Post by RAM on Jul 29, 2023 4:12:27 GMT
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"Well, hunny-bunny?! What's your plan...?"
Present day, 8:30 PM.
It was still quite balmy outside RAM's home in Watauga, but it didn't seem to dampen the spirits inside as he lounged about in his living room sofa, Dr. Pepper in hand. He had company on this night, with Yulia and her "sugar mamma" Shelby plying a naughty version of Street Fighter VI on the PS5.
In other words, the loser of a round had to strip of a piece of clothing.
Shelby was attractive, for the most part. She had blonde hair and a distinctive East Texas twang, a woman in her mid-30s who got her law degree from UT-Austin. Behind her sexy exterior, however, lied a crooked shyster from within, a conniving brown recluse that often got what she wanted by any means necessary.
Ram liked the pairing from the start -- he thought they were perfect for each other.
"Lemme make sure I did my homework on you. You're with the Tarrant County Land and Zoning Commission, right?"
"Yup, that's right! Not to mention I was the one who ended that brought that goofball Gilmore to tears!"
"Like, I don't want no part of your damn sex life! Other than that, I'm guessin' that y'all folks can control what goes on certain pieces of land. Right?"
Shelby nodded. Yulia cursed under her breath in Russian as she last her first round, eventually ripping off her top to reveal part of a one-piece swimsuit. As Ram watched the hijinks unfold in front of him, he took a sip from his favorite drink. He chuckled to himself as Shelby was forced to strip off her T-shirt, revealing the top to a Texas-themed bikini. Yulia cleared her throat and paused the game, looking to take a moment and get down to business.
"The endgame is simple. We cannot have the Revolution Texas Academy competing with my new Palace up in Frisco."
Ram smirked from ear to ear, an idea flashing through his mind.
"Two words, Shelby...eminent domain. Give JJ and Company thirty days to sell the land. If they refuse?!"
The two women's eyes focused on the spikey-haired high school grad, listening intently to what he was saying.
"Then y'all send the cops in and TAKE it by force!"
Yulia smiled before turning off the game. Dam, Ram thought to himself -- disappointed that Naughty Street Fighter would have to wait for another day to reach its conclusion.
"BRILLIANT!"
"Great. I'll see if I can pull some strings."
Shelby put her top back on and giggled at Ram, giving him a slight peck on the cheek for good measure.
"Ya know somethin', big man? For a kid that ain't old enough to buy booze yet, you'd make for a great politician."
Ram blushed, obviously getting a major hard-on.
"heh, I'd rather destroy shit than fix it!"
"You can do that in the political arena, too! Look at Putin in my homeland..."
He snorted at Yulia's quip.
"Was the whole timeline of your country's history littered with crooked oligarchs and shysters, Yulia...? Like readin' Hamlet or somethin'?!"
"You have not experienced Shakespeare until you've read it in the original Russian!"
Both ladies laughed out loud as they got dressed and prepared to head back out the door.
"Whether or not someone like Gilmore or Fiona will comply with a crazy stunt like the one we're about to pull is irrelevant."
Ram paused, watching as Shelby and Yulia gave him friendly waves.
"Either way...we win!"
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"Well, hunny-bunny?! What's your plan...?"
Present day, 8:30 PM.
It was still quite balmy outside RAM's home in Watauga, but it didn't seem to dampen the spirits inside as he lounged about in his living room sofa, Dr. Pepper in hand. He had company on this night, with Yulia and her "sugar mamma" Shelby plying a naughty version of Street Fighter VI on the PS5.
In other words, the loser of a round had to strip of a piece of clothing.
Shelby was attractive, for the most part. She had blonde hair and a distinctive East Texas twang, a woman in her mid-30s who got her law degree from UT-Austin. Behind her sexy exterior, however, lied a crooked shyster from within, a conniving brown recluse that often got what she wanted by any means necessary.
Ram liked the pairing from the start -- he thought they were perfect for each other.
"Lemme make sure I did my homework on you. You're with the Tarrant County Land and Zoning Commission, right?"
"Yup, that's right! Not to mention I was the one who ended that brought that goofball Gilmore to tears!"
"Like, I don't want no part of your damn sex life! Other than that, I'm guessin' that y'all folks can control what goes on certain pieces of land. Right?"
Shelby nodded. Yulia cursed under her breath in Russian as she last her first round, eventually ripping off her top to reveal part of a one-piece swimsuit. As Ram watched the hijinks unfold in front of him, he took a sip from his favorite drink. He chuckled to himself as Shelby was forced to strip off her T-shirt, revealing the top to a Texas-themed bikini. Yulia cleared her throat and paused the game, looking to take a moment and get down to business.
"The endgame is simple. We cannot have the Revolution Texas Academy competing with my new Palace up in Frisco."
Ram smirked from ear to ear, an idea flashing through his mind.
"Two words, Shelby...eminent domain. Give JJ and Company thirty days to sell the land. If they refuse?!"
The two women's eyes focused on the spikey-haired high school grad, listening intently to what he was saying.
"Then y'all send the cops in and TAKE it by force!"
