Storytime: The Three Little Bastards (A Samuel Chatman RP)
Feb 11, 2021 4:59:06 GMT
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Post by Samuel Chatman on Feb 11, 2021 4:59:06 GMT
Saturday, February 6, 2021
10:00 p.m.
Outside Naked Bar Miami
Miami, FL
Grudgematch Fallout
Samuel Chatman steps outside of Naked Bar Miami and leans up against the wall. Naked Bar was a part of the franchise his fiance’ Kylie Fox, had built-in several prominent cities in the US. COVID sucked, and the bar was not allowed to be open past a certain time. She had quickly gotten around some pesky rules by serving food, but it was early, and the vibe wasn’t what it usually was. He looked at his phone, and as people continued to file in, some recognized him and asked for pictures in and outside of the venue.
Sam was gracious and took the time to greet each one warmly and sign whatever they wanted him to, and take photos with them. This was a great advertisement for Naked Bar, Fade 2 Black Wrestling, and of course Crew Love, the newest business venture with MIL studios. The show had debuted, but he was yet to make his on-screen debut with his castmates. Sam was not one to be a fan of cameras always in his face, but the “bag” was the “bag,” and he had to secure it at all costs.
He shoved his hands in his pockets and headed back to Kylie’s office. She was no doubt out doing her thing with the place, and he didn’t want to disturb her. He took out his phone, and although he was mad as hell at Todrick Tabor, he always went to see if he had posted anything on social media or if Austin had finally crossed the line that Sam believed was in their near future. Austin Ramsey was unstable and absolutely terrible for Todrick. Austin almost caused Tyler Knowles some serious injury at Grudgematch at the hands of Todrick.
The rumors that Sam himself had helped fuel and he was not pleased to see Todrick clock Tyler with that shovel during the Buried Alive match. Tyler had started it with a drunken fueled rant, and he’d gone after Todrick, so, in a sense, he had it coming, but that night, they were supposed to represent the Pretty Boys. How was he going to step up and get this group back under control? Soon the Tag Team titles would come into play, and Jackson and Austin needed to secure those, but lately, Austin seemed to be on a mission to be the world’s biggest villain on TV since Flavor of Love’s Tiffany “New York” Pollard. He had undoubtedly stirred up all of the Life NY & the Life ATL and was undeniably the biggest villain of both franchises at this point.
Todrick needed to make better decisions, but that wasn’t happening anytime soon. Sam was still upset for opening up, and he felt betrayed but not broken. They had been through too much to end the brotherly relationship ultimately. The relationship drama was beyond distracting though, when Samuel should have been fighting with Aiden Romero, he was trying to referee Tyler and Todrick and paid the price with the stick of a shovel hitting him in the family jewels. He was definitely still sore and hurting from it. It had put a damper on him and Kylie in the bedroom for a minute or two.
Aiden was going to hit Samuel in the head with the shovel, but his stablemate saved the day in a nick of time. Sam did get to return the shovel shot to the groin, and it felt so good. He then smacked the hell out of Aiden with the shovel. He had promised that it was “on sight” every time he saw Aiden, and now it truly was. Aiden had stuck his nose in Sam’s business for the last time. Time to bury that bitch. The match's memories pleased Sam except for the end where Tyler had to get buried, but he planned to sit down with both Todrick and Tyler to sort this shit out. Austin would not be invited to that meeting.
Storytime
Samuel and a camera crew are driving in his Range Rover and pull up to a park. They get out, and a bunch of his friends are dressed as small children sitting on a blanket, and they begin cheering when they see him. A giant white rocking chair is sitting there, and they are spread out all around it. He walks around to the trunk and pulls out a giant book. It has a picture of three little pigs dancing around their mother on the cover. Samuel walks over to the chair and sits down.
🐺 Samuel Chatman 🐺
Hi Boys and Girls!
Hi Boys and Girls!
👨👨👧 Kids 👨👨👧
Hi Mr. Sam!
Hi Mr. Sam!
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Are you ready for a story?
Are you ready for a story?
👨👨👧 Kids 👨👨👧
YES!
YES!
🐺 Samuel Chatman 🐺
Today’s story is called The Three Little Pigs.
