Full Contact

By
John Grannan

jgrannan28@gmail.com
517.745.7325
EXT. SKY - NIGHT
A sea of clouds. The large pillows of white peacefully float
within the full moon’s light.

The stillness is quickly interrupted by a roar from the six

propeller gunship soaring over head.

INT. GUNSHIP HANGER - NIGHT

30 paratroopers sit along the wall preparing for their

descent. WES THATCHER (late 20’s) checks the straps to his
parachute.
Besides a large scar above his eye, Wes looks nearly
identical to the other military men around him. Cropped
hair, clean shaven and ripped as shit.
TOM (O.S)
Pissin’ yourself yet?
Wes chuckles and shakes his head.

WES
Asshole.
He looks over at his identical twin TOM THATCHER. Besides
the black, thick rimmed glasses, there would be no way to
tell the two apart.
TOM
It’s that charm that got you
places.

WES
I tell you what, I hope I shit
myself so you can smell it the
whole way down.

TOM
Right... because you’ll be ahead of
me...
WES
You’re goddamn right.

Tom laughs and punches Wes’ shoulder.

TOM
You’re on, brother!

(CONTINUED)
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HARRISON
Would you two love birds shut it.
Another solider, HARRISON COLE (late 20’s), sits opposite
the two loading his rile and straps it to his chest.

TOM
One, that’s disgusting and two,
shut the hell up Harrison.
The company chuckles. Some clearly nervous laughter.

A red light illuminates the entire hanger and the room

immediately turns serious.
Tom stands up and faces the men. He is clearly the man in
charge.

TOM
Alright men. This is our time to
shine. There are rare moments in
history in which a man is able to
show his worth. Last time the world
witnessed such bravery was D-Day.
Today, we take the enemy from the
sky. Strap yourselves in boys...
and rain hell fire upon those sacks
of shit down there!

The men cheer.

Wes and Tom grab their oxygen helmets and and lock them into
their suits. A blaring alarm rings through out the plane.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

TOM
I’ll see you down there.
The soldiers stand up and move into a formation in front of
the hanger door. It slowly opens releasing a whirlwind of
noise.
WES
First person down with three kills
wins.

TOM
oh it’s on!
Tom, Wes and the rest of the men dart forward and leap out
of the plane.
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EXT. SKY - NIGHT

The men plummet towards the earth, pinpointing their bodies
for little wind resistance.
The sea of clouds quickly approaches and Wes is soon
surrounded by white. The wind whistles by Wes’ body. His
speed gaining as he descends.

The calming haze slowly clears and Wes enters...

Absolute chaos. Missiles shoot into the air, their
explosions lighting up the battle below.
Hundreds of lights flicker on and off and the soft sound of
bullets exiting their chamber can be heard.
A rocket beams towards Wes, he twists and narrowly escapes
his fiery death. He looks around him, checking on the other
troops.

The rest of the team continues strong. They twist and turn,
expertly dodging the flying artillery. Wes spots Tom just
ahead of him. He straightens his body and picks up the pace.
Wes catches up and flies side by side his brother.

TOM
About damn time!
The two fist bump but are quickly separated as a missile
shoots between them. It continues up through the wall of
white above.
BOOM! The sky fills with red and yellow.
WES
Shit!

Debris plunges towards the surface. Propellers slice through

the air. The air ship pierces through the clouds,
approaching the entire crew.
Men move back and forth, avoiding the huge chunks of metal.
Some are lucky, others not so much.
Pieces of metal pierce the soldiers. Some slice the men
completely in half. Their bodies flailing in the air.
In the confusion, Wes completely loses sight of Tom, but
there are more important problems at hand.
The ground quickly approaches and Wes grabs his rip cord. He
gives it a tug and the parachute shoots out.

(CONTINUED)
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The deceleration jolts Wes’ body and he slowly descends. He

grabs the two handles next to him and steers his parachute
to a clear landing area.
All of a sudden, Wes begins to shoot down towards the ground
again and a large piece of plane flies past him.
Wes looks up and sees the huge hole the debris made.
WES
Fuck it.

Wes pulls another cord, releasing the parachute and

continues his way down. Nearing the battle, Wes spreads his
arms and legs, revealing the wing suit he is wearing.
He steers his body towards the action.

EXT. BATTLE GROUND - NIGHT

An enemy soldier fires his gun wildly. Anything on the
ground is his target.

