The Ghost: Boxer's Kin (Radio Show)

A girl is murdered, her father is framed, and a person is kidnapped, can The Ghost solve this mystery before the big fight in this Boxing themed episode of THE GHOST!

The Ghost April 2008 issue

Boxer's Kin

By Daniel Rodriguez



Ghost: I hear voices. They tell me to do things. They cry out for vengeance and justice. Only I can answer their call. The dead must find rest. They shall be avenged. I am "the Ghost."

Announcer: The Ghost!

FX: Wind

Announcer: Fighting for the supernatural, defying those who would take advantage of spirits, and keeping the boundaries safe. When the dead can't speak!

(Music; something mystical)

Announcer: Born able to commune with the dead, Rick Hart, Private Eye, has established an agency secretly dedicated to serving those who passed and keeping balance in the two worlds. Should there be a murder most foul, should there be a grave threat to the powers that be. Then prepare for an otherworldly encounter with The Ghost!

FX: Clock counting down the time till it rings midnight.

Announcer: The fates have set. The time has come for the fantastic mystery ride of paranormal proportions: Boxer's Kin

Background Noises: Stadium stuff

Linda: Rick, just what are we doing here?

Rick: Well, you always tell me how cramped up you are in the office so I felt you might like it if I took you out somewhere.

Malina: This is the worst idea of a date I have ever heard.

Rick: So, you like these seats?

Malina: You accidently asked for two, thinking about me, and now you try and cover it up by bringing her to a boxing match?

Rick: I thought it was generous?
Linda: I don't see what's so generous about these seats.

Malina: You would think that it would occur to you that being a ghost, I don't need a seat.

Rick: I just want everyone to be happy.

Linda: I never said I wasn't happy.

Rick: Sorry, then, I am glad you like it.

Linda: It just is that…

Rick: Yes?

Linda: When you asked if I wanted to go out, I wasn't thinking of here.

Malina: Poor girl, she probably thought you were going on a date.

Rick: I am sorry, next time I take you somewhere, you get to pick the place.

Linda: Really?

Malina: Did you just make this a date, brother?

Rick: What?

Linda: When?

Rick: Next time I said.

Linda: So uh, whose fighting?

Rick: His name is Santorum. He is this Samoan boxer, local guy. People say that if he wins this one, and his next fight, he might make it to prime time.

Linda: (uninterested) Interesting.

Rick: People say though, he has his work cut out for him. The Mexican he is fighting is undefeated.

Linda: (shocked) Mexican? Why do you call him "the Mexican?"

Rick: I don't mean it like that, it is just that in boxing, there are different flavors of fighters. Nothing racist, just kind of how some people group them.

Linda: So the Mexican…

Rick: He has a name.

Linda: So what is his name?

Rick: Oscar Cintron. He has fast hand movement.

Malina: She is not a boxing fan. Calm down Rick, you are salivating.

Rick: Sorry, needless to say, the boy is quick, but my money is on Santorum.

Fx: Bell Rings

Official: Ladies and Gentlemen. Tonights boxing match is about to begin. In the blue corner; weighing in at 160 pounds, Dwayne Santorum.

Fx: Crowd cheers.

Official: And from the red corner; weighing in at 161 pounds, Oscar Cintron!

Fx: Boos

Commentator: And there you have it ladies and gentlemen, the two boxers go to the middle of the ring, and touch gloves.

Fx: Audience claps.

Color: This should be interesting, what Santorum has in power, Cintron makes up in speed. These kinds of matchups tend to be the most explosive to watch.

Fx: Bell rings.

Commentator: And they go to their respective corners.

Santorum: Well, we are here.

Swank: Don't worry dad, you can take him. Watch the combos, aim for the body. Once you slow him down, don't hold back.

Ref: Boxers ready? Lets go!

FX: Bell rings.

Fade into

Commentator: Body punch, body punch, body punch again! Santorum has effectively shut down Cintron's momentum. Cintron tries to fire back. A clean shot lands, but Santorum shakes it off.

