Post by Tommy "Southpaw" O'Malley on Aug 9, 2008 17:43:02 GMT -5
~Open Scene
The camera zooms out and follows a large shipping barge drifting slowly in the dark bay heading from the bay out to sea. The moonlight illuminated the screen as the camera zooms in to a lone man standing on the barge's deck, leaning on the rail. Tommy is smoking a cigarette on the ship and smiles as he knows the camera--the world is watching. The camera view changes to a camera angle that is on the deck of the ship, pointing directly at Tommy from the right. Tommy flicks his cig overboard, watches it drop, and then adjusts his black fighting trunks. He starts taping up his hands as best he can without assistance, and then throws the tape overboard and takes off his shirt and throws it to the deck of the ship, and then turns to a door that is brightly lit behind in the contrast to the darkness of night. The camera man follows Tommy Stares at the door, but doesn't open it. Instead he turns back to the approaching camera man.
Tommy "Southpaw" O'Malley: Behind this here door is a challenge that I've been lookin' fer. To prepare me fer the Brent Kersh Invitational 2008, I have to be on the top of me game. In order to be on the edge, I have to challenge meself and push meself. This probably is against something in my contract, but if Patrick Martin wants to penalize me, he can. I'm here to sharpen my skill and test me will.
Tommy looks through the window of the door in front of him and looks down a flight of steps that go down deep to the belly of the vessel. He fishes out another cigarette out of his pack and lights up, and then looks back at the camera.
Tommy "Southpaw" O'Malley: Hiro Tanaka. The Japanese snake-breeder. I can't wait to kick your arse. I 'm looking for a challenge, Hiro. I'll go to any length to find a good fight. Hiro, I'm looking for something. It starts with you. It starts with the you, and it goes to the final match in the tournament. I can't ignore you, Tanaka. but then again, I can't really be excited. You've had two matches in the TWD, Hiro. You've won both bouts, but at who's expense?
The sound of footsteps is heard behind the door and Tommy moves to one side of the doorway as a ragged and bloody man in trunks falls to the deck as the door opens.
Man: Out with ya. And don't come back until you've made back what you cost me tonight.
The bloody-faced man pulls himself to his feet and gives a confused look at the sight of Tommy and the cameraman, then comes back to the pain and it shows. He finds the railing and spits a mouth-full of saliva and blood. He continues to heave for breath and holds his ribs as he breathes. Tommy extends his freshly-lit cigarette to the man and he obliges.
Tommy turns back to the camera and ignores the man trying to regain his bearings.
Tommy "Southpaw" O'Malley: Kind of reminds me of my bout with Sampson Steele. He never really showed up for that fight. Sampson was there, but his heart wasn't. Raymond Jones, though, did show up with some fight in him--along with he rest of Juggernaught Ent. I won that bout, even though ray tried to stop the momentum I had, but just couldn't. He didn't have the drive to finish. Do you have that drive, Tanaka? This match will tell. Lets see. You fought Sampson, as I did. Not much of a test of will or strength. Let's be honest. You also had a match with--drum roll please--"The Angry Chef", Emilio Ramirez. Now, I don't know Emilio well, but from the matches I've watched in the TWD--and I do study all of me opponents--Emilio lacks that drive that takes you to the next level. I don't see it right now in Emilio, Sampson, and so far--Hiro Tanaka.
Tommy turns back toward the door and opens it. He briskly goes down the stairs and the cameraman follows and shakes the camera as he trails him. As they near the bottom floor, a thousand voices are heard as if on the New York Stock exchange. Men are holding cash and others are yelling out odds and pronouncing the challengers. "O'Malley" is heard in a loud, yet muffled tone. O'Malley look back at the cameraman and behind him the view reveals a large Indian in a steel cage in the center of the large room. Tommy puts a finger in the camera's lens and shakes it and motions for the cameraman to get lost. The cameraman backs up and then the screen fades to black, but the crowd's intensifying cheers can be heard. "O'Malley" is heard again with more clarity, and then the sound of the cheering crowd erupts.
