Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2014 6:29:30 GMT -5
October 2nd, 2014: 11:44 AM. Axel Thornstowe is in his living room, watching television, when the phone rings. He answers the phone.
'Hello?'
'Yeah, who's this?'
'Am I talking to a Mr. Thornstowe right now?'
'Depends on who's asking.'
'I knew you roughly 5 years ago. I used to work with your dad.'
'Yeah? Well sorry, buddy. I don't want to be involved in your stupid drug deals. I'm past that stage in life.'
'So am I. This isn't about drugs.'
'Well what the is it about?'
'You knew my daughter, correct?'
'I can't remember, I was 21.'
'Well, you dated her, to my knowledge.'
'Sorry, who are you?'
'My name is Jonathan Carlisle. You dated my daughter, Candice.
'Candice... Candice... Doesn't ring any bells.'
'She was 18 when you dated. She had blonde hair, and she was about 5' 2.'
'Holy . Yeah, I remember your daughter. But why the hell are you asking me this?'
'Well, son. When we moved to Baltimore, you didn't realise something. And neither did we.'
'What?'
'You got my daughter pregnant. You have a son.'
'Bullcrap. I didn't get her pregnant. I made sure it was safe.'
'Well, we can send you a picture of him if you like.'
'Go on...'
Axel receives a picture in his messages. It's a 5 year old little boy.
'What is this supposed to do?'
'Look at him, son. Who does he look like to you?'
'I don't ing know, he's a toddler.'
'He looks an awful lot like you, don't you think?'
'No.'
'*sighs.* Look. If you don't believe he's your son, come to Baltimore this Sunday. We'll run a DNA test on you.'
'Why the hell would I do that?'
'DO YOU REALISE WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO THE LIVES OF MY DAUGHTER AND HER SON? WHEN HE SAYS 'WHERES MY DADDY?' WHAT THE WAS I SUPPOSED TO SAY? IN A CRACK HOUSE? A STRIP CLUB? ARRESTED?'
'If this kid means so ing much to you, why are you only just getting in touch with me?'
'Because we couldn't get a hold of you. You don't have any ing record of anything because your parents were both cracked out of their minds, and they couldn't be bothered to take you to a doctors office or a dentists. And hell, you're probably a junkie, too,'
'My parents may have been smack addicts. My dad may have been a murderer. But I'm far from it. You don't know me. I haven't touched drugs since I was 14. And even then, I tried weed once with a friend. I hated it and threw it down. You're nobody to judge me. How about I judge you, huh? You used to be a ing drug dealer. You may have killed a guy.'
'Listen. Come to Baltimore. I'll let you talk to Candice. You and her can sort things out, and you can take a DNA test.'
'Look. I don't have any life suitable for a small child like him. I live in an apartment. I'm a professional wrestler. I lived in my car for 6 months.'
'Oh don't give me that crap, kid. I know you're alright for a few dollars.'
'I can look after myself. That's all. The kids better off with you.'
'Even if you only see him once, we want him to know what his dad looks like. We want him to have the memory of what his dad looks like.'
'What's in this for me? I don't know this kid. He's probably not even mine.'
'Suit yourself, you stubborn little bastard. Don't see your kid, then.'
The phone hangs up.
'Oh, .' Remarks Axel.
Axel picks up the phone again, and re-dials the number.
*beep*
*beep*
*beep*
'Hello?'
'Alright, listen. I'll come to Baltimore. On one condition. If this kid isn't mine, you leave me the alone and stay out of my business.'
'Axel? I- is that you?'
'Yeah, who's this?'
'Candice.'
'Oh my god....'
'Do you want to see your son, Axel?'
'I.... I'm not sure.'
'He wants to see you.'
Candice requests to video chat with Axel. Axel accepts. A little boy is shown playing with some wrestling dolls on the floor. One of the dolls is of Axel Thornstowe.
'Is he playing with my action figure?'
'Yes. That ones his favourite. He loves wrestling, Axel.'
'I have that same doll, right here on my shelf.'
'Do you wanna talk to him?'
'I don't know if I should...'
'Go on. You'll make his day.'
'Well, alright.'
'Hey there, buddy.'
'Seth, look at the computer!'
'Mommy! It's Axel from wrestling!'
'I know! Isn't it amazing?'