Color: This fight is over, it is now only a matter of time before Oscar Cintron goes down.

Swank: His guard is dropping, end him pops!

Santorum: (battle grunt)

Fx: Boxing punch.

Fx: Body faling in a ring.

Commentator: And Cintron's winning streak is over! With a brutal overhand right, Santorum decimated what was believed to be an impeneratral guard of Oscar Cintron!

Rick: That's my boy! Wooooo!

Linda: Rick, can you…keep it down?

Rick: Oh, sorry, I forgot you were sitting next to me.

Linda: Good to know you were thinking about me.

Rick: YEAH!!

Fx: Rick clapping his hands.

Rick: I knew you could do it!

Malina: That was a great fight!

Rick: I can't wait for the next one.

Linda: Next one?

Rick: Don't worry, I wont bring you.

Malina: Um… Rick, I think you hurt her feelings.

Rick: Oh. I didn't mean it like that.

Linda: It's okay, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings but I find boxing, vulgar.

Rick: I am sorry I brought you here.
Linda: Don't mention it.

Official: Ladies and gentlemen, at One minute and Fifty seconds into the sixth round, we have a winner. By way of Knock Out. The Phenomenal of Boxing, Dwayne Santorum!

Fx: Crowd cheers.

Swank: Good job dad, I am proud of you.

Santorum: Who you think we fight next?

Swank: I heard from the commission that they are wanting us to fight with Cage next.

Santorum: Cage? When?

Swank: Not that long from now. The message I got was the winner of this fights Cage, the folks we want to impress are holding their next show in a month, they want whoever will show up to have one final victory to see who qualifies.

Santorum: Cage though?

Swank: I don't like him.

Santorum: Me neither.

Swank: We only fought him once, but beat him.

Santorum: Four years can change a boxer. Plus that was the amateurs.

Swank: Amateurs smamateurs! We are the only ones to give him a KO on record. We will be ready.

Santorum: So what is the plan.

Swank: Well as your trainer, I told them we would take it. Unless of course, you need the break?

Santorum: This guy, he didn't hurt me hard enough, okay I am ready. When do we start?

Swank: I am glad to hear.

Reporter: Mr. Santorum!

Snatorum: Yes?

Reporter: We have just received word that Joseph Cage has challenged you for a fight less then two weeks away. Your thoughts on the matter?

Santorum: The contract has apparently already been signed. I can confirm.

Swank: Good to hear.

Santorum: Further more, I would like the public to know, that last me and Joe boy met, I knocked him flat on his back.

Person: Pardon me.

Snatorum: Yes?

Person: Some one has asked me to give you this message; they want to see you in your room. Alone.

Santorum: Excuse me. You are?

Swank: Who was that, what did he say?

Santorum: I don't know, but he is gone.

Reporter: So….

Fade out.

Fx: Door opens

Clause: Welcome

Santorum: Who are you?

Clause: It does not matter who I am.

Santorum: So you said you wanted to speak with me?

Clause: That I do. It appears your manager, your little daughter, has signed you up for your next fight. Being that the doctors, I am sure, are going to clear you to be able to compete, that it is too late to back out of your next match?

Santorum: Well, if you know anything about me, I never back down from a challenge.

Clause: This is true as a certain person I work for keeps a close eye on all your fights.

Santorum: Get to the point.
Clause: The point is, he is impressed with you as a boxer, but would prefer for you to stay in the "local ranks" shall we say.

Santorum: Meaning?

Clause: You shall not be moving up in this world. You are good where you are, and it is here you shall stay.

Santorum: Listen you…

Clause: No you listen. You are going to lose your next fight. You will take a dive, and feel free to win whatever prize fights you are in after that.

Santorum: I am sorry, but I cannot do that.

Clause: Yes you will!

Santorum: And who will make me?

Clause: A very powerful man.

Santorum: I think you need to leave.

