Post by Kalidah on Aug 27, 2022 3:45:51 GMT
“Please help me, I’m turning into my father.
“Once upon a time this might have been considered a good thing to me. As a child, my father loved my mother, my siblings and I so much. Everything he did showed us this, from sitting up all night with us when we were ill, to telling us stories and going to great lengths to make us laugh, to dropping whatever he was working on to listen to us and make us feel like we were the most important thing in the world to him. Everything he did, he did for us, so we could have a better life. Most importantly, to me at least, everything he did proved just how much he treasured each and everyone of us.
“But then he lost his treasure.
“My mother and siblings died in a car crash when I was five, and everything changed. Perhaps for my sake more than anything, my father tried to stay stronger. He attempted to go on with our lives as best as he could, but the grief was too much for him to bear. I would later find out he had battled mental illness most of his life, a fact he did his best to shield my siblings and I from. With our mother at his side he had managed to conquer it for a time, but now she was gone and the demons of grief, despair, and madness creeped back in and slowly took my father away from me. I tried to help him, but I was so young. What can you do when the man who once listened to every word you say can’t hear anything but the lies poisoning his mind?
“Years passed by and I witnessed first hand as my father transformed into a different person. He became cruel and power hungry, and while I always felt like he cared for me in his own way, I never felt I was the most important thing in his life anymore. A day came that he did something so heinous I could not stand by and do nothing, so I ran away and swore I would never become like him.
“I found a new family. One I thought cared for me. They trained me how to fight, they showed me how to defend myself. When no one else had my back, they were there for me. It was with their help that I finally accomplished my goals. I became famous. I became successful. With them standing by my side I became World Champion. I also sold out every value I once held dear. Every vow I made, I broke. Friendships I once held dear, I destroyed. I justified all this by saying I was only taking what belonged to me and what was good for me was good for my new family.
“‘When you’re FBC. You’re FBC for life.’ What a pile of shit that proved to be. The moment I was injured and no longer good to them, my new family abandoned me. Everything they taught me was lies! Everything they promised me was just empty words! I sold myself out to them for their acceptance, and for what? They didn’t want me. My former friends found it hard to forgive me.
“I was forced to look hard at myself in the mirror and I didn’t like what I saw anymore. Worse yet, I came to accept one thing, I’m not better than my father. We are both flawed individuals, the difference is where he refused to reach out for help, I’m more than willing to ask for it.”
Red Tiger King stopped talking and looked at the man sitting across the table from him.
“Which is why I came here to see you. Please, I need your help. I don’t want to become like my father. I need your guidance. Help me find balance in my life, so I’m not swallowed up by madness like him. Help me prepare for my return to the ring for Pollo Road, so that I am ready both physically and mentally for the trios. Please, I need to prove to myself I deserve to wear this mask and call myself King.
“Please, Uncle. You might be my only hope.”
Across the table from him, the man nodded and rose to his feet. He reached out and enveloped Red Tiger King’s hand in one of own giant hands before shaking it.
“I am Brute.”
“Once upon a time this might have been considered a good thing to me. As a child, my father loved my mother, my siblings and I so much. Everything he did showed us this, from sitting up all night with us when we were ill, to telling us stories and going to great lengths to make us laugh, to dropping whatever he was working on to listen to us and make us feel like we were the most important thing in the world to him. Everything he did, he did for us, so we could have a better life. Most importantly, to me at least, everything he did proved just how much he treasured each and everyone of us.
“But then he lost his treasure.
“My mother and siblings died in a car crash when I was five, and everything changed. Perhaps for my sake more than anything, my father tried to stay stronger. He attempted to go on with our lives as best as he could, but the grief was too much for him to bear. I would later find out he had battled mental illness most of his life, a fact he did his best to shield my siblings and I from. With our mother at his side he had managed to conquer it for a time, but now she was gone and the demons of grief, despair, and madness creeped back in and slowly took my father away from me. I tried to help him, but I was so young. What can you do when the man who once listened to every word you say can’t hear anything but the lies poisoning his mind?
“Years passed by and I witnessed first hand as my father transformed into a different person. He became cruel and power hungry, and while I always felt like he cared for me in his own way, I never felt I was the most important thing in his life anymore. A day came that he did something so heinous I could not stand by and do nothing, so I ran away and swore I would never become like him.
“I found a new family. One I thought cared for me. They trained me how to fight, they showed me how to defend myself. When no one else had my back, they were there for me. It was with their help that I finally accomplished my goals. I became famous. I became successful. With them standing by my side I became World Champion. I also sold out every value I once held dear. Every vow I made, I broke. Friendships I once held dear, I destroyed. I justified all this by saying I was only taking what belonged to me and what was good for me was good for my new family.
“‘When you’re FBC. You’re FBC for life.’ What a pile of shit that proved to be. The moment I was injured and no longer good to them, my new family abandoned me. Everything they taught me was lies! Everything they promised me was just empty words! I sold myself out to them for their acceptance, and for what? They didn’t want me. My former friends found it hard to forgive me.
“I was forced to look hard at myself in the mirror and I didn’t like what I saw anymore. Worse yet, I came to accept one thing, I’m not better than my father. We are both flawed individuals, the difference is where he refused to reach out for help, I’m more than willing to ask for it.”
Red Tiger King stopped talking and looked at the man sitting across the table from him.
“Which is why I came here to see you. Please, I need your help. I don’t want to become like my father. I need your guidance. Help me find balance in my life, so I’m not swallowed up by madness like him. Help me prepare for my return to the ring for Pollo Road, so that I am ready both physically and mentally for the trios. Please, I need to prove to myself I deserve to wear this mask and call myself King.
“Please, Uncle. You might be my only hope.”
Across the table from him, the man nodded and rose to his feet. He reached out and enveloped Red Tiger King’s hand in one of own giant hands before shaking it.
“I am Brute.”