Bare Knuckle Page #2

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The gamblers hands fly up with cash ready to place their

wagers as the fighters peel their layers of clothing off.

Jack scans the crowd until he spots Destine. Jack nods at

her. She nods back. Kieran doesn’t like it.

Bad Jack smiles. He is the cock of the walk and knows it.

Jack crosses the ring to Hammond.

BAD JACK:

Care to make a wager, Englishman?

Bet you three hundred I win.

VINCENT:

Piss off, Jack.

BAD JACK:

Think I’m gonna win as well, do ya?

You English are soft as bread.

Bad Jack backs up to his corner loosening up. The referee, a

white bearded old timer with leather skin, steps in and draws

a chalk line in the center of the ring.

REF:

This is the Champion of America

facing the Champion of England so

let’s get the rules straight. When

both fighter’s have their foot on

the line, the round begins. When a

fighter goes down the round ends

until both fighters again toe the

line. No hitting a downed opponent.

No head butts. And Jack, no

punching the balls for f*** sake.

Now toe the scratch!

Bad Jack’s playful manner quickly transitions to focused rage

as he puts his foot on the chalk line. Vincent follows and

THE FIGHT IS ON.

Hammond throws first, but Jack bobs and weaves away from the

punches. Hammond chases Jack in circles unable to connect.

BAD JACK:

I knew you were slow, but come on.

Jack plays it up to the crowd, but finally stops and sticks

his stubbly chin in the air.

6.

BAD JACK (CONT’D)

Hit me you slow mangy sodomite!

BAM! Hammond whacks him good with a right cross, then gets in

close to land body shots.

Jack throws Hammond over his leg to the ground ending the

first round. Hammond quickly rises and puts his foot on the

scratch ready to start the second.

Bad Jack licks the blood from his lip. Like a morning shot of

whiskey to the alcoholic, the blood gives Jack his FIX.

Bad Jack toes the scratch and steam-rolls Hammond with

vicious punches to the face. Jack puts his forearm against

the Englishman’s throat and pushes him against the ropes.

Bad Jack busts open Hammond’s face until his fists go wet

with blood. The Englishmen goes down.

As Hammond rises Jack hurls a knee into Hammond’s chest

sending him back to the ground. Gamblers rage at the illegal

move, barely able to be held back as they bum-rush the ring.

Vincent’s second, RICHARD, rushes into the ring and shoves

Bad Jack back.

RICHARD:

Damned cheater!

BAD JACK:

Get the f*** out of my ring!

Gideon enters the ring and WHAP!, bashes Richard’s skull with

his club. Gideon drags him out of the ring. Hammond leaps

towards Jack, landing a few unsuspecting blows.

Destine grows frightened as the crowd gets more drunk and

wild.

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