Combat Center

[FknParker]

Some pounding techno music travels through the tannoy system in the gym area of the combat centre. In the background a Thomas Archer can be seen through one of the one-way glass windows taking a class of newbies through the absolute basics of not landing on your head. New start, Derek seems to be paying particularly close attention. Archer breaks the class and they move away to the side, revealing a Cort Marshall t-shirt on the trainers chest.

 

However, not everything is about Archer and the camera turns, showing B17 giving up his personal time to take Jordan Trance through a world out. Things are going well, both men, whilst visibly strained, are in good moods. Jordan racks up the bench press and sits up, taking a deep breath which he exhales.

 

Jordan: This is rough. And you so this every day?

 

B17 answers.

 

B17: Whilst rubbing on the treadmill, did you know I done all the running scenes in Forrest Gump?

 

Jordan goes to respond but B17 holds a hand up as a call comes through on his smart watch, he walks away to answer, the ring tone was a famous song by the village people.

 

Jordan slaps his thighs and takes a look around at the various would be stars in, training. It’s then he spots a familiar face, well back of the head. He gets up and goes over.

 

Jordan: Parker, looking good dude. Listen I’m sorry about…

 

Evelyn: We doing this again, new blood? I thought you would’ve learned your lesson last time, but I suppose not.

 

Jordan blinks.

 

Jordan: I mean… That’s your surname, right?

 

Evelyn: Let’s get some things straight. Firstly, I am NOT your dude, nor am I A dude in the first place. Secondly, if you aren’t 100% sure if you're talking to me or my brother, how about look at our faces instead of our skin. Thirdly, he has dreadlocks!

 

Evelyn angrily grabs her hair and pulls it straight.

 

Evelyn: DO THESE LOOK LIKE FUCKING DREADLOCKS TO YOU? HUH??

 

Jordan looks a little nervous, before responding.

 

Jordan: No, it doesn’t, and I’m sorry for that, but I can’t see your face from behind. And..

 

Slap.

 

Jordan reels backwards, holding a hand up to his now bust nose just as B17 comes round the corner.

 

B17: Jordan! Is this man causing you trouble Evelyn?

 

Evelyn: Yeah, this asshole just assumed my gender! Just the amount of disrespect is baffling!

 

Jordan: That’s not what… Ow!

 

Jordan is once more cut off, this time by B17 twisting his ear and dragging him out of camera shot. Evelyn smirks once left alone and crosses her arms, pleased with her misdeeds.