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2020.09.20 06:09 constantlyconfused8Help..I am ✨ lost ✨
I'm currently a senior and I've started the app process, but I'm still conflicted on choosing schools. I know I can only go a public school in state (California). The problem is I don't know how to 'match' myself with a school. The basic overview of my stats are: 4.0 unweighted GPA and 4.44 weighted GPA, no SAT score nor SAT subject scores, taken 6 AP's (including one this year), currently taking two Honor's and two college classes, and top 10% of class. I don't want to give too much info about my personal life but for my extracurriculars I have about 150 service hours and currently president of a club. How do I determine if I have a good chance getting into certain schools? If you have any 'matches' (I don't if this is the right term) for me, please let me know!! As of now, I am planing to apply to most UC's and a few CSU's. My intended major is chemistry and my alternate major is biochemistry, but should I change my alternate? I'm assuming that biochem is a competitive major so if I can't get into the school with chem, it better to choose a less competitive one, right? If you know any less competitive majors, please let me know also. I want to apply to at most 10 schools, two or three of being safety schools. Schools that I'm definitely applying to UCLA (definitely a reach, but might as well shoot my shot), UCSB, UCI, UCSD, CAL Poly, SDSU. Tell me your opinions. I'm in desperate need for help, so any advice will be appreciated <33 (PS. Sorry if this is messy or there isn't enough info, this is my first post here)
2020.09.19 23:54 splishsplashscI'm a 26 year old making $170k total comp (joint $470k total comp) living in Seattle
Breakdown of my total comp: Base: $100k base/year Stock: $70k worth of stocks to vest this year Husband’s (we will call him P, he is 27 years old) breakdown of total comp: Base: $180k base/year Stock: $80k worth of stocks to vest this year Bonus: $40k cash bonus based on performance (cash bonuses are based on seniority and performance; at a certain level you can only earn an X% of your base salary and as you move up in levels your bonus cap % increases) Section 1: Assets and Debts Mine: Retirement Balance (and how you got there): $67k in 401k, maximum contributions to my 401k since I've been working in tech. Contributions are based on base salary and my base went from $68k>$100k in the last 3 years. My company matches a percentage of my base pay at the rate of 50%. As you read on, you’ll see I switched job roles and got promoted within tech, which increased my base. Stock investments: $98k Savings account balance: $0; I re-invest any liquid cash I have leftover into stocks at the end of the month rather than letting it sit in savings where the interest is significantly lower than what I can get from tech stocks that I invest in. Checking account balance: $5k, for emergency funds Credit card debt: $0 Student loan: $0, my parents helped pay for my education P’s: Retirement Balance (and how you got there): $233k in 401k and Roth combined Stock investments: $73k Savings account balance: $0, we both have similar philosophies. We’re young and don’t have kids so we’re more willing to take risks with our investments. In this case, we dump most of our leftover cash at the end of each month into tech stocks. Checking account balance: $15k, some liquidity because he’s got some projects coming along he wants to have cash to spend on. Usually this is around $5k like mine. Credit card: none Student loan: none, he paid these off already as he went to school outside of the country where the entire 4 year tuition is under $20k Equity if you’re a homeowner: ~$220K+, not exactly sure how much now at this point since we're planning on staying here long term (until there's a significantly nicer house/area we can move to). Our downpayment was 20% ($220k). My parents helped us with $60k in down payment and we repaid them in full within a year. We know we are in a really privileged situation, so we are thankful for the help. We bought our house 2 years ago and have paid 24 months of mortgage at $5.1k/month. We bought our house for $1.1M and now it's estimated to be worth $1.3M. Section 2: Income Progression Mine: I was a biology grad and was going to go to med school. Applied and had gotten in at the time I had met P. He encouraged me to apply to some tech roles since he thought my personality better fit tech than medicine. I decided I might as well apply to a couple tech companies around the area and got an interview, and an offer. Decided I might as well try it and if I don’t like it I can still reapply to med school; with some additional non-traditional experience. I worked throughout my undergrad years from as a lab aid making $11/hr part time (20 hrs per week). Once I graduated I also worked as a medical scribe and a patient coordinator making $11/hr and $15/hr respectively. These jobs were more to get more experience in the industry and help my med school apps. 2016 (23 years old): Patient care coordinator $15/hr; ~$30K/year 2017 (24 years old): My first year in tech my total comp (base+sign on bonus) was $68k as an account manager 2018 (25 years old): I became a PM and my total comp (base + sign on bonus + stock) increased to $97k. 2019 (26 years old): I got promoted and then my total comp (base + stock) went to $170k. P’s (not sure what his total comps were for the past years, just know what it is this year): P studied comp sci in college and during third year in college he did an internship with his current company. He received a return offer after his internship to work in the main campus in the US once he graduated. 2016 (22 years old): Software Developer 1 (SDE 1) 2018 (23.5 years old): SDE2 2019 (25 years old): Senior SDE 2020 (26 years old): Senior SDE Manager; he became a manager this year and now manages 10+ people Main Job Monthly Take Home: Mine: $4.9K after tax/month Health insurance: $0, deducted from paycheck but this is only around $40/paycheck Dental insurance: $0, deducted from paycheck but this is only around $12/paycheck P’s: $5.4K after tax/month Health insurance: $0, his company pays for it completely Dental insurance: $0, his company pays for it completely Vision insurance: $0, his company pays for it completely You might wonder how P is only taking home $5.4K after tax/month even though he makes much more than me. His company has an ESPP program (employee stock purchase plan) and he maxes out his options for that every month, additionally he also maxes out his 401K as has 15% set for his Roth since his company match plan is really great (better than mine). Since he’s not needing to put much into his 401K due to his company’s generous match policy, he’s deciding to put more into his Roth/ESPP. Section 3: Expenses Mortgage: $5.1K/month (includes homeowner’s insurance) split evenly between P and I Car payment: Mine: $1100/month (still 4 more years left, I bought my car last year; it’s a used performance car with some mods. You’ll see below that P and I are both very into cars) P: $571/month (only a year left; he bought his car soon after moving to the US; it’s also a used performance car with significant mods) Car Insurance: ~$220/month for both cars Pet expenses: Food: $140/month Meds: $23/month Insurance: $60/month Electricity: $110/month Water: $105/month Internet: $50/month Netflix: $16/month Youtube: $12/month Hulu: $12/month Phone: $90/month 9/12 (Saturday) 10 AM: Wake up, get ready (brush teeth, skincare routine, etc.), feed dog. I come back into bed because I’m still tired. 11 AM: Forgot to water my plants, so go down to water them 12 PM: Head to Costco to gas up the car ($60) and bought some groceries $130. 1 PM: Get home and watch some youtube videos with P. 6 PM: Eat some dinner, feed dog and after eating, start playing some video games 12 AM: Get ready for bed (brush teeth, skincare routine, etc.) Total Spend: $190 9/13 (Sunday) 10 AM: Wake up, get ready (brush teeth, skincare routine, etc.), feed dog. 1 PM: Eat lunch and go with P to Home Depot to get materials ($70) for finishing up the laundry room (We recently remodeled but didn’t fully finish, still need to do the trims). We also went to Whole Foods to return an Amazon package. P has been doing mods to his car and now is ready to have his car wrapped. He gets a call from his wrap, who tells him we have to bring the car in on Monday. Shoot, need to get the car ready. Getting the car ready now. 4 PM: Sanding and prepping 11 PM: Get ready for bed (brush teeth, skincare routine, etc.) Total Spend: $70 9/14 (Monday) 8 AM: Wake up, get ready (brush teeth, skincare routine, etc.), feed dog. 1 PM: Eat lunch 3 PM: More meetings, not sure when I can actually do some of my own work. 5 PM: P is asking to help him with his car, so I try to finish as quickly as possible 9 PM: Make Caesar salad for dinner. After dinner, we immediately go back to working again 11 PM: I stop working, since it’s just too tiring. P is still working, he said he will come up once he gets the bumper ready 12 AM: Get ready for bed (brush teeth, skincare routine, etc.) 9/15 (Tuesday) 7 AM: Wake up, get ready (brush teeth, skincare routine, etc.), feed dog. Back to the garage to do some more sanding and washing ahead of dropping off the car at the garage. 11 AM: Finished prepping car and head over to Seattle to get the car to the garage 12 PM: Arrive at the shop and owner tells us the sanding isn't at the quality that will allow the wrap to adhere well. Will need to look at sanding some more or have a body shop finish the work. The cost is going to be around $3k in addition to the wrap job which will cost around $4k. P asks if I want anything for food for lunch. I tell him I can't get anything since I have a 2PM meeting that I have to drive home for. He offers to go to the supermarket and also get me some food in that area. I asked him to get me some dumplings and some groceries. Total cost was $77. 1 PM: I get home to make it home for 2 PM meeting 2 PM: P gets home and gives me food. J 5 PM: I take a small break and bring my laptop from the office to the living room to do my work 9 PM: Finish my work for the day and start watching some 20/20 show and dancing with the stars (this seasons has some interesting stars)! 12 AM: Get ready for bed (brush teeth, skincare routine, etc.) Total Spend: $77 9/16 (Wednesday) 9 AM: Wake up, get ready (brush teeth, skincare routine, etc.), feed dog 12 PM: Prepare lunch for P and I and continue to work through lunch 7 PM: Finish work and take dog to neighbor’s house for a dog meet up. Unfortunately, my dog seems to be too hyper and our dogs aren't getting along. We will need to adjust them to each other and have some more meet ups with close monitoring. 8 PM: Get back home and eat some dinner 12 AM: Get ready for bed (brush teeth, skincare routine, etc.) 9/17 (Thursday) 8:30 AM: Wake up, get ready (brush teeth, skincare routine, etc.), feed dog 9 AM: Start the day with my first call in the morning. The meeting this morning was early so I'll work out after this call since I have time. 1 PM: Eat some lunch and power through lunch to try
2020.09.19 14:15 kittehgoesmeowWhat A Day: All Hands On Deck by Sarah Lazarus & Crooked Media (09/18/20)
"Looks to me that Biden had an idea of what the questions would be, at least areas of questioning." - Bill O'Reilly, suspicious of Joe Biden's town hall fluency on...the issues BREAKING: Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg has died, at age 87. She dictated this statement before her death: “My most fervent wish is that I will not be replaced until a new president is installed.” Amen, and fuck.
Confuse It Or Lose It
Republicans’ multimillion-dollar legal effort to prevent people from voting by mail hasn’t found much success in court, but with fewer than 50 days left until the election, a critical mass of confused voters would be a solid consolation prize.
The Trump campaign and the RNC allotted $20 million for election-related litigation, and by god, they’re gonna spend it. The campaign has sought to intervene in at least 11 cases over state and local policies that affect how people vote remotely, and that’s in addition to a string of lawsuits Republicans have filed themselves to block states from expanding mail-in voting.
While the Trump campaign has successfully elbowed its way into some key legal battles over policies like signature-matching, drop boxes, and extended deadlines, and managed to make mail-in voting more of a headache in a few places (godspeed, Iowa), Trump’s own efforts to block universal mail-in voting have largely come up empty. His attempt in California was circumvented by the state legislature, and his lawsuits in Nevada, New Jersey, and Montana are still tied up in court. Some New Jersey counties have already begun sending out ballots, and Nevada will start any day now.
Thus far the most tangible impact of Trump’s crusade against mail-in voting has been to scare away his own supporters: polling shows that Republicans are now deeply freaked about remote voting, and they’ve been requesting absentee ballots at much lower rates than Democrats in key swing states. That’s something of a double-edged sword. Trump’s constant screaming about fictional mail-in voter fraud might depress GOP turnout, but could also give us a scenario in which many more Republicans vote in person on election day, setting Trump up to falsely declare victory before all the ballots have been counted.
And here we arrive at the project’s more attainable goal: setting the stage for chaos.
The scary thing is, the base he’s convinced to distrust mail-in voting will be primed to believe that a Joe Biden victory is proof of fraud, and the right-wing media has enthusiastically amplified that idea. The hopeful thing is, we have a very real shot at turning out voters in high enough numbers to make them look extremely silly.
We’re officially in the thick of it. Early voting began today in Minnesota, Virginia, South Dakota, and Wyoming. A veritable buttload of absentee ballots have already been mailed. Donald Trump’s only path to re-election is to sow confusion and cynicism, and he can’t do it wherever voters are informed and inspired. So: whatcha up to this weekend?
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What do you know, Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell has been using this downtime of peace and prosperity to jam more Trump judges into lifetime appointments. While continuing to block another round of coronavirus stimulus, Senate Republicans have confirmed 13 judicial nominees in the last two weeks—six of them in the span of 30 hours. Another six nominees are on deck to be confirmed next week. Meanwhile, today McConnell “warned” that if Democrats take power, they’ll (checks notes) provide political representation to people unlikely to elect Republicans, and (does spit-take) pack the Supreme Court. It would be a real shame if all of his worst fears came true → votesaveamerica.com/getmitch
North Carolina voters have begun returning their absentee ballots, and Black voters’ ballots are already being rejected at more than four times the rate of white voters. Only a tiny portion of ballots have been returned so far, but of the 13,747 ballots that Black voters have sent in, 642 (or 4.7 percent) were rejected, compared to only 681 (1.1 percent) of white voters’ 60,954 ballots. The vast majority of those ballots were rejected because voters made a mistake or didn’t fill out the witness information, and North Carolina has a process to notify voters and give them a chance to fix their ballot. But not at all states have such a process, and the racial gap in ballot rejections is a common problem—likely (at least in part) because many Black voters casting mail-in ballots are doing so for the first time, and are less familiar with the requirements. Just one more barrier to entry for underrepresented voters, and one more reason to fight for every last vote →
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2020.09.18 13:19 upst8broI ruined my college friendships 3 years ago. Should I move on or keep trying?
