Copyright: I do not own any aspect of The Fighter… though, I do wish I had some part of Marky Mark…. ;)
I know it's a little far fetched to do a fictional story for The Fighter since it's based on a true story and all. But I absolutely loved the movie and had an idea for a story. It's a little detailed and kind of out there, but I hope I don't get too much criticism. But this is the place to go to post all of your random ideas, right? (: Anyway, the story is about mainly about Dicky and his life and love after the movie ended. I'm counting this chapter as an introduction. The story will come along after this chapter which might be kind of short considering it's an intro and I'm on a bit of a time limit. So without further adieu, I present to you the intro… enjoy (:
Her bright smile shines through the old television set, illuminating the dark family room. The home videos I watch bring back all sorts of memories in an overwhelming flood—I see my younger brother training for a match. He still had a head full of hair and a determined look on his face. I see my mother, alive and trying to take charge of her nine adult children's lives, which she unfailingly succeeded at many times. I see each of my children in their early years when they still needed me to hold their hands and tie their shoes.
But the person I see the most is my late wife who I gave the past twenty-seven years of my life to. And regardless of the trouble or the hardships we faced, I don't regret a second of it. She was the strangest, craziest, most overbearing woman I've met in my entire life. And I loved her more than anything. Understanding, gentle, and kind, she saw through my past and gave me a future.
These videos that I filmed over the past couple of decades bring me back to a happier time. The sun seemed to shine brighter, the people seemed to smile bigger, and this old town seemed to have more energy and togetherness. I would do nearly anything to rewind time and relive the past twenty-something years the exact same way I did the first time—but with a happier ending. Because now, all I feel is pain.
I turn off the videos that seem almost ancient to me and sit in the dark room. I glance at the clock—it's 3:42 a.m. I close my sixty year old eyes and take myself back to a time when my life seemed to be perfect….
Well, that's the intro! I told you it would probably be short, but I hope it went well… If you're like me and looked in The Fighter section hoping to find a story, please leave a review telling me what you think so far… even though there's not much to review yet. I'll update soon (if my schedule allows it). Thanks (: