Post by Danny Rizzo on Jul 12, 2019 7:14:16 GMT -5
In the midst of everything that had been going on in his life there were things that had fallen by the wayside. Things that were important to him that he had let slip. Things that deserved his attention that he had slipped through the cracks unnoticed. In his quest to establish himself in the wrestling business, there were tangible aspects of his life that had been overlooked.
Through it all, Kaven Drell had been his confidant and his closest friend. Danny was certain that he would not have made it through the course that he had been on and kept his wits intact if it wasn’t for Drell and his friendship. Loyalty was something that Kaven understood and exuded, and there was a reliability to him that was unmatched even in his own family. But Drell could not be the only one that Danny leaned upon in times of need and he knew that. In spite of his loyalty, Drell had his own things that he wanted to accomplish and his own methods for going about them.
The Trench Warfare championship that he had beaten a game Kimitsu Zombie was something that, whether Kaven wanted to admit to or not, was important to him and deep down he was itching to get back to fighting in the Battle ground once more. Eventually things would go back to how they had been before, with Drell establishing himself in one place and Danny making his presence felt in another.
Still, Rizzo was thankful for his friendship and for his willingness to watch his back with the wolves of Valor Pro at his door. Even so, there was still a piece of him that he felt was missing. A piece that he alone was responsible for letting fall to the wayside. And it was that piece of the puzzle that was the whole of Danny Rizzo that he went in search of reclaiming once again.
This was not a side of him that he could let the rest of the world see, though. A man who positioned himself as unyielding and invulnerable, hunting for the piece of the puzzle that was missing, trying to find a way to heal the chink in the armor that could be exploited and exposed. No, his opponents, especially Katya, needed to see him as the fierce, unbending warrior who would not stay down no matter the cost.
All the same, he found himself at a familiar location. He remembered the shock on Leela’s face when he had told her that he had never eaten at a place called Skyline Chili before. A soft rumble of laughter shook deep within him, causing his shoulders to rise up and down for a few brief moments as the hint of a smile curled his upper lip for a moment. It was silly, he knew, to place such emphasis on something so menial and meaningless. But the sentiment remained.
He could remember the excitement she exuded in bringing him here. The look on her face as she watched him take the first bite of some crazed concoction of spaghetti noodles, chili sauce and cheese into his mouth. He remembered how eagerly she had waited for him to tell her how good it was.
Most of all he remembered how carefree he had felt with her sitting across from him.
So much had changed since then. He had changed since then. And while she had still remained a part of his life, coming to his shows. Celebrating and rejoicing with him in his victories. There was a part of her that kept her distance too.
But he wanted a piece of what they had, back. And if he could get that single piece then perhaps, in time, he could get the whole thing.
He remembered her order, though he wasn’t sure how. And had placed it at the counter and waited patiently for the restaurant staff to put it together. Once it was delivered to him it didn’t take long for him to make the short trip from the restaurant to her house. Well, her parents house, but that didn’t matter. Truth be told it had taken him longer to work up the courage to go and ring the doorbell than it had to get from the restaurant to her house.
Eventually, however, he made the trek from vehicle to doorstep and rang the doorbell.
Moments passed and eventually the door swung open and Leela’s expression shifted from neutral to one of shock and uncertainty.
“Leela… I…”
Words failed him. How did you tell someone who you had disappointed so much that you needed their help? That you needed them? He looked up at her and the two stared at each other for a few excruciatingly endless moments before she finally spoke.
“Alright… come in.”
Obeying, he stepped past her without another word and soon the door shut behind him.
One step closer to finding the missing piece.
Through it all, Kaven Drell had been his confidant and his closest friend. Danny was certain that he would not have made it through the course that he had been on and kept his wits intact if it wasn’t for Drell and his friendship. Loyalty was something that Kaven understood and exuded, and there was a reliability to him that was unmatched even in his own family. But Drell could not be the only one that Danny leaned upon in times of need and he knew that. In spite of his loyalty, Drell had his own things that he wanted to accomplish and his own methods for going about them.
The Trench Warfare championship that he had beaten a game Kimitsu Zombie was something that, whether Kaven wanted to admit to or not, was important to him and deep down he was itching to get back to fighting in the Battle ground once more. Eventually things would go back to how they had been before, with Drell establishing himself in one place and Danny making his presence felt in another.
Still, Rizzo was thankful for his friendship and for his willingness to watch his back with the wolves of Valor Pro at his door. Even so, there was still a piece of him that he felt was missing. A piece that he alone was responsible for letting fall to the wayside. And it was that piece of the puzzle that was the whole of Danny Rizzo that he went in search of reclaiming once again.
This was not a side of him that he could let the rest of the world see, though. A man who positioned himself as unyielding and invulnerable, hunting for the piece of the puzzle that was missing, trying to find a way to heal the chink in the armor that could be exploited and exposed. No, his opponents, especially Katya, needed to see him as the fierce, unbending warrior who would not stay down no matter the cost.
All the same, he found himself at a familiar location. He remembered the shock on Leela’s face when he had told her that he had never eaten at a place called Skyline Chili before. A soft rumble of laughter shook deep within him, causing his shoulders to rise up and down for a few brief moments as the hint of a smile curled his upper lip for a moment. It was silly, he knew, to place such emphasis on something so menial and meaningless. But the sentiment remained.
He could remember the excitement she exuded in bringing him here. The look on her face as she watched him take the first bite of some crazed concoction of spaghetti noodles, chili sauce and cheese into his mouth. He remembered how eagerly she had waited for him to tell her how good it was.
Most of all he remembered how carefree he had felt with her sitting across from him.
So much had changed since then. He had changed since then. And while she had still remained a part of his life, coming to his shows. Celebrating and rejoicing with him in his victories. There was a part of her that kept her distance too.
But he wanted a piece of what they had, back. And if he could get that single piece then perhaps, in time, he could get the whole thing.
He remembered her order, though he wasn’t sure how. And had placed it at the counter and waited patiently for the restaurant staff to put it together. Once it was delivered to him it didn’t take long for him to make the short trip from the restaurant to her house. Well, her parents house, but that didn’t matter. Truth be told it had taken him longer to work up the courage to go and ring the doorbell than it had to get from the restaurant to her house.
Eventually, however, he made the trek from vehicle to doorstep and rang the doorbell.
Moments passed and eventually the door swung open and Leela’s expression shifted from neutral to one of shock and uncertainty.
“Leela… I…”
Words failed him. How did you tell someone who you had disappointed so much that you needed their help? That you needed them? He looked up at her and the two stared at each other for a few excruciatingly endless moments before she finally spoke.
“Alright… come in.”
Obeying, he stepped past her without another word and soon the door shut behind him.
One step closer to finding the missing piece.