Post by Samuel Chatman on Aug 26, 2023 22:56:54 GMT -5
Samuel Chatman is in the back of a Lyft that is taking him to the Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport. He is on the FaceTiming with his fiancé, Kylie Fox. He adjusts his AirPods and shifts his weight as he is not amused with the conversation taking place.
“All I’m saying is that he may have a bit of a man crush on you. There is nothing wrong with that. I am certainly not feeling threatened by it.”
“Bruh, dafuq, you mean? He does not have a crush on me. He’s just eccentric, that’s all.”
“Baby, it’s cute how you are the only person in the entire world who does not see this.”
“He doesn’t have a lot of friends, and he has kinda latched on to me. He grew on me. I didn’t know what to think at first, but now I know he is completely harmless. You trippin’ for real with this.”
“Okay, I won’t try to convince you of anything. You got this “Daddy."”
Kylie giggles but stops when Sam rolls his eyes.
“Whatever, bro, you just better not have that baby while I’m in New York.”
“This baby is coming when it comes. I feel like I’ve been pregnant for a very long time, and I need this boy or girl to make their grand entrance into the world. Ain’t nobody got time to be waiting on you. You are the one who has not asked to be transferred to The Velvet Rabbit Las Vegas so you can perform there on Saturday and then wrestle there on Monday nights. You know what you need to do.”
Sam looks out the window because he knows the look she has on her face. This was a conversation they had been having frequently over the last few months. He enjoyed being the big man on campus since most of the Bucks had transferred to Vegas. He felt like he was the king of New York. She clears her throat, and he looks down at his phone.
🐺 Samuel Chatman 🐺
“Alright, I’ll talk to Candice about it. I will talk to Daniel about this theory of yours when he picks me up from the airport. I just don’t see it.”
“You do that; bring my favorite craving foods when you get home. Love you, Babe.”
“I don’t know how you eat that shit, but I got you. Love you, wifey.”
Sam hangs up the phone. He shakes his head and smiles. He looks up and sees the driver looking at him like he had just asked him a question. He takes an AirPod out of his left ear.
“Sup man, you asked me a question? I apologize; I didn’t hear you.”
“I’m a huge fan of yours, and I’m sorry to ask, and I promise I wasn’t eavesdropping, but based on your responses, was that person you were talking to talking about Edward Grado having a crush on you? Like, come on, dude, you have to know.”
“Oh, for fucks sake, no, he doesn’t.”
Sam puts his AirPod back into his ear and stares out the window.
Several hours later, Sam lands at LaGuardia Airport. He exits the plane and heads to the baggage claim. He collects his luggage, heads outside, spots Daniel Ramsey waiting on him, and gets into his car.
“What up, nephew?”
Dafuq, the sky? I dunno.
Sam playfully swats at him. They both laugh as Daniel pulls off.
“Say, man, I got something I need to talk to you about. I need you to take it seriously.”
“You get one call, and you decide you are calling on me? Ole, who you gonna call ass, I ain’t the Ghostbusters, bitch.”
“What did I just fucking say? I just said…”
“Unc, chill, you know I’m like my dad; we don’t like serious conversations. That was a defense mechanism. I’m totally serious now, man.”
“Daniel, you don’t think your cousin has a crush on me, do you?”
Daniel never takes his eyes off the road. He snickers before clearing his throat and putting a serious look on his face.
“You talking about Edward? Naw “G” he is completely harmless. He admires you, plus you two have been training together a lot. I think he hasn’t had many friends, and you don’t treat him like he’s a joke. He is figuring all that out in his own way.”
Sam looks over at Daniel and studies his face. He has a genuine look on his face. Sam looks relieved. He had guys hit on him before, and he’d politely let them down, but he genuinely felt like it would hurt Grado’s feelings, and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt Edward.
“Maybe you have a chat with him or talk to my parents. I’m sure Dad would talk to him. Besides, you have a match to worry about in the Cannabis Cup. Edward is harmless; you know it, I know it. Also, he has some big surprise planned for you when we get to the house. Just a head’s up.”
Sam nods, and they silently finish the rest of the car ride.