'I love your wrestling moves Axel.'
'Haha. Thanks. You know, Seth. I have a question for you.'
'What?'
'How would you like to meet me tomorrow?'
'REALLY?!! REALLY?!!!!'
'Yeah! Really.'
'Mommy can I meet him, please.'
'Of course you can, honey.'
'Oh wow! Thank you Mr. Thornstowe!'
'No problem, Seth.'
Candice puts Seth back on the floor to play. She sits to the computer.
'Now look here, Candice. This doesn't mean we're getting back together. You broke my ing heart. I'm warning you right now, if you try any crap, I'm out of there.'
'I have a boyfriend Axel.'
'Well, why can't he be the kids dad?'
'We started dating last week.'
'.'
'Well, see you tomorrow?'
'I guess..'
Axel hangs up the call.
'What the did I just do? No. I didn't just agree. them. He's not my son, and she's in my past. I'm not gonna go all the way to Baltimore to see a kid that most likely isn't even mine. And she's out of her mind if she thinks I'm going to see her. I'm gonna stay right here, and I'm gonna watch TV, by myself, with no kids, no bitchy girlfriend, just me, food, and my TV. And no one around here will know about any of this. her, I'm not paying child support.
A knock is heard at the door. Axel answers it.
'Oh, hi Lloyd.'
'Hi Axel. So, what's all this stuff I'm hearing about you having a son?'
'Wait, you know?'
'Everyone knows, dude. It's all over the internet.'
'crap. What the am I gonna do now?'
'I guess you'll have to see the kid...'
'He's probably not even my son.'
'He looks an awful lot like you..'
'Listen. That kid is not mine. I did not get Candice pregnant back in 09. I can say that as a true fact.'
'If you wanna believe that, then you believe it... But apparently, she's spoken to WFWF personnel. And they're saying it's bad rep for the company if you don't see this kid, and that it encourages being a bad father.'
'ARE YOU ING KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW?! She can't just tell me I've got a bastard son, but now she's telling everyone I work with. That's it. I'm done. I'm ing done. Guess I don't have a choice....'
'It looks that way. Bye, Ax.'
'Yeah, bye.'
The door closes. Axel Thornstowe goes upstairs, and lays down on his bed.
'Hello?'
'Yeah, who's this?'
'Am I talking to a Mr. Thornstowe right now?'
'Depends on who's asking.'
'I knew you roughly 5 years ago. I used to work with your dad.'
'Yeah? Well sorry, buddy. I don't want to be involved in your stupid drug deals. I'm past that stage in life.'
'So am I. This isn't about drugs.'
'Well what the is it about?'
'You knew my daughter, correct?'
'I can't remember, I was 21.'
'Well, you dated her, to my knowledge.'
'Sorry, who are you?'
'My name is Jonathan Carlisle. You dated my daughter, Candice.
'Candice... Candice... Doesn't ring any bells.'
'She was 18 when you dated. She had blonde hair, and she was about 5' 2.'
'Holy . Yeah, I remember your daughter. But why the hell are you asking me this?'
'Well, son. When we moved to Baltimore, you didn't realise something. And neither did we.'
'What?'
'You got my daughter pregnant. You have a son.'
'Bullcrap. I didn't get her pregnant. I made sure it was safe.'
'Well, we can send you a picture of him if you like.'
'Go on...'
Axel receives a picture in his messages. It's a 5 year old little boy.
'What is this supposed to do?'
'Look at him, son. Who does he look like to you?'
'I don't ing know, he's a toddler.'
'He looks an awful lot like you, don't you think?'
'No.'
'*sighs.* Look. If you don't believe he's your son, come to Baltimore this Sunday. We'll run a DNA test on you.'
'Why the hell would I do that?'
'DO YOU REALISE WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO THE LIVES OF MY DAUGHTER AND HER SON? WHEN HE SAYS 'WHERES MY DADDY?' WHAT THE WAS I SUPPOSED TO SAY? IN A CRACK HOUSE? A STRIP CLUB? ARRESTED?'
'If this kid means so ing much to you, why are you only just getting in touch with me?'
