Post by Gilbert on Jan 5, 2023 19:35:34 GMT -5
We open to it being dark outside and a dilapidated building, with Max Rotten and Gilbert staring up at it in wonderment. Max is smiling a sick smile and rubbing his hands together with anticipation. Gilbert however, is not..
The building is about the size of a large factory and as the light of the moon shines through the windows on the top floor, Gilbert looks up at them with apprehension.
Gilbert: Um…. Max what are we doing here? If this is the kind of place that you hang out at, I'm not sure that I want to have anything to do with it.
Max shakes his head and rolls his eyes. He puts an arm around Gilbert's shoulders, pulling him in close.
Max: Look, don't worry about it, just let me do the talking and you'll be fine.
Gilbert: But what is this place exactly?
Max: Just shut up and follow my lead, alright?
As the two unlikely heroes make their way around to the front of the building, the sound of heavy music can be heard from inside. Gilbert puts his fingers in his ears. Max looks over his shoulder at Gilbert and rolls his eyes.
Max: What are you doing?
Gilbert: What?
Max: What. Are. You. Doing?!
Gilbert removes his fingers from his ears.
Gilbert: Sorry, I couldn't hear you. I had my fingers in my ears. What?
Max: I said…. You know what? Never mind.
At the front of the building, Max hammers on the door and after a few moments the gap in the door opens.
Voice: What'chu want?
Max: It's me. Open up.
The door opens after a few moments and a large, heavy set man looks down staring at Max.
Man: What about him?
The man nods to Gilbert who is trying to hide behind Max, cowering. Max stares at the man and smirks.
Max: He’s with me, yeah? He’s cool. Don’t sweat.
Man: HE’S cool?
Max: I told you, he’s cool. Now hurry up and let us in.
Man: Aight. Aight. Hold up.
Soon the man opens the door completely and the noise of the music comes blaring out. Inside, Gilbert can see that it is some kind of underground dance club.
Gilbert: Ooh. Are we going dancing Max?
Max: Dancin’? Are you fucking tapped in the head?! We ain’t here for the dancefloor Gilly.
Gilbert: Gilbert.
Max: WE are here….for that!
Amongst the sea of people, Gilbert can see that they are actually walking along an upstairs balcony and Max is pointing downwards. Gilbert looks over to where Max is pointing and he is immediately repulsed because down below there are two, big, burly men knocking seven shades of black and blue into one another.
Gilbert: A…a-a fight club?
Max: A fight club. But y’know obviously don’t talk about it.
Gilbert: R-Right. O-of course.
Max: Come on, Gilbert. We’ve got to get you ready for the coffin dodgers.
Upon hearing this, Gilbert takes a moment of reflection and pauses.
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Gilbert: Ah yeah. The coffin dodgers as Max likes to refer to them as. Ehud of Moab and the Proctologist. Well they can’t really pose m-much of a problem can they? I mean look at the two of them compared to Max and me. We DEFINITELY have the youth factor on our side. But then of course they DO have the experience factor.
“Gilbert!”
But then of course *I* have the factor that none of the others have in the match. Even Max.
“Gilbert!”
And that’s the ‘beating the Raging Skull’ factor. Don’t forget that I, Gilbert, defeated someone who is at least five times my size - and I beat him cleanly I might add. Oh! Alice would be proud…. I - **GASP**
“Gilbert would you hurry the fuck up?! Quit standing there like a fuckin’ imbecile”.
Gilbert opens his eyes and suddenly finds himself standing with his hands on his hips, Superman style.
Gilbert: I mean Marcy would be proud! Oh fudgies……!! Oh no… Ohh fudgies… My brain is cheating on Marcy. **Gasp** What have I done?!!
Max: What in the ever loving blue shit are you talking about? And wake up! We’ve got work to do. Follow me.
Gilbert shakes off what’s going through his brain and follows Max down the stairs of the club through the sea of people. Downstairs, the fight that was happening as they entered the club is just finishing and there is a guy nearby carrying a clipboard.
