David Flair sat staring into space as his father lectured him once again. He had grown so tired of his father ragging on him for not following in his footsteps. How can anyone expect to follow in the great Ric Flair's footsteps? David just felt lost with every passing day. He tried his best and still it wasn't enough for Ric. He doubted he could ever live up to what Ric wanted of him. Somehow over the years he had lost who he was and he just didn't know how to get it back now.
Ric droned on and on about his many accomplishments. David felt the air in the room growing thicker. It became harder to breathe and he gasped for air. Ric didn't seem to notice his son struggling to breathe and only broke from his lecture when David rose and began to leave the room. He ignored his father's cries and ran outside to get some much needed air.
David's breath came in short rasps as he tried desperately to feel something....anything. All he wanted to do was to be himself. He had let his father mold him and over the years he had lost his personality. Something had to be done and it had to be done now.
"Where did you think you were going," Ric demanded.
"I'm tired of this," David replied. "This isn't my dream, dad, it's yours. I'm tired of trying to please you. I'm not wrestling anymore. I don't want to be like you. I want to be myself, who ever that is now." With that he walked away from his dumbfounded father.