Extreme Impact: Scene 8

Scene 8: As a fading close-up on a MMA match comes in and fades out to reveal 2 men dressed in their respected, traditional battle attire, - Albert Wilson facing up against his veteran opponent, James Dobson, - with the each other putting out blow by deflected, berating blow almost as if they've met by sparring before. "Hahaha!", Albert laughs. "Not bad, old timer! I mean-Uh!-there's only so much left-Ah!-to take in stride here-Dah!...if you know what I mean." Saying this so slyly while holding James' left hook in an overhead armlock, Albert flips and throws him down near the fence of the octagon, keeping him in an armlock in attempt to get him to tap out.

"Hah! Come on, ... give UP ALREADY!!" Struggling with every lat pull he could fathom while having clear dominance, Albert's face begins to turn color with the equal amounts of heavy breathing. But little to an immediate avail, James on the other hand tries a drastic approach: he forces himself to turn his body leftways on the octagon floor, slamming Albert square into the side cage by breaking his armlock, following a forced side roundhouse kick into the dead center of his chest, while getting back on his feet. "Let's go, youngin," James says. "All that shit talk ain't flyin' 'round too often when ya don't dish it out as you intended."

Gasping and panting for air, Albert has trouble with his vision, as what he sees that seems to be a bit blurry for a few seconds. "Oh p-p-please, oldie," he stammers while getting back on his feet. "Ungh! I was just… <COUGHS>! ...g-getting boiled up." Back in his fighting stance, Albert has a leaking mouth, nose and eye sockets full of blood, as he grins at James with impression. "<CHUCKLES> Yup, THATS what I'm tryna see! Let's back into it", says an excited James, as he shakes his muscles loose and gets back into his fighting stance. As the referee walks over, commence the next round, James extends his left arm for a quick handshake.

Albert notices, but says "Nah. That can wait after one of us wins...which will be me!" "Ok," James responds in slender remorse. "Just try not to get your hopes up too soon." The ref then waltzes over to start the next round, and the scene soon fades to a darkness fadeout, while both opponents clash once more with the echoes of the arena fades out.