Wes throws his legs in front of him and kicks the solider
with all his might. The enemy flies backwards. Wes lands,
pulls out his rifle and shoots the solider before he even
hits the ground.

WES
One!
Another enemy soldier quickly points his gun towards Wes.
BAM! A bullet shoots through his head. Wes looks over to see
Tom right behind him. The air ship crashes in the distance
Everything immediately slows down. The great balls of fire
from the plane illuminate the entire battlefield. Wes stands
triumphant. He looks absolutely invincible.

TOM
Now we’re even.
Bullets whiz by and the two of them sprint for cover in a
trench.

TRENCH
TOM
Well this sure is a shit show!

(CONTINUED)
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WES
What the hell were you expecting?!

Wes looks over the trench and fires a few rounds. Tom
simultaneously tosses a grenade.
TOM
I have a romanticized view of war!

BOOM! The grenade explodes and screams fill the air.

TOM
I think that puts me over 3.
WES
First to ten?
TOM
I can’t think of a reason why not.
Wes grins. The two men leap over the trench and surge
forward into battle.

EXT. BATTLE GROUND - MORNING

Wes and Tom post up in a semi destructed structure. Tom has
the radio of the dead soldier next to him.
The crackling of thunder over head mixes with the explosive
soudns of war.
TOM
I repeat. We need back up!
Static.
Lightning flashes. Storm clouds quickly form, darkening the
morning sky.
TOM
Goddamnit! Hello?! Please! Anyone!?
Static again. Furious, Tom chucks the radio to the ground.
It shatters into hundreds of pieces. Tom looks to Wes.
TOM
Looks like we’re alone in this.
Bullets fly over their heads. Shattering pieces of brick and
covering the two in dust.
Wes quickly returns fire.

(CONTINUED)
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WES
48.

TOM
Would you quite it with the games!
Wes looks at his brother. They both know this is the end.
WES
There are about 20... 30 left.
What’d ya got?
Tom looks to his weapons.
TOM
Clip and a half. A knife. And my
bare fuckin’ knuckles.
Wes chuckles.
WES
See you on the other side?
TOM
You’re goddamn right.
A grenade lands in between the two brothers. Wes quickly
grabs it and chucks it back over the wall.
The two brothers leap out to the building and charge
forward. They fire their guns with precision. Expertly using
what little they have.

The grenade explodes. BOOM! Throwing the enemy body parts

backwards. They are quickly replaced with several more.
Tom’s clip runs out and starts using his gun as a bat.
Slamming it into nearby soldiers.

Wes has resorted to his knife now. Slicing and cutting

through soldier after soldier.
They are easily outnumbered, but the two men make the moment
count. They truly know what it means to go out with a bang.

BAM! Carnage bursts out of Tom’s stomach. Tom’s face slowly

turns to pure agony. He looks down and falls to his knees.
WES
Tom!

Wes looks behind Tom to see a hulking man, smoke oozing out
of his barrel. Wes brings up his knife to throw, but the man
is quicker.

(CONTINUED)
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BAM! The bullet shoots through Wes’ shoulder, throwing him

to the ground. Wes looks over to his brother, now lying on
the ground.
Blood slowly drizzles out of his mouth as his life slowly
fades from his eyes. Wes reaches over and grabs his hand.
WES
Tom.
TOM
See ya...
Tom coughs up blood.
TOM
...On the other side.

Tom winks. The grip from Tom’s hand slacks.

Wes looks up as the man slowly approaches. The blaze from a
fire illuminates his face revealing a tattoo of the Italian
Generale insignia on his neck.

The GENERALE (30’s) shadows over Wes. He grins and points

the barrel of the gun to Wes’ head. Wes’ eye’s fill with
fire.
BAM! The gun fires, but misses Wes’s head by inches. He gets
up and tackles the Generale to the ground.
Wes throws punches wildly. The pain in his shoulder absent
due to his fury. The Generale gets his legs between Wes’ and
throws him over his head.

Wes lands hard on the ground. The Generale stands and spits
out a bloody tooth.
Drip. Drip. Drip. Drops of rain fall quickly to the ground.

Enemy soldiers point thier guns towards Wes, but the

Generale has them stand down. Wes pushes himself up with his
good arm. He stands off off with the Generale.
The enemy circle the two fighters, making a human fighting
ring.