It's been 2 years and 7 months since my (24M) best friend (24M, I'll call him Mike) from college ghosted me. It's been a year since my other closest college friend (25F, I'll call her Abby) has messaged me back. It's entirely my fault and I can't get over it. This is a long story. I started college in 2014 (I was 17 at the time) and had trouble making friends at first, but found an awesome group of people my first semester. We all became very close, especially me and the two friends mentioned above. However I was very close with them separately on a personal level, and I would bring them together to hang out and do joint activities frequently as that has always been what I've done with my friends. It soon came out in the middle of our first semester that Mike really liked Abby. Coincidentally, 2 others guys in our larger friend group also liked Abby. I was compelled to help my closest friend Mike out and was on a mission to get them together. However the way I went about it is not in a way that a true friend would go about it. I lied, shared confidential info from the both of them to each other, and made things up to push them closer together. My relationship with Abby was very strong and started first before we met Mike at a club we were both in. When I first saw Mike I knew that I wanted to be his friend and that we would hit it off. And that's honestly what happened. I became very close with Mike and it was like I gained a brother. We would talk about classes, go to taco bell at 1 am, go for walks or car rides just because, and of course we would talk about Abby and ways for Mike to work up the nerve to tell her how he felt. We all had an awesome spring break together at the end of our first year, and went on an great trip to a major city. I tried to give the two of them space to bond a bit as I was really trying to help Mike show Abby how he felt. Third semester came around and finally, I found out that Abby liked Mike as well. She told me herself. To my delight I eagerly shared the news with Mike who, after hearing that, had enough courage to share his feelings with her. And the rest was history. They started dating and I couldn't have been happier. Until I realized that I didn't fit into the equation anymore. It was a hard first few months. Instead of spending late nights in my dorm watching Netflix or eating food, or late night study sessions at the library, Mike and Abby would go to one of their rooms and I would be left alone frequently. It was very hard for me to get used to this feeling. I didn't know how to feel or what to do. I had spent a year trying to play match maker for my two closest friends and I didn't think where that would leave me, because I truly wanted to see them happy. And then things got worse. I started strongly expressing my displeasure with the situation, immaturely at times. They were understanding at first, but I was not getting over it and the understanding attitudes wore off. Abby was not having it, she was the first to get fed up with me not feeling included in our friendship anymore. And honestly - I was such a dramatic baby about it. I could have accepted it but I dragged it out and honestly some of the drama was for attention. I was so upset that I had to share them, confusingly enough I had to share them with each other, and there was a new elevated part in their relationship that I would never be a part of. Mike was much more understanding. Again he was like a brother to me. We cried a few times over conversations about how I felt like he didn't want to spend time with me anymore, or how I didn't know if I could be around them anymore because it was too hard to not feel included all of the time. He was truly my best friend and I loved him, and he loved me. But after so many emotional outburst on my behalf, he had less and less of a sympathetic response to give I then had a rough patch mentally at the end of my third semester (panic attacks, bad anxiety, stopped going to class) so I decided to take a break from school and work to make money. I told Abby and Mike, and they honestly seemed relieved that I was going to be gone for a semester and that they would have some space from my dramatic, selfish behavior. However they did express their concerns for me and wished me the best on my break from school. And then a one semester break turned into forever. I never went back. I kept working and had several offers for promotions so I kept moving up the ranks at my job and kept taking another semester off until it turned into years. I kept in close contact with Mike and Abby, and met up with them here and there. It was a bit awkward as Abby knew I was talking to Mike a lot more than her and that I was still talking about my jealousy towards their relationship. Abby made several attempts to hang out with me during the first few semesters that I was gone, but I started to make excuses as to why I couldn't go. After a while she stopped trying to connect, to which I had played the victim and felt badly for myself when clearly I was putting myself in the situation. At some point Abby decided enough was enough, and wrote me off. I still talked to Mike and I cared about that more so I didn't mind. Abby graduated a year before Mike so during his senior year I started to visit him again on campus as he had down time and didn't have his girlfriend to hang out with. We would just sit in his room, sort of like old times, and just talk. After Mike graduated, we talked for a few months until he stopped answering me completely in February of 2018. I haven't heard from him since. I reached out one last time in March of 2018 but he would not reply. We went from having full convos to nothing. It broke my heart and I had a really, really hard time with it for a year. And then I realized something. I realized that I was the toxic person in the relationship. I acknowledged my faults and my role in the situation, and that helped me. When I took accountability for my actions in the friendship I felt a lot better and was able to come to terms with it a bit. I messaged Abby December of 2019 saying that I know it had been a while but I was sorry for my actions and for being a terrible friend back then. To my surprise she responded "hey thanks for letting me know all of that". January 2020 I said happy birthday which she, again to my surprise, responded "Thank you!". So a few days after that I reached out again to see if she would potentially want to meet up or go to the city ( we live in the same state as the college we were in) and she never responded. I haven't reached out to Mike. It hurt me for so long that he stopped talking to me, but really I was hurting him for so long by giving him such a hard time regarding the relationship he was in, the relationship I had worked at for a year to make possible. I miss him very much and now almost 3 years later, the pain is less but it is still there. I feel like I'm never going to get over them. I don't know if I should just move on and forget about them or if I should send an apology to Mike like I did to Abby and see if he is willing to consider a friendship again. But I've tried to push them out of my head space for years and it's been impossible. Pictures in my phone, facebook memories that pop up, seeing their chat bubbles in messenger, hearing old songs we used to sing, even taco bell reminds me of Mike. Honestly they both pop into my head almost every day. It's exhausting sometimes and I just want to be free of this sadness. I wanted to possibly send him an email with some old pictures and see if he responds. This way I can say I tried to make it right by apologizing and reaching out. If I block them out I would have to remove them from FB and some other apps. I'm definitely looking for advice on how you would approach the situation! All I know is that I want this bad feeling of what if and sadness to stop. But moving on would involve me trying to forget all of the memories as I am a very emotionally involved person in my friendships, and I don't want to forget the great times we did have. *Edit: for transparency and understanding, I did have feelings for Mike. But nobody knew that in the situation and I was good at hiding it. TLDR; My college friends haven't talked to me in years and I was that "toxic" friend in the situation. I got them to date and it was down hill from there. I miss them a lot still and think about them daily but it has been almost 3 years. Should I reach out to them or move on?
2020.09.18 13:17 upst8broI ruined my college friendships 3 years ago. I still can't move on!!
It's been 2 years and 7 months since my (24M) best friend (24M, I'll call him Mike) from college ghosted me. It's been a year since my other closest college friend (25F, I'll call her Abby) has messaged me back. It's entirely my fault and I can't get over it. This is a long story. I started college in 2014 (I was 17 at the time) and had trouble making friends at first, but found an awesome group of people my first semester. We all became very close, especially me and the two friends mentioned above. However I was very close with them separately on a personal level, and I would bring them together to hang out and do joint activities frequently as that has always been what I've done with my friends. It soon came out in the middle of our first semester that Mike really liked Abby. Coincidentally, 2 others guys in our larger friend group also liked Abby. I was compelled to help my closest friend Mike out and was on a mission to get them together. However the way I went about it is not in a way that a true friend would go about it. I lied, shared confidential info from the both of them to each other, and made things up to push them closer together. My relationship with Abby was very strong and started first before we met Mike at a club we were both in. When I first saw Mike I knew that I wanted to be his friend and that we would hit it off. And that's honestly what happened. I became very close with Mike and it was like I gained a brother. We would talk about classes, go to taco bell at 1 am, go for walks or car rides just because, and of course we would talk about Abby and ways for Mike to work up the nerve to tell her how he felt. We all had an awesome spring break together at the end of our first year, and went on an great trip to a major city. I tried to give the two of them space to bond a bit as I was really trying to help Mike show Abby how he felt. Third semester came around and finally, I found out that Abby liked Mike as well. She told me herself. To my delight I eagerly shared the news with Mike who, after hearing that, had enough courage to share his feelings with her. And the rest was history. They started dating and I couldn't have been happier. Until I realized that I didn't fit into the equation anymore. It was a hard first few months. Instead of spending late nights in my dorm watching Netflix or eating food, or late night study sessions at the library, Mike and Abby would go to one of their rooms and I would be left alone frequently. It was very hard for me to get used to this feeling. I didn't know how to feel or what to do. I had spent a year trying to play match maker for my two closest friends and I didn't think where that would leave me, because I truly wanted to see them happy. And then things got worse. I started strongly expressing my displeasure with the situation, immaturely at times. They were understanding at first, but I was not getting over it and the understanding attitudes wore off. Abby was not having it, she was the first to get fed up with me not feeling included in our friendship anymore. And honestly - I was such a dramatic baby about it. I could have accepted it but I dragged it out and honestly some of the drama was for attention. I was so upset that I had to share them, confusingly enough I had to share them with each other, and there was a new elevated part in their relationship that I would never be a part of. Mike was much more understanding. Again he was like a brother to me. We cried a few times over conversations about how I felt like he didn't want to spend time with me anymore, or how I didn't know if I could be around them anymore because it was too hard to not feel included all of the time. He was truly my best friend and I loved him, and he loved me. But after so many emotional outburst on my behalf, he had less and less of a sympathetic response to give I then had a rough patch mentally at the end of my third semester (panic attacks, bad anxiety, stopped going to class) so I decided to take a break from school and work to make money. I told Abby and Mike, and they honestly seemed relieved that I was going to be gone for a semester and that they would have some space from my dramatic, selfish behavior. However they did express their concerns for me and wished me the best on my break from school. And then a one semester break turned into forever. I never went back. I kept working and had several offers for promotions so I kept moving up the ranks at my job and kept taking another semester off until it turned into years. I kept in close contact with Mike and Abby, and met up with them here and there. It was a bit awkward as Abby knew I was talking to Mike a lot more than her and that I was still talking about my jealousy towards their relationship. Abby made several attempts to hang out with me during the first few semesters that I was gone, but I started to make excuses as to why I couldn't go. After a while she stopped trying to connect, to which I had played the victim and felt badly for myself when clearly I was putting myself in the situation. At some point Abby decided enough was enough, and wrote me off. I still talked to Mike and I cared about that more so I didn't mind. Abby graduated a year before Mike so during his senior year I started to visit him again on campus as he had down time and didn't have his girlfriend to hang out with. We would just sit in his room, sort of like old times, and just talk. After Mike graduated, we talked for a few months until he stopped answering me completely in February of 2018. I haven't heard from him since. I reached out one last time in March of 2018 but he would not reply. We went from having full convos to nothing. It broke my heart and I had a really, really hard time with it for a year. And then I realized something. I realized that I was the toxic person in the relationship. I acknowledged my faults and my role in the situation, and that helped me. When I took accountability for my actions in the friendship I felt a lot better and was able to come to terms with it a bit. I messaged Abby December of 2019 saying that I know it had been a while but I was sorry for my actions and for being a terrible friend back then. To my surprise she responded "hey thanks for letting me know all of that". January 2020 I said happy birthday which she, again to my surprise, responded "Thank you!". So a few days after that I reached out again to see if she would potentially want to meet up or go to the city ( we live in the same state as the college we were in) and she never responded. I haven't reached out to Mike. It hurt me for so long that he stopped talking to me, but really I was hurting him for so long by giving him such a hard time regarding the relationship he was in, the relationship I had worked at for a year to make possible. I miss him very much and now almost 3 years later, the pain is less but it is still there. I feel like I'm never going to get over them. I don't know if I should just move on and forget about them or if I should send an apology to Mike like I did to Abby and see if he is willing to consider a friendship again. But I've tried to push them out of my head space for years and it's been impossible. Pictures in my phone, facebook memories that pop up, seeing their chat bubbles in messenger, hearing old songs we used to sing, even taco bell reminds me of Mike. Honestly they both pop into my head almost every day. It's exhausting sometimes and I just want to be free of this sadness. I wanted to possibly send him an email with some old pictures and see if he responds. This way I can say I tried to make it right by apologizing and reaching out. If I block them out I would have to remove them from FB and some other apps. I'm definitely looking for advice on how you would approach the situation! All I know is that I want this bad feeling of what if and sadness to stop. But moving on would involve me trying to forget all of the memories as I am a very emotionally involved person in my friendships, and I don't want to forget the great times we did have. *Edit: for transparency- Abby had feelings for me in the beginning but she could tell it wasn't exactly reciprocated so we just became close friends. I had strong feelings for Mike and when I found out he liked Abby I made it my mission to get them together to help him out. I'd do anything for him at that point. TLDR; My college friends haven't talked to me in years and I was that "toxic" friend in the situation. I got them to date and it was down hill from there. I miss them a lot still and think about them daily but it has been almost 3 years. Should I reach out to them or move on?
2020.09.18 06:16 upst8broI ruined my college friendships and I can't get over it.
It's been 2 years and 7 months since my (24M) best friend (24M, I'll call him Mike) from college ghosted me. It's been a year since my other closest college friend (25F, I'll call her Abby) has messaged me back. It's entirely my fault and I can't get over it. This is a long story. I started college in 2014 (I was 17 at the time) and had trouble making friends at first, but found an awesome group of people my first semester. We all became very close, especially me and the two friends mentioned above. However I was very close with them separately on a personal level, and I would bring them together to hang out and do joint activities frequently as that has always been what I've done with my friends. It soon came out in the middle of our first semester that Mike really liked Abby. Coincidentally, 2 others guys in our larger friend group also liked Abby. I was compelled to help my closest friend Mike out and was on a mission to get them together. However the way I went about it is not in a way that a true friend would go about it. I lied, shared confidential info from the both of them to each other, and made things up to push them closer together. My relationship with Abby was very strong and started first before we met Mike at a club we were both in. When I first saw Mike I knew that I wanted to be his friend and that we would hit it off. And that's honestly what happened. I became very close with Mike and it was like I gained a brother. We would talk about classes, go to taco bell at 1 am, go for walks or car rides just because, and of course we would talk about Abby and ways for Mike to work up the nerve to tell her how he felt. We all had an awesome spring break together at the end of our first year, and went on an great trip to a major city. I tried to give the two of them space to bond a bit as I was really trying to help Mike show Abby how he felt. Third semester came around and finally, I found out that Abby liked Mike as well. She told me herself. To my delight I eagerly shared the news with Mike who, after hearing that, had enough courage to share his feelings with her. And the rest was history. They started dating and I couldn't have been happier. Until I realized that I didn't fit into the equation anymore. It was a hard first few months. Instead of spending late nights in my dorm watching Netflix or eating food, or late night study sessions at the library, Mike and Abby would go to one of their rooms and I would be left alone frequently. It was very hard for me to get used to this feeling. I didn't know how to feel or what to do. I had spent a year trying to play match maker for my two closest friends and I didn't think where that would leave me, because I truly wanted to see them happy. And then things got worse. I started strongly expressing my displeasure with the situation, immaturely at times. They were understanding at first, but I was not getting over it and the understanding attitudes wore off. Abby was not having it, she was the first to get fed up with me not feeling included in our friendship anymore. And honestly - I was such a dramatic baby about it. I could have accepted it but I dragged it out and honestly some of the drama was for attention. I was so upset that I had to share them, confusingly enough I had to share them with each other, and there was a new elevated part in their relationship that I would never be a part of. Mike was much more understanding. Again he was like a brother to me. We cried a few times over conversations about how I felt like he didn't want to spend time with me anymore, or how I didn't know if I could be around them anymore because it was too hard to not feel included all of the time. He was truly my best friend and I loved him, and he loved me. But after so many emotional outburst on my behalf, he had less and less of a sympathetic response to give I then had a rough patch mentally at the end of my third semester (panic attacks, bad anxiety, stopped going to class) so I decided to take a break from school and work to make money. I told Abby and Mike, and they honestly seemed relieved that I was going to be gone for a semester and that they would have some space from my dramatic, selfish behavior. However they did express their concerns for me and wished me the best on my break from school. And then a one semester break turned into forever. I never went back. I kept working and had several offers for promotions so I kept moving up the ranks at my job and kept taking another semester off until it turned into years. I kept in close contact with Mike and Abby, and met up with them here and there. It was a bit awkward as Abby knew I was talking to Mike a lot more than her and that I was still talking about my jealousy towards their relationship. Abby made several attempts to hang out with me during the first few semesters that I was gone, but I started to make excuses as to why I couldn't go. After a while she stopped trying to connect, to which I had played the victim and felt badly for myself when clearly I was putting myself in the situation. At some point Abby decided enough was enough, and wrote me off. I still talked to Mike and I cared about that more so I didn't mind. Abby graduated a year before Mike so during his senior year I started to visit him again on campus as he had down time and didn't have his girlfriend to hang out with. We would just sit in his room, sort of like old times, and just talk. After Mike graduated, we talked for a few months until he stopped answering me completely in February of 2018. I haven't heard from him since. I reached out one last time in March of 2018 but he would not reply. We went from having full convos to nothing. It broke my heart and I had a really, really hard time with it for a year. And then I realized something. I realized that I was the toxic person in the relationship. I acknowledged my faults and my role in the situation, and that helped me. When I took accountability for my actions in the friendship I felt a lot better and was able to come to terms with it a bit. I messaged Abby December of 2019 saying that I know it had been a while but I was sorry for my actions and for being a terrible friend back then. To my surprise she responded "hey thanks for letting me know all of that". January 2020 I said happy birthday which she, again to my surprise, responded "Thank you!". So a few days after that I reached out again to see if she would potentially want to meet up or go to the city ( we live in the same state as the college we were in) and she never responded. I haven't reached out to Mike. It hurt me for so long that he stopped talking to me, but really I was hurting him for so long by giving him such a hard time regarding the relationship he was in, the relationship I had worked at for a year to make possible. I miss him very much and now almost 3 years later, the pain is less but it is still there. I feel like I'm never going to get over them. I don't know if I should just move on and forget about them or if I should send an apology to Mike like I did to Abby and see if he is willing to consider a friendship again. But I've tried to push them out of my head space for years and it's been impossible. Pictures in my phone, facebook memories that pop up, seeing their chat bubbles in messenger, hearing old songs we used to sing, even taco bell reminds me of Mike. Honestly they both pop into my head almost every day. It's exhausting sometimes and I just want to be free of this sadness. I wanted to possibly send him an email with some old pictures and see if he responds. This way I can say I tried to make it right by apologizing and reaching out. If I block them out I would have to remove them from FB and some other apps. I'm definitely looking for advice on how you would approach the situation! All I know is that I want this bad feeling of what if and sadness to stop. But moving on would involve me trying to forget all of the memories as I am a very emotionally involved person in my friendships, and I don't want to forget the great times we did have. TLDR; My college friends haven't talked to me in years and I was that "toxic" friend in the situation. I got them to date and it was down hill from there. I miss them a lot still and think about them daily but it has been almost 3 years. Should I reach out to them or move on?
