"No Father of the Year"
Feb 18, 2022 23:55:44 GMT -5
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Post by Jesse Jamester on Feb 18, 2022 23:55:44 GMT -5
“Julius–”
“STOP!” yells Julius as he stops dead at one end of the hallway, his father at the opposite end.
Head tilting to the side, back to his father as the two stand there in silence for a moment. Only their breathing was noticeable before Julius cocked his head back towards the door in front of him.
“You broke your promise,” slides from his lips with clenched teeth holding bath the seething anger the young man attempted to control. Emotions at an all time high and for good reason. Julius was one victory from a chance at the Cruiserweight Cup guaranteed spot. It was the distraction ringside between Jesse and Timeless that gave Jay Stevens his opportunity. A blink of the eye, and Stevens was able to seize the victory and become one of two of the semi-final spots.
“All I wanted was for you to trust me and let me do it on my own. Win, lose, whatever… I wanted it to be on my terms,” states Julius as he begins to step forward towards the door in front of him.
“Timeless is not your friend!” booms Jesse’s voice down the hallway and throughout the house. Julius turns around and looks him dead in the eyes.
“What do you know about friends dad?! Your friends are people who are devoted to you from things you did 20 years ago! I haven’t seen a person in or out of this house since I arrived here. I may be your son, but I’m not like you… I don’t want to be alone forever–” spitting venom with his words, Julius stops himself as he sees his dad’s jaw clench and his eyes narrow as they stare a hole through the Calgary son.
“Maybe this is the life you want to live, but I have a whole world to explore and people to meet. I refuse to do it from the shadows of my own father,” blurts Julius, who’s eyes sink to the floor.
The words hung in the silence between father and son. A long awkward silence in the hallway, of all places. Julius finally let it out. How he felt like the tag along to his dad, and what everyone used against him in NPW. Little by little, it had chipped away at him, until he couldn’t take it any longer.
“I told you this wouldn’t be easy. I swore you would want to quit because of THIS exact reason. You knew what you signed up for, kid. I didn’t force you to come here. You chose to,” states matter-of-factly does the Canadian Nightmare. It was an unusual look for the the Murder Lizard to be so coy with someone he cared about, but he was hurt by the previous words of his son. Masking it with his own pride and stubbornness, not letting Julius see that it bothered him.
A poker face that told no tells, Jesse’s eyes worked their way back up to Julius’.
“I’m not going to ever be father-of-the-year, I just aint eh,” Jesse begins to say when the phone rings in the other room.
Ringgggg.
Ringgggg.
Ringgggg.
A pause of time as the two stand like statues as the ringing grows louder. Finally, Jesse turns around and goes to answer.
“Uh, hello—” answers the champ, and the voice on the other end begins to rattle off to him something that requires him writing it down. Reaching for a piece of paper and pen, Jesse drags the corded phone around the kitchen table and chairs as he seeks out a pen.
SLAM!!!
The hallway echoes the noise of another door slam, as Jesse rolls his eyes and finally locates a pen.
“Yeah. I got it. Thanks,” mutters Jesse as he writes it down on the back of an opened envelope on the table and hastily hangs up the phone.
Heading towards the hallway again, Jesse begins to turn to go down it when Julius bumps right into him. Carrying a large navy blue luggage carry on bag, Jesse glances at it before his face contorts into a question, without saying it.
“Don’t even say it,” states Julius as he shakes his head. “I’m not staying here tonight. I need to think about things.”
Brushing a shoulder into his father, Julius pushes past him and reaches for the front door handle.
“Can I at least tell you why I came out?” asks Jesse with a touch of sincerity in his voice as he clears his throat after.
Shaking his bleach blonde head, Julius shrugs as he puts his back to the door and nods.
“Go for it. This should be good,” matter-of-factly says the Calgary son.
Hands animated, Jesse begins to defend his reasoning.
“Look, I’m not saying I didn’t break my promise, okay? I know I should have stayed out of your business. I could tell when you asked me to let you do this Cruiserweight Cup on your own, that you wanted to prove something. I didn’t come out there to interfere and cost you the match son, hell, I thought Timeless was coming out to do something to put you back on the shelf again. I fucked it up okay? Is that what you want from me?” explains JJ, as he stands there with his hands up, unsure of what to do.
Shaking his head ever so slightly, Julius looks at him with disappointment.
“I don’t care why you did it - you still did it. I need to be my own man. If I have you covering my back all the time, I’ll never get the respect I work my ass off for,” replies Julius as he begins to turn.
“It’s not a forever thing, it’s just until Honor passes. You need to focus on your match with Ronnie Long anyway. Us fighting is only going to be a distraction you don’t need. So go do what you do, and I’ll see you when it’s over. We’ll talk then,” he says before turning and exiting the front door immediately.
No goodbye, no ‘I love you’, just a cold Irish goodbye from his own blood. Julius was hurt by his father’s actions. Whether they were done with good intentions, didn’t matter to the Calgary son this time… a promise is a promise, and you don’t break those without losing something in the process.
