The day was hotter than the blue blazes of hell. The sweat from your nuts dripped so fast that it looked like you were pissing on yourself. Now that's hot.

Sam was lugging around the feed for the animals with both overall straps down and a rope tied tight around his waist to keep his pants up. The sweat was pouring from him he was in the shower.

Mr. Ellis had been in the house talking to Sam's mom Susan for around thirty minutes or so as her Big Sam was out in the barn tinkering with his tool. Big Sam was trying to fix the barbwire fence that he had a foot out from the wooden fence in case they got out.

While outside Big Sam find his wire pliers and he was getting pretty heated over it.

"Boy ya seen ma pla'rrs?" Big Sam yelled as he exited the barn door.

Sam Jr. couldn't understand him while he was in the chicken coop and came running to where Big Sam was standing.

"Wad'ya say paw? I couldn't hear ya fer tha chickens bockin away." Sam Jr. replied.

Big Sam wiped the sweat from his brow and let out a long huff. "Boy, have ya seen ma datgum woar pla'rrs? They ain't in ma tool box an yur tha only otha'ern that goes in'aer." Big Sam replied.

"Naw, I don rekon paw." Sam Jr. responded.

Big Sam frowned.

"Well where in tha sam hill is it?" Big Sam asked rhetorically.

Sam Jr. shrugged. "I dunno paw, I ain't seen it." He said. "I'm gunna fin'sh ma chores."

Sam Jr. walked off and and checked the water trough by the hogs. He gave them some more water and headed towards the house to speak to Mr. Ellis.

~

"Ya see Susan, this isa good deal. This'll give me manager'al rights ta Sam an anythin'at Defi'nce tries ta sale with his name on it." Mr. Ellis said in a sly voice.

Susan frowned and shook her head.

"I jus ain't sure bout'is Jeffrey. Ya done know I ain't tha bissness type, I'm jus a homemak'r. I jus cook, cleen an work wiff ma gard'nin." Susan unsurely replied.

Mr. Ellis tapped his fingers on the couch's armrest as he tried to think up a new ploy to get Susan to help him get Sam sign over the rights to his name. He knew there was no way in the world Sam Sr. would let him sign the papers so he had to shyster as good as he knew how too.

"Well, I jus think this isa great deal for Sam and..." Mr. Ellis said before he was cut off from the thuds of Sam walking up on the wooden porch.

The door swung open and Sam stepped in.

"Howdy maw. How'er ya Mr. Ellis?" Sam asked.

Mr. Ellis turned toward Sam shaking his head yes. "Yea boy I'm doin jus fine, yaself?"

"Ah, I rekon I'm good, jus a lil hot from bein outside." Sam answered. "So whach'all doin in here?"

Mr. Ellis inhaled deeply. "Boy ya know I don like'at ole heat. I wasa jus in here talkin ta ya maw about yer rasslin." Mr. Ellis replied.

Susan shook her head yes as Mr. Ellis talked.

"Oh, did ya hear we's on'er way ta Wisconsin? I hear'd theys gonna pay in PBR. That oughtta make ya happy'aer Mr. Ellis." Sam said.

Susan stood up from the couch and headed towards the kitchen. "I'll leave y'all ta ya talkin fellas, Sam be nice an Jeffrey I'll talk to ya later." She said with a wink to Mr. Ellis.

An odd feeling fell over the room as Susan left. It was as if someone had filled the room with laughing gas, but no one was laughing.

"Yea, I'm reat'ta go ta Wisconsin. I went'aer years ago when I wasa rasslin wiff ole Tony 'the Horror' Pierce an his brotha 'the Rockin' Fat Boy' Nick Roth. Them two owned'at state. Two brawlers'at could go fer days. Ya kindly remin me of ole Nick Roth, big, strong an kinda dumb." Mr. Ellis said.

Sam stood there sort of dumbfounded as he'd never heard Mr. Ellis speak of his old days on the road.

The shock was odd for Sam but he thought he had one of if not the number one trainer in the world.

"Well Mr. Ellis, I ain't nev'r hear'd of'em. Was he a good ole rassler like me er was he one'em garbage rasslers like ole Dragon Jones an'at Impala?" Sam asked.

Mr. Ellis cracked a smile.

"Boy he sure ain't nuttin like ya, that's bout all I can say." Mr. Ellis replied.

While the two sat there talking Susan walked back in the room.

"Sam, ya paw wants ya outside fer sumthin." Susan said.

"Aight maw. Mr. Ellis I'll talk ta ya later." Sam said as he walked out the screen door.

After Sam was out the door Susan sat down in he chair and looked at Mr. Ellis.

"So Jeffery, can we relly make a lot of money wiff this deal ya asked me bout?" Susan questioned him.

"Well yea, but we gots ta get Sam ta sign it." Mr. Ellis replied.

"Well leave'at ta me, I think I can get'em ta sign." Susan replied.

The two continued to talk about how to get Sam to sign the papers without asking too many questions.

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