Post by plague on Aug 3, 2012 15:44:03 GMT -6
Friday 6th of July 2012. Just over two weeks ago…
“Bonkers” by Dizzee Rascal pounds out of the speakers. The vibrations transmit through the walls of the massive warehouse through to the mats on the padded floor. The cracking sound of the skipping ropes echo into the space just before the patter of feet bouncing on the mats.
“TWO MORE MINUTES! Pick the pace up.” Encouragement spews from the mouth of a man walking in between the bodies on the matted area, wearing a pair of Gi bottoms and a bright yellow Tapout t-shirt. “Come on!”
He continues to stroll in and out of his students checking the stopwatch in his hand periodically, keeping a close eye making sure no one is slacking off. He then moves towards the back door unlatching it and opening it up letting the sunlight flood in along with a gentle summer breeze that makes the large Union Jack flag hung up high on the wall flutter a little. Underneath the Great British flag title belts and medals hang showing the achievements of various members of the gym. Wrestling, BJJ, Karate, Muay Thai, Judo etc. He makes his way back towards the class taking one more look at the stopwatch.
“Right last thirty seconds, fast as you can.” He pauses for breath. “Howay right till the end, don’t slow down.” He strides over to a smaller man who also has a pair of Gi bottoms on but is wearing a dark blue 10th Planet Jiu Jitsu rash guard. “RIGHT, TIME! Stretch yourself off for a few minutes and grab a drink.” He stands now talking to the smaller man and handing him the stop watch. “Right mate here you go. Let them stretch and then get them repping a couple of guard passes to keep the warm up going. Then get them rolling after that, five minute rounds. You know the usual. I’ve just got to pop in the office for a bit. Back in a minute me old Fruit.”
The smaller man seemingly known as Fruit responds as he walks to the middle of the class. “Okey dokey pokey matey.” The taller man gives a telling smirk as he turns towards the office door. His face reflects on the glass of the office window and moves across the green logo of the gym, ‘Outbreak Academy – HQ Darlington’.
Turning the handle and opening the door he goes in shutting it behind him for privacy. Sitting down in the battered leather desk chair he shakes the mouse to get rid of the screensaver bring up an open e-mail. Placing his hand on his chin and stroking his lips with his finger he reads again the text that has been sent to him.
‘Sent to – Plague (plague@outbreaka.co.uk)
From – Justice Davro (ceo@odysseywrestling.com)
Subject – Lord of the Ring.
Thank you for your reply even if it was after many attempt to contact you by both e-mail and phone. To answer your question it was one of your brothers who put me in contact with you. But to be honest Daniel you are really not that hard to track down in reality. Having such a well storied career and very public Academy in your home town sort of made it easy for me in the end.
Anyway that is a moot point now and I am just replying to say I think you have made the right decision and my assistant will be mailing you the relevant contracts and legal details by courier.
Yours
Mr Justice Davro’
Plague’s eyes scan the bright lcd screen one last time as he looks down to the desk where a large brown envelope sits atop a pile of paper and other letters. He grabs it and rips open the top sliding the paperwork out he reads a little yellow post it note that is stuck to the front from his own solicitor. ‘Everything you asked for, 100% OK!’ He shakes his head with indifference at the smiley face signed at the bottom knowing its only due to the ten percent his lawyer will be receiving. Reaching for a silver Parker pen and then clicking it he scribbles his signature on the dotted line then the date.
Throwing the pen back on to the desk he turns his attention back to the screen, moving the mouse and clicking on the reply button he starts tapping away on his keyboard.
‘Thank you for agreeing to my requests. I will be sending the contract back right away and I look forward to meeting you in person. I also hope this will be the beginning of a beautiful business partnership.
Oh and one more thing… We’ll be seeing you Monday at Oracle however you might not be seeing us. But it is my birthday that night so you might see a surprise.
