Post by Cormack MacNeill on Dec 8, 2013 11:57:41 GMT -5
Scene opens in Jimmy's Gym, December 7, 2013
Cormack leaned against the ropes, sweat pouring from him. He's dressed in boxing shorts, and gloves to match, both plaid and both worn creased with age and use. Just like Jimmy. His wizened form is clad in black sweats, and he wears a set of target mitts.
Come on Mack, we've got to work on your foot speed. On your positioning. These opponents you got coming up are smaller, lighter, more technically sound than you are.
MacNeill straightened himself and began throwing combinations again, leaning into each punch with concentrated force. Jimmy slowly backs up and steps randomly side to side, causing Cormack to step forward as he throws, keeping him light on his feet as he tracks and strikes the focus mitts each time with a steady left, right, left combination.
That's more like it, stick and move. You think Diaz and Rhodes are going to stand toe to toe with you? Neither one is that stupid. Rhodes trained here, he knows what happens when you get a chance to set your feet and throw down. He's going to run you ragged. Diaz too. That kid can move.
Cormack backed up, ready to go through the drill again. But Jimmy shakes his head.
Not this time Mack. Let's switch off and do some heavy bag work. Let's get those big hands moving.
Both men leave the ring and head for the tattered heavy bag in the corner. The top is covered in silver tape, the center in black, the bottom in red. From the odd piece of torn canvas poking out here and there it seems that the tape isn't just for target practice. The chain holding it suspended shows a thick layer of rust. But both the chain and the taped bag shows signs of vigorous scrubbing.
Jimmy looks the bag over, spinning it on it's creaky mounting chain.
Nice job as always Mack.
Well, the cleaner the space, the more serious you are about your workout. Isn't that what you always told me?
Jimmy nodded with a smile. he pointed to the three colours of tape on the bag.
You know the drill Mack. Six shots, two in each colour, but no consecutive punches in a colour. Mix it up. Head, ribs, liver. Make him feel your intent, your focus, your force.
MacNeill throws his first combo, silver,red,black,red,silver,black, red. And he repeated the same combo four times, reach time rocking the heavy bag, and Jimmy behind it.
That's it Mack, just like the Edwards fight.
Mack stopped and smiled. The Edwards fight...
Fade out
Fade in, Montreal, March 4, 2008
Tyrone Edwards is dancing circles around MacNeill. It's a study in contrast. The jab, jab, cross, 'float-like-a-butterfly' style of Edwards versus the plodding, feet set 'pardon-me-was-that-your-liver' style of MacNeill.
But the lanky Edwards is catching two or three stiff body shots for every combo he throws at his opponents head. And it's taking it's toll on the speedy boxer. His midsection is several shades of bruised and it seems that every time he throws a cross he winces.
MacNeill for his part is bleeding through his nose, from his eyebrow, and looks like a christmas ham, black and blue and thoroughly tenderized.
It's just a matter of time before one or the other falls to their opponents strategy.
Edwards steps in with a vicious left-right combination that shakes MacNeill, staggers him into the ropes. Quickly seizing the advantage Edwards steps in and throws lefts and rights, pounding the head of his opponent, who has covered up, weathering the storm as best as he can.
Edwards sets his feet and delivers a right hook that would fell a buffalo, but it catches only air as MacNeill ducks under the blow and delivers a left-right combo to the ribs working his way up his surprised opponent, striking the chest, neck, head with straight punches, his arms working like pistons.
Edwards backpedals, raising his hands and wincing as blow after blow lands to his body, under the raised hands. He lowers his hands, but now moving so slowly that MacNeill has no problem throwing over them, pummeling his face, opening up cuts on his eyebrow and cheek.
Edwards takes a vicious shot to the chin and crumples like a rag doll. He tries to rise, but with no body to answer the brains call, he stays down for the count.
As the flashback fades out, we see a bloody MacNeill raising his arms victoriously
Fade out
Fade in, Las Vegas, Nevada, December 8, 2013
Hank Brown waits by the backstage entrance area at the MGM Grand for the WCF performers as they arrive for tonight's event.
