Post by Hazard on Apr 25, 2010 14:23:25 GMT -5
The scene cuts to Hazard sitting in the locker room, watching a video on his phone. The video is of a selection of Ciaren’s matches. Hazard is talking to himself, studying Ciaren.
Hazard: Not much taller, not much heavier... hmm... Fast on his feet. He doesn’t use much in the way of wrestling moves. He mainly uses punches, kicks, knees, that nasty headbutt... kinda like the lads back in Manchester on a Friday night.
Hazard’s studying is interrupted by a charge through the door.
Rose: Finally! Been looking for you!
Rose looks around.
Rose: The leech not with you...?
Hazard sighs at Rose’s remark.
Hazard: She’s back home.
Rose: Good. Now, about tonight, you’ve got Ciaren. This isn’t like last week. You dropped the ball then, got distracted and I made you pay... sort of like City against United eh?
Hazard: Shh.
Rose: Ha. Anyway. You learned the hard way. Tonight will be different. Ciaren is hard! You’re going to have to think about this. Be more methodical. You’ve got a big chance here, don’t fuck it up!
Hazard: Yeah... Err, bro.
Rose: Yeah?
Hazard looks at his phone, remembering the message from Jack.
Hazard: Never mind, it’s not important.
Rose rolls his eyes, and walks out the door.
Hazard: Oh! Rosie!
Rose walks back in, standing in the doorway, impatiently.
Rose: Yes.....
Hazard: You got lucky last week.
Rose: Fuck off!
Hazard laughs whilst Rose flips him off with both fingers, British style. As Rose walks out, Hazard’s laugh turns to a sigh. Hazard picks up his phone and dials a number.
Hazard: Hey... it’s me.
Hazard: Not much taller, not much heavier... hmm... Fast on his feet. He doesn’t use much in the way of wrestling moves. He mainly uses punches, kicks, knees, that nasty headbutt... kinda like the lads back in Manchester on a Friday night.
Hazard’s studying is interrupted by a charge through the door.
Rose: Finally! Been looking for you!
Rose looks around.
Rose: The leech not with you...?
Hazard sighs at Rose’s remark.
Hazard: She’s back home.
Rose: Good. Now, about tonight, you’ve got Ciaren. This isn’t like last week. You dropped the ball then, got distracted and I made you pay... sort of like City against United eh?
Hazard: Shh.
Rose: Ha. Anyway. You learned the hard way. Tonight will be different. Ciaren is hard! You’re going to have to think about this. Be more methodical. You’ve got a big chance here, don’t fuck it up!
Hazard: Yeah... Err, bro.
Rose: Yeah?
Hazard looks at his phone, remembering the message from Jack.
Hazard: Never mind, it’s not important.
Rose rolls his eyes, and walks out the door.
Hazard: Oh! Rosie!
Rose walks back in, standing in the doorway, impatiently.
Rose: Yes.....
Hazard: You got lucky last week.
Rose: Fuck off!
Hazard laughs whilst Rose flips him off with both fingers, British style. As Rose walks out, Hazard’s laugh turns to a sigh. Hazard picks up his phone and dials a number.
Hazard: Hey... it’s me.