Post by "Dragonfly" Daniel Telmah on May 1, 2011 19:05:48 GMT
Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Danny attacks the punching bag that hangs in his private gym with lefts and rights, furiously taking out some anger. He swings his fist again, narrowly avoiding the bag as it seems to have been nudged to the side.
“Swing and a miss.[/color]”
Jests the familiar rough, British accent. Dan Taylor steps out from behind the bag with his fingers interlocked behind his back. He is attired in the most elegant white suit and his short hair is straight. His skin is glowing strongly and the fire in his dark eyes has been extinguished, transformed into a more tranquil state. For the first time in years, a smile is on his face; not a synthetic smile that usually inhabits him, but one of pure happiness.
“Have you come just to make fun of me?[/color]”
Danny enquires before climbing into the small, dusty ring that stands there in what was once Dan’s house. Danny begins striking the air. He turns around to see Dan now stood leaning against the turnbuckle.
“Look at those legs so close together. You need a strong base. Warriors are strong.[/color]”
“I can’t do anything right, can I?[/color]”
Dan begins to laugh, much to the dismay of Danny, who disregards Dan and rolls out of the ring. The scene then switches to the large bathroom where Danny hunches over the marble sink, splashing water onto his chiselled face. He looks up into the mirror hung up on the wall and sees Dan’s reflection. He turns around and his father is once again stood in his way, this time holding a towel. He tosses it to Danny, who reluctantly begins to wipe his forehead with it.
“What do you want?[/color]”
He asks, brushing past Dan to walk into the master bedroom of the DDT mansion. He remains aggravated as Dan is now lay in a casual position on his purple, silk covered bed.
“Why so hostile?[/color]”
“I’m not. I’m just a little busy right now.[/color]”
“Come on. You can make a little time for your old man. What’s really going on?[/color]”
“You left me![/color]”
Danny erupts like a volcano. An awkward silence fills the air until Dan gets to his feet. He advances over to the dressing table and picks up a framed photo of Angela Telmah, Danny’s mother. He chuckles softly to himself before placing it down beside another picture of Danny stood with Dan.
“Big match coming up.[/color]”
“Don’t change the subject.[/color]”
Dan sits down on the end of the bed and sighs before resting his head in his hands. He then pats down on the duvet next to him and Danny takes a seat behind him.
“Everybody knows that wrestling was a huge part of my life. I guess that’s an understatement. I didn’t have the best start in life. When I got into this, I got to pretend I was something I wasn’t. I suppose... it became my life. I know you don’t understand, but...[/color]”
“I understand that. Wrestling is my life too, but I’m not...[/color]”
“You don’t understand.[/color]”
Dan assures him, returning the interruption. Danny remains silent in wait of Dan continuing his speech.
“I got to the point where my real life wasn’t important. Wrestling broke me in ways that no one will ever know. I don’t want the same to happen to you. It’s not too late for you. I know everybody’s been saying that you’re following in my footsteps, but believe me, you don’t wanna do that.[/color]”
Danny looks down at his feet, but is far too stubborn to admit his forgiveness for his father. Dan stands, turning to survey his surroundings.
“Didn’t take you long to redecorate.[/color]”
“Yeah, well... all the red in here was giving me a headache.[/color]”
He jokes and Dan laughs. He takes his seat again and pats his son on the back. Danny returns this by wrapping his arms around Dan as tears begin to stream down both their handsome faces. In an attempt to maintain some form of masculinity, Dan pulls away and clears his throat.
“So... Oswald Brodd, huh?[/color]”
“Yeah, the Mad Viking.[/color]”
He smiles, which forces his father to do the same thing.
“This is the biggest night of my life. It’s the first Genesis that you’re not in and everybody’s expecting me to continue your legacy. I’m not sure I’m gonna be able to do that.[/color]”
“Well, if there’s one piece of advice left for me to give you, it’s this... fuck ‘em.[/color]”
“What?[/color]”
“Fuck ‘em. That was my problem. I listened to what everybody had to say. I had built myself a reputation for respect and I refused to let go of it. Truth be told, everybody would have understood if I wanted to hang up my boots... and they’d be just as supportive if you do.[/color]”
“Right... So, you’ve been in a Last Man Standing match at Genesis. Any tips?[/color]”
“Nope.[/color]”
“No?[/color]”
“I’ve told you everything I can. You’re on your own now kid.[/color]”
The scene switches to the hallway of Old Trafford during tonight’s Genesis event where Danny is anticipating making his entrance. He quickly steps out behind the curtain, taking a look at the thousands of people in attendance as Alice Cooper’s “Poison” blares over the PA system. He slowly begins to walk down the ramp with the crowd cheering before climbing up the ring steps and ascending the tunbuckle from the outside. He turns and standing on stage is Dan “Dragon” Taylor, with his left arm placed firmly around the waist of Angela Telmah. The couple smile and slowly fade out. Danny laughs before jumping down onto the canvas as a “DDT” chant echoes.
