It was good to be back in Florida. More importantly it was good to be back in Miami, back home. It has been a long time since I had been back to my own house and traveling is a motherfucker when you’re the literal manifestation of a Workhorse. From Arizona to Chicago to Vegas to Boston and all points in between. It’s been a hell of a time these past few weeks with both ups and downs. All of that is in the past however and I need to focus on the here and now. That meant Tampa this Saturday night against a man I once called a friend in Conor Fuse.
I walked up to the front of my home while carrying the two bags of luggage I had with me on the road. Placing them down for a moment, I fished my keys from my pocket then unlocked the front door. Grabbing my bags once again I entered inside before closing the door behind me. I noticed the television in the living room was on and my sister Bailey was seated on the couch barely paying attention to it. The sound of the front door closing snapped her attention towards me as she shot up off of the couch. Bailey raced towards me and wrapped her arm around me before I could even place my bags down.
“You’re home!” Bailey exclaimed as she squeezed me as tightly as she could.
“That I am and in one piece.” I said jokingly.
“Why do you have more bags now than you did when you left?” Bailey was curious but refused to let go of the hug.
“Oh… well seeing as I’ve been gone a long time and all. I just started buying new clothing to wear as I went along. Needed a new suitcase to carry it all back here with me.” I said while looking down at the top of Bailey’s head.
Bailey released her hug and then looked me up and down for a moment. I placed the bags down onto the floor, but Bailey started hitting me as hard as she could in the arm and chest with both of her hands.
“You are in so much trouble!” Bailey growled as she continued to hit me.
“What the fuck?!” I used my other arm to try and fend off her attacks.
“You know exactly what you did.” Bailey said in a stern tone.
“I actually have no idea what you’re talking about. Can I at least sit down before you lecture me on everything I’ve supposedly done wrong?” I tilted my head and put on the cheesiest grin that I could muster.
Bailey stopped hitting me finally then rolled her eyes before gesturing towards the couch. I didn’t complain and gladly walked over and took a seat down onto the cushioned piece of furniture. Bailey followed and sat down beside me on the couch facing me directly instead of the television.
“So, what have you been up to since you left for Arizona?” Bailey asked sweetly like she wasn’t just beating me to death a second ago.
“Well, clearly STRONK and I didn’t become the first ever HOTv World Tag Team Champions but that will be rectified in due time. I put plans in motion to take over OCW in the name of Lee Best and HOW. Spent some time in Vegas and did some gambling. I won ten grand actually.” I said with a satisfied smile on my face.
“Very good, I’m so happy for you.” Bailey smiles genuinely before starting to hit me with both hands all over again. “You’re such an asshole!”
“Okay Bi-polar Betty, calm down. What the hell is this about?!” I asked angrily as I grabbed both of Bailey’s hands to stop her from hitting me.
“You didn’t take Madison with you when you left for Arizona.” Bailey rolled her eyes again.
“…And?” I glared blankly trying to connect the dots.
“She’s your manager!” Bailey shouted.
“Duh, but what does that have to do with not taking her to Arizona with me? I wasn’t in a wrestling match at Dead or Alive. It was a fight inside of a Saloon. Having her there for that would have been more than useless.” I admitted.
“Is that what you think of her?!” Bailey struggled to free her hands to start hitting me again.
“Use your words!” I shouted back at Bailey while keeping a grip on her hands.
“Ugh, fine!” Bailey yanked her hands away from me then folded her arms across her chest as she leaned back onto the couch properly. “You went off without Madison all this time knowing she wanted to go with you and be by your side. Regardless of if you needed her there or not. Then not only do you not call, text, or check up on her or me… you go and make a spectacle out of yourself on Twitter with some girl named Samantha Tolson.”
“I’m still not seeing the issue here.” I shook my head.
“The issue, bro, is that you know Madison likes you. Like she REALLY likes you and yet all you’ve done is treat her like shit. How do you think it makes her feel to find out that not only did you ditch her to fly off all over the place but also happened to be shacking up with another woman?” Bailey cut her eyes in my direction.
“Okay, first off it doesn’t matter if Madison REALLY likes me or not. We have a manager and wrestler relationship. She knew this before getting into things and nothing has changed in that aspect…” Bailey cuts me off.
“Except for the fact that you and she are sexually involved and gee, I don’t know… the fact that she lives with you and shares a bed with you?!” Bailey throws her hands into the air in frustration.
