*VB walks around the office in a suit, coffee in hand. The aloof corporate gaze and smug smile ‘Good-morning’ is now second nature to VB. Yet somewhere, deep in the murky corners of his mind, he longs for his past…He longs to fight*
*Cut to scene at front of the office building. The working day is just beginning, and several people in suits/corporate dresses are scurrying through the massive lobby. VB is seen in a shmick suit, striding towards the elevator*
Worker1: Vinnie Balboa! Goodmorning
VB: Morning
Worker2: Morning Vinnie, heading up?
VB: Morning, uh yea
*both men step into the elevator. It is crowded. VB is visibly irritated by the tight squeeze*
Worker2: How’s the weekend?
VB: yea good, you know
Worker2: What’d you get up to
VB: Why don’t you mind your own goddam business
*the people in the elevator are visibly shocked. They all remain silent.*
Worker2 (thinks it’s a joke): hahaha! You’re too much Vinnie Balboa!
VB: How about I, uh, break your face? How would you like that
Worker2: HAHAHAA! You’re killing me!
*VB lashes out, grabbing the man in a headlock. The worker is coughing/choking*
VB: How’s that for a joke? You ain’t laughing too much now, are ya?
*Worker2 is knocked out. He lies sprawled on the elevator floor. Suddenly, the doors open, and the CEO of BAN steps in. He is in a gleaming suit*
CEO: Morning
VB: Morning, sir
CEO *glances at man on floor* : What’s happened here?
VB: I don’t think he is doing too good. Must’ve had a rough weekend
CEO: well… yes. And how are you Vinnie Balboa?
VB: I’m not doing too good sir, you see… I’m a fighter. I don’t do too good in suits. I want you to know that you have a fine bank here…but maybe it’s not for me no more
CEO: I’m sorry to hear that. Your attitude is not great, I’d like to take this opportunity to informally dismiss you from your role
*Elevator doors open. The CEO is stepping out. As the doors open, so does a floodgate in Vinnie Balboa’s soul. A pure rage, unlike any force on earth, seethes through his being. White, hot, blissful fury*
VB: Hey, CEO sir… I gotta tell you something else that’s been on my mind
*VB walks out of elevator to the CEO. He begins to pound him. First a push. As he stumbles, VB throws a hard right cross, rolling into a thunderous left uppercut. Several office workers swarm, restraining him. VB is shouting incoherently. The CEO is knocked out cold*
*VB knocks out a few office workers before he is restrained fully. Police have entered the building. Vinnie Balboa is placed under arrest. Cut to courtroom scene*
Judge: Vinnie Balboa.. you are a violent, stupid man. You unable to control your rage, much like an angry child
Vinnie Balboa: Your honor, sir, that’s not true. I’m a good man, I just –
Judge: I’ve heard enough. You’re an idiot. A fool, who has no place in civilised society. Even prison is too good for you
Vinnie Balboa: what, you think you’re better than me? ALL YOU THINK YOU BETTER THAN ME? I DON’T DO TOO GOOD WITH INSULTS, YOU KNOW
Judge: SHUTTUP YOU GODDAM ANIMAL
VB: I oughtta knock you out, you know that? I ain’t no animal. It’s fancy pants people like you, in their suits, that’s the animals..
Judge: I sentence you to exile. You will live at least 500kn from any established city or town. The bush is where animals like you belong…