SPC Femrite
League Member
[Darkness]
"Damian? What have I been telling you? I've told you once and I'll keep
telling you: you have to protect that damn leg of yours!"
"Yea boss. I know. I just thought..."
"Wait...did you just say think?"
[laughter]
"Yea. I guess I did. I forgot that I pay you to do that now."
"Good answer. Now listen to me. The guy is trying to break you down with
those kicks of his. I want you, the next time he fires one, come out quick
with a cross. If you hit him faster than he hits you, he'll stop thowing
those kicks. And forget about knocking this guy out! He's got a brick jaw
that just won't crack."
"Wanna make a bet?"
"Fighter's ready???"
"Yea."
"Go kick his ass!!!"
[[The bell sounds and the scene opens up...inside the home of Damian Stone.
We see Damian sitting at the table, looking upon the piles of paper that
seem to be stacking up. Echo is behind him, making a cup of coffee. On the
other end of the table there sits a title belt. It says "Mid-Missouri Open
Weight Champion". Damian is looking at the papers with a sense of foreboding
doom as Echo approaches with his morning cup of joe.]]
E: Here you go.
D: Thanks. I was hoping last night would have been a little bit better than
what it came out to be.
E: Hey, no problems. I'm still suprised you knocked that guy out though.
That was one helluva right.
D: It's not the one that you see that knocks you out. It's the other one
coming behind it that you don't.
E: Yea, yea. So, then, what do we say about that property tax increase our
lovely mayor gave us.
D: ......if it wasn't the car....
E: Was that the knockout punch?
D: It just might have been.
E: Look, dear. I know you want to stay here with us. I know that you're
having a hard time trying to find a job...hell, anything! And it isn't
working.
D: Yea. I know.
E: Damian, what about wrestling?
D: Wait...you just said wrestling? I thought you and I decided that was why
I was doing MMA. So I didn't have to wrestle over in Scotland somewhere
while you are watching our daughter!
E: Yea, well. Things are...well...looking grim to say the least.
D: You don't have to tell me anything about that.
E: [sits down next to Damian on his right] Look. I don't like it. You're
going to be missing so much while you are gone. But to have what we have
now...continue...we might have to let you go back into wrestling.
D: What about you?
E: I'd stay here and mind the...
D: No. Like I told you before. If I go...so do you.
E: Ugh. You enjoy making this difficult.
D: [laughs] Yes I do...
[[As a rain begins to fall outside, we see Echo and Damian laughing once
again. A slow fade comes across as suddenly, we hear Damian's voice again]]
"I know that I have done little. I wish to do more for my friends and for my
family. This here...just might be the only way."
"Damian? What have I been telling you? I've told you once and I'll keep
telling you: you have to protect that damn leg of yours!"
"Yea boss. I know. I just thought..."
"Wait...did you just say think?"
[laughter]
"Yea. I guess I did. I forgot that I pay you to do that now."
"Good answer. Now listen to me. The guy is trying to break you down with
those kicks of his. I want you, the next time he fires one, come out quick
with a cross. If you hit him faster than he hits you, he'll stop thowing
those kicks. And forget about knocking this guy out! He's got a brick jaw
that just won't crack."
"Wanna make a bet?"
"Fighter's ready???"
"Yea."
"Go kick his ass!!!"
[[The bell sounds and the scene opens up...inside the home of Damian Stone.
We see Damian sitting at the table, looking upon the piles of paper that
seem to be stacking up. Echo is behind him, making a cup of coffee. On the
other end of the table there sits a title belt. It says "Mid-Missouri Open
Weight Champion". Damian is looking at the papers with a sense of foreboding
doom as Echo approaches with his morning cup of joe.]]
E: Here you go.
D: Thanks. I was hoping last night would have been a little bit better than
what it came out to be.
E: Hey, no problems. I'm still suprised you knocked that guy out though.
That was one helluva right.
D: It's not the one that you see that knocks you out. It's the other one
coming behind it that you don't.
E: Yea, yea. So, then, what do we say about that property tax increase our
lovely mayor gave us.
D: ......if it wasn't the car....
E: Was that the knockout punch?
D: It just might have been.
E: Look, dear. I know you want to stay here with us. I know that you're
having a hard time trying to find a job...hell, anything! And it isn't
working.
D: Yea. I know.
E: Damian, what about wrestling?
D: Wait...you just said wrestling? I thought you and I decided that was why
I was doing MMA. So I didn't have to wrestle over in Scotland somewhere
while you are watching our daughter!
E: Yea, well. Things are...well...looking grim to say the least.
D: You don't have to tell me anything about that.
E: [sits down next to Damian on his right] Look. I don't like it. You're
going to be missing so much while you are gone. But to have what we have
now...continue...we might have to let you go back into wrestling.
D: What about you?
E: I'd stay here and mind the...
D: No. Like I told you before. If I go...so do you.
E: Ugh. You enjoy making this difficult.
D: [laughs] Yes I do...
[[As a rain begins to fall outside, we see Echo and Damian laughing once
again. A slow fade comes across as suddenly, we hear Damian's voice again]]
"I know that I have done little. I wish to do more for my friends and for my
family. This here...just might be the only way."