“There is such a thing as friends with benefits, Bailey. Like I said, nothing has changed between Madison and I. I am single and I am free to do what I want with whoever I want to. Madison has operated the same way from day one. She has an Onlyfans site and actively has sex with both me and women for said site.” I protested in defense of my own actions.
“Yeah, but that’s just work. I’m talking about real actual feelings. Not as a content creator on Onlyfans or a manager of the ‘King of Everything’ in HOW and wherever else. I’m talking about you as a person.” Bailey reached out and poked me in the chest with her index finger.
“And YOU know exactly what happened when I got involved with the last woman that liked me as a person. I went and married her and it went all to shit. She cheated on me and then claimed the baby she was pregnant with was mine. I’m not trying to get involved in a messy relationship situation right now. I’m focused on my career and being the best wrestler humanly possible.” I swatted Bailey’s finger from my chest.
“Yet, you not only went and had a one-night stand with a woman you BARELY knew but then you had to go back and do it again, and then decide a third time was a good idea too. You shared a bed with this woman and made the whole situation public as fuck! You went and got yourself a girlfriend without even talking to Madison first, you jerk!” Bailey reaches up and slaps me across the back of the head.
“Samantha isn’t my girlfriend. I’m still just a single guy out there living his life!” I rubbed the back of my head.
“She’s taken you into a strip club, onto a private jet, and let you inside of her home. She might as well have lifted her leg and peed around you because you’ve been marked dumbass. Maybe if you take Madison with you to Tampa this weekend you can start to mend some fences.” Bailey runs her fingers through her hair.
“Yeahhhhhhh, I kind of can’t do that.” I said while nervously laughing a bit.
“What did you do now?!” Bailey narrowed her eyes.
“Samantha is meeting me in Tampa on Thursday and we’re going to travel together for a while or at least until she has to go and take care of other commitments. But still, she isn’t my girlfri…” I paused for a moment.
Bailey snapped her head towards me with eyes widened and a ‘are you really that stupid’ look on her face.
“…FUCK I might be in a relationship.” I sighed.
“No shit, Sherlock but what you need to do right now is go upstairs and talk to that poor girl. She’s locked herself in your bedroom and has done nothing but scroll through all the tweets between you and Samantha over and over again.” Bailey extended her arm and pointed towards the stairs.
This was the last thing that I wanted to do but reluctantly I got up off of the couch and made my way up the stairs. I made my way down the hallway until I reached the closed door of my bedroom. I grabbed the doorknob and tried to open it but it was locked. I took a deep breath and exhaled before knocking on the door.
“Madison, open up it’s me… I want to talk.” I said loud enough to be heard through the closed door but there was no answer.
“I know you’re upset but I can explain everything that’s happened if you would just unlock the door.” There was a bit more annoyance in my voice but still no answer came from inside.
“Goddammit Madison, I have a huge match on Chaos this week. I need to focus my attention on Conor Fuse and not this High School drama bullshit. Open this door and at least let me get some clean clothes for the trip!” I reached up and started banging on the door repeatedly.
Finally, after a few moments the bedroom door is unlocked and opened. Madison stands there without any makeup on. Her hair looked like she hadn’t tended to it in about a week. Madison is holding a handful of my clothing and tosses it to the floor outside of the bedroom before slamming the door shut and locking it again.
“Really?!” I groaned as I looked down at the random pile of clothing.
Suddenly my pocket begins to vibrate and the sound of STRONK’s theme song begins to play because it happens to be my ringtone. I pull the phone out of my pocket and look down at the screen to see that it’s my mother that is calling. I rub my free hand down my face in frustration before accepting the call and raising the phone to my ear.
“Hello?” My voice was short and uninviting.
“What is going on? I can’t see you!” The voice of my mother echoes from the phone.
“You can’t see me because you called me instead of using Facetime.” I explained.
“What is the difference?” My mother asked in a confused manner.
“I don’t have the patience or time to explain it to you at the moment. Just hang up and I’ll do it.” I lowered the phone and ended the call before she could respond.
I cycled through my apps on the phone until pressing down to Facetime my mother. I stand there waiting for longer than needed while she tries to figure out how to accept. Right before I get totally fed up and put my phone away my mother accepts, and her face appears on the screen.
“There you are!” My mother exclaims with a smile on her face.
“Yeah, I’m here but I don’t have a lot of time to chit chat.” I responded while trying not to look annoyed.