Clause: This gun says to differ, there are places a man can be shot, places that can end a boxers career. I am not afraid to end your career now!

Fx: Door opens.

Clause: What!?

Swank: Dad? Whats he doing with a…

Clause: You stupid girl!

Santorum: Keep the gun pointed at me!

Clause: Now, will you throw the next fight?

Santorum: Yes, just…

Clause: Ah, let me just give you a reminder of what happens if you don't.

Santorum: No!

Fx: Gunshot

Background: Stadium noises

Rick: What was that?

Malina: I think that's a gunshot!

Linda: What was it?

Rick: Um, probably just some backfire from a car. You stay here and let me check.

Linda: Rick! Don't go, it might be dangerous.

Rick: (huffing)

Malina: I hope everything is all right.

Rick: I hope so too.

Det. Thomas: Rick?

Rick: Detective. What are you…

Det. Thomas: Ever the boxing fan, even after all these years, eh Rick?

Rick: Still see you show up whenever there is trouble.

Det. Thomas: That is my line Rick.

Rick: Can you atleast tell me what you guys are concealing?

Det. Thomas: Can't do that.

Santorum (distant): Why wont you move?

Malina: Oh no.

Rick: Don't tell me. You have one fatality, female, late teens. Is that how you will be writing this one off?

Det. Thomas: Swank Santorum, shot through the heart. She probably didn't feel a thing.

Santorum (distant): Why!?

Rick: What does, Dwayne Santorum say?

Det. Thomas: Suicide.
Rick: I…guess my hands are tied then.

Det. Thomas: Bet you wished you never became a private eye, huh Rick!?

Malina: Suicide? Through the heart?

Rick: I guess it is possible. But Santorum looks to be the real suspect.

Malina: But they don't seem to be charging him with anything.

Rick: Perhaps. Judging from his cries, it was murder and he is hiding from who did it?

Malina: I don't know.

Fx; Walking up

Linda: What happened?

Rick: Nothing, go home. This is too much for you.

Linda: Okay Rick, I will go home.

Malina: And with that, you just lost two more points with her.

Rick: Come on, let's go home.

Det. Thomas: Rick!

Rick: Yes?

Det. Thomas: Um, I don't know how to say it, but…Santorum would like to speak with you.

Rick: Really?

FX: Two pairs of footsteps approaching.

Santorum: You…You are a private detective are you not?

Rick: Yes?

Santorum: Get the detective out of here, I want to speak with this guy alone.

Det. Thomas: What?

Santorum: Please, just for a minute.
Det. Thomas: Okay, Rick, you better tell me everything!

Fx: Walking away.

Santorum: I want to hire you.

Rick: Me?

Santorum: Please, I want you to work for me until my next fight.

Rick: Why?

Santorum: I…cannot tell you. I am sorry.

Rick: What really happened to your daughter?

Pause

Rick: Until you can tell me, I will have to refuse. Good night Mr. Santorum.

FX: Walking

Malina: Why did you do that?

Rick: It is not my place.

Malina: Our favorite boxer just asked us to help him.

Rick: I am sorry sis, but work ethic. For all we know he murdered his daughter and we don't even know what he wants us to do. It is not something to get involved with head first.

Radio guy: So, use our product, it works!

Linda: Where have I not heard that one before?

Fx: Door opens.

Rick: Morning Linda.

Linda: Morning Rick. Thanks for that date.

Rick: You went on a date?

Linda: Never mind!

Rick: So any news update on what happened after the show?

Linda: Well, on the news, they said that the boxer's trainer was killed. They then said that they brought him in for questioning but had nothing that stuck, so he is released.

Rick: Figures. Thanks Linda.

Malina: How sad. Rick, what do you think is going to happen?

Rick: No clue.

Fx; Phone rings.

Linda: Got it!

Fx: Phone being picked up.

Linda: Hello? Yes, he is here.

Rick: Who is it?

Linda: Guy, says he is a boxer.

Rick: Well, tell him…

Linda: Yes, here he is. Come on Rick, it's for you.

