Post by RaceFanX on Jul 23, 2007 12:57:39 GMT -5
(An unseen voice speaks...)
Unseen: Speed. Ever since the dawn of time many have dedicated themselves to the persuit of it in ever growing quanitites. Used first for the chellenge of survival...
(Clips of animals trying to outrun predators are shown)
...speed eventually became a challenge of its own.
(Old clips of all kinds of tests of speed are shown, marathons, car races, track and field, horse races, eating compeitions, obstacle courses, etc.)
For some reason, being able to say you are "the fastest" just strikes a chord in all of us. It sure did for me anyway.
(Cut to clips of RaceFanX from previous FanFics.)
I always used speed as my ultimate weapon against corruption and villiany. But everyone who speed up eventually must slow down and the time eventually came for me to find a replacement. But what even I didn't know was that I'd find one in a most unexpected place...
(The fic starts proper. Scenes from two locations are intercut side by side. On one side of the scene a greyhound dog is prepared for a race, on the other side a race car driver also prepares. The images are oddly similiar. As the dog throws on his number, the driver puts on his firesuit. The dog is carried out to his starting gate, the driver walks out and climbs into his car. Pan out on both sides. The canines are all in a row in teh starters gate, as is a row of shiny compact automobiles at the car race. The tracks look a bit similiar but different, both have a dirt surface but while the dog track is a flat oval, the race track a winding path over several dirt mounds and jumps. Mechanics do last minunte work as the cars are prepared and the dog track bunny hooked up, but while the race cars seem well, something is not right at the dog track)
Dog Track Worker 1: When are we going to modernize this system. I mean the track is in such rough shape I am surprised this thing hasn't flown off yet.
Dog Track Worker 2: Well, Miss DeVil was going to fix up but I guess she didn't want to spend the money.
(The workers finish their duties at the same time the mechanics finish their's. The track Annoncers chime in, almost sounding the same.)
Dog Track: Welcome to today's Summer Classic All-Star Dog Race LIVE at DeVil Downs...
Race Track: Welcome to the 2007 X-Games Rallycross LIVE at Dodger Stadium...
Both: And now introducing the competiors in today's big event. In Gate 1...
DT: From the Daytona Beach Kennel Club wearing the Florida blue #2, Dog of War!
RT: From Alvin, Texas driving the Budweiser red #8 Opel, Kenny "The Dragon Slayer" Ryan!
In Gate 2
DT: From The West Virginia Dog Racing Association, wearing the purebred purple #6, Lil' Secretariat!
RT: From Atlanta, Georgia driving the Intimadator black #62 Citreon C4, Rodney "Hot Rod" Kendall!
(The camara and action cut to the end and introduces the protaganists)
And Finally, on the rail...
DT: From your hometrack DeVil Downs, wearing the Victory gold #1, THE FASTEST DOG IN THE WORLD, Go-Go!
RT: And finally, from Dearborn, Michigan, driving the Petty blue #76 Ford Focus, Dale "Underdog" Arthur!
(The dogs growl at each other aggressively, the drivers all rev their engines. Cut to a shot of half of each Go-Go and Dale's faces. They have the exact same aggressive look in their eyes. Cut to the pups, on one side Lucky and his gang watch the race in person, on the other Patriot and some others watch the race on TV)
Lucky and Patriot both: This is going to be awesome!
Both: CLEAR THE TRACK! CLEAR THE TRACK
(The bell goes off, the lights go green)
(The gates pop up releasing the hounds and drop down setting loose the racers. On either screen it is nothing but a cloud of dust as a pack, either 20 dogs or 20 cars strong, roars into the first turn. Someone has to give! Two of the dogs collide and trip over each other as two of the cars crash. Both races contuine as Go-Go and Dale almost simtanously move into third place)
DT: Go-Go is running hard! He's right on Dog of War and Lil' Secretariat's tails!
RT: Arthur is pedal to the metal, he right on Ryan and Kendall's bumpers!