“I can’t believe you’ve been traveling all around and went all the way up to Boston without stopping by to visit me.” My mother instantly began her guilt trip.
“You live in New York City, not Boston and I was only there on business. I am home now, and I’ve got a bit of a situation on my hands.” The sooner I could end this conversation the better.
“Speaking of which, I am sorry to hear about Dennis pressing charges and having you arrested. He is simply a dreadful human being.” My mother said with a disgusted look on her face.
“It was to be expected but as long as he’s not bothering you then I can handle it.” I closed my eyes and tried to think of a way to end this sooner.
“Have you figured out who is going to represent you in court against him?” My mother inquired.
“I’ll just get Bailey to do it.” I waved my free hand dismissively.
“Oh, I don’t want you to get your sister involved in this. I know she would do it in a heartbeat but that is still her biological father. You need to find another option because you wouldn’t be a very good big brother if you made her pick a side between two family members.” And here came the lecturing.
“Fine, I get it. I’ll find someone else to do it.” I opened my eyes just to roll them.
“Speaking of which…” My mother paused for a moment as she glanced away from her phone. “…I just wanted to thank you for all you’ve done to help me free myself from Dennis. I know you wouldn’t accept any kind of gift I could purchase so I came up with another way to thank you.”
“Okay?” I was only half paying attention at this point.
“I got in contact with your biological father, and I don’t know if anything will come of it, but I gave him your phone number and address.” My mother confessed.
A million different thoughts and emotions ran through my body and mind in an instant. I just stood there frozen in time as I tried to process the bombshell that had just been dropped on me. I lost the ability to say anything coherent, so I did the only thing that made sense to me at the time. That was to end the Facetime conversation with my mother without saying a word.
“FUCK!!!” I screamed while raising my head towards the ceiling.
I breathed heavily for a few moments trying to wrap my head around what just happened. That wasn’t exactly possible at the present time, so I decided to just shove it away and focus on what actually made sense. That was beating Conor Fuse on Chaos this Saturday night in Tampa. I turned off my phone and shoved it back into my pocket before grabbing a random selection of clothing from the pile on the floor. I stormed down the stairs back over towards my bags and grabbed everything I could think of at the moment. I couldn’t get to Tampa fast enough.
Can I still call you Conor? Or are we not on a first name basis anymore? I’m sure you’ll let me know one way or another come Saturday night. I look forward to it really, but I guess it is only possible for me to look forward to facing you because you didn’t get your way at Dead or Alive.
Since you know… you indirectly stated if you got your way, that you wanted to murder me.
But don’t worry, I didn’t get my way either at Dead or Alive because I’m not one half of the HOTv World Tag Team Champions at the moment. STRONK and I had a few issues during that match and a couple of things need to be worked out but trust in the fact that they will be worked out. Then the STRONKEST Man Alive and yours truly will capture those titles and make them as prestigious as they deserve to be.
But that’s the future… Conor, you are my present obstacle.
Let’s cut to the chase, shall we? I could sit here and wax poetic about you being the ‘Video Game Kid’ and make all the metaphors in the world about that but I’m not going to bother. That is what everyone does with you, Conor. They see the wrestling gear and the controllers, and they fixate on that. I know better than anyone else there are more layers to Conor Fuse as a person than just the Gamer nerd.
I know what you’re going through Conor.
You have this hatred, this obsession with me because you’re misplacing your anger. You hit the proverbial wall that everyone that sticks around HOW long enough hits. You and I are not so different. When I first joined HOW I went on a killer undefeated streak but with you it took a bit of time before you were able to put it all together. Either way, both of our HOW rookie campaigns led to winning the HOW World Championship belt. Each one of us won the belt in big time PPV main events when hardly anyone gave us a chance at victory.
You did it once but soon lost it right after, but that second reign?
You let it go to your head. You let it consume you. You got to the top of the mountain and thought no one could knock you off. You were feeling yourself to the point you started to alienate everyone around you. You got too big for your own britches, Conor, and you didn’t realize just how far you could fall. I did the same thing in my first reign as HOW World Champion. I went through Mike Best at RATR. I beat both Brad Jackson and Rhys Townsend at ICONIC. I made history as the only HOW World Champion to compete in the LBI and walk out as the winner of the entire tournament to retain the belt.
And then the realization hit me.
