How big a leap do you wanna make, fam? [SHANKZ #2]
Nov 11, 2024 12:35:06 GMT -5
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Post by Cross Recoba on Nov 11, 2024 12:35:06 GMT -5
The rhythmic pounding of gloves into pads resounded in syncopated stereo. The gasps and sighs signalling a change in the ebb and flow of activity. The bellicose calls of encouragement rise above the House music across the boxing gym.
This gym was no different to many of those you’d seen worldwide. Its clientele distinctively working class. There was a token nod to the middle classes in a sparse corner, White Collar Boxing continued to serve as a bridge between a holiday park’s entertainment for children and the beginning of the pantomime season.
The camera darted through the array of boxing hopefuls as they loosened a series of jabs, hooks, and haymakers to a far less populous area. The ropes and canvas look like the boxing rings we see elsewhere but turnbuckle pads mark it out as a place for the grappler, not the pugilist.
In the centre of the ring, a trio of ladders stand about a foot apart. Sitting atop the middle one is the WUK Commonwealth Champion, AJ Shankz.
A look at the sweat pouring down from his hairline informs us that the workout was intense.
“Listen up, yeah? I hear that Psychotic Goth’s been gassing, playing up his hype game and spouting nothing but cap! You all saw what happened at the Battle of Britain, I planted him into the mat and when I made that cover it wasn’t a case of ‘if’ but when that bell would ring, fam! He keeps on telling everyone how close he came like he did when he faced off against Donzig for the X*Crown, cuz and it’s nothing but a wasteman gassing himself up!”
Taking a moment, Shankz nods off-camera before resuming.
“Goth, this match? It’s long for you, bruv. You see, I’m fair, but when you’re running your mouth and chatting shit that isn’t true, I’m gonna call you on it! If walking from a pub to another pub is a ‘crawl’, fam, then you’d never survive here. I got slapped down by the Network for featuring a bottle of coke in the shot, blud!”
We hear something strike the ladder and Shankz looks momentarily unsteady. Shankz swings a leg off the ladder and waits as it falls before leaping and landing on the next ladder. The gap between the two remaining ladders is now wider than when there were three.
“You get something like that wrong, you start wondering what else you might miss, fam. Maybe man’s taking things for granted, maybe man’s not doing his homework, and maybe man’s forgetting that I don’t need to challenge for the Commonwealth title…I OWN THE COMMONWEALTH TITLE!”
The raised voice seems to have travelled across the gym, the volley of punches falling by audio than moments before.
“You challenge for this, I own it! You get to be in the same ring as it because I said ‘’low that!’ Your whole appearance in the ring, fam, is to see what you learnt last time out and so far? I’m not telling my bredren to put money on you winning. Man should be looking at what cost him last time out, but you want to tell me that this title is yours? Jheez! Man’s totally deluded, fam!”
We hear the fallen ladder being removed from the ring, followed by the sounds of at least two people rolling into the ring. Moments later, new audio comes in the form of near-synchronised pairs of feet pounding the canvas from one side to the other.
“Normally, bruv, I’d be saying at least you’re out there trying to rise your own stock up compared to the third man but Slam? He’s nothing but a ghost here and he still seems the sane man! Maybe he did his homework, realized that man here with the belt put his name on the map when he beat out a dozen others in a ladder match? You call it your match, Goth, but you’ve flashed your gat, bruv! I know that you’re the same pagan who stepped in the ring with me at the 02 Arena. Slam? Man’s a mystery. He can fight but was I wowed with what I saw in the Battle Royale? Nah, cuz. He might come from some wrestling royalty but what’d he show last time out? That he might have history in the ring over me but he’s eclipsed by his own sister. He got taken out like a pussio in that match, even the fish in the Thames knew that Drake was gunning for him but he didn’t have a pattern, no plan for that man!”
The sound of steps stops and we hear stereo grunts as they connect with the ladder Shankz is atop. The collapse of this ladder is far more sudden, AJ times it and leaps but this one is not so smooth. He gets a foot and a single clasp on the sole remaining ladder and just about keeps it from taking him with the impact as he steadies it.
“When man doesn’t have a plan for what he knows coming, what hope does he have when he faces someone like me? He might be cunning, he might have history in the sport but I’mma say that he’s going after you, Goth. Man knows he doesn’t have to beat me to win the match and you’re someone he most likely knows better. I can play that game too, Slam, say less! You want to take down Goth? I’ll pick you off when you’ve done all the work on Goth like a joker, fam!”
We see a man standing on the top turnbuckle. They leap, sending the ladder down to the floor. Shankz leaps one last time and rolls through as he hits the canvas.
