Post by Samuel Chatman on Dec 23, 2023 23:57:37 GMT -5
Text Message from Samuel Chatman to Edward Grado
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SAM CHATMAN: Hey Edward, just boarded my flight back to ATL. I've been thinking about the match. Man, we gave it our all out there. You were phenomenal, even though the result didn't go our way. Don't beat yourself up about taking the pin. We win as a team, and we lose as a team.
I wanted to check in on you and see how you're holding up. I know losses can hit hard, especially with everything you've got going on with the Ramseys. But remember, this isn't the end for us. Not by a long shot. The Lone Wolves still have a lot of fight left in us.
Also, if you need a break from everything, feel free to come down to ATL. Kylie's cool with it, as long as we don't get too wild – you know how protective she is about Jeremiah. It might be good to get away for a bit and clear your head.
Keep your chin up, man. We fought hard, and we've got nothing to be ashamed of. We'll bounce back from this, stronger and better. Let's keep our eyes on the prize and show everyone what The Lone Wolves are really made of.
Safe travels, brother. Let me know if you need anything.
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[Sent from Samuel's iPad]
The sun was just beginning to cast its first light through the curtains as Samuel Chatman, still half-asleep, felt the gentle nudge of Whitney, his eight-year-old daughter. Despite the fatigue from his strenuous life on the road, wrestling, modeling, promoting, and influencing, a smile curled on his lips. Whitney's presence always brought a sense of peace and purpose to his life. She scampered off to the nursery.
Whitney had been the center of his world since the day she was born, adapting to the life of a wrestler's daughter with an understanding that belied her years. The arrival of Kylie in their lives was a significant change, but Whitney, ever so mature and empathetic, welcomed her after seeing her own mother, Akasha Monroe, extend warmth to Kylie. And now, with little Jeremiah in the picture, the family dynamics were evolving once again.
As Samuel entered the nursery, she had already changed her brother and was rocking him in the rocking chair. He traded places with Whitney in the nursery; his heart swelled with pride at her maturity and kindness. "Go get dressed; we're heading to Douglasville today. Just you and me," he said with a wink. Whitney's face lit up with excitement, a reminder of their special bond before she scampered off to get ready.
Alone with Jeremiah, Samuel gazed down at his sleeping son, cradled in his arms. The room was serene, filled with the soft coos and gentle breaths of the infant. Samuel spoke softly, his voice barely above a whisper, yet every word was laden with emotion.
"Jeremiah, my little man, there's so much I want to share with you. So much you have yet to experience. I don't know what the future holds for you, who you'll grow to be, or the paths you'll choose. But know this, no matter what, my love for you will be unwavering."
He continued, a gentle smile on his face, "Life's a crazy journey, and as your dad, I'm here to guide you through it. You've got a sister who adores you, a family that's got your back, a crazy Aunt Toddy, and a world of possibilities ahead of you. And remember, we've got a circle of people around us who can help us overcome anything life throws our way."
Gently rocking the chair, he added, "I love you, fat man. Your journey's just begun, and I promise to be with you every step of the way."
As Jeremiah continued to sleep peacefully in his father's arms, the room filled with a sense of love and security. Outside, Douglasville awaited father and daughter for a day of shopping, a simple, yet precious moment in their busy lives. For Samuel, these moments were what life was all about, family, love, and the bonds that keep them together through everything.
The morning at Arbor Place Mall in Douglasville, GA, unfolds peacefully, a stark contrast to the chaos that would ensue later. Samuel Chatman and his daughter Whitney stroll through the mall, enjoying a rare day together, away from the relentless schedule of a professional wrestler.
SAM CHATMAN: Looking down at Whitney with a smile “So, what do you think, Whitney? Should we get those sneakers you were eyeing earlier?”
WHITNEY CHATMAN: *Beaming* “Yes, Daddy! And maybe we can check out some toys too?”
SAM CHATMAN: “Of course, we can. But first, how about we catch that 'Aquaman And The Lost Kingdom' movie? I’ve heard it’s pretty good.”
WHITNEY CHATMAN: *Excitedly* “Yes! I love Aquaman!”
The pair make their way to the Regal Cinemas within the mall. As they settle into their seats, the lights dim, and the movie begins. Samuel finds himself surprisingly engrossed in the film, a side of himself he rarely gets to indulge.
SAM CHATMAN: *Whispering to Whitney during a particularly exciting scene* “You know, superheroes always remind me a bit of what I do in the ring. Fighting the good fight, standing up to challenges.”
WHITNEY CHATMAN: *Whispering back* “You’re like a superhero, Daddy. You're my hero.”
Samuel smiles, a warmth filling his heart. The movie continues, both father and daughter completely absorbed in the cinematic world of superheroes and adventures. As the film ends and they walk out of the cinema, Samuel feels a sense of contentment. These simple moments with Whitney are precious, a reminder of what truly matters in his life.