Today’s story is called The Three Little Pigs.
👨👨👧 Kids 👨👨👧
YAY!
YAY!
🐺 Samuel Chatman 🐺
I thought this would be an appropriate story today because Mr. Sam will wrestle the three little pigs in the ring at the next High Voltage. This is a very important match because if I win, I get an opportunity to challenge for the High Voltage Championship at Mardi Brawl in two weeks.
I thought this would be an appropriate story today because Mr. Sam will wrestle the three little pigs in the ring at the next High Voltage. This is a very important match because if I win, I get an opportunity to challenge for the High Voltage Championship at Mardi Brawl in two weeks.
👨👨👧 Kids 👨👨👧
Mr. Sam, are you going to lose it again if you win it?
Mr. Sam, are you going to lose it again if you win it?
🐺 Samuel Chatman 🐺
I will absolutely fight a child. Security! Se-cur-ity! This one needs to go.
I will absolutely fight a child. Security! Se-cur-ity! This one needs to go.
Security drags one of the children away, and Sam shakes his head and rolls his eyes.
🐺 Samuel Chatman 🐺
Anyone else have any “Questions”?
Anyone else have any “Questions”?
The kids shake their heads no, and Sam puts a blanket over his lap and opens the book.
🐺 Samuel Chatman 🐺
Once upon a time, a fat mama pig lived on a dusty farm. Her name was Michelle, and she was very poor and did not have enough food to feed their children. Michelle could not restrain herself whenever someone tossed food into the pigpen, and so her husband and their little bastards had to suffer. A handsome young farmer would always try to sneak them food, but Michelle sniffed it out with her giant snout and always ran up and devoured any scrap he tried to throw their way.
She was especially fond of muffins, so he would try to distract her with a muffin top and then try to sneak them food, but she would push them out of the way and devour their food first and then retreat to a corner of the pigsty to savor her muffin and devour it whole. One day when they were old enough, she decided that they needed to go out into the world to seek their fortunes. So they sadly left her side and went out into the world.
Once upon a time, a fat mama pig lived on a dusty farm. Her name was Michelle, and she was very poor and did not have enough food to feed their children. Michelle could not restrain herself whenever someone tossed food into the pigpen, and so her husband and their little bastards had to suffer. A handsome young farmer would always try to sneak them food, but Michelle sniffed it out with her giant snout and always ran up and devoured any scrap he tried to throw their way.
She was especially fond of muffins, so he would try to distract her with a muffin top and then try to sneak them food, but she would push them out of the way and devour their food first and then retreat to a corner of the pigsty to savor her muffin and devour it whole. One day when they were old enough, she decided that they needed to go out into the world to seek their fortunes. So they sadly left her side and went out into the world.
👨👨👧 Kids 👨👨👧
Mr. Sam? Why did she make them leave?
Mr. Sam? Why did she make them leave?
🐺 Samuel Chatman 🐺
Well, she and her husband Brandon were not really connecting in the bedroom anymore, and she thought that it was because the little bastards were always around, but really he was getting it from a pig that lived next door named Paul. But she refused to believe that and got rid of the only people in this world that loved her. But that is a love story for another time. Now, where were we?
Well, she and her husband Brandon were not really connecting in the bedroom anymore, and she thought that it was because the little bastards were always around, but really he was getting it from a pig that lived next door named Paul. But she refused to believe that and got rid of the only people in this world that loved her. But that is a love story for another time. Now, where were we?
🤮 Kid 🤮
Mr. Sam? Aren’t those two boy pigs? That’s gross.
Mr. Sam? Aren’t those two boy pigs? That’s gross.
🐺 Samuel Chatman 🐺
You’re gross Aiden. Security! Se-cur-ity!
You’re gross Aiden. Security! Se-cur-ity!
Security drags another child away.
🐺 Samuel Chatman 🐺
Boys and Girls, we don’t judge someone for who they love. One, it’s none of our business. Two, all those muffins were causing Michelle to take up the whole bed, and Mr. Brandon needed a place to sleep. Mr. Paul welcomed him with open arms, and the world's most disgusting love story second only to Todrick Tabor and Austin Ramsey was born. Now, does anyone else have a “Question”?
