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This alternative version of my previous blog entry is inspired by (the following three clips from) "Hawaii Five-0" with Alex O'Loughlin as lieutenant commander Steve McGarrett, Scott Caan as detective sergeant Danny Williams, and Nick Jonas as criminal Ian Wright.

season 3, episode 22: "Ho'opio (To Take Captive)"

season 4, episode 8: "Akanahe (Reluctant Partners)"

season 8, episode 23: "Ka Hana a Ka Makua, O Ka Hana No Ia a Keiki (What Parents Will Do, Children Will Do)"

This slightly different fantasy scene is of Steve and Danny at their wits' end in the interrogation room because Ian not only refuses to spill urgent information but also decides to play games with them instead...

Ian *leaning back on his chair*: "Here's a chance. If one of you can beat me in a punching contest - not a fight - I’ll answer all the questions you ask."

Danny *tilts head*: "What do you mean punching contest but not a fight?"

Ian: "Take turns punching each other right at the navel only, all prepped up - no sucker punches."

Steve *raises an eyebrow*: "You're serious? Giving us consent to hit you?"

Ian *winks*: "As long as I'm not in trouble for assaulting a cop."

Danny *looks at Steve*: "Anyway this conversation's recorded."

Steve *nods at Ian*: “Sure. Agreed."

Ian *smiles*: "So who's it gonna be?"

Danny *rests his hands on his hips*: "I'll do it."

Ian *stands up*: "Ok show me whatcha got."

As Ian steps in front of the nearest wall, Steve moves to lean against another where he folds his arms, Danny removes his shirt and goes to hang it on the door before walking back over.

Danny *beckoning*: "Well lose the shirt."

Ian removes his shirt and tosses it onto the chair.

Danny *clicks tongue*: "You first, go for it."

Ian grins, cracks his knuckles and throws a solid punch at Danny's navel but it was like hitting a brick wall.

Ian *flinches*: "Huh?"

Steve *snickers*: "Pfft."

Ian is flustered, forgetting to aim as he rushes to exert more force in his second strike, which land on Danny's solar plexus - still with zero effect.

Ian *staring in disbelief*: "What the..."

Steve *strides overs and taps Danny's abs*: "Guess what, anywhere on his belly will do."

Ian catches the hint that he failed to hit at the navel as agreed, but is too desperate to care or aim anymore, and proceeds to bash Danny's muscled midsection thrice with all his might - with the same result again.

Ian *sighing*: "This is bullshit."

Danny *leering*: "My turn."

Ian is intimidated and steps back instinctively until his back touches the wall.

Danny *sneering as he clenches his right fist and holds it against Ian's bare navel*: "Right here, yes? It'll still be a bad stomachache. Ready?"

Ian *tensing up tightly*: "You wish. Bring it."

Danny *shrugs*: “Meh, I warned you."

Danny pulls back and rams his fist right in at the same spot, breaking through Ian's flexed abdomen and knocking all the wind out.

Ian *bending forward and clutching his gut*: "OOOFF!!"

Steve *laughs*: "Man, that was quick!"

Danny *grabbing Ian's wrists and hoisting them to straighten him up*: "Hasn't even started!"

Danny then uses his left hand to press Ian's wrists across the chest to hold him in place.

Ian *panting*: "Wait no..."

Danny *smirking and patting Ian's tummy*: "Now for the real thing, c'mon tense up bro."

Ian is too out of breath to reply further so he can only obey and try to brace as much as possible.

Danny unleashes a heavier brutal blow straight at Ian's navel, sinking his fist further in.

Ian *doubling over*: "OOOMPFF!!!"

Steve *cringes*: "Woah..."

Ian drops to his knees and groans.

Steve's phone rings so he answers on speaker, receiving news which angers him and Danny who then goes to lift Ian to his feet and prop him upright against the wall.

However this time, Ian's arms are kept up by being compelled to grasp Danny's left hand which is gripping his neck.

Ian *reeling*: "Stop, you already won..."

Danny *scowling*: "The deal is to take turns, 5 minus 2 you still owe me 3 shots."

Ian *panicking*: "Hold on, I'll tell you whatever you wanna know..."

Danny *shakes head*: "Too late, we've already found the victims and they're injured so I'm gonna have to hurt you too, just right at the bellybutton as agreed but say goodbye to your insides."

Ian *tightening his six-pack frantically as hard as he can*: “Please, you don't have to do this...”

Danny *glaring*: “Let's see what you had for lunch!”

Danny positions his right fist on target, pulls far back, and slams in twice with very violent force.

Ian: "OOOMMPPFF!!!! OOUUNNGGHH!!!!!"

Danny finally looses his left hand's grip on Ian's neck as he uses his whole body weight and full strength to drive his right fist deep into Ian's navel, squashing his intestines.

Ian *slumped over Danny's shoulder and slobbering down his back*: "OOOUUMMPPFFNNGGHH!!!!!..."

As Danny withdraws his fist and backs away, Ian crumples to the ground in a fetal position and convulses as he pukes his guts out, while Danny goes to grab his shirt and walks out together with Steve.

Inspired by "FBI: Most Wanted" with Kellan Lutz as special agent Kenny Crosby, this is my fantasy of the ultimate gut punching scene for a movie.

Imagine the cops at their wit’s end because none of their proper interrogation techniques are making a cocky ruffian spill urgent information.

