Extreme Impact: Scene 10

Scene 10: Catching up with the MMA fight in Las Vegas, between the legendary 'Cranium' James Dobson, against the infamous rookie Albert Wilson, their continuation of exchanging blows are still quite an exhilarating sight to behold, according to the Western U.S crowd's roaring reactions. "YEAH!!!!" screams one spectator. "WHOOP THAT CRACKER SHRIMP'S ASS!!!!" The fight itself is quite the upsetting event, but in the greatest way possible.

"<GROANS HEAVILY> Damn, old man," Allen says while being hit with a big left hook across his face, making him a bit more woozy than before. "You recover quickly. That only makes it all the more important… for me, that is." "What're you babbling about now? Whatcha mean important?" James asks refutably. "Important for me… to do THIS." Allen trickingly answers, while getting in another formative fighting style.

James then stops and sighs annoyingly. "What're you up to now, son?" Saying this, Albert pulls his hands down by his side like he's holding an invisible crystal ball. "I'm about to show you… MY… FIIIRRRRRREEEEEEE…… FOOOORRRRCCCCEEEE!!!!" Following this, Albert throws his claw-formed wrists into James' direction, with a huge ball of flame flying out of them, then hitting James square in the torso.

After the blast, James is shown to be unconscious, lying flat on his back with his eyes closed. "Huh? I-I did it? Did I...actually beat him??" Albert asks himself while looking at his hands in apparant shock. The referee then rushes over for the countdown. "ONE!" he begins yelling after throwing his fingers in Mr. Dobson's face. "TWO!" the referee continues, while James is beginning to open his eyes.

With the crowd's roaring getting even louder than before, James then lifts up his right leg, sliding his right leg first lifting his knee, with the left leg to follow. "Well, well, well" he says while lifting his body up off the mat, shaking off the embers of Mr. Wilson's Fire blast. "It seems like we have a bit of an interest of secret weapons now, huh? Shit, why ya ain't just say so? " "WHAAATTT! But how are you even still awake after that!?!?"

"Look here son," James says. "If there's any reason possible that what you just did was what you thought it was gonna be…" James then cracks and stretches every bone in his body, while changes into a different fighting stance. "...then you sir ain't bout be seen coming back here no time soon! TIME TO END THIS!!!" James then slams his fists straight down through the mat with his head down & soon making the entire arena feel like it's an earthquake coming around, which is uncommon in Nevada.

"Oh my god! WHAT'S HAPPENING!?!?" yells a frightened female spectator. "I-I don't know. ITS LIKE A-A…" "EARTHQUAKE!!!!" screams two other spectators, with the rest of the audience screaming to the top of their lungs while heading for the nearest exit, trampling over each other. "Oh, hell's naw!" yells the referee, "I ain't get paid enough for this! Y'all on your on, Im OUT this bitch!!" he yells at Albert while running towards his nearest exit.

"DOBSON," Albert scaredly says."WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, DUDE!?!?" "About to prove a lil somethin' to ya." James tells him. "HOLD STILL!" Then, a giant crane-shaped hand pops up out of the side of Albert's right foot, snapping the lower tibula and fibula leaving him to bleed it out. Then another crane-looking hand appears behind Mr. Wilson to snap his left shoulder and upper arm bones, with a slight pluck.

"GAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!" Albert screams in agony while sobbing & squabbling around on the arena, while a quarter of spectators are being crushed by scraps and shrapnel of the building around them. "HaHAAAAAA!" James smugly laughs. "Now ya see that, boy? That'll teach ya ta play fair" "<SOBS> I-I'm… <BREATHES HEAVILY> ...I'm ~sorry~..." Albert says, whilst crying out for mercy with James walking across the arena unscathed. "Now, answer me this:" James says crouching down with a reaching hand and a concerned look on his face. "Would you forgive yourself to carry on? Even for your career?"

With Albert barely able to look straight, the look in his face seems to be a bit of a change of heart. The scene then ends with a fadeout of the destroyed arena filled with half of the audience of dismembered bodies.