Post by Fallindown on Dec 26, 2006 19:37:16 GMT -5
We set scene to a grimy little room with a flashing neon sign in the outside window. The well-dressed giant Greg Frazier, whom we know to be the operator of this event, is seen talking to a couple of colorfully dressed gentlemen. With the ok from them, Frazier makes his way to the basement of the establishment.
The basement is large, and a big portion of the floor is covered with wrestling mat. On one side of the non-mated area, a group of relaxed individuals sit, drinking liquor from the mini bar. They are the audience, and they are all very wealthy ( Leonard Hauser is among them.... But that's just a coincidence.)
[glow=red,2,300]Greg Frazier[/glow] ( To a female associate on the side) Where are the fighters?
Associate: Howdy. We're letting them use our bedrooms as locker rooms.
[glow=red,2,300]Greg Frazier:[/glow] Fine.... But where is our film man?
Associate: We don't know, exactly......
Cut scene to a small shack about half a mile away from the whore house. The Ghetto Jam is playing on stereo in the background.
We see a heavyset man in front of his bathroom mirror, putting gold caps on his teeth. He winks at himself.
When he's done, he brings the stereo and film equipment out to his Italian car, and drives off into the night. A few hit-and-runs later, we see him at the whorehouse.
He enters the building, and makes his way to the basement.....
Man: Hello everyone! Arnold C.J Asswhoopings, master camera-man, at your mother f---ing service!
[glow=red,2,300]Greg Frazier:[/glow] Well it's about time. The first two fighters are almost ready, and the richers are craving blood.
Arnold sets up the camera.
The wealthy men talk loudly.
Frazier mingles.
The referee, Big Joe Mcarthy, picks his nose in the middle of the ring.
Sal Orefish and John Evans make there way downstairs.
The crowd cheers.
Orefish and Evans assume opposite sides of the mat and go over shit with the ref.
Name: Sal Orefish
Age: 35
Height: 6-5
Weight: 220 lbs.
Country: Canada
Name: John Evans
Age:18
Height:5'10
Weight:177
Country:London,England
[glow=red,2,300]Fight One[/glow]
John Evans, the boxer with the troubled past, takes on Sal Orefish, the seedy Canadian kickboxer.
..............
The two fighters meet eachother in the center of the mat. Evans launches off a jab, but his larger foe slips it.
Orefish circles Evans with his hands held low. Thinking he has a shot, Evans sends a looping right hand towards Orefish, but that punch is dodged too!
Orefish reels backwards, creating space between himself and Evans, only to RUSH FORWARD WITH A FRONT KICK TO THE BODY!
Evans is hit square in the stomach, but that doesn't stop him from swinging Orefish into the corner. Now at close range, Evans launches some effective punches! Orefish retaliates with his own shots.
Clinching, brawling, slapping, dirty boxing goes on between the two. Fists clash, but no one gains a serious advantage. Orefish clinches Evans and gets dirty boxed. But with a clash feet, and a trip, the fight goes to the ground!
Orefish is on top! Riding Evans with all his weigt, Orefish launches a hard right hand into Evans' facial extremities! Evans is actually doing a pretty good job defending from the bottom, and he assumes the guard. Half a minute of the fight is filled with lay-and-pray action.
Evans is trying to push Orefish away by putting his hands on his mouth. Getting frusturated, Orefish bites Evans' hand, an illegal action!
The ref warns Orefish, but a short while later, Orefish bites Evans' forearm! The ref strikes Orefish and tells him to stop. Orefish is angry, so he stands up and shoves the ref!
A small riot errupts on the mats, as Evans stumbles up. Orefish bitch-slaps the ref while Frazier and some staff come out to break up the fight.
After it is broken up, Evans is allowed to wash his arm in a sink. As a penalty for the illegal action, the fight is restarted standing.
Evans is cleaned up and ready to go. The fight is restarted, and the fighters advance. With a strong anger inside of him, Evans flicks a quick jab, but then follows it up with an overhand right hand to Orefish's jaw! Orefish is floored!
EVANS RUSHES FORWARD AND SOCCERKICKS OREFISH! However, he walks a little too far, and has his foot grabbed by Orefish. Evans, however, will not let himself be tripped, so he leans down and starts upper-cutting Orefish's face!
Orefish, bleeding like hell and coughing, scrambles up and ties up Evans' arm. He catches Evans with a hard knee from a kneeling position! They both topple over with Orefish on top again.
Evans' is bursting with fury and tries to make his way out. Orefish is bleeding alot into Evans' face and eyes; he headbutts Evans.
Blinded, Evans gets on his stomach and trys to crawl out as fast as he can. He almost escapes, but Orefish grabs him in a rear naked choke. There's a long struggle, and in the final moments of consciusness, Evans trys to tap. He passes out mid tap.