CRASH! Another clap of thunder emits for the sky. The rain
grows heavier making the ground slippery with mud.
Wes rushes forwar. The Generale simply moves to the side,
tripping Wes and having him land on his face. The other
soldiers laugh.

(CONTINUED)
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Wes picks himself up again. The Generale is right on top of

him, throwing punches, hooks, uppercuts.
Wes avoids most of them, but his not nearly quick enough to
block them all. Wes takes one to the jaw. CRACK!

Wes’ eyes droop from the impact. The Generale continues,

punching Wes’ wounded shoulder. Blood covers the Generale’s
fist.
With one final straight punch to the face, Wes drops to the
ground.
SPLASH! Mud flies upwards. The mixture of blood and mud
covers Wes’ body. He is done.
The Generale walks forward, hovering over Wes’ body. He
raise his foot and brings it down hard.
WHACK!
CUT TO BLACK

Title Card: 5 years later

INT. ENEMY PRISON - WES’ CELL - NIGHT

POP! POP! POP!

Wes’ eyes pop open. His face looks old, too old for a man
his age. His hair has grown long and a rough beard covers
his once sharp face. A thin layer of dirt covers his body.
He sits up from the top bunk to his bed and slips to the
concrete ground. His cellmate, RONIN TUSK (60’s), lies in
his bed, completely uninterested in the commotion outside
their cell.
Wes continues to the long metal bars that separate him from
his freedom. The cold steel chills his body as he grabs on
and looks through the slits.
The prison guards cheer as they open up bottles of
champagne.

POP! They fill their glasses, some just drink from the
bottle.
Wes looks over to see other prisoners looking at the party.

(CONTINUED)
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WES
What’s going on?
No one responds. Wes looks around and finds Harrison in his
cell.

WES
Is it over?
Harrison covers his eyes and slumps down on his bed, crying.
Wes’ eyes return to the guards below. They pat each other on
the back and laugh.
One guard runs along the cells, shaking a champagne bottle
and sprays anyone watching the celebration.
Wes gets a face full of bubbly, but he is took distracted to
care.
WES
Hey. Hey!
Wes calls after the guard.

WES
Will someone tell me what the hell
is going on!?
RONIN (O.S)
It’s over.
Wes turns around and looks at the unmoved Ronin.
WES
Well, what happens to us?

RONIN
Nothing. We’re alone now.
Ronin turns to his side attempting to block out the cruel
world that surrounds him.
Wes closes his eyes in defeat
CUT TO BLACK

Title: Full Contact

 10.

INT. ENEMY PRISON - CAFETERIA- DAY

Prisoners scream and chant at their respective tables. They
slam their trays on the table and toss their food onto the
ground.
In front of them, a young prisoner, LEE, (20’s) stands on
top of one of the tables. He looks to be encouraging the
uproar.

LEE
Look at this shit!
Lee holds up a dish of a mushy looking substance and throws
it to the ground.

LEE
How do they expect us to build
their empire when we struggle to
get ourselves out of bed each day!?

PRISONERS
Yeah!
Prison guards begin to filter in through the various doors.
Armed with night sticks and riot gear. Lee pays no
attention.

In a corner, Harrison, Ronin and Wes sit in silence. Ronin

and Wes simply eat their "food", but Harrison seems to be
interested.
HARRISON
I can’t just sit here anymore. He’s
right. We don’t belong here
anymore. The war is over.
RONIN
And who will build their empire?
Hm? You think they’re looking to
get their hands dirty?
HARRISON
We finished building that years
ago.
RONIN
An empire is never finished.
HARRISON
Wes, can you believe this man?
You’ve got to want out of here.
Wes looks up from his meal.

(CONTINUED)
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WES
There is nothing out there for me
anymore Harrison.
Harrison looks at his friend in disgust.

HARRISON
Jesus fucking Christ. You sound
just as cynical as him. What
happened to you man?

Other prisoners begin to get on their tables. A riot is

about to break out. The prison guards prepare themselves.
WES
I learned to give up.

LEE
The time has come gentlemen!
Lee pulls something shiny out from his pants.
LEE
We make our own future and I’ve
always believed if you want
something done right...
He pulls up a shiv and shows it to the men.

