Dutch does the same. Hugo looks to the camerawoman with a huge grin.
Hugo: Don’t let him change his mind.
He grabs the equipment and nods Dutch to the door.
Hugo: You ready to make history?
They pull the hatch and the door is opened. Hugo lets the air take him. Dutch’s eyes grow wide. He ahs seen the kid sky dive before but never like this. He’s out to prove something this time. He takes a deep sigh and falls out of the airplane. The wind gust defining. The camerawoman follows him.
Dutch doesn’t even notice the ground miles below him. Hugo floats or falls over next to him and hands him the board. Dutch unfolds it as Hugo pulls out the battery operated Iron and wrinkly old pants. Dutch holds the ironing board in place.
The camerawoman is above them capturing their fall. Hugo places the clothes on the ironing board and irons away. Extreme Ironing a fad in the industry created by enthusiasts of the extreme to prove once and for all the precision of the task.
It takes more than being an idiot or a brute, jackass or a punk kid but a true athlete both intelligent and skilled with a prowess unmatched to challenge the extreme. They continue to fall, the giant mass of earth beneath them getting closer and closer by the second.
The camerawoman gets the shot of the ironing process and then Dutch and Hugo celebrate before pulling the shoot. Hugo carefully sets the ironing board on the ground as they land with a thud. Dutch is screaming not out of fear but out of joy. They have just conquered.
Dutch: Yes, oh man that was awesome!
Hugo: I told you it would be.
The camera still rolling.
Hugo: I am Hugo Conway and what you just witnessed was something special. That was the first time my Uncle Dutch ever jumped out of a plane. He was terrified but God willing we made it happen. That was my first foray into extreme ironing and I hope I made all of the enthusiasts proud…
You know this was also the first time I leaped form an airplane and wanted to be someplace else. The first time I realized that maybe just maybe this isn’t the best possible high in the world. It’s strange/ I have been doing this for so long but I was never bored by it.
Dutch: Who in the hell gets bored from jumping out of a plane?
Hugo: All I could think about was my match at the Road to the Gold pay per view. You know I was a participant this year, a first round loser and that hurts to think about but it hurts worse to know I blew a second chance challenge as well.
I’m not a sore loser, at least I try to as humble as I can. I am new to this sport. And it’s the only one that’s ever kicked my ass as much as I kick it. Lex Sense failed to take me out. Yeah he beat me but here I am ready to make a come back and get my ass kicked again. Despite the losses someone’s impressed by me.
This week I have been given an opportunity, a contenders match for the X title. All I can say is ****ing A right. what’s more appropriate for a guy like me? I don’t think there is anyone more suited for this match other than myself. The daredevil the risk taker and I do it all with a ****ing hole in my hear…
His knees go out, he falls to the ground clutching at his chest.
Dutch: Oh my god, call the paramedics.
He rushes to his nephew is almost in convulsions.
Dutch: Put the ****ing camera down and call the paramedics!
End part one.
After feeling the strong touch of the slap on the shoulder he received from an anxious and very well horrified Dutch, Hugo drags his head to his left. His uncle sitting there terrified, helmet askew and leaning over his wind goggles.
Dutch: I don’t want to do it.
Hugo: It’s to late to back out.
Dutch: It’s not to late until we’ve jumped out of the airplane.
Hugo: Dutch I need you to help set up the board.
Dutch looks at the woman sitting across from them also in wind breaking gear, whose holding a digital recorder.
Dutch: Why can’t she help set the damn thing up?
Hugo: She is filming it, she can’t hold the camera and set the board.
Dutch: I don’t want to jump out of an airplane!
Hugo: You don’t have a choice.
Dutch: Why are you even doing this? You have the biggest match of your life in a few days and instead of preparing for it we are jumping out of an airplane.
Hugo: I am preparing…This is how I prepare and stay focused.
Dutch: Well maybe it’s time you change certain practices?
