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Molding a New Life.....
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Topic Started: Nov 30 2012, 10:25 PM (120 Views)
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StevenJames
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Nov 30 2012, 10:25 PM
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There was excitement. There was happiness. There was joy. Finally a smile on the face of Steven's face. For years now he has just been down and in the dumps with his life in and out of wrestling. Now he had something to smile about. His son was just born. Timothy Adam James came into this world weighing in at 5 pounds 13 oz. A small baby yes, but healthy none the less. That is all that mattered to him. That his son was healthy.
Steven just had this look in his eye like no one has ever seen before.
-Steven is standing there glaring into the nursery when an old friend turns the corner.-
"STEVEN!"
-It was his long time friend Mr. Sadistic. The two shake hands and turn towards the nursery.-
"Congrats man! Now which one is my godson?"
-Steven points to the only baby in the nursery not crying and screaming.-
"He's handsome.....unlike his father!" Sadistic says laughing.....
"I don't care if I am ugly. I know I am not a good looking guy, but you are right my son is one handsome kid!"
"So where's the wife?"
"In the room sleeping. They are bringing him back to the room every few hours so she can feed him. So she sleeps when he is sleeping."
"That has got to be rough. Why aren't you catching some sleep?"
-Steven looks back towards his son than back at Sadistic.-
"I just can't keep my eyes off of him. I mean look. He is just perfect."
"For now."
"Your right about that. Soon enough he will be crying more than he is sleeping. I just feel bad that I have to go back on the road soon. I am going to hate when I have to let my son out of my eyes."
"Cheer up man. Just think, you are out there busting your ass, trying to give your son a good life."
"Trying, but failing. I take a short break thinking it was what I needed. I lose to Tyson Law? Are you kidding me? I should have beat him without breaking a sweat. I just don't know if I am going to be able to have enough success in the ring to be able to provide for him."
"Don't say that man. It was one match. Don't think your career is over because of one loss. You have to get back up and keep fighting. See you are not fighting for the fans, you are not doing it for yourself. You have a child now. If you are going to fight for something, fight for your son!"
"But Snake......"
"But Snake what? He is just another bump in the road. Being a father there will be many bumps in the road. You just keep pushing forward and keep your eye on the prize."
"And that would be?"
"Making sure your son has a good life. Making sure your son has a hero to look up to."
"Me? A hero? Nah, I don't think so man."
"Think that now Steven. One day your son is going to be looking up to you. A dad is his son's first hero. He is going to see you getting in that ring, doing what you love. He is going to know that you are the one putting a roof over his head, paying so you guys can go on vacations. Holding him when he is sick. To a kid that is a hero."
-Steven glances over at young Timothy and smiles.-
"You always know what to say man. Your right. It does not matter who in in front of me. I fight for my son now. I go out there and give mre than I got. Show him his father is not some dead beat dad like most in this world. So him that I care he grows up right. Teach him the do's and don'ts of the world. Make sure he stays on the right path. I learned the hard way. I will not let that happen to my son. He deserves better!"
"Yes he does. So stop being a whining little bitch and toughen up. Snake is no joke. He is far better than anyone you have faced so far. He can do a lot more permanent damage than anyone you have been in the ring with so far. The man is very eccentric. He has a way of just getting into your mind and freaking you out. Just block him out of your mind. Think of him as a sparring partner that you can put down at any moment. Just a training dummy. You get over the fact that he is someone dangerous and you stand a chance of beating him.
You can beat him and show your son you are not a failure!"
"Exactly what I'll do. I mean there is no other option. I fail and down the line my son will fail. If I show him that I can not do right by him, there is a chance down the line he will walk the beaten path and walk right into a life of trouble. I already did that. I am trying to better myself, for him. I want to show him that being a good, hard working person is good. You don't have to do stupid shit to be cool. You don't have to fall into peer pressure and do what everyone else wants you do do.
If I listened to what people have told me I would not be here right now. I would not be standing here looking at my son. There is a good chance I would not have a son if I did not turn my life around. I could be dead or in jail if I kept going down the path I was just a few months ago. Knowing my son was on the way I could not continue on the path of destruction I was on.
I sucked it up and go help. I was heavy into drugs. You know that. Another year of doing what I was doing and I would be 6 feet in the ground right now. My son would not have a father in his life. You were the only friend who I was able to turn to when I felt like using. You kept me from having a relapse. You saved my life. That is why you are my son's godfather."
"I appreciate that man. Now it is your turn to help someone."
"And that would be?"
"Your son man. Win this for your son. Do everything you have to do to be victorious. Do what ever it takes. Dig down as deep as you can and fight the hardest you ever have before. You need this. Your son needs this."
-At that moment a nurse come wheeling Timothy out of the nursery and walks over towards the two.-
"Sir would you like to hold your son? I seen you standing there the whole time."
"Screw him. It's my turn to hold my god son."
-Sadistic reaches in and picks up Timothy and just smiles.-
"See can't help but smile, right man?"
"Your right Steve. Now wipe that grin off your face and go get some sleep. We got work to do in the morning!"
"Ok man. Just bring him in when you got to leave. Thanks again brother."
-Steven shakes Sadistic's hand and gives his son a kiss on the head as he heads into the room and lays down.-
SCENE ENDS
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