Rick: Fine…Hello?

Santorum: Mr. Hart. I did some research on you. You seem reliable. I know you said no to me the other day. But please, I need your help.

Rick: Then first tell me, what this pertains to.

Santorum: I can't…

Rick: I am sorry, I would like to help, but I need to know what I am being hired for.

Santorum: If you ever change your mind. Please call me. It is urgent.

Malina: You don't have to be so thick with him.

Rick: So you were listening?

Malina: It's easy for me to pick up waves.

Linda: So what happened?

Rick: He wants my help but refuses to tell me with what or why.

Linda: Sounds thick.

Rick: Well he is a local celebrity.

Malina: Um Rick, I think you will change your mind.

Rick: I am going to my office. I ask to not be disturbed. Okay?

Linda: Sure thing.

Fx; Door opens and closes.

Linda: Nice seeing you too.

Rick: Okay sis, what is it?

Malina: Okay. Let me get her.

Rick: So, what is going to make me change my…mind?

Swank: Mr. Hart.

Rick: Swank Santorum?

Swank: I heard you say no to my dad. Not many people do that you know.

Rick: I apologize. I am sure from a profession standpoint, my situation.

Swank: I left for awhile to see if my dad could get back up on his own two feet.

Rick: And?

Swank: He cannot.

Rick: Interesting.

Swank: I will tell you what my father cannot Mr. Hart. On the night of my murder, I caught a man I never seen before, he spoke in a German accent, threaten my dad with a gun. He wanted my dad to throw the next fight. He threatened him with a gun when I walked in. To show he meant business, he shot me. I only remember seeing a flash in the gun. Then watching over my own body as it laid on the ground.

Rick: I imagine that was quite the shock.

Swank: It was, but I got over it. We Santorum's are strong people. Needless to say, the man then told my dad that if he went to anyone about this or told anyone, more would soon follow. The man then left. My dad promised he wouldn't bring the cops in on this and when my dad promises something, he sticks to it.

Rick: So he will take a dive?

Swank: He said he would, but he didn't say "I promise." Right now, he wants someone to watch over him, make sure he makes it to the next fight alright. Please. I ask you on his behalf. Do it.

Rick: Linda!

Linda (distant): Yes?

Rick: Call back Mr. Santorum!

Swank: Thank you for being of service.

FX: Phone rings.

Fx: Phone picked up.

Santorum: Yes?

Rick: Mr. Santorum, this is Rick Hart. I know you aren't allowed to tell me what happened, so I will merely state what I think happened and you can respond with a yes or no. Do you understand?

Santorum: Yes.

Rick: Your daughter was killed right infront of you as a warning to take a dive during the next fight. They also warned you further if you go to the authorities. You to hire me, to watch your back but blend in at the same time. Am I correct?

Santorum: Yes.

Rick: I will take your case.

Announcer: Later on, that night.

Thug 1: This the place?

Thug 2: Yes, this is Santorums house. Now, the boss said that they don't think Mr. Santorum got the message, all he wants us to do, is go in, break his two hands, and get out.

Thug 1: Sounds easy.

Fx; glass breaking

Thug 2: Quiet! You want to wake the whole neighborhood?

Thug 3: Yes, keep it down.

Thug 1: Man, this place is a dump.

Thug 2: Well he hasn't made it yet.

Thug 3: And he wont be making it anytime soon.

Thug 1: (laughs)

Thug 2: I told you to be quiet.

Thug 1: Sorry.

Thug 3: So, you think breaking his hands will be enough?

Thug 2: He told us that he wants to make sure he beats him in their fight.

Thug 1: Boxers. Go figure.

Thug 3: They must have some kind of grudge.

Thug 2: From what I heard, when they were in the amateur division, our boss got knocked out. He wants to make sure he wins his next fight. By any means.

Ghost: Sorry to bug you three.

Thug 2: Whose there? It's too dark.

Ghost: So, your boss is thee Joseph Cage?

