Post by steidman on Sept 18, 2012 20:10:20 GMT -5
Bloodhound: This Wednesday, I return to the ring in search of the ultimate challenge. The powers to be have placed the man know as Primal in match with me, wanting to see which one of is the superior man. And come tomorrow night, after all the posturing, after all the hype, I will be walking out of that ring the superior man, as Primal lays motionless on the mat, beaten and defeated.
Primal thrives of his internal rage, letting his inner demons take over. He talks about paying in blood, sweat and tears. But he knows nothing of he sacrifices I have to endure, the pain resides deep inside me and all the blood and sweat that I have given this country and its ungrateful leaders. And it is this pain that fuels me to be the best because in the end it is the only way it go away.
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[The scene opens in the middle of field. The scene starts to come into focus as a formation of marines can be seen waling through the field. They are dressed in full combat gear. In the background are mountains, indicating that the scene is taking place in Afghanistan.]
Sergeant Hardison: Can some one tell me why we are walking this field in the middle of this freaking field. There is nothing here.
Bloodhound: Because these were the orders we were given. Just keep your mouth shut and your eyes open.
Sergeant Hardison: I am just saying Staff Sergeant, being out here is a waste of our talents.
[At that time, a soldier farther ahead raises his arm in the air and the entire column of Marines comes to a halt.]
Bloodhound: Everyone take a knee while I go see what the Lieutenant wants. Masters, your in charge until I get back.
Corporal Masters: Roger, Staff Sergeant
[Bloodhound makes his way up to where the Lieutenant is. There are four other men gathered around as well, all on one knee. AS Bloodhound approaches he drops down to one knee as the Lieutenant begins to speak.]
Lieutenant: Command just radioed in that the Eye in the Sky has spotted some movement about two clicks to the Northeast. They believe a small element of Taliban about 5 to 7 men, armed with small arms attempting to strike a small Afghan police outpost about four clicks from this position. Command wants us to intercept and attempt to capture. They believe a field commander may be present with the small group. First and second squad, you will come with me to this location where we will set up an ambush. Staff Sergeant, you will take your squad to this will to provide overwatch. Everyone understand. Ok, go brief your men and be ready to move out in five minutes.
[The small group of men break from the huddle and return to their respective squads. Bloodhound gets to his men and begins to debrief them.]
Bloodhound: All right any questions. Ok, lets move out, Hardison your are point. PFC Black, radio the Lieutenant that we are moving out.
PFC Black: Roger, Staff Sergeant.
[The 6 man team begins to move out to their overwatch position. After about 10 minutes, they out close to a mile between them and the rest of the platoon. They are spread in a triangle formation.]
Sergeant Hardison: Staff Sergeant, what are the points of these missions. I am tired of our skills not being used properly.
Bloodhound: Hardison, stop your bitching and keeps your eyes on the lookout.
Sergeant Hardison: I mean, I though we are snipers. We should be tracking down ruthless warlords and Taliban leaders. Not providing overwatch for some lame patrol in order for the higher ups to capture some armed farmers. When do we get to do what we were trained for, I want to see some ………..
[Before Sergeant Hardison can finish, several round rip into his body. His body armor is not able to stop all the rounds and Hardison’s body goes limp before Bloodhound can ever any words out.]
Bloodhound: ENEMY CONTACT 3 OCLOCK!!!!!!! RETURN FIRE!!!!!!
[And with that several loud bursts roar back at the incoming fire, suppressing the enemy fire long enough for Bloodhound to recover his bearings]
Bloodhound: Black, get the LT on the radio and send a SITREP. Black, do you understand.
[Bloodhound looks over to see why PFC Black is not responding and sees that he has slumped over with a hole exiting his head. Bloodhound orders the rest of the squad to lay suppressive fire to cover Bloodhound as he made his way over to PFC Blacks body. Just as he reached the radio, Bloodhound the muffled sound of “Thump” and knew what was coming. Before he could get the words out of his mouth to warn the rest of his squad, three artillery rounds slam into the ground, dirt and hot metal spraying into the air. It is the last image Bloodhound remembers]
-------------------------------Back to Present Day----------------------------------------------------
Bloodhound: I have been to hell and back, laying in an Army field hospital waiting for the reaper to come and finish what he started. But he never came. And ever since I have hell bent seeking revenge for my men. The rage, swelling inside me, unleashing itself until anyone who gets in my way.
Those memories have forever change me, making my conviction to be the best absolute. Primal, you stand in my way of perfection and there is nothing your internal rage can do to stop me. I beg you to bring every thing you have, every ounce of pent up anger, every animalistic instinct that you can muster up.
While you talk about going into battle, only one of us has been tested in war and it is not you. You know nothing of what it takes to put your body, your life, your soul on the line. You know nothing of the sacrifices that you must make.