Boys and Girls, we don’t judge someone for who they love. One, it’s none of our business. Two, all those muffins were causing Michelle to take up the whole bed, and Mr. Brandon needed a place to sleep. Mr. Paul welcomed him with open arms, and the world's most disgusting love story second only to Todrick Tabor and Austin Ramsey was born. Now, does anyone else have a “Question”?
The children all shake their heads no. Sam sits back and begins rocking in the chair, and continues his tale.
🐺 Samuel Chatman 🐺
The first little bastard was very lazy and did not want to work at all. He knew he needed a place to stay, and he wanted to build a house with minimum effort quickly, so he built a house out of straw. The second little bastard worked a little harder, but he too was somewhat lazy, and he built a house out of sticks. Once this was done, they sand and danced and played together for the rest of the day.
The third little bastard worked hard all day and built his house with bricks. It was a sturdy house complete with a fine fireplace and chimney. They built their houses close to the woods, and each slept comfortably in their houses that night. In the forest lived a great hunter named “The Lone Wolf” and he was very hungry. He hunted in the woods looking for a meal fit for a champion but found nothing. The wolf found nothing and went to bed sad and hungry.
The next day he happened to be at the edge of the forest, and much to his delight, he came across where the three little bastards lived. He saw the straw house and smelled the little bastard inside. His mouth began to water at the thought of this mighty fine meal. He knocked on the door and called out sweetly. “Little bastard, little bastard, let me in, let me in! But the little bastard saw the wolf’s big paws and muscles through the keyhole and answered back, No! No! No! Not by the hairs on my chinny chin chin! The wolf growled and showed his teeth and said, “Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house down.
Then he blew the house down! He opened his jaws very wide and bit down as hard as he could, but the little bastard managed to escape and ran to hide with the second little bastard. The wolf continued his hunt and passed by the second house made of sticks, and he saw the house and smelled the little bastards inside, and his mouth began to water as he thought about the fine dinner they would make. So he knocked on the door and said, “Little bastards! Little bastards! Let me in! Let me in! The little bastards saw the wolf’s pointy ears and answered back, “No! No! No! Not by the hairs on our chinny chin chin! The wolf growled and showed his teeth, and what do you think he said?
The first little bastard was very lazy and did not want to work at all. He knew he needed a place to stay, and he wanted to build a house with minimum effort quickly, so he built a house out of straw. The second little bastard worked a little harder, but he too was somewhat lazy, and he built a house out of sticks. Once this was done, they sand and danced and played together for the rest of the day.
The third little bastard worked hard all day and built his house with bricks. It was a sturdy house complete with a fine fireplace and chimney. They built their houses close to the woods, and each slept comfortably in their houses that night. In the forest lived a great hunter named “The Lone Wolf” and he was very hungry. He hunted in the woods looking for a meal fit for a champion but found nothing. The wolf found nothing and went to bed sad and hungry.
The next day he happened to be at the edge of the forest, and much to his delight, he came across where the three little bastards lived. He saw the straw house and smelled the little bastard inside. His mouth began to water at the thought of this mighty fine meal. He knocked on the door and called out sweetly. “Little bastard, little bastard, let me in, let me in! But the little bastard saw the wolf’s big paws and muscles through the keyhole and answered back, No! No! No! Not by the hairs on my chinny chin chin! The wolf growled and showed his teeth and said, “Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house down.
Then he blew the house down! He opened his jaws very wide and bit down as hard as he could, but the little bastard managed to escape and ran to hide with the second little bastard. The wolf continued his hunt and passed by the second house made of sticks, and he saw the house and smelled the little bastards inside, and his mouth began to water as he thought about the fine dinner they would make. So he knocked on the door and said, “Little bastards! Little bastards! Let me in! Let me in! The little bastards saw the wolf’s pointy ears and answered back, “No! No! No! Not by the hairs on our chinny chin chin! The wolf growled and showed his teeth, and what do you think he said?
👨👨👧 Kids 👨👨👧
”Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house down!
”Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house down!
🐺 Samuel Chatman 🐺
That’s right! Aren’t you all smart little kids.