2020.09.17 05:15 Pyrobot110Feeling lost with everything about this process
Hey A2C. I'm a current senior and I just... don't know what I'm doing. I'm an academically strong student, extremely rigorous course load all throughout high school (14 APs total, which I know is sort of overkill), good grades, good AP scores, don't have any SAT scores yet due to the pandemic but my PSAT 11 was a 1490 with very minimal prep, I have a few decent ECs, etc. but I just feel so overwhelmed by the whole process. I haven't started any essays (I've filled out most of the basic course/family info on Common App though), I have a few schools in mind but the more I look into them the more I feel like I might not be a good match, or that I wouldn't do well learning there but I feel like I'm probably just second guessing myself. My top school rn is 100% Duke and I'm planning on applying Early Decision but I just feel like I have everything riding on getting in, which I know I shouldn't. I don't know where to find other colleges outside of my small list (I have one of those big books with various colleges but short of just turning page by page I'm not really sure how to even go about it). I know I want to attend university, but I just don't feel like I'm motivated enough, or that I'll be able to handle the course load. Idk. I know that I'm kind of just spewing out information at this point but I figure that some of you are probably feeling similarly and can maybe offer some advice. Just feel like unless I get into Duke I'm going to be disappointed, and I'll be blunt I take these kinds of things really, really seriously and I'd just feel like I overloaded my schedule for 3 years straight for nothing and I'm not sure how to prevent that, since there's obviously a very strong chance that I get rejected. Thanks EDIT: Pretty sure I want to major in either Chemistry or Comp Sci rn if that changes anything. Been developing a recent interest in the latter, but I've been really interested in Chemistry since before I started High School.
2020.09.16 22:21 effekt333I have no game, and I need help
Ight, I’m 17 and a senior in high-school. I’m fairly tall and I work out so I got a nice-ish body I guess. And I think I’m attractive, not like to die for, but I’m aight. I have no issues with women coming up to me. My issues are more with what to actually say and how to act. I feel like whenever a girl matches me on my app, or approaches me in real life, I get so weird and awkward. Or I ask the wrong questions. I also have a huge issues with walking up to women and being like “what’s up”. Yeah I can’t do that at all. I’m here to ask how do I get my game up, and how do I get a better first impression when I speak?
2020.09.16 03:38 Economy_Noise2519EMS Supervision and the Future
Hi everyone, I figured I'd write a little piece on EMS Management, how the future of it is developing, and what you should think about if you see this in your future. Intro Everyone has had a supervisor they didn't care for, or who they felt didn't have their best interests at heart. Managers and CEOs are known to come off as corporate shills who care only about money, and in a lot of places that's true. However, the field of EMS Supervision and Management is rapidly budding, much like the broader prehospital care profession. In the past, there hasn't been any standard of who becomes management. Often, it's someone who is a good clinician, or good with company management. In the private sector, this can be especially true, but it's not limited to companies like AMR and other services. To do better, we need to increase our standards. Current Standards Simply, there is none. However, the National EMS Management Association (NEMSMA) has developed 3 tiers in management: Supervising EMS Officer
The Supervising EMS Officers are the front line supervisors. Often, agencies refer to them as “Field Supervisor” or “EMS Lieutenant”. Their primary role is to provide first-line supervision to EMTs and paramedics in the field. Typically, they are responsible for daily schedules, assignment of personnel to units, assuring adequate resources and response to significant emergencies, and serving as initial incident commander for smaller emergencies. They work within daily operations in the field and/or at station in order to ensure daily operations are running smoothly and provide primary supervisory support to staff for field operations.
Managing EMS Officer
The Managing EMS Officers are the middle managers. Often, agencies refer to them as “EMS Coordinator”, “Operations Manager”, “EMS Captain” or “Division Chief”. The Managing EMS Officer is responsible for managing major components of EMS organizations, serves division or unit heads, or acts as a staff specialist responsible for administrative and clinical functions in EMS organizations. These officers plan, direct, and coordinate the work of subordinate supervising EMS officers, EMTs and paramedics, and non-credentialed personnel. Managing EMS Officers typically respond to major incidents involving mass casualties and multi-agency operations, and operate at those incidents as part of a multi-agency unified command structure. Managing EMS Officers also perform highly specialized tasks such as developing and managing educational programs, or developing and implementing deployment plans and system status management. They are involved in administration, finance, human resources, clinical affairs and quality management. Their primary role is to work to ensure daily operations have all the resources needed in order to run smoothly. They often function primarily from an office but still actively participate in field operations as needed and at large scale events.
Executive EMS Officer
The Executive EMS Officers are the senior management team members. Often, agencies refer to them as “Deputy Chief”, “Director” or “Chief of Department”. The executive EMS Officer is responsible for providing general management and top-level leadership to an EMS organization. They report to and manage a Board of Directors in the private and not-for-profit EMS sectors, or serve as department heads in governmental EMS agencies. In addition to executive-level leadership, managerial, and administrative duties, this officer typically responds to major incidents involving mass casualties and multi-agency operations, and operates at those incidents as part of a multi-agency unified command structure in a command or general staff position. Their primary role is to ensure overall operational performance and that the organization is meeting goals and expectations. They provide support to other EMS officers and work not only to ensure today’s operations are meeting expectations but also to prepare for changes and to meet expectations for the agency into the future.
Now, you may be asking what this means and why it matters. Much like the fire service, you have different levels of fire officers. The fire service has done well in this regard and it would behoove us to model the same system (albeit with health care professionals, not public safety professionals). By defining the different levels, we can set focuses on the education and qualities needed to succeed as an EMS officer. Okay, So Now? So we've defined the levels of officers and their responsibilities in an organization, and now we need to figure out educational requirements. In today's EMS, Managers will not be successful long term without credentialing. A credential is a standard of competency, education, and ability. NEMSMA has developed requirements for becoming a credentialed EMS officer. . You can find NEMSMA specific requirements here.The Center for Public Safety Excellence (CPSE) also has a Chief EMS Officer designation, who's requirements can be found here. Education One common theme you'll find is a requirement for higher education. the higher on the totem pole you go, the more education is expected. For example, a Supervising EMS Officer may only need an associate's degree, but an Executive EMS Officer (or Chief EMS Officer) are going to need a master's degree or higher. This aligns with the push for EMS professionals to become college educated and hold degrees. We all can agree that solely holding a degree won't be successful, which is why the credentialing organizations require an outside EMS management specific education as well, usually in the form of an hours requirement, not a specific class requirement. For example, pre-approved educational courses are listed here (for NEMSMA). Ultimately, it is this education that will bridge knowledge gained from collegiate education with your education and skills as an EMS professional to culminate into a competent EMS officer. A degree isn't obtained overnight, and there's a ton of additional EMS officer education available to help you as you work to obtain your degree. Appendix 1 is a list of courses I would recommend. Why Does This Matter? This is my personal belief: As we become a more established profession, there are aspects of the fire service service and law enforcement we will need to emulate. In my mind, these include things like having structured levels of EMS officers to provide assistance to front line crews. Supervising and Managing EMS Officers such as Captains/Battalion Chiefs and Division/District Chiefs should be on the front line, responding to calls with the responsibility of coordinating assets, managing complex incidents, working within Incident Command, and most importantly, ensuring the safety of their crews. If you compare this to the fire service, these are the responsibilities of the on duty Battalion/Division/District Chiefs. While they aren't putting out fires, they're on scene ensuring that objectives and goals are met using sound tactics while keeping their crews safe. This concept has been successfully modeled in high performing systems such as Austin Travis County EMS, Wake County EMS, and South Metro Fire Rescue. "I Despise the Fire Service So No" Especially here on reddit, hate for the fire service and especially fire based EMS has grown. The more we see, city, county, or regional government based EMS should be the standard. However, it's important to remember that fire departments do serve a purpose and I think many can agree that fire departments should be allowed to do what they do best - fire prevention, suppression, and investigation. Even the fire service understands the value of education and training at the officer level. It is no different for EMS. Appendix A: Other Education This is a list of education I've encountered during my search for professional development. Personally, I have really liked the National Fire Academy classes. Many of the courses listed here are online, and many are free.
Incident Command: Capabilities, Planning and Response Actions for All Hazards
ncident Command: Capabilities, Planning, and Response Actions for All Hazards (IC) is a three-day course that provides management-level responders working in supervisory positions with knowledge of how decisions made by responders from various disciplines can impact the handling of a chemical, biological, radiological, nuclear, or explosive (CBRNE) incident.
EMS officers may be required to respond to or manage the EMS response to a CBRNE incident.
Healthcare Leadership for Mass Casualty Incidents is a four-day course that addresses disaster preparedness at the facility and system level. Healthcare leaders must be prepared for any incident that results in multiple casualties, whether it is the result of a natural disaster; an accidental or intentional release of a chemical, biological, radiological, nuclear, or explosives (CBRNE) hazard; or a disease outbreak that results in an epidemic or pandemic. This course focuses on preparing healthcare leaders to make critical decisions in all-hazards disaster emergency preparedness activities.
Prepares EMS officers to respond to MCIs and function within multiple different roles in the healthcare environment.
Respiratory Protection: Program Development and Administration
Respiratory Protection: Program Development and Administration (RP) is a three-day course that provides essential information and the skills required to develop, implement, administer, and sustain a respiratory protection program that fully complies with the laws and regulations regarding emergency-response actions.
A crucial part of an EMS agency's health and safety program is providing proper training and equipment for respiratory protection.
The Emergency Management Institute (EMI) Public Information Officer (PIO) training program is designed to provide PIOs with the essential knowledge, skills, and abilities to support proper decision-making by delivering the right message, to the right people, at the right time.
EMS officers will serve as both general and command staff levels within ICS. Training and an understanding of the PIO role will allow EMS officers to effectively serve in that position.
Traffic Incident Management Requirements in NFPA 1500
This new chapter includes requirements for SOPs, high visibility apparel, safe positioning, blocking, advance warning, establishing a traffic incident management area, and traffic control training. This module highlights these requirements and point departments to resources that will help them meet the requirements of the standard.
Provides a basic understanding of the most widely utilized best practices (NFPA) while planning for traffic incidents.
This two-day course examines the Safety Officer's role at emergency responses. A specific focus on operations within an Incident Command System (ICS) as a Safety Officer is a main theme. Response to all-hazards types of situations will be emphasized.
Provides a foundational knowledge for operating as an ISO within ICS, which is important at the Supervising EMS Officer level.
This course is for any fire, EMS, emergency management, and emergency services personnel who may be called upon to identify trends, describe activities, define capabilities and shortfalls, share information, manage projects, or illustrate their organizations capabilities, needs, or areas of concern to others, including members of the public and elected or appointed decision-makers.
Provides training in the Microsoft Office productivity suite for EMS officers.
Decision-Making and Financial Management for Fire and EMS Organizations
This 6-week online mediated course will provide students with the knowledge and skills needed to apply the Transformational Model and process to manage fiscal and resource allocations. Participants practice application of computer software for data analysis and decision-making.
Provides a foundational knowledge on working with finances at the agency level.
Topics in the course include: adaptive leadership, change management, active followership, effective communication including difficult conversations, advocacy-inquiry based dialogue and persuasion, ethics, authority, power, decision-making assessing situations from multiple perspectives, fostering creativity and innovation, professionalism, resilience, emotional intelligence, situational awareness, managing conflict, delegating, mentoring, coaching, empowerment, and building collaboration and synergy for professional growth.
This series presents the fire and emergency medical services (EMS) supervisor with the basic leadership skills and tools needed to perform effectively in the fire and EMS environment, to successfully transition to supervisory and leadership roles, and establish a conceptual foundation and framework for success in leadership roles by exploring creative, analytical, political and critical thinking perspectives.
In this six-day course, EMS personnel/officers/supervisors review the Incident Command System (ICS) and study proper incident command techniques for management of medium to large incidents involving multiple sick or injured patients.
This courses provides ICS and supervisor level training for coordination of complex incidents.
This two-day course provides an introduction to the knowledge, skills and abilities required to navigate current emergency medical services (EMS) management issues and the challenges in moving from EMS provider to EMS supervisor.
Provides the foundation to transition to the Supervising EMS Officer level.
This 10-day course focuses on supervisory management practices as they relate to Emergency Medical Services (EMS) in the fire service. This interactive and fast-moving course will enable participants to deal more effectively with day-to-day management issues that supervisory-level managers are likely to encounter. Some of the major components include: Personnel. Resource management Quality improvement techniques. Upon completion of this course, the students will be able to enhance the quality and overall effectiveness of their EMS operation through the use of management techniques.
Provides the foundation to transition to the Supervising and Managing EMS Officer level.
Introduction to Fire and EMS Supervision and Management
This course is intended to promote the personal and professional growth of fire and EMS personnel seeking supervisory and managerial positions. This course provides the fire and EMS supervisomanager with foundational insights to meet the expectations of the organization in the areas of Health and Wellness, Time Management, Interpersonal Communications, Motivation, Coaching and Counseling, Conflict Resolution, and Group Dynamics. The course design is grounded in a philosophical perspective of significant academic enrichment supported by prompts for personal and professional reflections as the pathway to success as a fire and EMS supervisomanager
The National Fire Academy’s (NFA’s) Managing Officer Program is a multiyear curriculum that introduces emerging emergency services leaders to personal and professional skills in change management, risk reduction and adaptive leadership.
Provides skills and education in the foundations of being an EMS Officer.
In the Beyond the Street workshop, new and aspiring supervisors learn how to think and act like leaders. Participants master essential management skills, from working effectively with different generations in the workforce and handling conflict to building trust with peers, bosses and colleagues from other agencies.
Provides the foundation to transition to the Supervising and Managing EMS Officer level.
The EMS Leadership Academy is for new and current leaders, as well as anyone with an interest in the leadership and management of EMS. It is designed to give participants the basic tools and information needed to quickly and successfully assume the role of a leader.
Will provide a foundational education for EMS management and leadership at the Managing & Executive EMS Officer level.
The Ambulance Service Manager program provides a broad foundational curriculum that matches cutting-edge theory with real-life practical applications. A diverse faculty of experts in the art and science of EMS leadership as well as current leaders of successful systems work with participants to explore their individual skills, gaps and commitments necessary to be an effective leader in today’s EMS services.
Will provide a foundational education for EMS management and leadership at the Managing & Executive EMS Officer level.
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2020.09.12 16:40 zonqBored during off-season? Come hang with us on the Discord!
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2020.09.08 09:07 kannalise1997TIFU by celebrating my birthday and self plagiarizing.
I just discovered this FU an hour ago so now I wait for my fate. Background: Im currently a college senior in nursing, classes are year round in 10 week increments. I had taken a medical leave of absence in the summer and just started back up. So now I’m retaking the same classes I was enrolled in when I left. This weekend was my birthday. Since it was a holiday weekend I had a little get together with some friends on Sunday night. There was quite a bit of alcohol involved and we all we’re having a wonderful time. It wasn’t until around 11:50 that I realized I had not turned in my weekly homework assignments that were due at midnight. Here’s where the big FU comes in. I was turning in the assignments and for one of them it was labeled “Assignment title and reflection” now since I had taken the class before I did not realize I labeled the old assignment and the new assignment as the exact same. The new assignment was saved in my computer as “Assignment title and reflection(1).” You can tell where this is going. I turn it in by 11:58 thinking everything is all right in the world and go back to living my best life until I crash at 3 AM. So today, when I wake up at 5 PM I Start checking my notifications and I go onto my school app to see if any of my assignments had been graded. The assignment had not been graded, but right next to the submission confirmation was a 100% match Plagiarized as it matched that submission to the original submission when I took this class during the summer. My heart stopped for a solid minute and I pulled up what I had turned in. I realized only then how I had messed up. I quickly resubmitted the assignment with the correct paper that I had done which showed up as 0% plagiarized. I wasn’t sure what to do, so I emailed my professor. I explained as delicately as possible how shitfaced I was and how the assignments were named the same and apologized for procrastinating in the first place until waiting last minute when I was too many drinks deep into the forbidden punch. So now I wait for her response and hope to the college gods that she can accept my drunk girl stupidity and not think that I would have any intention of plagiarizing or cheating. TL:DR Turned in an assignment last minute when super drunk. Didn’t realize I turned in the old assignment and not the new one and the computer caught it as 100% plagiarized. Only discovered this evening after hangover sleeping 14 hours.
