A BROTHER'S FIGHT - written by RonJammin
As Dominic Toretto closes in on Deckard Shaw's location.. and before the big brawl goes down, the two reflect on their losses...
NIGHTTIME. LOS ANGELES. AUTOMOTIVE GARAGE (ONE OF DECKARD'S HIDEOUTS).
DOMINIC TORETTO, WHO'S ARMED WITH A SHOTGUN.. APPROACHES THE GARAGE ENTRANCE CAREFULLY AS HE COMES TO A HALT JUST BEFORE THE OPENING AHEAD..
NO LIGHTS. ONLY DOM & HIS SHOTGUN. TORETTO GLANCES AROUND OUTSIDE BEFORE QUIETLY ENTERING THE FACILITY. HE STAYS ALONGSIDE THE WALLS.. NOT HEARING A SOUND BUT THE FAINT FOOTSTEPS OF HIS OWN..
UP AHEAD TO THE RIGHT.. WE FINALLY SEE SOME LIGHT IN WHAT LOOKS TO BE A MECHANIC'S WORK AREA. DOM TAKES NOTICE OF THE VEHICLE - A HEAVY DUTY BLACK HUMMER. FULLY LOADED.
"GUNS-" BEGINS DECKARD, WHOSE VOICE IS HEARD BUT HE REMAINS HIDDEN..
"ARE TOO FAST. WOULDN'T YOU AGREE, DOM?"
DOM LOWERS HIS WEAPON AS HE ATTEMPTS TO LURE SHAW OUT FROM THE SHADOWS..
"YEAH. BUT THEY GET THE JOB DONE."
AN UNARMED SHAW PRESENTS HIMSELF AS HE RISES FROM HIS SEAT, AND SLOWLY APPROACHES THE HUMMER..
"MY BROTHER'S. WELL, MY BROTHER'S **TYPE** OF RIDE. AS YOU KNOW, HE WAS ALWAYS A HEAVY-DUTY DRIVER. IT'S NO **TANK** BUT IT'LL GET THE JOB DONE."
DOM GROWS NERVOUS AS SHAW REMAINS CALM. HE SCOPES OUT THE SURROUNDINGS..
SHAW BEGINS TO REMOVE HIS JACKET AS HE CONTINUES, "FIRST.. YOU WRECK **MY** CAR WITH THAT CHICKEN-STUNT OF YOURS. THEN, YOU STEAL A CAR I WAS GOING TO STEAL, AND FORCE ME TO TAKE ACTION.. BY THE WAY, WHATEVER BECAME OF THE RED RIDE?"
"LONG GONE," REPLIES DOM.
SHAW: "THAT'S TOO BAD. I REALLY LIKED THAT CAR, DOM. AND LAST.. YOUR CREW RIDS OF MY ENTIRE TEAM."
DOM: "WHAT DID YOU EXPECT? YOU KILLED MY BROTHER. BLEW UP MY HOME. AND MADE THE MISTAKE OF INTRODUCING YOURSELF TO ME."
SHAW: "SEEMS WE **BOTH** LOST A BROTHER. BUT NOW, I HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO LOSE."
DOM: "EXCEPT FOR A FIGHT." HE UNLOADS HIS SHOTGUN & THROWS IT TO THE SIDE..
SHAW: "I'M GONNA DO THE SAME TO YOU AS I DID TO THAT AGENT FRIEND OF YOURS." DECKARD REVEALS AN EXPLOSIVE DEVICE FROM HIS REAR POCKET AND HOLDS IT UP..
DOM LAUGHS AS SHAW GROWS ANGRIER..
SHAW: "SOMETHING FUNNY ABOUT THIS, TORETTO?"
DOM: "NAH. JUST THOUGHT YOU HAD SOME BETTER SENSE THAN THAT BROTHER OF YOURS."
SHAW: "POOR CHOICE OF WORDS.." DECKARD IS ABOUT TO ACTIVATE THE DEVICE WHEN SUDDENLY- A SINGLE GUNSHOT BLASTS THE DEVICE OUT OF HIS HAND.