That’s right! Aren’t you all smart little kids.
One kid was not answering, and he was digging in his nose and eating the contents. He had a stupid face that was covered with a red NY baseball cap, and a red baseball bat was beside him. Sam looked at him with disgust.
🐺 Samuel Chatman 🐺
You! Stop that! What is your name?
You! Stop that! What is your name?
🤷🏻♂ Kid 🤷🏻♂
My name is Austin!
My name is Austin!
Sam’s face flushes red, and he calmly removes the blanket from his lap and sets the book down on the chair. He goes over to the “little fella” and picks him up, and then proceeds to kick him across the parking lot as if it was a fourth down and the team kicker was kicking off to the opposing team. He calmly walks back to the rocking chair and covers his legs with the blanket, and opens the book again. The kids all look at one another and shrug.
🐺 Samuel Chatman 🐺
Now then, where were we? Oh yes. He huffed, and he puffed, and he blew the house down. The wolf was greedy, and he tried to catch both of the little bastards at the same time. His big jaws clamped down on nothing, but air and the two little bastards scrambled away as fast as they could. The wolf chased them down and almost caught them. But they made it to the brick house and slammed the door closed. The three little bastards were very frightened, and they knew the wolf wanted to devour them.
And that was very, very, true. He hadn’t eaten all day, and they were the only thing between him and a champion’s feast. He had worked up a rather large appetite, and now he could smell all three of them inside. So he knocked on the door and what do you think he said?
Now then, where were we? Oh yes. He huffed, and he puffed, and he blew the house down. The wolf was greedy, and he tried to catch both of the little bastards at the same time. His big jaws clamped down on nothing, but air and the two little bastards scrambled away as fast as they could. The wolf chased them down and almost caught them. But they made it to the brick house and slammed the door closed. The three little bastards were very frightened, and they knew the wolf wanted to devour them.
And that was very, very, true. He hadn’t eaten all day, and they were the only thing between him and a champion’s feast. He had worked up a rather large appetite, and now he could smell all three of them inside. So he knocked on the door and what do you think he said?
👨👨👧 Kids 👨👨👧
“Little bastards! Little bastards! Let me in! Let me in!”
“Little bastards! Little bastards! Let me in! Let me in!”
🐺 Samuel Chatman 🐺
Very good kids!
Very good kids!
Sam looks and sees a little blond boy caressing Austin’s red baseball bat, and he seems annoyed.
🐺 Samuel Chatman 🐺
Todrick! Put that bat down. That is why you are losing friends by the day. You are too busy licking the bat of a little booger eater that no one cares about and everyone hates!
Todrick! Put that bat down. That is why you are losing friends by the day. You are too busy licking the bat of a little booger eater that no one cares about and everyone hates!
Todrick holds on to the bat tighter and sticks out his tongue.
🐺 Samuel Chatman 🐺
You’re a fucking brat Todrick and I have time today! Security! Se-cur-ity!
You’re a fucking brat Todrick and I have time today! Security! Se-cur-ity!
Security comes and drags little Todrick away as the small red bat rolls across the parking lot, making a lot of noise and serving no purpose.
🐺 Samuel Chatman 🐺
Does anyone else want to go chase after the bat?
Does anyone else want to go chase after the bat?
The children all look at one another and shake their heads no.
🐺 Samuel Chatman 🐺
Now, where were we? Oh yes. The little bastards saw the wolf’s narrow eyes and answered back, “No! No! No! Not by the hairs on our chinny chin chin! So the wolf showed his teeth and said, “Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house down. Well, the wolf was smarter than most, and he knew that he couldn’t blow the house down, and he also knew that the three little bastards came from an underprivileged and uneducated home and saw no lock on the door, and he pushed it open.
The little bastards look terrified, and one by one, he devoured them, and it temporarily satisfied his hunger. He knew that the real champion’s meal was still out there, and he hungered for it. He burped and picked his teeth. Now there was a lesson to be learned from this story, boys and girls. Never stand between a wolf and his prize. Much like the little bastards in this story, the three little bastards that I’m going to fight at High Voltage are all that stands between me and my prize.