Later that day, Sam takes Austin’s dogs, Duke and Domino, to the dog park. He needed a break from Grado, who had been given two cases of lager that he had made it ¾’s of the way through. Sam looked at Daniel, who refused to make eye contact. “Fucking shit starter,” he thought to himself. He took the dogs off of their leashes and sat down on a nearby bench. He looked over and saw the MIL cameras following him. Whenever you entered the Ramsey world, you subjected yourself to being filmed for whatever reality show they were doing at the time. He was a part of the hit show Crew Love and under a MIL contract, so he couldn’t exactly say no. Still, an opportunity presented itself. He also saw all the moms at the dog park trying to get his attention and some of the dads as well. Never one to let a fan down, he took off his shirt and slung it across his shoulder. He flashed his seductive grin at the camera and went live on his socials.
“Yo, what up, y’all. Have you come down off that high from WGWF Summer Madness yet? I know I haven’t; two nights of badass people giving everything they had in marquee matches had me hyped up for quite a while. Night Two featured ya boy in a match against Callista Cambrick. When I tell you she can go, I mean it. That was no easy competition, and she really brought her A-game. I picked up the “W,” but so did she because she proved that she deserved to be here. They say I’m the gatekeeper of the WGWF, and if you want to prove you belong here, you have to go through me. She may not have won, but she proved she belongs in our ranks.
Despite the end of the match, you definitely impressed Callista; also, Akasha Monroe said to tell you that she would be giving you a call. That alone proves that you did the damn thing out there. Now I know that Justin York will be watching this to see if I mention him, and I’m sure he just busted that I did, but that’s all the attention you get from me. If you survive to where you get to face me in the Cannabis Cup, I’ll give you another wet sensation in your pants when I hit you so hard you piss yourself. I really wish your mother swallowed on the night of your conception, lord knows she puts enough shit in her mouth, and the one time she didn’t “Finish Him,” we were stuck with you nine months later. That wasn’t a fatality; that was mercy, keep my name off your beef suckers until we meet in a match, weak baby back ass, bitch. You are nothing.
Now, my focus is actually on the show opener of Brawl featuring yours truly and Akuma. You’re welcome, by the way, you finally made it to Brawl because you are in a match with me. This isn’t Dark, where you beat up on some lackeys you paid to be here so you could squash them in your debut. You had to have had the weakest debut in WGWF history. No one, absolutely no one, was impressed, and that shows from the number of times we’ve seen you. Oh, shit, you were on Brawl. That’s how memorable you are here; Callista Cambrick kicked the shit out of you before Summer Madness. So you face a real opponent that you didn’t pay to “fight you,” and you lost. Imagine that. When faced with an actual challenge, you choked. How in the fuck do you think you are going to get past me? I’m dead ass serious, yo.
Let me make something clear, when you make your entrance with your grandfather, Mr. Hijiri, the fans won’t be booing you because that’s what you want them to do. They will be booing you because you are as dull as your profile on the WGWF website. The most exciting thing about you is your grandfather and his legacy. You have ridden those coattails for far too long. You don’t hate America; you hate the fact that you have no identity of your own, and that’s what America represents. Land of the Free, but you can’t be free, can you? You don’t even know who you are. I can help you with that. I can free you of all that pain, hurt, and uncertainty; I can show you what you already know deep down, you don’t belong in my ring.
I’ve watched you walk around in the back with this unearned sense of superiority. Much like I told Jenny Myst when she wanted me to acknowledge her on the socials. I don’t care what you have done elsewhere; all I care about is what I see here in the WGWF. I’ve been in this business since 2009. I’ve seen all sorts of people, wrestled in all kinds of matches, held titles, been in the main event scene, you name it, I’ve done it. Like Shania Twain said, “That don’t impress me much”. I want to see what you do here. You are only as good as your last match until it’s time for you to retire or get inducted into a Hall of Fame. No one gives a fuck about how bad you were everywhere else because if you were the shit there, you’d still be there. Fuck outta here with that empty red wagon noise.
