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John_Black · **07-17-2023, 06:08 PM**

[We open up to JB and LaLa at a local gym near their townhome, it was late afternoon and while JB was hitting the stair masters and lifting 30 pound weights, LaLa was doing various stretches and hitting a punching bag with gloves she rented at the counter. Then after about an hour into their own training, LaLa gets approached by an early 20s man who had his phone out flexing across from her. As he was parading out how “thicc” she looked, she was flattered then JB stopped his rows, and came up to the guy.]

JB: Hey man, what you doing?

Gym Bro: Hey dude, I wanted to show the world how thicc she was. She looked kinda fire with her stretches bro.

JB: Well, that’s invading someone's space and you know that. Oh wait, you don’t!

Gym Bro: What’s that supposed to mean!?!?

[Then his friends came up to where they were talking, and they started to shoved JB around. He ignored them, and the main Gym Bro signaled them to stop messing with him. Then one of the gym attendants came up to diffuse the citation.]

Gym Attn: Hello folks, whatever is going on please don’t disturb the gym goers please. Or else, you guys will have to be escorted out by security.

Gym Bro: Man, whatever she fat as fuck anyways.

[LaLa then stopped what she was doing to look in shock, as the gym bro and his friends walked off to the other side of the gym. Shook by this gym rats words, she picked up her water jug and her cell phone and left the place, as JB cashed her down outside the building as she was heading to the parking lot to his car. He grabbed her arm, and she turned to him with a tear on her face.]

LaLa: I can’t believe that young BLEEP called me fat! I feel so offended that I wanted to beat that punks ass and film it on his phone to expose what a BLEEP he is!

JB: It aint that deep ma, you need to not worry about what people are saying. Hell you are more fit than me, and you are running around in your scrubs and shit. Look, Lala just remember that you are more or less fit than me. I’m a wrestler, and I look like dog shit compared to you when we go out together.

[LaLa then hugs JB, and he pulls out his car keys out to open his hoopty, as they get in they see the same Gym Bro and his friends pulling up to them in his fancy hummer playing shitty top 40 loudly on and they throw some trash at JB and his car, and JB pretty much no sold and went into his car and they drove off from the gym. It was half past 7pm, and they were eating some Cajun Chicken, broccoli with a side of brown rice LaLa made earlier before they went to the gym at their kitchen table.]

JB: Shit pretty good, I had no idea you made this joint!

LaLa: You know me, I can cook some shit. I was bored and wanted us to try something new.

JB: Well, keep it up and I'll one day make us something to eat when I'm off the road.

LaLa: When do you think you’ll be off the road again?

JB: No clue, I mostly just check on my emails from them folks to see if they sent me hotel reservations. I am going out to Philly within like two days from now, so yeah..

LaLa: That’s cool, that isn’t far from B-Mo, maybe you can drive up there. Then come back after that.

[JB then nodded his head at that idea, then took a sip of water from his red cup.]

JB: I might do that, but we’ll see…

LaLa: How’s your boys T and Reggie?

[LaLa then finished her plate and she picked up her plate and his plate to wash it. Then JB heads to the couch and plays some random 70s funk music from his Alexia. Then she came to him on the couch and snuggled up to him.]

JB: Well T is in Texas dealing with the loss of his older sister, and Reggie is chillin in San Diego getting ready to head to Paris for a show.

LaLa: That’s sad that your boy T lost a relative, and Reggie must be lit to head to Paris.

JB: You can say so, i'm just holding down the anarchy block for now until I get that Thad Stimmy for Madness.

[Then some Isely Brother’s play from the Alexa and they sway back and forth, and they got up and start to dance. After all that dancing, they embraced one another and ended up heading into his room for some “cardio” as it shifted to black.]

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Honestly, I have more fun with LaLa than some bullshit ass Hot Wheels. Maybe back when I was kid, I would vye for those things but my folks weren't exactly rich like that. Not to drop any name, I don’t have Have much of a Growth when it comes to Having money. Not like I am poor, but I don’t have that long Rothchild money like HGH does, well I ref’ed him so I must talk shit about him, well guess what… Fuck You.

What else can I say about that guy, no more or less the same feelings and views I had about him before, which isn’t saying much how he isn’t worth that energy to me. To me, he’s still a wanna be Million Dollar Man without a Virgil to wipe his ass with bills. HGH I know you are on your plane thinkin how much you are going to win this match, which is fine by me.

All I will say is this, I will beat Yo ass on Anarchy, come hell or high water…i’m out.

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