Post by Hugo Goodman on Apr 5, 2024 15:08:56 GMT -6
"Come on up bebe! Come get some of the best gumbo of your life!"
Hugo says happily to a small homeless child before ladling her bowl with a serving of gumbo that contained enough hear to kill a pilgrim. Approaching from behind Hugo in the small improv field kitchen. Hugo himself is in a bright purple and gold suit, reminiscent of the LSU Tigers. Taurus is dressed to impress with a sharp tan suit perfectly tailored to his athletic frame.
"Pops, I appreciate that you're using your free time to run this sponsored food for the homeless event, but I don't think you're prepared for your match against Ace Sky."
"Aw hush puppy! That ain't no thing at all! That young lady Sonya was the kick in the rear I needed, you dig?"
Taurus sighs and shakes his head. Hugo keeps his attention on serving up perhaps the world's spiciest gumbo. A child accidentally spilt some onto the grass, and grass quickly died.
"I love that you can see the best out of a bad situation, but we can't let the people of Louisiana down with another loss here."
Hugo gave an acknowledging nod but shakes off the stakes.
"Maybe I beat Ace Sky like he owes me money- maybe that old dog pulls out some magic and has me down for the three count. That stuff don't matter bebe. Not really."
Hugo looks over to his son while also trying to serve gumbo to a homeless child. However, Hugo misses the bowl and instead ladles hot gumbo all over the top of a screaming child's head.
"This is what matters, son. Feedin' the community, bein' a shoulder for 'em when they need it. Your old man didn't stop the Weregator invasion of '84 by worryin' about every win or loss! That'd make us more nervous than a long-tailed cat in a room full of rockin' chairs. I'd rather play it cool, like my opponent, Ace Sky."
Goodman notices that his pot of gumbo is now empty so he picks up the large pot and walks away to get the fresh pot. Hugo's oldest son, Taurus follows after with his arms crossed across his chest.
"Folks say Ace is a smart-cat. Something like a 300 IQ or whatever? I don't even remember if I finished that test, the only time you can really measure a man by the numbers is their height, their weight, and how much they can pick up and put down, and bebe you know you can't out-think your way over a size and strength advantage. But you can out wrestle a size advantage. Maybe Ace goes for them fancy holds and chokes? Maybe I just crush him into the mat with a Jambalaya Bomb."
"Yeah but you also can measure a man by their age and your stamina is what hurt you last time. You should be in the gym working on your conditioning."
Hugo chuckles and nods his head over to the several pots of empty gumbo in the back.
"I got the heart of a lion, son- but I needed to shake off that work rust. I've been cookin' and servin' food since three in the dang morning. This is how I get better, this is how I get myself back into fightin' shape. I do it through love, I do it through servin' the folks I've always sworn to protect."
Hugo does take a moment to step aside and wipe his sweaty brow with a rag.
"Sky's an athlete, ain't no doubt about that, and I can count on that hippy fightin’ fair, but there ain't no Tae Bo class that'll get me in better shape than Ace, but I can remind myself that I can do hard work for as long as I need to if it's for the right reasons."
Hugo chuckles and looks out from the kitchen to the crowds of homeless families helping the burned child into an ambulance.
"I love this state. Louisana is where I was born, it was where I was raised, it was where I got married, where I had all six of my children, and Louisiana is where I'll get the first win of my career as a professional wrestler."
Hugo reaches over to his son and squeezes his shoulder.
"Taurus baby, I love you, but you gotta let your old man be a Goodman. I already know that I got the strength to catch a lightweight like Sky out of the air, and I got the size to crush him with a dive of my own- but I gotta do it my way. I spent too long sittin’ on my rear-end, at EPISODE #608 APRIL 8TH 2024 SPRING BREAK HANGOVER LIVE! from Independence Stadium in Shreveport, Louisiana-”
“Why did you say it like that?”
“I will win this match for the people of New Orleans, because that’s just what a Goodman does. Now come on bebe. Roll ‘up them sleeves, show off them muscles I gave yeah and help serve up your dad’s famous gumbo.”
Taurus sighed and conceded. The scene fades to black as taurus removes his coat and helps Hugo serve up more food for the local homeless crowd in New Orleans, Louisiana.