(The dogs run down the backstrech of their track as the cars fly over a jump. Dog of War bumps Lil' Secretariat out of the way as Kendall pulls the same move on Ryan. Seeing an open spot on the inside Go-Go and Arthur both dive low and go for the glory)
Annoncers: 3-wide for the win, WHO'S IT GOIN' BE?!
(Go-Go starts pulling ahead down the long frontstrech as the dog track half slides off screen to show the end of the race. Dale flies over the finish line in his dusty Ford to win!)
RT: And the Rookie Arthur pulls an amazing upset!
Patriot and other Race watching pups: YEAH!
(The race track stuff then relents the entire screen to the dog track stuff as Go-Go crosses the finish line far ahead of the pack...
Lucky and other Race watching pups: YEAH!
(But there is trouble as the dog track rabbit breaks loose and flies off its rail. It slams into Go-Go who trips and goes head over heels in a violent looking fall)
Crowd: (expression of shocked awe)
(Go-Go lies on the track hurt as the other dogs walk by. An older Dodge Ram Van with the logo of Dr. Whitaker's Vet Office pulls up next to him)
Track Annoncer: Ladies and gentlemen please stay in your seats and let the ambulance get out.
(Two workers pick the injured dog up and lift him into the van which drives off at a pretty good click to get to an on-site medic facility. Lucky and company are shocked and run off to investigate, back in LA things are going quite differently. A press conference has been called. Dale's bright blue Ford Focus race car sits next to a table with as he walks up and removes his helment. He looks a bit different than when we last saw him. He still has a very canine look (courtesy of Tic-Tac in an earilier fic) to his face but he has shaved it to at least give him a somewhat human appeareance. No one seems to notice or, being that it is still LA, care. He's still wearing his bright blue firesuit but now has an X-Games gold medal around his neck)
Dale Arthur: WOW! What a day huh. We had this planned even before today's big win. It is with great pleasure that I am here to announce that I will be competing full time on the World Rally Championship next season with sponsorship from Anymutt brand dog food as part of the launch of their new Anymutt International dog food to appear in stores worldwide next year. I'll take any questions you guys have.
Reporter 1: Will you be running with an established team or stay with the one you have now.
Dale: I'll be staying with my current team. We're just moving up. Oh, and before anyone asks, we will contuine to use the Ford Focus as our car of choice. Yes, you in back.
Reporter 2: Now that's you've won an X-Games gold medal what are you going do now.
Dale: (sarcastic) "I'm going to Disneyland". Just kidding, I'm going to head back to my house in Grutley and get some well earned rest over the next few days. Yes, you up front...
(Back at DeVil Downs things are about to change big time)
Rolly: I hope he's going to alright.
Lucky: I'm sure he will be in just a few minuntes. Doctor Whitaker is probably just about to give him a clear bill of health so he'll be back racing tomorrow.
(Inside the makeshift clinic. Go-Go lays on the vat's table as the test results of his injuries are returned.)
Dr. Whitaker: I'm sorry, but these injuries are too serious. He can do short bursts of running but Go-Go should never race competively again.
(Go-Go has a clear look of disappointment on his face)
Cruella: What! Why?
Dr. Whitaker: When he fell he sprained several muscles in his legs. Now they all should heal up fine to the point of walking or even running again but the pressure of racing day after day would be just too much. It's time for Go-Go here to consider a nice retirement.
Cruella: Are you sure there is no way he can race again.
Dr. Whitaker: Nothing is impossible but I'd put the odds at an even million to 1.
Cruella: So I won't make much more money off this dog.
Dr. Whitaker: Probably not.
Cruella: Okay, put him down.
Go-Go: (Eyes show a shocked expression!)
TO BE CONTUINED...
I don't know when PART 2 will be up. Maybe tomorrow, maybe 6 months from now. This is designed as just a little "taste test" to set up the situation, kinda like the James Bond Pre-title sequences.
There will be plenty of my usual car-nage in the later part of this fic but this time you can get involved. I am giving you the opportunity to have your personal mode of transportation (be it a car, a city bus, a dirt bike, whatever) appear in this fic. If you'd like your ride to appear in a carmeo please state what it is in a response to this post. Also, if you'd like it not to be damaged in the fic please say so.
