Post by EZRA on Apr 7, 2010 11:41:06 GMT -5
The last we saw of our Fearsome Foursome, Xavier was making a mysterious phone call, asking someone to pay a visit to dear ol’ Zeke. Not pay a visit like Al Capone would of wanted, more like pay a visit just to make sure that Zeke’s little sex kitten, Scarlet, doesn’t mess up things more than she already has. Also, after missing in action for months and months, we learned the whereabouts of the Global Highlight Reel, Marek Daisuke.. or should we call him Jinsei? Seems like he got sidetracked on his search for his sister and some shady characters are aiding him in finding her. Who is this Cormac fellow and will our hero have a chance in beating him?
Stay Tuned, Bitches.[/i]
We open up to the dilapidated basement room that we saw Marek in before. The same sort of crowd is gathered like before, men and women in fancy suits and dresses along with the same man holding a microphone by his side while chatting it up with some of the folks. After the man finishes his conversation, he clears his throat and places the mic to his mouth as the crowd hushes down.. sort of.
Quiet down everyone. In just a few moments we will have the moment you have been waiting. Our visitor from Ireland shall be here and a great battle will ensue. It is going to be like Loch Ness vs Godzilla. Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you.. hailing from Armagh, Ireland. He is Cormac!
The crowd parts similar to they way it did in ‘Troy’ when Boagrius appeared. Out steps a Cormac, the Irish Behemoth. The man is riddled with tattoos with a massive scar running along the side of his neck, down his chest. He is wearing black boxing trunks with the word ‘IRISH’ emblazoned across the front in white writing and green stripes down the sides. Instead of boxing boots he is wearing combat boots and tape on his fists. He stands there silent as the crowd gives him a mixed reaction of cheers and boos. He cracks his knuckles as the announcer begins to introduce the next fighter.
And his opponent who we all know and love. Hailing from Ishikawa, Japan. He is ..
The scene fades to black momentarily before opening up to Room 13. The room that has been designated for Ezekiel as he recovers from his wounds. This is the best we’ve ever seen Ezekiel. No bandages or crazy tubes. Just scars. We see that the television is on and is currently play American Gangster. Ezekiel is spacing out but his head is directed towards the television. The door opens and in walks Dr. Ian Mavetti, Ezekiel’s new caretaker. He sits down in a chair next to Ezekiel and takes off his glasses.
“Mr. Pax, I have some unfortunate news.” Ian says, setting down his clipboard. “That horrible girl Scarlet has returned. She has been calling over the last few days. She has been saying that she is different now and would like to see you. I--”
Ian pauses abruptly as Ezekiel lifts his hand and sets it down on Ian’s. He softly squeezes his hand and manages to speak softly and in a raspy voice.
“It’s okay.” he says, as he swallows hard.
“Are you sure, Mr. Pax. She is the one who caused this damage to you yet you still want to see her?”
Ezekiel nods slightly and Ian sighs as he place Ezekiel’s hand back on the bed. “If that is what you want, I will allow it.” Ian gets up from his seat, puts his glasses back on and heads for the door. He opens the door and pauses in the door frame. “We are watching you, little girl. If you cause him anymore harm, there will be hell to pay.” Ian moves out of the door frame and Scarlet rushes past him and into the room. She scurries over and kisses his cheek before carefully climbing onto the bed and laying next to him.
“I missed you so much, Zeke.” she says, kissing him on the cheek again, seemingly unfazed by his scars. “I’m different now though. I’ve been a good girl and won’t hurt you ever again. I’m so sorry.”
She climbs out of the bed and sits down in the chair next to the bed. She does look different. She is dressed in a red tanktop and black jeans. Her hair is cut differently and she is actually wearing colors beside black, which is the wardrobe she had adopted since Zeke was injured. She also has a tattoo on her back now. Her hair is longer now so it hard to tell what it is. She takes the remote and flips off the TV.
“I am so sorry for what I did Ezekiel. My mind was polluted but I am different now.” She leans back and crosses her legs in the chair. “ I am not under Raenius’ control anymore, Zeke.”