Why did you sign up for the Cannabis Cup, I wonder? Was this supposed to be your shining moment in the sun? Was this the moment you wanted to get your peers and the fans alike to start mentioning you in their conversations? Well, they will mention you alright when I’m done with you, that’s for sure. You are stepping into the ring with a proper highlight reel, so you will forever be immortalized that way. You might think that I’m looking past you, and well, you’re right. I have already been planning for round two because you aren’t a threat to me. I’m talking shit, I know, but there is no way I will allow you to beat me. There is no simulation that Doctor Strange can run with the time stone that has you winning this match. I’m going through you and anyone else to win this thing.
I pray the WGWF mascot makes it to the finals, where I can put Justin York down like the rabid dog that he is. That is how I want to win the Cannabis Cup. That means this match is a no-lose situation for me when it comes to facing you. I perform my best when backed into a corner, which is when I’m the most dangerous. You won’t like me at my most dangerous. It’s not your fault that you were unlucky in the draw, I realize that, but you entered the cup, and there was always a chance you’d face me. The outcome would have always been the same, my hand raised in victory. It is up to you whether I pin you or make you submit. One of those things is going to be your fate.
Enough about that; I’m basically telling Akuma and all of you what you already know. To my good buddy, Edward Grado, you are a real one. I appreciate you and what you did at Summer Madness. I’ve enjoyed getting to know you and being your trainer; I see great things in your future. I got your back. Stay true to who you are, Big Homie.
Alright, y’all, it’s hot out here, so I will head out. Make sure you tune in to Monday Night Brawl to see Daddy open the show. You already know you won’t be disappointed. So treat yourself and prepare to see me advance to round two of The Cannabis Cup.”
Sam winks at the camera. He whistles for the dogs as the scene fades.
Later that night, Sam is at the Velvet Rabbit, preparing to open the night of sin-filled activities. He spies Todrick Tabor-Ramsey out of the corner of his eye and signals for her to come over.
“Hey, Lil Sis, can you help me out by rubbing this oil on my back?”
“Can’t you get one of the various people back here to do that for you?”
“Yeah, I could, but I need to talk to you, and as an added bonus, if your husband walks by, it will piss him off. I do enjoy seeing that look of pisstivity on Austin’s face.”
“Piss what? Boy, that is not a word.”
Sam shrugs, and they both burst out laughing.
“When it comes to Austin Ramsey, you can make anything up, and it works. But I do need to talk to you. It’s about Edward.”
Much like Daniel earlier, Toddy lets a snicker escape, and she quickly tries to fix her face. Sam is not amused.
“Bruh, I’m serious. What is it with this family and Kylie when I want to talk about Edward? Damn.”
“Alright, calm down, that was an accident.”
“I know all of you think he has a crush on me, and I don’t, but can you talk to Austin, and we all have a sit-down with him? I don’t think he means any harm by it, but sometimes he does weird stuff, like when he calls me Daddy on X. Like, I know he doesn’t mean anything by it, but can we talk to him about boundaries between friends? I genuinely think he doesn’t get it, but I’m terrified of hurting his feelings because I’ve grown attached to him, and I never want to hurt him. He is like a living Teddy Ruxpin bear. He deserves nothing but happiness in this life because he has a good soul. I just think coming from me might come off the wrong way, but all of us, he might understand better.”
“It took you long enough. I told Akasha he can’t be this naïve. I suppose this is your way of admitting there is an issue without admitting it. I will talk to Austin, and we will figure something out. You two are either going to be the best of friends or the worst of enemies. But I think it’s the first one because you actually care about him.”
“Whatever. Oh look, it’s your husband coming this way. I want you to really rub that oil in now.”
Austin doesn’t look happy as he approaches, and Toddy slaps Sam on the head as the scene fades.
💝 Kylie Fox 💝
“All I’m saying is that he may have a bit of a man crush on you. There is nothing wrong with that. I am certainly not feeling threatened by it.”
🐺 Samuel Chatman 🐺
“Bruh, dafuq, you mean? He does not have a crush on me. He’s just eccentric, that’s all.”
💝 Kylie Fox 💝
“Baby, it’s cute how you are the only person in the entire world who does not see this.”
🐺 Samuel Chatman 🐺
“He doesn’t have a lot of friends, and he has kinda latched on to me. He grew on me. I didn’t know what to think at first, but now I know he is completely harmless. You trippin’ for real with this.”