“Swing and a miss.[/color]”
Jests the familiar rough, British accent. Dan Taylor steps out from behind the bag with his fingers interlocked behind his back. He is attired in the most elegant white suit and his short hair is straight. His skin is glowing strongly and the fire in his dark eyes has been extinguished, transformed into a more tranquil state. For the first time in years, a smile is on his face; not a synthetic smile that usually inhabits him, but one of pure happiness.
“Have you come just to make fun of me?[/color]”
Danny enquires before climbing into the small, dusty ring that stands there in what was once Dan’s house. Danny begins striking the air. He turns around to see Dan now stood leaning against the turnbuckle.
“Look at those legs so close together. You need a strong base. Warriors are strong.[/color]”
“I can’t do anything right, can I?[/color]”
Dan begins to laugh, much to the dismay of Danny, who disregards Dan and rolls out of the ring. The scene then switches to the large bathroom where Danny hunches over the marble sink, splashing water onto his chiselled face. He looks up into the mirror hung up on the wall and sees Dan’s reflection. He turns around and his father is once again stood in his way, this time holding a towel. He tosses it to Danny, who reluctantly begins to wipe his forehead with it.
“What do you want?[/color]”
He asks, brushing past Dan to walk into the master bedroom of the DDT mansion. He remains aggravated as Dan is now lay in a casual position on his purple, silk covered bed.
“Why so hostile?[/color]”
“I’m not. I’m just a little busy right now.[/color]”
“Come on. You can make a little time for your old man. What’s really going on?[/color]”
“You left me![/color]”
Danny erupts like a volcano. An awkward silence fills the air until Dan gets to his feet. He advances over to the dressing table and picks up a framed photo of Angela Telmah, Danny’s mother. He chuckles softly to himself before placing it down beside another picture of Danny stood with Dan.
“Big match coming up.[/color]”
“Don’t change the subject.[/color]”
Dan sits down on the end of the bed and sighs before resting his head in his hands. He then pats down on the duvet next to him and Danny takes a seat behind him.
“Everybody knows that wrestling was a huge part of my life. I guess that’s an understatement. I didn’t have the best start in life. When I got into this, I got to pretend I was something I wasn’t. I suppose... it became my life. I know you don’t understand, but...[/color]”
“I understand that. Wrestling is my life too, but I’m not...[/color]”
“You don’t understand.[/color]”
Dan assures him, returning the interruption. Danny remains silent in wait of Dan continuing his speech.
“I got to the point where my real life wasn’t important. Wrestling broke me in ways that no one will ever know. I don’t want the same to happen to you. It’s not too late for you. I know everybody’s been saying that you’re following in my footsteps, but believe me, you don’t wanna do that.[/color]”
Danny looks down at his feet, but is far too stubborn to admit his forgiveness for his father. Dan stands, turning to survey his surroundings.
“Didn’t take you long to redecorate.[/color]”
“Yeah, well... all the red in here was giving me a headache.[/color]”
He jokes and Dan laughs. He takes his seat again and pats his son on the back. Danny returns this by wrapping his arms around Dan as tears begin to stream down both their handsome faces. In an attempt to maintain some form of masculinity, Dan pulls away and clears his throat.
“So... Oswald Brodd, huh?[/color]”
“Yeah, the Mad Viking.[/color]”
He smiles, which forces his father to do the same thing.
“This is the biggest night of my life. It’s the first Genesis that you’re not in and everybody’s expecting me to continue your legacy. I’m not sure I’m gonna be able to do that.[/color]”
“Well, if there’s one piece of advice left for me to give you, it’s this... fuck ‘em.[/color]”
“What?[/color]”
“Fuck ‘em. That was my problem. I listened to what everybody had to say. I had built myself a reputation for respect and I refused to let go of it. Truth be told, everybody would have understood if I wanted to hang up my boots... and they’d be just as supportive if you do.[/color]”
“Right... So, you’ve been in a Last Man Standing match at Genesis. Any tips?[/color]”
“Nope.[/color]”
“No?[/color]”
“I’ve told you everything I can. You’re on your own now kid.[/color]”
The scene switches to the hallway of Old Trafford during tonight’s Genesis event where Danny is anticipating making his entrance. He quickly steps out behind the curtain, taking a look at the thousands of people in attendance as Alice Cooper’s “Poison” blares over the PA system. He slowly begins to walk down the ramp with the crowd cheering before climbing up the ring steps and ascending the tunbuckle from the outside. He turns and standing on stage is Dan “Dragon” Taylor, with his left arm placed firmly around the waist of Angela Telmah. The couple smile and slowly fade out. Danny laughs before jumping down onto the canvas as a “DDT” chant echoes.
