REAPER SHOULD BE WORRIED

This morning is a bright sunny day. Cassandra and her son Sevyn Destiny are having themselves a workout session in the backyard of their huge beautiful home. The breeze has really picked up over the past hour and that plays in their favor because it is helping to cool them off.



Cassandra is very impressed with Sevyn as of late. He has been trying hard to build some muscle tone to his body. He says he needs to start looking older and more mature for when the girls at his school start to take an interest in him. He does not want to come across as a wimp nor look like one. Sevyn is a tough young boy. He can already take care of himself and Cassandra is so proud of him for that.



They are now having a seat at the table on the back patio and grabbing their towels to wipe the sweat away. They take a drink of cold water from their water bottles, then Sevyn states to her what has been on his mind....besides girls that is.



Sevyn Destiny: Mom?



Cassandra: Yes, what is it?



Sevyn Destiny: How would you feel if I became a wrestler when I’m old enough?



Cassandra: I just knew this question would come sooner or later.


Sevyn Destiny: Well? Answer the question.



She thinks for a moment, then replies with her honest answer.


Cassandra: I wouldn’t mind at all if it was what you really wanted and not what you think me and your Dad would want for you. All I ever want is your happiness and for you to be fulfilled in all aspects of your life. Your father and I have tried as hard as we can to provide for you, and we’ve done an amazing job at it, I know we have. We love you more than you will ever know.



Sevyn Destiny: Do you think Dad would approve of me wanting to wrestle?



Cassandra: Honestly, yes, I think he would love it if you did. Just think for a second. His son carrying on the legacy that he created, taking the wrestling world by storm. When your father came onto the wrestling scene, no one could keep up with him. The wrestling world didn’t know what hit them. Your father has broke down more barriers than anyone can count and has broken glass ceilings over and over again.



Sevyn Destiny: Dad is one of a kind.



Cassandra: That he is and everyone knows it. And if they don’t by now, then they are simple fools.



Sevyn Destiny: When can I start training to wrestle then?



Cassandra has to put the brakes on here!



Cassandra: Whoa, whoa, whoa....Don’t get ahead of yourself young man. A few more years yet for you.



Sevyn Destiny: I can at least start to attend the shows, you know, to get the feel of backstage and stuff.



Cassandra: That you can do.



She gives full credit to her son for being so eager to get a wrestling career started for himself, even though he hasn’t trained for it yet. For anyone to survive in this business, you have to have the passion for it and you have to be one hundred percent all in, otherwise you won’t make it. That is the bottom line.



Cassandra stands up and starts to gather the few things she brought outside with her.



Cassandra: I’m going inside to take a shower. Then we’ll have lunch later.



Sevyn Destiny: Can we order a pizza?



Now Cassandra suddenly gets annoyed a bit at her son.



Cassandra: Sevyn, no. We just had pizza a couple of days ago. I can’t believe you’re even asking me this. I’ve told you and told you, the junk food is only once in a while for a treat. The rest of the time, you’re eating healthy along with me and Dad. You wanna be a great wrestler, here’s the first lesson....EAT HEALTHY ALWAYS.



Sevyn rolls his eyes.



Sevyn Destiny: Alright, alright, I get it. I was just asking. Geez!



Cassandra with a serious expression heads into the house to go take a shower, while Sevyn starts to collect the dumbbells they left on the lawn.





So..... ol’ Reaper is feeling desperate now. He is squirming like a tiny fish who is about to be devoured by the SHARK. I can just feel his nerves on edge as his inferior mind is now filled with fear of losing to me. But.... I’m not one bit surprised. He has brought this all on himself. He has yet to feel the bitter feeling and the deep sting that comes with losing to CASSANDRA.



It is really quite funny actually. Watching Reaper slowly come undone piece by piece. Unravelling under the pressure. Do you know how I know this is happening? Because he is having many thoughts presently about his grandmother and oh how she worked so tirelessly to make him happy with what little they had. This sadness of reminiscing about past memories of his beloved grandmother is weakening him. He is mentally unfocused and that will play in my favor. It is as if Reaper is now yearning for sympathy over not having much in life. To this I say only one thing.....


SO YOU HAD IT HARD.



NO ONE GIVES A SHIT.



CRY ME A FUCKING RIVER.



GET..... OVER..... IT.



Looks as if Reaper lost his BIG BOY PANTS back at the laundromat.



You are nowhere near my level Reaper. And deep down, you know it.



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