Welp, once again its me an ole Tuck'r J. Alst'n rasslin. I dunno bout ya Tuck'r, but I rekon 'is is a bit tarin. I ain't no spring chick'n er nuttin anymore. I'm just a big ole farmhand 'ats been lucky enuff ta be born inta tha Turner family. We's strong willed hard workin peoples 'ats fer sure.

Now while I'm tard of facin ya, I plan in winnin. Ya ain't got notta chance. I'm gonna try ma best ta stomp a ditch line thru ya. Don't ya worry bout ya ex an 'at girly, I'll make sure 'ey got all they needs.

Ya know Tuck'r, ya was livin perty high on tha hog at one time an now ya's down 'ere wiff all us common folks. It must suck ta not be all ya can be anymore. Well 'at made it sound like ya don sumthin in tha military, but naw ya was tha prima donna prom king an 'en ya hit tha stock market, so in reality tha hardest ya ever worked in ya life started here in Def'ance. 'Ats really sad Tuck'r.

So do ya thank 'is is ya dest'ny? Do ya thank 'at yas jus gon ta come inta Def'ance an 'en win sum titles an 'en leave back ta tha goofy world of stock marketin? Well, 'at ain't how all 'is works. Here at Def'ance we's like a dysfunct'onal family. We's like tha mob er sumthin like 'at.

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[Sam and Charlene sit at the kitchen table gazing into each other’s eyes. They looked like star crossed lovers, much like the way Romeo and Juliet reads. Sam reaches out grabbing Charlene’s hand.]

“I’s really glad ya came inta ma life Charlene.” He said with a smile as his eyes dropped down from het sexy lips to her sexy tits.

[She looks at him and smiles. She sees that he has the ole wondering eye and he’s ogling her tits.]

“I believe my eyes are up her Mr. Turner.” She says playfully with a giggle.

“I can’t he’p it, I’m a titty man darlin. I loves me sum tits in tight shirts, it turns me on.” He gloated.

“Pfft.” She exhaled. “You need to be focusing on Tucker and Chance instead of my boobs. They’re both tough and you have to be on you’re a game. You can’t just keep trying to wing this Sam. You have to be ready.” She explained.

[He nodded his head in agreement and slipped in one more look at Charlene’s cleavage.]

[Charlene’s chest was nowhere near the 44DD chest that Kim had, but they were shaped nicer and didn’t sag as much as Kim’s did. However Sam missed those big huge rock hard glass cutting nipples that Kim had. But the main thing was the good ole country boy stole Chance’s girl, that’s all that matters.]

“I knows it. I rekon I’m ready fer ole Tuck’r. I doubt his minds gunna be on ‘is match. He prolly gunna be thankin bout his kid, er I hope he is anyway. If’n he is I’ll can surely beat him, if’n he ain’t, well maybe I can get ‘at freak roll up outta nowheres.” He boasted.

[This just doesn’t seem like it’s the same Sam Turner Jr. that we’ve seen for over a year.]

[This is a different Sam, but why?]

[Is it Charlene and her tits? Was this the real plan of Chance Von Crank, to get Sam off his game?]

[What’s wrong with the Rednek Reker?]

“You can’t be like that. How many times have you beat Tucker?” She said as her voice rose.

He shook his head. “None.” He whispered under his breath like a small child after being scolded by his parents.

[Sam stood up and looked out the kitchen window at the farm that he helped save from foreclosure.]

“Your right, Char. I rekon I gots ta get ma butt in gear an focus on Tuck’r so I can get back up ‘at ladder an knock Chance down a few rungs.” He said with a positive voice.

[Sam leaned over and kissed Charlene on the check before walking out of the house to get to work on some country boy weight training. He left Charlene with a smile on her face as she sat in the chair rubbing her stomach.]

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