Post by Danny Rizzo on Oct 18, 2019 8:01:19 GMT -5
It was undoubtedly the case that Danny Rizzo had been avoiding going home. He wasn’t really sure what home was any longer, if he was being honest. Home, at first, had been a place of growth. A place of witnessing the examples of his mother and father, the hard work that they had put in at grueling, unforgiving jobs to make ends meet. It was there that the character of Danny Rizzo truly developed. Long before he ever held the UnYielding title that mentality had been beaten into his head. You worked hard. Constantly. Endlessly. You didn’t let what happened around you break your will. Instead you simply continued on. Grinding away.
But home had shifted from that place of growth, to a place of comfort and peace. A place of solitude and happiness. A place where Leela Watts smile lit up the entire world around him. He admired her. No, the affection he felt was beyond that. It was beyond simple admiration. Beyond simply love. He adored her. And, to a certain extent, he was envious of her. Envious of her ability to remain so positive and upbeat even in the most challenging of circumstances. Yes, she had moments of weakness. Moments where heartache and pain and disappointment got the best of her. But never, through it all, did she lose sight of who she was.
Home, as cheesy as it had sounded, had been wherever she was as long as he was there. Now, though? It didn’t feel like home. He had sacrificed the monogamy of their relationship because it was what she wanted. But there was an ache deep within him that she did not feel the same feeling of home with him, that he had felt with her. He accepted it. Because that was what love did. It accepted, and compromised, and adjusted to make things work. Now, however, he found himself avoiding going home. Eventually he would get their but his days had become longer.
Longer because he felt angry. Not at Leela. Not at Kaven. They provided stability and support. Leela, the love of his life. Kaven, the most loyal friend that he had ever had. Instead, he found himself angry at the world. Angry at everything around him. Angry at the circumstances that had lead to him needing to shed the skin of the man he had been and become what he was today. Angry at the machine that Kaven railed against so frequently. Angry at men like Chris Callum who would exploit his Leela for his own gain.
Angry because, in spite of it all, she still saw good in him.
He despised Chris Callum. He despised everything that he stood for.
The Apex championship was a prize. It was THE prize. And it would be a great reward when all was said and done. But it was no longer the mission. It was no longer the goal. It was no longer what drove him.
No. Now anger and bitterness and hatred fueled him toward one goal.
To break Chris Callum and everything he stood for.
And he would not yield until it was done.
But home had shifted from that place of growth, to a place of comfort and peace. A place of solitude and happiness. A place where Leela Watts smile lit up the entire world around him. He admired her. No, the affection he felt was beyond that. It was beyond simple admiration. Beyond simply love. He adored her. And, to a certain extent, he was envious of her. Envious of her ability to remain so positive and upbeat even in the most challenging of circumstances. Yes, she had moments of weakness. Moments where heartache and pain and disappointment got the best of her. But never, through it all, did she lose sight of who she was.
Home, as cheesy as it had sounded, had been wherever she was as long as he was there. Now, though? It didn’t feel like home. He had sacrificed the monogamy of their relationship because it was what she wanted. But there was an ache deep within him that she did not feel the same feeling of home with him, that he had felt with her. He accepted it. Because that was what love did. It accepted, and compromised, and adjusted to make things work. Now, however, he found himself avoiding going home. Eventually he would get their but his days had become longer.
Longer because he felt angry. Not at Leela. Not at Kaven. They provided stability and support. Leela, the love of his life. Kaven, the most loyal friend that he had ever had. Instead, he found himself angry at the world. Angry at everything around him. Angry at the circumstances that had lead to him needing to shed the skin of the man he had been and become what he was today. Angry at the machine that Kaven railed against so frequently. Angry at men like Chris Callum who would exploit his Leela for his own gain.
Angry because, in spite of it all, she still saw good in him.
He despised Chris Callum. He despised everything that he stood for.
The Apex championship was a prize. It was THE prize. And it would be a great reward when all was said and done. But it was no longer the mission. It was no longer the goal. It was no longer what drove him.
No. Now anger and bitterness and hatred fueled him toward one goal.
To break Chris Callum and everything he stood for.
And he would not yield until it was done.