RoughKut Rd. 3 Promo 2

The clouds open up and a downpour soaks the land. The trees are alive with the noise of the rain falling upon their leaves. The ground is becoming saturated and the wind is blowing in hard from the East casting a horizontal cascade of water. It’s deep in the forest near the House of Royce. The back property is heavily wooded and a perfect get away and activity area. Today’s activity however is a bit out of the ordinary. Then again what at the Estate of Royce is actually ordinary?

The camera pans around the area, the only images in view are the deep underbrush of the surrounding woods. The canopy above is thick and holding water well. Every so often the leaves would break their hold on the pockets of rain and it would come crashing to the forest floor exploding in a cloud of drops and mist. A crackle sounding off from behind the camera breaks the hypnotic noise of the falling rain. Swinging around violently to finally catch some exciting footage, the view comes to rest on Dominic Royce. But Dom is not in his usual red carpet wear. He has donned himself in full camouflage gear and an Indiana Jones hat. He holds a pair of binoculars in his left hand and a rifle in the other. Royce could not keep the grin off his face and put on a serious look. He began to nearly break up but retained himself before the camera zoomed in.

Royce: You may be wondering. What is this damn idiot doing donning full camouflage and swinging a rifle around? Well I will tell you…

Royce steps up close to the camera and leans in as if telling a secret that only he and the fans around the world would only be privy too.

Royce: I am huntin me self a Ty-ga. And Krykee are the buggers a tough parcel to attaiyn.

He nearly breaks his composure again after his ill attempt at a Australian accent. His smile behind his strained serious expression all to evident.

Royce: All right, all right… In all seriousness.

He snickers a bit but continues.

Royce: Yeah, I am out here hunting myself a Tamu the Tongan Tiger. Heard they can be quite entertaining to hunt, shoot and mount on a wall. I am on the trail of one right now. Well not the Roughkut Tournament Tamu of course, he is probably out searching for some third world prostitutes’ to pimp out to the red light district. These beasts go out at night dancing around fires and cause all types of mischief. I must track one down and take it as a prize. It will be practice for my match against one of them in the ring Sunday. So watch closely…

Royce, unable to hold back his laughter, gives up and lets out a loud bellow of sadistic laughter as he plunges through the low lying tree limbs. His body crunched low to the ground. The binoculars hold strong strapped around his neck as he holds the rifle abreast above the wet mud that covered the forest floor. Royce walked for a moment every so often looking back to give a minor “Shhh” signal with his finger and slight release of air through his teeth.

Royce: [Silently to himself] Shut-up I can do this, go away…

The camera slightly paused but continued his passage following Royce through the dense undergrowth. The land in here seemed as if it had not been touched in many years.

Royce: [Silently to himself] If I was to lose there would be no reason for it. It will not happen. You want to know why, because I know my limits. (Laughs quietly) I have none. Tamu seems to be limited by his little pygmy god Jobu. Hell, he probably wouldn’t show up if the POLYNESIAN cloud kicker ditched out on him. Which would not be a surprise.

Royce laughs a bit but realizing he has been talking sharply looks back toward the camera. He gives it a cautious gaze for a moment but falls back into his little game.

Royce: Come on you ignorant fans... follow me. I hear one of these little wild bastards now. Over there in the distance…

The camera panned around and noticed a low glow coming from the deep dark woods. The two had walked too far into the thick of this forest that light has been dimming with each step.

Royce: All right I will walk around this way (He points to the left) and you keep a distant eye on me. I don’t want you to scare off the wild animal.

