"Boy, ya ain't gonna jus lay down an let that ole heifer win tha match. Ya gotta fight her an ya gotta win. If ya don't then yous losin money, respect, self-esteem an tha will ta win against anyone." Mr. Ellis said as he badgered Sam outside on the dusty trail that led to Turner Manor (or Turner Manure for a better name from the stench you smell).

[Sam just stood leaned over into the driver’s side window of Mr. Ellis's newly purchased jalopy listening to all the vile that he was spitting.]

"Yous betta than that, son. You should neva lay down fer anyone. Givin her tha win mean that ya got no respect fer me, yourself, family or even Def'ance Rasslin. You sure ain't wanna disrespect Eric Dane er Elijah Goldman, does ya?" Asked Mr. Ellis who was still trying to think up a way to get Sam away from Tom Sawyer and his clique.

[Sam nodded his head and thought about his rebuttal to Mr. Ellis' words.]

"I...I jus can't hurt na woman Mr. Ellis. If'n I hurt her do ya know how many people'll be mad at me cause of it? I'd be numbacone on Def'ance Rasslin's hit list. They'd be comin from BFE ta get they hands on me." Sam replied to Mr. Ellis as his brain was in system override.

[Mr. Ellis shook is head no as he rolled his almost jaundice colored eyes. He motioned with his left hand for Sam to step back. As Sam stepped back Mr. Ellis opened the door of his jalopy. The creek from the car door let it be known that it had once either been rusted solid or the hinges were about to go out on the door if WD40 wasn't used to attempt to lube it up.]

"Boy, ya jus don't get it do ya?"

[Sam looked from side to side and then submitted into shaking his head no. It truly was unfortunate as Sam tries so hard not to look dumb but his lack of attention span in school has carried over into his young adult life.]

"These here rasslers in Def'ance ain't gonna gang up on ya. If they did who'd be tha moster of a protect'r fer them?"

[Sam liked that and let out a small grin barley showing his slightly yellowing teeth.]

"See, now ya gettin it boy. They don't care about that St. Sure chick. She's jus another chick that thinks she's manlier than any other person in Def'ance." Mr. Ellis said trying to make Sam man up and be the beast that he can be. However, does Sam really see or have any idea what Mr. Ellis is trying to accomplish?

"I rekon, if'n ya say so. Since she ain't part of'em Untouch'bles wiff ole Kai, I'm guess'n'at they ain't gon ta help her." Sam said trying to convince himself that everything is going to be fine.

[Knowing that Sam didn't want to join up or even be friends with the Untouchables, Mr. Ellis kinda fears the worst for Sam but he won't say anything regarding his thoughts on what the Untouchable could and probably will do to him. With Mr. Ellis being as sly and as sneaky as he is this could all be Mr. Ellis's plan to get Sam away from Tom and Eugene, the Good Fight.]

"Yous right boy. She ain't with Kai no more. She's a independ'nt woman or rassler. She's just'a tough ole heifer that needs ta be taken down a notch. She ain't that good. If'n ya was smarter, joinin tha Untouch'bles may've helped out wiff this one. I fear that the ole cult leader Tom is gunna get you hurt, and that don't fly with me." Mr. Ellis said convincing with hopes he'd see that Tom is a bad man, but Sam trusts Tom and believes in his fight for goodness.

"I'm wiff Tom an Dew'y Mr. Ellis. I trust'em an I rekon they trust me too. So I ain't goin ta join up wiff Jeffy an Heidi. I'mma part of tha Good Fight. It's'at simple Mr. Ellis." Sam said trying to finally shut Mr. Ellis up about the Untouchables.

"Fine! It's yer funeral!" Mr. Ellis said as got back in his jalopy and backed out of the long dusty trail that was the Turner's driveway.

[Sam stood there more confused than ever.]

"Whah is goin on here?" Sam asked himself under his breath.

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