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EXT. FARLEYS FAMILY RANCH - PAHRUMP - NIGHT(10 YEARS AGO)
Modest colonial home, smoke from its chimney. Chickens peck
feed in a small hobby pen. Horses and cattle in rear pens.
INT. LIVING ROOM
2 scrappy brothers, WILLIAM, 14, and JENSEN, 12, watch
ULTIMATE FIGHT QUEST an MMA competition in the vein of UFC.
The fighters are ROTHCHILD and DIEGO, who well cut to
shortly.
10 year old FARLEY sits back from them, more interested in
his GI JOE BARE CHESTED WITH CUT-OFF CAMO SHORTS riding in
a jeep with SWEATBAND-CLAD RAMBO toward a DRAWING OF A
SUNSET.
The older boys cheer and grapple over a TAKE-DOWN.
They notice Farley and his dolls. Which wouldnt be a
problem, save for the gentle murmuring in place of kill-
noise.
WILLIAM
What the fuck? Stop playing with
dolls, you little queer!
They both CHARGE Farley, take him down, laying fists into
him.
Farley, on his back, ELBOWS them simultaneously. STUNS them,
then GRABS THEIR HEADS and SLAMS them together. They roll off
him, groaning and nursing injuries.
ZOOM IN on TV. Pull back to see were live in
INT. UFQ STADIUM - NIGHT
An EXPANSIVE and PACKED ARENA with a RAUCOUS CROWD. Lights
sweep the darkness. SIGNS for DIEGO and SIGNS for ROTHCHILD.
Everyone high on a primal appetite for violence.
OCTAGON
Light-heavy-weights DIEGO and ROTHCHILD dance around each
other. Rothchild lands powerful STRIKES and KICKS on Diego,
who stumbles to barely stay standing, let alone strike back.
Bell RINGS.
DIEGOS CORNER
BRENTON BAKER, early 30s, the fight world isnt a choice,
its his birthright. He wouldnt know how to be anywhere
else. He kneels in front of an exhausted Diego. A cutman rubs
an enswell over Diegos swollen eye, tends bloody cuts.
Brenton displays zero sympathy. FAST talking
BRENTON
That was a load of jism, Diego! I
wanna see more ground! And I wanna
see a hell of a lot more pound!
Youre not strong standing, baby,
you know that
Diego nods, dazed. Cutman squeezes water down his throat.
BRENTON (CONTD) (CONTD)
You gotta take him down!
Brenton replaces Diegos mouth guard.
BRENTON (CONTD) (CONTD)
Close your eyes and visualize.
Diego closes his eyes.
BRENTON (CONTD)
You get home from training. Hear
pleasure moans from the bedroom.
Its gotta be your wife rubbing the
taco. Now if youre quick, you can
get up there and finish her off
Diego, eyes still closed, smiles.
BRENTON (CONTD) (CONTD)
Lo and behold its Rothchild! Up to
his ears in your wifes enchilada!
Diegos face becomes red with rage.
BELL RINGS.
BRENTON (CONTD) (CONTD)
Now go get that little wife fucker!
OCTAGON
Fighters tap gloves. IMMEDIATELY Diego dives low for a DOUBLE
LEG TAKE-DOWN. BAM! Hes on top of his opponent and in a
flash he has maneuvered him into a CHOKE-HOLD.
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Rothchild flails like a strangled chicken then TAPS OUT.
Brenton, team, and crowd, go wild!
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