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A Day in the Life of Anthony Knucks Scalici pt 3
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Anthony "Knucks" Scalici Offline
Registered but either hasn't added self to a roster yet or doesn't RP



XWF FanBase:
Drug addicts, rebels, weirdos

(the villain you love to hate; has cult following; may deal drugs on side)


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03-09-2018, 05:42 PM

Chicago suburbs are seen once more and Antony walks to the bus stop and waits for a bus to stop. Anthony holds a bus pass that he was given to him to get him to appointments and now some support groups. Nothing made Anthony happier than talking to strangers about his problems. Except the chance to listen to other bitches about their problems… oh, that was the shit he really hated to hear. The bus pulls up and Anthony steps on to the bus and he scans for the open seat. Anthony loved being alone unless he was fucking he didn’t need anyone and today he wasn’t fucking… or was he.

Anthony notices a very cute looking lady she is about 30 and just sitting there looking at Anthony. She didn’t seem interested she is just watching this guy. “damn I would fuck this bitch right now… she looks like she wants to gag on my dick. Nothing makes me feel better than watching a bitch choose my dick over her ability to breath.” Anthony sits down next to the lady and he smiles at her, “ p baby what’s your name

The women, looks at him, “I am married” then turns and looks out the window of the bus.

Well that was the answer to his question they were not fucking. So now he was even more frustrated as in his head he was picturing fucking this bitch with her face pressed against the glass. He was just minutes from being at hell. How the fuck was he going to get through a support group day. Then it happened and she leaned over and kissed him. He turned to her and things got hot and heavy on the bus. As the bus pulled up to the next stop Anthony Dragged her off the bus and the two went behind the building.

The scene cuts to Anthony re arranging himself as he walks into the building. For a young broke dirty white boy, he could pull some hot skanks every now and then. “Damn that bitch was fine, she was all up on this dick… damn I bet my fingers smells like that fine ass” Anthony takes a sniff of his finger and smiles. “Damn that smells as strong as my nut sack on a hot august day.” Anthony continues walking down the hall of this building and he finds a sign that’s reads Young Adult Support Group.

As he enters the room he notices that the chairs are all in a circle and he also notice’s the free cookies and punch on a table. “Oh shit, Knucks you just hit the jack pot.” He makes his way over and starts filling his hoody pockets with cookies.” “this shit might not be that bad” He grabs a couple cups of juice and he picks out a chair. But then he realized that the free cookies weren’t worth being in this support group. He knew in his head he had to get a real Job.

The room starts to fill up and an old ass counselor walks in with a tie and a stained up white dress shirt with pit stains on it. “this dude” Anthony takes another sip of his drink as he day dreams about sex with the bus slut. “Damn that slut made my dick itch” Anthony reaches in and grabs a cookie from his pocket and he crunches loudly into it.

Welcome everyone to this week’s Young Adult Support Group my name is Troy and I am here to just support you guys. This week we have a new member lets give him a warm welcome.” Troy starts clapping and everyone around them starts clapping. “Please stand and introduce yourself to everyone”.

Anthony sits for a minute as he has thoughts about telling this guy to fuck himself. After a few minutes he stands up slowly and he clears his throat, “so um my name is knucks, I am 18 and I guess I have a few problems.” He quickly sits back down in the chair.

Troy responds quickly, “Well knucks welcome to the group, feel free to share more information. This group is here to help you with these problems” Troy watches to see if he will stand back up, “OK let’s show him how we get down in this group, Jason why don’t you share some of your problems.”

Jason stands up and looks at Knucks, “Hi Knucks my name is Jason and everyone here knows I am 19 and that I come from a broken family. I never really felt in anywhere before I found this group and it saved my life.” Jason looks like he wants to cry, “You see I am not like most kids I hear voices and I fear most everything. I am scared to be out on the streets by myself and I am scared to be scared.” He sits back down as the people next to him try to make him feel better.

Anthony at this point stands back up, he has that eat shit grin on his face and he screams out. “Oh, thank god this group is going to save me… you see I thought you looked like a pussy when you walked in the room but now I know I am right… look at you scared of the dark… scared to be on the streets… I am the fucking street. I fear nothing and I am only here because I don’t want to end up in prison. So, while you were scared this week and pissing the fucking bed…

Troy jumps in, “Thasts enough… stop it now

Anthony doesn’t even care, “While you were scared I was told I couldn’t get out of the states foster care system because I didn’t have a job… I went to a porn company and they tried to get me to do gay porn… I am not gay… So, then I looked into a male strip club and again it was nothing but dudes wanting to see my dick… so then I tried to get a job as a boxer… and they wanted me to pay to learn to fight… if I had money I wouldn’t need a fucking job… so yeah, I had a fucked-up week and you Jason you are just fucked up. You think you have it bad… get the fuck out of here with your broken home sad story at least you had a fucking home. Fuck this… and fuck you.”

Jason runs out of the room and Troy goes after him. “Jason wait please don’t go

Anthony takes a bite of a cookie, “Fuck I guess I took that a little far… look I am just stressed out I need to find a job, I like to fuck, sell drugs and fuck… anyone know of any place that is hiring?

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The scene goes black and you hear a voice over….

