*VB is seen on horseback, galloping through the dry red outback. He is wearing full cowboy gear, from the big hat down to the boots and spurs. A coiled whip hangs loosely from his side. Since his exile 5 years ago, Vinnie Balboa has become a true bushman. He makes a living by taking up various contracts – anything from treasure hunts, to robbery and mercenary work. He lives on the fringes – a wild animal, untamed and unrestricted. Panoramic shot of VB galloping towards a moving train*
VB (Yelling at horse): YAAAHHH FITBIT, YAAHHH… FASTER FITBIT!
*The horse is catching up to the train. VB is clearly about to board, and rob the train*
*Fitbit stumbles. Vinnie Balboa comes off the beast, rolling in the dust. The train speeds off into the horizon. Vinnie Balboa is furious *
VB: uhh you let me down, Fitbit. How you gonna throw me off like that
*VB removes his whip from his belt. He begins to whip Fitbit. Fitbit kicks Vinnie Balboa in the groin*
VB: (voice is high-pitched) ARRGGHHH NOOO !! MA GROIN !!
*A fury begins to swell within Vinnie Balboa. He drops the whip, and raises his fists. Rightcross, uppercut, jab jab, hook straight right. He throws a chain combo at his horse Fitbit, who counters with another kick. Vinnie Balboa cops another hit to his groin*
VB (Tears of pain streaming from his eyes): MA GROIN !! AAADRIIIANNN
*Fitbit gallops away. Vinnie Balboa lies in fetal position in the dirt, clutching his groin*
*Cue sad music. Panoramic shot of Vinnie Balboa, lying alone in the dirt. He is miles from civilisation, in full cowboy kit and covered in dirt…clutching his groin. The sun sets, and he is lying in darkness.*
*Cue flashbacks of Vinnie Balboa’s life. Angada Angada….His bar fight…the waitress…. Adrian….Brucie…. Angel of Death…… His time at BAN…..the Judge sentencing him….Fitbit’s well aimed kick to the groin*
* The sun has set, and it is pitch black*
*Sad music swells. Fade in an old photograph of Vinnie Balboa, in his glory days… In the photograph, he is smiling.*