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Competition: Clash of the Disciplines: Eng. vs West.

Horse: WS Irish King
Rider: Richard Winchester

Class: Discipline Swap
Barrel Racing to Show Jumping

Stable: Casa Bonita Ranch

Sometime after the Beach and Monthly Show...

After an intense two days showing at Myrtle Beach for the AQHR Lights on the Beach show as well as the hectic day of the September Monthly rodeo, both Richard and King were expecting a spooky October to relax and catch up on some sleep. But quickly upon settling back down at the Ranch a phone was shoved into his face as he unloaded King, making him take a step back and softly bump the stallion. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the screen and when they did, he slumped, eyed Johnny, and exhaled.

"Another show? A discipline swap? You know I have a detestably low amount of experience with any English discipline and so does King." Richard swatted away the phone, returning to the task at hand yet Johnny pocketed the phone and pursued as the other man led the chestnut into the stable.

"I thought King was willing to accept any challenge. Or is that a fake statement? Are you giving me fake news, Rick? I think King would be badass at maybe like, uh, Show Jumping. Show them what those leggies do." They walked in silence as Richard thought over it, then ushered the horse into his stall. He did claim King was the horse to accept all that was put before him, something he coined when he was just a foal after how receptive the colt was to change and strange things. He closed the stall door then turned to face his husband, leaning against the wood.

"Fine. But if King gets even a scratch from this nonsense, it is your fault."

"Yes! Don't be a buthole, Rick. If Kellin and Cryptid can do this, so can you."

Richard gave King a pat on the neck and a nod goodnight before making his way with Johnny back to the trailer and truck. They made their way into the truck, heading away from the stables to the main plot where they parked truck and trailer in their usual spots then walked into the old white house where both flopped on the bouncy bed.

"So where is this competition going to be at?"

"Virginia."

"Again?! What is up with everything being over there." Richard brought his hands up to his face and sighed deeply into them. At least King liked traveling to shows, but his owner? Not so much. Yet he agreed to hold up to the phrase 'King is ready for any challenge'.

---

Over the course of learning about this competition and the day of, Richard had been spending time with his son Kellin and his steed, Cryptid , learning about the fundamentals of Show Jumping. Most of the training was spent bickering with each other which was better, both stubborn to their disciplines before they gave up and begrudgingly spent time actually training. It had been agreed King would only be trained with small jumps and leave the rest to surprise when they reached the course. The show just wouldn't be as fun if they didn't run the chance of seeing Rick fall on his ass.

When the pair were called to run the jumping course, Richard couldn't help the uneasy feeling in his stomach despite the jumps being simple in consideration of them only being beginners. To keep himself calm, he thought over the course and approached it with a technical view, something he acquired from enlistment. You couldn't be indecisive and uneasy on the battlefield. King reached the first jump calmly, more than likely trying to impress the mares with a fanciful gait and jump he tried to copy from what he saw his son, Cryptid , do during the course they had at home. Richard swallowed - Okay, not that bad; just need to keep this going seven more times. Unfortunately, this was easier said than done because as soon as a bit of distance was given between jumps King turned to his natural trait, speed. At the fourth jump the stallion was convinced this was a time trial, facing it with a good gallop into the leap and landing hard. Richard squeezed the reins tight, holding on for his life. He was definitely determined to not give his family the satisfaction of seeing him tumble like a fool. With a change of feeling, he held firm into the saddle and let King take lead albeit giving guidance when needed for direction.

Luckily they made it through all jumps clean, probably too fast for the English they figured, but that's why they favoured Barrel Racing - hell, any Western class was fine. King could test his power to his heart's content around those barrels, sliding like Richard did in his Challenger on the late night open turns of Corpus's Streets. Though both of them couldn't deny, jumping was very fun but it was better kept to the obstacles at home without any pressure - and the fences at home to King behind his rider's back. But of course Richard would only say to others, We just didn't want to steal our sons's spotlight in the Show Jumping ring. We have to give them a chance, at least.

As they exited the arena, cheer greeted them from their family and Johnny gave Rick a look only he could understand: Fun wasn't it? I told you so. He dismounted King, giving his husband a kiss and side hug for suggesting an arguably fun event, then began leading him to the trailer to retrieve the tack needed for the next class.
Word Count: 914

REFS USED:
Costume based off of Jax from Sons of Anarchy
Horse & Rider 1
Horse 2
Jump 1
Background 1

Description

Competition: Clash of the Disciplines: Eng. vs West.