A BLURRED FIGURE STANDS BEHIND DOM'S LOCATION.. AND AS DOM SLOWLY TURNS- WE SPOT AGENT HOBBS SLOWLY MOVING SIDEWAYS.. AIMED AT SHAW..
SHAW: (SHAKING HAND) "WELL WELL. AGENT HOBBS. YOU DON'T TAKE A HINT, DO YOU?"
HOBBS UNLOADS HIS GUN AND THROWS IT DOWN NEXT TO TORETTO'S AND REMOVES SOME OF HIS BODY GEAR..
HOBBS: "YOU AIN'T GETTIN' AWAY THAT EASY THIS TIME SHAW." HE REVEALS A GRENADE FROM A SIDE POCKET.. "AND I AIN'T HERE TO ARREST YOU." HE THEN TOSSES IT UNDERNEATH THE HUMMER AS HE & DOM HEAD FOR COVER.
SHAW RETREATS TO THE NEARBY OFFICE AREA AND DUCKS UNDERNEATH A TABLE AS THE VEHICLE RISES UP IN FLAMES.
DOM & HOBBS SOON EMERGE FROM THE DARKNESS AND STAND SIDE BY SIDE AS DECKARD BRUSHES HIMSELF OFF AND EXITS THE OFFICE.
HE DELIVERS A STONE COLD EXPRESSION AS HE RAISES HIS HEAD & BEGINS TO APPROACH THEM.. CLENCHING HIS FISTS.
HOBBS IS FEARLESS AS HE ADVANCES PAST DOM & TOWARDS SHAW..
"THAT WAS FOR ELENA. YOU'RE GOIN' DOWN, SHAW!"
HOBBS BLOCKS TWO INCOMING BLOWS FROM DECKARD, THEN PROCEEDS TO DELIVER A BRUTAL UPPERCUT PUNCH TO HIS JAW- FOLLOWED BY A KICK TO THE GUT, KNOCKING HIM DOWN.
SHAW QUICKLY RECOVERS BY ROLLING BACKWARDS & PERFORMS A GROUND-LEVEL SWIPE-KICK, TRIPPING AN INCOMING HOBBS TO THE GROUND..
BUT SHAW'S ATTACK IS SHORT-LIVED AS DOM CATCHES HIM OFF-GUARD AND PROCEEDS TO GRAB HIM FROM BEHIND, LOCKING HIM IN A CHOKEHOLD AS LUKE RISES TO HIS FEET..
SHAW MANAGES TO SLOWLY STAND UP, UNABLE TO BREAK DOM'S GRIP. HE DELIVERS TWO BLOWS TO DOM'S MIDSECTION, AND TORETTO BEGINS TO TURN AROUND- TRYING NOT TO LOSE HIS GRIP.. THEN SHAW STEPS UP ON THE GARAGE DOOR & FLIPS HIMSELF LOOSE. HE LANDS IN FRONT OF HOBBS, WHO GOES IN FOR ANOTHER CHOKEHOLD BUT IS THWARTED BY A HEAVY REVERSE-KICK FROM SHAW, WHO QUICKLY SPINS AROUND AND HITS DOM WITH THE SAME MOVE.
AN ANGERED LUKE GRABS SHAW BY HIS LOWER LEGS AND RAISES HIM UP AS DOM RESPONDS WITH A CRUSHING MID-AIR BLOW TO THE FACE WITH HIS FOREARM (FAST & FURIOUS 6 PLANE STUNT).
DECKARD INSTANTLY DROPS TO THE GROUND. HE REMAINS MOTIONLESS FOR A FEW MOMENTS AS DOM & HOBBS SURROUND HIM..
AS SHAW SLOWLY REGAINS CONSCIOUSNESS, HOBBS SHAKES HIS HEAD IN DISBELIEF..
"I GUESS WE'LL HAVE TO WORK ON THAT SOME MORE?!"
DECKARD PUSHES HIMSELF OFF THE GROUND, AND QUICKLY TAKES NOTICE OF THEIR POSITIONS.. IN FRONT & BEHIND HIM..
