Post by Dave Holland on Jul 20, 2007 23:36:13 GMT -5
*We return to the darkness of an unknown countryside. Where this is no one can be certain but it's the same place we saw Dave Holland at earlier. He has joined two other men, presumably Johnny and Vince mentioned earlier. One is dressed in a plain black vest and trousers with a leather jacket. His hair is shoulder length and dark. The other is wearing a simple cotton shirt on blue jeans, his head completely shaven.*
Dave: Usual crowd tonight?
*The shaven headed man speaks*
Vince: Nah... Things have changed around here.
Dave: Get out of it, nothing ever changes around here.
*The three of them start walking within the view of the camera. The camera follows them but leading the way at the same time. There's a light from behind the camera but the source is currently unknown.*
Johnny: It does. UFC crowd found out about this place and sent a load of their guys here to train up for the championships. A lot of the lesser members had to up and leave for their lives.
Vince: There's only a few of the original crew left. They'll all be glad to see you back.
Dave: I wasn't original crew, the original crew were all guys who saw Fight Club and got a little too into it.
Vince: Hey! That was a damn good film with a damn good idea!
Johnny: Besides.. you put, like, a million bucks into this thing.
Dave: Nowhere near that much Johnny.. just enough to find this place and kit it out. 100 grand if that.
*The camera circles around the trio showing an old gas station in the middle of nowhere. The pumps all appear operational and there is a man sat in the kiosk reading one of the various magazines on the racks of the shop... no not from the top shelf, that'd be just wrong. The trio continue.*
Dave: So the crowd's tougher than it used to be?
Vince: Tougher? Dave, these guys are all psychos! We don't even fight anymore!
Dave: ..... so no then.
Johnny: Joking aside, Dave, you should really consider changing your mind, these guys aren't your average joes who come to slug it out once a week to release stress. These guys are professional brawlers... or they think they are, and I'm not sure which is more dangerous.
*Dave looks to Vince who nods in agreement. Dave then looks back to Johnny who's just looking straight ahead. He takes a swig from a bottle of beer he randomly has in his hand. Dave turns looking straight at the buildingb as the camera switches to a side on angle so that each of their faces are level and just visible behind the one in front.*
Dave: Perfect. Get the keys.
*Johnny nods once before moving to the guy in the kiosk. He taps on the glass with his bottle and the guy sees him instantly knowing what he wants. The guy hands through a set of keys. Dave and Vince have carried on round the corner to a set of three doors, labelled 'Male', 'Female' and 'Disabled'. Johnny joins them and unlocks the 'Female' door which leads to a staircase underground. A safe cover as no woman uses gas station toilets and if one came along they'd just tell them to use the disabled one.
Music comes from below. Loud, noisy music, the kind you hear in clubs blasted at an incredible volume so nothing else can be heard, however in this case the shouting of a crowd can be heard. Dave's voice alongside those of Johnny and Vince is lost in the dark sweaty underworld of this fighting club. In the centre of the room is a large ring, literally a circular ring marked in chalk. Within are two men, one dressed only in a pair of 3/4 length shorts and one in black denim trousers. Both are drenched in blood but one looks fatigued whilst the other is grinning. The fatigued man lunges forward but is met with a roundhouse kick which knocks him stone cold. The music quietens as a man comes out and proclaims the victor.
The camera returns to Dave, Vince and Johnny.*
Johnny: You're absolutely certain about this.
*Dave just gives him a blank stare as he removes his coat and begins unbuttoning his shirt. Johnny shrugs and then raises his arm signalling to the 'ref' that a new fighter has entered.*
Vince: Ok Dave.. just remember.. you're just as professional as they are.. probably more so. I've seen no one as technically skilled as you nor anyone as god damn relentlessly stubborn. Just don't go getting too beaten up.. you still have a match sunday.
Dave: I know. Just make sure you're there for me in the aftermatch.
Vince: Aftermatch?
Dave: yeah. It's like aftermath but when it's after a match. I know these type of people and they don't know me like you and Johnny do. If I flatten one of their guys with little to no effort they're all going to want a piece.. and probably not one at a time.
*Vince pats Dave on the shoulder*
Vince: I hate it when this happens... but we've got your back.
Dave: Just hope Ragnal's the same.
*Dave rushes into the ring, now stripped down to his blue jeans alone. His toned body glistens in the latent humidity of this den of combat. His opponent steps in. A slim yet very musclebound individual. He spins around practicing some kicks before practicing a flurry of punches as his name is called out, the crowd cheering at the same time.
The 'ref' signals for the fight to start and Dave offers a handshake. His hand is taken and he is thrown to the ground with a hiptoss. The crowd cheer as the opponent showboats. Dave gets up and wipes the dust from his face*
Dave: So that's how it's going to be eh? I was going to play nice... but you just awoke the demon.
*The opponent, not one for trash talking, goes for Dave with a series of punches. Dave parries each of them with a martial arts style however when a big straight punch comes in Dave grabs the wrist and pulls it past his face. Raising his other elbow he drives it into the man's throat, causing the man to stagger backwards as he temporarily chokes. Dave doesn't hesitate as he launches and connects with 'The Magic Touch' his version of the Superkick. The man flies through the air, dazing himself as he lands hard on the dusty concrete of the floor.
Dave grabs the man's head and plants it hard into the floor.*
Dave: SAY IT!
*The man stays silent so Dave once again plants his head into the floor. Dave shouts again with more venom*
Dave: SAY IT!!!
