It was bound to happen eventually

Unfortunate

"Encores and cheers, they would always give me smiles and laughs. The whoopee of my efforts.. to do what we could with what we were born with.. Don't be worshipped by the people.. Except, we are the ones worshipping them! We were born like Gods, given the power to do what's right..The jolly happiness that I can give back to the world, that's what I fight for..soon when you grow up too, you'll find what drives you.." Hugging his daughter, he pat her gold hair. "Don't waste what we have, okay?" The father said to his daughter, dressed in his costume. She wanted to be just like her dad. He was her hero, coming home everyday as spick and span like he never left. He carried the Donald family name with his defending fist, the bloodline was indestructible..She wanted to be just like him when she grew up..She was Daddy's little girl.

What he might of not remembered, it was still as clear as day to her.

"What a load of buttsh!t" Sara mumbled sitting beside the hospital bed. Listening to the machines beeps, praying only for the best. Her oaf for a dad was born with a fragile heart, yet he still ran out at any chance he could get and faced the catastrophe, always giving it his all..But why...he was so vulnerable. Only just learning about his condition about a few years ago, he never told her.. ever since then she was ominous to the fact that her indestructible dad would someday face something he couldn't handle in a single strike..Telling him everyday that he's done enough, he should retire before anything bad could happen to him but Grodd was just as stubborn his daughter.

"No cursing.." Grodds tone was weak and whispered, yet he was still determined to raise his daughter to stay positive..Even after this finality he was still treating her like a little girl.

Sara was determined to keep her dad, she lost him for years and when they finally got back together, the only thoughts she could manage is that she wouldn't lose him again. Crying out "I swear to god, if you weren't almost dead I would of punched you!-"

"-Why pa..why do you do this to yourself.."

Bulking up so many injuries, Shot would jump into battle one by one before his wounds could even heal. It would all catch up to him as if he was chasing for Godhood, it would smite down and reject. Cursing him with a blade into his chest. Broken bones and skull? His benevolent spirit would simply ignore the weight that was getting heavier and heavier as he accumulated more fights. The load was making him sluggish, rattling his limbs until the bamboozle couldn't sustain his own strength anymore. Carrying everything on his shoulders, Shot would meet his perish. The muscle mans egotastic smile was gone. Ravished after the battle, his entire body was warlike, frostbitten and torn. A destructive asunder that jammed the jingle of his spirit. The shagginess of his tired overwhelmed body couldn't reply to her questions..All he could do was be blemished with her thoughts.

"You know..the doctors are saying you can't ever fight again..You crippled yourself even further ..I don't understand.."

Sara walked out of the room..Everything she questioned, she already knew his answers. Even in this defeat, the father was still the same. The same personality that she knew growing up..The person she looked up to. Grodd didn't even have to say anything.

He just smiled.

Where his path would end.

Hers would begin.

"Become the shining lass that I always knew you would be."