She nervously plays with her hair, almost waiting for Zeke to respond. She sighs and places her hand in his.
“I know you can hear me, Zeke. The doctor even told me that you can talk a little now. Say something, Zeke. Please?”
She kisses Zeke’s hand a few times, waiting for his response. She lets go and gets to her feet and crawls back into bed with him.
“I’ll stand by you forever, Zeke. As long as it takes.”
We look from her to Zeke’s face and see that he has a slight smile on his face. Now the question is whether he is happy laying with Scarlet or if he is plotting against her. The scene fades once again back to Japan where we see Xavier sitting at a outdoor cafe talking on his phone.
“Look, D, all I’m saying is that that girl somehow conned her way back into the hospital room.” Xavier said, anger in his voice. “I just need you to go to Los Angeles and stay with Ezekiel until I get back. .. I know you don’t know him, but it’d be a big favor to me. .. Pay you? What for? .. It isn’t a babysitter gig, it’s doing me a favor like I just said. .. Fine, I’ll pay for your plane ticket and a rent-a-car. .. Yeah, I know that sounds fair. How soon can you get to Los Angeles? .. Alright, well I am on track with finding Marek so I might be back soon. .. Thanks, D. . Yup.. Bye.”
The scene fades as Xavier closes his phone and a waiter beings to take his order. We fade back in to the seedy underground fight club where we left off earlier.
The Son of Ishikawa, Marek Daisuke!
The crowd again parts as Marek quietly walks to the center dressed in torn pants and no shoes. He has one hand taped up. He stops around the center and bows to his opponent and then steps back into a fighting stance.
“My dear friend.. this is nothing personal.” Marek quietly said, keeping his stance, “and if you want to back out, there will be no hard feelings.”
Cormac’s eyes went big as Marek spoke those words and he let out a guttural scream as he charged him. Cormac swung out with wild right as Marek ducked and slid behind him, pummeling several times in the kidneys before Cormac could turn to face him. The crowd went nuts as Cormac swung another right as Marek ducked but he underestimated the big man’s quickness. As Marek goes to slid again, the big man’s foot shoots out, connecting with the right leg of Marek, knocking him to the ground. He quickly rolled onto his back as Cormac’s giant foot came slamming down, barely missing Marek’s head. He quickly kips to his feet and leaps with a backflip, trying to connect with both feet onto Cormac’s head. In midair Cormac, throws an elbow forward into Marek’s back, sending him flying onto his stomach. Marek shrugs it off and gets back to his feet. Cormac charges and tries to shoulder tackle Marek but Marek sidesteps and jumps onto Cormac’s back. He wraps one arm around the behemoth’s neck and uses his free arm to pummel him in the temple over and over. The big man stumbles around, thrashing at Marek, trying to get him loose. The big man goes down to one knee and seems to losing consciousness as Marek punches him again in the temple. Marek quickly jumps off Cormac’s back and stands in front of him.
“I’m sorry.” Marek quietly says as he jumps off the man’s knee and comes down with a massive clothesline to the man’s throat. The man crumples into a heap as Marek catches his breath. He gets to his feet as a hush falls over the crowd as all eyes are on the unconscious behemoth. Marek gets back to his feet and walks back through the crowd as the scene fades. A moment or so later, the scene fades back in as we see Marek back in his ‘locker room’. Just like last week, the door opens and in walks the promoter/announcer.
"That isn’t what was planned, boy." spat the promoter as he entered the room. ”It was supposed to be more drawn out. You were supposed to take a beating.” The promoter points at Marek in anger. ”You barely have a scratch on you.”
While the promoter was ranting, Marek was sliding his shoes on. He stood and calmly put on his jacket. “I am done. Tell me the info you have on my sister. My debt is paid now.”
The promoter begins to say something but Marek steps forward, leaning into the man’s face.
