Post by Hano Eiyu on Dec 23, 2011 0:11:44 GMT -5
The scene starts with Joel Hall in an alley. He was wearing a black shirt, dark blue jeans and black shoes.. The atmosphere was dark and murky as the place look pretty scary. Suddenly, the place turned out to be an underground club. Joel proceeds to enter as the bouncer lets him in. The place seemed pretty packed as a lot of people are here. Laughing, drinking and even being aroused by the strip dancers in the place. He tries to look for the bar as he needed a drink. He eventually finds it and meets the bartender.
Bartender: What will it be man?
Joel Hall: I need a shot of whisky mixed with rum and tequila.
The bartender goes and gets him the drink. Joel waits for him and looks around the place. He sees many thugs, prostitutes and druggies all over the place. Maybe it wasn't the right place to be. Finally, the bartender comes back with his drink.
Bartender: There you go.
Joel takes the drink and chugs it down.
Bartender: So, where you from?
Joel Hall: Out of town. I was passing by this place to get a drink.
Bartender: Well, I don't think this place suits you.
Joel Hall: What makes you say that?
Bartender: Look around you. Can you see what type of people are in this club? Not a healthy place, isn't it?
It was true. He could even smell the strong cigarette smell.
Joel Hall: I'm pretty aware of what the the dangers are in an underground club are. Why are you working here anyway?
Bartender: I'm in debt to the club owner. I'm working here because I needed a job to pay rent. This was the only place to work.
Joel Hall: Well, live and learn.
Bartender: Say, aren't you from UWA?
Joel Hall: Yeah. I am.
Bartender: I saw your match against Samuel Silas. Not your best match.
Joel Hall: That was because the b****** got lucky. He was lucky that it wasn't a hardcore match or else I would've knocked him out.
Bartender: Well, I can't say you didn't try.
Joel Hall: Yeah. But I'm certain that I'm gonna kick this guy's ass this time.
Bartender: Who?
Joel Hall: Some dips*** named Manabu Fujiwara. He thinks that he's all hard stuff and crap. God knows that if I beat him, I can get myself a title shot. But why does this f***er get a title shot anyway? He's a goddamn jobber! He may have technical skill, but doesn't know how to kick an ass properly. He can wrestle? He sucks at it. He's too slow to think of what moves he is trying to perform.
Bartender: Well, he actually won a match.
Joel Hall: It was because his opponent was weak. If he faced me in a match like this, he'll be in the EMTs in 2 minutes. Sure, I've faced guys like him who can make people tap out. But this guy's a joke. Taking him out is like child's play. When you're done playing with a toy, you play with another one. And I'm pretty sure that's what I'm gonna do. I'll make sure that he doesn't get repaired after I've made the damages to him. That could be his Christmas present. An ER kit.
Bartender: That's nice. You done?
Joel takes out the money and places it on the counter.
Joel Hall: Put it on my tab and keep the change.
He walks out and leaves the club.
Joel Hall: That jabroni is not gonna know what hit him.
Bartender: What will it be man?
Joel Hall: I need a shot of whisky mixed with rum and tequila.
The bartender goes and gets him the drink. Joel waits for him and looks around the place. He sees many thugs, prostitutes and druggies all over the place. Maybe it wasn't the right place to be. Finally, the bartender comes back with his drink.
Bartender: There you go.
Joel takes the drink and chugs it down.
Bartender: So, where you from?
Joel Hall: Out of town. I was passing by this place to get a drink.
Bartender: Well, I don't think this place suits you.
Joel Hall: What makes you say that?
Bartender: Look around you. Can you see what type of people are in this club? Not a healthy place, isn't it?
It was true. He could even smell the strong cigarette smell.
Joel Hall: I'm pretty aware of what the the dangers are in an underground club are. Why are you working here anyway?
Bartender: I'm in debt to the club owner. I'm working here because I needed a job to pay rent. This was the only place to work.
Joel Hall: Well, live and learn.
Bartender: Say, aren't you from UWA?
Joel Hall: Yeah. I am.
Bartender: I saw your match against Samuel Silas. Not your best match.
Joel Hall: That was because the b****** got lucky. He was lucky that it wasn't a hardcore match or else I would've knocked him out.
Bartender: Well, I can't say you didn't try.
Joel Hall: Yeah. But I'm certain that I'm gonna kick this guy's ass this time.
Bartender: Who?
Joel Hall: Some dips*** named Manabu Fujiwara. He thinks that he's all hard stuff and crap. God knows that if I beat him, I can get myself a title shot. But why does this f***er get a title shot anyway? He's a goddamn jobber! He may have technical skill, but doesn't know how to kick an ass properly. He can wrestle? He sucks at it. He's too slow to think of what moves he is trying to perform.
Bartender: Well, he actually won a match.
Joel Hall: It was because his opponent was weak. If he faced me in a match like this, he'll be in the EMTs in 2 minutes. Sure, I've faced guys like him who can make people tap out. But this guy's a joke. Taking him out is like child's play. When you're done playing with a toy, you play with another one. And I'm pretty sure that's what I'm gonna do. I'll make sure that he doesn't get repaired after I've made the damages to him. That could be his Christmas present. An ER kit.
Bartender: That's nice. You done?
Joel takes out the money and places it on the counter.
Joel Hall: Put it on my tab and keep the change.
He walks out and leaves the club.
Joel Hall: That jabroni is not gonna know what hit him.