Post by Gentleman George on Nov 15, 2024 0:13:49 GMT
[ A secluded training camp high in the rugged mountains of Greece. The air is fresh but thin, and the landscape is harsh, surrounded by ancient olive trees and stone terraces. Eddie Kensington, drenched in sweat, is deep into an intense training session with a figure known only as “The Greek.” The Greek is an imposing man in his sixties, his muscles still visible beneath his weathered skin, with a look of pure intensity in his eyes. His commands are sharp, his expectations high, and Eddie has learned quickly that there’s no room for hesitation here.]
The Greek: [standing with arms crossed, his voice like gravel] “Again, Eddie. Your balance is off. Giant Barak will bulldoze you if you don’t fix that stance.”
[Eddie, panting and clearly exhausted, nods and drops back into a low stance. His legs shake, but he plants his feet firmly, determined to maintain his position as The Greek circles him, scrutinizing his every move.]
Eddie Kensington: [breathing hard] “I’ve been trying, sir. It’s just… the way he moves, the weight behind it—”
The Greek: [cutting him off] “Enough excuses. Giant Barak is a brute, yes. But a smart fighter will always beat a strong one. You have the skills, Eddie. But skills mean nothing without control.”
[The Greek gestures toward a nearby training dummy, a heavy bag filled with sand that barely moves with each punch.]
The Greek: “You see that bag? That is Barak. Big, heavy, and unyielding. You can’t take him down with brute force. Instead, you must use his momentum against him. When he charges, you guide him, not resist him. Understand?”
[Eddie nods, his face now set with determination. He approaches the bag and throws a series of controlled jabs, working on precision rather than power. The Greek observes, his stern expression softening slightly as Eddie’s form improves.]
The Greek: [nodding approvingly] “Good. You’re starting to see. Your goal isn’t to prove you’re stronger—it’s to show that you’re smarter. Barak may be a bully, but he has weaknesses, and it’s your job to find them.”
[Eddie pauses, wiping sweat from his brow, his cockiness replaced with a focus and intensity he’s never felt before.]
Eddie Kensington: “Thank you, sir. I’ll use his weight against him. Control the match, keep him guessing…”
The Greek: [smirking] “Ah, there it is. That’s the mind of a champion. When you step into that ring, Eddie, remember what you’ve learned here. The world will expect to see a boy—but you’ll show them a gentleman. A gentleman who knows how to win.”
[Eddie straightens, nodding with newfound resolve, ready to take on the challenge that awaits him in the final.]
The Greek: [standing with arms crossed, his voice like gravel] “Again, Eddie. Your balance is off. Giant Barak will bulldoze you if you don’t fix that stance.”
[Eddie, panting and clearly exhausted, nods and drops back into a low stance. His legs shake, but he plants his feet firmly, determined to maintain his position as The Greek circles him, scrutinizing his every move.]
Eddie Kensington: [breathing hard] “I’ve been trying, sir. It’s just… the way he moves, the weight behind it—”
The Greek: [cutting him off] “Enough excuses. Giant Barak is a brute, yes. But a smart fighter will always beat a strong one. You have the skills, Eddie. But skills mean nothing without control.”
[The Greek gestures toward a nearby training dummy, a heavy bag filled with sand that barely moves with each punch.]
The Greek: “You see that bag? That is Barak. Big, heavy, and unyielding. You can’t take him down with brute force. Instead, you must use his momentum against him. When he charges, you guide him, not resist him. Understand?”
[Eddie nods, his face now set with determination. He approaches the bag and throws a series of controlled jabs, working on precision rather than power. The Greek observes, his stern expression softening slightly as Eddie’s form improves.]
The Greek: [nodding approvingly] “Good. You’re starting to see. Your goal isn’t to prove you’re stronger—it’s to show that you’re smarter. Barak may be a bully, but he has weaknesses, and it’s your job to find them.”
[Eddie pauses, wiping sweat from his brow, his cockiness replaced with a focus and intensity he’s never felt before.]
Eddie Kensington: “Thank you, sir. I’ll use his weight against him. Control the match, keep him guessing…”
The Greek: [smirking] “Ah, there it is. That’s the mind of a champion. When you step into that ring, Eddie, remember what you’ve learned here. The world will expect to see a boy—but you’ll show them a gentleman. A gentleman who knows how to win.”
[Eddie straightens, nodding with newfound resolve, ready to take on the challenge that awaits him in the final.]