[Felix Foley watches as his mother leaves the room. His emotions are running high. Every thought and feeling he’d buried for the last twenty years comes rushing back at breakneck pace.]
[Doom stands behind him silently.]
“I remember one of the first times my pop told me off. I can’t quite remember what I did, but when he found out, he made me sit on the naughty step.”
[Felix stands up and grabs a photograph, looking at it.]
“He told me calmly to sit there and think about what I’d done. I was only young – maybe four or five? And at that age, you just don’t have the attention span to sit still for any period of time.”
[He smiles.]
“When my pop came back to make sure I hadn’t moved a muscle, I was at the top of the stairs, playing with my toy trucks.”
[With the photograph in hand, Foley walks to the steps and looks up them. Doom watches him from the doorway.]
“I remember this because of what followed.”
[He takes a deep breath.]
“My father stormed up the stairs, grabbed me by the neck and tossed me down them. It was the first time he’d ever hurt me. It was the first time I’d ever seen that side of him.”
[Foley takes a seat on the steps.]
“He said I needed discipline. He said I needed to learn a lesson. A trip to the hospital because I ‘fell’ was the first in a long line of lessons he’d teach me. I always remembered that day because somewhere in my mind I thought that was the reason why he abused me. I thought that climbing the stairs and lacking discipline was the reason why he spent my entire young life beating the holy heck out of me.”
[He shakes his head.]
“But now I know otherwise, don’t I?”
[Doom watches, not saying a word.]
“Men who preach about discipline are usually the most ill-disciplined, did you know that? It’s a buzz word. A key word. It’s something they expect of others whilst deluding themselves into believing they’re the poster boy for it. My pop was the same – but if he had any discipline, he wouldn’t have let his temper get the best of him, would he?”
“And if you had any discipline, Master Ken – you’d win your fair share of matches. As it turns out, you’re a lot like my daddy.”
[Foley stands up and grimaces.]
“I can’t teach him a lesson in discipline. That time has long passed. But you? I can teach you a lesson, buddy. We’re the OSW Tag Team Champions and you don’t overcome three teams at Attitude without discipline.”
“Despite what my pop thought, I have plenty of it.”
“I received plenty of it.”
“Now it’s your turn.”