Post by sleepy on Jul 20, 2017 5:27:06 GMT -5
[Heavyweight Champion of The World]
We see the one and only Danny Young taking a slow stagger, his attire clearly disheveled as thought he’d spent the night drinking heavily. Behind him, we see the sun beginning to rise. The break of dawn almost inspiring the words to rise from his gut.
“I could’ve been a contender!”
“I could’ve been a someone!”
“Caught up in the rat race!”
“I’m feeling like a no-one!”
“Could’ve been me in the papers!”
“The money and the girls!”
“I could’ve been heavyweight champion of the world!”
His drunken stumble slows to a more calm and rhythmic style as he walks, approached by his close friend, the director from his last series of strangely confident videos.
Danny Young: “Ryan… you’ve always stuck by my side. At Heading West… I have to face a brother. Well, I don’t even know the guy. All I know is that he’s like me.”
Ryan Smalls: “Well, what makes you think of him that way?”
Danny Young: “I guess it’s because he’s from England.”
Ryan Smalls: “Fair enough.”
The two men patter on back and forth, letting the break of dawn drive them towards their destination.
///
[Dear Diary]
(The following is an extract from the training diary of Danny Young)
10/7/17 0530
Rain.
Heavy rain for that matter.
The kind of rain that quite honestly does my f*cking nut in.
Old b*stard says today is all about running.
Wants me to cut out smoking and focus on training.
Who the f*ck does he think he’s talking to?
10/7/17 2154
The rain’s finally slowed down but I haven’t had a chance.
Weight training and all sorts for a guy who essentially does overdramatic flips and can’t lock in a submission properly.
If Tenzan-san knew that this kind of s*it was happening he would take my head off next time I go out to see him.
11/7/17 2201
Old man says I need rest.
Told him he can lick my balls.
I need something to keep me from going insane in this s*ithole.
Smalls wasn’t allowed to come. Something about smuggling charges.
Either way writing is all I have to pass the time.
Joe Bishop. Face of a child. 28. Wait, Smalls would love this one.
The face of catholic prey.
Heh.
Bishop… catholic prey… cause… f*ck it, i’ll just tell him it when I get back to see him.
12/7/17 1304
Old man’s cooking up some food while i’m reading these notes i’ve had for a short while.
Bishop’s never really concerned about what’s going on.
He’s too involved with others.
I kind of feel sorry for the guy.
I think the name ‘Trace Demon’ means more to him than his own family at this point.
He can’t really get it off his lips.
Well, I guess I mentioned it a few times in the past.
13/7/17 1844
Old man’s sent me to try and live in the forest by myself for a few nights.
It seems kind of pointless but he seems to think it’ll help me mentally.
Apparently ‘comedy’ is my coping mechanism.
Yeah right.
I’m not funny.
I’m the most serious wrestler there is.
But I don’t really try.
That’s besides the point, everyone over at Fighting Spirit [only on the wfigs fantasy booking board] knows i’m f*cking sick.
Why do I need to prove it to a guy that’s busy with his own demons.
Yeah, I mean Trace Demon.
Anyways, if anything interesting happens i’ll write it down.
18/7/17 1900
5 days changed a lot of things.
It’s crazy how time stands still when you’re by yourself.
The minutes are like hours.
The hours are like days.
The days were like years.
I guess those years hardened me a little.
Being a fussy eater is kind of pointless when you’re having to catch crap from a creek.
It’s finally gotten me focused though.
Joe Bishop.
Gone from WFWF from 2010. Returned in 2012.
I wonder what he did in his time away.
I wonder if he thinks a f*cking one and a quarter jump and splash is going to do much to me.
Then again… a theatrical fireman’s carry has won the big belt a few times.
Guess i’m not as focused as I thought.
That’s cool though, i’d much rather f*ck around than take this seriously.
20/7/17 0622
I just got home from a pretty fun night out.
Told the old c*nt i’m going on the piss and booked myself a last minute flight back home.
Thought about Joe Bishop a few times when I was out and a tune by Reverend and The Makers popped in to my head.
What if I actually did take this all seriously?
Ah, f*ck it, it’ll never happen.
Right?
///
[...And Smell The Bacon]
“Wake up.”