2020.09.04 18:57 welcometosouthappWelcome to South App #6: "Greek Invasion"
Friday, September 4th, 2020 I can’t believe Winston’s making me do this on my birthday! It was sunrise on Gigi’s 19th birthday. She dragged a gas-powered chainsaw across the North Campus quad. An hour earlier, Winston had woken Gigi up with a phone call. “Fetch my chainsaw from under the bed and meet me at the library.” Click. Not even a “Happy birthday.” So, she’d rolled out of bed in a white tank top and baby-blue yoga pants. Call it morbid curiosity. Only Winston could come up with such demands, after all. Gigi was streaked in oil and sweat. She hobbled to the library entrance and let the hunk of metal fall to the ground. North Campus was a vast expanse of willow trees and solitude at sunrise. But something was very…off. Suddenly, Winston popped out of the bushes and pointed a pistol at Gigi’s forehead. “You’re alone on campus on a day like today,” he rattled off. “Out of the blue, some hooligan hops out of the bushes and tells you to wring your pockets. But you’re wearing a sundress, so you don’t have any pockets. So instead, he-” “YEET!” Gigi screamed, kicking Winston’s crotch. He crumbled to the ground, hitting a falsetto. “Oh...shit! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” “Shiiiet, it’s all right,” Winston moaned, rolling over on his back. Gigi’s frowning, pale face eclipsed the rising sun. “Happy birthday. It’s a Smith and Wesson Bodyguard. Too small for me. Be mindful of the trigger-pull and recoil. But I reckon it’s compact enough for your frou-frou jeans.” “Oh! I...thank you! But why?” The warm gun fit in her small hand like a glove. Winston stood up. “Hell, you’ve had my back since I got here. I reckon I oughta return the favor. I ain’t the brightest slice of pie in the knife drawer. But as long as you’re the brains, I may as well make due and be the brawn.” I stole your other gun and our friends stole your fake IDs! is what Gigi wanted to say. “You...make me feel really safe, Winston!” is what she actually said, slipping the gun in her purse. Winston lifted the chainsaw. “Welp, it’s time to cut some ties. We’ve got a rat in the frat. Some Alpha Beta Kappa brother pretendin’ to be one of us. See that tree down yonder? That’s their secret meet-up spot. And it’s gotta come down.” ABK, or “All Big Kocks", started as a frat that met in an off-campus apartment. Then, Clyde (son of Dean Dale Crenshaw) took over. Overnight, the funding skyrocketed. This Honors Music Fraternity was BDE’s greatest rival. Live shows every Friday night, a 3.8 GPA entrance criteria, and co-ed. “Why go to any other frat parties?” Clyde would always argue. “When the women are already here?” “So, about this rat,” Gigi mused, following Winston to the tree. “You asked him nicely to leave?” “Well, let’s just say he’s branded for life. Name was Taggart, and we actually rushed together. Poor bastard.” The lumberjack revved the chainsaw. His large pecs and biceps bulged under his shirt as he put that smoking-hot metal to work. He’d easily replaced 20 pounds of fat with muscle. And as that hundreds-year-old tree crashed to the ground, Gigi reminded herself to stay on his good side. “Let’s get the fuck out of here!” Winston yelled, taking off. “They’ll arrest you too! Hell, you’re the one with the filed-off serial number.” “W-what?!” Gigi’s voice cracked as she sprinted past him. “Fuckin’ with ya, Gigi.” Gigi rode shotgun in Winston’s truck. She kicked off her flats and began massaging her sore feet. “Um...I definitely stink,” Gigi laughed nervously, slipping her shoe back on. That was Winston’s cue to roll the window back up. She reached into her purse and pulled out the huge charcoal bath bomb that she stole from Sarah. “Dear Chadwick Hughes’ spirit: all I want for my birthday is a bath!” “Hmm.” Winston drove past Firewater Hall toward Greek Row. “You’re a wanted woman,” he reminded her. “If we go to the house, you’re gonna have to sneak in. If Ryan finds ya, he’ll put your head on a pike.” Ah, Gigi thought. Because we snuck in, punched him out, and blew up his father’s ashes. Seems...fair. They pulled up to the BDE house and saw Ryan’s white BMW in the driveway. Winston shut off his Roush engine and instinctively pulled Gigi’s head into his lap, hiding her from plain view. “Here’s the plan, birthday gal. I’ll go upstairs and grab a shower in the guest bathroom. I’ll save ya some hot water. Wait here, and I’ll text ya when everything’s ready.” Winston slipped inside. Gigi lay across the passenger and driver’s seat. She thought about bailing and driving to Denny’s for free birthday pancakes. But Winston had the keys. And as her sweating, greased-up body melted in that god-awful hot truck, she decided that she really wanted that bath. Gigi drifted off to sleep. In her dreams, she sat at a kitchen table in a massive Beverly Hills mansion. In front of Winston were a birthday cake and a huge gift bag. “Happy birthday, Winston!” she exclaimed. Winston reached into the bag and pulled out his lost Colt Single Action Army. “Ta-da! It’s your gun!” Then, he pulled out his lost BDE binder. “Ta-da! It’s your fake IDs!” Finally, he reached into the bag and pulled out a pair of yellow and white striped panties with a lacy bow. “Ta-da! It’s my virginity!” Gigi bolted awake to her phone vibrating. A text from Winston. Ready. Use the ladder. She sat up from her puddle of sweat and made her way around the side of the house. At the top of the raggedy fire escape ladder, Gigi reached the second-story open window. Tea candles lined the shelf of an elegant clawfoot bathtub, filled to the brim with steaming water. Beside the tub was a shower caddy containing a bottle of merlot, a bag of chocolate-covered almonds, several high-end soaps and face masks, and a note. To my partner in crime: I reckon we managed to evade the law quite a few times since we moved here. Truth is, ain’t no bathtubs in jail. Now, enjoy all this bougie shit that I found in Claire’s room. Happy birthday - Winston. “He writes just like he speaks,” Gigi whispered, holding the letter to her chest. Gigi stripped down to her underwear and neatly folded her clothes in a pile. On the floor was Winston’s t-shirt and blue jeans from earlier. I’m sure he’ll wear that again! She slipped off her yellow panties. After some thought, or no thought at all, she stuffed them into the back pocket of his jeans. Gigi lowered herself into her first college bath. Even the water felt softer and silkier than in the dorm, whose water flowed from lead-flavored pipes. She picked her brain for every get-rich-quick scheme in the book, aspiring to live in such comfort full-time. I could blackmail Sarah and Tai about that binder, she thought, submerging her head under water. Maybe I can convince them to give me a cut of their profits! So that a poor student like me can buy clothes that aren’t secondhand! But that would mean keeping the fake IDs a secret from Winston and betraying his trust... Gigi shot up from the water, gasping for breath. She rubbed her eyes and slicked back her jet-black hair. Then, she unwrapped the bath bomb. It fizzled as a milky grey mist clouded her entire bath. Winston, would you forgive me? Gigi lifted her hand out of the water and read her nearly-faded tattoo. And if I take a cut of their earnings, I’ll buy the cutest outfits to wear for you. I’m- She lowered her tattooed hand into the cloudy water, where it disappeared between her legs. “I’m ready for you, Winston.” *** “Look at this swole son of a bitch!” greeted Brother Twinston, as Winston entered the cozy living room after his shower. They and eight other pledges dressed in white button-downs and tan slacks, adorned with a BDE pin on the collar. Winston grabbed Twinston in a playful headlock. “I reckon ain’t nobody gonna be able to tell us apart now.” “I reckon you’re right, stunt double!” Twinston agreed. This young man was a spitting image of Winston in looks and spirit. They had met at a frat party after taking whiskey shots and reaching for the pickle jar at the same time. Bromance at first sight. “Enough faggotry,” Ryan commanded, walking up the podium by the fireplace. As the de-facto alpha of the room, his pomade-style hair stood taller than everyone else’s. Seven AM on Friday was BDE’s weekly meeting, and brothers were expressly forbidden from taking Friday classes. Because as soon as this was over, the weekend pre-gaming would commence. “Now, Winston!” Ryan began. “Looks like your sausage fingers got some dirt under your nails. I trust the deed was done?” “As motherfuckin’ Shakespeare said: the tree fell, nobody was around, and it still made a fuckin’ sound. I reckon ABK’s hideout is being hauled off by a truck as we speak.” “You’ve never had a way with words,” Ryan pointed out. “But I gotta admit: you get shit done. Now, if another rat wants to show their face, I got no problem burning down their momma’s house. Next on the list. We gotta talk about two of our…ex-members. Claire and Connor. She packed up the rest of her shit and slipped out of here last night. I’ll be posting an application for Social Chair on our Facebook page.” Last week, after Winston had caught Claire cheating on him with Frank, she had officially stepped down from BDE. “Hell, let’s break tradition and make it a man, for Christ’s sake!” Twinston piped up. Despite only being a sophomore, he had clout among the senior brothers. “I’ll consider it,” Ryan said, shrugging. “You know women: always afraid of commitment. Bitch didn’t even give a reason for leaving. Although I’m not gonna lie: I’m gonna miss those tits during strip poker.” Two muscular black brothers gave each other a crisp high-five. “Now, onto Connor. Not only did this beta bitch get a DUI, but he had our motherfucking coke on him.” Ryan tossed a bag of red-and-white cocaine on the coffee table. “Now what the fuck did we say about taking coke out of the house?” “Don’t go to the buyers - let the buyers come to you,” the brothers responded in unison. “Final topic of conversation,” Ryan announced, holding up a saloon-style wanted poster. “I’d like to announce that I've delivered swift, painful justice to the bastards who stole my father’s ashes.” On that poster were security camera photos of Frank, Tweed, and Chad - their faces X’d out. Next to their images were lo-res pics of Gigi and Sarah. “I’m increasing the bounty to 2500 bucks for whoever brings me the other two cunts.” This bounty was news to Winston. Nobody knew he was even related to Sarah, or that Gigi was currently bathing upstairs. While the brothers salivated over the reward money, Ryan swiped a fire poker cast with BDE at the tip. “We took those three bastards out to the quad and branded them for life! Sent their bitch-asses packing. But as for these two dumb sluts...I think they were the masterminds of the whole goddamn plan. I say we tie ‘em down and apply directly to the forehead!” “Yeah, man, fuck these ho’s,” Winston played along. “They did your daddy wrong. But real talk, I say we track ‘em down and exile them from the fuckin’ campus for life. Ain’t no use in getting thrown in jail for assault. Hell, that’s where those bitches belong.” “Winston, I’m disappointed in you, chief,” Ryan said condescendingly, slamming the poker on the fireplace with a loud clank. He walked over to Winston and stood eye-to-eye with him. Dead silence. Finally, Ryan cracked a douchey grin. “All right, all right,” Ryan chuckled. “I’ll go easy on ‘em...that is, if they drop to their knees and suck every last drop from us until they fucking drown!” The brothers roared like animals, chanting Ryan’s name as he ripped open the bag of red-and-white cocaine. Winston forced a painful smile as the nausea set in. Ryan leaned over the coffee table and proceeded to snort his usual Friday-morning line. “WHO’S GOT MOTHERFUCKING BIG DICKS?” Ryan screamed psychotically. “WE DO!” the brothers yelled, banging their chests. “AND ON MY DEAD DAD’S GRAVE! IF ANYBODY CROSSES BETA DELTA EPSILON, WE’LL DISEMBOWEL THEM AND SHIT DOWN THEIR THROATS!” Ryan flipped over the glass coffee table, shattering it into pieces. *** The massive South Campus quad was speckled with students playing ultimate frisbee, strumming guitars, and pretending to study. It was Tai’s happy place. Ever since Jacky turned him loose, he and Sarah had been practicing Krav Maga during sunset. A zen-like hobby that helped him clear his mind and shrink his erection. Tai landed a shaky roundhouse kick as he spotted a young lady in the corner of his eye. “I’ve got your rematch, Sarah,” Tai jeered, landing a sloppy jump-spinning crescent kick. But as he stuck the landing, he witnessed Gigi in a traditional kimono and a chopstick bun. “I accept your challenge in Sarah’s stead!” Gigi cheered, bowing deeply. “Wait...huh? Where’s Sarah?” “Ah, in celebration of my 6,939th day on Planet Earth, she elected to maintain a record of meeting notes in my dreadful Comparative Literature enrichment!” A blank stare from Tai as he slowly shifted into a guarding stance. “I mean...it’s my fucking birthday, so she went to class for me!” She kicked off her flats and crouched into a grappling stance. “Now, will you hand over a third of your fake ID profits? Or will I have to spill the Bush’s Bourbon and Brown Sugar baked beans to Winston?” “W-what?! Who told you?” “Hmmm...twas but a whisper in the wind - a grape from the vine!” Gigi inched toward Tai, who cautiously backed up. “Okay, look...don’t, um, don’t do anything drastic! We’re gonna pay it back to him, I promise. If you think about it, we’re just doing the work for him. It’s just that...well, it’s been a tough week so we can’t really afford to give you that kind of money!” “As you wish. I’ll have to beat it out of you instead!” Tai threw a lunging side kick. But the swift Gigi virtually teleported behind him. She jammed her thumbs into the tender spot below his ears. “Fool, a petite fighter such as myself must play defensively,” Gigi bragged, regrouping. “I’ve been watching you. Looks like those kicks have thrown you off balance, Mister Flat Foot!” “You can kiss that ID money goodbye,” Tai scoffed, rubbing his pressure points. “That’s perfectly fine, grasshopper! I don’t intend to ask for it.” Tai side-stepped and tried for a sweep kick. Gigi raised her leg over her head like a Chinese gymnast. He fell forward from his own momentum, but Gigi pressed her foot against his face to stop the fall. She wiggled her toes, then gave him a firm roundhouse to the side of the head. Tai fell back onto the grass. As he lost his breath, she wrapped her arms and legs around him from behind. A rear-naked chokehold that Sarah would've been damn proud of. “Jaleo gada, jaleo gada, jaleo gada,” Gigi cooed in Korean, squeezing his windpipe. And “go to sleep” he did. Ten minutes later, Tai sat up with a start, drenched in sweat. A ring of students surrounded him. “Break it up, dudes and dudettes!” Sarah exclaimed, forcing her way through the crowd. The students dispersed as she helped the oblivious Tai to his feet. “Oh...fuck,” Tai groaned. He fumbled for his minimalist metal wallet. Six-hundred dollars in cash was gone. “You got robbed, my guy?” Sarah asked, kigh as a hite. “That’s not even the half of it. This is bad. I have a lot to explain to you.” Tai recapped his encounter with Gigi, while he and Sarah sipped lattes on the library’s top floor. “Holy mother of balls,” Sarah whispered after Tai explained Gigi’s blackmailing. “Look, maybe we come clean. Do you think you can talk to Winston?” “Not a chance in Woodstock,” Sarah replied, frantically shaking her dreadlocks. “My brother’s all about loyalty first. He’d cut my hair while I was asleep and he’d circumcise you while you were awake.” Tai instinctively covered his crotch as they stopped at a bulletin board. “So...we’re Gigi’s bitches," said Tai. "If we owe her a cut every time we make a sale, we’ve gotta find a better market.” On cue, he swiped a flyer from the bulletin board. TONIGHT: Alpha Beta Kappa proudly presents the Housewarming Masquerade. $10 cover. All students welcome. *** The good ole’ southern twins stood on the wrap-around porch, whiskey in hand. “Look, brother,” Twinston started, patting Winston’s back. “I’ve known Ryan for a year. I know he can get a little...impulsive with his words. But that don’t mean he’s impulsive with his actions. You’re worried about them two girls, aren’t ya?” Winston was one text message away from telling Gigi and Sarah to flee campus. During last month’s frat party, he had never thought to question why Frank and Gigi had shown up in the first place. It never occurred to him that they were there to blow Ryan’s father’s legacy to smithereens. Ryan stumbled out in a bright red bathrobe that matched his stuffy, red nose. “Shit, I almost forgot to ask ya, Winston,” he slurred. “I meant to collect your fake ID money for this week.” Winston was so close to coming clean. Some jack-off stole the binder! he wanted to say. But the punishment for having lost it would be swift and fierce. So, he reached into his wallet and pulled out 600 bucks, straight from his own student loan account. “Geez, tough week again, huh?” Ryan jeered, snatching the cash. “Where have you been trying to sell them?” “Oh, you know...the regular beats,” Winston lied. “I reckon I ain’t gonna hit the library on weekdays no more.” “The library?” Twinston repeated, bewildered. “Shit, what’s it like in there? Ain’t never been.” “Not your brightest moment, I’m not gonna lie,” Ryan chuckled at Winston. “But, at least you learned your lesson for next week.” Winston nodded, taking it on the chin. If he had to make another withdraw, there wouldn’t be a “next week.” Winston had to find that ID thief. “Whoa, what the hell?” Twinston pointed at a fleet of U-Haul vans, led by a 2021 silver BMW. They watched as the vehicles pulled into the driveway of the empty frat house next door. “Holy fucking shit,” Ryan gasped. “It’s motherfucking Alpha Beta Kappa.” The bald driver opened the butterfly doors. Thick marijuana smoke trickled out of the car. The passenger doors sprang up, and out hopped a freckle-faced redhead with a pornstar body. She brought a wheelchair over to the driver’s side and helped the bald guy into the seat. Then, she marveled at the huge mansion and jumped up and down in her stilettos, her huge breasts bouncing in her tight corset. She rushed into the new house, pausing to give Winston a quick glance before she entered. Another redhead, huh? Winston thought. My favorite flavor. The bald guy rolled over to the BDE house in his wheelchair, a present in his lap. His large biceps and tattoos were on full display in his worn Guns N’ Roses sleeveless tee. His jeans were bleached and destroyed and his black Converse were spotless. “What’s up, neighbors?” the paraplegic spoke in a loud, baritone voice. He handed the present to Ryan. “I’m Clyde, President of Alpha Beta Kappa. Looks like we’re gonna be seeing a whole lot of each other.” “Uh...yeah, my name’s Ryan.” He extended a hand while using the other to dab his bloody nose. “So...I thought Tri-Delt leased the house next door.” “I assume you know sororities almost as well as I do. Truth is: women are too damn afraid of commitment. You gonna open that present or what?” Ryan slipped off the bow and tore the wrapping paper. It was a penis pump. “Now, let me lay down some ground rules for you and your twins,” Clyde continued, straightening his posture in the chair. “There’s only room for one big dick on Greek Row. Now you may think you have a big dick. But there’s a gang of nine-inch fresh-cut cocks in town.” Clyde whistled with his fingers. The U-Haul truck doors rolled up. And out came a cavalry of ABK brothers, hauling furniture toward the house as they chanted “All Big Kocks!” Like