Thug 2: You were spying on us? Who are you!? Where are you!?

Ghost: Too bad you don't have flashlights on you.

Thug 1: I have a baton, I am not afraid to use it.

Ghost: Too late!

Fx: FWIP!

Malina: One down, two to go.

Fx: Glass object breaking on someones head.

Thug 2: Gug….

Thug 3: Hello? What happened? Anyone?

Ghost: Just me and you now.

Thug 3: Stay away!

Ghost: You chose to break into this house. Now let me show you some hospitality!

Fx: Punch

Thug 3: uh…

Fx: Kick

Fx; body falls to the floor.

Fx: Light switch flipped.

Santorum: Whose here?

Thug 1: Um….

Santorum: Who are you? What are you doing in my house?

Fx: knock on door.

Santorum: Who is it!?

Rick: It's me. Rick Hart, you asked to see me.

Santorum: Come on in.

Fx: door opens.

Rick: What happned here?
Santorum: I don't know? What about you, a bit late, isn't it?

Rick: I was watching your house from my car, I thought I saw three people try to break in, looks like I was right.

Santorum: Who are you?

Thug 1: We aint telling.

Rick: My guess, they are the ones who have been threatening you or more likely sent by the one who did threaten you.

Pause

Rick: Judging from your silence, I take it I am right.

Santorum: So, who do you work for?

Thug 1: Wouldn't you like to know.

Rick: I take it, it is someone with money, someone who wants you to lose your next fight. The only person I can think of is, Mr. Cage.

Santorum: You mean?

Rick: He inherited a lot of money at a young age, and had recently gotten into financial problems. If he gets the big fights that the future promises, he can make big bucks. But he would have to beat you in the process. Given your past record, I don't think he is too confident. Am I right, you goons?

Thug 1:…You're wrong!

Rick: I think I noticed a little hesitation there.

Thug 1: What? I didn't hesitate.

Rick: Go back to your boss, but when he finds out that Mr. Santorum knows who sent you, I don't think he will be too kindly, after all, he is a professional boxer. My advice, run away and never return. Or else Mr. Santorum will take out all his pent up frustration on your bodies.

Santorum: How did you?

Rick: All my abilites are at your disposal Mr. Santorum, and I know where they will strike next.

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Announcer: We now return for the thrilling conclusion to tonight's episode; Boxer's Kin

Cage: Well?

Clause: I am sorry, but they skipped town on us.

Cage: That is a first.

Clause: I was able to get a hold of one of them, he claims, some creature attacked them in the dark.

Cage: Creature?

Clause: Yes. It seems good help is hard to find. I take it they did not break his hands like we had hoped.

Cage: Do we know if he will still throw the fight?

Clause: We are dealing with a guy who runs himself on pride, I cannot be sure. There is however one way to reach him.

Cage: How so?

Clause: He does have another child. We could use this one as collateral.

Cage: You think he will buckle?

Clause: This one, is ,mentally handicapped, easy pickings.

Cage: We threaten the child, he throws the fight, and I become the next big name. I like it!

Clause: There is just one thing.

Cage: Yes?

Clause: I have reason to believe, that he may know you are behind this.

Cage: Then our boxing match might become very interesting.

Santorum: His name is Sonny.

Swank: He is my brother. I, I never really got to be there for him. He is a year older then me, but was born like this.

Sonny: Daddy!

Swank: He has the mind of a five year old they say. He isn't getting any better. So I hid from my elder brother most of my life.

Malina: I am so sorry.

Rick: Your son, he looks pretty strong.

Santorum: I rarely see him myself, we keep him in this place.

Rick: Why?

Santorum: Believe it or not Mr. Hart, I am a terrible father. This boy has special needs that I cant give him by myself, so almost all my money I make from the prizefights goes to this place, to keep him here.

Sonny: Daddy!

Santorum: He looks just like his mother.

Sonny: Aw thanks daddy, Mommy was pretty.

