Gordon Fury [vs.] John Tolly

The IWF High Impact Champ looks to add a #1 Contender's spot to his resume as he faces off against John Tolly this week in the first round of the Siege Perilous tournament!

Hey Gordon?

Yeh?

Why do you get me to open every fucking scene? I mean you could just as easily do it yourself.

I could, but why the fuck would my thoughts be describing where I am? I already know where I am, its everyone else that doesn't.

Yeh I suppose that makes sense.

Is that all? Ready to start?

Yeh I suppose. The scene opens up in a flashy restaurant. Think of a restaurant that looks like it would absorb your money as you walk through the door. That type of thing. Inside the restaurant sitting alone at a table looking through a wine menu is Tracey Smith. She is looking HOT in a long, black, low cut dress.

Don't talk about my date like that!

You are partly here under protest!

Not the point!

The camera then pans to show Gordon Fury standing outside the restaurant wearing a full 3 piece black suit, looking as out of place as Jack Savage winning a match.

Why did I agree to wear this? They can take their dress standards and shove them right up their rectums. I look fucking ridiculous.

You DO look fucking ridiculous.

Some people consider themselves suit people. I am not one of those people. But I swore to myself I would back out of this date, so here goes nothing. I walk through the front door and make my way to the table. Tracey looks up from the menu and sees me, her face immediately lighting up as she stands and comes over to me, wrapping her arms around me in an embrace. I will admit, after being hated by almost all of my coworkers, it is kind of nice to see that someone is happy to see me.

Tracey Smith: Hey Gordy, glad you could make it.

Gordon Fury: Yeh me too.

To my surprise, I think I was actually sincere when I said that. Shit ay.

She goes back to her side of table as I take my seat on the opposite side, trying not to rip the suit as I awkwardly sit down. I look around at all of the people sitting at the other table, and immediately realise I am sharing a restaurant with the kind of up themselves douche bags that I hate. I am NEVER letting her pick the location again.

Gordon Fury: So... this place...

Tracey Smith: Yeh, I was gonna ask what you thought of it. I used my connections to get us a booking here, so I hope you like it.

Honestly, I would have been happy with KFC.

That Colonel is a brilliant man.

But I kinda feel bad shitting over her good intentions.

Gordon Fury: Its definitely.... flashy.

Unfortunately for me, my bullshit half answer was easily seen through as she gets a concerned look on her face.

Tracey Smith: That wasn't an answer Gordon. Don't you like this place? I thought since you are pretty much a celebrity now that anything less than this would have disappointed you.

Wait a minute. Tracey knows that this isn't like me at all. Something isn't right.

Gordon Fury: Come on Tracey, you know better than that. I am not a suit guy. A nice shirt and jeans does me just fine. Places like this are reserved for the doucheist of the douche' bags. You know that's how I am. This isn't about what I wanted is it?

Tracey shakes her head before looking back up at Gordon smirking.

Tracey Smith: You should have enjoyed your dinner Gordon. It would have made this part a lot easier.

Gordon Fury: What the fuck is going on Tracey?

Suddenly I hear chairs scrape from behind me as I turn around to see about 8 men rise from their chairs and begin to circle me. I glance behind me and see Tracey has backed right up from the table. She starts chuckling to herself, and its fucking creepy.

Tracey Smith: Haven't you ever wondered what I do for a living Gordon? I mean you have never actually asked me what my job was. I suppose I should fill you in. I am a DNA surgeon. Well, technically I got fired for unmoral practices, but what the fuck do they know right?

DNA surgeon? Really? I don't like where this is going. The disbelief on my face must be pretty obvious, as she starts giggling.

Tracey Smith: What Gordon? Are you surprised that silly little Tracey could be a surgeon? I thought I put on a convincing act, but not that convincing. See Gordon, I have managed to “salvage” Kurt's DNA, and once you are prepared, I will implant it in you, and Kurt and I will be together again. Forever. For you however, this will be the end of the line for you Gordon. I am truly sorry it had to come to this.