Orefish wins! He rolls off of Evans, but does not get up. Coughing and bleeding, Orefish may have to be dropped off at the hospital.
The basement is large, and a big portion of the floor is covered with wrestling mat. On one side of the non-mated area, a group of relaxed individuals sit, drinking liquor from the mini bar. They are the audience, and they are all very wealthy ( Leonard Hauser is among them.... But that's just a coincidence.)
[glow=red,2,300]Greg Frazier[/glow] ( To a female associate on the side) Where are the fighters?
Associate: Howdy. We're letting them use our bedrooms as locker rooms.
[glow=red,2,300]Greg Frazier:[/glow] Fine.... But where is our film man?
Associate: We don't know, exactly......
Cut scene to a small shack about half a mile away from the whore house. The Ghetto Jam is playing on stereo in the background.
We see a heavyset man in front of his bathroom mirror, putting gold caps on his teeth. He winks at himself.
When he's done, he brings the stereo and film equipment out to his Italian car, and drives off into the night. A few hit-and-runs later, we see him at the whorehouse.
He enters the building, and makes his way to the basement.....
Man: Hello everyone! Arnold C.J Asswhoopings, master camera-man, at your mother f---ing service!
[glow=red,2,300]Greg Frazier:[/glow] Well it's about time. The first two fighters are almost ready, and the richers are craving blood.
Arnold sets up the camera.
The wealthy men talk loudly.
Frazier mingles.
The referee, Big Joe Mcarthy, picks his nose in the middle of the ring.
Sal Orefish and John Evans make there way downstairs.
The crowd cheers.
Orefish and Evans assume opposite sides of the mat and go over shit with the ref.
Name: Sal Orefish
Age: 35
Height: 6-5
Weight: 220 lbs.
Country: Canada
Name: John Evans
Age:18
Height:5'10
Weight:177
Country:London,England
[glow=red,2,300]Fight One[/glow]
John Evans, the boxer with the troubled past, takes on Sal Orefish, the seedy Canadian kickboxer.
..............
The two fighters meet eachother in the center of the mat. Evans launches off a jab, but his larger foe slips it.
Orefish circles Evans with his hands held low. Thinking he has a shot, Evans sends a looping right hand towards Orefish, but that punch is dodged too!
Orefish reels backwards, creating space between himself and Evans, only to RUSH FORWARD WITH A FRONT KICK TO THE BODY!
Evans is hit square in the stomach, but that doesn't stop him from swinging Orefish into the corner. Now at close range, Evans launches some effective punches! Orefish retaliates with his own shots.
Clinching, brawling, slapping, dirty boxing goes on between the two. Fists clash, but no one gains a serious advantage. Orefish clinches Evans and gets dirty boxed. But with a clash feet, and a trip, the fight goes to the ground!
Orefish is on top! Riding Evans with all his weigt, Orefish launches a hard right hand into Evans' facial extremities! Evans is actually doing a pretty good job defending from the bottom, and he assumes the guard. Half a minute of the fight is filled with lay-and-pray action.
Evans is trying to push Orefish away by putting his hands on his mouth. Getting frusturated, Orefish bites Evans' hand, an illegal action!
The ref warns Orefish, but a short while later, Orefish bites Evans' forearm! The ref strikes Orefish and tells him to stop. Orefish is angry, so he stands up and shoves the ref!
A small riot errupts on the mats, as Evans stumbles up. Orefish bitch-slaps the ref while Frazier and some staff come out to break up the fight.
After it is broken up, Evans is allowed to wash his arm in a sink. As a penalty for the illegal action, the fight is restarted standing.
Evans is cleaned up and ready to go. The fight is restarted, and the fighters advance. With a strong anger inside of him, Evans flicks a quick jab, but then follows it up with an overhand right hand to Orefish's jaw! Orefish is floored!
EVANS RUSHES FORWARD AND SOCCERKICKS OREFISH! However, he walks a little too far, and has his foot grabbed by Orefish. Evans, however, will not let himself be tripped, so he leans down and starts upper-cutting Orefish's face!
Orefish, bleeding like hell and coughing, scrambles up and ties up Evans' arm. He catches Evans with a hard knee from a kneeling position! They both topple over with Orefish on top again.
Evans' is bursting with fury and tries to make his way out. Orefish is bleeding alot into Evans' face and eyes; he headbutts Evans.
Blinded, Evans gets on his stomach and trys to crawl out as fast as he can. He almost escapes, but Orefish grabs him in a rear naked choke. There's a long struggle, and in the final moments of consciusness, Evans trys to tap. He passes out mid tap.
Orefish wins! He rolls off of Evans, but does not get up. Coughing and bleeding, Orefish may have to be dropped off at the hospital.