pallbearers, they each grabbed a corner of expensive sofas, desks, and beds. Posing on top of each piece of furniture was a topless ABK sister. The brothers escorted them like royalty into the soon-to-be furnished mansion. Clyde unfolded a flyer from his back pocket and handed it to Ryan. “Bring your asses tonight. There are plenty more tits where those came from.” It was an invitation to the ABK Housewarming Masquerade. Clyde swiveled around and rolled back on over to his new house. “By the way!” Clyde called out. “I don’t condone Taggart for spying on y’all like he did! I don’t care who you work for: a rat is a rat!” “That’s bullshit,” Ryan whispered. He knew good and well that Taggart’s spying was planned and coordinated by Clyde himself. “If they’re gonna spy on us, we’re gonna do the same fuckin’ thing to them.” “Sit back and relax,” Winston finally broke his silence, standing tall next to his doppelganger. “My twin and I will crash this party and dig up as much dirt as possible.” “And he and I are the only two who can be in two places at once,” Twinston added. “Then we infiltrate tonight!” Ryan announced. “Because gentlemen, Greek Row is a pair of tight spandex trunks. And there’s only room for one big dick.” *** Watching Tai work was amazing. At the ABK Masquerade, the masked Sarah sat at the bar in the massive concert venue. Clyde’s 90’s cover band was onstage. Like clockwork, the masked Tai would sniff out gay clientele, grab a fake ID from the binder, approach him, make out with him on the dance floor, and come back with a fistful of dollars. “I’m averaging one sale per song,” Tai panted, wiping somebody’s lipstick from his mouth. “Here, hit me with another ID!” “You do know this is borderline prostitution, my dude?” “I...yes.” Prostitution or not, they racked up a thousand bucks in the first hour. And with Gigi taking a cut of their sales, they were going to need that extra money to keep this operation afloat. “Take a break, will ya?” Sarah suggested, patting the barstool next to her. The freckle-faced redhead from Clyde’s BMW was bartending. She wore bright blue fairy wings, a lacy corset, and a glittery half-mask. “Two lemon drops, my loves,” she cooed in a Scottish accent, setting the drinks on the bar. “Aw, I love how comfy you two look!” Tai and Sarah were dressed down in South App hoodies and yoga pants: items that every female or gay student owned. The goal was to not stand out while selling fake IDs. And yet, they had failed to wear masks. “I prefer to dress like I do around the house,” the fairy said with a smile, fluttering off to help the next patron. Outside, Winston and Twinston - the twin spies - walked up the ABK steps in matching button-downs, slacks, and white opera masks. They psyched each other up. The “Who’s got big dicks? We’ve got big dicks!” standard affair. Suddenly, a pack of drunk girls stormed out the front door and spilled an entire glass of cranberry vodka on Winston’s khakis. “Suck it up, buttercup!” she slurred, stumbling off with her posse. Co-ed fraternity girls were a different breed. “Shit,” Winston muttered, looking down at the mess. “Better go change, brother,” Twinston suggested. “I’mma gather some intel until you get back.” Winston retreated to the BDE house while Twinston entered the party alone. He stood at the entrance, absorbing the nostalgia of the 90’s rock set. Permanently-seated Clyde was on drums. A crowd of groupies sang along up front while everyone else gathered on the dance floor. “Jack and Coke,” Twinston told the fairy bartender. “If you have time.” From the dance floor, Tai and Sarah were casually mingling and making fake ID sales. They were also people-watching. “It’s fucking uncanny,” Tai began, pointing at Twinston from afar. “I’m telling you, that’s not Winston,” Sarah argued. “If you want proof, ask him to drop his pants. My brother has a birthmark on his upper-left ass cheek.” “W-what?!” “That dude could fool almost anyone though. But a sister always knows.” Suddenly, all eyes shot toward the front door. In walked a young South Korean student in a baby-blue evening dress. Trailing behind her was a long, ornate satin train. The side-splitting fabric exposed her white-laced garter belt that ran from her thighs to her matching open-toed high heels. Instantly, she won the room. Clyde hit the final snare, ending his Jane’s Addiction cover. “Well, don’t just stand there, princess!” Clyde called out to the woman, beckoning her onstage with a drumstick. “Come on up and introduce yourself.” Princess Gigi obliged, but not before giving Tai and Sarah a passing glance. “I hope you’re on your A-game with those sales,” she whispered with a devious grin. “Because I need money for a red dress just like this one!” Sarah tugged on Tai’s sleeve. “Let’s get the fuck out of here!” she hissed. “Hey...uh bartender?” “I’m Miri,” the Scottish redhead responded. “But I bid you call me Miri.” “Miri, care to point us to the back door?” Tai and Sarah slipped through the kitchen and out the back door. Miri kept pouring for thirsty patrons, all while eyeing this Korean bombshell on stage. “Um...hi, everyone!” Gigi greeted, while the seated Clyde held the microphone to her mouth. “It’s my birthday today, and...I’m sober! Who wants to help me change that?” Every man on the dance floor cheered like Quentin Tarantino with a glass slipper. Their girlfriends gave Gigi dirty looks, holding their men close. Clyde leaned into her ear. “Don’t let me catch you paying for a single drop tonight.” He turned around and rolled back to the drum set. He clicked his sticks and began a Chili Peppers cover. The party was back underway. “Another Jack and Coke,” Twinston requested from Miri. “Make it a double-shot.” From the bar, he’d watched the entire spectacle. Now, Gigi was walking over to him. “Please read,” Gigi said, plopping down next to Twinston. She slipped the thin fabric of her dress to the side, exposing a pale white thigh. Then, she reached under her garter belt for a letter. She slid it across the bar, showing off her baby-blue painted nails. Twinston peeled off the heart-shaped sticker and unfolded the letter. Written in cursive was the most kinky, depraved to-do list of sex acts he had ever seen. At the bottom was a signed statement: For my birthday I, Ji-hye “Gigi” Moon, hereby sign my virginity over to Winston Arnold Beavers. Clearly, Gigi had the wrong man. As soon as Miri returned with Twinston's drink, Gigi swiped it. She sipped her first taste of whiskey through a straw, her bedroom eyes growing wider and wider. She slammed the glass of ice on the bar. Then, she leaned into Twinston’s ear and passed an ice cube from her mouth to his. “Hey, uh...bartender?” Twinston stammered, as Gigi ran her tongue across his fuzzy beard. “Back door’s through the kitchen,” Miri laughed in a Scottish accent as she watched the flirtatious pair. Twinston grabbed Gigi’s hand and jetted out of there. If Winston caught them, he’d impale them with his chainsaw and cut the engine on. So they cut across the back yard and entered Twinston’s first-floor bedroom through the window. She immediately slipped out of her dress, leaving on nothing but the heels and garter belt. And as the masked girl spread her legs, Twinston kept telling himself that this was consensual. *** Winston entered the ABK house in a filthy pair of blue jeans from that morning. The crowd waved their lighters while Clyde’s band played Semisonic’s “Closing Time.” Seeing as it was last call, Winston made a bee-line for the bar. “I’ll have a Jack and Coke, Miss,” Winston said to Miri, tipping his hat. “If you have time.” Miri cocked her head, her wings and eyebrows twitching. “Wait...what’s going on?” she asked, taken aback by Winston’s twin from five minutes earlier. “Alcoholism, that’s what,” Winston chuckled. “Why, I reckon you’ve just seen a ghost. Wanna have a drink with me to calm the spirits?” He was here to gain ABK intel. But her freckled face, wavy red hair, and Scottish accent were definitely a bonus. “Apparently so!” Miri laughed, her breasts bouncing up and down in that tight corset. “Tell you what: I’ll toast with ya.” Miri poured Winston’s Jack and Coke and the umpteenth cranberry vodka of the night. But like the mystical fairy creature she was, she garnished her drink with a handful of blueberries, a splash of lemon juice, and a basil leaf. “Seventy-nine,” Winston randomly said as they clinked glasses across the bar. “Hmmm?” “Seventy-nine. I reckon that’s how many freckles you have on your face.” “Ah...well, let’s see. I've never counted before. But on my whole body? Well...we’re definitely in quadruple digits.” Miri leaned in close, the scent of gin and spearmint on her breath. “If you want to take me to my room and count them, I can do 150 an hour. That is, if you’re a fast counter.” Winston chuckled, then slipped something into her henna-tattooed hand. “I mighty appreciate it. But I’d rather ya tell me a little bit about this place. Thinkin’ about pledging.” A lie, of course. Without missing a beat, Miri slapped a bag of blue-and-white cocaine on the bar. “Tell ya what: you try ours and I’ll try yours.” Right in front of everyone, she opened the bag of red-and-what cocaine and split it into lines. Winston’s jaw dropped. It was all coming together in his slow-churning mind. Taggart and ABK had been gathering intel to corner the entire fucking college cocaine market. While Miri dropped her head to do a line, Winston slipped his rival’s cocaine into his pocket. All right, I’ve got what I came for. No thanks to Twinston. Time to report back to Ryan. “Yo, the concert’s over but the night has just fucking begun!” Clyde announced on the mic. “Ladies only: get your asses to the center of the dance floor. You know what time it is!” Miri’s head shot up from her third line of cocaine. She released an orgasmic Scottish moan. Then, this mystical fairy pranced into the center of the room, spun on her heel, and gave a curtsey in her outfit. What the hell is going on? Winston thought, sipping his whiskey. He reached into his back pocket for a napkin and felt something else instead. Slowly, he held Gigi’s lacy yellow panties in front of his face. Miri, how the hell did you put this in my pocket without me noticing? Hell, I reckon this bitch is a fairy after all. “DJ, hit the music!” Clyde commanded. Fergie’s “London Bridge” blared through the speakers and rang across Greek Row. The tipsy Miri swayed her hips to the violent bass beat, shedding her wings. Applause erupted from the crowd. “Now just what are we to do about this corset?” Miri cooed, puckering her lower lip. “Take it off!” the brothers chanted. And she did. Winston instantly realized that her “1000-freckles” estimate was correct. “Lose that skirt!” the crowd commanded. Winston nervously tapped his foot. Not because he was afraid of seeing a naked woman. That road was heavily-traveled and full of potholes. But Miri was drunk, and nobody was doing a damn thing about it. She hooked her thumbs beneath her pink-and-blue skirt and pulled it down to her ankles. No underwear, and a hundred more freckles on Winston’s scoreboard. “Make yourself decent, moron!” Winston called out, sling-shotting the yellow panties across the room to Miri. She reached up and caught them, red-eyed high and shit-faced drunk. “These…these aren’t mine. But they sure are cute!” What?! Who the fuck do they belong to then? And why the fuck were they in my pocket?! Regardless, Miri slipped into the tight panties. She gave a polite curtsy and fluttered away through the kitchen and out the back door. “Yo, what the fuck man?” Clyde raged as he watched the action from his wheelchair. “You fuckin’ scared her off! DJ, cut the music!” Fergie stopped singing and all eyes fell on Winston. He took a deep breath and boldly stepped into the center of the dance floor. “She was fucking wasted, partner. Are y’all really gonna make her do all that?” “It doesn’t fucking matter,” Clyde seethed. “It’s Friday: we drink, and Miri strips. She’s a whore. And that’s what whores do. Who the fuck do you think you are anyway? S-s-somebody take off his mask!” But Winston removed his own mask and tossed it on the floor. There he was: invading ABK just as the phony Mississippian Taggart had invaded BDE. “Leave it to a Beta to look for pussy at an Alpha’s party!” Clyde jeered over the mic. “Can you all believe this white-knight faggot tried to stand up for a fuckin’ whore?” Winston couldn’t resist a comeback. It was too easy. “At least I can actually stand, you fucking cretin.” Every single hand covered a gasping mouth. Winston turned and walked into the kitchen, building up to a sprint out the back door. Rabid yells from behind as he cut across BDE’s back yard, dashing past rows of trees and street lights to the end of Greek Row. At the dimly-lit street sign, he collapsed into the grass. Winston, ya done fucked up now. “Yo, you okay, bro?” somebody called out. Winston looked up and saw two douchey frat boys carrying acoustic guitars. Before he could get up, one of them had already hoisted him to his feet. He winced as he put pressure on a sprained ankle. “You had way too much, my man!” Guitar Guy 1 said. “And it’s not even nine yet. Gotta pace yourself!” “Yeah, man,” agreed Guitar Guy 2, brushing grass off Winston’s shoulder. “Hey, why don’t you come with us to Alpha Beta Kappa’s party? I hear our president’s band is fuckin’ killing it tonight.” Winston felt his soul leave his body. Suddenly, Guitar Guy 1’s phone rang. “Hello?” Guitar Guy 1 answered his phone. “Hey, what’s up, Clyde. Yeah, yeah, we’re almost there. We’ve got our guitars and...huh? Oh shit, you talking ‘bout the guy dressed like a cowboy? Yeah, man, he’s right here. Drunk as fuck, I’ll tell ya h’what. Wait, what? He said what to you? No, fuck that. FUCK. THAT! Yeah, man, we’re gonna take care of him right the fuck now!” Winston slowly backed up to the street sign, a hot pain searing through his ankle. Running was out of the question. “You so much as move, we aim for the head,” said Guitar Guy 2, shouldering his weapon. Winston placed his back to the street sign and sank to a seated position. He looked up at the fretted assailants. Not with fear, but with acceptance. “I know all about your frat’s cocaine operation. And all I gotta say: I’m gonna run it into the motherfuckin’ ground.” Guitar Guy 1 went for a cross slice, cracking the guitar against Winston’s head. He bled before he hit the grass in a fetal position. His body convulsed in a seizure. “Yo, no face shots!” Guitar Guy 2 screamed, kicking Winston in the ribs to vent his frustration. He brought his ax above his head and hammered down on his gut. Winston released the death cry of a wounded gazelle. But instead of delivering that final blow, the Guitar Guys looked at one another and nodded. Then, they dropped their pastel board shorts and proceeded to piss on Winston’s wounds from head to toe. “Look at the sign and tell me what the fuck it says, cuck!” Guitar Guy 1 yelled, stomping his face with his boat shoes one last time. They zipped up their shorts and ran off. A groaning Winston wiped his bloody, sopping-wet face and looked up at the sign. Crenshaw Ave. Just like his father’s legacy, Clyde was here to stay. Winston blacked out. *** It wasn’t rape. It was my choice. It wasn’t rape. It was my choice. It. Was. My choice. Gigi stared at her reflection in the dorm room mirror. Tears and mascara flowed down her face, streaking her cleavage and her wrinkled gown. With fumbling hands, she unwrapped a Plan B Morning-After Pill and slipped it between her dry, chapped lips. She cupped some water into her hand and swallowed, gripping the edges of the sink as she looked back at the defiled girl in the mirror. Hours earlier, she had been pure. Now, she stank of sweat, Walmart-brand musk, and a stranger’s bodily fluids. It was only when Twinston had taken off his mask that she’d realized she had made love to a man she did not know. Only minutes to midnight. Soon, the wrinkled evening gown would disappear, and Gigi would be reduced to dirty rags and cloths. “This...this is certainly the kind of dress I would want to die in,” she told her reflection, forcing a smile as she permitted tears to flow freely. A fall from the seventh story would surely kill Gigi. She envisioned her mangled corpse on the gnarled roots below. Then, she feverishly latched onto something to keep her alive for one more day. Froyo! Tomorrow was the grand opening of the local frozen yogurt joint. I’ll get to choose my favorite sugary toppings to pile on my watermelon sorbet. But tonight, I didn't choose to have sex with that man. It was not. My. Fault. Gigi’s phone rang. It was Sarah. “Gigi, get your ass down to the third floor - quick!” Gigi flew down the stairs, tripping over a few drunk students in the process. She stood in the doorway of Room 309, where a bloodied cowboy lay his head in Sarah’s lap. Tai sat on the futon, handing Sarah gauze and rubbing alcohol from the first aid kit. “Gigi,” Winston mumbled. He lifted his head, then set it back down as he erupted into a coughing fit. “You look...great. Not as sexy as my sister though. But I’m from the South, so it’s family first. Roll tide...” Sarah and Gigi smiled weakly, seeing how Winston was slowly returning back to normal. But Gigi’s smile turned to shock as she got a closer look at his face. One eye was swollen shut and bleeding from the corner. A large knot on his head oozed pus, even as Sarah frequently dabbed it with a tissue. His twitching body hinted at the lacerations and bruises beneath his bloody t-shirt. And through Winston’s smile, he was missing a bottom tooth. “Everybody fucking leave!” Gigi exploded, dropping to her knees and laying her head on Winston’s chest. He winced at first, but slowed his breathing as she held his hand. She sobbed her eyes out, soaking Winston’s shirt and beard. “Gigi, look,” Tai said, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Winston needs all of us right now. Not just-” Gigi fetched the 22-caliber pistol from her purse and slammed it on the tile floor. “I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT! OUT, OUT, OUT!” Winston’s heart raced as Gigi squeezed his hand with all her might. “It’s all my fault,” she whispered, as if they were already alone. “If only I let you keep your gun, you could have defended yourself.” “Buddy, that just ain’t plum-fuckin’ true. Ain’t nobody’s fault but mine. I talked shit and got hit.” Sarah and Tai quietly slipped out the door, most likely to count their fake ID earnings. Gigi positioned Winston’s head on her lap and ran her small hands through his messy brown hair. “This ain’t the first time you caught me covered in piss. Reckon it won’t be the last.” Gigi giggled. “I’ll...I’ll be here all night to protect you.” She clutched the gun with one hand and ran her fingers through his hair with the other. “And we can wash your hair in the morning.” “Thanks, buddy. I reckon I done gots me a few enemies now. So...ya ain’t gonna let the piss fairies sneak in and give me a golden shower...are ya?” “I...I won’t let you down!” Gigi laughed, gripping the gun. “And if the pee bandits come around here, I’ll politely escort their hind keisters a third-of-a-dozen floors north, where their skin shall bubble under the 100 Kelvin internal temperature of our antiquated heating and cooling apparatus!” “Shit,” Winston moaned, closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep. “If they don’t fix your AC sooner or later...you may have to move down here and live with me.” While Winston rested, Gigi stood watch all night. She forgot all about what Twinston had done to her. Misery loved company. And while Gigi never wished for anything bad to happen to Winston, his timing couldn’t have been better.