I thought that she only wanted me because of my connection to Kurt, but this is just ridiculous. I pull my Jacket off and tear off my shirt, before shaping up to the men surrounding me. Suddenly black dots start appearing before my eyes, and I put my hand on one of the tables to stabilize myself. Fucking hell, not now! One of the guys makes his move, charging at me with a right cross.

Kurt Lowe: Gordo, heads up!

I look up just in time to see this guy, and I duck under the fist, before flapjacking him through the table behind me. I shake my head to get rid of the cobwebs as I right myself, back to normal and ready to fight. I glance to my right and see Kurt standing with me.

Gordon Fury: Hate to say I told you so, but...

Kurt Lowe: Not a word. Not a fucking word. Besides, you have more important things to worry about.

Gordon Fury: To say the least.

Another two guys charge at Gordon at the scene fades to black.


The scene opens up with Gordon sitting in his motel room, on the end of his queen size bed, complete with a shitty floral quilt cover. He is talking on his mobile phone.

Gordon Fury: ...Ok so you have booked the retuarant for after this week's Battlegrounds? Ok cool. Yeh I look forward to our date too. See you then Trace.

Gordon hangs up the phone and puts it next to him.

Gordon Fury: Before I get started, there is a man I want to mention. Griffin Hawkins. I hate to say I told you so, but I fucking told you so. You put up one hell of a fight don't get me wrong, but I said I was going to beat you in your own match, and that is exactly what I did. I probably sound like a broken record, saying the same shit every week just with a different person, but when people stop fucking doubting me, I'll stop saying it. It's as simple as that. Maybe now people finally realize how good I am huh? If not, then be prepared to hear this shit from me again.

So this week is round one of a “tournament”, with no idea why I am in it, nor what it is for. Peachy. But honestly, when I think about it, I don't really care. Because discounting the prize, a tournament of any kind means a chance to prove myself. To prove that out of everyone else involved, that I am the best. And it starts this week with John Tolly.

Shifts his weight on the bed a bit. Trying to get in the right spot. Really Gordon? You really wanted the audience to know you are shifting your weight?

Just read the damn lines and stop bitching.

Fine.

Gordon Fury: Now it is fact that my strength going into many of my past victories, is somewhat due to being the underdog. To be expected to lose and play dead. By stepping up to the plate, I prove people wrong and show people what I am about. This week however, I am in the rare position of being the favourite to win. Although honestly, that isn't really saying much. John Tolly has an aweful record here in IWF, with only a small handful of wins, and no titles to his name. In fact, to many, I am a surefire pick to win.

And this is exactly why I consider you him one of my most dangerous opponents. John know that I have been in your position. I know what it is like to be on rock bottom, to have everything to gain and nothing to lose on a weekly basis. It makes you willing to do things you never could have before, it makes you break through thresholds within yourself you never even knew existed. However John I have a question: Why haven't I seen any of this from you? I mean you have talked about that you are sick of losing, well how about you do something about it? Every week you have a chance to prove you still have it, and every week you drop the ball. You have been given so many chances to take a step up, but you always fail. Instead of using this to motivate you John, you let it become a weight you can't get rid of. You own failure is the rising water threatening to drown your career. You need to do something about it John, and this week you have the perfect opportunity.

Beating me is the perfect chance for you to get back in the game, to give CPR to your career, and I hope you eventually do that. But it won't be this week. This “Seige Perilous,” whatever the fuck it is, is something that I am determined to win. I worked way too hard to get where I am John to be the victim of your return to form. It ain't gonna happen. I am going to beat you this week, and I am going to advance in this tournament, and I am going to win it.

John not only have you had a terrible record in that ring, but you also have terrible luck getting me in the first round. You have one of the most beaten down men with confidence through the floor, fighting against THE most driven and most determined man to step foot in IWF, with an insane amount of momentum. Luck has so far slapped you in the face, but I wish you luck for this week John. You are definitely going to need it. It's time to face the fury...

...Mate.

The scene fades to black.