As the camera came into focus, it showed a long, dark hallway, getting shorter and shorter by the second. Behind the camera, faint footsteps could be heard and a few soft words were exchanged.
"So who is this Robinson guy anyway? I've never heard of him."
"Neither have I. Must be some guy from the indies."
"And we're meeting him in a weight room at the back of a dark hallway? I've seen movies that start like this. Bad ones."
The camera stopped at a door near the end of the hall labeled "Weight Room". Off to the side of the field of view, a hand appeared and grabbed the handle on the door, turning it and pushing the door open. He camera was momentarily flooded with light from the room, but as it adjusted itself, it revealed exactly what it said on the door, several weight machines lined up on both walls, with various sets of dumb-bells scattered in the middle. On the wall opposite the door, there hung a few standard punching bags, with only one in use. The man stood with his back to the door, throwing rights and lefts at his stationary 'foe'. The camera began to move forward across the room, careful to avoid tripping on the weights. As the reached the man, the movement stopped and someone behind the camera spoke up....
"Excuse me, but are you Brody Robinson?"
The man jumped a bit from the sudden noise, causing his punch to miss the bag completely, and he had to stop himself from falling forward. As soon as he was stable, he spun around to face the camera, showing the viewer the camera crew was right. He was dressed in simple workout clothes, a plain white T-Shirt and open fingered gloves, staples of his usual attire.
"Bit rude to interrupt a guy while he's training isn't it?"
"Sorry, but we were told to meet you here to shoot an introduction video for the fans."
Brody started into the camera for a second, before looking to the crew behind it, clearly confused. He started looking from one to the other, trying to remember how they found him here. It began to look like he wouldn't remember, until a moment of realization flashed across his face and a smile stretched across his mouth.
"Oh, okay. You must be the guys from FFA then. Truth be told, I didn't think I was famous enough to warrant a camera crew. I figured they were just going to throw a mid-nineties camera at me and say, 'Go Nuts'.
"Well, we could still do that. We'll give you the camera and go wait outside in the truck."
It was pretty clear from his voice that the man behind the camera was joking, but Brody sincerely nodded and started to take the camera from it's current holder.
"Alright cool. I'll get it back to you when I'm done. Back in a flash."
"Well....um....That was just a...."
Before the man could finish, the camera's view turned back to the door and walked out, leaving the crew alone in the weight room. Through the microphones the crew had been carrying, a few curses could be heard, even when the camera blacked out.
((Part Two Later))
"So who is this Robinson guy anyway? I've never heard of him."
"Neither have I. Must be some guy from the indies."
"And we're meeting him in a weight room at the back of a dark hallway? I've seen movies that start like this. Bad ones."
The camera stopped at a door near the end of the hall labeled "Weight Room". Off to the side of the field of view, a hand appeared and grabbed the handle on the door, turning it and pushing the door open. He camera was momentarily flooded with light from the room, but as it adjusted itself, it revealed exactly what it said on the door, several weight machines lined up on both walls, with various sets of dumb-bells scattered in the middle. On the wall opposite the door, there hung a few standard punching bags, with only one in use. The man stood with his back to the door, throwing rights and lefts at his stationary 'foe'. The camera began to move forward across the room, careful to avoid tripping on the weights. As the reached the man, the movement stopped and someone behind the camera spoke up....
"Excuse me, but are you Brody Robinson?"
The man jumped a bit from the sudden noise, causing his punch to miss the bag completely, and he had to stop himself from falling forward. As soon as he was stable, he spun around to face the camera, showing the viewer the camera crew was right. He was dressed in simple workout clothes, a plain white T-Shirt and open fingered gloves, staples of his usual attire.
"Bit rude to interrupt a guy while he's training isn't it?"
"Sorry, but we were told to meet you here to shoot an introduction video for the fans."
Brody started into the camera for a second, before looking to the crew behind it, clearly confused. He started looking from one to the other, trying to remember how they found him here. It began to look like he wouldn't remember, until a moment of realization flashed across his face and a smile stretched across his mouth.
"Oh, okay. You must be the guys from FFA then. Truth be told, I didn't think I was famous enough to warrant a camera crew. I figured they were just going to throw a mid-nineties camera at me and say, 'Go Nuts'.
"Well, we could still do that. We'll give you the camera and go wait outside in the truck."
It was pretty clear from his voice that the man behind the camera was joking, but Brody sincerely nodded and started to take the camera from it's current holder.
"Alright cool. I'll get it back to you when I'm done. Back in a flash."
"Well....um....That was just a...."
Before the man could finish, the camera's view turned back to the door and walked out, leaving the crew alone in the weight room. Through the microphones the crew had been carrying, a few curses could be heard, even when the camera blacked out.
((Part Two Later))