LEE
...then do it yourself!
Lee thrusts the shiv towards one of the prison guards and
hits him right in the neck. The prison guard coughs on his
own blood and falls to the ground.
Everyone surges forward. Fists and night sticks bring bone
cracking blows.
Harrison watches the riot carry out and looks to Ronin and
Wes who simply ignore it.
HARRISON
Fuck you.
Harrison joins the prisoners in their efforts. They use
bowls, trays, anything in order to fight against the guards.
The prisoners are no match for the guards however. Tasers
and stun guns are brought out sending surges of electricity
through their bodies.

(CONTINUED)
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Lee puts up quite the fight, but is eventually brought down

with a stun gun. His body becomes ridged and he quickly
falls to the floor.
Wes and Ronin get up from their table and walk towards the
cafeteria ext. A group of guards cuff them quickly and show
them out.
The doors close behind them only allowing the screams of the
prisoners to emit through.

INT. THE GENERALE’S MEETING ROOM - NIGHT

A projection shines on a huge white wall. The prison riot
continues to carry out in front of a group of men sitting
along a long boardroom table.

At the head sits the Generale. His stern face looking

disappointed at the chaotic behavior displayed before him.
THE GENERALE
That’s enough.

The image stops on a close up of Lee’s face yelling and the

lights turn on. The Generale pulls out a cigar and lights
it.
THE GENERALE
What the hell is this?!
The room is silent. No one looks the Generale in the eyes.
THE GENERALE
Well then, I guess I have to tell
you men the fucking obvious. It’s
unacceptable!
COLONEL YURI sits to the Generale’s right side. While he
isn’t a small man, he definitely looks it now as he cowers
in the Generale’s presence.
COLONEL YURI
Of course, sir. We can get this
under control.

The Generale simply laughs in Yuri’s face.

THE GENERALE
You’ve been telling me that for
some time now, Yuri. I thought
maybe your superior man power and
weapons would be sufficient, but I
(MORE)
(CONTINUED)
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THE GENERALE (cont’d)

was obviously very wrong about
that.

VICTOR
Sir, we can’t possibly monitor all
of the prisoners doings.
The voice of VICTOR PRICE emits all the way down the table,
opposite of The Generale.
THE GENERALE
Who the hell are you?
COLONEL YURI
Captain Victor Price, sir. He is
the Warden at the prison and
completely out of line.
VICTOR
Forgive me sir, but if its
solutions you are looking for I may
actually have one.
COLONEL YURI
Victor. That will be enough. Sir,
we can handle this...

THE GENERALE
I don’t think you can Yuri.
Yuri immidiately closes his mouth.

THE GENERALE
Please, continue Captain.
Victor straightens up in his chair. The Colonel glares down
the table.

VICTOR
Well, the war is over sir. And
we’ve used these men to their
limit. We have the celebration in 3
days. I don’t see what use they are
to us anymore.
The Generale chuckles at Victor.
THE GENERALE
And you all thought I was a crazy
bastard.
The room relaxes a bit as they chuckle at the joke.

(CONTINUED)
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THE GENERALE
So you think I should just send in
this brute...
The Generale points to a giant of a man, IVAN (30’s) sitting
on his left.
THE GENERALE
and his crew and just annihilate
these men.

VICTOR
That’s the jist of it.
The Generale taps the end of his cigar, dropping the ash
into a tray.

THE GENERALE
Well son, I appreciate your
ambitions. you all can take a note
from this young man, but where’s
the creativity, Captain? You
yourself said there is a
celebration soon. Lets rejoice in
the downfall of out enemy in a
spectacle.
VICTOR
Sir?

THE GENERALE
Let the public revel in the
inferiority of the enemy as they
are taken down one by one in
combat. The nations spirit will
rise as their’s fall and we can
start with mister hero here.
The Generale points his cigar at the projection of Lee’s
face.

COLONEL YURI
And who do you have in mind to
carry out such an act?
THE GENERALE
I don’t see why our ambitious
Captain down there wouldn’t be up
to the task.
The room looks to Victor. He smiles, but some of his
confidence has faded.
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INT. ENEMY PRISON -WES’ CELL - NIGHT

Wes lays in his bed. His eyes absent of any emotion. He
cares about nothing now.
The sound of footsteps break the silence and Wes looks
towards his cell door.
Two guards help Harrison walk to his cell. He can barely
hold himself up. His beaten and bloody face making him
nearly unrecognizable.
Harrison looks towards the cell and spots Wes staring back.
He grimaces and spits towards their cell.