End Scene~
The camera zooms out and follows a large shipping barge drifting slowly in the dark bay heading from the bay out to sea. The moonlight illuminated the screen as the camera zooms in to a lone man standing on the barge's deck, leaning on the rail. Tommy is smoking a cigarette on the ship and smiles as he knows the camera--the world is watching. The camera view changes to a camera angle that is on the deck of the ship, pointing directly at Tommy from the right. Tommy flicks his cig overboard, watches it drop, and then adjusts his black fighting trunks. He starts taping up his hands as best he can without assistance, and then throws the tape overboard and takes off his shirt and throws it to the deck of the ship, and then turns to a door that is brightly lit behind in the contrast to the darkness of night. The camera man follows Tommy Stares at the door, but doesn't open it. Instead he turns back to the approaching camera man.
Tommy "Southpaw" O'Malley: Behind this here door is a challenge that I've been lookin' fer. To prepare me fer the Brent Kersh Invitational 2008, I have to be on the top of me game. In order to be on the edge, I have to challenge meself and push meself. This probably is against something in my contract, but if Patrick Martin wants to penalize me, he can. I'm here to sharpen my skill and test me will.
Tommy looks through the window of the door in front of him and looks down a flight of steps that go down deep to the belly of the vessel. He fishes out another cigarette out of his pack and lights up, and then looks back at the camera.
Tommy "Southpaw" O'Malley: Hiro Tanaka. The Japanese snake-breeder. I can't wait to kick your arse. I 'm looking for a challenge, Hiro. I'll go to any length to find a good fight. Hiro, I'm looking for something. It starts with you. It starts with the you, and it goes to the final match in the tournament. I can't ignore you, Tanaka. but then again, I can't really be excited. You've had two matches in the TWD, Hiro. You've won both bouts, but at who's expense?
The sound of footsteps is heard behind the door and Tommy moves to one side of the doorway as a ragged and bloody man in trunks falls to the deck as the door opens.
Man: Out with ya. And don't come back until you've made back what you cost me tonight.
The bloody-faced man pulls himself to his feet and gives a confused look at the sight of Tommy and the cameraman, then comes back to the pain and it shows. He finds the railing and spits a mouth-full of saliva and blood. He continues to heave for breath and holds his ribs as he breathes. Tommy extends his freshly-lit cigarette to the man and he obliges.
Tommy turns back to the camera and ignores the man trying to regain his bearings.
Tommy "Southpaw" O'Malley: Kind of reminds me of my bout with Sampson Steele. He never really showed up for that fight. Sampson was there, but his heart wasn't. Raymond Jones, though, did show up with some fight in him--along with he rest of Juggernaught Ent. I won that bout, even though ray tried to stop the momentum I had, but just couldn't. He didn't have the drive to finish. Do you have that drive, Tanaka? This match will tell. Lets see. You fought Sampson, as I did. Not much of a test of will or strength. Let's be honest. You also had a match with--drum roll please--"The Angry Chef", Emilio Ramirez. Now, I don't know Emilio well, but from the matches I've watched in the TWD--and I do study all of me opponents--Emilio lacks that drive that takes you to the next level. I don't see it right now in Emilio, Sampson, and so far--Hiro Tanaka.
Tommy turns back toward the door and opens it. He briskly goes down the stairs and the cameraman follows and shakes the camera as he trails him. As they near the bottom floor, a thousand voices are heard as if on the New York Stock exchange. Men are holding cash and others are yelling out odds and pronouncing the challengers. "O'Malley" is heard in a loud, yet muffled tone. O'Malley look back at the cameraman and behind him the view reveals a large Indian in a steel cage in the center of the large room. Tommy puts a finger in the camera's lens and shakes it and motions for the cameraman to get lost. The cameraman backs up and then the screen fades to black, but the crowd's intensifying cheers can be heard. "O'Malley" is heard again with more clarity, and then the sound of the cheering crowd erupts.
End Scene~