Unseen: Speed. Ever since the dawn of time many have dedicated themselves to the persuit of it in ever growing quanitites. Used first for the chellenge of survival...
(Clips of animals trying to outrun predators are shown)
...speed eventually became a challenge of its own.
(Old clips of all kinds of tests of speed are shown, marathons, car races, track and field, horse races, eating compeitions, obstacle courses, etc.)
For some reason, being able to say you are "the fastest" just strikes a chord in all of us. It sure did for me anyway.
(Cut to clips of RaceFanX from previous FanFics.)
I always used speed as my ultimate weapon against corruption and villiany. But everyone who speed up eventually must slow down and the time eventually came for me to find a replacement. But what even I didn't know was that I'd find one in a most unexpected place...
(The fic starts proper. Scenes from two locations are intercut side by side. On one side of the scene a greyhound dog is prepared for a race, on the other side a race car driver also prepares. The images are oddly similiar. As the dog throws on his number, the driver puts on his firesuit. The dog is carried out to his starting gate, the driver walks out and climbs into his car. Pan out on both sides. The canines are all in a row in teh starters gate, as is a row of shiny compact automobiles at the car race. The tracks look a bit similiar but different, both have a dirt surface but while the dog track is a flat oval, the race track a winding path over several dirt mounds and jumps. Mechanics do last minunte work as the cars are prepared and the dog track bunny hooked up, but while the race cars seem well, something is not right at the dog track)
Dog Track Worker 1: When are we going to modernize this system. I mean the track is in such rough shape I am surprised this thing hasn't flown off yet.
Dog Track Worker 2: Well, Miss DeVil was going to fix up but I guess she didn't want to spend the money.
(The workers finish their duties at the same time the mechanics finish their's. The track Annoncers chime in, almost sounding the same.)
Dog Track: Welcome to today's Summer Classic All-Star Dog Race LIVE at DeVil Downs...
Race Track: Welcome to the 2007 X-Games Rallycross LIVE at Dodger Stadium...
Both: And now introducing the competiors in today's big event. In Gate 1...
DT: From the Daytona Beach Kennel Club wearing the Florida blue #2, Dog of War!
RT: From Alvin, Texas driving the Budweiser red #8 Opel, Kenny "The Dragon Slayer" Ryan!
In Gate 2
DT: From The West Virginia Dog Racing Association, wearing the purebred purple #6, Lil' Secretariat!
RT: From Atlanta, Georgia driving the Intimadator black #62 Citreon C4, Rodney "Hot Rod" Kendall!
(The camara and action cut to the end and introduces the protaganists)
And Finally, on the rail...
DT: From your hometrack DeVil Downs, wearing the Victory gold #1, THE FASTEST DOG IN THE WORLD, Go-Go!
RT: And finally, from Dearborn, Michigan, driving the Petty blue #76 Ford Focus, Dale "Underdog" Arthur!
(The dogs growl at each other aggressively, the drivers all rev their engines. Cut to a shot of half of each Go-Go and Dale's faces. They have the exact same aggressive look in their eyes. Cut to the pups, on one side Lucky and his gang watch the race in person, on the other Patriot and some others watch the race on TV)
Lucky and Patriot both: This is going to be awesome!
Both: CLEAR THE TRACK! CLEAR THE TRACK
(The bell goes off, the lights go green)
(The gates pop up releasing the hounds and drop down setting loose the racers. On either screen it is nothing but a cloud of dust as a pack, either 20 dogs or 20 cars strong, roars into the first turn. Someone has to give! Two of the dogs collide and trip over each other as two of the cars crash. Both races contuine as Go-Go and Dale almost simtanously move into third place)
DT: Go-Go is running hard! He's right on Dog of War and Lil' Secretariat's tails!
RT: Arthur is pedal to the metal, he right on Ryan and Kendall's bumpers!
(The dogs run down the backstrech of their track as the cars fly over a jump. Dog of War bumps Lil' Secretariat out of the way as Kendall pulls the same move on Ryan. Seeing an open spot on the inside Go-Go and Arthur both dive low and go for the glory)
Annoncers: 3-wide for the win, WHO'S IT GOIN' BE?!
