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เรื่องราว MidReal
Debt Punch: A Fighter's Redemption
สถานการณ์:A story called, "Brawler". The mob backs a street fighter, Joey László Jr. to fight pro when he suddenly learns he's in their debt because of his brother Carlo László misfortunes. Joey frequently visits his father former boxer in the 1970s Joel László in a nursing home who guides him on his boxing career. Joel starts to suffer from dementia. Joey has to start figuring out how to pay for the expenses. Through Joey's street fights, he meets a nurse named Alex, whom he starts dating.
Sample outline of the story:
Joey Laśzló Jr. street fights in an alleyway during his lunch hour. He gets his ass kicked but lands some pretty incredible punches. His eye is cut. People start heading into the building. It’s revealed that it’s a grocery store and they’re all on their lunch break. Joey makes his way to the deli counter. He puts his hair net on and gloves. He starts making sandwiches and blood from his eye falls on the meat. Joey goes to visit his father Joe Sr at a nursing home. His older brother Carlo is there.
Inciting Incident: The Mob comes to check out a fight. Joey catches their attention. They have a meeting with him. They want to sponsor him. They set up the next fight to see how he does. He wins. He gets badly beaten up. A girl, Alexandra at the fight takes care of his cut.
Plot Point I: Joey and Alex begin seeing each other. The Mob takes him to a nice facility to train. The fights they set up are in an amateur boxing arena. He wins all of them.
Pinch I: The promoter comes to a fight and wants Joey to be a part of an undercard fight at a big boxing event.
MidPoint: There’s a celebration for the fight about to take place.
Pinch II: His brother is being transferred. The bond is set to $20,000
Plot Point II: He tells the Mob to bet everything on him despite the odds against him.
Showdown: Joey gets punched badly and goes down. The Mob thinks he’s done and they want to kill Joey for them losing so much money. Joey gets up and knocks out the prizefighter.
End: He gets his brother out of jail. He gets his father to move to a better nursing home. He bet his life savings on himself and is happy with his winnings.
สร้างเวอร์ชั่นของฉันสำหรับเรื่องนี้
Joel László
former boxer and Joey's father suffering from dementia, father to Joey and Carlo, in a nursing home, wise yet confused due to dementia.
Alex Thompson
nurse and Joey's girlfriend, supportive of Joey and caring for his father, petite with kind eyes, empathetic and resilient.
Joey László Jr.
professional boxer, brother to Carlo, dating Alex, muscular build with scars, determined and protective.
I was a street fighter.
That’s how I made my money.
That’s how I survived.
And now, I was about to die.
I was in the middle of a fight, and I was losing.
Badly.
The guy across from me had at least fifty pounds on me, and he knew how to use it to his advantage.
He’d already broken my nose, and my ribs were on fire.
But I couldn’t give up.
Not yet.
I needed the money too badly.
If I didn’t win this fight, my brother Carlo would be in even deeper with the mob than he already was.
And that was something I couldn’t let happen.
The hulking figure in front of me grinned, his teeth stained with my blood.
He swung again, a massive fist aimed at my head.
I ducked, barely avoiding the blow, but stumbled as my legs threatened to give out.
The crowd around us roared, their faces a blur of excitement and bloodlust.
I could hear my own labored breathing, each inhale a struggle against the pain in my chest.
"Come on, Joey!" someone shouted from the sidelines. "Get up!"
I blinked, trying to clear my vision.
Carlo's face flashed in my mind, his worried eyes pleading with me to win.
I couldn't let him down.
Not now.
Not ever.
Summoning every ounce of strength left in my battered body, I pushed myself upright.
My opponent sneered, clearly thinking he had already won.
He charged at me, his fists like sledgehammers ready to crush me into the pavement.
But I was ready this time.
As he swung, I sidestepped and drove my fist into his gut with all the force I could muster.
He grunted, doubling over in surprise and pain.
The crowd gasped collectively, the sound like a wave crashing over us.
I didn't stop there.
I followed up with a right hook to his jaw, feeling the satisfying crunch of bone beneath my knuckles.
He staggered back, his eyes wide with shock.
This was my chance.
My only chance.
Ignoring the searing pain in my ribs and the blood dripping from my nose, I pressed forward.
Another punch to his midsection, then an uppercut that sent him reeling backward.
The crowd's roar grew louder, a cacophony of cheers and jeers blending into a single deafening noise.
My opponent stumbled but managed to stay on his feet, shaking his head as if to clear it.
He glared at me with pure hatred in his eyes.
"You’re gonna pay for that," he growled through gritted teeth.
I didn’t respond.
There was no time for words.
Only action.
He lunged at me again, slower this time, more cautious.
I dodged his wild swing and landed another punch to his side.
He winced but kept coming.
We traded blows, each hit sending shockwaves of pain through my already battered body.
But I couldn’t stop.
Wouldn’t stop.
For Carlo.
For our future.
With one final burst of energy, I aimed a powerful kick at his knee.
It connected with a sickening crack.