A yawn pierces the calm morning air.
“Get ready you d*ck.”
“Why?”
“You’ve got s*it to do today.”
“Like what?”
“You’ve got to write a fake f*cking diary so those WFWF guys think you were seriously training.”
“S*it.”
With a lazed yawn, we see Danny Young pop his head up out of bed. Smalls is perched on a stool.
Danny Young: “How did you even get in?”
Ryan Smalls: “Your bird let me in.”
Danny Young: “She’s home?”
Ryan Smalls: “Who do you think let you back in your own f*cking house last night you nob.”
Danny Young: “Right, right.”
Ryan Smalls: “After you’ve wrote that s*it down, you promised me we could go for a smoke.”
Danny Young: “Whatever you want.”
///
[Up In Smoke]
The flick of a lighter and the sound of bubbling.
“Go on, pull it you f*cking puff!”
A spluttering cough followed up by laughter fills the room as smoke passes by. Young, Smalls and a few other unidentified associates are sat around a table with music playing in the background.
“I’m just a kid…”
The men carry on laughing with each other as Smalls tries to hold back his coughing.
Instead of an inner monologue, a voice over can be heard.
Danny Young: “22nd of July, 2017. The time is currently 11pm.
Blending incredible aerial precision with technical genius… we get Joe Bishop.
A modern day Black Tiger II if his style is anything to go by.
An award winning wrestler.
Hell, an award winning style.
The man takes to wrestling like a fish does to water.
His style isn’t overly complicated. He doesn’t have /many/ moves… he’s kind of uncreative I guess.
I’ll give him 88 overall.
Now… blending incredible striking precision with technical genius… we get myself.
A modern day… original.
The ability to match an opponents pace… the ability to change the style up entirely.
That’s something I feel like only I can bring to WFWF.
At the same time, Bishop is dangerous.
He seems a little unhinged at times.
That could play in to my hands perfectly.
Let him get lost in his thoughts of Trace and get him when he least expects it.
No… no.
If I want to prove myself, I guess i’ll have to do it fair and square.
Even if it means using moves I don’t particularly want to use.
F*ck it.
It’s not my intention to break his neck if I pull it out but accidents happen.
Am I taking this seriously enough now?
I wonder…”
///
[Game, Set and Match]
“Fancy…”
Out from the back of the blacked out bentley steps Danny Young and Ryan Smalls. Before long, a cigarette is sparked up and the two men are walking.
Ryan Smalls: “Shouldn’t smoke here, you know.”
The two sharp dressed men take a look at one another.
Danny Young: “Why not?”
Ryan Smalls: “Coz’ this place is filled with posh people. It’s Wimbledon… you know, the tennis thingy?”
Danny Young: “Just because he’s /from/ Wimbledon doesn’t mean we have to go and watch the tennis.”
Ryan Smalls: “I know, but I thought it’d take your mind off of things.”
Shaking his head, Danny walks in the opposite direction of the entrance as Smalls attempts to chase after him.
Ryan Smalls: “Come on! This isn’t like you… you’re game for a p*ss up any day of the week!”
*sigh*
Danny Young: “Smalls… I get the champ one on one at Heading West.”
Ryan Smalls: “Fine, fine. We’ll do things your way…”
///
[Dear Diary part 2]
22/7/17 1504
I’ve come to the realisation I can beat Joe Bishop.
He surrounds himself with a Father Ted/Mrs. Brown vocal double, an old c*nt and a silly little girl that’s trying to be a f*cking journo.
Shocker.
Talking to a journo goes to show he’s nothing more than a character.
That’s his biggest weakness I guess… the fact he counts himself as a man with nothing to hide by associating with a journalist is almost laughable.
Almost.
He could have the journo helping him out by digging up dirt on his opponents and blackmailing them for a victory.
I guess i’m going to have to spend a bit more money than i’d have hoped to for todays training session.
23/7/17 1923
Today is the day.
Tonight…. I get my hands on Joe Bishop.
Tonight I get to prove myself.
Will I sink?
Most likely.
Then again, wrestling is a subjective art form.
I might be able to pull a few tricks out of my sleeve for a victory.
///
I dont know good luck 
