Post by sleepy on Jun 3, 2017 6:23:18 GMT -5
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A cold, dark room.
Home.
The camera pans to show light creeping through boarded up windows before a set of hands tears the boards free from their nails, letting the light shine in to the room to reveal himself.
Danny Young: "This place... how long ago did it die?"
He turns to face an unidentified man in a wheelchair, slowly easing himself around. The broken floorboards make it no easy task, but he does it effortlessly, keeping himself safe from any kind of harm.
Man: "Two weeks after you left for Japan. Two weeks after you left to become a 'wrestler'. God, I can't believe you left behind a career in MMA to pursue wrestling. What's so special about it?"
The two men share a chuckle before Danny begins to push him around the building in his chair. The camera shows the slightly dim lit main hall of the room, where a ring is set up, more specifically, a boxing ring.
Man: "January 19th 2001, you come in here and you beg me to let you use the gym after hours."
The faint sound of a childs pleading can be heard.
Man: "January 19th 2001, I tell you to get some money and come back another day."
A door slams shut as Danny Young pushes the elderly man around the outside of the ring, his arm reaching out to touch the ropes.
Man: "January 20th 2001, you come back with a broken nose and a handful of coins."
A rattling can be heard as though coins had been dropped on the floor.
Man: "You told me that you 'earned' it, but I knew you had been fighting for it. I could tell by the look in your eyes. You may have told me a lie on that day but I could see the honest will to survive in your eyes. You wanted to get bigger... get stronger... make it so you could escape this sh*thole."
The elderly gentleman chuckles to himself before coughing violently, Danny Young not trying to help in any way, simply pushing the old man around as he sees fit.
Man: "You only wanted to get stronger so you could survive. Soon enough... you dominated this little world we live in. You controlled the drugs being sold on the street. You controlled who went where and what they'd wear. You were the man. Now look at you... only coming back to this place to rub an old man's face in it. You left this dump behind and we lost our way without someone to help control this place. Why the f*ck are you here now?! Tell me why?!"
Danny Young chuckles a little before giving a short, yet impactful answer.
Danny Young: "Because I can."
The old man begins to laugh before the two stop in front of the main door, with holes and stains adorning it's once beautiful surface. Danny Young pushes the door open before turning to face the old man one final time.
Man: "That's just like you Daniel... as cold and as heartless as ever. Just like this building, there's nothing inside of you anymore but darkness."
Danny Young: "I see... if that's how others see me then let it be that way."
Man: "I heard you have a match soon. Think you've got a chance?"
The two men share a hearty laugh before the old man's body tenses, letting out a choked cough followed by one last troubled breath before he finally succumbs to whatever has been plaguing him.
Danny Young: "I have more of a chance than you ever did. I won't end up like you either."
Danny Young walks away, letting the door shut behind him on the final resting place of the old man. He walks past a signpost which the camera can't help but focus on. In the wreckage of that old building, one thing remained the same way it did when he first left.
"Boxing Legend - Shane Rivers' Gym"
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A room filled with a lifetime of honour.
Home.
The camera pans to show Danny Young sitting in seiza position, an elderly Asian gentleman siting across from him.
Subtitles revealing what the men are saying can be seen, as the two begin to converse in Japanese.
Man: "Well now, Mr. Young, it has been a while since we last spoke."
Danny Young: "I guess it has, master."
Man: "I told you, don't you dare call me that name again."
Danny Young: "You honestly think you can stop me old man? There is nobody outside to protect you anymore. That was child's play and it's all thanks to you... master."
The old man looks at him bitterly.
Man: "What happened... why did you become this way? Were my lessons worthless?"
Danny Young chuckles to himself, taking a sip of the tea intended for the elderly gentleman to drink.
Danny Young: "Nothing has happened to change me. I've always been this way and I don't intend to change anything about it."
Man: "Nonsense! When I first met you, you were a respectful young man that had travelled so far to learn our ways!"
Danny Young: "It seems you can't read people as well as the other old man. I had moved on from fighting to survive when I left that place. I came to you because I simply wanted to get even stronger. I wanted to learn every ancient fighting style, I wanted to learn every secret move, I wanted that power for myself. If I remember correctly... I was the only student to leave this place, correct?"
Man: "What are you getting at?"
Danny Young: "ANSWER ME YOU OLD F*CK!"
Man: "Still impatient... but yes, you were the only one to leave."
Danny Young chuckles wildly, his eyes filled with joy.
Man: "What is it?"
Danny Young: "That first old man, his gym opened in a very unlucky location. There was nobody but me that went there to learn his fighting style. That was a fortunate thing for me. One thing that wasn't so fortunate was how many people you raised with your style here. I must admit, they all had a lot of life left in them."
The old man looks at him in horror before shaking his head in disbelief.
Man: "What are you saying?"
Danny Young: "I guess now that you'll be gone soon... you should know that the style your family brought in to this world solely exists through me now."