Swank: Are you allowed to talk to them for me Mr. Hart?

Rick: What is it you wanted to say?

Swank: Last time I talked to him, I called him a big fat baby. I don't want that to be my final passing between me and him.

Rick: Sonny?

Sonny: Hello Mister.

Rick: I have a message from your sis.

Sonny: Sissy?

Rick: She says…

Swank: I am sorry I never came and visit. Honest to goodness, I was scared of you. I mean, how could I look up to you as my big brother when I was the mature one? I guess I was just to ahead of myself.

Sonny: Tell her, I forgive her.

Swank: No, it's not okay, Sonny. You always think it is. It isn't! I looked down on you. And yet I called myself more mature then you?

Malina: It wasn't your fault.

Swank: Yes, it was.

Malina: My experience has taught me that the living learn just as much by living as they do when they pass. In a sense, ones death brings their life a whole new meaning. We learn to look past our stupid moments and continue to grow even as we die, and fade.

Rick: She wants you to know…

Swank: I never not loved you as my brother. I may have been ashamed of you, but never have I hated you. You are the strong one and mature, not me.

Rick: That is all she has to say.

Sonny: I still forgive her. Tell her she is my favorite sister in the whole wide world.

Rick: I am sure she got the message.

Malina: Rick, whose that?

Rick: I don't know.

Swank: Someone is meeting with my dad? Here?

Rick: They are looking this way!

Malina: You were right.

Swank: What's going on?

Rick: That guy, he came here to put a threat on your brother's life.

Swank: What?!

Santorum: Rick.

Rick: So, let me guess, he came to threaten your boy's life.

Santorum: Yes.

Rick: Don't worry, I will keep him safe. No harm shall come to your boy.

Santorum: Thanks. We have to be careful, they cant know about you.

Fx: Phone rings.

Operator: Hello Police Department, how can I help? One second.

Det. Thomas: Yes?
Operator: Mr. Hart on the phone.

Det. Thomas: I am not here.

Operator: He isn't asking for you, he is asking for the Chief.

Det. Thomas: Oh no.

Chief: I heard someone called me?

Operator: Line one sir.

Chief: Thank you.

Fx: Phone picked up.

Chief: Rick Hart! How are things?

Rick: I think we have a situation. I know your investigation is turning up no leads but I have a favor to ask you. It will all make sense soon enough.

Chief: I am listening…

Dramatic music.

Official 2: People, everyone! Calm down, the official weigh in is about to commence.

Rick: Now, be careful, don't make a scene.

Santorum: Your job is to pretend to be my trainer, I hope you can be convincing.

Rick: As long as you don't make me hold you back from cleaning this guy's clock!

Santorum: Easy for you to say, he didn't kill your daughter.

Cage: So, Santorum, we meet again.

Santorum: Still reeling from that KO I gave you?

Cage: No one pays attention to those amateur fights.

Santorum: If they did, you wouldn't be able to call yourself a professional.

Swank: My dad was a genius at getting inside his opponents head.

Cage: Too bad your better in the ring then you are as a father.
Santorum: What was that?

Cage: You don't want to make a scene do you?

Official: Mr. Cage weighs in at 158 pounds. Mr. Santorum, please come up.

Cage: At the fifth, you fall down, I mean it would be a shame to lose both your kids.

Official: Mr. Santorum; 162 pounds.

Cage: Did you hear me you piece of trash?

Santorum: Yes. At the fifth, I go down.

FX: Glass breaks.

Thug 4: We take the kid. Remember, in and out.

Thug 5: Just hurry up, we need to have him in our possession before the fight starts. We only have 3 hours.

Thug 4: Okay, this is the…place?

Thug 5: His room is empty?

Thug 4: What is going on?

Fx: eerie noise.

Thug 4: What was that?

Thug 5: Nothing. Perhaps they just moved him.

Thug 4: The thing said this room, it was very specific.

Policeman: (coughs)

Thug 4: Was that you?