Wes simply ignores the gesture and lays back down.

INT. ENEMY PRISON - MORNING

The morning alarm rings, bolting Wes awake. He slowly pulls
himself out of his bed and waits in front of the cell door.
Ronin follows behind him.
Another alarm blares and the cell doors open up. The
prisoners step out of their cells in an orderly fashion and
stand at attention.

Down below, Ivan stands before them.

IVAN
Gentlemen! Today is a special day
for all of you. As you know, it has
been nearly 5 years since the end
of our war.
The men scoff at this.
HARRISON
Yeah, because we’ve kept track.
A nearby guard walks up to Harrison and punches him in the
stomach. The guard spits down on him.

IVAN
May I continue?
Silence.
IVAN
Great. Now seeing as today is a day
of... celebration. We have a little
entertainment that we believe you
will liven your spirits.

(CONTINUED)
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Ivan grins.
Wes looks over at Ronin. Puzzled. He lips "What the hell is
going on?
Ronin simply shrugs. This is all news for everyone.
IVAN
Now we expect you to be on your
best behavior or suffer the
consequences.
Guards begin to cuff the prisoner’s hands together.

INT. HALLWAY -DAY

The prisoners walk two by two down a long dark tunnel. A
beam of light at the end of it.
Wes walks alongside Ronin. The two of them look uneasy as
they approach the light. They shield their eyes from the sun
as they walk into...

INT. COLOSSEUM - DAY

An enormous coliseum. Thousands of people sit in the crowd,

watching the spectacle in front of them.
A glass shield hundreds of feet tall separates the people
from the arena. At the bottom, large fans protected by a
grate thrust gusts of wind up creating an enormous indoor
skydiving arena.
A group of about 50 or so women in spectacular looking
wingsuits fly around the space.

The soar up towards the top of the glass cylinder and

plummet towards the ground, flipping and spinning in a
stunning display of skill.
The prisoners watch in awe as the women fly around the
glass, waving at spectators and pumping the crowd up.

The prisoners are seated in a specific area of the stadium,

secluded from the rest.
Wes leaves over to Ronin.

WES
This is probably the last thing I
would have ever expected.

(CONTINUED)
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RONIN
Don’t get your hopes up kid.

The flying dancers finish their act and gracefully land on

the two platforms on either side of the arena.
The crowd applauds the show. Even the prisoners hoot and
howler at the spectacle.

Wes looks across the stadium at the spectators box. The

richest of the rich relax and drink, enjoying the life of
luxury.
Though he can’t see clearly, one of the men in particular
look familiar to him.

ANNOUNCER (O.S.)
What a wonderful performance by The
Women of the Air. This of course
being their first show, I must say
it wasn’t short from flawless.

The crowd cheers.

ANNOUNCER (O.S.)
But our day hasn’t finished quite
yet. No, we have plenty more for
you! But before we begin, a word
from your faithful and ever
inspiring leader, the Generale!
The crowd goes wild as a man in the spectators box stands
and walks towards a podium.
Wes squints his eyes in order to make out the man.
THE GENERALE
Ladies and Gentlemen!

Wes’ face slowly becomes grim. The sad reflection of his

past bringing back horrifying memories.
THE GENERALE
5 years ago today marked the
beginning of a new world...
Wes grits his teeth. Ronin looks to his agitated cellmate.
It’s been a long time since he’s seen such emotion on Wes’
face.

RONIN
You alright, kid?
Wes stares on.

(CONTINUED)
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THE GENERALE
Today, we look to the past to honor
those brave souls who gave their
lives for our future.

Some of the prisoners boo. They are immediately hit in the

back of the head by various prison guards.
THE GENERALE
Today, we celebrate the fall of our
enemy and the rise of an empire!

Wes’ eyes are deadlocked on the Generale now.

THE GENERALE
And so, I present to you a gift for
those who gave their lives and
those that continue to do so in the
name of ourd empire. A game, in
which only the strongest shall
survive. A fight to the death in
what one can only called the most
exciting Colosseum to date.

On one end of the arena Victor in a wing suit walks out on

his platform. The crowd cheers as he walks towards the edge.
On the other end, another man limps his way across the
platform. His wingsuit looking worn and unkempt.

