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My reality TV idea - and everyone’s got one, for reality TV is the new Great American Novel, probably - is called ‘Fight House’: a house full of body building equipment and 2-way mirrors is stuffed with every variety of ‘hard men’ and martial artists of all ‘styles’, they spend all week sweating and pumping and sizing each other up and going ‘Oi! leaaavvve it! Or I’ll ‘ave yer’, stuff like that. Every week, the public get to vote which two they’d most like to see fight each other, which simmering rivalry they’d most like to see settled. Pitching the bare-knuckle boxer, say, against the tai-kwon-do chap, or whatever; and the loser has to leave the house. So even a complete love-to-hate-him cad and villain can brawl his way through, if he’s hard enough. Goodies and Baddies, in medically-controlled fight-situations. Schedule it to run concurrent with A Major Sports Tournament, that’s ratings gold, that is.
Hmm. Bit of a shit name, though. I think that’s the main flaw in my pitch. Probably among others I am too overcome to spot. |
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