Frequent Bond - Round 1.

Oh, hello there buddy.

How are you doing mate?

I’m just about to narrate my story, Frequent Bond - Round 1. You’re welcome to stay until the end my friend.

So please get a drink, along with your favourite snacks, after come back here, and get yourself comfortable, so I can tell you this story, the journey is of two half brothers, that climb the ranks within the boxing world, while juggling the different dramas they will face in their lives.

We begin, outside a buzzing nightclub in Cambridge, my hometown.

All different types of people, unique shades of skin tones, and cultures are queuing to get in to the nightclub, when either of the entrance, or exit doors open, hearing the pumping music spilling out from within

Everyone is dressed in their best attire, some have hopes of finding a mate to keep them company for one night, maybe more nights, if they both enjoy rolling around while naked cuddling.

Two muscular, and tattooed crowd controllers are guarding a glass door. The only way past them, is to have the correct date of birth, or looking older than 18 will help.

They are checking the ID cards of two young ladies, that are dressed in their best clothing, while being caked in makeup, smelling like a whores handbag, that’s open allowing it to radiate out, mixing with the vape, and tobacco smells, multiple clouds of different types of smoke at the entrance of the club.

The line of people, stretching out to in front of a building of a business, that are currently closed, until the morning rush of people, that won’t be nursing their hangovers.

Dustin, one of the main characters, is in the line to get into the nightclub, he’s standing with two of his pals, which are talking about the trending zombie movie. Bridge Street, which they saw yesterday at the local cinema.

You can read Bridge Street, after this because it’s on my profile, which is also set in my hometown of Cambridge.

A bus drives past with different types of people going through their lives journeys.

How funny that the film they are talking about is being advertised on the side of the bus, as one of his mates is mutely, reliving one of the scenes, while his other mate is laughing.

Noticing on the screen at the back of the bus, that’s currently travelling towards it’s stop, a digital poppy shows, in remembrance of all the heroes that sacrificed their lives, for us to be free nowadays, a reminder of a time without the current technologies, but a time that was brutally battled for.

Some more friendship groups, join the back of the line, near Dustin and his mates, clearly not the first club they have entered this evening, their jolly vibes spilling over to the other friendship circles, sharing jokes amongst themselves, like secrets being spread.

Two taxis pull up with people, that I’m sure have come out to enjoy a night at this club, or at least another close by one.

As the different type of people start spilling out from the taxis, onto the road and pavement, I’m sure some of these lovely people will be spilling their guts up onto the pavement a little later in the evening, while someone stays to pay their night chauffeur.

Another two young women are in front of the bouncers, and they are checking if the women are over the legal drinking age.

One lady has glistening long blonde hair, wearing a dark red pencil dress with light blue high heels, a similar shade of blue handbag over her shoulder.

The other woman has shiny long brunette hair, wearing a light blue pencil dress, dark red high heels, with a small dark red handbag.

They are very pretty ladies, I would say they are both in their early twenties.

They must use a good conditioner, hair looks like they have just got it done today, professionally.

The bouncers each have a camera, noticing a pin prick red dot above the camera, letting everyone know it’s recording, it’s attached to the middle of their jackets, can’t be too safe with drunk people roaming around, especially young lads after they have had a couple of drinks, they think they’re invincible, and can take on the world.

They have fluorescent straps around their left arms, with a see-through pouch that contains their security badges.

Each bouncer passes the young ladies back their ID cards.

Both ladies speak in unison. “Thank you.”

The African-American bouncer sidesteps, shifting all of his concealed muscles, allowing the pair to enter. “Enjoy your night, ladies.”

The two ladies walk in to start their night of drinking and dancing, meeting up with their friends, that are already inside the place with thumping music, along with buzzing chatting.

Making the line move forward.

Two couples in a group together in front of Dustin are getting their ID cards checked, they are clearly on a double date.

It is a lovely relaxed evening, people are walking around on the street, majority are slightly intoxicated.

The exit door from the nightclub swings open, and a young couple is in dispute.