The prisoners quickly begin to whisper to each other. They

watch in shock as Lee finally pulls himself up to the edge
of the platform.
WES
Oh Jesus.
The prisoners quickly begin to stand up in protest. They
thrust their hands in the air, but are sat back down by
various guards.

WES
This can’t be happening.
The crowd boos at Lee who looks scared shitless. This is not
the man in the prison. He is completely broken.

THE GENERALE
So sit back, relax, and witness the
destruction of our enemy once
again!

(CONTINUED)
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Victor leaps of his edge, spreads his wing suit and catches
the wind. He floats in the air, effortlessly. Mocking Lee
occasionally with a flip or spin.

Lee looks over the edge, but can’t quite bring himself to
jumping. From behind, a guard walks towards him and gives
him a good push.
Lee plummets towards the ground. Trying to catch the wind,
but not succeeding. The ground quickly approaches. This is
his end.
Out of nowhere, Victor catches Lee and carries him into the
air.

The crowd laughs at Lee’s lack of skill. Victor quickly

releases Lee and slams him with a couple of punches.
Lee is absolutely helpless.
The prisoners watch in despair as their once valiant leader
is publicly shamed.
Victor swiftly kicks, thrusting Lee towards the glass
barrier between the prisoners and the arena.
Lee smashes into the glass, his blood smearing along its
glossy surface. Victor quickly soars across, checking Lee.
He looks at the prisoners through the glass, grins and
points to them all. The crowd cheers. They love the
showmanship.

HARRISON
Get up Lee! Goddamnit do something!
Lee is completely unresponsive. He stands on the cusp of
unconsciousness. Victor grabs Lee by the shoulders and
tosses him towards Lee’s platform.
With the lack of wind propulsion, Lee drops on top of the
platform. He simply lays on his stomach, unable to pick
himself up from the ground.

Victor swiftly makes his way to the platform and lands

perfectly on his feet. He turns to the crowd, raising his
arms up. The crowd goes crazy.
He waves them on, putting his hand behind his ear
encouraging them to be louder.

Lee slowly crawls towards the exit, but doesn’t get far.
Victor picks him up, brushes off his shoulders and lands a
solid punch to the face.

(CONTINUED)
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Lee slowly stumbles backwards to the edge of the platform.

Punch after punch brings him closer.
All the prisoners begin to stand up in protest. They scream
and raise their fists, trying to call the show off.

The guards simply shoot a volt of electricity through the

chains connected to their ankles and wrists.
The shock sits him down. Wes winces in agony, but his eyes
do not leave the Generale.

SPECTATORS BOX
The Generale sis in happiness, applauding the show going on.
He turns to his fellow spectators.

THE GENERALE
It really doesn’t get much better
than this does it?
COLONEL YURI
You’ve outdone yourself once again
sir.
The rest of the men nod in agreement.
ARENA

Lee’s heels hang off the edge, the wind blowing his unkempt
and bloody hair. Victor rushes forward, his hand cocked back
for a fateful blow.
He throws his fist forward, but stops it inches from Lee’s
face. He grins and walks away.

The crowd begins to boo. Unsatisfied with the current

results of the fight. Victor of course realizing this would
be the verdict quickly back kicks Lee, thrusting him off the
platform.

Unable to compose himself, Lee plummets towards the ground.

He lands with a forceful thud on his head, snapping his neck
and ending the fight.
Wes sits in horror, looking down at the defeated Lee. The
blood that flows from his body sprays upwards.
Victor leaps off the platform, flipping and performing
various tricks. Egging the crowd on.

(CONTINUED)
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THE GENERALE
Now that’s a show!
The crowd roars.
THE GENERALE
And this is only the beginning
ladies and gentlemen. You may have
noticed that we have our future
players in the crowd today. Stand
up gentlemen.

The prisoners are jolted with another shock of electricity.

They all leap up onto their feet.
THE GENERALE
Aren’t they just a rag tag group.

The audience laughs. Some even throw various food and

garbage their way.
THE GENERALE
We thank you for your commitment to
our entertainment. Truly. Now I am
sorry, but today’s games are over.
Ended a little quickly I must say,
but what do you expect from
prisoners.

A couple of men walk on the arena floor and carry Lee’s body
off.
THE GENERALE
Of course, I’m sure we would all be
more than happy if one of you brave
men would like to challenge our
victor today.
The crowd cheers. Wanting more of the bloody and gruesome
show. However, the guards send another volt of electricity
to the prisoners. Everyone sits down, everyone but Wes.
His teeth clench in pain and anger. Another shock, but Wes
still stands.
RONIN
Sit down Wes, goddamnit.
The prisoners beg Wes to sit, but he’s made his stance.
There’s no turning back now.

