Confronting the Past, Part 3
Nov 20, 2017 20:03:37 GMT -5
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Post by Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith on Nov 20, 2017 20:03:37 GMT -5
"What in the hell are you talking about, John?" Tyrone growls as he stands on the rotting porch staring at his biological dad with curiousity and rage in his eyes.
John sidesteps past Tyrone and walks past him, walking into the house as he turns around toward The Crazy One, motioning him to come inside the house. Tyrone glances over his shoulder and takes a look at Cassie, who just shrugs her shoulders and motions Tyrone back in the house. Tyrone growls and begrudgingly shuffles his feet back inside toward the living room. John is looking through a cabinet on the entertainment center as the Crazy One takes a seat on the musty old couch and looks around, trying to figure out what is going on.
"What are you doing here anyway, John? When I talked to the locals, they said noone's lived here for a few months. They said you moved to Miami." Tyrone explains as he seems to be a little bit calmer, yet confused about the whole situation. While he is sitting there, waiting for a response, his thoughts come flooding to him again.
The guy is a damn liar. There is no way mom did that to us. He's just trying to hide the fact that he is an abusive, alcoholic bastard.
"Well, yeah, I was in Miami. Didn't work out with my new life down there. Ran out of money, new wife ran out on me, now I'm back here to hell. Got nowhere else to go." John says, sighing the whole way as he pulls out a video tape from one of the drawers of the entertainment center and turns around towards his son.
Why are you looking at me like that? What is this? It's taking all I have not to punch your damn teeth down your throat.
"Tyrone. This tape is what I showed DHS when they came to pick up Tommy and Carlos. You were already adopted by then, so you wasn't able to see it. This will explain everything to you." John says as he walks over to the VCR and turns on the TV, static filling the screen before he pops the tape into the player and presses play on it. John takes a seat in a broken down recliner as a grainy image appears.
The Crazy One sighs but stares at the TV as some screaming and yelling appear on the screen, with a woman standing in the bedroom that Tyrone and his brothers stayed in, yelling and throwing miscellaneous items, one of them hitting Tommy in the face. You can hear a young Tyrone screaming and cowering with fear as Linda grabs something off the floor and proceeds to persue young Tyrone until you can hear him screaming and crying from the beating he gets. You can hear her shouting inexplictably as he turns towards the other boys as the tape suddenly cuts off. John turns toward the middle son and lowers his head, facing the floor.
"You see, it was Linda herself that did all of that to you. I know I wasn't perfect, but I cared about you guys deeply." John explains. "I hid that video camera in the room to catch her in the action. I didn't want to lose you guys, but I didn't have much of a choice. Even if I was to win a custody battle, I wouldn't be able to take care of you guys. I mean, look at this place. I'm barely able to provide for myself, much less three boys. That's why I willingly gave you guys up. I thought you would be able to find better homes and finally get the lives you all deserved."
Tyrone can only sit in silence and amazement as he sits there, trying to process and think about what he all saw and what was said by John. Tyrone holds his head tightly and shakes it furiously, trying to make sense of everything.
So John was telling the truth! Twenty years of pain and torment and I've been after the wrong person. I can't believe it's been Linda the whole time. It makes me wonder why I thought someone that was nurturing and loving could be that much of a wench. It just makes no sense.
"I-- I just don't know what to say, John." Tyrone stammers. "Twenty years of pent up anger and hatred for you and I've been chasing the wrong person the whole time. I--- I'm sorry. I am ashamed of myself. I should have looked into this a little bit more before I jumped to accusations."
John can just nod his head in silence as he reaches up and wipes off a little bit more blood, mostly dried, off of his lip and stares at his blood soaked hand. He laughs softly and looks up to Tyrone and his wife and shakes his head.
"That was quite a punch you threw at me back there, Ty." John laughs. "What are you, a boxer?"
Tyrone laughs for the first time in a while and shakes his head slowly, a smile appearing on his face. Cassie looks up at her husband and sees the light in his eyes for the first time in weeks. Cassie actually chimes in for the first time in this conversation, her soft, feathery voice resonating.