The old man looks towards Danny Young who grins, getting to his feet before he looks down at the floor. He lights up a cigarette before throwing the match he used for it on to the table in front of the old man. The old man shows no resistance to the flames, only offering a few parting words.
Man: "No matter where you go, the guilt will always follow you."
Danny Young smiles before turning his back and walking out of the room, speaking in English this time.
Danny Young: "Sayonara, master."
The door slams shut as the camera shows the area around him, almost a hundred unknown figures laying face down on the floor, not moving whatsoever as the small room behind him goes up in flames. He walks through the grounds of what appears to be a mountain side dojo, looking over the edge quite often as he carries on smoking his cigarette.
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A dimly lit locker room with nothing but a single lightbuib and a chair inside.
Home.
A few seconds pass before Danny Young takes a seat on the chair, looking directly towards the camera with a slight twitch in his eye.
Danny Young: "I've been fighting for 16 years now. I have finally arrived in a place like WFWF... underneath the bright lights. However, all I see is darkness. Not in the crybaby special star sense that you get out of all of these 'dark' characters, no, what I see is the darkness of obscurity. I have dominated in shoot fighting. I have dominated the streets of the world. I have dominated the seedy night clubs and the back alley dealings. My name is feared by masters of several styles all over the world..."
He grins, almost childlike but his voice is filled with nothing but hatred and venom.
Danny Young: "But I am the opening match of a WFWF show. That's why I see the darkness of obscurity. I see myself becoming an afterthought. I'm seen as being in the ranks of Anna Ahriman and Mike Jette. Two people in the shadows of men far greater of them. Anna Ahriman, the afterthought daughter of Samael Ahriman. Mike Jette, the afterthought tag team partner of Frank Lynn. Danny Young, the man that has surpassed his masters in every style he's ever learned. The man that is undefeated in shoot fighting. The man that carries on the Kaminoikari style. The man that was trained exclusively by a boxing hero. The man that has nothing to lose."
He grins wickedly this time, his eyes almost getting darker as he talks, his head tilted slightly.
Danny Young: "So that begs the question... if I can do that to two men that raised me like I was their son... what am I going to do to someone who was handed fame by her father and carried to fame by his tag partner?"
He begins laughing manically, almost completely losing control of his mind as he begins to talk at a more rapid pace.
Danny Young: "I have nothing to lose, you have everything to lose and I swear to the devil and the god that make my blood pump through my f*cking veins that I will make sure you two know the difference between someone who had to fight to survive and somebody that decided to fight because they wanted to. F*ck off."
The camera returns to static.
A cold, dark room.
Home.
The camera pans to show light creeping through boarded up windows before a set of hands tears the boards free from their nails, letting the light shine in to the room to reveal himself.
Danny Young: "This place... how long ago did it die?"
He turns to face an unidentified man in a wheelchair, slowly easing himself around. The broken floorboards make it no easy task, but he does it effortlessly, keeping himself safe from any kind of harm.
Man: "Two weeks after you left for Japan. Two weeks after you left to become a 'wrestler'. God, I can't believe you left behind a career in MMA to pursue wrestling. What's so special about it?"
The two men share a chuckle before Danny begins to push him around the building in his chair. The camera shows the slightly dim lit main hall of the room, where a ring is set up, more specifically, a boxing ring.
Man: "January 19th 2001, you come in here and you beg me to let you use the gym after hours."
The faint sound of a childs pleading can be heard.
Man: "January 19th 2001, I tell you to get some money and come back another day."
A door slams shut as Danny Young pushes the elderly man around the outside of the ring, his arm reaching out to touch the ropes.
Man: "January 20th 2001, you come back with a broken nose and a handful of coins."
A rattling can be heard as though coins had been dropped on the floor.
Man: "You told me that you 'earned' it, but I knew you had been fighting for it. I could tell by the look in your eyes. You may have told me a lie on that day but I could see the honest will to survive in your eyes. You wanted to get bigger... get stronger... make it so you could escape this sh*thole."
The elderly gentleman chuckles to himself before coughing violently, Danny Young not trying to help in any way, simply pushing the old man around as he sees fit.
Man: "You only wanted to get stronger so you could survive. Soon enough... you dominated this little world we live in. You controlled the drugs being sold on the street. You controlled who went where and what they'd wear. You were the man. Now look at you... only coming back to this place to rub an old man's face in it. You left this dump behind and we lost our way without someone to help control this place. Why the f*ck are you here now?! Tell me why?!"
Danny Young chuckles a little before giving a short, yet impactful answer.
Danny Young: "Because I can."
The old man begins to laugh before the two stop in front of the main door, with holes and stains adorning it's once beautiful surface. Danny Young pushes the door open before turning to face the old man one final time.
Man: "That's just like you Daniel... as cold and as heartless as ever. Just like this building, there's nothing inside of you anymore but darkness."
Danny Young: "I see... if that's how others see me then let it be that way."
Man: "I heard you have a match soon. Think you've got a chance?"