A huge grin comes across his face as he holds up the same gun he used to stun the clowns at the special circus he attended a couple weeks back. He has given up on holding back his excitement for this game. Slowly he begins to creep around the trees and growth. The camera sticks back, but zooms in ever so slowly as he makes his way toward the fire. After a moment Royce had made his way to the boundary of the campsite and paused waiting for the right opportunity. The camera had now zoomed way in and the only thing in view was the silhouette of Royce from behind taking aim on a man that looks awfully similar to Tamu the Tongan Tiger. The man is shirtless and wearing only a loin cloth as protection. Unlike Tamu however, he also wore a bright tribal mask across his face but the designs were hard to see from the distance. Bongos are blaring in the background as he madly dances around a fire. However this image is a bit different. This Tamu isn’t as graceful or as well in shape, his gut stuck out a bit and the hair on top of his head was a bit thinned.

Royce turns around and even through the shadows its easily noticed that he had to take a moment to get a quick laugh out before he continued. Soon after he spun back around, took aim and fired. The dart found its mark right on the back side of the very different looking Tamu, who soon after crashed violently to the ground. The camera rushed through the leaves, twigs, limbs and various other obstacles blocking the way. Eventually the camera man arrived at the camp; he stopped a few feet from Royce who now stood above the fallen tribesman talking to himself.

Royce: I am doing this. Leave it be… What? Fine I will do what I can to waste away every bone from his being. I will not finsih my assault until the frightful end or they force a army upon me to stop my actions. I vow this, Ambr….

Royce pauses as he notices the camera. He pulls his view from the ground and focuses deep into the lens.

Royce: Sorry about that a little irritation. Anyway… (Laughing) My Prize, you see… a gift for you and me. I’m speaking to you Tamu. Want to see what is behind curtain number 2?

Royce reaches down, still laughing and pulls the tribal mask from the man’s face. The impostor now easily identified as that of Royce’s butler, Mario. Royce kicked him a couple times in the side but he never stirred.

Royce: Well I doubt he will wake for a while. I put enough tranquilizer in that dart to drop a moose. As you can see Mario is not such a small man, so I figured more is better than less.

Royce tosses the mask down on the resting Mario, who has already begun snoring in his tranquilized sleep. He pulls the dart out of Mario’s ass and tosses it to the side.

Royce: All right, fine, enough fun. Tamu I hoped you enjoyed this little entertainment. I plan on doing a similar action to you dear sir. But this will not entail any tranq’s or my happy ass creeping through the trees. No I will end your run in this tournament once and for all with the Embargo, which is feigning for the chance to take out another fool who wishes to try and step to my stature. I have come for one goal and that objective to attain the end all title in this tournament, the coveted number one place. I will walk through you just as I have walked through the fools that preceded you.

Royce steps away from Mario’s snoring but otherwise lifeless body. The fire is crackling and burning bright. He takes a seat at its edge and savors its heat. The camera pans around and fixes its view on Royce from the opposite side of the flames. The view of him through the fire is slightly distorted and highly bright. His cheekbones are very prominent and the intense look of determination seems to cast heavily through his eyes.

Royce: I have been through a lot throughout my life in this sport. I have leaped my way to the top when I first started years ago. That being one of my many highs and it doesn’t come without its lows. I have also broken my back and damn near ended my career. I came back a few years later, knowing I could again make a major impact. I DID… I have in record time brought back my following and clawed my way back upon the pillar on which I belong. I have been slammed through boxes of glass, metal fencing and tables of plenty. I have never once backed down and I will ALWAYS keep coming. I will NOT change my way of action at this time or any to come. I will be approaching that ring to take this match from you, and I WILL be the only one walking out. And I will be walking out with another round in my win column. Be fair warned young Tiger, there are far more dangerous animals in the wild. And this wild is not your jungle book fantasy. Life is wild… and Tamu… I will show you what true pain and fear really is. Sleep tight… for soon you will be going home and after I and through, it will not be on your own accord.

Royce reaches down and grabs a handful of something from inside his coat jacket. He pulls a tight fist to his face and matches the crease of his hand to his mouth. With a deep inhale he then releases a massive breath sending a cloud of something into the fire. The fire jumped up and danced through the particles blowing a flame so bright the camera went white and blanked out everything leaving only a screen of black.

FIN