Hugo: Just chill out Dutch there is no reason to flip. You’re about to be famous.
Dutch: I don’t want to be famous.
Hugo: You should know by now my spotlight’s to bright for one person.
Dutch: well maybe that’s your problem. You should be in the ring preparing, no spotlight or airplanes. Btu what do I know I am only your manager, right.
Hugo: At least on paper.
He gives Hugo a genuine look of disappointment.
Hugo: You know I am just kidding around. Where would I be without you Dutch? Probably some pretty bad places, same for you I think if you didn’t have around to keep you on your toes.
Dutch: yeah if you weren’t around I would be getting fat on my couch while eating potato chips and watching the Patriots.
Hugo: See Dutch, I’m you’re only source of any fun. We always thought you were the one keeping me alive, turns out it’s the other way around.
Dutch: If this is living then show me the line for dying.
The flashing red light turns green, Hugo reaches out and points to the door.
Hugo: I believe that line starts right there.
Hugo rises from his seat and leers at Dutch waiting for him to do the same. After a moment Dutch does the same. Hugo looks to the camerawoman with a huge grin.
Hugo: Don’t let him change his mind.
He grabs the equipment and nods Dutch to the door.
Hugo: You ready to make history?
They pull the hatch and the door is opened. Hugo lets the air take him. Dutch’s eyes grow wide. He ahs seen the kid sky dive before but never like this. He’s out to prove something this time. He takes a deep sigh and falls out of the airplane. The wind gust defining. The camerawoman follows him.
Dutch doesn’t even notice the ground miles below him. Hugo floats or falls over next to him and hands him the board. Dutch unfolds it as Hugo pulls out the battery operated Iron and wrinkly old pants. Dutch holds the ironing board in place.
The camerawoman is above them capturing their fall. Hugo places the clothes on the ironing board and irons away. Extreme Ironing a fad in the industry created by enthusiasts of the extreme to prove once and for all the precision of the task.
It takes more than being an idiot or a brute, jackass or a punk kid but a true athlete both intelligent and skilled with a prowess unmatched to challenge the extreme. They continue to fall, the giant mass of earth beneath them getting closer and closer by the second.
The camerawoman gets the shot of the ironing process and then Dutch and Hugo celebrate before pulling the shoot. Hugo carefully sets the ironing board on the ground as they land with a thud. Dutch is screaming not out of fear but out of joy. They have just conquered.
Dutch: Yes, oh man that was awesome!
Hugo: I told you it would be.
The camera still rolling.
Hugo: I am Hugo Conway and what you just witnessed was something special. That was the first time my Uncle Dutch ever jumped out of a plane. He was terrified but God willing we made it happen. That was my first foray into extreme ironing and I hope I made all of the enthusiasts proud…
You know this was also the first time I leaped form an airplane and wanted to be someplace else. The first time I realized that maybe just maybe this isn’t the best possible high in the world. It’s strange/ I have been doing this for so long but I was never bored by it.
Dutch: Who in the hell gets bored from jumping out of a plane?
Hugo: All I could think about was my match at the Road to the Gold pay per view. You know I was a participant this year, a first round loser and that hurts to think about but it hurts worse to know I blew a second chance challenge as well.
I’m not a sore loser, at least I try to as humble as I can. I am new to this sport. And it’s the only one that’s ever kicked my ass as much as I kick it. Lex Sense failed to take me out. Yeah he beat me but here I am ready to make a come back and get my ass kicked again. Despite the losses someone’s impressed by me.
This week I have been given an opportunity, a contenders match for the X title. All I can say is ****ing A right. what’s more appropriate for a guy like me? I don’t think there is anyone more suited for this match other than myself. The daredevil the risk taker and I do it all with a ****ing hole in my hear…
His knees go out, he falls to the ground clutching at his chest.
Dutch: Oh my god, call the paramedics.
He rushes to his nephew is almost in convulsions.
Dutch: Put the ****ing camera down and call the paramedics!
End part one.