I was approaching the record for longest reign with 97red during that era. I started strutting around like my shit didn’t stink. I started bragging and acting like I was invincible which caused me to end up defending the belt against Rhys Townsend, one day after breaking the record for longest reign, on a weekly show live from an arena he owned at the time. Naturally, just like you, I fell off the damn mountain and I fell hard. After that? I was lost. I didn’t know where to go or what to do with myself. I was out of the title picture, and I had no idea how to recover from being embarrassed by losing the HOW World Championship belt in such a fashion.
I feuded with Kirsta fuckin’ Lewis for a longgggg fucking time because what else was I supposed to do?
This is where you are right now, Conor. You’re lost and don’t know where to go or what to do with yourself. You were hot shit and invincible until Lee Best came back. Once Lee dressed you down and made you slink back into your shell it all changed. You didn’t have that protective armor of arrogance to shield you from your mistakes and it cost you. But I know you want answers so here it is, Conor.
The fact that I left the AoA had nothing to do with you.
I had a choice heading into War Games earlier this year. You were the HOW World Champion. A belt that I have always had my eyes on. Then there was Jatt. Or should I say, Simon. We were small in numbers, Conor. So, why would I want to walk into a no-win situation? Why would I want to carry the AoA banner with you when neither one of us had any real connection to the name or the history of that group? Mario left because that’s what Mario does. Jatt was going through an identity crisis and you? You were the guy. You had what everyone wanted.
My choices were to help you try to win and retain what was yours. Or to join the winning side and have a chance to pin you in the middle of the ring.
And yeah, that didn’t happen, but I did gain my spot in the Hall of Fame. I did become the Wrestler of the Year for 2021. I gained a role of importance in the one place that I’ve called home. The one and only place that could drag my retired ass off of my couch and back into the fire with a simple phone call. I became a trainer at the best facility in the world. I got to surround myself with other Hall of Famers and the man that signs my paycheck. What would I have had as a member of the AoA? Your friendship? Someone to hang out with on the weekends? Yeah, I know what I said back then. I tried to do things YOUR way. But I was never meant to be someone that played the hero. I have always had a win at any costs attitude, and I thought… that just maybe if I stuck it out. If I tolerated the other two long enough.
I could teach you that same attitude.
And I did. It took me turning my back on you but now… You have that kill or be killed attitude. You have the tools you need to be everything that you need to be. You’re mad at me now but when your career is over. When you have that spot in the HOW Hall of Fame. You’ll come and thank me. Just like you did with Jatt. I’ll be the Villain in the story of Conor Fuse for now. I will collide in the ring with you as heated rivals and not as best friends in a friendly exhibition. I don’t care what you think about me at the moment. I will push you, and push you, and push you some more until it clicks inside of your skull. Until you realize that awful mistakes you keep making siding with people that will ultimately let you down. Just like Mario, Lindsay, Teddy, Zion, Jatt, and finally Bobbinette Carey. You can’t see it now… but if New Age Conor was still around then he’d tell you.
But I get it. You’ve got a hitlist and the #1 guy isn’t around to feel your wrath.
You want to be mad at Farthington, but where the fuck is he?
Trust me, I don’t like the guy as much as you don’t like him but now you’ve put that hatred solely on me. You think that somehow killing me or putting me on the shelf for good is going to magically right the ship for you and lead you back to the top of that mountain. I can tell you from experience that it doesn’t work that way. Yes, you made your triumphant return and now you’re a badass in a mask. So… now what?
What will Conor Fuse do when he realizes win or lose that he can’t kill me or put me in a retirement home for good?
I’m a big mountain to climb, Conor.
And at this point in your career after what happened?
You should be afraid of heights.
Two days later here in Tampa, I was still kind of spiraling after everything that has happened in the past few weeks. Having my mother ultimately tell me that she gave my personal information to my biological father without my permission was a lot to deal with for me. I was parked outside of a place called Metro Diner here in Tampa and I was pacing back and forth. All I’ve done in the last 48 hours is drive, sleep, train, and eat… lots of fucking eating. My anxiety liked to make me believe I was hungry 24/7. I would be eating again within the hour for sure but that wasn’t important. What was important at this present moment was that I had my cell phone in my hand, and I was in the middle of a Facetime conversation with Devin.
“Like seriously, why? Of all the things that she could possibly do… why this?!” I was talking way too loudly to be in a public parking lot in front of a diner.
