As I approached them the sultry-looking guy in the centre of the group gave an almost imperceptible flick of his head, a signal to the other four, who detached themselves from the alley wall and slowly positioned themselves around me until I was surrounded.
They kept their distance for now, waiting for the word to attack.
Each of them tall and well-muscled, their arms hanging loose, hands relaxed by their sides, smiles of supreme confidence on their faces as they eagerly anticipated what was to come.
I glanced across at their boss, as our eyes locked his mouth twisted into a sneer of contempt.
With a click of his tongue and another twitch of his head the others started closing in.
Taking two rapid steps towards the one directly in front of me, I deflected the punch aimed at my face, grabbing the wrist and pulling at the same time, dragging him forward even faster, off balance now. Twisting my body, I planted my elbow solidly into his temple, then pushed hard as he fell, throwing him at the feet of the one to my right, tripping him, slowing him down.
The first guy hit the floor hard, he didn't get back up.
I spun round, fast, my right leg lashing out, sweeping the one on the left off his feet, continuing the spin I circled the leg into the air, and brought it down savagely onto his head as it hit the ground.
Less than than a minute gone... Two down.
Both of the others took on a more cautious stance now, I backed up a few paces, giving myself more space away from the bodies on the ground, and at the same time putting the other two within my line of sight.
The one slightly to my left aimed a very hard front kick at my solar plexus.
Too slow amigo...
Grabbing the outstretched foot I continued it along its momentum arc, and pushed it higher into the air, then planted a solid kick straight into his groin. Stepping forward a pace I thrust a strong palm strike into his chin, and pushed the foot back at the same time.
He staggered backwards, hit the alley wall hard, slumped to the ground, and stayed there.
I heard the unmistakable sound of a switch-blade opening as I turned to face the last man standing.
He closed in slowly...
Holding the knife at arms length in front of him...
I stayed where I was, waiting, let him come to me...
I readied myself, hands held loose and relaxed at chest height...
He came in fast, Rapidly feinted left, then right, then left again...
As he thrust the blade forward I brushed it to my right, then went straight into his knee with the heel of my shoe, as he started going down I grabbed him, twisted him round then threw my arm around his neck from behind, holding him in a vice-like headlock, and squeezed....
His struggles soon weakened and in less than a minute I let him slump to the alley floor.
I turned to face the boss.
He gave me a wide, confident smile as he pulled the .45 from inside his jacket.
He stepped away from the wall as he raised the gun.
I made a dash towards him, I was still several feet short when the gun bucked in his hand.
How many times do I have to TELL you? Wait until he GRABS the gun before you pull the trigger, JEEZ, we're gonna have just ONE more go at this, if you screw it up again you're off the set, I don't give a rat's ass HOW big a star you are, you're HISTORY, GOT it?”
As we all returned to our start positions I went through the routine in my head once more, the “Star” leant back against the wall, the brooding good lucks that had been his passport to stardom now seemed a trifle too sulky for a twenty four year old to be sporting.
The electronic clapper-board bore the legend, 'Alley fight scene Take 57'.
“Okay, from the top, LIGHTS... CAMERA... ACTION...”
©2011 Stephen. J. Green.