So I have no choice but to devour them and then step up to challenge the big fat lazy pig that holds the championship that will come home to Daddy. Did you all enjoy the story?
Now, where were we? Oh yes. The little bastards saw the wolf’s narrow eyes and answered back, “No! No! No! Not by the hairs on our chinny chin chin! So the wolf showed his teeth and said, “Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house down. Well, the wolf was smarter than most, and he knew that he couldn’t blow the house down, and he also knew that the three little bastards came from an underprivileged and uneducated home and saw no lock on the door, and he pushed it open.
The little bastards look terrified, and one by one, he devoured them, and it temporarily satisfied his hunger. He knew that the real champion’s meal was still out there, and he hungered for it. He burped and picked his teeth. Now there was a lesson to be learned from this story, boys and girls. Never stand between a wolf and his prize. Much like the little bastards in this story, the three little bastards that I’m going to fight at High Voltage are all that stands between me and my prize.
So I have no choice but to devour them and then step up to challenge the big fat lazy pig that holds the championship that will come home to Daddy. Did you all enjoy the story?
👨👨👧 Kids 👨👨👧
Yes, Mr. Sam!
Yes, Mr. Sam!
Sam gets up and gives them all high-fives.
Trash Bitch
Sam walks back to his car, and the camera crew gets in and begins filming him again. He pulls off, and the little red baseball bat breaks as it is crushed after he runs over it. In his defense, it rolled underneath his tire, and he wasn’t going out of his way to break it. He drives down the highway and has a faraway look in his eyes.
🐺 Samuel Chatman 🐺
You know a lot of bitches are out here thinking that they are the shit when they are just toilet water. All my life, I’ve dealt with those types, and I’ve never been impressed. I’ve never understood why people want to do me wrong. I used to be all up in my feelings about it, but now I say fuck a bitch. This thing with Todrick and me hurts, but I’m going to give him the space to figure this shit out.
The more I say or do, the deeper Austin pulls him in. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, I ain’t going back and forth with these little boys. It’s crazy because I don’t like where our relationship has gone. Toddy kept me out of jail several times. One time, in particular, stands out to me. Me, him, and Akasha went to a house party, and I was actually on my chill shit that night. Since my old lady was with me, I wasn’t going to cheat, and I wasn’t getting any numbers that night. Plus, she had backup, and we all know that Todrick got those hands, and I had learned that the hard way.
So you all know that I’ve had issues with womanizing and anger in the past, and honestly, I can’t tell you why. I’ve been to therapy,y and I’ve still never really learned the “wh.”. I’ve just learned the “tools” to control it, but lately, those barriers feel like they are slipping away. All the shit I’m going through is chipping away at the blocks I have established. I kinda feel like how Rogue did when Ms. Marvel tried to escape from the mental barriers that Professor X put up in her mind. When I go dark, I go dark. I know that it scares those around me, but I lose all control.
I’ve been letting Austin take me there, and I know it’s wrong, but I can’t help it. I don’t want to go back to therapy, but maybe I need help. When I watched the replay of High Voltage a few weeks ago and saw myself blackout, I remember waking up from it and seeing the look of exhaustion and disappointment in Akasha’s eyes. Then I thought about Kylie and Whitney seeing that, and I was thoroughly embarrassed. I let little bitch ass take me to a place I shouldn’t have been at. Then there’s my brother riding off into the sunset with him. It was too much.
His mind games usually work on needy bitches, and here is my brother being just that. Toddy used to ignore bitches like that. What changed? Why are we going through all these changes? I remember asking myself that question that night I almost went to jail. We had a great time at the party. There was good food and drinks. Yeah, we were underage, but who cared, right? We were on that Henny, and that “brown” always whispers in my fucking ear. One minute, I’m ready to fight, and then the next minute, I’m ready to eat fucking chicken wings in the strip club with the dude I just pummeled with my fists and throw “hundos” at the strip club with him.
We were “hooping” in the driveway. This dude was overly aggressive blocking me, and I had let it go several times but eventually that “brown” got to whispering, and then we had a muthafucking problem. He would block, and then he would shoulder check me hard. So I pushed his ass on the concrete and called him a little bitch. He got up with all his “rah-rah,” and I smashed his ass right in the mouth. I saw the blood, but I didn’t care. I kept going.