Hugo says happily to a small homeless child before ladling her bowl with a serving of gumbo that contained enough hear to kill a pilgrim. Approaching from behind Hugo in the small improv field kitchen. Hugo himself is in a bright purple and gold suit, reminiscent of the LSU Tigers. Taurus is dressed to impress with a sharp tan suit perfectly tailored to his athletic frame.
"Pops, I appreciate that you're using your free time to run this sponsored food for the homeless event, but I don't think you're prepared for your match against Ace Sky."
"Aw hush puppy! That ain't no thing at all! That young lady Sonya was the kick in the rear I needed, you dig?"
Taurus sighs and shakes his head. Hugo keeps his attention on serving up perhaps the world's spiciest gumbo. A child accidentally spilt some onto the grass, and grass quickly died.
"I love that you can see the best out of a bad situation, but we can't let the people of Louisiana down with another loss here."
Hugo gave an acknowledging nod but shakes off the stakes.
"Maybe I beat Ace Sky like he owes me money- maybe that old dog pulls out some magic and has me down for the three count. That stuff don't matter bebe. Not really."
Hugo looks over to his son while also trying to serve gumbo to a homeless child. However, Hugo misses the bowl and instead ladles hot gumbo all over the top of a screaming child's head.
"This is what matters, son. Feedin' the community, bein' a shoulder for 'em when they need it. Your old man didn't stop the Weregator invasion of '84 by worryin' about every win or loss! That'd make us more nervous than a long-tailed cat in a room full of rockin' chairs. I'd rather play it cool, like my opponent, Ace Sky."
Goodman notices that his pot of gumbo is now empty so he picks up the large pot and walks away to get the fresh pot. Hugo's oldest son, Taurus follows after with his arms crossed across his chest.
"Folks say Ace is a smart-cat. Something like a 300 IQ or whatever? I don't even remember if I finished that test, the only time you can really measure a man by the numbers is their height, their weight, and how much they can pick up and put down, and bebe you know you can't out-think your way over a size and strength advantage. But you can out wrestle a size advantage. Maybe Ace goes for them fancy holds and chokes? Maybe I just crush him into the mat with a Jambalaya Bomb."
"Yeah but you also can measure a man by their age and your stamina is what hurt you last time. You should be in the gym working on your conditioning."
Hugo chuckles and nods his head over to the several pots of empty gumbo in the back.
"I got the heart of a lion, son- but I needed to shake off that work rust. I've been cookin' and servin' food since three in the dang morning. This is how I get better, this is how I get myself back into fightin' shape. I do it through love, I do it through servin' the folks I've always sworn to protect."
Hugo does take a moment to step aside and wipe his sweaty brow with a rag.
"Sky's an athlete, ain't no doubt about that, and I can count on that hippy fightin’ fair, but there ain't no Tae Bo class that'll get me in better shape than Ace, but I can remind myself that I can do hard work for as long as I need to if it's for the right reasons."
Hugo chuckles and looks out from the kitchen to the crowds of homeless families helping the burned child into an ambulance.
"I love this state. Louisana is where I was born, it was where I was raised, it was where I got married, where I had all six of my children, and Louisiana is where I'll get the first win of my career as a professional wrestler."
Hugo reaches over to his son and squeezes his shoulder.
"Taurus baby, I love you, but you gotta let your old man be a Goodman. I already know that I got the strength to catch a lightweight like Sky out of the air, and I got the size to crush him with a dive of my own- but I gotta do it my way. I spent too long sittin’ on my rear-end, at EPISODE #608 APRIL 8TH 2024 SPRING BREAK HANGOVER LIVE! from Independence Stadium in Shreveport, Louisiana-”
“Why did you say it like that?”
“I will win this match for the people of New Orleans, because that’s just what a Goodman does. Now come on bebe. Roll ‘up them sleeves, show off them muscles I gave yeah and help serve up your dad’s famous gumbo.”
Taurus sighed and conceded. The scene fades to black as taurus removes his coat and helps Hugo serve up more food for the local homeless crowd in New Orleans, Louisiana.