"He is a wrestler, Mr. Barnes. He is in a federation called Pure Class Wrestling. He is probably one of the most talented wrestlers you will ever see in the squared circle."
John nods his head and smiles a toothy smile as he closes his eyes, apparentely having a little bit of a flashback.
"Wrestling eh? I remember when you three used to imitate some of the greatest wrestlers of all time: Hulk Hogan, Randy Savage, Sting, Ultimate Warrior. You would have full fledged wrestling matches in your rooms. I remember you saying you wanted to grow up to be a professional wrestler. I'm really glad you got to live out your dream, Ty." John smiles as he gets up from his broken chair and walks toward the kitchen and grabs a couple of beers from the fridge, handing one to Tyrone and Cassie before taking one for himself.
"Don't worry. I don't drink much anymore. I've really cut back from what I used to do." John explains. "So wrestling? What is going on in your neck of the woods. I don't have cable or anything, so I can't really catch up with what's going on."
Tyrone nods his head and he opens up his beer, taking a couple of small sips off of it as he sets the bottle on the side of the couch.
"I'm going to be leaving for the show tomorrow. I have a match against a return Johnny Vivacious. I have had my ups and downs in my career, even if I am a Hall of Famer. Every single person in this federation has a chance to win or lose or anytime and is fully capable, or else they wouldn't be there. It's going to be a gruelling match, especially if I make the match last a long time. Longer matches is Johnny's forte. It's an endurance test, but if I am to win in this business, it's got to be difficult."
John nods and takes a huge gulp of his beer as he sets it down on the coffee table in front of him and turns toward the lovely duo.
"Do you think you have a chance to win, my boy?" John asks curiously.
"Of course I do, John. Anyone can win at anytime, and I may be a little older. I've never faced Johnny Vivacious, but it's a new day and a new time. I think I finally got the confidence I need to win this match and start my climb up the ladder again."
But really Tyrone, is it going to be that easy? You are brimming with confidence, sure, but can you REALLY do it?
John picks up his beer and takes another sip as The Crazy One looks at his wife, who leans over and whispers something in his ear. Tyrone shoots Cassie a look, but she holds her composure, lightly gesturing her head toward Tyrone's biological father. Tyrone can only sigh as he turns back to John.
"How would you like to go to the show first hand, John? Watch your flesh and blood wrestle for the first time?" Crazy Boy asks John, whose ears perk up from the offer.
John sits there, rubbing his chin comtemplatingly, as he takes another sip from his bottle of beer and shakes his head slowly.
"I can't.. I couldn't intrude with your work and personal life, Ty. It's a nice gesture, but I can't do it."
Cassie again speaks up, being exceptionally quiet this whole time.
"But we insist, John. It would be good to catch up on old times. It would be nice to see your son in action, wouldn't it? C'mon, it would be nice to get out of this dingy house once in a while, eh? Take your mind off of everything and come out and just enjoy some action."
John just shrugs his shoulders and nods his head, emphatically accepting the offer.
"Okay, you got me. You're lucky to have a beautiful woman like that, Ty. How can I say no to that?" John laughs as he takes a huge swig of his beer and throws the bottle away in the trash can next to him. "Why don't you guys stay here tonight? I'll make dinner and everything, try to catch up on some lost time. How does that sound?"
Tyrone nods his head and gets up to excuse himself to the restroom. As he is in there, all kinds of emotional thoughts come pouring into his head, like a wave from an ocean.
I can't believe after all this time, I'm going to be making up with my father. My father wasn't the one that made my life a living hell, after all this time. He was just a caring father that did what was best for his sons. I have to respect him for that..
But now I HAVE to win at Trauma 222. I have to, for the sake of John. He's coming to watch me, and I cannot let him down. It's not going to be easy, but I have a new determination and confidence that I have never had before. I can do this. I can win this match and climb the ladder.