“You two are pagans, I’m the King of the Commonwealth in WUK and the King has a message…this belt will be back in this country before your flight home has even taken off!”
This gym was no different to many of those you’d seen worldwide. Its clientele distinctively working class. There was a token nod to the middle classes in a sparse corner, White Collar Boxing continued to serve as a bridge between a holiday park’s entertainment for children and the beginning of the pantomime season.
The camera darted through the array of boxing hopefuls as they loosened a series of jabs, hooks, and haymakers to a far less populous area. The ropes and canvas look like the boxing rings we see elsewhere but turnbuckle pads mark it out as a place for the grappler, not the pugilist.
In the centre of the ring, a trio of ladders stand about a foot apart. Sitting atop the middle one is the WUK Commonwealth Champion, AJ Shankz.
A look at the sweat pouring down from his hairline informs us that the workout was intense.
“Listen up, yeah? I hear that Psychotic Goth’s been gassing, playing up his hype game and spouting nothing but cap! You all saw what happened at the Battle of Britain, I planted him into the mat and when I made that cover it wasn’t a case of ‘if’ but when that bell would ring, fam! He keeps on telling everyone how close he came like he did when he faced off against Donzig for the X*Crown, cuz and it’s nothing but a wasteman gassing himself up!”
Taking a moment, Shankz nods off-camera before resuming.
“Goth, this match? It’s long for you, bruv. You see, I’m fair, but when you’re running your mouth and chatting shit that isn’t true, I’m gonna call you on it! If walking from a pub to another pub is a ‘crawl’, fam, then you’d never survive here. I got slapped down by the Network for featuring a bottle of coke in the shot, blud!”
We hear something strike the ladder and Shankz looks momentarily unsteady. Shankz swings a leg off the ladder and waits as it falls before leaping and landing on the next ladder. The gap between the two remaining ladders is now wider than when there were three.
“You get something like that wrong, you start wondering what else you might miss, fam. Maybe man’s taking things for granted, maybe man’s not doing his homework, and maybe man’s forgetting that I don’t need to challenge for the Commonwealth title…I OWN THE COMMONWEALTH TITLE!”
The raised voice seems to have travelled across the gym, the volley of punches falling by audio than moments before.
“You challenge for this, I own it! You get to be in the same ring as it because I said ‘’low that!’ Your whole appearance in the ring, fam, is to see what you learnt last time out and so far? I’m not telling my bredren to put money on you winning. Man should be looking at what cost him last time out, but you want to tell me that this title is yours? Jheez! Man’s totally deluded, fam!”
We hear the fallen ladder being removed from the ring, followed by the sounds of at least two people rolling into the ring. Moments later, new audio comes in the form of near-synchronised pairs of feet pounding the canvas from one side to the other.
“Normally, bruv, I’d be saying at least you’re out there trying to rise your own stock up compared to the third man but Slam? He’s nothing but a ghost here and he still seems the sane man! Maybe he did his homework, realized that man here with the belt put his name on the map when he beat out a dozen others in a ladder match? You call it your match, Goth, but you’ve flashed your gat, bruv! I know that you’re the same pagan who stepped in the ring with me at the 02 Arena. Slam? Man’s a mystery. He can fight but was I wowed with what I saw in the Battle Royale? Nah, cuz. He might come from some wrestling royalty but what’d he show last time out? That he might have history in the ring over me but he’s eclipsed by his own sister. He got taken out like a pussio in that match, even the fish in the Thames knew that Drake was gunning for him but he didn’t have a pattern, no plan for that man!”
The sound of steps stops and we hear stereo grunts as they connect with the ladder Shankz is atop. The collapse of this ladder is far more sudden, AJ times it and leaps but this one is not so smooth. He gets a foot and a single clasp on the sole remaining ladder and just about keeps it from taking him with the impact as he steadies it.
“When man doesn’t have a plan for what he knows coming, what hope does he have when he faces someone like me? He might be cunning, he might have history in the sport but I’mma say that he’s going after you, Goth. Man knows he doesn’t have to beat me to win the match and you’re someone he most likely knows better. I can play that game too, Slam, say less! You want to take down Goth? I’ll pick you off when you’ve done all the work on Goth like a joker, fam!”
We see a man standing on the top turnbuckle. They leap, sending the ladder down to the floor. Shankz leaps one last time and rolls through as he hits the canvas.
“You two are pagans, I’m the King of the Commonwealth in WUK and the King has a message…this belt will be back in this country before your flight home has even taken off!”