Man with clipboard: OK! Next!
Max turns to Gilbert after they edge to the front of the sea of spectators just in time to see one guy being carried away while the other one celebrates with the roaring crowd.
Max: Wait here, I’ll be back in a moment.
Gilbert: Ohhh kay.
Gilbert looks around nervously as Max walks over to talk to the guy with the clipboard. Periodically, Max points over at Gilbert and the man with the guy keeps looking at Gilbert and shaking his head. Gilbert then sees Max slip the guy some money before walking back over.
Gilbert: What was that?
Max: Not gonna lie, pipe cleaner. It was a bribe.
Gilbert: A bribe for what?
Max then shoves Gilbert into the fighting area and everyone around, watching the fight begins to titter and laugh.
Max: A bribe for you to fight! Don’t let me down now, kid!
Gilbert begins to stammer when a large shirtless man strolls over with a smirk and throws up his hands in a fighting pose. The man with the clipboard shouts ‘go!’ and the huge man beckons Gilbert to bring it.
Gilbert: Waaaaaaaaaaargh!
Gilbert lets out a wail, ducking and diving out of the way of the larger man’s punches while all the while Max holds his head in his hands and mutters under his breath. But then! Max gets an idea and it is almost like a lightbulb appears above his head.
Max: GILBERT! IMAGINE THAT IT’S THE RAGING SKULL IN THERE WITH YOU AND IMAGINE THAT MARCY IS WATCHING!
Just like that, in typical ‘Popeye’ fashion, suddenly out of nowhere our hero - the under-underdog - stands up and somehow bullrushes the larger man to the barricade nearby, surrounding the fighting area. Gilbert then actually taunts the larger man who begins to lose his shit at being beaten by such a weed. The large man lets out a primal scream but Gilbert fearlessly (OK kind of fearlessly if you don’t look down at his pants) stands his ground and Max can’t help but smile as when the large man charges towards Gilbert, Gilbert wraps his leg around the man’s leg and takes him to the floor with a drop toe hold!
The crowd nearby cannot believe what they are seeing and begin to boo - only Max cheers as Gilbert quickly while the man is still face down on the floor, starts punching the man and pushing his face into the floor with all his might!
Gilbert: It’s. Not. The. Size. Of. The. Dog. In. The. Fight. But. The. Size. Of. The. Fight. In. The. Dog!
Gilbert says with each punch to the man’s head. Suddenly the man with the clipboard stops the fight and raises Gilbert’s hand, all the while the crowd around him begins to boo and look at him menacingly. The man with the clipboard then hands Max some money while shaking his head.
As Max begins to count the money, he looks over at the now panicking Gilbert. He then shoves the notes into his back pocket before sprinting over to save poor Gilbert. Max grabs a hold of Gilbert’s hand and pulls him towards the exit and everyone in the crowd begins to follow them. They get outside and back into Max’s car and Max speeds away with a cheer.
Pulling over on the side of the road, Max reaches into his back pocket and gives Gilbert half the money. He looks over at Gilbert who is sporting a rather fetching black eye.
Max: Here kid. You deserve this.
Gilbert: Thanks, I guess.
Max: What’s the matter with you? You should be feeling ecstatic right now. I would be!
Gilbert: But I’m not you, am I Max?
Max: No! You - and if you tell anyone that I said this, I’ll murder you to death haha - are better than me. You beat another guy that was so much better than you. You know what? I know I said to let me do the wrestling in our match, but if you do what you did tonight against those coffin dodgers, they won’t stand a fuckin’ chance……giant killer.
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Gilbert: Giant killer. I like that name. Yeah! After Dystopia 29, I’ll no longer be known as Gilbert the under-underdog. I’ll be known as Gilbert: Giant Killer! So I-I’ll tell you what, Ehud and Proctologist, you better watch your backs! Because I-I’m not here to play anymore! Oh no! My mom is going to make me my new wrestling gear and Marcy is gonna be watching me beat you!