💝 Kylie Fox 💝
“Okay, I won’t try to convince you of anything. You got this “Daddy."”
Kylie giggles but stops when Sam rolls his eyes.
🐺 Samuel Chatman 🐺
“Whatever, bro, you just better not have that baby while I’m in New York.”
💝 Kylie Fox 💝
“This baby is coming when it comes. I feel like I’ve been pregnant for a very long time, and I need this boy or girl to make their grand entrance into the world. Ain’t nobody got time to be waiting on you. You are the one who has not asked to be transferred to The Velvet Rabbit Las Vegas so you can perform there on Saturday and then wrestle there on Monday nights. You know what you need to do.”
Sam looks out the window because he knows the look she has on her face. This was a conversation they had been having frequently over the last few months. He enjoyed being the big man on campus since most of the Bucks had transferred to Vegas. He felt like he was the king of New York. She clears her throat, and he looks down at his phone.
🐺 Samuel Chatman 🐺
“Alright, I’ll talk to Candice about it. I will talk to Daniel about this theory of yours when he picks me up from the airport. I just don’t see it.”
💝 Kylie Fox 💝
“You do that; bring my favorite craving foods when you get home. Love you, Babe.”
🐺 Samuel Chatman 🐺
“I don’t know how you eat that shit, but I got you. Love you, wifey.”
Sam hangs up the phone. He shakes his head and smiles. He looks up and sees the driver looking at him like he had just asked him a question. He takes an AirPod out of his left ear.
🐺 Samuel Chatman 🐺
“Sup man, you asked me a question? I apologize; I didn’t hear you.”
🚕 Lyft Driver 🚕
“I’m a huge fan of yours, and I’m sorry to ask, and I promise I wasn’t eavesdropping, but based on your responses, was that person you were talking to talking about Edward Grado having a crush on you? Like, come on, dude, you have to know.”
🐺 Samuel Chatman 🐺
“Oh, for fucks sake, no, he doesn’t.”
Sam puts his AirPod back into his ear and stares out the window.
Several hours later, Sam lands at LaGuardia Airport. He exits the plane and heads to the baggage claim. He collects his luggage, heads outside, spots Daniel Ramsey waiting on him, and gets into his car.
🐺 Samuel Chatman 🐺
“What up, nephew?”
🧑🏻🦱 Daniel Ramsey 🧑🏻🦱
Dafuq, the sky? I dunno.
Sam playfully swats at him. They both laugh as Daniel pulls off.
🐺 Samuel Chatman 🐺
“Say, man, I got something I need to talk to you about. I need you to take it seriously.”
🧑🏻🦱 Daniel Ramsey 🧑🏻🦱
“You get one call, and you decide you are calling on me? Ole, who you gonna call ass, I ain’t the Ghostbusters, bitch.”
🐺 Samuel Chatman 🐺
“What did I just fucking say? I just said…”
🧑🏻🦱 Daniel Ramsey 🧑🏻🦱
“Unc, chill, you know I’m like my dad; we don’t like serious conversations. That was a defense mechanism. I’m totally serious now, man.”
🐺 Samuel Chatman 🐺
“Daniel, you don’t think your cousin has a crush on me, do you?”
Daniel never takes his eyes off the road. He snickers before clearing his throat and putting a serious look on his face.
🧑🏻🦱 Daniel Ramsey 🧑🏻🦱
“You talking about Edward? Naw “G” he is completely harmless. He admires you, plus you two have been training together a lot. I think he hasn’t had many friends, and you don’t treat him like he’s a joke. He is figuring all that out in his own way.”
Sam looks over at Daniel and studies his face. He has a genuine look on his face. Sam looks relieved. He had guys hit on him before, and he’d politely let them down, but he genuinely felt like it would hurt Grado’s feelings, and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt Edward.
🧑🏻🦱 Daniel Ramsey 🧑🏻🦱
“Maybe you have a chat with him or talk to my parents. I’m sure Dad would talk to him. Besides, you have a match to worry about in the Cannabis Cup. Edward is harmless; you know it, I know it. Also, he has some big surprise planned for you when we get to the house. Just a head’s up.”