'Because we couldn't get a hold of you. You don't have any ing record of anything because your parents were both cracked out of their minds, and they couldn't be bothered to take you to a doctors office or a dentists. And hell, you're probably a junkie, too,'
'My parents may have been smack addicts. My dad may have been a murderer. But I'm far from it. You don't know me. I haven't touched drugs since I was 14. And even then, I tried weed once with a friend. I hated it and threw it down. You're nobody to judge me. How about I judge you, huh? You used to be a ing drug dealer. You may have killed a guy.'
'Listen. Come to Baltimore. I'll let you talk to Candice. You and her can sort things out, and you can take a DNA test.'
'Look. I don't have any life suitable for a small child like him. I live in an apartment. I'm a professional wrestler. I lived in my car for 6 months.'
'Oh don't give me that crap, kid. I know you're alright for a few dollars.'
'I can look after myself. That's all. The kids better off with you.'
'Even if you only see him once, we want him to know what his dad looks like. We want him to have the memory of what his dad looks like.'
'What's in this for me? I don't know this kid. He's probably not even mine.'
'Suit yourself, you stubborn little bastard. Don't see your kid, then.'
The phone hangs up.
'Oh, .' Remarks Axel.
Axel picks up the phone again, and re-dials the number.
*beep*
*beep*
*beep*
'Hello?'
'Alright, listen. I'll come to Baltimore. On one condition. If this kid isn't mine, you leave me the alone and stay out of my business.'
'Axel? I- is that you?'
'Yeah, who's this?'
'Candice.'
'Oh my god....'
'Do you want to see your son, Axel?'
'I.... I'm not sure.'
'He wants to see you.'
Candice requests to video chat with Axel. Axel accepts. A little boy is shown playing with some wrestling dolls on the floor. One of the dolls is of Axel Thornstowe.
'Is he playing with my action figure?'
'Yes. That ones his favourite. He loves wrestling, Axel.'
'I have that same doll, right here on my shelf.'
'Do you wanna talk to him?'
'I don't know if I should...'
'Go on. You'll make his day.'
'Well, alright.'
'Hey there, buddy.'
'Seth, look at the computer!'
'Mommy! It's Axel from wrestling!'
'I know! Isn't it amazing?'
'I love your wrestling moves Axel.'
'Haha. Thanks. You know, Seth. I have a question for you.'
'What?'
'How would you like to meet me tomorrow?'
'REALLY?!! REALLY?!!!!'
'Yeah! Really.'
'Mommy can I meet him, please.'
'Of course you can, honey.'
'Oh wow! Thank you Mr. Thornstowe!'
'No problem, Seth.'
Candice puts Seth back on the floor to play. She sits to the computer.
'Now look here, Candice. This doesn't mean we're getting back together. You broke my ing heart. I'm warning you right now, if you try any crap, I'm out of there.'
'I have a boyfriend Axel.'
'Well, why can't he be the kids dad?'
'We started dating last week.'
'.'
'Well, see you tomorrow?'
'I guess..'
Axel hangs up the call.
'What the did I just do? No. I didn't just agree. them. He's not my son, and she's in my past. I'm not gonna go all the way to Baltimore to see a kid that most likely isn't even mine. And she's out of her mind if she thinks I'm going to see her. I'm gonna stay right here, and I'm gonna watch TV, by myself, with no kids, no bitchy girlfriend, just me, food, and my TV. And no one around here will know about any of this. her, I'm not paying child support.
A knock is heard at the door. Axel answers it.
'Oh, hi Lloyd.'
'Hi Axel. So, what's all this stuff I'm hearing about you having a son?'
'Wait, you know?'
'Everyone knows, dude. It's all over the internet.'
'crap. What the am I gonna do now?'
'I guess you'll have to see the kid...'
'He's probably not even my son.'
'He looks an awful lot like you..'
'Listen. That kid is not mine. I did not get Candice pregnant back in 09. I can say that as a true fact.'
'If you wanna believe that, then you believe it... But apparently, she's spoken to WFWF personnel. And they're saying it's bad rep for the company if you don't see this kid, and that it encourages being a bad father.'
'ARE YOU ING KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW?! She can't just tell me I've got a bastard son, but now she's telling everyone I work with. That's it. I'm done. I'm ing done. Guess I don't have a choice....'
'It looks that way. Bye, Ax.'
'Yeah, bye.'
The door closes. Axel Thornstowe goes upstairs, and lays down on his bed.