| Subject: RP2: New friends, old rivals... |
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John Taylor
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Date Posted: 21:16:12 02/07/02 Thu
Scene opens at what appears to be a high school gym. However, instead of having a high school game, there is a martial arts tournament taking place. The court has been taped with specific colors to signified ring sizes. There appears to be quite a crowd, despite the fact that most of the events are over except the final tournament. We see Taylor and Huntin up near the stands, but facing towards the ring area. Both are dressed in their gi, and just warming up.
SH: So, the final round, huh?
JT: Seems so.
SH: And the final two contestants are old buddies, right?
JT: Appears as much.
SH: Who happen to be representing the same dojo, who trained with each other, who have been nothing sort of arch-rivals for what appears to be forever?
JT: That seems correct.
SH: And the last time these two fought in a championship match has been nearly 10 years?
JT: I believe that's right.
SH: Destiny likes throwing a wild card in the game, doesn't it?
JT: Destiny is screwed up in its own little fashion. Sometimes it helps you when you want it, other times it just wants to see you suffer just to laugh at you.
SH: Just like you and that new girl meeting at the arena?
JT: Yeah, and I don't think she sent that letter.
SH: Who do you think sent the letter?
JT: You’re a suspect.
SH: Now, come on, man! You know I would never do something so childish like that.
JT: Yeah, whatever.
SH: Oh, I'm going to make you eat your words when we get in that match.
JT: Hey, don't forget who has the better win-loss record here?
SH: But unlike you, Mr. Wrestler guy, I've been in training constantly.
JT: Oh, now it's on!
Allison Kempt appears before them, wearing jeans and a button-down shirt.
AK: Ok, guys, you’re up. Any regrets? Somebody want to back up? You know, it doesn't matter which one of you two win, it's good for the dojo....uh, guys?
SH: You’re going to eat your words, John.
JT: Better get a crowbar, because that's what you’re going to need to open it.
They enter the ring, bow to each other, and just as they are about to engage each other, the scene fades to another scene. It's both Huntin and Taylor, back in Huntin's dojo. Huntin is holding an ice pack over his left eye, and Taylor is hold one on his forehead. Allison is seen sitting on a bench, looking disgusted.
JT: I want to know something.
SH: Yeah?
JT: Have we ever started a riot like that in any of our matches?
SH: None from memory. Of course mines still fuzzy from that hit by that wooden leg.
JT: So how the hell did we cause a riot like that?
SH: Maybe it's the intensity that threw us overboard, into the crowd, and thus got the crowd going. I don't think we are going to be allowed to be any tournaments for a while.
AK: I have never been so embarrassed before in my entire life!!! Because of you two, we destroyed a gym, most likely banned from any more tournaments, and given this dojo the worst possible name! How can you two allow your personal feelings get into that match? Especially the way you taught us not to let our feelings get in the way! I'm going home, I hope you two get your act straight and find a way to apologize to the organization so it won’t be so bad for us! I'm going to regret reading the paper tomorrow.
Allison gets up and walks out as Taylor and Huntin watch on.
SH: You think it's going to get into the papers tomorrow?
JT: I see it as getting free press, and probably more business, if we can let them know it wasn’t as bad as they thought it was.
SH: I'll make the call later. So what hit you?
JT: I'm not really sure. I think it was a brick, maybe.
SH: Who the hell brings a brick to a martial arts tournament?
JT: Somebody hoping for a riot to happen, which of course did thanks to us.
Silence follows. Sean then looks around a bit.
SH: You know, I think Allison was a little more angry about something else than the whole riot thing.
JT: Yeah, I got that from her, too. But I wonder what she was so mad about?
SH: Other than this, I'm not really sure. Maybe guy troubles and is venting it against us. Hey, remember when Rei would do that to us sometimes when we were back in Japan?
JT: Yeah. You and I would always get in trouble and somehow drag her along for the ride.
They both laugh out loud before stopping due to the pain.
SH: I guess I'll make a call later today to try and patch things up to make Allison a little happy. But I can just see the headlines now, "Two martial arts trainers cause major riot at local high school for personal reasons."
JT: I wouldn't say it's a major riot. It was contained in that gym. I'm just glad we got out of there before the police came.
SH: I think that would be more bad press for us.
JT: Of course I'm going to get a call from Ace later today saying "What the fuck were you thinking? Because of this you are giving the HWA a bad name, don't make me suspend you before the PPV but you might leave me now..." blah blah blah.....oh shit!
SH: What now?
JT: I have a date with Vanessa tonight. You think I'm going to like this after what happened today?
SH: Well, make an excuse or something.
JT: What excuse?
SH: Like "I'm sorry, but they moved the PPV to tonight, so I have to go tonight and whip ass so I can be the world champion."
JT: Like she's going to buy that excuse. "Oh, sorry dear, but Ace decides to move the PPV up to tonight so I have to go in there and beat everybody in that rumble so I can become the World Champion once again and take you out to better restaurants and get you better things." Dude, she's in college.
SH: I didn't know you liked them young.
JT: Going for her masters in psychology.
SH: I take that back. So she's really smart, huh?
JT: Yeah, very smart.
SH: Well, you know how women can be sometimes. So good luck, you'll need it. Well, I better make that call now.
Huntin stands up, but says "ow" as he does so and walks into the office. Taylor just leans against that wall, still in pain.
JT: Well, at least I made a bunch of new friends at that tournament.......that want me dead or something. Man, why can't I make any good friends that don't want me dead or something?
The scene fades to a PPV promo.
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