2020.09.02 05:59 Subject_Gur_4749College Applications Help
hello, im a senior about to apply to college right now but I dont really have anyone to ask about the whole application process. Id be grateful if anyone could give me an idea of what colleges I should look for as a reach, match, and safety (doesnt have to be long). My UW gpa is pretty low, a 3.6, with my weighted being about a 3.4. My SAT is a 1540. Im sure colleges wont really care about this but my PSAT was a 1470, which unfortuneatley was just at the cutline for national merit this year in CA (im not sure if this makes a huge difference in apps also). I dont have much leadership positions and i am in 2 clubs outside of school, with 2 in school. One positive thing i guess is that I have had an upward trend in my grades. Any info would be greatly appreciated ^^.
2020.09.02 01:12 SewudIt's really bleak out there for women much better than myself, and meanwhile it's ridiculously easy for my male friends
It's so bleak out there for my females cousins and friends. I can count on a handful the ones who are married with children. So many women who are way more beautiful and successful and kind than I am ended up single. Actually scratch that, I don't know ANY woman in my generation who is married with children. The ones who made it to finding a partner and having children are just not married. The only marriages I went to were for my MALE relatives. The women wanted to get married too, but they had to compromise because the guy they met "didn't believe in marriage". It's so much compromise for women. If you want to date you have to date a man who's 10 years older. If you want to date you have to date a man who's an ex-alcoholic. If you want to date you have to date a man who doesn't want children. If you want to date you have to date a man who makes way less money than you. These women have to compromise and these are women who are beautiful and with great personalities. My male relatives have had to compromise NOTHING. They got exactly the partner they wanted. My unattractive male friends who are still single are sleeping with "low quality" women (ie. women who aren't perfect Stacies) and then rejecting them when they say they want a relationship. They tell me about this and all I can do is stare blankly at the universe as I realize how bleak it is for women and how men never compromise on anything. The most ridiculous thing is those incels saying their looks hold them back. They will grow up and realize they were just socially challenged and dating women is actually easy for men. Looks don't factor in for much for a man. I see ugly guys getting laid and having girls fall in love with them and wanting to sleep with them. This is just due to the guy being able to talk and have a personality. It's so bleak out there that at some point a girl who likes to garden will go for ANY guy who will garden with her. My unattractive male friends who are still single say they are still single because they are not attractive, but they are rejecting women left and right because the woman is not exactly what they are looking for. What they really mean is that because they are not the best-looking guys, they don't get access to the girls they want. They are stuck with just the women they deem "not good enough". One friend is obese and he has an atypical job working at night so it's not easy for him to date and also he describes living in a dilapidated place where he's embarrassed to bring a woman home. Guess what? Women go to his place and sleep with him anyway. He keeps sleeping with women who are in love with him, but he doesn't want to date them. Or he dates them for a while and then he decides he doesn't love them back, because they aren't this or that enough. I just think about how bleak it is for those women. Imagine latching on to your obese friend who lives in a dump because there's so few men left and you fall in love with him and he uses you for a pump and dump. Another friend is skinny and small and a late bloomer, but according to his own admission he remained a virgin for a long time because he spent his college years orbiting Stacy who had a boyfriend. He eventually used lower status women to learn about sex and he eventually got a starter girlfriend that he dumped even though she was in love with him. Another one is a Pakistan guy who is short and chubby and older (mi-thirties). I have witnessed him sleep his way through Tinder. Yes, Tinder. The very app that men complain is so impossible to use for them. This guy is short, chubby and phenotype South Asian. He got laid so much on Tinder. In fact, he was unemployed while dating on Tinder. I kid you not. He used to have a good job, but then he took a multi-year break and he kind of didn't get back into work because he couldn't find what he wanted. (Again, men do not compromise.) Well, while he was unemployed for several years, he was on Tinder, and he was going on dates and sleeping with women. Nothing stops men! I have been unemployed and I can tell you I have not opened the dating apps while unemployed because I would just not feel worthy of going on a date while unemployed. But this guys was unemployed and putting everything into dating apps. I have witnessed him dismiss a Tinder match who was physically the female version of him and professionally more accomplished than him. She was working in the field he used to work in before, but she was in a more senior position / bigger company. Physically, she was Pakistan and chubby / fat like him. He said "I feel so bad because she sounds great and her job at her age is sooo impressive, but I'm a man and the visual aspect is important for us". I have witnessed him pump and dump only younger white women. He showed me his Tinder matches and it was ridiculous. They were all beautiful and professionally accomplished (he cared about professional accomplishments in a partner so once again he compromised on nothing and kept sleeping with women who were both beautiful and accomplished). This guy at least settled down eventually when he found a woman who was pretty, skinny, white, young and with a good personality. But imagine how bleak it is for women. The woman he ended up with looks perfect and is considerably younger, yet he's the best SHE could find. I have a female cousin who is so beautiful. She looks like Camila Cabello. She is so smart and hard working too. She keeps winning awards at her work. She is a professional Stacy and she was dating a professional Chad until her mid-twenties when he dumped her. She has had no one since. What is she even going to do? She deserves the world, she's not only kind and sane and organized and hardworking and fun, but she's also classically so beautiful. I just cannot take men seriously when they say dating is hard. Get out of your bubble and grow up and you will see how easy it is for men.
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2020.08.31 02:24 SwedishJesishHow to get from a career in User Experience Design to Med School?
Hello everyone, After taking a bit of time of ruminating on what I ultimately want to do in my career, I believe that gaining an MD would be a valuable tool in terms of what I want to accomplish. However, this was not a path I even remotely considered when I was in college. Now, at 23 years old, I want to start sketching out what this path would look like for me as a career changer. I would be grateful if anyone could help me. I am sure this subreddit gets a ton of questions like this, however, I feel that I may have somewhat of a unique situation. My sister is also on the pre-med route, and she wasn't exactly sure either what the best plan for me is, so I humbly come to /premed for any help. I am also happy to go into more detail on my motivation for this path if anyone is interested. In short, I wanted to transition into a career that does therapy/psychology, but I don't really think you can separate the mind from the body from my own personal experience, which led me to thinking more about gaining medical education and training. My ultimate goal would to be a psychiatrist who practices both therapy and medication management, which is what the person who got me interested in therapy also does. That level of variety and flexibility towards solving a problem area I care a lot about (mental health) sounds extremely satisfying. However, I don't think I would do medical school without knowing if I'd still be interested in being a doctor in general, given the time, financial, and emotional investment I'm sure medical school requires; as I'll get into below. Some of the goals I am looking to accomplish in the early stages: 1. Verify that medical school is an attainable goal for me. I have Options A, B, C, etc., on the table right now. Medical School -> Psychiatry is Option A. The first thing I'd like to do is know if, from my current position and profile, if medical school is even the right path for me. Conceptually, I think I would enjoy learning about the body and all that comes with it; I have enjoyed reading a lot of academic content and analysis on COVID-19, even if I don't understand it all. But frankly it has been a while since I have approached any of these subjects in an academic context. So I think it is important to figure out quickly if I enjoy these subjects enough in that context to survive in medical school. Whether this means immediately studying for the MCAT, or taking online course of some sort, I have no idea, and it is certainly one of the suggestions I am looking for. 2. Verify that I would enjoy the day-to-day life of a general physician. What I want from medical school is sort of specific, as I talked about above. Obviously, not everything works out in the way we want it to, and I need to figure out if I would enjoy the daily life and job responsibilities of your average doctor in the event that I got into medical school but Option A didn't work out. I have heard not to go into medical school for one specialty alone, and I understand this fear and wouldn't want to fall into that mistake (and I would certainly be open to other specialties over psychiatry if I end up finding them interesting). I believe I would enjoy the role in general, as one of the reasons for leaving my current career is that I want to have more of a direct impact on people's lives. I imagine this question is answered by getting clinical experience and shadowing, but I still have to figure out how to do this while holding down a full-time job. 3. Keep my current full-time job until I build up more financial security. I was left with a lot of student debt from university and want to focus in the short-term at staying at my current job (or moving around once or twice if it means a salary increase) to pay off debt and build a decent financial grounding so I am not incessantly worried about money for my eventual career transition. This means that for the next 2-3 years, any effort towards medical school will probably have to be part-time. However, I see this as sort of a benefit. It gives me time to take things slowly and not overwhelm myself (as I can see from my sister who is trying to go straight from college to medical school), and I can save up to go back to school if necessary without incurring more unnecessary debt. However, I also don't want to sit around doing nothing; my initial plan was studying for the MCAT, since I thought it was a nice way to tackle all of your average science topics and get a good answer to the first goal I have. But it seems to be recommended that I actually take the classes first before. What is the best way to use this interim time to both accomplish the above goals and build up my application? With these goals in mind, I would like to start out sketching a plan on what order to tackle your average MD/DO school requirements. I made this pro/con list below to maybe provide more context of what I have to work with at this time in my life. The bad: 1a. Unrelated majoeducation. The title of my major sounds sort of made up, and my transcript (i.e. class titles) reads like a summer camp schedule. But essentially, I am trained to be a User Experience Designer, meaning I design/code apps and websites to be as easy to use as possible (so some psychology is involved as well). It was still a B.S., and in reality, it wasn't easy since the program is designed to be fast-paced and prepare you for the working world (ex. we did a lot of projects with tight deadlines, and you had to get your head in the game quickly and manage your time well). I'm sure this is true with most majors, but my impression is just from a project management perspective, the dial was turned up an extra notch or two in my major specifically. However, whether medical schools agree with this is TBD I guess. 1b. Lack of science pre-reqs. Along with the above, I am very light on the science pre-reqs medical schools look for. I technically have a Bachelors of Science, but would need to take all of Biology/Chemistry from scratch I imagine. I should have Physics 1, all of Calculus, and some of the other generic classes like English or something. But it seems that the most important classes to medical school are ones I still need to take (but maybe this is a benefit as well? I probably wouldn't have taken these classes seriously in college, since I had no idea I may one day try to go to medical school). 2. No clinical or volunteer hours. Self-explanatory. Some of the hours I see people have accumulated on posts here blows my mind. I'm not sure if that is normal, but it really seems impossible for me to accumulate that many hours with a full-time job. 3. Academically rusty... It has been a while (since sophomore year maybe?) that I have actually sat down and taken a long-form, written test. I was a good test taker in high school, but I probably have some rust to shake off. 4. Can only contribute part-time for the next 2-3 years. See Goal 3. The good (or stuff I can work with): 1. Graduated with a 3.8 GPA. Despite being told over and over again that my GPA wasn't important to my industry, and it was better to focus on side projects and networking, my inner A-type personality would always take over by the end of a quarter. Thank god for that, because I imagine (if I do well in the additional science pre-reqs I need to take) that my GPA will not be a barrier to getting an MD like it is for many others. 2. I am currently working at a reputable healthcare consultancy. I did not plan this at all, but I've read this is a path some people take inbetween graduation and medical school. My company works with the top pharma companies in the world. I am also just a User Experience Designer, so I don't deal directly with any medical knowledge/information (or maybe a better way to put it is that I don't understand it). HOWEVER, it seems like this is something I could get more out of than I thought... I just don't know how! What is the best way to gain relevant experience to a medical school application while I'm here? 3. My senior project was creating a science-based, lifestyle management app for a non-profit that does research into a well-known chronic disease. I don't want to describe the app too specifically as to give away my identity. However, during this experience I remember learning some interesting medical information about how certain diets and habits could treat the disease before medication was needed at later stages, which is one of the main focuses of the organization we worked with, which we then used to incorporate into our app. I was also the Co-Project Manager for this, with a team of 10+ people. Sadly, I don't think they ever released it publicly to the App Store for stupid logistical reasons that didn't have much to do with my work. Anyways, this may just be a useful bullet point to have on an application, but I do still use that stakeholder as one of my references since we had a good working relationship. Potentially there is more to be gained from this experience than I am considering? If this could be grouped into volunteer hours or something else (we were not paid or anything), I estimate that I spent ~600 hours on this project. 4. I'd be open to going to a good DO school. Reading about the differences of MD/DO paths, I actually think I appreciate the holistic philosophy of DO more. While I think MD is still the ideal goal for obvious reasons, a DO may be a more attainable goal given where I'm starting from. I also live closely to one of the best DO schools in the country as I understand it. My only concern would be still making sure I could match to a psychiatry residency from a DO school. 5 (maybe). I know a couple people who went to Harvard Medical School and are still connected to the program. I don't think I'll ever have a shot at Harvard, which is why I put this as "maybe". And they don't really practice at doctors anymore, more consultants for large drug companies. But they still might be helpful, especially with interview practice as that is one of the main ways they still help with the university. 6 (maybe). I still practically live on-campus of my old university. COVID-19 has fucked this up a bit, but if things start to return to normal by next spring, it could be a valuable tool to go back and take a nightly lab class there or something. So I think that is a good summary of my current situation. Can anyone help me figure out how to best manage my time going forward so that I can (as efficiently as possible) improve my application? I have gotten into the habit of waking up earlier and giving myself a very focused couple of hours in the morning, and then also have some time at night. I have free time on the weekends available as well. I imagine the timeline would look something like:
Come up with a plan (Now - 1 Month)
Complete [MCAT/Pre-reqs/etc.?] studying in the morning before work or at night, and [volunteeclinical experience/etc.?] on the weekends, while working full-time and saving for medical school/paying down current debt (Next 2-3 Years)
(Maybe) Go back to school to take extra classes (In 3-4 years)
(If not yet done?) Study for MCAT (in 3-4 years)
Get in sometime around age 27-29 (in 4-6 years)
I would be incredibly grateful if someone could help me fill in the banks here, and what exactly I can leverage from my current situation described in the Pro/Con list I made above. In the short term, I just really want to know what I should do in the mornings everyday that will get the ball rolling on this, since I have really shifted my daily schedule so I can get serious work done in the morning and don't want to slowly shift back to my old schedule. Thanks!
