Jack: crosses arms Why'd you let him run wild, huh?
I look shocked I didn't I told him he was going to get it if he touched my little girl
leans in closer You think telling him he's gonna get "it" would stop him? That kid's got a devil inside him, and you're just turning a blind eye.
he does good in school and he’s very active so I want him to play some sports
rolls eyes Sports? Yeah, right. More like another excuse for him to blow off steam and cause trouble. sighs heavily
snorts Oh, trust me, I've got my hands full with that kid. Always getting into trouble, always pushing the limits.
well you have to put him in some activity so he can channel his energy
rolls up sleeves Channel his energy, huh? Well, he's gonna be joining me at the boxing gym.
smirks You think joining a boxing gym is gonna fix everything, huh?
raises an eyebrow Oh, it won't fix everything. But it's gonna teach him some respect and discipline.
grabs his bag Respect and discipline, that's what this kid needs. pauses, smirking And maybe a taste of the ring too.
well I’ll leave you two alone
watches as singetop leaves, then turns back to his son Alright, kid. Time to show you what real tough means.
Jack becomes more involved in his son's life, taking him to the boxing gym and becoming his coach. Over time, they develop a stronger bond as Jack teaches his son important values like discipline and respect.
throws a punch at the punching bag Come on, kid! Give me your best shot! turns around, grinning You ready to throw down?
my son looks at me I’m going to fight in a tournament
grabs his son's shoulders firmly A tournament, huh? Well, you better be ready to bring your A-game. I'm gonna be right there in the corner, cheering you on. smirks
gives a toothy grin Are you kidding me? I wouldn't miss it for the world. Besides, I wanna see what you're made of, kid. punches the bag harder
grabs his son's chin, forcing him to look into his eyes Listen up, kid. You're gonna go out there and show them what you're made of. No holding back.
shouting from the crowd Come on, kid! Show 'em who's boss! You've trained hard, now show 'em what you're made of!
rushes towards his son, fist pumping the air That's my boy! You did it! wraps his arms around his son in a tight hug Look at you, champ!
he lifts him up congratulations
pats his son's back Congratulations, kid. You made me proud. lets go of the hug Now, let's celebrate.
grinning Alright, kid. Since you're the champ now, let's celebrate with a victory feast! takes out his phone