NIGHTTIME. LOS ANGELES. AUTOMOTIVE GARAGE (ONE OF DECKARD'S HIDEOUTS).
DOMINIC TORETTO, WHO'S ARMED WITH A SHOTGUN.. APPROACHES THE GARAGE ENTRANCE CAREFULLY AS HE COMES TO A HALT JUST BEFORE THE OPENING AHEAD..
NO LIGHTS. ONLY DOM & HIS SHOTGUN. TORETTO GLANCES AROUND OUTSIDE BEFORE QUIETLY ENTERING THE FACILITY. HE STAYS ALONGSIDE THE WALLS.. NOT HEARING A SOUND BUT THE FAINT FOOTSTEPS OF HIS OWN..
UP AHEAD TO THE RIGHT.. WE FINALLY SEE SOME LIGHT IN WHAT LOOKS TO BE A MECHANIC'S WORK AREA. DOM TAKES NOTICE OF THE VEHICLE - A HEAVY DUTY BLACK HUMMER. FULLY LOADED.
"GUNS-" BEGINS DECKARD, WHOSE VOICE IS HEARD BUT HE REMAINS HIDDEN..
"ARE TOO FAST. WOULDN'T YOU AGREE, DOM?"
DOM LOWERS HIS WEAPON AS HE ATTEMPTS TO LURE SHAW OUT FROM THE SHADOWS..
"YEAH. BUT THEY GET THE JOB DONE."
AN UNARMED SHAW PRESENTS HIMSELF AS HE RISES FROM HIS SEAT, AND SLOWLY APPROACHES THE HUMMER..
"MY BROTHER'S. WELL, MY BROTHER'S **TYPE** OF RIDE. AS YOU KNOW, HE WAS ALWAYS A HEAVY-DUTY DRIVER. IT'S NO **TANK** BUT IT'LL GET THE JOB DONE."
DOM GROWS NERVOUS AS SHAW REMAINS CALM. HE SCOPES OUT THE SURROUNDINGS..
SHAW BEGINS TO REMOVE HIS JACKET AS HE CONTINUES, "FIRST.. YOU WRECK **MY** CAR WITH THAT CHICKEN-STUNT OF YOURS. THEN, YOU STEAL A CAR I WAS GOING TO STEAL, AND FORCE ME TO TAKE ACTION.. BY THE WAY, WHATEVER BECAME OF THE RED RIDE?"
"LONG GONE," REPLIES DOM.
SHAW: "THAT'S TOO BAD. I REALLY LIKED THAT CAR, DOM. AND LAST.. YOUR CREW RIDS OF MY ENTIRE TEAM."
DOM: "WHAT DID YOU EXPECT? YOU KILLED MY BROTHER. BLEW UP MY HOME. AND MADE THE MISTAKE OF INTRODUCING YOURSELF TO ME."
SHAW: "SEEMS WE **BOTH** LOST A BROTHER. BUT NOW, I HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO LOSE."
DOM: "EXCEPT FOR A FIGHT." HE UNLOADS HIS SHOTGUN & THROWS IT TO THE SIDE..
SHAW: "I'M GONNA DO THE SAME TO YOU AS I DID TO THAT AGENT FRIEND OF YOURS." DECKARD REVEALS AN EXPLOSIVE DEVICE FROM HIS REAR POCKET AND HOLDS IT UP..
DOM LAUGHS AS SHAW GROWS ANGRIER..
SHAW: "SOMETHING FUNNY ABOUT THIS, TORETTO?"
DOM: "NAH. JUST THOUGHT YOU HAD SOME BETTER SENSE THAN THAT BROTHER OF YOURS."
SHAW: "POOR CHOICE OF WORDS.." DECKARD IS ABOUT TO ACTIVATE THE DEVICE WHEN SUDDENLY- A SINGLE GUNSHOT BLASTS THE DEVICE OUT OF HIS HAND.