And when I do, when I have my hand held high in the air, I know that I did it from sheer determination and will power. That is what is going to get me through this. And after I win the match and leave the arena, I'm going to be going on a new search. I know what I have to do....
I'm coming for you... mom!
John sidesteps past Tyrone and walks past him, walking into the house as he turns around toward The Crazy One, motioning him to come inside the house. Tyrone glances over his shoulder and takes a look at Cassie, who just shrugs her shoulders and motions Tyrone back in the house. Tyrone growls and begrudgingly shuffles his feet back inside toward the living room. John is looking through a cabinet on the entertainment center as the Crazy One takes a seat on the musty old couch and looks around, trying to figure out what is going on.
"What are you doing here anyway, John? When I talked to the locals, they said noone's lived here for a few months. They said you moved to Miami." Tyrone explains as he seems to be a little bit calmer, yet confused about the whole situation. While he is sitting there, waiting for a response, his thoughts come flooding to him again.
The guy is a damn liar. There is no way mom did that to us. He's just trying to hide the fact that he is an abusive, alcoholic bastard.
"Well, yeah, I was in Miami. Didn't work out with my new life down there. Ran out of money, new wife ran out on me, now I'm back here to hell. Got nowhere else to go." John says, sighing the whole way as he pulls out a video tape from one of the drawers of the entertainment center and turns around towards his son.
Why are you looking at me like that? What is this? It's taking all I have not to punch your damn teeth down your throat.
"Tyrone. This tape is what I showed DHS when they came to pick up Tommy and Carlos. You were already adopted by then, so you wasn't able to see it. This will explain everything to you." John says as he walks over to the VCR and turns on the TV, static filling the screen before he pops the tape into the player and presses play on it. John takes a seat in a broken down recliner as a grainy image appears.
The Crazy One sighs but stares at the TV as some screaming and yelling appear on the screen, with a woman standing in the bedroom that Tyrone and his brothers stayed in, yelling and throwing miscellaneous items, one of them hitting Tommy in the face. You can hear a young Tyrone screaming and cowering with fear as Linda grabs something off the floor and proceeds to persue young Tyrone until you can hear him screaming and crying from the beating he gets. You can hear her shouting inexplictably as he turns towards the other boys as the tape suddenly cuts off. John turns toward the middle son and lowers his head, facing the floor.
"You see, it was Linda herself that did all of that to you. I know I wasn't perfect, but I cared about you guys deeply." John explains. "I hid that video camera in the room to catch her in the action. I didn't want to lose you guys, but I didn't have much of a choice. Even if I was to win a custody battle, I wouldn't be able to take care of you guys. I mean, look at this place. I'm barely able to provide for myself, much less three boys. That's why I willingly gave you guys up. I thought you would be able to find better homes and finally get the lives you all deserved."
Tyrone can only sit in silence and amazement as he sits there, trying to process and think about what he all saw and what was said by John. Tyrone holds his head tightly and shakes it furiously, trying to make sense of everything.
So John was telling the truth! Twenty years of pain and torment and I've been after the wrong person. I can't believe it's been Linda the whole time. It makes me wonder why I thought someone that was nurturing and loving could be that much of a wench. It just makes no sense.
"I-- I just don't know what to say, John." Tyrone stammers. "Twenty years of pent up anger and hatred for you and I've been chasing the wrong person the whole time. I--- I'm sorry. I am ashamed of myself. I should have looked into this a little bit more before I jumped to accusations."
John can just nod his head in silence as he reaches up and wipes off a little bit more blood, mostly dried, off of his lip and stares at his blood soaked hand. He laughs softly and looks up to Tyrone and his wife and shakes his head.
"That was quite a punch you threw at me back there, Ty." John laughs. "What are you, a boxer?"
Tyrone laughs for the first time in a while and shakes his head slowly, a smile appearing on his face. Cassie looks up at her husband and sees the light in his eyes for the first time in weeks. Cassie actually chimes in for the first time in this conversation, her soft, feathery voice resonating.