“NO! No more excuses! Take me to her or I will take you down right where you stand!” Marek is fuming as the man puts his hands up in protest. “I am not some dog that will just fight at the snap of your fingers. Take me to her.”
”Fine.” said the promoter. ”But you will need to be blindfolded.”
“Whatever gets me to her.” Marek replied.
The promoter reaches into his pocket and pulls out a cloth and hands it to Marek as the scene fades.
Stay Tuned, Bitches.[/i]
We open up to the dilapidated basement room that we saw Marek in before. The same sort of crowd is gathered like before, men and women in fancy suits and dresses along with the same man holding a microphone by his side while chatting it up with some of the folks. After the man finishes his conversation, he clears his throat and places the mic to his mouth as the crowd hushes down.. sort of.
Quiet down everyone. In just a few moments we will have the moment you have been waiting. Our visitor from Ireland shall be here and a great battle will ensue. It is going to be like Loch Ness vs Godzilla. Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you.. hailing from Armagh, Ireland. He is Cormac!
The crowd parts similar to they way it did in ‘Troy’ when Boagrius appeared. Out steps a Cormac, the Irish Behemoth. The man is riddled with tattoos with a massive scar running along the side of his neck, down his chest. He is wearing black boxing trunks with the word ‘IRISH’ emblazoned across the front in white writing and green stripes down the sides. Instead of boxing boots he is wearing combat boots and tape on his fists. He stands there silent as the crowd gives him a mixed reaction of cheers and boos. He cracks his knuckles as the announcer begins to introduce the next fighter.
And his opponent who we all know and love. Hailing from Ishikawa, Japan. He is ..
The scene fades to black momentarily before opening up to Room 13. The room that has been designated for Ezekiel as he recovers from his wounds. This is the best we’ve ever seen Ezekiel. No bandages or crazy tubes. Just scars. We see that the television is on and is currently play American Gangster. Ezekiel is spacing out but his head is directed towards the television. The door opens and in walks Dr. Ian Mavetti, Ezekiel’s new caretaker. He sits down in a chair next to Ezekiel and takes off his glasses.
“Mr. Pax, I have some unfortunate news.” Ian says, setting down his clipboard. “That horrible girl Scarlet has returned. She has been calling over the last few days. She has been saying that she is different now and would like to see you. I--”
Ian pauses abruptly as Ezekiel lifts his hand and sets it down on Ian’s. He softly squeezes his hand and manages to speak softly and in a raspy voice.
“It’s okay.” he says, as he swallows hard.
“Are you sure, Mr. Pax. She is the one who caused this damage to you yet you still want to see her?”
Ezekiel nods slightly and Ian sighs as he place Ezekiel’s hand back on the bed. “If that is what you want, I will allow it.” Ian gets up from his seat, puts his glasses back on and heads for the door. He opens the door and pauses in the door frame. “We are watching you, little girl. If you cause him anymore harm, there will be hell to pay.” Ian moves out of the door frame and Scarlet rushes past him and into the room. She scurries over and kisses his cheek before carefully climbing onto the bed and laying next to him.
“I missed you so much, Zeke.” she says, kissing him on the cheek again, seemingly unfazed by his scars. “I’m different now though. I’ve been a good girl and won’t hurt you ever again. I’m so sorry.”
She climbs out of the bed and sits down in the chair next to the bed. She does look different. She is dressed in a red tanktop and black jeans. Her hair is cut differently and she is actually wearing colors beside black, which is the wardrobe she had adopted since Zeke was injured. She also has a tattoo on her back now. Her hair is longer now so it hard to tell what it is. She takes the remote and flips off the TV.
“I am so sorry for what I did Ezekiel. My mind was polluted but I am different now.” She leans back and crosses her legs in the chair. “ I am not under Raenius’ control anymore, Zeke.”
She nervously plays with her hair, almost waiting for Zeke to respond. She sighs and places her hand in his.
“I know you can hear me, Zeke. The doctor even told me that you can talk a little now. Say something, Zeke. Please?”