So, before you are forced to watch another pest promo I am going to finish cutting this promo while cutting his promo for him… so grab your ass a seat and be prepared to be blown away that I am saving you time…

The scene opens up and you see a make shift bar and a pillow case with a NY logo is written on it that looks like a little kid who was blind drew it. A bottle of water says booze on it sits on the counter. Then we hear someone scream out, “Google my Mother Fucking Name…. Nigga

Just then Anthony Knucks Scalici walks into the scene he is wearing a football jersey and he walks over to the bar. He leans on the counter, “Yo dawg this nigga is pissing me off… That mother fucker just googled my name and he spoke about how whack I be… That dude called me a wootball player a fucking wanna be football player.

Anthony pulls off the jersey and he walks to the other side of the counter and he has on a black dress shirt. He smiles and says, “Gotdamn” and then he walks back over to the other side and pulls on jersey again.

Yeah no shit Nigga this mother fucker has a sugar grandma and he thinks he is going to beat a former college football player and a MMA fighter.” He grabs the fake alcohol bottle and he pours some of it into a glass. “this mother fucker straight up is lazy now don’t get me wrong I am the lazy mother fucker. He opened up his life and shared information and me what did I do?

He hurries back around the bar and pulls off the jersey and he lean on the bar. “Gotdamn what you do Nigga?

He walks back around and he starts putting the jersey on and he leans on the bar out of breath, “I have given nothing I just sit around but I have released my greatest weakness and that if he wants to take me out he can attack my leg” He shakes his head and then slaps himself… “Stupid Pest… Stupid Pest

Knucks removed his jersey and walks over to the couch, he sits down and he puts his legs on the old ass couch. “Look Pest I am sure you will say I am racist but I was just pointing out what your promos look like. You have called me lazy and told me I made up shit… but it was you saying I live in a grandma basement… but that isn’t true. I am living in an apartment that JU JU is paying for but I am paying her back when I get paid for beating the fuck out of you. Look I don’t care what skin color you are but you remind me of the thugs walking around Chicago its Nigga this nigga that.”

Anthony walks out of the room and down the steps of his apartment, “you say I am 18 and you correct but you say I have a net worth of zero…. Jokes on you homeboy I have like 40,000 in debt so I am worth negative fucking money. Jokes on you bitch…. Maybe you should have googled me.” Anthony walks towards the pool area at the apartment. He stops and opens the gate and he sits down on the side of the pool. He putts his feet in the water.

you see I am 18 years old I have no money, I am in the foster care system of Chicago. I have spent all of my life fighting and I have worked my ass off. Maybe not in school, or in the moral compass of society but guess what I worked my ass of to stay alive…. So, a fight is nothing new to me…. it’s something I have always done. To be honest I hope I never have to stop fighting. When I was put in the first foster care home… you know what fuck it you ant worth it.”

Knucks continues to look at the water as he lowers his body into the water not giving a shit that he is in street clothes. He goes under the water and just holds his breath after a minute or so he comes up and takes a deep breath.

I get it you think I am just some punk as kid but you don’t understand anything about me… kids my age run around with fucking man buns and tight ass jeans drinking coffee and demanding shit… not me I don’t demand shit… you won’t see me asking for shit… If I want something I take that shit. So, don’t confuse me for being soft or weak or what ever term you want to use.”

Anthony sucks in more air and goes under the water once more. He stays down longer this time and he comes up and walks to the steps and walks out of the pool. He continues walking towards his apartment. He walks in soaking wet and just sits down on the couch, his face is blank and he looks relaxed. “Finally, I was able to clear the thoughts, so many people doubted me and never believed I would account to anything in this world… but guess what mother fucker I made it.” He leans back and smiles even bigger, “You see I don’t care about you but you think you was depressed when you had to walk away from Football how are you going to feel when they drag your motionless body from the ring and you learn quick that you failed yet again.”

Anthony stands up and walks to his room and he comes back out dressed in black shorts and a black hoody he starts covering his hands with black tape. “You see Pest the match is still 24 hours away but in the words of your bar bitch… Gotdamn I am ready… you see every time some mother fucker says he is going to kick my ass he learns quick that I am no push over. You see the 18 years in and out of the system gives me experience many people can not touch. You see while you was playing grab balls with the boys in the locker room I was not. Granted I was like 8 years old but I was fighting for the last bite of food, fighting to get the newest very used pair of jeans.”

You see we all have different experiences it is what makes us different… you took the college road, then you went to japan and trained with people a third of you size so that good you are use to fighting people smaller. You win in the who is taller and who weighs more. But you trained in MMA but your ground game is weak so the one area that would have given you a true advantage is gone. You trained in strikes, that’s cute my name is knucks because I love to punch things. The look on peoples faces when this bastard right here would knock a mother fucker out in no time flat.”

Anthony Walks towards the door once more, “this week you spent a lot of time at the bar talking about different matches and you seem to enjoy the bar. Me on the other hand I have spent time preparing for a match and training every night… but who knows maybe between saying nigga and gotdamning with the bar tender you trained that ass. But if I was a betting man I would say you didn’t do shit because you think this match is over… so my State ID may say I am younger but I am more mature… so worry about me fucking my JUJU and the fact that I am so young. Because I am going to focus on beating the living shit out of you so I can prove to all of you that I am the man” He slams the door.

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