The two men share a hearty laugh before the old man's body tenses, letting out a choked cough followed by one last troubled breath before he finally succumbs to whatever has been plaguing him.
Danny Young: "I have more of a chance than you ever did. I won't end up like you either."
Danny Young walks away, letting the door shut behind him on the final resting place of the old man. He walks past a signpost which the camera can't help but focus on. In the wreckage of that old building, one thing remained the same way it did when he first left.
"Boxing Legend - Shane Rivers' Gym"
///
A room filled with a lifetime of honour.
Home.
The camera pans to show Danny Young sitting in seiza position, an elderly Asian gentleman siting across from him.
Subtitles revealing what the men are saying can be seen, as the two begin to converse in Japanese.
Man: "Well now, Mr. Young, it has been a while since we last spoke."
Danny Young: "I guess it has, master."
Man: "I told you, don't you dare call me that name again."
Danny Young: "You honestly think you can stop me old man? There is nobody outside to protect you anymore. That was child's play and it's all thanks to you... master."
The old man looks at him bitterly.
Man: "What happened... why did you become this way? Were my lessons worthless?"
Danny Young chuckles to himself, taking a sip of the tea intended for the elderly gentleman to drink.
Danny Young: "Nothing has happened to change me. I've always been this way and I don't intend to change anything about it."
Man: "Nonsense! When I first met you, you were a respectful young man that had travelled so far to learn our ways!"
Danny Young: "It seems you can't read people as well as the other old man. I had moved on from fighting to survive when I left that place. I came to you because I simply wanted to get even stronger. I wanted to learn every ancient fighting style, I wanted to learn every secret move, I wanted that power for myself. If I remember correctly... I was the only student to leave this place, correct?"
Man: "What are you getting at?"
Danny Young: "ANSWER ME YOU OLD F*CK!"
Man: "Still impatient... but yes, you were the only one to leave."
Danny Young chuckles wildly, his eyes filled with joy.
Man: "What is it?"
Danny Young: "That first old man, his gym opened in a very unlucky location. There was nobody but me that went there to learn his fighting style. That was a fortunate thing for me. One thing that wasn't so fortunate was how many people you raised with your style here. I must admit, they all had a lot of life left in them."
The old man looks at him in horror before shaking his head in disbelief.
Man: "What are you saying?"
Danny Young: "I guess now that you'll be gone soon... you should know that the style your family brought in to this world solely exists through me now."
The old man looks towards Danny Young who grins, getting to his feet before he looks down at the floor. He lights up a cigarette before throwing the match he used for it on to the table in front of the old man. The old man shows no resistance to the flames, only offering a few parting words.
Man: "No matter where you go, the guilt will always follow you."
Danny Young smiles before turning his back and walking out of the room, speaking in English this time.
Danny Young: "Sayonara, master."
The door slams shut as the camera shows the area around him, almost a hundred unknown figures laying face down on the floor, not moving whatsoever as the small room behind him goes up in flames. He walks through the grounds of what appears to be a mountain side dojo, looking over the edge quite often as he carries on smoking his cigarette.
///
A dimly lit locker room with nothing but a single lightbuib and a chair inside.
Home.
A few seconds pass before Danny Young takes a seat on the chair, looking directly towards the camera with a slight twitch in his eye.
Danny Young: "I've been fighting for 16 years now. I have finally arrived in a place like WFWF... underneath the bright lights. However, all I see is darkness. Not in the crybaby special star sense that you get out of all of these 'dark' characters, no, what I see is the darkness of obscurity. I have dominated in shoot fighting. I have dominated the streets of the world. I have dominated the seedy night clubs and the back alley dealings. My name is feared by masters of several styles all over the world..."
He grins, almost childlike but his voice is filled with nothing but hatred and venom.
Danny Young: "But I am the opening match of a WFWF show. That's why I see the darkness of obscurity. I see myself becoming an afterthought. I'm seen as being in the ranks of Anna Ahriman and Mike Jette. Two people in the shadows of men far greater of them. Anna Ahriman, the afterthought daughter of Samael Ahriman. Mike Jette, the afterthought tag team partner of Frank Lynn. Danny Young, the man that has surpassed his masters in every style he's ever learned. The man that is undefeated in shoot fighting. The man that carries on the Kaminoikari style. The man that was trained exclusively by a boxing hero. The man that has nothing to lose."
He grins wickedly this time, his eyes almost getting darker as he talks, his head tilted slightly.
Danny Young: "So that begs the question... if I can do that to two men that raised me like I was their son... what am I going to do to someone who was handed fame by her father and carried to fame by his tag partner?"
He begins laughing manically, almost completely losing control of his mind as he begins to talk at a more rapid pace.
Danny Young: "I have nothing to lose, you have everything to lose and I swear to the devil and the god that make my blood pump through my f*cking veins that I will make sure you two know the difference between someone who had to fight to survive and somebody that decided to fight because they wanted to. F*ck off."
The camera returns to static.
I dont know good luck 
Cheers for the feedback, i'll be taking on board as much as I can for my next piece. <3