Okay, here we go. Here is my first public attempt at written choreography. It’s not great, and it’s pretty short. I wasn’t sure how people would react to a big wall of text, so I’m gonna start out small. Enjoy!
Jason walked into the auto shop and approached the main counter. He looked around, but didn’t see anyone that he could wave down. He tapped his fingers impatiently as he looked at his watch; it had just turned to 7pm. The sign on the door said they closed at 7, but the door was unlocked, so someone had to be around.
There was the faint sound of an air hammer coming from the garage, the quick bursts starting and stopping frequently. Jason walked to the viewing window to see a young man pass by, rolling a wheel across the ground.
“Those rims…” Jason said to himself. He went around the counter, getting a better look at what was going on inside the shop. Several men worked quickly around one vehicle while an older man lay motionless on the concrete.
Realizing the gravity of the situation, Jason crouched down and tested the doorknob for the door that lead into the vehicle bay. The knob twisted without any resistance, clicking open and giving Jason enough room to slip by unnoticed.
The damp air felt heavy against Jason’s skin. The bay smelled of oil and the sound of shuffling feet echoed against the concrete walls. The men spoke in hushed voices, telling each other what part of the car to pick apart next.
Jason hid behind a car as he examined his surroundings. There were four men in the bay, three of them around his car while the fourth started to take his wheel away. Another vehicle across the room was raised on a lift, a few higher than a normal person’s height.
Jason stared at a creeper that was underneath the car he was pressed against, contemplating what to do next. The fourth man loaded the wheel into a van parked in front of the garage and started to head back towards his friends. He was too busy looking at the car they were taking apart to notice the creeper that rolled right under his heel. With his next step, the man fell backwards and the creeper rolled across the garage.
The other men who were standing by Jason’s car looked at their fallen friend, stopping what they were doing and grouping up. They looked back and forth, debating whether their friend was just clumsy or if someone was in the garage with them.
Jason ran around the car he was hiding behind, hopping into the air and lashing his foot out across the closest intruder’s face. He landed and crouched down, sweeping a second person off of their feet before he was kicked from behind. He stumbled forward when he felt someone wrap their arms around his neck.
Jason gasped for air as the grip tightened around his neck. He took a few steps and felt his body touch the bumper of his car. He ran his hands across the hood when he felt his car antenna. He grabbed it and bent it back, tilting his head slightly to the side and letting go. The thin metal snapped forward, striking the choker in his face. The man yelped, and Jason slammed his head back, breaking free from the chokehold.
Jason turned to continue his attack when he saw another person approaching. The man kicked at his chest and torso, but he blocked them. The attacker continued his assault with four quick punches. Jason swayed past the attacks when his rear leg suddenly slid back. He turned to realize he had stepped in a spot of oil when he was punched in the jaw.
The powerful blow sent Jason staggering back, but gave him enough time to intercept a jab in his direction. He quickly kicked at his opponent’s torso, but missed. Using the momentum and lack of friction on his planted foot, Jason spun around, raising his leg and guiding it into the head of his opponent. The man dropped to the ground and Jason got off of the oil slick, running toward a large toolbox.
Another thief came toward Jason, who had just reached the toolbox. Jason spun it around, impeding the path of his attacker when a second person came around the corner, trying to grab him. Jason flipped up one of the folding sides of the toolbox, pinning the man’s arm and causing him to yell in pain before a swift kick silenced him.
Jason heard a man shout and jumped backwards, grabbing the raised car lift and bringing his legs up as a tire passed underneath him. He swung off of the lift, but his body was struck out of the air by a blunt object and he fell onto the floor. Jason held his chest in pain as the final man neared with a tire iron in his hand.
He quickly got up, grabbing the weapon, but taking a kick to the stomach in the process. He punched the man’s ribs with his free arm while swinging the other up and around the weaponed attacker’s head. The shape of the tire iron caused the man to choke himself with his own arm and he struggled to break free.
Jason turned his back into the man and threw him over his shoulder, this time holding the tire iron in his hands. He looked at it and back at his fallen opponent before scoffing and tossing it to the side, sliding it under his vehicle.
The man ran forward, lunging and tackling Jason. The man sat on top of Jason’s chest, readying a punch when he was kicked from behind. Jason grabbed the man’s shirt and kicked off of a nearby wall, sliding forward and flipping the man over.
Both fighters got up and Jason attacked first, his punch blocked as he evaded retaliation. He kicked his foot out, but it was grabbed and he twisted his body, flipping forward and driving his heel into the man’s chin. Jason landed, spinning around and leaping into the air to lash his foot across the fighter’s cheek.
The recipient’s head snapped to the side and he swirled into the air, his back hitting Jason’s car before falling onto the concrete floor. The young man gave one last struggle to reach the tire iron next to him, but Jason casually kicked it away.
Jason let out a sigh as he looked around, seeing the men lying on the floor. He noticed the shop owner moving slightly and walked over to him.
“Are you okay?” Jason asked the old mechanic as he helped him up.
“Never better,” the elderly man grunted. He slowly got up, stretching his body to make sure everything was still working.
“So, uh, I was supposed to pick up my car.”
“Does it look ready?” The mechanic snapped back. “Come back tomorrow.”
“There aren’t going to be any more charges right?” Jason asked suspiciously. “I did save you.”
“Save me? I was out cold on the floor!” The old man barked. “You saved nothing. I do the work, you pay. Now hurry and call the police, what are you thinking?”
The old man walked off, mumbling about kids these days and how they have no respect.
Jason let out a stifled laugh and shook his head in disbelief. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed 911. “Hello? Yeah, I need to call in an attempted robbery.”