2020.08.29 05:36 youto2House Party 8/17/20 - Part One
We open our scene, as we’re pre-show, the ring just set up, as we see Stephen Romero and Buster Braggadocio sparring with two black mannequins, which seem to not have originally been that color, but rather colored that way with permanent marker. As we hear Romero speak through heavy breaths. Romero: Can’t we just….practice against actual people? I can call up Specialist at any time ya know? Practicin’ against actual other wrestlers is a whole lot better! Buster: They only got what, one black brotha in that group? We’re in a tag match, we need two bodies to work against, and they don’t got enough to deserve to be in here with us. Romero: I don’t think I'm convincing you, so whatever you say I guess. Wanna run that move we just tried from the top? Buster: But I thought you said you don’t ever try the Top? Like, when you’re shagging men in the ass? Romero: That’s…...that’s not what I meant by that, I was asking if you want to try that again. Buster: Well of course I do! Lets do that! Long as there’s no gay stuff. Romero: Aight, I’m starting on the count of three, get ready. Romero grabs one of the prone mannequins by it’s legs, as he begins to count down, Buster readying himself- Romero: Alright, 3, 2, 1… Romero begins to swing the mannequin around and around, getting up to 10 second as Buster braces himself, and runs at the mannequin just as Romero releases it to bash it in the head with a running knee strike!......at least he would’ve had they coordinated it better, as the mannequin sails way out the way of Buster, Buster connecting with nothing. Buster: FUCK! One more time, I got this! Buster then turns his head to the mannequin that flew by him, looking to crawl back over to grab them…..before two new men enter the ring, grabbing the mannequins and tossing them over the ropes and out of the ring. As we see the two men are Dalidus Nova and Miles Alpha. We see Alpha with a smug look on his face, and Nova chowing down on a McDonald’s hash brown. As he begins to speak with a mouth full of potato. Nova: Hey! Sorry to interrupt, but me and Alpha were coming out here to get some practice in ourselves, so would it kill ya for you two to scram? As Nova speaks, bits of half chewed potato fall out of his mouth and onto the mat, as this seems to disgust Romero, and anger Buster. Buster: YOU FUCKING PIECES OF STALE STYROFOAM! THE TYPICAL hWHITE MAN THINKS THEY CAN JUST BARGE IN AND STOP TWO BROTHAS TRYING TO BETTER THEMSELVES! Romero: Hey, I was talking about sparring against other actual wrestlers, looks like we got presented with an opportunity right here eh? Buster: I’m up for some violence to solve this, but don’t call it sparring okay? That dignifies the hWhite man too much as equals. This would be a beatdown and nothing more! Alpha: Hey hey! Cool off there. Lets settle things with a bit of respect right? I think we can reach a peaceful conclusion here pretty easily, and it starts with you two. Your training looked pretty damned hopeless from what we caught, might do you a lot better to head to the locker room to develop some chemistry as people, and let the people who know what they’re doing in between the ropes refresh on some stuff right? Romero glares at Alpha in anger, as he goes to grab his arm to crush it like he did last time they met, but Alpha quickly pulls his arm away and backs off a bit. Alpha: We don’t fall for the same tricks twice buddy. Buster: WE WOULD NEVER BE BUDDY WITH ANY hWHITE MAN! Romero: Both of us have literally teamed with one- Buster: NEVER! SO JUST CLOSE YOUR MOUTH BEFORE YOU SAY MORE SHIT LIKE THAT! Nova: Don’t you dare tell me to keep my mouth closed- Nova finishes his hash brown, as he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a second hash brown, as he pokes both Buster and Romero with it, before going to stuff it in his mouth. Nova: ‘cause I got a lot of good stuff to eat, and I will never let anybody deny me that you fuckers! Nova then gives Romero a shove in anger, Romero is pushed back a bit, but stands his ground as he glares at Nova. Not having gotten enough of a rise out of anyone, Nova then goes to shove Buster! Buster falling to the ground, as we then see Romero lash out and push Nova to the ground! We hear Alpha shouting out “HEY HEY HEY HEY!” as he gets in between Nova and a raging Romero, doing his best on his skinnier frame to hold Romero back, as we see Buster just watching in glee. As we then see backstage crew, led by senior ref Tai Ni Wong come out after hearing the commotion, and seeing Nova on the mat with Romero standing over him, being held back from doing more. As we hear Wong shout. Wong: Hey! Buster! Romero! Out of the ring if you can’t control yourselves before the show! We see Nova and Alpha crack smirks on their faces, as Buster and Romero look out at the crowd of crew and referees, Buster looking an offended sort of angry, Romero more stoic in his. Wong: We will have to force you out if you do not comply, and you know mistakes can always be made in handling that causes injury, that’s not a risk you two should take. Romero looks frustrated but begins to exit, Buster not following initially, as Romero turns around to see this, and tells Buster “Hey, it’s not a white guy who told us to leave, come with.” And so Buster hesitantly leaves alongside Romero, as The Cardinals wave them off, and the whole area clears as the conflict dies down. Leaving just Nova and Alpha in the ring. Alpha: …..you got the thing? Nova: Of course I do! Let me just uhhh…. Nova reaches into his pocket, where he pulls out another mcdonald’s hash brown that falls to the floor….then another hash brown….then another one…..and another one…..before pulling something else out that can’t be quite made out. Something Alpha smirks in glee at. As Nova then heads over to the corner, and seems to fiddle around with the top turnbuckle for a moment. Before the two turn their heads towards one another, nod, and head out themselves. We then now open in the venue! A bunch of rowdy good ‘ol ‘Bama boys on hand inside Bartow Arena! As we gradually pan over to our commentary team. Paisner: Hello WiR Fans! And welcome to another edition of House Party! The final one before It Just Means More! I’m Allen Paisner- Woodbridge: And i’m Mark Woodbridge! Paisner: And what a show in store for tonight! We’ll see Dan Smith get ready for his future title opportunity, and with the uncertainty of who he will face now for it, is practice he needs more than ever, as the man of god goes against literal satanist B.L. Zebub! We see Dexter Flux, coming off joining The Horde, now get his first taste of action within it, as he teams with Independent Title #1 contender Tony Stevens to take on Hot’N’Ready! Plus more Horde action as the no longer winless Jim Baker faces tag champ Kat Anavae-Emery in what stands to be a certified hell of a match! And in our main event, through tension and what seems like chemistry that’s not where they want it to be, Stephen Romero and Buster Braggadocio team with one another to take on Red Army in a major test! But enough talk! We send it to Javier in the ring to kick off the action! Javier: The following is a singles match set for one fall, with a 30 minute time limit! Introducing first- We open our scene, as the riff of “Paranoid” transitions into something very different, but no less sinister, as Lucifer Over London by Current 93 plays B.L. Zebub out onto the entranceway. Where we see smoke and fire…..the smoke coming in form of fire extinguishers that run out after half a second, not producing enough for Zebub, to even walk through. As the “fire” is two guys by him holding up small lighters. He looks generally very unconfident, as he walks his way down. Javier: From Hell, Michigan, weighing in at 300 pounds, B.L. Zebub! Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Paisner: Now comes the demonic man in Zebub himself, obviously a contrast to our holy man in Dan Smith. Whether this throws Smith off of his game, or emboldens Smith remains to be seen. His talent is not on the same level as Smith, but if it’s the former, then he may actually got a legit chance of walking out with the victory tonight. Zebub looks genuinely emotionally hurt by the negative reception, as he makes his way to the ring apron, steps through the ropes into the ring, awaiting his opponent. U Mad (Clean Version) by Vic Mensa hits the speakers, as Dan Smith comes out onto the entranceway, As we see him stop at the top to say a prayer. Javier: Introducing next, from Moab, Utah, weighing in at 210 pounds, “The Stormin Mormon” Dan Smith! Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Paisner: Smith, getting warmned up for a now very ambiguous future title opportunity. He’s been expecting to face Kyle Scott for a while now, but with Scott’s visa issues, who knows what that opportunity will look like anymore! Woodbridge: Indeed, he’s been preparing for one specific man, now that’s out the window, so tonight is an especially good opportunity to get his bearings and confidence heading into what is now the unknown. After saying his prayer, Smith then BULL RUSHES THE RING! Charging down as quickly as he can, sliding into the ring, then continuing to charge, as he ducks under an attempted lariat from Zebub trying to intercept him, as Mia frantically calls for the bell! DING DING DING Smith then continues to run, as he jumps up onto the ropes, and springboards off to nail Zebub in the head with a springboard roundhouse! Leaving Zebub stunned on his feet! Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Smith then does not let up, as he shoots a stiff palm strike into the face of Zebub! Stunning him further, as he switches to the other hand to shoot another stiff palm strike into Zebub! Then back to the other for a third palm strike! Then switch again for a fourth! Then a fifth! Then a Sixth! The sound of the strike sounding out across the whole venue, Zebub incredibly wobbly on his feet, as Smith now nails a standing roundhouse kick to Zebub! Instantly dropping him to the mat! Zebub falling face down! Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Smith then awaits Zebub on the mat, a look of deep determination on his face as Zebub in a massively dazed state begins to push himself up, Smith screaming out- Smith: BE GONE, DEVIL! As Zebub gets onto all fours in his attempt to push himself up, Smith runs the ropes, and comes back to Curb Stomp Zebub’s head into the mat! Seeming to knock Zebub clean out! Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Paisner: JESUS! Woodbridge: Yes Allen, that’s who he’s doing this for, Smith covers! 1! 2! 3! DING DING DING Javier: And your winner via pinfall, at a time of 32 seconds, DAN SMITH! Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Paisner: ……...Unfortunately for Zebub, it looks like that whole satanism thing just emboldened Smith, by god i’ve seen a lot of washes of our lower tier talent in this organization but that was on another goddamn level from Smith tonight! Smith then rolls out the ring, while medical crew attend to and carry out a completely out of it Zebub. Smith slaps hands with fans on his way out, as one fan, carrying a book of mormon with them, talks to him. He stops and has a genuine conversation about theology with the fans for at least one full minute. Ringside crew eventuallys comes to inform him to be quicker about exiting so the rest of the show can go on, and so Smith apologizes he could not have a longer conversation with the fan, and to find him after the show to talk more, before heading through the curtain and to the back. We then cut away, as we see ourselves on the set of Baker’s Kitchen, with Jim Baker seated and ready to host. Baker: Hello and welcome to the third episode of the Baker's Kitchen, and our guests today, a team with questionable teamwork, they have an upcoming match against The Red Army, Buster Braggadocio and Stephen Romero. Buster and Romero walk onto the set, and they find themselves seated on the two couches opposite of Baker. Buster: Thank you for having us, Jim. We know there’s been some things said about us backstage that we’ve wanted to clear up. Baker: Yeah a few questions Baker used air quotes as he says it. You two as a team have yet to have a tag match together yet you're already experiencing turmoil, how much success do you think this team can have if you're already having problems? Romero: Well, first of all no-one has seen us wrestle together so no-one can really tell what our success is going to look like except us. Seeing what we’ve been able to do in practice, though, I think we are in good hands, and both of us have had tag team success in our careers so I think we have a lot of success in our future. Buster: Plus we’re black so we are destined for greatness regardless, Jimmy. Baker: Ok it's F'in Jimmy to you but I'll let it slide- Buster: Yes, F’in Jimmy, Sir! Baker looks behind the camera Baker: Really, this is the best guest I could get, I understand Romero but jesus. Buster: I AM jesus. Black Jesus, to be exact. Be grateful. Baker: Does my job really depend on this There's mumbling before we hear a yes. Baker sighs before continuing the interview Baker: Well, back to the questions. All great teams have a name, Star Gazers, D&B, The Young Cardinals, most importantly, The Horde, but I've yet to see one from you, do you have one yet, are you even taking this seriously if you don't? Doesn't sound like a good start to me. Buster: Listen here, whitey, this interview hasn’t been off to a great start, but for your information we settled on our tag team name. Romero: We did? Buster: Yea, remember? We said our name is “The Niggas”. Romero spits out the water he was sipping on Baker claps twice and an intern shows up with a mop to clean up Romero: No, we did not settle on that! In fact Buster, you said that and I shot it down immediately cause we aren’t doing a name the announcers can’t even say- Buster: As they shouldn’t, those whiteys should keep our names out their mouths! Romero: But for real, the name we feel we’ve settled on was Team BS, which stands for Black Solidarity- Romero stops his sentence as an intern starts taking selfies Intern: I'm a tier one sub on your patreon! Baker: What are you doing, get out! And someone fire him. Romero slips the intern an autograph on his phone case before he’s carried away by security as Baker gives Romero a dirty look Baker: Ok whatever, let's continue the interview before I get fired too. You're a "team" yet it seems like there is so much hatred between you, how do you plan to get anywhere with that hatred? Romero clears his throat but Buster sits up and interrupts his partner. Buster: How do you plan to get anywhere with that nasty rotten attitude, huh? You dirty fucking cra- Romero pulls Buster back down to his chair. Romero: What he meant to say was, there isn’t any ‘hatred’ between us, Buster and I respect each other a lot. As many differences as there are between us, it’s the things we share in common that we have bonded over and that make us a strong duo- Buster: Actually what I MEANT to say was I don’t appease the hWhite aggression of pasty, filthy, see-through, milk-toned, GHASTLY fucking CRACKERS like Jim Halpert over here! This interview is DONE! Buster storms off the set of the interview, leaving behind an ashamed Stephen Romero with his hand on his forehead as he leans over and apologizes to an upset looking Baker as Romero walks away towards where Buster walked off. The Camera stays on Baker standing alone still looking upset when all of a sudden Cam'ron West walks over holding a grocery bag and stands next to him! Cam'ron: Damn, that was definitely something right buddy? Baker jumps in surprise that Cam'ron is there. Baker: What are you doing here? I thought I took care of you already. Cam'ron: Yeah I was thinking about that and the thing is, we never got a chance to have our official match. Last week you fought that other dude and it kind of hurt my feelings. I thought we had something special. Baker: Look, get outta here, if you want to be on the show I'll see what I can do but right now my job is at risk. Cam'ron: Well pal, how about this. WIR has an event coming up soon on Pay Pal View so I was thinking that we could finally have our Soul on A Pole Match. Since everybody out here in the WIR Universe has been waiting for it, we should do it as soon as possible. I was even talking to the guys in charge and they said as long as they can't get sued they are fine with it! Baker: What even is a soul on a pole match? You know what I don't care just get out before I take care of you again. Cam'ron: Okay so here is how it works. My Soul and your Soul. On the line in a match. One Pole in the corner of the ring. Both souls on it. Whoever climbs the pole and takes their opponents souls wins! It will be a great match. If I win I get your soul and you do whatever I say. If you win you get my soul and I do whatever you say. I guess you would want me to join the Dark Order or whatever you guys call yourself. Baker: That makes no sense, souls don't leave your body, and I told you to get out! Cam'ron: Don't worry about it Bread-tan, I got this soul box where all we have to do is put our hands on it and it will extract our souls! Cam'ron reaches into his grocery bag and pulls out what looks to be a Lunchbox featuring some lewdly dressed Anime Elf girls. The box has two handles on each side and Cam'ron holds one of them. Cam'ron: All you need to do is hold the other one and we have our match set? What do you say Bread-tan? Baker grabs the other handle and mumbles something under his breath and then slams Cam'ron's head into the box! Baker: I warned you Cam. Baker gets Cam up before throwing him into the wall of the set, Baker grabs a chair from behind the camera as Cam is getting up Baker hits him on the back with the chair Baker: You want me at It Just Means More, you got me. Cam starts to get up but Baker hits him with the chair again. Baker watches as Cam starts to use the wall to stand up but as soon as Cam gets to his feet and turns around Baker hits Cam with the chair Baker: Did you fire the intern yet? We hear someone behind the camera say no Baker: Get him in here to clean the mess up and get Cam out of here then fire him. Baker leaves the room looking at the intern on his way out giving him a sarcastic "good luck." A