Dirk (narration): The thrill of the fight! Man it just gets my blood racing!
(The scene opens to two young men fist fighting in the backyard of a house. One of the men is built like a championship boxer. He has light brown hair, cut short. He is wearing a bright red gi and a black belt around his waist. His name is Dirk and he is the main character of this tale. The other fighter is shirtless, wearing gray sweatpants and is wearing sunglasses. Funny enough, he is sporting a mullet. He has a goatee and scraggly chin hair. His name is Richie. Richie seems to be the weaker of the two and is struggling to fight back against Dirk.)
Richie: Take it easy, man!
(Richie puts up his arms to block Dirk’s kick. His arms get knocked aside and Dirk punches him in the face. Richie falls to the ground.)
Dirk: Get up, Richie! You’re fine and you know it!
Richie: Nope, I think I might be dying. You hit me pretty hard, you know.
Dirk: Haha! Get up!
(Dirk puts out his hand and helps Richie up. Richie hurries over to the nearby tree and slumps down next to it. He picks up a beer, lying
on the ground and chugs it down. Dirk looks over at the pile of empty beer bottles on the ground.)
Dirk: You have a real problem, man.
(Richie throws the, now empty, beer bottle over with the rest of them.)
Richie: So, do you. You’re addicted to fighting.
(Richie hiccups.)
Richie: They’re both probably going to get us killed.
(Dirk sighs.)
Dirk: There’s no reasoning with you, is there.
(Dirk sits down next to Richie, puts his hands behind his head and closes his eyes. Richie hiccups.)
Richie: Nope.
(They sit for a moment, in silence.)
Richie: So, when’s that tournament start?
Dirk: I leave in a week. You know I wish you would go.
Richie: I ain’t got the money.
Dirk: That’s how you afford all this beer, huh?!
Richie: …What was the question, again?
Dirk: You’re drunk.
Richie: Haha, penguins. They’re so fat.
Dirk: I’m out.
(Dirk gets up and leaves.)
INT. VICKSBURG
(Dirk is walking down the road, with his hands in his pocket.)
Dirk(narration): I can’t really stay mad at Richie. He might be an airhead, but he’s the only friend I’ve ever had.
EXT. VICKSBURG-MORNING-14 years prior
(A seven year old Dirk is sitting in the back of an old Buick. He looks out his window to see a small southern town. His parents are sitting at the front of the vehicle, with his father driving. His mother reaches back and ruffles his hair. They drive through the town and reach a road leading into the woods. They eventually come upon a small cabin. The vehicle comes to a stop and they get out. Dirk’s mother opens up the door and helps him out of his car seat. She sets him on the ground and takes a hold of his hand.)
Dirk(narration): We had lived up north in Pennsylvania. But, my dad lost his job, so we had to move down south to live with my grandparents.
(Dirk and his mother walk toward the house.)
Mother: This is going to be our new home, Dirk!
(They walk up to the door and his father knocks. Two old hillbilly types open the door, to greet them.)
Grandfather: Well, howdy there strangers!
Dirk(narration): I was in hillbilly hell.
INT. DIRK’S HOME
(Dirk’s grandmother is pinching his cheeks and speaking to him as if he were a baby.)
Grandmother: Ooh! You’re so precious; you’re just as cute as a button!
Dirk(narration): She meant well, but damn if I she didn’t annoy the living shit out of me. But, they weren’t the worst part about it.
EXT. VICKSBURG ELEMENTARY
(Dirk is standing at the sidewalk of his elementary school. He is looking up at the school, as if waiting for something to happen. The other kids walk right by him, without taking notice. He eventually walks up the steps and enters his classroom. He sits down in an empty seat
and looks around at the other students. The teacher walks in and the classroom settles down.)
Teacher: Hello class! My name is Miss Stacey! Looks like we have quite the “crad” in here!
Dirk(narration): What the hell is a crad?!
Miss Stacey: I’d like each of y’all to go take turns telling e’rebody your names and a wee bit about yourself!
Dirk(narration): I wanted to participate, but I didn’t know even know what the hell she was saying!
(Dirk watches the other students and realizes what he’s supposed to do. It’s now time for Dirk to take his turn. He, nervously, stands up.)
Dirk: H-hi. My name is Dirk Mancini. I like to draw and go for wualks.
Student: Whatcha like to do?
Dirk: Huh? Uh, I like to go for wualks?
Student: Oh, he means wowlks!
(The other students laugh at the way Dirk pronounces the work walk.)
Miss Stacey: Awlright, class! That’s enough! It’s nice to meet you, Dirk!