Hank Brown: With only one more SLAM separating us from the ONE PPV, tonight should be an exciting show, with everyone trying to solidify their place and get the attention of Sarah Twilight. Here comes one of tonight's contenders for the US Title, Cormack MacNeill. Let's see if we can get a word with him.
Cormack MacNeill walked through the door dressed in his usual pre-match garb. A kilt, black wrestling boots, and a t-shirt. He had a gym-bag slung over his shoulder and he walked towards Hank, knowing that he'd have to say a few words before he went to prepare.
Hank Brown: Cormack! Can you spare a minute for the WCF fans at home?
Cormack: Of course Hank, always have time for the fans
Hank Brown: What are your thoughts going into tonight match with Ryan Rhodes and Jorge Diaz?
Cormack: Well Hank, I'm looking forward to a great match. Ryan and I have teamed together, we know what each other is capable of. And Jorge looks to be a talented competitor. That alone would make for an exciting match. But add in the U.S. Title and it brings it to another level. I'm bringing my A game, and I know Ryan and Jorge will be too. Now if we can just get Jorge to stop dancing, we should be set.
Hank Brown: I've heard a rumor that you aren't happy with some of the changes Sarah Twilight brought to the WCF. Care to explain?
Cormack: I've seen a lot of good wrestlers lose to opponents that couldn't fight their way out a paper bag because of this No DQ rule. I know Sarah is trying to generate interest, to stir up the pot so to speak, but there's got to be a better way.
Hank Brown: There has been talk in the backstage area that quite a few wrestlers are unhappy with the way things have been going. Care to comment?
Cormack: All I'm going to say on that Hank is that quite a few lads and lassies backstage should be wearing gold around their waist. The No DQ rule cheated them, and will continue to favour the untalented over the talented. Chelsea Black Armstrong and Ryan Rhodes are the only champions we have that don't bear a whiff of underhandedness.
Hank Brown: Any last words to your opponents?
Cormack: Ryan, I'm coming for that belt. I have a deep respect for you and your abiliies, and thats why I'll win it clean, or not at all.
Fade out
Cormack leaned against the ropes, sweat pouring from him. He's dressed in boxing shorts, and gloves to match, both plaid and both worn creased with age and use. Just like Jimmy. His wizened form is clad in black sweats, and he wears a set of target mitts.
Come on Mack, we've got to work on your foot speed. On your positioning. These opponents you got coming up are smaller, lighter, more technically sound than you are.
MacNeill straightened himself and began throwing combinations again, leaning into each punch with concentrated force. Jimmy slowly backs up and steps randomly side to side, causing Cormack to step forward as he throws, keeping him light on his feet as he tracks and strikes the focus mitts each time with a steady left, right, left combination.
That's more like it, stick and move. You think Diaz and Rhodes are going to stand toe to toe with you? Neither one is that stupid. Rhodes trained here, he knows what happens when you get a chance to set your feet and throw down. He's going to run you ragged. Diaz too. That kid can move.
Cormack backed up, ready to go through the drill again. But Jimmy shakes his head.
Not this time Mack. Let's switch off and do some heavy bag work. Let's get those big hands moving.
Both men leave the ring and head for the tattered heavy bag in the corner. The top is covered in silver tape, the center in black, the bottom in red. From the odd piece of torn canvas poking out here and there it seems that the tape isn't just for target practice. The chain holding it suspended shows a thick layer of rust. But both the chain and the taped bag shows signs of vigorous scrubbing.
Jimmy looks the bag over, spinning it on it's creaky mounting chain.
Nice job as always Mack.
Well, the cleaner the space, the more serious you are about your workout. Isn't that what you always told me?
Jimmy nodded with a smile. he pointed to the three colours of tape on the bag.
You know the drill Mack. Six shots, two in each colour, but no consecutive punches in a colour. Mix it up. Head, ribs, liver. Make him feel your intent, your focus, your force.
MacNeill throws his first combo, silver,red,black,red,silver,black, red. And he repeated the same combo four times, reach time rocking the heavy bag, and Jimmy behind it.