Thug 5: I think…

Fx: Lights on

Cop: Freeze!

Cop 2: On your knees right now!
Thug 4: We been made.

Det. Thomas: Don't any of you think of moving.

Thug 5: Okay, you got me. How did you know.

Det. Thomas: So, you were going to kidnap the guy's son? You are a sick piece of work.

Fx; Phone ringing

Det Thomas: Is, that phone ringing?

Cop 1: The phone is ringing? Here, of all places?

Cop 2: I'll get it.

Det. Thomas: Must be a wrong number.

Cop 2: Its Rick Hart.

Det. Thomas: No way. How did he?

Cop 2: He says, bring the boy to the fight, front row.

Dramatic music.

Official: Ladies and gentlemen, the main event will begin in ten minutes.

Clause: You ready?

Cage: As I will ever be.

Clause: You excited?

Cage: Of course, tonight I get my revenge for my one mark on my perfect record.

Ghost: None of you will be successful today.

Cage: Who was that?

Ghost: I am The Ghost. And I am here, on behalf of someone whom you have wronged.

Clause: And who might that be?

Ghost: The person who you murdered!

Clause: Yeah right, with what proof do you have?

Ghost: I don't need proof, I am not a cop, I am here to enact vengeance. I am here to avenge Swank Santorum.

Clause: My gun says differently.

Ghost: No, the mirror says differently.

Fx: FLASH!

Cage: What was that about?

Clause: And what was this about a…mirror?

Cage: The mirror, its being fogged over!

Clause: What does it say?

Cage: It says, its says…

Cage: My dad is going to kill you.
Swank: My dad is going to kill you.

Ghost: (distant) May I remind you, that this is one night, none of you will walk away from. So says The Ghost!

Swank: Curuosity Rick, is that costume and use of theatrics neccissary.

Cage: (distant) What the heck was that?

Rick: Ask them.

Clause: (distant) Don't worry, he can't harm us…

Malina: My brother has issues, what can I say.

Swank: So, what now?

Rick: Now, we get your dad to kick his butt.

Offical: Ladies And gentlemen. Tonight's main event is about to begin…

Commentator: There has been a lot of hype to this fight, however most of the hype has come from the media.

Color: That's right. In the last fight, Boxer, Santorum lost his daughter under mysterious circumstances. She was gunned down and the police have given Santorum a certain releife from questioning until this match is over.

Commentator: If it couldn't get any weirder, this fight, is a revenge match, from four years ago in which Santorum Knocked Cage out, giving Cage his only loss by KO, however that was in the amateur division. Four years have passed, Cage has become a better boxer. Some may call him dirty, but he still has the hand movement and his ability to bob and weave.

Color: If he executes his speed and counter punching early, he can steal the fight. Problem is, once Santorum punches you, you know you have been punched. And the question is, can Cage stay one foot infront of those fists.

Commentator: Or, can Santorum land the hits he needs without taking too much of a beating.

Fx: Bell Rings

Commentator: And the opening bell is rung.

Background Fx: Boxing sounds

Color: Santorum is in trouble. Perhaps its his lack of a trainer, or perhaps, he is just being flat out, outboxed.

Commentator: And a brutal hook connects from Cage. Santorum able to get back and gets in a clinch.

Color: After shots like that, that is all you can do. It isn't fun to watch but it can keep you alive for another round.

Commentator: I don't know what good another round will do anybody at this point.

Cage: Can you even make it to the next round?

Fx: Two light boxing punches land.

Santorum: (heavy breathing)

Rick: This fight is over.

Malina: What do you mean?

Swank: It is?

Rick: Look. Sonny has arrived, under police escort, front row.

Swank:…Right where my dad can see him. Rick, I am ready.

Rick: Then, lets put an end to this charade.

Commentator: Santorum is hurt! Santorum is really hurt!

Color: The round is almost over.

Fx: Bell rings

Commentator: And that, is the end of the fourth round.

Santorum: I am sorry. I just can't let them…

Ghost: Hello Mr. Santorum.