But just as the supervisor is about to walk out, the ruffian decides to play games with the cops...

Ruffian *leaning back on his chair*: “Wait. I’ll give you a chance. If any one of your agents can beat me in a punching contest - not a fight - I’ll answer all the questions you ask.”

Supervisor *turns around and gives a side-eye*: “What do you mean punching contest but not a fight?”

Ruffian: “Your agent takes three punches from me, and he must drop me in three punches. Both ways right at the navel only, all prepped up - no sucker punches.”

Supervisor *raises an eyebrow*: “And file a suit against us for putting you in hospital? I don’t think so.”

Ruffian: “Mutual injury waivers. But worry about your own agent instead.”

Supervisor: “We’ll see about that.”

The supervisor leaves (to set it up) and later returns with the agreement to be signed, which he places on the table.

Supervisor: “You’ll have your contest.”

Ruffian *laughs*: “Sure.”

The supervisor leaves again with the signed agreement and the ruffian continues to wait alone in the interrogation room.

After a while, the volunteer enters - their strongest agent, who is a tall muscular fighter.

Agent *folds his arms*: "Dude ya sure about this?"

Ruffian *looking the agent up and down*: “Big guy eh. Show me whatcha got.”

As the ruffian gets up and moves away from his seat, the agent turns to lock the door, walks over, then pushes the table along with its chairs aside.

Agent *rests his hands on his hips*: "Ok then, let's do it."

Ruffian *beckoning*: "Well take your shirt off."

The agent rolls his eyes, removes his shirt and chucks it on the floor.

Ruffian *grins and cracks his knuckles*: "Ready?"

Agent *clicks his tongue*: "Go for it."

The ruffian throws a solid punch at the agent's navel but it was like hitting a brick wall.

Ruffian *flinching*: “Huh?”

Agent *sneering*: “Pfft.”

The ruffian is flustered, forgetting to aim as he rushes to exert more force in his second and then third strike, which land on the agent's solar plexus - still with zero effect.

Ruffian *staring in disbelief*: “What the...”

Agent *patting his own abs*: "Tell ya what, try 3 more shots anywhere on the belly. A bonus just for ya."

The ruffian catches the hint that he failed to hit at the navel as agreed, but is too desperate to care or aim anymore, and proceeds to hammer the agent's muscled midsection thrice with all his might - with the same result again.

Ruffian *sighing*: “This is bullshit.”

Agent *scowling*: "Shirt off. My turn."

The ruffian nervously removes his shirt and tosses it towards the nearest chair.

Agent *mimicking the ruffian’s earlier taunt*: “Got some abs eh. Not gonna help though.“

The agent approaches the ruffian, who is intimidated and steps back instinctively.

Agent *leering*: "Woah where ya going man, stand still."

As the ruffian almost reaches the wall, an idea and excuse to save face came to mind.

Ruffian *pressing his bum against the wall*: “Just so I don’t lose my balance and fall. You know that doesn’t count.”

Agent *scoffing as he clenches his right fist and holds it against the ruffian’s bare navel”: "I know. And ya think ya can handle it right here, yes? Wrong, it’s gonna hurt bad."

Ruffian *tensing up tightly*: “You wish. Bring it.”

Agent *shrugs*: “Meh, I warned ya."

The agent pulls back and drives his fist right in at the same spot, breaking through the ruffian’s tensed abdomen and knocking all the wind out.

Ruffian *bending forward and clutching his gut*: "OOOF!!"

Agent *grabbing the ruffian’s wrists and hoisting them to straighten him up*: "3 hits, 1 down, 2 to go."

The agent then uses his left hand to press the ruffian’s wrists across the chest to hold him in place.

Ruffian *reeling*: “Hold it... you win...”

Agent *smirking*: “Nah, ya didn’t drop."

Ruffian *panting*: “But I... come on...”

Agent *pointing at the ruffian*: “Tense up, bro."

The ruffian is too out of breath to reply further so he can only obey and try to tense up as much as possible.

The agent delivers another devastating blow right at the ruffian’s navel, digging deep inside.

Ruffian *doubling over*: "OOOOMMPF!!!"

The ruffian drops to his knees and starts slobbering.

The agent's phone rings and he listens to the caller for a few seconds before hanging up, then goes to lift the ruffian to his feet and prop him upright against the wall.

However this time, the ruffian’s arms are kept up by being compelled to grasp the agent’s left hand which is gripping his neck.

Ruffian *groaning*: "No no, what’re you doing..."

Agent *smiles wryly*: "Break's over."

Ruffian *panicking*: "I’m floored - we're done."

Agent *winks*: “The deal says within 3 punches, not stop once ya drop.”

Ruffian *shaking his head quickly*: “That's enough or I won't talk.”

Agent *nodding*: "Notice that call earlier? Ya got nothing left to offer. Except your stomach which I'm gonna crush with this last shot, now tense up!"

Ruffian *tightening his six-pack frantically as hard as he can*: “You'll pay for this...”

Agent *glaring*: “Not before I see what ya had for lunch!”

The agent positions his right fist on target, pulls back, and finally uses his full strength to smash his fist straight into the terrified ruffian’s navel, squashing his intestines.

Ruffian: "OOOOOUUUUGGGHH!!!!"

The ruffian crumples to the ground in a fetal position, convulsing as he pukes his guts out while the agent goes to grab his shirt and walks out.