Sam nods, and they silently finish the rest of the car ride.
Later that day, Sam takes Austin’s dogs, Duke and Domino, to the dog park. He needed a break from Grado, who had been given two cases of lager that he had made it ¾’s of the way through. Sam looked at Daniel, who refused to make eye contact. “Fucking shit starter,” he thought to himself. He took the dogs off of their leashes and sat down on a nearby bench. He looked over and saw the MIL cameras following him. Whenever you entered the Ramsey world, you subjected yourself to being filmed for whatever reality show they were doing at the time. He was a part of the hit show Crew Love and under a MIL contract, so he couldn’t exactly say no. Still, an opportunity presented itself. He also saw all the moms at the dog park trying to get his attention and some of the dads as well. Never one to let a fan down, he took off his shirt and slung it across his shoulder. He flashed his seductive grin at the camera and went live on his socials.
🐺 Samuel Chatman 🐺
“Yo, what up, y’all. Have you come down off that high from WGWF Summer Madness yet? I know I haven’t; two nights of badass people giving everything they had in marquee matches had me hyped up for quite a while. Night Two featured ya boy in a match against Callista Cambrick. When I tell you she can go, I mean it. That was no easy competition, and she really brought her A-game. I picked up the “W,” but so did she because she proved that she deserved to be here. They say I’m the gatekeeper of the WGWF, and if you want to prove you belong here, you have to go through me. She may not have won, but she proved she belongs in our ranks.
Despite the end of the match, you definitely impressed Callista; also, Akasha Monroe said to tell you that she would be giving you a call. That alone proves that you did the damn thing out there. Now I know that Justin York will be watching this to see if I mention him, and I’m sure he just busted that I did, but that’s all the attention you get from me. If you survive to where you get to face me in the Cannabis Cup, I’ll give you another wet sensation in your pants when I hit you so hard you piss yourself. I really wish your mother swallowed on the night of your conception, lord knows she puts enough shit in her mouth, and the one time she didn’t “Finish Him,” we were stuck with you nine months later. That wasn’t a fatality; that was mercy, keep my name off your beef suckers until we meet in a match, weak baby back ass, bitch. You are nothing.
Now, my focus is actually on the show opener of Brawl featuring yours truly and Akuma. You’re welcome, by the way, you finally made it to Brawl because you are in a match with me. This isn’t Dark, where you beat up on some lackeys you paid to be here so you could squash them in your debut. You had to have had the weakest debut in WGWF history. No one, absolutely no one, was impressed, and that shows from the number of times we’ve seen you. Oh, shit, you were on Brawl. That’s how memorable you are here; Callista Cambrick kicked the shit out of you before Summer Madness. So you face a real opponent that you didn’t pay to “fight you,” and you lost. Imagine that. When faced with an actual challenge, you choked. How in the fuck do you think you are going to get past me? I’m dead ass serious, yo.
Let me make something clear, when you make your entrance with your grandfather, Mr. Hijiri, the fans won’t be booing you because that’s what you want them to do. They will be booing you because you are as dull as your profile on the WGWF website. The most exciting thing about you is your grandfather and his legacy. You have ridden those coattails for far too long. You don’t hate America; you hate the fact that you have no identity of your own, and that’s what America represents. Land of the Free, but you can’t be free, can you? You don’t even know who you are. I can help you with that. I can free you of all that pain, hurt, and uncertainty; I can show you what you already know deep down, you don’t belong in my ring.
I’ve watched you walk around in the back with this unearned sense of superiority. Much like I told Jenny Myst when she wanted me to acknowledge her on the socials. I don’t care what you have done elsewhere; all I care about is what I see here in the WGWF. I’ve been in this business since 2009. I’ve seen all sorts of people, wrestled in all kinds of matches, held titles, been in the main event scene, you name it, I’ve done it. Like Shania Twain said, “That don’t impress me much”. I want to see what you do here. You are only as good as your last match until it’s time for you to retire or get inducted into a Hall of Fame. No one gives a fuck about how bad you were everywhere else because if you were the shit there, you’d still be there. Fuck outta here with that empty red wagon noise.
