Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2022 23:02:49 GMT -5
The scene opens to a different training facility, this one is less state of art, it's not all shiny and polished like the one belonging to Madame Wu.
As the camera transissions inside we find CJ Walker along with one coach and one sparring partner. There is no ring or practice octagon, it's the two fighters toe to toe, standing a thin canvas mat. CJ Walker avoids a right hook, then another, he side steps an over hand right and shoots in, dropping under a jab only to come up, successfully complete the go behind. He wraps his arms around his opponents waist lifts him and takes him down only to then begin raining down forearm after forearm into the back of the man's head.
The coach blows his whistle and CJ stops his assault and stands up. The sparring partner lays there a moment then behind to get up, by then CJ has gone to the cooler to get some water. He See's the camera and smirks.
CJ: "The Fatal Four Way is fast approaching and I know I'm ready. But that's the thing, are my opponents ready? They think they are but they aren't. Jack Ruby, he's probably never gonna be the same by the time it's over. Nathaniel, tough kid but I don't know if he can make it through what I've got in store for everyone. And Jester, you know a lot of people complain about how I get so many title shots, well Jester gets even more opportunities to become the number one contender. If he can't even win the qualifier, how does he expect to win the big one. Now seperately all are a tough night for anybody. But now I'm in the ring with all three. I can imagine if it were someone like Kid Diaz in my shoes... he'd have to stuff the toes with newspapers to make them fit but besides that he'd be infront if the camera pouring booze down his throat talking about 'Damn dawg, it's mad uncool how I have to fight three other guys at once. That's totally uncool bro.' and then he'd take his shirt off for no reason and flex. I don't care how in shape you are and how cut up your muscles look. All that strength isn't worth a damn unless you know how to fight. And I'm not talking about boxing lessons at the youyth center or YMCA. Now if you want to learn how to fight you have to just fight,yeah you'll get your ass kicked a few times butt then you learn, you learn how to dodge a punch after eating a dozen or two. You learn when to punch, then you learn that there is no such thing as a fair fight and you win by any means necessary. That's what I've got planned for Ruby, Nathaniel, and Jester. You see I smashed Kid Diaz's arm not to put him on the shelf but just to make him pay attention. You three, I have your attention so now I'm going to do such horrible things that when you wake up from your coma, I'll be the World fyou firvinnhChampion and you'll be beaten, battered, and busted up and bitter that I'm nonce again in the title hunt. And my Valhalla Yakuza will be waiting to make sure no one even thinks about trying to cause a disturbance. And my guys have their bhevorders, put down anyone one friend or for who gets in my way."
The camera begins to fade out as CJ goes to work on the heavy bag withs punches and kicks.
As the camera transissions inside we find CJ Walker along with one coach and one sparring partner. There is no ring or practice octagon, it's the two fighters toe to toe, standing a thin canvas mat. CJ Walker avoids a right hook, then another, he side steps an over hand right and shoots in, dropping under a jab only to come up, successfully complete the go behind. He wraps his arms around his opponents waist lifts him and takes him down only to then begin raining down forearm after forearm into the back of the man's head.
The coach blows his whistle and CJ stops his assault and stands up. The sparring partner lays there a moment then behind to get up, by then CJ has gone to the cooler to get some water. He See's the camera and smirks.
CJ: "The Fatal Four Way is fast approaching and I know I'm ready. But that's the thing, are my opponents ready? They think they are but they aren't. Jack Ruby, he's probably never gonna be the same by the time it's over. Nathaniel, tough kid but I don't know if he can make it through what I've got in store for everyone. And Jester, you know a lot of people complain about how I get so many title shots, well Jester gets even more opportunities to become the number one contender. If he can't even win the qualifier, how does he expect to win the big one. Now seperately all are a tough night for anybody. But now I'm in the ring with all three. I can imagine if it were someone like Kid Diaz in my shoes... he'd have to stuff the toes with newspapers to make them fit but besides that he'd be infront if the camera pouring booze down his throat talking about 'Damn dawg, it's mad uncool how I have to fight three other guys at once. That's totally uncool bro.' and then he'd take his shirt off for no reason and flex. I don't care how in shape you are and how cut up your muscles look. All that strength isn't worth a damn unless you know how to fight. And I'm not talking about boxing lessons at the youyth center or YMCA. Now if you want to learn how to fight you have to just fight,yeah you'll get your ass kicked a few times butt then you learn, you learn how to dodge a punch after eating a dozen or two. You learn when to punch, then you learn that there is no such thing as a fair fight and you win by any means necessary. That's what I've got planned for Ruby, Nathaniel, and Jester. You see I smashed Kid Diaz's arm not to put him on the shelf but just to make him pay attention. You three, I have your attention so now I'm going to do such horrible things that when you wake up from your coma, I'll be the World fyou firvinnhChampion and you'll be beaten, battered, and busted up and bitter that I'm nonce again in the title hunt. And my Valhalla Yakuza will be waiting to make sure no one even thinks about trying to cause a disturbance. And my guys have their bhevorders, put down anyone one friend or for who gets in my way."
The camera begins to fade out as CJ goes to work on the heavy bag withs punches and kicks.