"He is a wrestler, Mr. Barnes. He is in a federation called Pure Class Wrestling. He is probably one of the most talented wrestlers you will ever see in the squared circle."
John nods his head and smiles a toothy smile as he closes his eyes, apparentely having a little bit of a flashback.
"Wrestling eh? I remember when you three used to imitate some of the greatest wrestlers of all time: Hulk Hogan, Randy Savage, Sting, Ultimate Warrior. You would have full fledged wrestling matches in your rooms. I remember you saying you wanted to grow up to be a professional wrestler. I'm really glad you got to live out your dream, Ty." John smiles as he gets up from his broken chair and walks toward the kitchen and grabs a couple of beers from the fridge, handing one to Tyrone and Cassie before taking one for himself.
"Don't worry. I don't drink much anymore. I've really cut back from what I used to do." John explains. "So wrestling? What is going on in your neck of the woods. I don't have cable or anything, so I can't really catch up with what's going on."
Tyrone nods his head and he opens up his beer, taking a couple of small sips off of it as he sets the bottle on the side of the couch.
"I'm going to be leaving for the show tomorrow. I have a match against a return Johnny Vivacious. I have had my ups and downs in my career, even if I am a Hall of Famer. Every single person in this federation has a chance to win or lose or anytime and is fully capable, or else they wouldn't be there. It's going to be a gruelling match, especially if I make the match last a long time. Longer matches is Johnny's forte. It's an endurance test, but if I am to win in this business, it's got to be difficult."
John nods and takes a huge gulp of his beer as he sets it down on the coffee table in front of him and turns toward the lovely duo.
"Do you think you have a chance to win, my boy?" John asks curiously.
"Of course I do, John. Anyone can win at anytime, and I may be a little older. I've never faced Johnny Vivacious, but it's a new day and a new time. I think I finally got the confidence I need to win this match and start my climb up the ladder again."
But really Tyrone, is it going to be that easy? You are brimming with confidence, sure, but can you REALLY do it?
John picks up his beer and takes another sip as The Crazy One looks at his wife, who leans over and whispers something in his ear. Tyrone shoots Cassie a look, but she holds her composure, lightly gesturing her head toward Tyrone's biological father. Tyrone can only sigh as he turns back to John.
"How would you like to go to the show first hand, John? Watch your flesh and blood wrestle for the first time?" Crazy Boy asks John, whose ears perk up from the offer.
John sits there, rubbing his chin comtemplatingly, as he takes another sip from his bottle of beer and shakes his head slowly.
"I can't.. I couldn't intrude with your work and personal life, Ty. It's a nice gesture, but I can't do it."
Cassie again speaks up, being exceptionally quiet this whole time.
"But we insist, John. It would be good to catch up on old times. It would be nice to see your son in action, wouldn't it? C'mon, it would be nice to get out of this dingy house once in a while, eh? Take your mind off of everything and come out and just enjoy some action."
John just shrugs his shoulders and nods his head, emphatically accepting the offer.
"Okay, you got me. You're lucky to have a beautiful woman like that, Ty. How can I say no to that?" John laughs as he takes a huge swig of his beer and throws the bottle away in the trash can next to him. "Why don't you guys stay here tonight? I'll make dinner and everything, try to catch up on some lost time. How does that sound?"
Tyrone nods his head and gets up to excuse himself to the restroom. As he is in there, all kinds of emotional thoughts come pouring into his head, like a wave from an ocean.
I can't believe after all this time, I'm going to be making up with my father. My father wasn't the one that made my life a living hell, after all this time. He was just a caring father that did what was best for his sons. I have to respect him for that..
But now I HAVE to win at Trauma 222. I have to, for the sake of John. He's coming to watch me, and I cannot let him down. It's not going to be easy, but I have a new determination and confidence that I have never had before. I can do this. I can win this match and climb the ladder.
And when I do, when I have my hand held high in the air, I know that I did it from sheer determination and will power. That is what is going to get me through this. And after I win the match and leave the arena, I'm going to be going on a new search. I know what I have to do....
I'm coming for you... mom!