Yulia smiled before turning off the game. Dam, Ram thought to himself -- disappointed that Naughty Street Fighter would have to wait for another day to reach its conclusion.
"BRILLIANT!"
"Great. I'll see if I can pull some strings."
Shelby put her top back on and giggled at Ram, giving him a slight peck on the cheek for good measure.
"Ya know somethin', big man? For a kid that ain't old enough to buy booze yet, you'd make for a great politician."
Ram blushed, obviously getting a major hard-on.
"heh, I'd rather destroy shit than fix it!"
"You can do that in the political arena, too! Look at Putin in my homeland..."
He snorted at Yulia's quip.
"Was the whole timeline of your country's history littered with crooked oligarchs and shysters, Yulia...? Like readin' Hamlet or somethin'?!"
"You have not experienced Shakespeare until you've read it in the original Russian!"
Both ladies laughed out loud as they got dressed and prepared to head back out the door.
"Whether or not someone like Gilmore or Fiona will comply with a crazy stunt like the one we're about to pull is irrelevant."
Ram paused, watching as Shelby and Yulia gave him friendly waves.
"Either way...we win!"
---
Well, well...Nick Danger.
Court is in session -- and I'm presidin' over this bitch.
You know what's sad, boy?! I spent an entire year on probation, tryin' to do the right thing and stayin' out of trouble with the law and all that mess. I had to sit there and toe the line, bein' told to wait my turn and bein' labeled as some sort of codependent child. Then you decided to waltz your way into my old and decrepit house on Bettle Drive, claimin' to be a Savior of Wrestling and practically beggin' to be my tag team partner.
Then...I realized just how much of a mistake that was.
'Cause to you, I was Robin while you were Batman.
A mere sidekick to an arrogant thief who conned his way into a one-on-one title match after never pinnin' me in that trips match a few weeks prior. Oh, yeah...that one where the time ran out and Caleb Cannin retained. The moment you thought you had your day in the limelight, only for it to be taken away from you. Then you let your ego take over as you demanded a rematch at Night of the Immortals, leavin' me to deal with the consolation leftovers in the form of Elijah Lassiter.
Seriously?!
And I'm the one who's the piece of shit of this l'il storyline we're tellin'?!
After EVERYTHING I did to make you into who you are!?!
You couldn't learn the difference between a hammerlock and a kimura without me showin' 'em to you. You couldn't bench press 300 pounds without me spottin' for you all the time. You couldn't even cut a halfway-decent PROMO without me givin' you a pointer here and there. You wouldn't have become a relevant TV Champion in this business without ME pourin' my heart out for nothin' else except cases of Dr. Pepper. Yet instead of showin' just a tiny bit of self-reflection and bein' thankful for everything I ever did for you?
You go out there and claim that Yulia Malakova was merely tryin' to use me, that I came to her and yabba-dabba-pffft.
You're wrong, bubba -- goddamn wrong!
SHE. FOUND! ME!!!
Long after she was left to the curb, horrified 'cause JJ busted her with that damn dildo! Long after you thought it'd be cute to jump in front of me for a TV title shot, even though you never BEAT me the last time! Now the whole wide world is gonna get to see it firsthand -- that you ain't the goody-goody you've always made yourself out to be. You know...it's kind of fitting that the name of this pay-per-view is Bloody Assizes -- 'cause it's askin to bein' put on trial and convicted of a crime that you've committed.
And boy, oh boy...I'm the judge, jury, AND executioner.
Close your eyes and imagine the party we're gonna have at your expense, Nick...we're gonna have ourselves a l'il barbecue at one of them observation spots near the Allegheny River. It'll be fun...we'll be dickin' around, singin' songs and dancin' around the fire like a bunch of drugged out hippies lookin' for that next big craving...only to to find nothin' but S'mores. And your meager legacy? Your FAMILY'S legacy?! Cut down to the bone, carved like a brisket...and buried alongside the stone and concrete that used to be the Revolution Texas Academy.
You'll feel like you've been fucked by a Greyhound bus.
Am I right, boy? -- Or am I bein' used?!
I made you, Nick -- now, I'm gonna BREAK you.
Remember the last time we met one-on-one?! Oh yeah...day one, the night I made your ass scream like a l'il girl ridin' Riddler Revenge of Six Flags. You were so scared, you barely had the balls to even talk about how I'm gonna get my ass kicked up and down that ring! This time, however?! Oh, you'd better be doin' more than just makin' a good argument. You'd better PRAY I don't get my hands on a steel chair or some other weapon -- 'cause you know I'm gonna hurt you and hurt you VERY badly!
I thrive on moments like this one, Nick. You...just signed your death certificate. This night's gonna be a LOT worse than the first time, buddy. 'Cause while you've spent an entire year pretendin' to be the hero and do the right thing, you've only proved that I never needed you around me in the first place. I've made a livin' on the streets before comin' to Imperial, poundin' people who dared so much as to rip a fart in my general direction. Come Bloody Assizes, I'm gonna be standin' over your corpse, celebratin' the biggest night of my career.
The night I declared Marshall Law on the Imperial world.
And I ain't gonna be done after you -- not by a long shot.
This court stands adjourned.
Well howdy there pardner.