I heard the screams, I felt the hands trying to pull me off his ass, but it was too late. One of the neighbors had called the police, but we didn’t know that. One thing about my light ass complexion is when I fight, my knuckles bruise, and I can’t lie my way out of that shit. Before they pulled me off, I smashed that dude’s head into the concrete, and it got super ugly. Blood was everywhere, and finally, they separated me from him. Toddy sprung into action, and the ambulance arrived first, and he told them ole boy had gone for a dunk and missed and fell on the back of his head.
Akasha had gotten me out of there, and “the code” ensured that no one would snitch. Toddy was the MVP that night because, much like that shovel shot to the face of Aiden at Grudgematch, I had no control. I’m not a killer but don’t fucking push me. I just feel like I have to give those bitches a giant fuck you, but I take it too far. That was my brother, though, and if a bitch stepped out of line with the story, he gathered their ass. I could’ve been locked up for real that night. It took many incidents like that before it caught up to me, and I was court-ordered into anger management.
Toddy never left my side through it all, and I don’t want to leave him, but this shit is beyond whack. So for argument’s sake, let’s say Austin’s dick is that good, Toddy ain’t that stupid. Am I losing my brother? This shit ain’t worth all that. Is Austin doing this for a wrestling and reality TV storyline? I’m feeling like a failure cause I don’t know how to help my little brother. I’ll hurt somebody about my family, but my family is hurting me right now. Ion like that tho. I know that people want me to speak proper and shit, but this is the real and unfiltered me right now.
I ain’t one to share and shit unless I’m on a doctor’s couch. Besides, why do I have to pre myself to bitches that I’m better than? Austin fires shots at me daily, but right now, I can’t let him throw me off my shit. I have to face the Three Bastards this week, and a win there puts me back into the High Voltage Championship range. Truthfully, Michelle and Atara are gonna be hell to get through, but I know I can do it. I ain’t gonna let them see me sweat, and they damn sure ain’t gonna come in between me and my check.
Michelle and Brandon are gonna be out there cheating and shit, but I’ve come to expect that. I’m sure everyone has, but I’m not worried. When the toilet gets full, you flush that shit, and that’s what I plan to do with the Three LIttle Turds at High Voltage. I fucked up and lost my championship, but nothing is going to stop me from getting back what I never should’ve lost in the first place. I’m a champion, and no one can deny that. This shit with Todrick and Austin I gotta put on the back burner until I’m back on top. I just hope that Jackson and Austin can get it together and win those tag team titles.
Me and Toddy are going to be alright. I know no one wants to see that relationship crumble, and it won’t. The door isn’t closed, and my heart is still open. Kylie and Whitney keep it open. I may be “The Lone Wolf” in the ring, but I’m far from alone.
You know a lot of bitches are out here thinking that they are the shit when they are just toilet water. All my life, I’ve dealt with those types, and I’ve never been impressed. I’ve never understood why people want to do me wrong. I used to be all up in my feelings about it, but now I say fuck a bitch. This thing with Todrick and me hurts, but I’m going to give him the space to figure this shit out.
The more I say or do, the deeper Austin pulls him in. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, I ain’t going back and forth with these little boys. It’s crazy because I don’t like where our relationship has gone. Toddy kept me out of jail several times. One time, in particular, stands out to me. Me, him, and Akasha went to a house party, and I was actually on my chill shit that night. Since my old lady was with me, I wasn’t going to cheat, and I wasn’t getting any numbers that night. Plus, she had backup, and we all know that Todrick got those hands, and I had learned that the hard way.
So you all know that I’ve had issues with womanizing and anger in the past, and honestly, I can’t tell you why. I’ve been to therapy,y and I’ve still never really learned the “wh.”. I’ve just learned the “tools” to control it, but lately, those barriers feel like they are slipping away. All the shit I’m going through is chipping away at the blocks I have established. I kinda feel like how Rogue did when Ms. Marvel tried to escape from the mental barriers that Professor X put up in her mind. When I go dark, I go dark. I know that it scares those around me, but I lose all control.
