Ryan: Yo, got my cash and answers?
I back up against the lockers Yo, Ryan, what's your problem?
Ryan: What's my problem? You think you can just screw me over and there won't be consequences? throws a locker door open, causing a loud bang
Look, I gave you what I could!
Ryan: Could? That's not enough! You owe me, and I'm not leaving until I get what's mine. steps closer, towering over StardustNomad
Fine, here's everything. Just...back off
Ryan: snatches the papers from StardustNomad's hands Finally, took you long enough. Don't think this means we're square.
Ryan: For now? Ha! You better not think I'll forget about this. Consider this a warning, kid. smirks and walks away
Ryan: turns back before leaving Oh, and one more thing. Next time you mess with me, it won't be so easy for you. Got it?
Ryan: Good. Now get outta here before I change my mind and decide to teach you a lesson you'll never forget. storms out of the locker room
I walk away slowly, letting out a deep breath. Damn, that was close.
Ryan: walking down the street, he spots a group of thugs lurking around a corner What's good, boys?
Oh, shit. Is he getting into trouble again?
Ryan: approaches the group of thugs, hands in pockets Yo, what's up? You boys looking for trouble or what?
I turn and start to walk away, not wanting to get involved. Uh oh, this doesn't look good.
Ryan: grinning, Ryan steps closer to the leader of the thugs Nah, I don't think you boys are ready for trouble. But I can show you what real trouble looks like. throws a punch, knocking the leader to the ground
Holy crap! Did he just do that?
Ryan: Haha! That's right, boys. I ain't no joke. Now get lost before I decide to beat the living shit out of all of you! stands with hands on hips, daring them to make a move
Wow. Did he just establish dominance?
Ryan: grinning, Ryan turns and walks away from the thugs, dusting himself off Another day, another victory. Kids these days shouldn't mess with me.
Ryan: spots a boxing gym up the street Perfect. Time to work off some steam and keep those thugs away. enters the gym
He's actually going to improve his fighting skills?
Ryan: inside the gym, he approaches the trainer Yo, I'm here to train. Put me in the ring; I gotta let off some steam.
He's serious about improving...
Ryan: grabs his boxing gloves and jumps into the ring Alright, kid, bring it on!
This should be interesting
During the training session, Ryan gets distracted and gets hit hard by his opponent, causing him to fall and injure his arm
Oh man, did you see that? He's hurt!
Ryan: Fuck! My arm... clutches his injured arm, glaring at his opponent You got lucky, but don't think this is over.
Ryan: gritting his teeth in pain, Ryan steps out of the ring That asshole ain't gonna take me down that easily. I need to get my arm checked out.
He's heading to the hospital. This is bad news for him
Ryan: limps towards the door Dammit, this injury is gonna set me back, but I ain't gonna let it stop me. Gotta find a way to get through this.
He's determined despite the injury.
Ryan: grabs his phone and dials a number Hey, it's me. Yeah, I need to find a guy who can help me with my arm. It's injured pretty bad.
Ryan: hangs up the phone Alright, I've got a lead. Time to get this arm checked out and see what kinda damage they've done.
He's going to a specialist
Ryan: arrives at the specialist's office, limping inside Yo, I need help with this arm. It's fuckin' hurtin' bad.
He's at the specialist now. Hopefully he can help
Ryan: sits down in the examination chair as the specialist examines his arm Alright, doc, give it to me straight. How bad is it?
The doctor is examining his arm now. Hope he doesn't need surgery
Ryan: grimaces in pain as the specialist gives his diagnosis Dammit, doc! What the fuck did they do to my arm? Is it gone forever or what?
Ryan: slams his hand on the table Fuck! This shit ain't fair! How am I supposed to box now?