SAM CHATMAN: *Smiling* “Did you enjoy the movie, princess?”
Whitney: *Skipping alongside him* “I loved it! Aquaman is so cool! But not as cool as you, Daddy.”
Samuel laughs, taking her hand as they head towards the food court. It's a brief respite, a moment of peace before the inevitable attention that comes with being a public figure with cell phones and social media posts. For now, though, he cherishes the simplicity of being a father, of spending time with his daughter, away from the spotlight and the pressure of the ring.
Samuel Chatman, having settled his daughter Whitney at a table with her food in the bustling food court, turns to face the throng of press and fans that have gathered around him. He stands confidently, his eyes scanning the crowd as they eagerly await his words.
SAM CHATMAN: *Raising his voice to be heard over the crowd* "Alright, everyone, let's get to it. You're all here because you want to know about the upcoming WGWF X-Division Title Qualifying Match against Jetta Tall-Tide."
The crowd quiets, cameras and phones pointed at him, capturing every moment.
SAM CHATMAN: "First off, let's acknowledge that Jetta is new to this. She's stepping into a world where every match, every move, every decision counts. And I respect that. Starting out isn't easy, and she’s already shown she’s got the heart and the drive."
He pauses, his gaze steady and serious.
SAM CHATMAN: "But here’s the irony - in her quest to make a name for herself, her first big match is against me, Samuel Chatman, the WGWF Gatekeeper. A title I've not only carried but elevated in the last year. It’s a tough draw, but in this business, to be the best, you have to beat the best."
The crowd murmurs in agreement, the anticipation building.
SAM CHATMAN: "Jetta's got some impressive moves, no doubt. The 'Hoist The Colors', 'Keelhauled', 'Shark Bait', they're dynamic, they're exciting. But I've been in the ring with the best of the best. I've faced every style, every strategy. And I've come out on top."
He shifts his weight, his confidence unshakable.
SAM CHATMAN: "This match, it's going to be a test for both of us. Jetta wants to prove she belongs here, and I respect that. But here's the thing, I'm hungry. Hungry to show that the WGWF Gatekeeper isn't just a title, it's a legacy. And I will not be denied."
He leans in slightly, his voice intensifying.
SAM CHATMAN: "So, Jetta, if you’re listening, know this - you’ve got a fight on your hands. I'm excited to see what you bring to the ring because I know you’ve got the spirit. But make no mistake, I'm coming with everything I've got. I'm going to push you, test you, and see if you really have what it takes."
He glances back at Whitney for a moment, then returns his focus to the crowd.
SAM CHATMAN: "This Monday Night Smash, it's not just another match. It's a battle, a clash of wills, and only one of us can come out on top. Jetta, I hope you're ready, because I am. And I’m not just fighting for a title; I'm fighting to maintain a legacy. It’s going to be one hell of a match."
Samuel Chatman, having momentarily turned his back on the press to check on Whitney, refocuses on the sea of reporters and fans. Their anticipation for more is evident in their eager faces.
SAM CHATMAN: *Clearing his throat, his voice rings out with renewed vigor* "You know, there's something more to be said about Jetta and the guts it takes to step into a match of this magnitude."
The crowd leans in, hanging onto his every word.
SAM CHATMAN: "Jetta Tall-Tide, she's not just any rookie. She's a wrestler who's chosen to dive into the deep end, to challenge herself against a seasoned veteran like me. That takes courage, a rare kind of bravery that you don't often see."
He nods, acknowledging Jetta's spirit.
SAM CHATMAN: "This isn't just a regular match. This is a WGWF X-Division Title Qualifying Match. The stakes are sky-high, and the pressure? It's enough to crush diamonds. For Jetta, this is her opportunity to prove she’s more than just a dynamic set of moves and a compelling backstory."
He shifts his stance, his expression one of respect mixed with determination.
SAM CHATMAN: "And I get it. The allure of the ring, the roar of the crowd, the thrill of competition – it's intoxicating. But it's also a place where dreams are tested, where you find out what you're truly made of. Jetta’s got the heart of a pirate, but Monday Night Smash, it's not the high seas. It's my domain, my turf."
The crowd murmurs, sensing the gravity of his words.
SAM CHATMAN: "To clash in a match like this, it's about more than just physical strength or technical skill. It's about mental fortitude, the ability to endure, to adapt, to overcome. And that's what I'm bringing to the ring. Experience, resilience, and an unyielding will to win."
He pauses, letting his words sink in.
SAM CHATMAN: "Jetta, if you're out there listening, remember this – you've chosen a path that many wouldn't dare to tread. That's commendable. But come Monday Night, it's going to be a trial by fire. I'm going to push you to your limits, test your resolve, challenge every ounce of your spirit."
His voice grows more intense, more passionate.