“Well, like I’ve told you five different times now. You need to relax and get your mind off of it. #1 You don’t know if he’ll even bother and #2 If he does, you never know. It might not be the worst thing in the world.” Devin tried to use logic as a means to make me compose myself.
“Might not be the worst thing in the world? The guy walked out and never looked back before I was even born! Like, why would she think I might want to build a relationship with a complete fucking stranger?!” I waved my free hand into the air wildly while continuing to pace.
“He’s not a stranger, he’s your real father.” I couldn’t believe he said that with a straight face.
“NO! Absolutely not! FUCK THAT! My real father was the man that raised me. The man that took me in when I was living on the streets. The man that trained me to be a professional wrestler. My Uncle Charles is the only father figure I will ever recognize and he’s dead now.” What I wouldn’t give to talk to my uncle at a time like this.
“Okay, fair point but also, you’re reacting to this without even knowing anything about the guy. You’re passing judgment in an unknown situation at the moment.” Devin said condescendingly before taking a drink from a beer in his hand.
I stopped pacing and just stared down at the phone in my hand. The look on my face told Devin all he needed to know about my feelings over what he just said.
“Right, not the time. Understood, subject change. Tell me more about the woman problems you’re having.” Devin had a shit eating smirk on his face.
“Ugh, it’s not really a problem. It’s just Madison getting caught in her own feelings because I haven’t rolled over and professed my undying love to her. She’s upset over the fact that I’ve been traveling without her the last few weeks and decided to have a thing with another female. And of course, seeing as how she convinced my sister to move in with us, Bailey is totally taking her side in the matter against me and Samantha.” I stopped and took a breath after rambling.
“You couldn’t get with my sister, so you had to bang someone with the same name as her?” The smirk and joy in Devin’s demeanor were nowhere to be found in an instant.
“What makes you think I won’t still bang your sister?” I raised an eyebrow and laughed for the first time since returning to Florida two days ago.
“Fuck you, suffer all alone. Asshole!” Devin flipped me off and immediately ended the Facetime call.
I leaned against the back of my car and sighed. The momentary laughter was not enough to keep me from stressing out about everything. I started to get lost in my own thoughts until a random teenager walked up to me in the parking lot and spoke.
“Bro, you’re Jace Parker Davidson! I knew HOW was in town, but I didn’t think I’d roll up on a legit Hall of Famer here of all places. Would it be too much trouble if I asked for an autograph?” The teenager tried to play it cool like he wasn’t totally starstruck.
“Autograph? Tell you what… how would you like an autograph plus twenty dollars for literally doing absolutely nothing?” It was a dumb question since I knew he would already walk-through fire just to continue to speak to me.
“Fuck yeah! What do I have to do?” He asked, not being able to contain his excitement.
“Just hold my phone steady, record everything I say, and don’t say a fucking word.” The teenager nodded before I could even finish.
I handed my cell phone over to him and I didn’t need to explain to him how to point the phone and record a video. I pulled myself away from the back of my car to stand up straight and began speaking.
“You know you’re an HOW superstar when you’re in a PPV quality match and it is not even the main event of Saturday night’s Chaos. The first Chaos in my home state of Florida. It’s not Miami, granted, but it’s fucking close. And for the first time ever the people here in Tampa and around the world are going to witness Jace Parker Davidson vs. Conor Fuse one on one inside of the ring.”
I paused for a moment trying to drown out the background noise of midday Tampa.
“It’s a match you’ve wanted Conor, it’s a match the entire world has wanted. And frankly, it’s a match that I am not going to shy away from. I won’t stand here and lie to you people. I never had Conor Fuse high on the list of people that I wanted to step into the ring with and punch in the face. He didn’t even crack the top ten for me. However, I will give you credit where it is due, Conor. You suffered the worst defeat of your career at War Games and here you are back on the horse and chomping at the bit to step into the ring with me one on one. That is more than I can say with some of the soft skinned people on the OCW roster or a beta male like Sebastian Everett-Bryce.”
I shook my head at the simple mention of that man’s name after what happened Monday night.
“Those people live in fear and cower in their safe spaces clutching their security blankets. Not you, you came back with a head of steam and jumped right into the fire. You want revenge against me, no matter how twisted your logic is, and I respect that. Doesn’t mean it isn’t stupid though. Don’t get me wrong, I know you’re massively talented Conor. I’m not going to obnoxiously say that I’m going to steam roll right through you in the middle of the ring regardless of how long you’ve been away from an actual wrestling ring. You, on the other hand, need to check your ego and your attitude at the door.”