CHAPTER 1:
ETERNAL RIVALRY
EXT. RICHIE’S HOUSE-AFTERNOON
Dirk (narration): The thrill of the fight! Man it just gets my blood racing!
(The scene opens to two young men fist fighting in the backyard of a house. One of the men is built like a championship boxer. He has light brown hair, cut short. He is wearing a bright red gi and a black belt around his waist. His name is Dirk and he is the main character of this tale. The other fighter is shirtless, wearing gray sweatpants and is wearing sunglasses. Funny enough, he is sporting a mullet. He has a goatee and scraggly chin hair. His name is Richie. Richie seems to be the weaker of the two and is struggling to fight back against Dirk.)
Richie: Take it easy, man!
(Richie puts up his arms to block Dirk’s kick. His arms get knocked aside and Dirk punches him in the face. Richie falls to the ground.)
Dirk: Get up, Richie! You’re fine and you know it!
Richie: Nope, I think I might be dying. You hit me pretty hard, you know.
Dirk: Haha! Get up!
(Dirk puts out his hand and helps Richie up. Richie hurries over to the nearby tree and slumps down next to it. He picks up a beer, lying
on the ground and chugs it down. Dirk looks over at the pile of empty beer bottles on the ground.)
Dirk: You have a real problem, man.
(Richie throws the, now empty, beer bottle over with the rest of them.)
Richie: So, do you. You’re addicted to fighting.
(Richie hiccups.)
Richie: They’re both probably going to get us killed.
(Dirk sighs.)
Dirk: There’s no reasoning with you, is there.
(Dirk sits down next to Richie, puts his hands behind his head and closes his eyes. Richie hiccups.)
Richie: Nope.
(They sit for a moment, in silence.)
Richie: So, when’s that tournament start?
Dirk: I leave in a week. You know I wish you would go.
Richie: I ain’t got the money.
Dirk: That’s how you afford all this beer, huh?!
Richie: …What was the question, again?
Dirk: You’re drunk.
Richie: Haha, penguins. They’re so fat.
Dirk: I’m out.
(Dirk gets up and leaves.)
INT. VICKSBURG
(Dirk is walking down the road, with his hands in his pocket.)
Dirk(narration): I can’t really stay mad at Richie. He might be an airhead, but he’s the only friend I’ve ever had.
EXT. VICKSBURG-MORNING-14 years prior
(A seven year old Dirk is sitting in the back of an old Buick. He looks out his window to see a small southern town. His parents are sitting at the front of the vehicle, with his father driving. His mother reaches back and ruffles his hair. They drive through the town and reach a road leading into the woods. They eventually come upon a small cabin. The vehicle comes to a stop and they get out. Dirk’s mother opens up the door and helps him out of his car seat. She sets him on the ground and takes a hold of his hand.)
Dirk(narration): We had lived up north in Pennsylvania. But, my dad lost his job, so we had to move down south to live with my grandparents.
(Dirk and his mother walk toward the house.)
Mother: This is going to be our new home, Dirk!
(They walk up to the door and his father knocks. Two old hillbilly types open the door, to greet them.)
Grandfather: Well, howdy there strangers!
Dirk(narration): I was in hillbilly hell.
INT. DIRK’S HOME
(Dirk’s grandmother is pinching his cheeks and speaking to him as if he were a baby.)
Grandmother: Ooh! You’re so precious; you’re just as cute as a button!
Dirk(narration): She meant well, but damn if I she didn’t annoy the living shit out of me. But, they weren’t the worst part about it.
EXT. VICKSBURG ELEMENTARY
(Dirk is standing at the sidewalk of his elementary school. He is looking up at the school, as if waiting for something to happen. The other kids walk right by him, without taking notice. He eventually walks up the steps and enters his classroom. He sits down in an empty seat
and looks around at the other students. The teacher walks in and the classroom settles down.)
Teacher: Hello class! My name is Miss Stacey! Looks like we have quite the “crad” in here!
Dirk(narration): What the hell is a crad?!
Miss Stacey: I’d like each of y’all to go take turns telling e’rebody your names and a wee bit about yourself!
Dirk(narration): I wanted to participate, but I didn’t know even know what the hell she was saying!
(Dirk watches the other students and realizes what he’s supposed to do. It’s now time for Dirk to take his turn. He, nervously, stands up.)
Dirk: H-hi. My name is Dirk Mancini. I like to draw and go for wualks.
Student: Whatcha like to do?
Dirk: Huh? Uh, I like to go for wualks?
Student: Oh, he means wowlks!
(The other students laugh at the way Dirk pronounces the work walk.)
Miss Stacey: Awlright, class! That’s enough! It’s nice to meet you, Dirk!
Edited by Ertyx