Yours faithfully
Plague
Outbreak Academy
The U.K. Crew’
Plague clicks send as he chuckles to himself.
“Bonkers” by Dizzee Rascal pounds out of the speakers. The vibrations transmit through the walls of the massive warehouse through to the mats on the padded floor. The cracking sound of the skipping ropes echo into the space just before the patter of feet bouncing on the mats.
“TWO MORE MINUTES! Pick the pace up.” Encouragement spews from the mouth of a man walking in between the bodies on the matted area, wearing a pair of Gi bottoms and a bright yellow Tapout t-shirt. “Come on!”
He continues to stroll in and out of his students checking the stopwatch in his hand periodically, keeping a close eye making sure no one is slacking off. He then moves towards the back door unlatching it and opening it up letting the sunlight flood in along with a gentle summer breeze that makes the large Union Jack flag hung up high on the wall flutter a little. Underneath the Great British flag title belts and medals hang showing the achievements of various members of the gym. Wrestling, BJJ, Karate, Muay Thai, Judo etc. He makes his way back towards the class taking one more look at the stopwatch.
“Right last thirty seconds, fast as you can.” He pauses for breath. “Howay right till the end, don’t slow down.” He strides over to a smaller man who also has a pair of Gi bottoms on but is wearing a dark blue 10th Planet Jiu Jitsu rash guard. “RIGHT, TIME! Stretch yourself off for a few minutes and grab a drink.” He stands now talking to the smaller man and handing him the stop watch. “Right mate here you go. Let them stretch and then get them repping a couple of guard passes to keep the warm up going. Then get them rolling after that, five minute rounds. You know the usual. I’ve just got to pop in the office for a bit. Back in a minute me old Fruit.”
The smaller man seemingly known as Fruit responds as he walks to the middle of the class. “Okey dokey pokey matey.” The taller man gives a telling smirk as he turns towards the office door. His face reflects on the glass of the office window and moves across the green logo of the gym, ‘Outbreak Academy – HQ Darlington’.
Turning the handle and opening the door he goes in shutting it behind him for privacy. Sitting down in the battered leather desk chair he shakes the mouse to get rid of the screensaver bring up an open e-mail. Placing his hand on his chin and stroking his lips with his finger he reads again the text that has been sent to him.
‘Sent to – Plague (plague@outbreaka.co.uk)
From – Justice Davro (ceo@odysseywrestling.com)
Subject – Lord of the Ring.
Thank you for your reply even if it was after many attempt to contact you by both e-mail and phone. To answer your question it was one of your brothers who put me in contact with you. But to be honest Daniel you are really not that hard to track down in reality. Having such a well storied career and very public Academy in your home town sort of made it easy for me in the end.
Anyway that is a moot point now and I am just replying to say I think you have made the right decision and my assistant will be mailing you the relevant contracts and legal details by courier.
Yours
Mr Justice Davro’
Plague’s eyes scan the bright lcd screen one last time as he looks down to the desk where a large brown envelope sits atop a pile of paper and other letters. He grabs it and rips open the top sliding the paperwork out he reads a little yellow post it note that is stuck to the front from his own solicitor. ‘Everything you asked for, 100% OK!’ He shakes his head with indifference at the smiley face signed at the bottom knowing its only due to the ten percent his lawyer will be receiving. Reaching for a silver Parker pen and then clicking it he scribbles his signature on the dotted line then the date.
Throwing the pen back on to the desk he turns his attention back to the screen, moving the mouse and clicking on the reply button he starts tapping away on his keyboard.
‘Thank you for agreeing to my requests. I will be sending the contract back right away and I look forward to meeting you in person. I also hope this will be the beginning of a beautiful business partnership.
Oh and one more thing… We’ll be seeing you Monday at Oracle however you might not be seeing us. But it is my birthday that night so you might see a surprise.
Yours faithfully
Plague
Outbreak Academy
The U.K. Crew’
Plague clicks send as he chuckles to himself.