(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 22.

THE GENERALE
Well, well, well. At least one of
you have balls. Alright, let’s get
you suited up then!

The crowd cheers.

SPECTATOR BOX
The Generale takes a sit in his chair. He looks relaxed.

Colonel Yuri seems a little more concerned.

COLONEL YURI
Sir, as much faith as I have in
Victor, we must keep in mind that
these are militant men.

ARENA
A prison guard leads Wes down the stadium stairs.
SPECTATOR BOX

COLONEL YURI
We new the outcome of the last
game. This is a risk I’m not too
keen on.

ARENA
The Guards lead Wes into a...

INT. LOCKER ROOM - DAY

A locker room. Two guards start to carry off Lee’s body

through the back door.

INT. COLLOSEUM - DAY

The Generale slyly looks back at the Colonel.
THE GENERALE
And you don’t think we’ll be taking
the same precautions?
 23.

INT. LOCKER ROOM - DAY

In the center of the room stands Ivan. He stares at Wes
cracking his knuckles.
Wes glares.

WES
Fuck.
Two prison guards grab Wes’ shoulders to hold him down. Wes
acts quickly. He kicks one guard and immediately punches the
other. The guards fly up against the walls of the room.
Wes charges forward attempting to tackle Ivan, but is
abruptly stopped by the sturdy mass of muscle.

Ivan smirks and easily picks up Wes tossing him across the
room. Wes slams into the wall. He picks himself up and
sticks up his fists.
Ivan throws some jabs and Wes quickly avoids them. He
finally lands a few good punches on Ivan’s face, but it’ll
take a lot more to take this guy down.

INT. COLLOSEUM - DAY

Colonel Yuri nervously sits in his chair. His hands tremble
in his lap.
Victor passes by the spectator box window and puts his hands
up, lipping "Where the hell is he?"
The Generale turns to his guests.

THE GENERALE
We must have a willy one in there.
The room nervously laughs.

INT. LOCKER ROOM - DAY

Wes pins a prison guard up against the wall and smashes his
face until he’s knocked out. He snatches the guards taser
and pulls it up to shoot Ivan, but it’s swatted away.
 24.

INT. COLLOSEUM - DAY

Ronin and Harrison sit impatiently.
HARRISON
What the hell’s going on?

RONIN
Nothing good, I’ll tell you that.

INT. LOCKER ROOM - DAY

Ivan has Wes in a choke hold. Wes headbutts behind him and
throws Ivan over his shoulders. He grabs the taser and fires
a charge at him, but misses.

Wes surges forward and jabs Ivan with the taser shooting an
unbearable amount of electricity through his body.
Ivan’s body shakes and drops to the ground immediately. Wes
takes a long breath and picks himself up. He looks to the
locker with a wing suit in it.

He walks over and snatches it up.

INT. COLLOSEUM - DAY

Victor flies around, trying to keep the audience excited.

However the spirit in the air has definitely weakened.
All of a sudden, Victor’s face clenches up.
At the platform, Wes stands at the edge, a taser pointed
right up at Victor.
Victor seizes and dive bombs to the ground.
The stadium goes quiet.

WES
Well, that was easy.
SPECTATOR BOX

The Generale leaps from his seat. His fellow men follow
suit.
THE GENERALE
What the fuck?!

(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 25.

COLONEL YURI
You and you!
The Colonel points to two bystanding guards.
COLONEL YURI
Apprehend that man at once.
ARENA
WES
Generale... I’m sorry. I never had
the chance to catch your last name.
You were too busy killing my
brother.
The crowd cheers. Supporting in the Generale’s successful
war career.
SPECTATOR BOX
The Generale grins.

THE GENERALE
So we’ve met?
ARENA
WES
I can’t say I’m surprised you don’t
remember, but I think I’ve made a
nice introduction to myself. So,
what do I get for winning?
THE GENERALE
Well, unfortunately cheaters aren’t
really winners. I’m sure you knew
weapons aren’t aloud in this match.
Wes paces back and forth on the platform. He tosses the
taser from hand to hand.
WES
You know... the men in the back
must have forgot to tell me about
that rule.