*Again nothing. Dave no longer gives chances and he plants the head several times into the floor, the man's blood spattering in a series of directions. The match is interrupted as two men from the crowd grab Dave's arms and drag him back, Dave shouting for them to let go. The 'ref' checks the opponent's condition which is unconcious to say the least. There's a hushed silence as he stands and turns to Dave... the camera changes positions... and that's where it stays.
For now.*
Dave: Usual crowd tonight?
*The shaven headed man speaks*
Vince: Nah... Things have changed around here.
Dave: Get out of it, nothing ever changes around here.
*The three of them start walking within the view of the camera. The camera follows them but leading the way at the same time. There's a light from behind the camera but the source is currently unknown.*
Johnny: It does. UFC crowd found out about this place and sent a load of their guys here to train up for the championships. A lot of the lesser members had to up and leave for their lives.
Vince: There's only a few of the original crew left. They'll all be glad to see you back.
Dave: I wasn't original crew, the original crew were all guys who saw Fight Club and got a little too into it.
Vince: Hey! That was a damn good film with a damn good idea!
Johnny: Besides.. you put, like, a million bucks into this thing.
Dave: Nowhere near that much Johnny.. just enough to find this place and kit it out. 100 grand if that.
*The camera circles around the trio showing an old gas station in the middle of nowhere. The pumps all appear operational and there is a man sat in the kiosk reading one of the various magazines on the racks of the shop... no not from the top shelf, that'd be just wrong. The trio continue.*
Dave: So the crowd's tougher than it used to be?
Vince: Tougher? Dave, these guys are all psychos! We don't even fight anymore!
Dave: ..... so no then.
Johnny: Joking aside, Dave, you should really consider changing your mind, these guys aren't your average joes who come to slug it out once a week to release stress. These guys are professional brawlers... or they think they are, and I'm not sure which is more dangerous.
*Dave looks to Vince who nods in agreement. Dave then looks back to Johnny who's just looking straight ahead. He takes a swig from a bottle of beer he randomly has in his hand. Dave turns looking straight at the buildingb as the camera switches to a side on angle so that each of their faces are level and just visible behind the one in front.*
Dave: Perfect. Get the keys.
*Johnny nods once before moving to the guy in the kiosk. He taps on the glass with his bottle and the guy sees him instantly knowing what he wants. The guy hands through a set of keys. Dave and Vince have carried on round the corner to a set of three doors, labelled 'Male', 'Female' and 'Disabled'. Johnny joins them and unlocks the 'Female' door which leads to a staircase underground. A safe cover as no woman uses gas station toilets and if one came along they'd just tell them to use the disabled one.
Music comes from below. Loud, noisy music, the kind you hear in clubs blasted at an incredible volume so nothing else can be heard, however in this case the shouting of a crowd can be heard. Dave's voice alongside those of Johnny and Vince is lost in the dark sweaty underworld of this fighting club. In the centre of the room is a large ring, literally a circular ring marked in chalk. Within are two men, one dressed only in a pair of 3/4 length shorts and one in black denim trousers. Both are drenched in blood but one looks fatigued whilst the other is grinning. The fatigued man lunges forward but is met with a roundhouse kick which knocks him stone cold. The music quietens as a man comes out and proclaims the victor.
The camera returns to Dave, Vince and Johnny.*
Johnny: You're absolutely certain about this.
*Dave just gives him a blank stare as he removes his coat and begins unbuttoning his shirt. Johnny shrugs and then raises his arm signalling to the 'ref' that a new fighter has entered.*
Vince: Ok Dave.. just remember.. you're just as professional as they are.. probably more so. I've seen no one as technically skilled as you nor anyone as god damn relentlessly stubborn. Just don't go getting too beaten up.. you still have a match sunday.
Dave: I know. Just make sure you're there for me in the aftermatch.
Vince: Aftermatch?
Dave: yeah. It's like aftermath but when it's after a match. I know these type of people and they don't know me like you and Johnny do. If I flatten one of their guys with little to no effort they're all going to want a piece.. and probably not one at a time.
*Vince pats Dave on the shoulder*
Vince: I hate it when this happens... but we've got your back.
Dave: Just hope Ragnal's the same.
*Dave rushes into the ring, now stripped down to his blue jeans alone. His toned body glistens in the latent humidity of this den of combat. His opponent steps in. A slim yet very musclebound individual. He spins around practicing some kicks before practicing a flurry of punches as his name is called out, the crowd cheering at the same time.
The 'ref' signals for the fight to start and Dave offers a handshake. His hand is taken and he is thrown to the ground with a hiptoss. The crowd cheer as the opponent showboats. Dave gets up and wipes the dust from his face*
Dave: So that's how it's going to be eh? I was going to play nice... but you just awoke the demon.
*The opponent, not one for trash talking, goes for Dave with a series of punches. Dave parries each of them with a martial arts style however when a big straight punch comes in Dave grabs the wrist and pulls it past his face. Raising his other elbow he drives it into the man's throat, causing the man to stagger backwards as he temporarily chokes. Dave doesn't hesitate as he launches and connects with 'The Magic Touch' his version of the Superkick. The man flies through the air, dazing himself as he lands hard on the dusty concrete of the floor.
Dave grabs the man's head and plants it hard into the floor.*
Dave: SAY IT!
*The man stays silent so Dave once again plants his head into the floor. Dave shouts again with more venom*
Dave: SAY IT!!!
*Again nothing. Dave no longer gives chances and he plants the head several times into the floor, the man's blood spattering in a series of directions. The match is interrupted as two men from the crowd grab Dave's arms and drag him back, Dave shouting for them to let go. The 'ref' checks the opponent's condition which is unconcious to say the least. There's a hushed silence as he stands and turns to Dave... the camera changes positions... and that's where it stays.
For now.*