Santorum: You, how did you get to my corner?

Ghost: Look to the left, first row, about seat 10.

Santorum: That's…

Ghost: Yes, he is safe. He will be safe. Those men by him, police officers.

Ghost : Now, there is…
Swank: there is nothing holding you back.

Santorum: Sw…

Swank: I don't want no excuses. He thinks your easy pickings meaning he will leave that guard down, also makes him open for a good solid counter. Remember, he is fast on his feet, but he has week legs. Send him off balance with one good shot to the jaw. He will buckle and wont be able to get up.

Cage: Is that…

Clause: No, can't be.

Cage: You said…

Clause: I shot her, I killed her. Yet, that must be someone else on his corner.

Cage: Did she just wink at me?

Clause: I have a bad feeling.

Swank: Now, avenge me father.

Santorum: Yes.

Fx: Bell rings.

Cage: So, you ready to take a dive?

Santorum: Not anymore.

Commentator: And a punch goes wild, Santorum with a quick counter.

Fx; heavy shots landing

Commentator: A three punch combination lands.

Cage: What are you doing?

Santorum: You killed my daughter.

Cage: Don't make me kill your son.

Fx: Brutal punch.

Cage: Do you have any idea?

Santorum: You still threaten me, my son is safe, my daughter dead, and you still threaten me when it is just you and me in the ring. Are you insane?

Cage: Your son is safe?

Santorum: He is here, front row, ten seats away from my corner. Now there is nothing to protect you from me.

Cage: Oh no…

Commentator: And we are seeing a different fight. Cage throwing some shots, but they look weaker.

Color: During most of the fight, Cage was throwing down for a knockout, I think his best punches are behind him.

Commentator: Meanwhile Santorum is picking up full steam.

Santorum: You ruined my life! Now I will end yours!

Commentator: An overhand right to the chin. Cage stumbles! He falls back, but the ropes catch him. An uppercut, perfectly executed. The ropes are keeping Cage up! And he is pounding away with lethal power shots, but the ropes refuse to let Cage fall.

Santorum: This is for my daughter, my son, and for me!

Fx: Bell ringing.

Commentator: About fifteen knockout punches too late, the ref is stopping the fight. Santorum walks to his corner and…Cage has just collapsed on his own!

Official: Ladies and Gentlemen, at 2 min into the…

Fx: Power goes down.

Ghost: Ladies and Gentlemen there is a murderer in the building. His name is Clause Sterling, a former hitman for the mob, I am sure the police have his picture on profile. And he is standing in that corner of there.

Fx: Lights go on.

Clause: You will never catch me!

Ghost: He is the man who murdered Swank Santorum!

Clause: (huffing)

Fx; Running

Clause: I need to find a way out.

Cop: Freeze!

Clause: Get away from me. I have a gun! I will kill someone.

Woman: (Screams)

Clause: Shut up! I will kill her. I swear.

Det. Thomas: I got a clear shot!

Cop: Do it!

Clause: What?
Fx; gunshot

Clause: ARGH!

Fx: falls to the floor.

Cop 2: Detective is everyone alright?

Det. Thomas: Yes. I recognize you, you are Clause Sterling. Well I'll be. Curse that Ghost! How did he know!?

Fade out

Linda: So…Rick?

Rick: Yes?

Linda: Where you at the stadium again last night?

Rick: Yea, it was a good boxing match.

Linda: Good? The other boxer was sent in a coma, they don't think that he will ever awaken.

Rick: And what of the hostage situation?

Linda: I heard on the news, he was shot in his spine. He is paralyzed from the waiste down.

Rick: So, I take it he won't ever walk again.

Dramatic music

Announcer: The Ghost and all characters are copyright by Supernatural Magazine Monthly. All characters living or dead are fictitious and any similarities are practically coincidental. All Rights reserved.

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Author's Note

Sorry its been awhile to post a Ghost. Would love to hear any and all criticisms!