“STOP!” yells Julius as he stops dead at one end of the hallway, his father at the opposite end.
Head tilting to the side, back to his father as the two stand there in silence for a moment. Only their breathing was noticeable before Julius cocked his head back towards the door in front of him.
“You broke your promise,” slides from his lips with clenched teeth holding bath the seething anger the young man attempted to control. Emotions at an all time high and for good reason. Julius was one victory from a chance at the Cruiserweight Cup guaranteed spot. It was the distraction ringside between Jesse and Timeless that gave Jay Stevens his opportunity. A blink of the eye, and Stevens was able to seize the victory and become one of two of the semi-final spots.
“All I wanted was for you to trust me and let me do it on my own. Win, lose, whatever… I wanted it to be on my terms,” states Julius as he begins to step forward towards the door in front of him.
“Timeless is not your friend!” booms Jesse’s voice down the hallway and throughout the house. Julius turns around and looks him dead in the eyes.
“What do you know about friends dad?! Your friends are people who are devoted to you from things you did 20 years ago! I haven’t seen a person in or out of this house since I arrived here. I may be your son, but I’m not like you… I don’t want to be alone forever–” spitting venom with his words, Julius stops himself as he sees his dad’s jaw clench and his eyes narrow as they stare a hole through the Calgary son.
“Maybe this is the life you want to live, but I have a whole world to explore and people to meet. I refuse to do it from the shadows of my own father,” blurts Julius, who’s eyes sink to the floor.
The words hung in the silence between father and son. A long awkward silence in the hallway, of all places. Julius finally let it out. How he felt like the tag along to his dad, and what everyone used against him in NPW. Little by little, it had chipped away at him, until he couldn’t take it any longer.
“I told you this wouldn’t be easy. I swore you would want to quit because of THIS exact reason. You knew what you signed up for, kid. I didn’t force you to come here. You chose to,” states matter-of-factly does the Canadian Nightmare. It was an unusual look for the the Murder Lizard to be so coy with someone he cared about, but he was hurt by the previous words of his son. Masking it with his own pride and stubbornness, not letting Julius see that it bothered him.
A poker face that told no tells, Jesse’s eyes worked their way back up to Julius’.
“I’m not going to ever be father-of-the-year, I just aint eh,” Jesse begins to say when the phone rings in the other room.
Ringgggg.
Ringgggg.
Ringgggg.
A pause of time as the two stand like statues as the ringing grows louder. Finally, Jesse turns around and goes to answer.
“Uh, hello—” answers the champ, and the voice on the other end begins to rattle off to him something that requires him writing it down. Reaching for a piece of paper and pen, Jesse drags the corded phone around the kitchen table and chairs as he seeks out a pen.
SLAM!!!
The hallway echoes the noise of another door slam, as Jesse rolls his eyes and finally locates a pen.
“Yeah. I got it. Thanks,” mutters Jesse as he writes it down on the back of an opened envelope on the table and hastily hangs up the phone.
Heading towards the hallway again, Jesse begins to turn to go down it when Julius bumps right into him. Carrying a large navy blue luggage carry on bag, Jesse glances at it before his face contorts into a question, without saying it.
“Don’t even say it,” states Julius as he shakes his head. “I’m not staying here tonight. I need to think about things.”
Brushing a shoulder into his father, Julius pushes past him and reaches for the front door handle.
“Can I at least tell you why I came out?” asks Jesse with a touch of sincerity in his voice as he clears his throat after.
Shaking his bleach blonde head, Julius shrugs as he puts his back to the door and nods.
“Go for it. This should be good,” matter-of-factly says the Calgary son.
Hands animated, Jesse begins to defend his reasoning.
“Look, I’m not saying I didn’t break my promise, okay? I know I should have stayed out of your business. I could tell when you asked me to let you do this Cruiserweight Cup on your own, that you wanted to prove something. I didn’t come out there to interfere and cost you the match son, hell, I thought Timeless was coming out to do something to put you back on the shelf again. I fucked it up okay? Is that what you want from me?” explains JJ, as he stands there with his hands up, unsure of what to do.
Shaking his head ever so slightly, Julius looks at him with disappointment.
“I don’t care why you did it - you still did it. I need to be my own man. If I have you covering my back all the time, I’ll never get the respect I work my ass off for,” replies Julius as he begins to turn.
“It’s not a forever thing, it’s just until Honor passes. You need to focus on your match with Ronnie Long anyway. Us fighting is only going to be a distraction you don’t need. So go do what you do, and I’ll see you when it’s over. We’ll talk then,” he says before turning and exiting the front door immediately.
No goodbye, no ‘I love you’, just a cold Irish goodbye from his own blood. Julius was hurt by his father’s actions. Whether they were done with good intentions, didn’t matter to the Calgary son this time… a promise is a promise, and you don’t break those without losing something in the process.