Why did you sign up for the Cannabis Cup, I wonder? Was this supposed to be your shining moment in the sun? Was this the moment you wanted to get your peers and the fans alike to start mentioning you in their conversations? Well, they will mention you alright when I’m done with you, that’s for sure. You are stepping into the ring with a proper highlight reel, so you will forever be immortalized that way. You might think that I’m looking past you, and well, you’re right. I have already been planning for round two because you aren’t a threat to me. I’m talking shit, I know, but there is no way I will allow you to beat me. There is no simulation that Doctor Strange can run with the time stone that has you winning this match. I’m going through you and anyone else to win this thing.
I pray the WGWF mascot makes it to the finals, where I can put Justin York down like the rabid dog that he is. That is how I want to win the Cannabis Cup. That means this match is a no-lose situation for me when it comes to facing you. I perform my best when backed into a corner, which is when I’m the most dangerous. You won’t like me at my most dangerous. It’s not your fault that you were unlucky in the draw, I realize that, but you entered the cup, and there was always a chance you’d face me. The outcome would have always been the same, my hand raised in victory. It is up to you whether I pin you or make you submit. One of those things is going to be your fate.
Enough about that; I’m basically telling Akuma and all of you what you already know. To my good buddy, Edward Grado, you are a real one. I appreciate you and what you did at Summer Madness. I’ve enjoyed getting to know you and being your trainer; I see great things in your future. I got your back. Stay true to who you are, Big Homie.
Alright, y’all, it’s hot out here, so I will head out. Make sure you tune in to Monday Night Brawl to see Daddy open the show. You already know you won’t be disappointed. So treat yourself and prepare to see me advance to round two of The Cannabis Cup.”
Sam winks at the camera. He whistles for the dogs as the scene fades.
Later that night, Sam is at the Velvet Rabbit, preparing to open the night of sin-filled activities. He spies Todrick Tabor-Ramsey out of the corner of his eye and signals for her to come over.
🐺 Samuel Chatman 🐺
“Hey, Lil Sis, can you help me out by rubbing this oil on my back?”
🍑 Todrick Tabor-Ramsey 🍑
“Can’t you get one of the various people back here to do that for you?”
🐺 Samuel Chatman 🐺
“Yeah, I could, but I need to talk to you, and as an added bonus, if your husband walks by, it will piss him off. I do enjoy seeing that look of pisstivity on Austin’s face.”
🍑 Todrick Tabor-Ramsey 🍑
“Piss what? Boy, that is not a word.”
Sam shrugs, and they both burst out laughing.
🐺 Samuel Chatman 🐺
“When it comes to Austin Ramsey, you can make anything up, and it works. But I do need to talk to you. It’s about Edward.”
Much like Daniel earlier, Toddy lets a snicker escape, and she quickly tries to fix her face. Sam is not amused.
🐺 Samuel Chatman 🐺
“Bruh, I’m serious. What is it with this family and Kylie when I want to talk about Edward? Damn.”
🍑 Todrick Tabor-Ramsey 🍑
“Alright, calm down, that was an accident.”
🐺 Samuel Chatman 🐺
“I know all of you think he has a crush on me, and I don’t, but can you talk to Austin, and we all have a sit-down with him? I don’t think he means any harm by it, but sometimes he does weird stuff, like when he calls me Daddy on X. Like, I know he doesn’t mean anything by it, but can we talk to him about boundaries between friends? I genuinely think he doesn’t get it, but I’m terrified of hurting his feelings because I’ve grown attached to him, and I never want to hurt him. He is like a living Teddy Ruxpin bear. He deserves nothing but happiness in this life because he has a good soul. I just think coming from me might come off the wrong way, but all of us, he might understand better.”
🍑 Todrick Tabor-Ramsey 🍑
“It took you long enough. I told Akasha he can’t be this naïve. I suppose this is your way of admitting there is an issue without admitting it. I will talk to Austin, and we will figure something out. You two are either going to be the best of friends or the worst of enemies. But I think it’s the first one because you actually care about him.”
🐺 Samuel Chatman 🐺
“Whatever. Oh look, it’s your husband coming this way. I want you to really rub that oil in now.”
Austin doesn’t look happy as he approaches, and Toddy slaps Sam on the head as the scene fades.