That's it Mack, just like the Edwards fight.
Mack stopped and smiled. The Edwards fight...
Fade out
Fade in, Montreal, March 4, 2008
Tyrone Edwards is dancing circles around MacNeill. It's a study in contrast. The jab, jab, cross, 'float-like-a-butterfly' style of Edwards versus the plodding, feet set 'pardon-me-was-that-your-liver' style of MacNeill.
But the lanky Edwards is catching two or three stiff body shots for every combo he throws at his opponents head. And it's taking it's toll on the speedy boxer. His midsection is several shades of bruised and it seems that every time he throws a cross he winces.
MacNeill for his part is bleeding through his nose, from his eyebrow, and looks like a christmas ham, black and blue and thoroughly tenderized.
It's just a matter of time before one or the other falls to their opponents strategy.
Edwards steps in with a vicious left-right combination that shakes MacNeill, staggers him into the ropes. Quickly seizing the advantage Edwards steps in and throws lefts and rights, pounding the head of his opponent, who has covered up, weathering the storm as best as he can.
Edwards sets his feet and delivers a right hook that would fell a buffalo, but it catches only air as MacNeill ducks under the blow and delivers a left-right combo to the ribs working his way up his surprised opponent, striking the chest, neck, head with straight punches, his arms working like pistons.
Edwards backpedals, raising his hands and wincing as blow after blow lands to his body, under the raised hands. He lowers his hands, but now moving so slowly that MacNeill has no problem throwing over them, pummeling his face, opening up cuts on his eyebrow and cheek.
Edwards takes a vicious shot to the chin and crumples like a rag doll. He tries to rise, but with no body to answer the brains call, he stays down for the count.
As the flashback fades out, we see a bloody MacNeill raising his arms victoriously
Fade out
Fade in, Las Vegas, Nevada, December 8, 2013
Hank Brown waits by the backstage entrance area at the MGM Grand for the WCF performers as they arrive for tonight's event.
Hank Brown: With only one more SLAM separating us from the ONE PPV, tonight should be an exciting show, with everyone trying to solidify their place and get the attention of Sarah Twilight. Here comes one of tonight's contenders for the US Title, Cormack MacNeill. Let's see if we can get a word with him.
Cormack MacNeill walked through the door dressed in his usual pre-match garb. A kilt, black wrestling boots, and a t-shirt. He had a gym-bag slung over his shoulder and he walked towards Hank, knowing that he'd have to say a few words before he went to prepare.
Hank Brown: Cormack! Can you spare a minute for the WCF fans at home?
Cormack: Of course Hank, always have time for the fans
Hank Brown: What are your thoughts going into tonight match with Ryan Rhodes and Jorge Diaz?
Cormack: Well Hank, I'm looking forward to a great match. Ryan and I have teamed together, we know what each other is capable of. And Jorge looks to be a talented competitor. That alone would make for an exciting match. But add in the U.S. Title and it brings it to another level. I'm bringing my A game, and I know Ryan and Jorge will be too. Now if we can just get Jorge to stop dancing, we should be set.
Hank Brown: I've heard a rumor that you aren't happy with some of the changes Sarah Twilight brought to the WCF. Care to explain?
Cormack: I've seen a lot of good wrestlers lose to opponents that couldn't fight their way out a paper bag because of this No DQ rule. I know Sarah is trying to generate interest, to stir up the pot so to speak, but there's got to be a better way.
Hank Brown: There has been talk in the backstage area that quite a few wrestlers are unhappy with the way things have been going. Care to comment?
Cormack: All I'm going to say on that Hank is that quite a few lads and lassies backstage should be wearing gold around their waist. The No DQ rule cheated them, and will continue to favour the untalented over the talented. Chelsea Black Armstrong and Ryan Rhodes are the only champions we have that don't bear a whiff of underhandedness.
Hank Brown: Any last words to your opponents?
Cormack: Ryan, I'm coming for that belt. I have a deep respect for you and your abiliies, and thats why I'll win it clean, or not at all.
Fade out