She kisses Zeke’s hand a few times, waiting for his response. She lets go and gets to her feet and crawls back into bed with him.
“I’ll stand by you forever, Zeke. As long as it takes.”
We look from her to Zeke’s face and see that he has a slight smile on his face. Now the question is whether he is happy laying with Scarlet or if he is plotting against her. The scene fades once again back to Japan where we see Xavier sitting at a outdoor cafe talking on his phone.
“Look, D, all I’m saying is that that girl somehow conned her way back into the hospital room.” Xavier said, anger in his voice. “I just need you to go to Los Angeles and stay with Ezekiel until I get back. .. I know you don’t know him, but it’d be a big favor to me. .. Pay you? What for? .. It isn’t a babysitter gig, it’s doing me a favor like I just said. .. Fine, I’ll pay for your plane ticket and a rent-a-car. .. Yeah, I know that sounds fair. How soon can you get to Los Angeles? .. Alright, well I am on track with finding Marek so I might be back soon. .. Thanks, D. . Yup.. Bye.”
The scene fades as Xavier closes his phone and a waiter beings to take his order. We fade back in to the seedy underground fight club where we left off earlier.
The Son of Ishikawa, Marek Daisuke!
The crowd again parts as Marek quietly walks to the center dressed in torn pants and no shoes. He has one hand taped up. He stops around the center and bows to his opponent and then steps back into a fighting stance.
“My dear friend.. this is nothing personal.” Marek quietly said, keeping his stance, “and if you want to back out, there will be no hard feelings.”
Cormac’s eyes went big as Marek spoke those words and he let out a guttural scream as he charged him. Cormac swung out with wild right as Marek ducked and slid behind him, pummeling several times in the kidneys before Cormac could turn to face him. The crowd went nuts as Cormac swung another right as Marek ducked but he underestimated the big man’s quickness. As Marek goes to slid again, the big man’s foot shoots out, connecting with the right leg of Marek, knocking him to the ground. He quickly rolled onto his back as Cormac’s giant foot came slamming down, barely missing Marek’s head. He quickly kips to his feet and leaps with a backflip, trying to connect with both feet onto Cormac’s head. In midair Cormac, throws an elbow forward into Marek’s back, sending him flying onto his stomach. Marek shrugs it off and gets back to his feet. Cormac charges and tries to shoulder tackle Marek but Marek sidesteps and jumps onto Cormac’s back. He wraps one arm around the behemoth’s neck and uses his free arm to pummel him in the temple over and over. The big man stumbles around, thrashing at Marek, trying to get him loose. The big man goes down to one knee and seems to losing consciousness as Marek punches him again in the temple. Marek quickly jumps off Cormac’s back and stands in front of him.
“I’m sorry.” Marek quietly says as he jumps off the man’s knee and comes down with a massive clothesline to the man’s throat. The man crumples into a heap as Marek catches his breath. He gets to his feet as a hush falls over the crowd as all eyes are on the unconscious behemoth. Marek gets back to his feet and walks back through the crowd as the scene fades. A moment or so later, the scene fades back in as we see Marek back in his ‘locker room’. Just like last week, the door opens and in walks the promoter/announcer.
"That isn’t what was planned, boy." spat the promoter as he entered the room. ”It was supposed to be more drawn out. You were supposed to take a beating.” The promoter points at Marek in anger. ”You barely have a scratch on you.”
While the promoter was ranting, Marek was sliding his shoes on. He stood and calmly put on his jacket. “I am done. Tell me the info you have on my sister. My debt is paid now.”
The promoter begins to say something but Marek steps forward, leaning into the man’s face.
“NO! No more excuses! Take me to her or I will take you down right where you stand!” Marek is fuming as the man puts his hands up in protest. “I am not some dog that will just fight at the snap of your fingers. Take me to her.”
”Fine.” said the promoter. ”But you will need to be blindfolded.”
“Whatever gets me to her.” Marek replied.
The promoter reaches into his pocket and pulls out a cloth and hands it to Marek as the scene fades.
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