SAM CHATMAN: "So bring your best, Jetta. Bring your agility, your speed, your cunning. Because I'll be bringing mine. And let's show the WGWF Universe what it really means to fight for a dream, to clash with everything on the line. This match, it's going to be one for the ages."
Samuel Chatman, his demeanor a mix of frustration and determination, continues to address the crowd, his voice growing more intense.
SAM CHATMAN: "And you know what? At least Jetta is doing something. She's stepping up, unlike some others on the Smash brand. Speaking of which, let's talk about the state of the Smash brand. People like J Mont get all riled up when Smash is called the 'B' show, but guess what? He's a big part of why it's seen that way. If he truly cared about Smash, he'd keep his bullshit off Monday Night Brawl. But, a clown is as a clown does. When you are past your prime, you just need to be seen not getting the memo that no one gives a flying fuck about on either brand. You know and everyone on the Smash brand knows you can’t really cut it in the ring with the WGWF Elite. Sure, you win trinkets elsewhere but what about your home base? Let that sink in."
The crowd listens, a mix of surprise and agreement in their reactions.
SAM CHATMAN: "And speaking of clowns, let's not forget our Smash Champion, Enigma. What has he done since he won that belt? Let me tell you, nothing. He joined a faction he didn't need, becoming third string at best. He spends more time on Monday Night Brawl than leading his own show. Instead of leading the roster, he's busy fetching cucumber water for J Mont and Amber Mansley, painting their toes by the fireplace. They keep him around so J Mont can play pretend, controlling the champion to feel like he's the one wearing the belt."
His words are sharp, cutting through the air.
SAM CHATMAN: "And this upcoming title match with John Cable? Who cares? Cable can't even control his own gimmick, refuses to lift a finger to fix it and reclaim HIS shit, and we're expected to take him seriously? He's got time travel, and the best he can do is this? If we didn’t care about that before we definitely don’t care about it now. Your title match is filler, bro. It’s a pity match to shut you up and send back to the bottom of the ladder where you belong. You've got a roster full of talent, and it's being wasted, obsessed with Monday Night Brawl."
He shakes his head, his frustration evident.
SAM CHATMAN: "I'm sick of it. People like me, like Edward Grado, we've delivered solid performances, we've given our all to this brand. And now, it's time for me to step up. It's time to claim that X-Division title, give Smash a champion that people care to watch and start making people put some respect on the Smash brand. We've been overlooked for too long."
He glances back at Whitney, then returns his focus to the press.
SAM CHATMAN: "I'm not just doing this for me. I'm doing it for the wrestlers who bust their asses every week, for the fans who tune in expecting to see greatness. I'm doing it for the future of Smash. So, watch closely. Because I'm about to shake things up, make some noise, and show everyone what the Smash brand is really about. It's time to bring the spotlight where it belongs. Jetta, let’s go out here and steal the entire fucking show!"
With a final, defiant look, Samuel turns and walks back to Whitney, his statement made, his intent clear. The crowd buzzes with excitement and anticipation, the WGWF Universe now keenly aware that a new era for the Smash brand might just be on the horizon.
Samuel Chatman rejoins his daughter Whitney at their table in the food court. The press, having gotten their soundbites, begins to dissipate, granting them a much-needed reprieve. Whitney, with the innocence and joy of a child, playfully smears a bit of her ice cream on Sam's nose, her laughter echoing in the busy food court.
WHITNEY CHATMAN: *Giggling mischievously* "Look, Daddy, you've got a little something there!"
SAM CHATMAN: *Chuckling, the weight of his wrestling persona momentarily lifted* "Oh, do I now?"
He wipes off the ice cream with his finger, pretending to scrutinize it before popping it into his mouth, much to Whitney's delight.
SAM CHATMAN: *Smiling warmly at her* "Got to make sure none of that goes to waste, right?"
WHITNEY CHATMAN: *Still giggling* "Daddy, you were so cool up there! You sounded just like a superhero. I know you’re going to save Monday Night Smash!"
SAM CHATMAN: *His eyes softening with affection* "That's the plan, princess. But you know, it's you who gives me the superpowers. When I think about what kind of world I want for you, it makes me want to fight harder."
He gently ruffles her hair, his pride in her evident.
SAM CHATMAN: "And hey, I've got to make sure Monday Night Smash is a place you can be proud of, right? Not just for me, but for all the young fans who watch, dreaming of becoming wrestlers themselves one day."
WHITNEY CHATMAN: *Beaming up at him* "I'm always proud of you, Daddy. You're the best!"
Samuel: *Grinning, he leans closer to whisper* "And between you and me, saving Monday Night Smash might require some superhero moves. So I better start practicing, huh?"
The pair share a laugh, their bond unshakable amidst the chaos of Samuel's wrestling career. As they continue their day, enjoying each other's company, it's clear that for Samuel, these moments with Whitney are his true championship victories.