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Topic Started: Feb 16 2016, 11:44 PM (108 Views)
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SaviourSelf
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Feb 16 2016, 11:44 PM
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-The sun shining, and the tall palm trees hanging overhead, Alex LeBlanc is sitting on the porch of a newly renovated and rebuilt Bungalow on the east side of Winter Park, Florida. His sun is pushing a toy truck around in the grass in front of him, and while Alex sits and relaxes, he gets startled by the door opening and closing within seconds, the boy's mother and Alex's ex-wife sitting down beside him with two glasses of Iced Tea for the both of them.-
Ariel: He's growing up quick, Alex.
Alex, nodding: Yep. Didn't think the time would fly by so quickly.
Ariel: It doesn't slow down, babe. You don't stop every once in a while, you're going to miss out.
-Alex groans a bit and he rests his head back with a sigh. It's the same argument he's gotten for years from his ex-wife. He works too hard, he's never home, he's always on-the-go and she's stuck carrying the responsibility of the life and upbringing of a young boy. It's a valid argument, one that can be countered with the fact that Alex ensures there's always food on the table, that the boy is clothed and that Ariel's hair salon is well stocked and well-funded. Regardless, the topic is at hand, and Alex is taking a slow draw from his glass as Ariel keeps badgering him.-
Ariel: I know, I know, slick. I know you're tired of hearing it, but at some point, you're going to have to stop chasing windmills. Aiden isn't getting any younger, and you're just getting older. He's looking for a father, and the money is nice and the clothes are well and good, but he'd pass that up for more weekends with his father. What's he going to say when he's 15 and he knows his dad more through Youtube videos of his career than through actual interaction?
Alex, sighing: I'm working on it, Ari. Like, this wasn't my plan either. I wanted to get in, get my money and get out. I WANTED it to work out with you. I wanted to be there. Things happened, Ariel. Things that I didn't anticipate. That I didn't expect.
Ariel, unamused: Yeah, they did, Alex. You weren't home. You were on the road 300 days a year, chasing a dream while I was pregnant with our child. You were touring Japan and Mexico while I was raising your child, home for 3 months before you were gone again for 6. I went to Pre-Birth and Lactation classes by myself. I was a single mother while having a husband. It didn't work because your dreams and your career didn't allow it to. I still love you, dearly, but you made a choice somewhere along the line, and that choice is why you're sitting on the porch with your ex-wife.
-Alex sighs a bit and lowers his head, slumping a bit.-
Alex: It was never my intention to fail you, kiddo. It was never my intention to be gone, but I was chasing this thing, and for a while there? I had it. But it digs into you, Ari. It nests, and before you know it? You don't even recognize the person whose looking back at you in the mirror. You don't recognize that person because you're so damn consumed with your goal, with this idea of being the best at your chosen craft. Nowadays? I look in the mirror and I see something I never wanted to see. I see-
-She's probably the only person in the world who will ever truly understand him, and reaching out, she holds his hand without looking at him, and keeps her hand there, almost as a soothing mechanism, a worry stone for the usual volatile and hyperbolic LeBlanc.-
Ariel: You aren't him, sweetheart. You aren't your father.
Alex. questioning: How am I not? I left you and the kid behind, and for what? To be the best at this game? To get chewed up and spit out by this industry? To wake up most mornings not able to plant my feet without a shred of numbness in my left ankle and foot? To have had 3 knee surgeries before the age of 35 because I chased this dragon? Has any of it been worth it?
Ariel, stopping him: You got to chase a dream, and that's more than 90 percent of other people could ever say. Would I have liked you home more? Sure. I understand though. I understand that in your heart, you needed the validation. You needed the crowd telling you that you were the best of all time. You needed the resounding confirmation of excelling at something you could control, because the rest of your life was out of your hands. I understand it, Alex!
But don't ask if it was worth it, because there's a little boy right in front of you who looks at you like a hero. He looks at you like a hero because you've never relented, never given up and never shown yourself to have the ability to quit. You are GOD to that child because of who you are at home, and the fighter you are when you're on a TV screen.
-Alex nods and looks out at his kid, a cool breeze whipping as he sits there with his ex-wife, silently, before she breaks the silence.-
Ariel: You're almost done with this aren't you?
Alex, honestly: I still have a few pieces of unfinished business to attend to.
Ariel: And when that's done? When you get your "sunset" moment? Will that finally be enough?
Alex: Nowadays? It will be.
-Ariel looks at Alex and smiles, the cat now fully out of the bag.-
Alex: This whole streak, this whole redemption tour, it's all leading to one thing. It's all leading to one culminating act. The reality of the matter is that while I want to be recognized as the "Best To Ever Do It", that's not what's driving me, that's not what's pushing me forward.
Ariel: Then what is, sweetheart?
-Alex stops and his voice wavers a bit, quivering. He looks about to break, but he stares deep at the back of his child's head and steadies himself as best as he can.-
Alex: He was too young to remember the last time I held that fucking thing, Ari...
Ariel: Sweetie...
Alex: He was too young to even realize what was happening, too young to remember his Dad being the Icon, the Headliner, The Main Event and the unquestioned Ace of the company. He was too little to conceptualize all that, so all that time away, all the flights, all the missed classes and birthdays, all the long distance phone calls? There was no end game, there was no reward, no personal intangible reward for all the sacrifice.
Now?
-Alex points a shaky finger out at his kid, and nods a bit.-
Alex: He'll actually get to be proud of who his fucking Dad is.
That's what's driving me, Ariel. That's what's driving me behind every match, every person I kick in the face, every man I drop on his head and every title I've been chasing after. This is what's driving me to go after Razer and his title and what has pushed me to look John Bane in the eye and tell that sonofabitch that his title...is coming home with me.
It's different, because it'll actually be fucking worth it, now.
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