SPECTATOR BOX
The Colonel leans over to the Generale’s ear.

(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 26.

COLONEL YURI
He took down everyone sir.
THE GENERALE
Even Ivan? Jesus, who is this
mother fucker?

ARENA
WES
So. I think it’s only fair I get to
choose my next challenger and
honestly your kiss in on my list.
SPECTATOR BOX
The Generale grins.

THE GENERALE
I don’t play with cheaters.
WES
Well let me show you I can play
clean. I’ll work my way up and when
you finally run out of men to
support your cowardice, I’ll be
waiting.
ARENA

Ronin and Harrison sit wide eyed.

HARRISON
Holy shit.

RONIN
Well, I’ll be damned.
SPECTATOR BOX
COLONEL YURI
Sir, we have men ready to take him
out.
THE GENERALE
Hold them off.

The Colonel looks to protest, but keeps his comments to

himself.
THE GENERALE
As badly as I would love to fight
you today, I’d hate you to
(MORE)
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 27.

THE GENERALE (cont’d)

embarrass yourself much like your
friend did.
The audience chuckles.

THE GENERALE
I’ll except your challenge though.
Consider the preliminary fights
as... practice.

COLONEL YURI
Sir?
ARENA
WES
Well, we don’t want to keep the
crowd waiting. After all, the show
must go on.

INT. LOCKER ROOM - DAY

Ivan sits up on stool, rubbing the area Wes had gotten him
with the taser. The Generale bursts into the locker room.
The Colonel follows closely behind.
THE GENERALE
You mind telling me what the fuck
happened here?
IVAN
Sir, I...

THE GENERALE
I should kill you for the disgrace
you’ve given this day.
IVAN
Let me recuperate and finish him
myself.
THE GENERALE
No, this needs to end today. And
unfortunately you are my best
fighter right now. So suit up.
IVAN
Sir, I...

(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 28.

THE GENERALE
You kill him today. Otherwise, you
are worthless to me.

INT. COLOSSEUM - DAY

The crowd cheers as Ivan walks out onto his platform. He
fores a smile on his face and waves.
Wes smirks to himself.

WES
Jesus, I don’t want to play someone
I’ve already beat!
Ivan glares across the arena.

IVAN
(To himself)
Fuck you.
SPECTATOR BOX

The Generale stands up and speaks into the microphone.

THE GENERALE
Now, gentlemen. I’m hoping the
rules are fully understood.

WES
Crystal.
THE GENERALE
Good. Then let’s begin!

ARENA
Wes closes his eyes and moves to the edge of his platform.
He takes a deep breath and begins to lean forward.

Wes falls towards the ground, the wind passing his body.
Gaining some speed, he extends his arms and legs and catches
the wind. He shoots up in the arena right under Ivan and
upper cuts him.

Ivan’s face flies backwards from the blow. He back flips

towards his platform. He wipes his chin and lunges forward.
The two men clash in the center.

(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 29.

HARRISON
Now, this is the Wes I know!
RONIN
This is incredible.

The two men trade punches left and right, occasionally

falling towards the ground, but catching themselves just in
time.
Ivan lands on his platform and Wes quickly tucks his legs
and kicks him back. The two take each other to the ground.
Wes lands a few solid punches, but is eventually kicked off
by Ivan. Wes flies and towards the edge of the platform.
He spreads his arms, catching the wind and thrusting him up
and forward. Wes comes down with a mighty hook punch right
to Ivan’s temple.
Grabbing his shoulders, Wes throws Ivan off the platform.
Ivan shoots up toards the rim of the arena. Escaping the
beating he’s being given. Wes follows him up.
Wes continues to land blow after blow. Blood begins to
splatter on Ivan’s face. He can barely keep himself up, but
Wes does not let up.

With a final manuever, Wes kicks Ivan towards the wall.

Seeing as the two are high enough, Ivan flys over the wall
and out of the arena.
With no wind, Ivan falls straight down and through the
spectactor box ceiling.

SPECTATOR BOX
Ivan’s body convulses. He’s nearly broken every bone in his
body. Blood oozes out of his mouth as he tries to speak to
the Generale.
THE GENERALE
What’s that?
The Generale bends down out of view of the audience towards
the dying Ivan.
He pulls out a knife and glares down.
THE GENERALE
I told you you were worthless
otherwise.

(CONTINUED)