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Word Count: 1,500
The building is about the size of a large factory and as the light of the moon shines through the windows on the top floor, Gilbert looks up at them with apprehension.
Gilbert: Um…. Max what are we doing here? If this is the kind of place that you hang out at, I'm not sure that I want to have anything to do with it.
Max shakes his head and rolls his eyes. He puts an arm around Gilbert's shoulders, pulling him in close.
Max: Look, don't worry about it, just let me do the talking and you'll be fine.
Gilbert: But what is this place exactly?
Max: Just shut up and follow my lead, alright?
As the two unlikely heroes make their way around to the front of the building, the sound of heavy music can be heard from inside. Gilbert puts his fingers in his ears. Max looks over his shoulder at Gilbert and rolls his eyes.
Max: What are you doing?
Gilbert: What?
Max: What. Are. You. Doing?!
Gilbert removes his fingers from his ears.
Gilbert: Sorry, I couldn't hear you. I had my fingers in my ears. What?
Max: I said…. You know what? Never mind.
At the front of the building, Max hammers on the door and after a few moments the gap in the door opens.
Voice: What'chu want?
Max: It's me. Open up.
The door opens after a few moments and a large, heavy set man looks down staring at Max.
Man: What about him?
The man nods to Gilbert who is trying to hide behind Max, cowering. Max stares at the man and smirks.
Max: He’s with me, yeah? He’s cool. Don’t sweat.
Man: HE’S cool?
Max: I told you, he’s cool. Now hurry up and let us in.
Man: Aight. Aight. Hold up.
Soon the man opens the door completely and the noise of the music comes blaring out. Inside, Gilbert can see that it is some kind of underground dance club.
Gilbert: Ooh. Are we going dancing Max?
Max: Dancin’? Are you fucking tapped in the head?! We ain’t here for the dancefloor Gilly.
Gilbert: Gilbert.
Max: WE are here….for that!
Amongst the sea of people, Gilbert can see that they are actually walking along an upstairs balcony and Max is pointing downwards. Gilbert looks over to where Max is pointing and he is immediately repulsed because down below there are two, big, burly men knocking seven shades of black and blue into one another.
Gilbert: A…a-a fight club?
Max: A fight club. But y’know obviously don’t talk about it.
Gilbert: R-Right. O-of course.
Max: Come on, Gilbert. We’ve got to get you ready for the coffin dodgers.
Upon hearing this, Gilbert takes a moment of reflection and pauses.
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Gilbert: Ah yeah. The coffin dodgers as Max likes to refer to them as. Ehud of Moab and the Proctologist. Well they can’t really pose m-much of a problem can they? I mean look at the two of them compared to Max and me. We DEFINITELY have the youth factor on our side. But then of course they DO have the experience factor.
“Gilbert!”
But then of course *I* have the factor that none of the others have in the match. Even Max.
“Gilbert!”
And that’s the ‘beating the Raging Skull’ factor. Don’t forget that I, Gilbert, defeated someone who is at least five times my size - and I beat him cleanly I might add. Oh! Alice would be proud…. I - **GASP**
“Gilbert would you hurry the fuck up?! Quit standing there like a fuckin’ imbecile”.
Gilbert opens his eyes and suddenly finds himself standing with his hands on his hips, Superman style.
Gilbert: I mean Marcy would be proud! Oh fudgies……!! Oh no… Ohh fudgies… My brain is cheating on Marcy. **Gasp** What have I done?!!
Max: What in the ever loving blue shit are you talking about? And wake up! We’ve got work to do. Follow me.
Gilbert shakes off what’s going through his brain and follows Max down the stairs of the club through the sea of people. Downstairs, the fight that was happening as they entered the club is just finishing and there is a guy nearby carrying a clipboard.
Man with clipboard: OK! Next!