The time of talk is over. I am tired of this pointless banter. Tomorrow night, my actions in the ring will speak for them-self, and I will show you what it truly feels like to be in battle. So let the hunt begin
Primal thrives of his internal rage, letting his inner demons take over. He talks about paying in blood, sweat and tears. But he knows nothing of he sacrifices I have to endure, the pain resides deep inside me and all the blood and sweat that I have given this country and its ungrateful leaders. And it is this pain that fuels me to be the best because in the end it is the only way it go away.
------------------------------Flashback-------------------------------------------------------
[The scene opens in the middle of field. The scene starts to come into focus as a formation of marines can be seen waling through the field. They are dressed in full combat gear. In the background are mountains, indicating that the scene is taking place in Afghanistan.]
Sergeant Hardison: Can some one tell me why we are walking this field in the middle of this freaking field. There is nothing here.
Bloodhound: Because these were the orders we were given. Just keep your mouth shut and your eyes open.
Sergeant Hardison: I am just saying Staff Sergeant, being out here is a waste of our talents.
[At that time, a soldier farther ahead raises his arm in the air and the entire column of Marines comes to a halt.]
Bloodhound: Everyone take a knee while I go see what the Lieutenant wants. Masters, your in charge until I get back.
Corporal Masters: Roger, Staff Sergeant
[Bloodhound makes his way up to where the Lieutenant is. There are four other men gathered around as well, all on one knee. AS Bloodhound approaches he drops down to one knee as the Lieutenant begins to speak.]
Lieutenant: Command just radioed in that the Eye in the Sky has spotted some movement about two clicks to the Northeast. They believe a small element of Taliban about 5 to 7 men, armed with small arms attempting to strike a small Afghan police outpost about four clicks from this position. Command wants us to intercept and attempt to capture. They believe a field commander may be present with the small group. First and second squad, you will come with me to this location where we will set up an ambush. Staff Sergeant, you will take your squad to this will to provide overwatch. Everyone understand. Ok, go brief your men and be ready to move out in five minutes.
[The small group of men break from the huddle and return to their respective squads. Bloodhound gets to his men and begins to debrief them.]
Bloodhound: All right any questions. Ok, lets move out, Hardison your are point. PFC Black, radio the Lieutenant that we are moving out.
PFC Black: Roger, Staff Sergeant.
[The 6 man team begins to move out to their overwatch position. After about 10 minutes, they out close to a mile between them and the rest of the platoon. They are spread in a triangle formation.]
Sergeant Hardison: Staff Sergeant, what are the points of these missions. I am tired of our skills not being used properly.
Bloodhound: Hardison, stop your bitching and keeps your eyes on the lookout.
Sergeant Hardison: I mean, I though we are snipers. We should be tracking down ruthless warlords and Taliban leaders. Not providing overwatch for some lame patrol in order for the higher ups to capture some armed farmers. When do we get to do what we were trained for, I want to see some ………..
[Before Sergeant Hardison can finish, several round rip into his body. His body armor is not able to stop all the rounds and Hardison’s body goes limp before Bloodhound can ever any words out.]
Bloodhound: ENEMY CONTACT 3 OCLOCK!!!!!!! RETURN FIRE!!!!!!
[And with that several loud bursts roar back at the incoming fire, suppressing the enemy fire long enough for Bloodhound to recover his bearings]
Bloodhound: Black, get the LT on the radio and send a SITREP. Black, do you understand.
[Bloodhound looks over to see why PFC Black is not responding and sees that he has slumped over with a hole exiting his head. Bloodhound orders the rest of the squad to lay suppressive fire to cover Bloodhound as he made his way over to PFC Blacks body. Just as he reached the radio, Bloodhound the muffled sound of “Thump” and knew what was coming. Before he could get the words out of his mouth to warn the rest of his squad, three artillery rounds slam into the ground, dirt and hot metal spraying into the air. It is the last image Bloodhound remembers]
-------------------------------Back to Present Day----------------------------------------------------
Bloodhound: I have been to hell and back, laying in an Army field hospital waiting for the reaper to come and finish what he started. But he never came. And ever since I have hell bent seeking revenge for my men. The rage, swelling inside me, unleashing itself until anyone who gets in my way.
Those memories have forever change me, making my conviction to be the best absolute. Primal, you stand in my way of perfection and there is nothing your internal rage can do to stop me. I beg you to bring every thing you have, every ounce of pent up anger, every animalistic instinct that you can muster up.
While you talk about going into battle, only one of us has been tested in war and it is not you. You know nothing of what it takes to put your body, your life, your soul on the line. You know nothing of the sacrifices that you must make.
The time of talk is over. I am tired of this pointless banter. Tomorrow night, my actions in the ring will speak for them-self, and I will show you what it truly feels like to be in battle. So let the hunt begin