Hello! ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑

First of all, I'm not a writer. (◕﹏◕✿)

I'm a Video Editor with a lot of creativity, a vivid imagination and Fujoshi tendencies. I always make my plotbunnies come to life through EXPLICIT NSFW Yaoi/Male Slash videos on YouTube. (っ˘ڡ˘ς)

Now, please don't expect a literature masterpiece or anything like that. Because, I'm not a writer. (╥﹏╥)

I also don't have a Beta Reader. I've tried to find one for free. But, they're extinct and I've always been a rather impetuous girl. щ(ಠщ)

What else? Oh yeah, AI Dungeon wrote most of it. So yeah… I was just happy that it was readable. Kinda? (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄

Please enjoy my twelfth fanfic. It's another Mike Barnes/Daniel LaRusso one. Because, this IS my OTP if you haven't already noticed. (୨୧•͈ᴗ•͈)◞*

Please, don't think too much about the years or dates. Because, I know that Anthony wouldn't have been born on 2003. But, let's just pretend he was. Pretty please?
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Also, I think Anthony has a few similar personality traits with… Mike Barnes. Which is why I picked him and not Sam.

1. Greedy. Mike Barnes and Anthony LaRusso are both kinda greedy. I mean, Young!Mike is flat out greedy. He'll do anything for money.
2. They both enjoy luxuries.
3. They're both calculating.
4. They can be obnoxious at times.
5. Manipulation is like something they're both really good at IF they're going to get something out of it.
6. They both lose their temper quite easily. I mean, not as easily as someone like: Tory Nichols or Johnny Lawrence. But, they do lose it faster than, Samantha LaRusso or Daniel LaRusso.


Mike was watching TV while he was setting up house cleaning products on isle 8. He was almost done when, all of a sudden he heard a familiar voice. It was that fucking pansy-ass who beat him in the All Valley Karate Tournament.

He was advertising some car dealership. Just looking at that babyface bitch on the TV screen is enough to make him lose control. He bangs a mop's handle with all his might across the TV and ends up breaking the damn screen.

"You suck, LaRusso! You suck, man! You're a worthless piece of Italian shit! I fucking hate you!"

His face is all red from all the anger and rage he's feeling. He starts throwing and destroying everything on sight. Vases, windows, chairs, lightbulbs and anything else he could get his hands on.

He hears a little girl crying. "I'm scared, Mommy. That man is scaring me. I want to go home!"

Mike turns to look at the crying little girl and just can't help but, growl at her. He's always been an actual mellow guy. But, LaRusso is always making his more dominant Alpha side come out. That fucking loser just irks him so fucking much!

The Mom quickly carries her little girl away and complaints to the store manager. "Is this the kind of employees you have working here? Some deranged Alphas with anger issues. His violent display made my little girl cry." The woman says in a very appalled tone.

"I'm so sorry, mam. I promise it won't happen again. Because, this boy will no longer be working here." The manager bows his head in an apologizing manner before, turning to glare at the enraged man. "Barnes! Turn in your vest. You're fired! Go to the main office to ask for your paycheck."

Mike Barnes turns to hiss at the short older man. "FUCK YOU! I'm glad to be leaving this dump! Yeah, this Home Depot is a piece of shit anyways!" He turns to the gawking shoppers and shouts, "Yeah, you might wanna smell the beer bottles. Because, I actually peed in a few of those. So yeah, you might want to double check your drinking actual Budweiser and not my urine. Later, bitches!"

The shoppers look disgusted and the manager just sighs in relief. Mike Barnes leaves the store and the manager begins to clean up the mess he made.


A few minutes later…

He's at his boss's main office and the manager is shouting, "Two porcelain vases broken into tiny pieces. Three bay windows turned into piles of broken glass. Nine African Blackwood chairs made into twigs. Five shattered lightbulbs. "

"I was…"

"Shut up! I'm still not done. Three employees with minor injuries. Isles 8 and 9 completely destroyed."

"I just…"

"Don't interrupt me."

"Nine customers with concussions and three with second degree injuries."

"I just wanted to say that…"

"Oh my God! Are you not going to shut your trap?"

"Let him speak. He also has the right to defend himself. You may speak."

"No, I just wanted to say that you forgot about that 50' huge Television. (A/N: A CRT Television one. The year is 2002.༼;´༎ຶ ༎ຶ༽) I'm talking about that Panasonic one with the nice big screen. I mean, if you're going to be a snitch then you should be more careful when making the list of all the damages done. Make sure you got all of them written down."

"Yes, Mr. Rockefeller. I think after what he said. They're all the damages done. So, I guess I'll be leaving." The manager quickly takes his exit.

"Yeah. I think that's everything, boss." Mike says with a nonchalant tone.

Mr. Rockefeller just scratches his beard and explodes. He starts shouting, "YOU FUCKING IDIOT! You think you can just walk in here and destroy my property? What the hell were you thinking? Is that what I'm paying you for, Barnes? Do you have any fucking idea how much money you owe me for all the property damage? You're lucky I don't sue your ass! I could make your life a living hell. You're lucky I don't kill you! You better not ever show your face in this store again. Now, I expect you with all the money you owe me soon. You've got three months and not a single day more! So you can rob a bank or something for all I care! I just want my fucking money by the end of October. Do you hear me, you piece of Alpha shit?!"

Mike just nods his head but, before he exits the room. His hand stays on the doorknob and he turns to his furious former boss. He gulps and adds something more.

"I don't suppose you're going to give me my Severance pay?" He asks with a nervous smile on his face.

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY SIGHT!" Mr. Rockefeller throws a stapler at him.

But, he manages to dodge it and runs out the room as fast as his legs can carry him.


He leaves the store and heads to his car. He's in a bit of a daze. He still can't believe his luck.

He slams his fists against the stirring wheel of his black Ferrari 328 GTS. It was the only thing he was able to keep after he failed to beat LaRusso. He had to sell everything that Terry Silver gave him during their temporary contract.

"You fucking piece of Italian shit!" He punches the stirring wheel again. "This is all your fucking fault, LaRusso! I'm going to fuck you up! I'm gonna get you! You'll regret meeting me! I'm going to fucking end you! You stupid pansy-ass!" He pounds his fist against the wheel.


October 28, 2002

It's almost the end of October and he still hasn't gotten even half of what he owes Mr. Rockefeller. He's gotta act soon. He's running out of time.

He's been stalking, Daniel LaRusso, for the past three months. The guy's so stupid and hasn't even caught on to him. He hasn't noticed the man in the black hoodie following him around all these past months.

He's memorized his schedule. Every day, around 8:00 AM - 8:30 AM, he buys a Double Espresso Macchiato, one Blueberry Muffin and a Birthday Cake Pop at his local Starbucks. Afterwards, he goes to work from 10:00 AM - 5:00 PM. Then, he goes to the park with his wife and daughter. They usually finish by 7:30 PM. After that, they stay indoors. They wait until their baby is fast asleep and Amanda's Mother gets there to stay with Samantha. Daniel and Amanda hit the clubs from 11:00 PM - 1:00 AM.

His plan is to jump LaRusso and rough him up a little bit. After all, everyone knows that he was the better fighter between them. Like, when there are no rules… he can easily beat him in a one-on-one match. So yeah, he's going to beat him up and make him cough up the rest of the money he needs.