Max turns to Gilbert after they edge to the front of the sea of spectators just in time to see one guy being carried away while the other one celebrates with the roaring crowd.
Max: Wait here, I’ll be back in a moment.
Gilbert: Ohhh kay.
Gilbert looks around nervously as Max walks over to talk to the guy with the clipboard. Periodically, Max points over at Gilbert and the man with the guy keeps looking at Gilbert and shaking his head. Gilbert then sees Max slip the guy some money before walking back over.
Gilbert: What was that?
Max: Not gonna lie, pipe cleaner. It was a bribe.
Gilbert: A bribe for what?
Max then shoves Gilbert into the fighting area and everyone around, watching the fight begins to titter and laugh.
Max: A bribe for you to fight! Don’t let me down now, kid!
Gilbert begins to stammer when a large shirtless man strolls over with a smirk and throws up his hands in a fighting pose. The man with the clipboard shouts ‘go!’ and the huge man beckons Gilbert to bring it.
Gilbert: Waaaaaaaaaaargh!
Gilbert lets out a wail, ducking and diving out of the way of the larger man’s punches while all the while Max holds his head in his hands and mutters under his breath. But then! Max gets an idea and it is almost like a lightbulb appears above his head.
Max: GILBERT! IMAGINE THAT IT’S THE RAGING SKULL IN THERE WITH YOU AND IMAGINE THAT MARCY IS WATCHING!
Just like that, in typical ‘Popeye’ fashion, suddenly out of nowhere our hero - the under-underdog - stands up and somehow bullrushes the larger man to the barricade nearby, surrounding the fighting area. Gilbert then actually taunts the larger man who begins to lose his shit at being beaten by such a weed. The large man lets out a primal scream but Gilbert fearlessly (OK kind of fearlessly if you don’t look down at his pants) stands his ground and Max can’t help but smile as when the large man charges towards Gilbert, Gilbert wraps his leg around the man’s leg and takes him to the floor with a drop toe hold!
The crowd nearby cannot believe what they are seeing and begin to boo - only Max cheers as Gilbert quickly while the man is still face down on the floor, starts punching the man and pushing his face into the floor with all his might!
Gilbert: It’s. Not. The. Size. Of. The. Dog. In. The. Fight. But. The. Size. Of. The. Fight. In. The. Dog!
Gilbert says with each punch to the man’s head. Suddenly the man with the clipboard stops the fight and raises Gilbert’s hand, all the while the crowd around him begins to boo and look at him menacingly. The man with the clipboard then hands Max some money while shaking his head.
As Max begins to count the money, he looks over at the now panicking Gilbert. He then shoves the notes into his back pocket before sprinting over to save poor Gilbert. Max grabs a hold of Gilbert’s hand and pulls him towards the exit and everyone in the crowd begins to follow them. They get outside and back into Max’s car and Max speeds away with a cheer.
Pulling over on the side of the road, Max reaches into his back pocket and gives Gilbert half the money. He looks over at Gilbert who is sporting a rather fetching black eye.
Max: Here kid. You deserve this.
Gilbert: Thanks, I guess.
Max: What’s the matter with you? You should be feeling ecstatic right now. I would be!
Gilbert: But I’m not you, am I Max?
Max: No! You - and if you tell anyone that I said this, I’ll murder you to death haha - are better than me. You beat another guy that was so much better than you. You know what? I know I said to let me do the wrestling in our match, but if you do what you did tonight against those coffin dodgers, they won’t stand a fuckin’ chance……giant killer.
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Gilbert: Giant killer. I like that name. Yeah! After Dystopia 29, I’ll no longer be known as Gilbert the under-underdog. I’ll be known as Gilbert: Giant Killer! So I-I’ll tell you what, Ehud and Proctologist, you better watch your backs! Because I-I’m not here to play anymore! Oh no! My mom is going to make me my new wrestling gear and Marcy is gonna be watching me beat you!
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Word Count: 1,500