I tilted my head towards the phone a bit before I continued.
“Going around on Twitter asking me when is the last time I’ve been HOW World Champion? Being the eager little monkey that you are is one thing but don’t slap your dick on the table like you aren’t chalked full of failures. The problem with you, Conor, is that you make poor decisions. It was a poor decision to side with Lindsay Troy and Grapplers 214 going into your first War Games match. It was a mistake to stick with the AoA when it was clear Mario and Jatt weren’t going to be able to pull their own weight. It was a mistake to think writing a letter to me was going to make up for being greedy and replacing me in the Maurako Cup with David Noble. It was a bad decision to screw over David Noble instead of trusting your own God given talent to overcome a man that wasn’t cut to make it here in HOW.”
I crossed my arms over my chest and nodded a little bit.
“It was a mistake to draft the team you did going into War Games a few months ago when I was sitting there on the draft board in the fourth fucking round. It was a fucking awful mistake to think that just because Arthur Pleasant was LSD Champion at the time that he could hold a fucking candle to me. It was a mistake not to listen to me when I told you to come join the winning side and be an asset to The Board. Look at where that got you. You walked into one of the most dangerous matches in HOW having to depend on the likes of Darin Zion and Xander Azula when you passed up people like Christopher America and STRONK. All of that and you still haven’t learned your lesson because here you are doing it all over again with Bobbinette Carey.”
I lowered my head and chuckled a little bit before composing myself.
“Seriously Conor? Bobbinette Carey? I mean sure, she’s a Hall of Famer but she’s a Hall of Famer in the same sense that Scott Stevens is a Hall of Famer. Yet, you made it a point to become her BFF. You went out of your way to help her and save her from the ass kicking that she clearly had coming? Why? What fucking redeeming quality do you see in Bobbinette Carey? You do realize that this is the same woman that goddamn Scottywood decided he needed a break from, right? The same woman that screwed Scottywood out of 97red when he put his share of HOW ownership on the line. The same woman that only walked out of War Games back in the day because she screwed Shane Reynolds of 97red. And you want to go after me for being an asshole? She’s the motherfucker that you need to be trying to take out of HOW, not me.”
I narrowed my eyes towards the phone as my tone was getting angrier.
“I get it though, when you pretty much fucked up with a majority of the roster it gets lonely being all by yourself. I hate to be the one to break it to you, Conor, but no matter how much you love it. Those titties aren’t going to be producing any chocolate milk for ya. One day soon Conor, you’ll get tired of swinging wild haymakers and hitting absolutely fucking nothing. You’ll wise up to all the bad decisions you’ve made time and time again. Then maybe you’ll finally listen to someone that has been where you’ve been. You’ll finally realize that I am not your enemy. I am living, breathing proof that you can fall off of the mountain top, be lost in the mix but come back even stronger than before. You might be a two-time HOW World Champion, but I am the 2021 Wrestler of the Year. I am the current HOW LSD Champion. I am an HOW Hall of Famer that got in on talent and not goodwill in this company.”
I stepped closer towards the teenager holding my phone.
“The ball is in your court Mr. Vintage. You can do it the smart and easy way, or you can continue to make poor decisions and surround yourself with trash. But if that is your choice don’t be surprised when I treat you like said trash and grind you underneath my boot.”
I motioned for the teenager to stop recording and he lowered the phone. He had a goofy grin on his face, happy that he could be here live to see me cut a promo. He just kept staring at me, clearly looking for his autograph and twenty dollars for a job well done. Suddenly the sound of STRONK’s theme song is heard as my phone begins to vibrate in the teenager’s hands. I snatched my phone away from him and looked down at it to see it was Samantha Tolson calling me.
“She’s arrived here in Tampa, sorry kid. I got to take this call and get to the airport.” I turned my back and accepted the call from Samantha.
“But what about my autograph and the twenty bucks you promised me?” The teenager asked but it was futile.
That quickly I had forgotten about the kid’s entire existence. I opened the driver’s side door of my car and stepped inside before slamming the door shut. I continued to talk to Samantha as I started the engine then pulled out of the parking lot. I headed in the direction of the airport where Samantha Tolson’s private jet had landed leaving the teenager standing there disappointed.