Promo: A Beginner's Touch

[Guest Powerplay]

September 25, 1986

 

“Come on, damnit! Move it! You want to even have a chance at winning, Will?”

 

The man is certainly pissed. He isn’t all that large, maybe 6 foot at the most, and His balding head is covered by a baseball cap with the stylized “D” of the Detroit Tigers. In fact, his young student is close to a head taller than the man. He wears a grey sweater with the words “Will Hearford” emblazoned in black lettering on the back of it. He glares at the younger man with intense blue eyes, and he yells at him again.

 

“Goddamn, you aren’t locking the move in quick enough. Flair would be rolling around in his grave if he saw the how long you took to lock the figure four in.”

 

The younger man, wearing his black half trunks and top, gets and steps away from the trainer who was helping him with the move. He gets up and looks at him with a confused face before commenting.

 

“Flair’s dead, Alley?”

 

“No, but by the time you locked in that move he would have been. And you make another smart ass remark and I’ll lay you out.”

 

It’s not going to happen anytime soon, judging from both men’s sizes, but Will backs off, always respecting his big talking trainer. He brushes some of his dull brown hair out of his face and watches as Alley walks over to the other trainer. He notices that a couple of the hairs have already made the transition from dull brown to light gray. Damnit, I’m already graying, he thinks as he watches Alley go over to the trainer and begins to execute a figure four leglock. Well, dad told me I would, just like the rest of the men in my family.

 

“KID! PAY ATTENTION!”

 

Will snaps to attention, and looks as Alley already has the hold it took him almost half a minute to do. Alley releases the hold and gets right in the face of the Will, pushing his finger right on his forehead.

 

“Look, you little bastard, pay attention! I don’t do this shit for my health, I’m doing this so you can win matches, damnit. You have potential, kid, but you’ll have to watch me to use any of it. I know you do that shit at the DA’s office, but when you are here you think about wrestling and wrestling only. Do you got that?”

 

Will nods his head quickly, and locks his thoughts onto the matter at hand. He watches again as Alley goes to work, bending the man’s leg around his own, bending it around into the “4” that gives the move its namesake. He quickly drops straight back with the man’s straight leg, completing the move in only a few seconds with an incredible fluidity through out it. He pulls back quickly, and the trainer begins screaming in pain and furiously taps the ground. The hold is released, and the trainer quickly grabs his knee as Alley gets back to his feet. Needless to say Will is amazed; he knew this guy was one of the best, but the speed he locked in that last move was unreal. The man is 50, he thinks, and he could probably beat half the gym no problem.

 

“Do you think you can do it this time?” Alley says, producing a stop watch this time.

 

“I think I can do it.”

 

He walks over to the downed trainer, who is still clutching his knee after Alley put him in the submission. Will goes over to the man and takes his leg. He moves as quickly as he can, bending the leg into the correct position and all, and finally getting the thing locked in again, complete with the trainer pain.

 

“12.94 seconds. Better, but not good enough.” Alley says shaking his head, and he points over to the trainer. “Tom, take a break. JIM! GET YOUR LAZY ASS OVER HERE!” Another trainer comes over, and Alley instructs him to lie down on his back.

 

“Again, Will. And move it this time, okay? I locked that thing in faster than spit, and your 25, damnit. When I was your age I could do these things all day to people, and you can’t even lock the figure four.”

 

The young apprentice concentrates for a moment, closing his eyes and going over step by step the deadly maneuver. He looks down at the trainer on the mat, and strikes. He dashes right to the man’s legs, bending the knee around like lightning, getting the “4”, and falling back with the trainer’s straight leg in hand. The trainer grunts in pain, but doesn’t scream like before.

 

“5.34. Respectable, but you’ll have to work on it. Now do some laps around the block, okay?” Alley points to the door and tosses Will his coat and sweatpants from his duffel. “Now move it! You’d better be back here in 5 minutes.”

 

Will quickly slips into his sweatpants, puts on his jacket, and takes a clipboard full of papers with him. Alley looks at him asks.

 

“What the hell is that, kid?”

 

“Oh, some legal briefs. I have a case coming up Monday and I have to be ready for it.”

 

Alley gives him a long look, then speaks.

 

“7 minutes, and don’t be walking! I don’t like people taking advantage of my kindness.”

 

Will gives him a nice smile and begins to run out with the clipboard in hand.

 

“Alley, it’s me. I’m the most honest lawyer you’ll ever know.” And with that he runs out the door into the cold fall air.

 

Alley watches the door for a moment, then calls the first trainer over again, gives a sly grin, and hands him a $5 bill. The man walks off limping, then realizes that Will is gone, and begins walking as nothing had happened to him. Alley gives him one final message: “Just remember to limp when the kid gets back, or I want the money back!”

[Secret Agent 0]

Ahh...some insight into the history of Judge Mental. Quite intresting and very good promo. 2 (Y)

[Guest Chuck Woolery]

Interesting, to say the least. How amusing it would be if you suckered one of the retirees into being Alley. Eh...

 

wishful thinking. Nice promo.

[Guest crusen86]

12 seconds for a figure 4? Bahaha.