I’ve been letting Austin take me there, and I know it’s wrong, but I can’t help it. I don’t want to go back to therapy, but maybe I need help. When I watched the replay of High Voltage a few weeks ago and saw myself blackout, I remember waking up from it and seeing the look of exhaustion and disappointment in Akasha’s eyes. Then I thought about Kylie and Whitney seeing that, and I was thoroughly embarrassed. I let little bitch ass take me to a place I shouldn’t have been at. Then there’s my brother riding off into the sunset with him. It was too much.
His mind games usually work on needy bitches, and here is my brother being just that. Toddy used to ignore bitches like that. What changed? Why are we going through all these changes? I remember asking myself that question that night I almost went to jail. We had a great time at the party. There was good food and drinks. Yeah, we were underage, but who cared, right? We were on that Henny, and that “brown” always whispers in my fucking ear. One minute, I’m ready to fight, and then the next minute, I’m ready to eat fucking chicken wings in the strip club with the dude I just pummeled with my fists and throw “hundos” at the strip club with him.
We were “hooping” in the driveway. This dude was overly aggressive blocking me, and I had let it go several times but eventually that “brown” got to whispering, and then we had a muthafucking problem. He would block, and then he would shoulder check me hard. So I pushed his ass on the concrete and called him a little bitch. He got up with all his “rah-rah,” and I smashed his ass right in the mouth. I saw the blood, but I didn’t care. I kept going.
I heard the screams, I felt the hands trying to pull me off his ass, but it was too late. One of the neighbors had called the police, but we didn’t know that. One thing about my light ass complexion is when I fight, my knuckles bruise, and I can’t lie my way out of that shit. Before they pulled me off, I smashed that dude’s head into the concrete, and it got super ugly. Blood was everywhere, and finally, they separated me from him. Toddy sprung into action, and the ambulance arrived first, and he told them ole boy had gone for a dunk and missed and fell on the back of his head.
Akasha had gotten me out of there, and “the code” ensured that no one would snitch. Toddy was the MVP that night because, much like that shovel shot to the face of Aiden at Grudgematch, I had no control. I’m not a killer but don’t fucking push me. I just feel like I have to give those bitches a giant fuck you, but I take it too far. That was my brother, though, and if a bitch stepped out of line with the story, he gathered their ass. I could’ve been locked up for real that night. It took many incidents like that before it caught up to me, and I was court-ordered into anger management.
Toddy never left my side through it all, and I don’t want to leave him, but this shit is beyond whack. So for argument’s sake, let’s say Austin’s dick is that good, Toddy ain’t that stupid. Am I losing my brother? This shit ain’t worth all that. Is Austin doing this for a wrestling and reality TV storyline? I’m feeling like a failure cause I don’t know how to help my little brother. I’ll hurt somebody about my family, but my family is hurting me right now. Ion like that tho. I know that people want me to speak proper and shit, but this is the real and unfiltered me right now.
I ain’t one to share and shit unless I’m on a doctor’s couch. Besides, why do I have to pre myself to bitches that I’m better than? Austin fires shots at me daily, but right now, I can’t let him throw me off my shit. I have to face the Three Bastards this week, and a win there puts me back into the High Voltage Championship range. Truthfully, Michelle and Atara are gonna be hell to get through, but I know I can do it. I ain’t gonna let them see me sweat, and they damn sure ain’t gonna come in between me and my check.
Michelle and Brandon are gonna be out there cheating and shit, but I’ve come to expect that. I’m sure everyone has, but I’m not worried. When the toilet gets full, you flush that shit, and that’s what I plan to do with the Three LIttle Turds at High Voltage. I fucked up and lost my championship, but nothing is going to stop me from getting back what I never should’ve lost in the first place. I’m a champion, and no one can deny that. This shit with Todrick and Austin I gotta put on the back burner until I’m back on top. I just hope that Jackson and Austin can get it together and win those tag team titles.
Me and Toddy are going to be alright. I know no one wants to see that relationship crumble, and it won’t. The door isn’t closed, and my heart is still open. Kylie and Whitney keep it open. I may be “The Lone Wolf” in the ring, but I’m far from alone.
Fade 2 Black!!!