Horse: WS Irish King
Rider: Richard Winchester

Class: Discipline Swap
Barrel Racing to Show Jumping

Stable: Casa Bonita Ranch

Sometime after the Beach and Monthly Show...

After an intense two days showing at Myrtle Beach for the AQHR Lights on the Beach show as well as the hectic day of the September Monthly rodeo, both Richard and King were expecting a spooky October to relax and catch up on some sleep. But quickly upon settling back down at the Ranch a phone was shoved into his face as he unloaded King, making him take a step back and softly bump the stallion. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the screen and when they did, he slumped, eyed Johnny, and exhaled.

"Another show? A discipline swap? You know I have a detestably low amount of experience with any English discipline and so does King." Richard swatted away the phone, returning to the task at hand yet Johnny pocketed the phone and pursued as the other man led the chestnut into the stable.

"I thought King was willing to accept any challenge. Or is that a fake statement? Are you giving me fake news, Rick? I think King would be badass at maybe like, uh, Show Jumping. Show them what those leggies do." They walked in silence as Richard thought over it, then ushered the horse into his stall. He did claim King was the horse to accept all that was put before him, something he coined when he was just a foal after how receptive the colt was to change and strange things. He closed the stall door then turned to face his husband, leaning against the wood.

"Fine. But if King gets even a scratch from this nonsense, it is your fault."

"Yes! Don't be a buthole, Rick. If Kellin and Cryptid can do this, so can you."

Richard gave King a pat on the neck and a nod goodnight before making his way with Johnny back to the trailer and truck. They made their way into the truck, heading away from the stables to the main plot where they parked truck and trailer in their usual spots then walked into the old white house where both flopped on the bouncy bed.

"So where is this competition going to be at?"

"Virginia."

"Again?! What is up with everything being over there." Richard brought his hands up to his face and sighed deeply into them. At least King liked traveling to shows, but his owner? Not so much. Yet he agreed to hold up to the phrase 'King is ready for any challenge'.

---

Over the course of learning about this competition and the day of, Richard had been spending time with his son Kellin and his steed, Cryptid , learning about the fundamentals of Show Jumping. Most of the training was spent bickering with each other which was better, both stubborn to their disciplines before they gave up and begrudgingly spent time actually training. It had been agreed King would only be trained with small jumps and leave the rest to surprise when they reached the course. The show just wouldn't be as fun if they didn't run the chance of seeing Rick fall on his ass.

When the pair were called to run the jumping course, Richard couldn't help the uneasy feeling in his stomach despite the jumps being simple in consideration of them only being beginners. To keep himself calm, he thought over the course and approached it with a technical view, something he acquired from enlistment. You couldn't be indecisive and uneasy on the battlefield. King reached the first jump calmly, more than likely trying to impress the mares with a fanciful gait and jump he tried to copy from what he saw his son, Cryptid , do during the course they had at home. Richard swallowed - Okay, not that bad; just need to keep this going seven more times. Unfortunately, this was easier said than done because as soon as a bit of distance was given between jumps King turned to his natural trait, speed. At the fourth jump the stallion was convinced this was a time trial, facing it with a good gallop into the leap and landing hard. Richard squeezed the reins tight, holding on for his life. He was definitely determined to not give his family the satisfaction of seeing him tumble like a fool. With a change of feeling, he held firm into the saddle and let King take lead albeit giving guidance when needed for direction.

Luckily they made it through all jumps clean, probably too fast for the English they figured, but that's why they favoured Barrel Racing - hell, any Western class was fine. King could test his power to his heart's content around those barrels, sliding like Richard did in his Challenger on the late night open turns of Corpus's Streets. Though both of them couldn't deny, jumping was very fun but it was better kept to the obstacles at home without any pressure - and the fences at home to King behind his rider's back. But of course Richard would only say to others, We just didn't want to steal our sons's spotlight in the Show Jumping ring. We have to give them a chance, at least.

As they exited the arena, cheer greeted them from their family and Johnny gave Rick a look only he could understand: Fun wasn't it? I told you so. He dismounted King, giving his husband a kiss and side hug for suggesting an arguably fun event, then began leading him to the trailer to retrieve the tack needed for the next class.
Word Count: 914

REFS USED:
Costume based off of Jax from Sons of Anarchy
Horse & Rider 1
Horse 2
Jump 1
Background 1