Welp, I don don it. I's able ta beat ole Denture an Yostinku. I'm happy bout all'at but now here we goes inta War Games against Her'tage.

Light.

An.

St. Sure.

Oh ma.

White.

An.

Shazam...

Uh oh.

Who'is LaLiberte?

This ole boy betta be a watchin out fer'em ole Her'tage fellas. Heck far, I rekon I betta be more worried bout ma own teammates more'en them ole Her'tage fellas.

Ma maw told me they'd be good days an bad, but gees, I ain't got a clue how ta surv've'is ole battle. I won'r if'n Denture, Yostinku er Korn knows anythin bout'is War Games thang. I's sorta dim ta it.

I heard'at ole Her'tige loss ole Dimond Shazzum. I ain't got nary an idea on how'ta look'at'is.

Now Mr. Ellis tol me'at I could win'is whole War Games thang an get some'em endorsm'nt er somethin. He ain't xplain it good nuff ta me though. I dunno watta endorsm'nt is. Jus hope I ain't gotta get'em ole fake boobies.

Alls I know bout'is War Games is'at Mr. Ellis tol me ta make sure ole Denture ain't get pinned er I's gon'ta lose money. I dunno how, but what Mr. Ellis says is tha gosp'l round'ese parts, well mostly.

They's been a few times where Mr. Ellis ain't tol tha truth but he still makes'at ole paper money. I rekon he makes a few pieces a day. That's why I gots him leadin ma career in pro rasslin. I wanna be makin money like'at one of these ole days.

Bur still I can't und'rstand why I'm sposed ta make sure ole Denture don't get pinned. You'd figure he'd be more worried bout me winnin than ole Denture.

I jus dunno bout all'is. Mr. Ellis wants me ta learn polt'cs befer tha War Games too. I always thought'em ole smart bus'ness suit wearin people learned polt'cs, not none of us ole farm boys.

I rekon eith'r way ole Mr. Ellis has dreams fer me ta uhcompl'sh. I jus don know if'n he knows what he's doin'er talkin bout. I rekon we'll be seein come War Games.

~

Back home in Harlan Co. we find our lovable country bumpkin finishing up his daily chores. He's putting up his shovel and rake after digging new post holes to extend the pig pen.

"Shew, 'at sure was a chore." Sam said as he wiped the sweat from his brow.

He hung the rake and the shovel back up on their hooks. He pulled out his hanky and blew his nose to clear out his sinuses.

"Hey boy, where ya at? Hey boy." Big Sam bellowed.

Sam stepped out from the barn. "Yea, here I am paw?"

"Mr. Ellis is here ta see ya, he's in tha house talkin ta ya maw." Big Sam replied.

"Alright, thanks paw." Sam said as he unbuckled his overalls to take off his under shirt.

Meanwhile, with the Sam's outside Mr. Ellis is inside talking business with Susan, Sam's mother.

The two started discussing Sam signing over the rights to his name.

"I can't believe ya got'em ra sign tha papers Jeffrey. I kinda feel bad bout it, but it’s a money thang more than it is a family thang." Susan said.

Mr. Ellis nodded as he scratched his chin.

"Now if ya boy wins'is ole War Games he'll be worth millions, well maybe thousands. If he can get point, he can do a lot of damage to tha top cont'nders. If'n he could win a title," Mr. Ellis paused. "well, let’s jus say were in tha money, were in tha money. So what do ya thank?"

A sly grin crept up on her face. She has a drink of coffee.

"Well Jeffrey, I think tha betta off money wise that we are, tha betta tha world will be, around here anyway." Susan replied. "So let’s do whatev'r it takes."

The front door creaked as it was opened.

"Where y'all at?" Sam yelled.

Susan looked at Jeffrey. "Shhhh, we'll talk bout'is later."

Mr. Ellis nodded.

"We're in the living room boy. We's jus shootin tha breeze." Mr. Ellis answered.

Sam turned the corner and saw the two sitting close on the couch. It struck Sam odd, but he didn't pay it any attention.

"Hey maw, Mr. Ellis, I'll be back out'cher in a minute, I'ma take a show'r an change clothes. I'll talk at'cha in a few." Sam said as he walked past the two and into the bathroom.

The two continued to chat on the couch as Sam got cleaned up. They hope that they've made the right decision on getting Sam sign the documents so they'll get 95% of his money.

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