A BLURRED FIGURE STANDS BEHIND DOM'S LOCATION.. AND AS DOM SLOWLY TURNS- WE SPOT AGENT HOBBS SLOWLY MOVING SIDEWAYS.. AIMED AT SHAW..
SHAW: (SHAKING HAND) "WELL WELL. AGENT HOBBS. YOU DON'T TAKE A HINT, DO YOU?"
HOBBS UNLOADS HIS GUN AND THROWS IT DOWN NEXT TO TORETTO'S AND REMOVES SOME OF HIS BODY GEAR..
HOBBS: "YOU AIN'T GETTIN' AWAY THAT EASY THIS TIME SHAW." HE REVEALS A GRENADE FROM A SIDE POCKET.. "AND I AIN'T HERE TO ARREST YOU." HE THEN TOSSES IT UNDERNEATH THE HUMMER AS HE & DOM HEAD FOR COVER.
SHAW RETREATS TO THE NEARBY OFFICE AREA AND DUCKS UNDERNEATH A TABLE AS THE VEHICLE RISES UP IN FLAMES.
DOM & HOBBS SOON EMERGE FROM THE DARKNESS AND STAND SIDE BY SIDE AS DECKARD BRUSHES HIMSELF OFF AND EXITS THE OFFICE.
HE DELIVERS A STONE COLD EXPRESSION AS HE RAISES HIS HEAD & BEGINS TO APPROACH THEM.. CLENCHING HIS FISTS.
HOBBS IS FEARLESS AS HE ADVANCES PAST DOM & TOWARDS SHAW..
"THAT WAS FOR ELENA. YOU'RE GOIN' DOWN, SHAW!"
HOBBS BLOCKS TWO INCOMING BLOWS FROM DECKARD, THEN PROCEEDS TO DELIVER A BRUTAL UPPERCUT PUNCH TO HIS JAW- FOLLOWED BY A KICK TO THE GUT, KNOCKING HIM DOWN.
SHAW QUICKLY RECOVERS BY ROLLING BACKWARDS & PERFORMS A GROUND-LEVEL SWIPE-KICK, TRIPPING AN INCOMING HOBBS TO THE GROUND..
BUT SHAW'S ATTACK IS SHORT-LIVED AS DOM CATCHES HIM OFF-GUARD AND PROCEEDS TO GRAB HIM FROM BEHIND, LOCKING HIM IN A CHOKEHOLD AS LUKE RISES TO HIS FEET..
SHAW MANAGES TO SLOWLY STAND UP, UNABLE TO BREAK DOM'S GRIP. HE DELIVERS TWO BLOWS TO DOM'S MIDSECTION, AND TORETTO BEGINS TO TURN AROUND- TRYING NOT TO LOSE HIS GRIP.. THEN SHAW STEPS UP ON THE GARAGE DOOR & FLIPS HIMSELF LOOSE. HE LANDS IN FRONT OF HOBBS, WHO GOES IN FOR ANOTHER CHOKEHOLD BUT IS THWARTED BY A HEAVY REVERSE-KICK FROM SHAW, WHO QUICKLY SPINS AROUND AND HITS DOM WITH THE SAME MOVE.
AN ANGERED LUKE GRABS SHAW BY HIS LOWER LEGS AND RAISES HIM UP AS DOM RESPONDS WITH A CRUSHING MID-AIR BLOW TO THE FACE WITH HIS FOREARM (FAST & FURIOUS 6 PLANE STUNT).
DECKARD INSTANTLY DROPS TO THE GROUND. HE REMAINS MOTIONLESS FOR A FEW MOMENTS AS DOM & HOBBS SURROUND HIM..
AS SHAW SLOWLY REGAINS CONSCIOUSNESS, HOBBS SHAKES HIS HEAD IN DISBELIEF..
"I GUESS WE'LL HAVE TO WORK ON THAT SOME MORE?!"
DECKARD PUSHES HIMSELF OFF THE GROUND, AND QUICKLY TAKES NOTICE OF THEIR POSITIONS.. IN FRONT & BEHIND HIM..
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