(Go-Go starts pulling ahead down the long frontstrech as the dog track half slides off screen to show the end of the race. Dale flies over the finish line in his dusty Ford to win!)
RT: And the Rookie Arthur pulls an amazing upset!
Patriot and other Race watching pups: YEAH!
(The race track stuff then relents the entire screen to the dog track stuff as Go-Go crosses the finish line far ahead of the pack...
Lucky and other Race watching pups: YEAH!
(But there is trouble as the dog track rabbit breaks loose and flies off its rail. It slams into Go-Go who trips and goes head over heels in a violent looking fall)
Crowd: (expression of shocked awe)
(Go-Go lies on the track hurt as the other dogs walk by. An older Dodge Ram Van with the logo of Dr. Whitaker's Vet Office pulls up next to him)
Track Annoncer: Ladies and gentlemen please stay in your seats and let the ambulance get out.
(Two workers pick the injured dog up and lift him into the van which drives off at a pretty good click to get to an on-site medic facility. Lucky and company are shocked and run off to investigate, back in LA things are going quite differently. A press conference has been called. Dale's bright blue Ford Focus race car sits next to a table with as he walks up and removes his helment. He looks a bit different than when we last saw him. He still has a very canine look (courtesy of Tic-Tac in an earilier fic) to his face but he has shaved it to at least give him a somewhat human appeareance. No one seems to notice or, being that it is still LA, care. He's still wearing his bright blue firesuit but now has an X-Games gold medal around his neck)
Dale Arthur: WOW! What a day huh. We had this planned even before today's big win. It is with great pleasure that I am here to announce that I will be competing full time on the World Rally Championship next season with sponsorship from Anymutt brand dog food as part of the launch of their new Anymutt International dog food to appear in stores worldwide next year. I'll take any questions you guys have.
Reporter 1: Will you be running with an established team or stay with the one you have now.
Dale: I'll be staying with my current team. We're just moving up. Oh, and before anyone asks, we will contuine to use the Ford Focus as our car of choice. Yes, you in back.
Reporter 2: Now that's you've won an X-Games gold medal what are you going do now.
Dale: (sarcastic) "I'm going to Disneyland". Just kidding, I'm going to head back to my house in Grutley and get some well earned rest over the next few days. Yes, you up front...
(Back at DeVil Downs things are about to change big time)
Rolly: I hope he's going to alright.
Lucky: I'm sure he will be in just a few minuntes. Doctor Whitaker is probably just about to give him a clear bill of health so he'll be back racing tomorrow.
(Inside the makeshift clinic. Go-Go lays on the vat's table as the test results of his injuries are returned.)
Dr. Whitaker: I'm sorry, but these injuries are too serious. He can do short bursts of running but Go-Go should never race competively again.
(Go-Go has a clear look of disappointment on his face)
Cruella: What! Why?
Dr. Whitaker: When he fell he sprained several muscles in his legs. Now they all should heal up fine to the point of walking or even running again but the pressure of racing day after day would be just too much. It's time for Go-Go here to consider a nice retirement.
Cruella: Are you sure there is no way he can race again.
Dr. Whitaker: Nothing is impossible but I'd put the odds at an even million to 1.
Cruella: So I won't make much more money off this dog.
Dr. Whitaker: Probably not.
Cruella: Okay, put him down.
Go-Go: (Eyes show a shocked expression!)
TO BE CONTUINED...
I don't know when PART 2 will be up. Maybe tomorrow, maybe 6 months from now. This is designed as just a little "taste test" to set up the situation, kinda like the James Bond Pre-title sequences.
There will be plenty of my usual car-nage in the later part of this fic but this time you can get involved. I am giving you the opportunity to have your personal mode of transportation (be it a car, a city bus, a dirt bike, whatever) appear in this fic. If you'd like your ride to appear in a carmeo please state what it is in a response to this post. Also, if you'd like it not to be damaged in the fic please say so.