The guy has a tight hold of her arm, dragging her over towards a nearby wall, that he slams her up against the brickwork, that she drunkenly bounces off from, hitting the back of her head in the process.

Dustin looks on, getting fidgety, at no one stepping in, everyone just minding their business.

The young guy pushes the lady, that is wearing a white flowery dress, to the wall after he starts laying into her.

The guy is shouting at her, while waving his finger in her face, he clips her in her mouth, by accident or not, its still with enough force to bust her lips open.

Everybody carries on with their business, trying not to look.

Dustin looks around to see if anyone is going to step in, as he begins muttering to himself. “Are you fucking kidding me? Are not one of you going to do anything? It’s Okay, it’s fine.”

Dustin walks over to the pissed off lad. “What the fuck are you playing at!?”

The guy is wearing stonewashed jeans with a white shirt. “This has nothing to do with you, fam.”

Dustin is in range; both of the guy’s hands are on the wall on either side of the young crying woman.

The back of the hand belonging to Dustin, connects beautifully on the cheek of the angry lad in slo-mo.

The angry lad stumbles sideways, releasing the lady from his arms, that were caging her in his trap.

The eyes of Dustin is fixated on his stumbling target. “Do you want another slap?”

The boy holds his red cheek. “Did you actually just slap me bruh?”

Dustin nods with a grin. “I backhanded you, because that’s what you deserve, you’re lucky I didn’t punch you, you little bitch.”

Conversations are now hushed from the queuing people as they start taking notice.

The crowd controllers begin to walk over, while the lad steps forward.

He jabs Dustin in his mouth, that clearly didn’t hurt, because it only make’s Dustin smile.

The lad is throwing a follow up punch from his other fist, towards the face of Dustin, that see’s it coming, slipping past his punch, and now has full access to punch the lad anywhere on his side.

The fist belonging to Dustin, connects into his clothing, hooking him in his kidney section, dropping the man, I mean boy, to the pavement, he begins whining in pain, while holding his stomach, like he’s just been winded.

The bouncers eventually get in the way, “Break it up gentlemen.”

The irony being none of them are currently being gentle, and only one of them is a man, I shouldn’t have to say which one.

Dustin says while looking at him on the ground. “You will think of me later, when you’re pissing blood, and don’t hit, or treat women like that, you scummy schmuck.”

The bouncer covers his camera, accidentally on purpose, while whispering to Dustin. “Respect for that brother, but you have to go, because I’ll have to report this to the police.”

He offers his other hand, and Dustin shakes it.

The same bouncer suggests in the same hushed tone. “It would be a wise my man, to stay out of town tonight. The feds might collar you, if the lad wants to press charges.”

Dustin nods in response, while bumping fish with the bouncer.

Dustin telling his pals that he will see them later, drop them a message or whatever.

Dustin starts walking away towards the bus stop, which doubles as a taxi rank, while stepping over the boy on the ground, seeing the other bouncer tending to the young lady dabbing her lip with a bloody tissue.

Dustin walks past a couple of pissed people, that are being over the top jolly and loud.

He joins the rest of the sober people, waiting for their buses to arrive, I speculate many have been hard at work all day.

A closed bank is opposite the bus stop, the different scents of multiple perfumes, and aftershave’s are on display, as a groups of joyful people dressed up for their evening out in the town to get highly intoxicated.

Dustin walks past a homeless person sitting in a doorway of a clothes shop, dropping a couple of quid into a branded coffee cup, clinking with multiple other coins.

Dustin walks over to the idling silver taxi, at the front of the taxi rank, luckily the queue isn’t long, it’s because more people are just starting their night out in town, not going home.

Disturbing the Indian taxi driver, that’s speaks his native language to someone on his phone, as he notices Dustin suddenly appearing at his window.

He hangs up, puts his phone back into its holder, and then presses the button that makes the window slide down.

When the window is fully open. Dustin tells him his home address.

The Indian taxi driver speaks. “Ok buddy, get in.”

Which Dustin does, not forgetting to put the seatbelt on.