calming Jazz song plays to a pop as Dexter Flux emerges from the back alongside Tony Stevens, as the two look at eachother’s Horde Jackets and Stevens reaches out for a fist bump that Flux responds to with a high five that awkwardly cup around Tony’s fist. Javier: The following Tag Team match is scheduled for one fall, with a 30 minute time limit, refereed by Mia So Hung! Making their way to the ring, weighing a combined 361 pounds, Tony “The Milkman” Stevens and Dexter Flux: THE HOOORRRRRRDE!!! The crowd cheers for the duo that makes their way down the aisle, high fiving fans as Flux holds hands with various bewildered and amused fans. Paisner: These two are teaming for the first time this week,and it will be interesting to see how two men who main evented last week’s show AGAINST each other will be able to put it together this match. Woodbridge: We saw Milkman offer Flux to join The Horde, and the growing faction now has multiple rising stars, but speaking of rising stars wait til we get to see this next group! A disgusting song has hit the venue and the Horde looks on from in the ring, waiting for the team of Hot n Ready to hit the venue but they are nowhere to be seen. Paisner: Damian Pakachio and Ryan Drillian of Hot N Ready are scheduled for tonight, but may be stalling right now and pulling one of their stunt- The two men now dart down from the entrance curtain and make a mad dash directly for the Horde, sliding into the ring and charging for a double spear! Both Flux and Stevens leapfrog the two men! Flux hops onto the apron quickly as Damian and Ryan both slow down and seem to talk quick strategy as Damian turns to go to the apron… before turning around and dashing at Stevens once again! But Steven’s turns and throws Damian into the Horde’s corner as Mia calls for the bell and tells Ryan Drillian to get out the ring! DING DING DING Stevens now hits lefts and rights to Pakachio in his corner and pulls him out to knee strike him in the gut! Milkman holds on to the arm and wrenches it around, keeping a tight grip on the wrist and pulling him into the corner to make a quick tag to Flux, who enters the ring through the ropes and hits a picture perfect dropkick to Pakachio as Stevens sweeps the legs! Damian hits the ground hard! Woodbridge: The ol’ ‘charge from the locker room directly into a spear’ routine fails yet again for these two rooks. Paisner: They’ll get em one day. Meanwhile it seems the Horde is showing how teamwork is done with that nice combo! Flux kips up and pulls Pakachio to his feet, and he wrenches the arm of Damian before snapmaring him while maintaining control of the arm to transition it into a surfboard stretch! Pakachio yells out in pain, trying to fight to his feet but Flux grinds his knee into his spine, stretching out his arms wide and contorting the body. Milkman is close enough that he is able to reach out and tag Flux, and Flux holds Damian Pakachio in place with the stretch as Milkman comes running off the ropes and Flux lets go of the hold right as Milkman hits a delayed dropkick to the skull of Damian! Crowd: Ohh!!! Tony Stevens goes for the cover! 1 Kickout! Stevens keeps up the pressure by now applying his own headlock to an again seated Pakachio, Ryan Drillian now yelling at his partner to escape the hold! Woodbridge: This Pikachu kid- Paisner:Pakachio. Woodbridge: Yea that, I didn’t get a chance to notice it when they were making a mad dash to the ring but, does this fella have that socially awkward penguin meme airbrushed onto his tights? Paisner: It appears so, Mark, Pakachio having the blue hued Socially Awkward Penguin and Drillian with the red hued and less popular Socially Awesome penguin. Some throwback attire for the two self professed shitposters. Damian begins fighting out of the headlock, summoning the strength to get to his feet and now begins pushing back Stevens until he manages to push him against the ropes in an attempt to start some momentum and escape but instead Stevens holds and wrenches in the headlock even tighter, dropping Pakachio to his knees again! Paisner: Tony Stevens has the height and length advantage here, being able to leverage his strength against Pakachio and to this point in the match completely negate any momentum or offense for Hot n Ready! Pakachio looks to garner support from the crowd, stomping his foot in a “We Will Rock You” rhythm as Drillian provides the clap in the beat and Pakachio seems to become inspired by it as he now fights with more life, positioning himself and throwing an elbow into the gut of Stevens, and another, and now manages to push back Stevens into the ropes with a momentum as Stevens lets go and pushes off Pakachio, who runs off the ropes, makes a quick tag to Drillian, but continues his momentum and comes off the ropes fast, coming at Milkman who ducks and throws up Pakachio with a back body drop! But he lands on his feet behind Milkman! And Drillian is now in the ring and hits him with a running uppercut! Crowd: OHHH!! And Pakachio hits him with a running uppercut to the back of his head! And Drillian follows up with a one legged dropkick that takes Milkman down! Crowd: YYEAA!!! Drillian drops down for the cover! 1! Kickout! Milkman is back to his feet but looks a little stunned as Drillian now runs the ropes again and hits Milkman with a two handed bulldog, slamming his face into the mat! He follows it up by getting to his feet and dropping a knee onto the back of Milkman, and as Milkman tries to get to his hands and knees once more, Drillian now runs off the ropes again, and as he comes off he runs and jumps into the air for another running knee drop but right as he falls Milkman gets a running start towards the opposite rope, coming off and hitting a running clothesline to Drillian, who is taken off his knees and onto his back! Crowd: Ohhh! Milkman now tries to stumble over to his corner to tag Flux, but Drillian reaches over from the ground and grabs Milkman’s foot! Milkman grabs the hair of Drillian though, causing Mia So Hung to tap at the arm of Stevens and point at him to stop grabbing the hair! Milkman tells her to calm down, but Drillian takes advantage of his averted attention to roll up Milkman! 1! 2! 3! Mia notices Milkman’s hands on the ropes though, and lets Drillian know as his brief excitement dissipates when he notices the hands on the ropes. Drillian quickly gets to his feet and pulls the hands of Stevens off the ropes, and pulls Milkman up, launching a right and then a left to Milkman that has him stumbling back, but Milkman comes back with a right forearm that rocks Drillian back! Drillian comes back with a left haymaker but Milkman ducks, then launches a kick into Drillian’s gut! Milkman now backs up and tags Flux! Crowd: YEAA!! Flux has now hit the ring and Drillian tries to clothesline him but Flux ducks, and continues a running momentum off the ropes! Drillian drops down to the mat as Flux comes off the ropes, and Flux jumps over him and comes back off the other ropes before stopping and noticing Drillian, who is planking in the center of the ring! Crowd: YYEEAAAA!!!!!! Woodbridge: Oh my god… memes that I actually understand! Paisner: Which is a sign of how god awful it is they are doing them. Flux now lays down on the mat next to Drillian, and starts planking next to him! Crowd: YYEAAAA!!!!! W-I-R-! W-I-R! Drillian slowly starts rolling, however, towards his corner of the ring, and before Flux can notice, Pakachio has entered the ring and runs the ropes! Stevens: DEXTER, LOOK OUT! Paisner: PAKACHIO LOOKING FOR THE SHITPOSTERS GAMBIT! Pakachio comes off the rope and looks to drop down for the dramatic falling elbow, but Flux springs off the mat from Plank position and brings up Pakachio in a fireman's carry! Crowd: YYEAAAA!!!! Woodbridge: HERE IT FUCKIN COMES!!! Paisner: THE SUPER INCREDIBLE OH MY GOD NO WAY UNBELIEVABLE, UNDEFEATABLE, CRITICAL MASS AIRPLANE SPIN! Flux for the entirety of the pronunciation of the move has spinned Drillian around, and Flux now dizzily stumbles, with Drillian on his shoulders, over to his corner! Milkman tags in! And Milkman enters the ring! Stevens: Could I borrow him for a second? Flux: Go right ahead, friend! Stevens takes Drillian off Flux’s shoulders and drills him with The Milky Way! Woodbridge: Samoan driver right after the airplane spin, that’s a brutal combo! Milkman doesn’t seem done though, grabbing the legs of Drillian to set him up for the Full Churn! But Damian Pakachio enters the ring to prevent a move, and Milkman let’s go and catches Pakachio with a superkick! Woodbridge: THE MAD COW! With Pakachio laid out, Milkman now goes back to Drillian, but he is rolled up in a small package! 1! 2! NO, Flux barely breaks it up! Milkman gets up but Pakachio from the outside of the ring drags Milkman out! They begin throwing punches at each other on the outside, and as Drillian gets up to his feet in the ring, Flux comes behind him and hits him with a reverse hurricanrana that slams Drillian face first onto the mat! Flux now goes to the top rope, signalling for something major! Woodbridge: And look at Pakachio and Milkman on the outside! Tony the Milkman has got the better of the brawl with Pakachio, throwing him onto the apron back first and then taking him down onto the ground and flipping him over into the Full Churn! Crowd: YYEAAA!!!! Woodbridge: HE’S GOT ‘IM LOCKED IN DEEP! While Milkman has Pakachio in the submission, Flux jumps off the top rope onto Drillian in the ring, doing a frontflip and landing with a leg drop on the upper chest! Paisner:QUANTUM FLUX!!! FLUX GOES FOR THE PIN! 1! 2! 3! DING DING DING Crowd: WOOOOOOO!!!!!! Javier: Your winners via pinfall, at a time of 8 minutes and 37 seconds, Dexter Flux and Tony “The Milkman” Stevens- THE HOORRRDEE!!!! Paisner: And The Horde notches a tag team victory against Hot n Ready, a strong showing from the newly tagging duo! Woodbridge: I questioned the Horde when they first formed, but Stevens and Flux are a new team to look out for going forward! Tony lets go of the half-crab and rolls into the ring to celebrate with Flux, Stevens and the referee holding up Flux’s arms up in celebration as the crowd cheers them on, Flux playing an air guitar to the piano notes of his theme song as we fade out from the match. COMMERCIAL We return from the ad break. The ring is set up with a table in the middle, with two microphones on the top and two chairs on each side. A leather bound folder is in the middle. Carlos Alberta, Austin Balandran’s lawyer on the television right side and Allen Paisner on the television left side. Paiser lifts his microphone, and begins to speak. Paisner: Well folks, this is the most insane thing that we’ve been dealing with over the past few weeks. And now we’ve reached the penultimate moment. The contract signing between Austin Balandran… Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! Paisner: And Klutch. Crowd: YAAAAAAAAAAY!! Before Paisner can speak, CASH plays over the PA. The crowd boos as Austin Balandran walks out, dressed to the nines, hair tied back in a ponytail. He has the arrogant smile from ear to ear. He enters the ring, smile disappearing when he looks at Paisner. He walks over to Alberta, who extends his hand in greetings, which Balandran answers with his hand. He takes a seat, and grabs his microphone. Balandran: Before these proceedings go through, I am obligated to tell you that this Twitch stream is, ONCE AGAIN, brought to you by Ballsweat 2.0! Crowd: BOOOOOOOOO!! Balandran: More balls, less sweat! Now in a BRAND NEW FLAVOR! Balandran Berry! In celebration of my future WiR Championship win… Paisner interrupts. Paisner: AND AUSTIN BALANDRAN’S OPPONENT AT “IT JUST MEANS MORE!” Crowd cheers as Balandran shoots Paisner a death look Paisner: A former WiR Independent Champion, former WiR Tag Team Champion, and all around swell guy, KLUTCH TWO THOUSAND!!! Huka Blues plays over the PA as the crowd cheers. Klutch comes barreling out of the curtain, wearing his normal wrestling gear. He looks around, then looks forward, looking at Balandran. He walks down to the ring, giving fives to kids, but not breaking his gaze to Balandran. He enters the ring, giving a pat on the back to Paisner. He also takes a seat, and grabs the microphone. Klutch: Thank you for the warm welcome, but Allen, I do have to correct you. While the 2000’s were great, I’ve been looking towards the future, and I’ve made a decision to change my name from Klutch 2000, to Klutch 2020! Klutch stands up, gives a thumbs up Crowd: YAAAAAAAAY! Klutch sits back down and continues Klutch: No more will I drink expired Crystal Pepsi, which technically I didn’t have to since they reissued it. Now I will only drink...PEPSI HOLIDAY SPICE! Klutch again shoots up, giving a thumbs up. Everyone in the crowd is looking confused. Balandran finally says something. Balandran: No one here even know what that is, you fat idiot! Crowd: BOOOOOOO Balandran: Can we stop talking about stupid one off sodas and get on with this? Klutch shrugs, sitting back down. Balandran collects himself and proceeds to speak again Balandran: Now, this is a pretty standard contract. If by some miracle you win, Klutch, I drop my lawsuit with WiR and Allen Paisner. But if I win...I continue. I take that sorry sack of shit behind you to court, and I’ll win. Even if I lose in court, I’ll still win. Because even he knows he can’t afford a long drawn out legal process. Balandran then looks at Paisner. Balandran: You mark my words, Allen. I’m going to run you out of business, one way or the other. Balandran then reaches for a pen from his lawyer, he tries to open the folder, but Klutch stops him, pulling it away. Klutch speaks Klutch: Now hold on a second there, Wicker Man. Balandran mouths the words “wicker man” with the most confused look on his face. Klutch continues. Klutch: Now I may be no Lance Bass, but you can rest assured that you’re not going to just sign this thing, and then be able to complain when I do beat you. Crowd: OOOOOH! Klutch: No, you’re not going to be able to Escape The Fate quite so easily this time around, Austin. Because, unlike you, I don’t crave the attention. And come “It Just Means More” unfortunately for you, the pool’s closed. The crowd cheers but very confused. Balandran looks at his lawyer for a translation, but getting the same confused look that everyone else has. Paisner looks at Woodbridge, hoping for some commentary clarification. Woodbridge: I’d give some analysis here, but even I can’t remember this shit. Klutch continues. Klutch: I know this means nothing to anyone, but here’s the point I’m going to make. I’ll accept any terms...but I’m picking what kind of match we’re having. Balandran laughs. He grabs the contract off the table, and hands it to Alberta, telling him to put the condition in Balandran: You really are that stupid, aren’t you? They told me you’d be a buffoon, but you’ve really outdone yourself. Alberta hands Balandran the contract back with the added stipulation. Balandran signs it, and chucks it over to Klutch. Balandran: Go ahead, make it a hardcore match, that’s the only way you’ll beat me. Or are you gonna make it a falls count anywhere match? Cage match? What could your little stupid mind come up with that I can’t handle? Klutch smiles. Klutch: And you,Tone Loc...just signed a blank check... Paisner starts to get excited as the crowd rumbles Klutch: ...because the match I had in mind is the exact kind of match where, regardless where it ends...you know full well that the other man is beat...because he says the words: “I QUIT” Crowd: YAAAAAAAAY! Klutch slams the contract down, grabs a pin and signs it. Balandran shoots up out of his chair and starts to argue with his lawyer, who can’t do anything legally. Klutch picks his microphone back up Klutch: And you best believe, Austin. I WILL MAKE YOU QUIT! Klutch throws down the microphone and flips the table, going after Balandran. Both Paisner and Alberta exit the ring as they both start throwing rights at each other. Woodbridge: Well it’s official folks, but they’re not waiting until “It Just Means More”, they’re getting it on right here! Klutch gives a very stiff right, sending Balandran reeling towards the ropes. Klutch starts to charge towards Balandran’s but he drops to the ground, rolling out of the ring. Klutch motions for him to come back, but Balandran starts to make a break for it. Paisner makes it back to the commentary booth, and slaps his headset on Paisner: Balandran running away, but come “It Just Means More” he won’t be able to, but the question remains...who will say “I QUIT!” We fade into the scene, a bed in a local medical facility room, surrounded by various medical equipment, and we see none other than Big Money Maverick laying on the bed, in a medical gown, covered by a sheet. We see a doctor enter the room, and approach the side of the bed next to Big Money Maverick. The doctor has a couple of pills and a glass of water in his hands. Doctor: Alright, just a couple more tablets, and you'll be all good. Mav grabs the two pills, and chucks them in his mouth immediately, before grabbing the glass and taking a big gulp of water. Mav hands the glass back to the doctor, and speaks with a rather hoarse voice. Big Money Maverick: It's been over 2 weeks doc, am I done now? Am I free to leave? Doctor: Well, you had alot of damage done to your throat…..crushed larynx....strained trachea….you could hardly breathe when you came here…. Big Money Maverick: I've felt perfectly fine for days…. Doctor: Yes, but you have to allow the inner workings of your neck to heal properly. I've run some X-Rays and other diagnostic tests, and you look to be almost 100%. The hospital will have- Big Money Mav: Hey! The doctor stands and looks confused. Doctor:....umm...yes?.... Big Money Mav: Watch your language! Using the "H" word like that…. Doctor:......hospital?.... Big Money Mav: Were you raised in a barn? Cussing like that….it's a "local medical facility." The doctor looks half annoyed and half confused. Doctor: Ok….well, i did all the paperwork for the "local medical facility" to have you discharged tonight. A look of relief forms on Mav's face. Big Money Maverick: Thank god…..but I have a question. How much longer am I going to sound like one of those 80 year old territory wrestlers who smoked a pack of Marlboros every day? Doctor: Your voice should return to normal in a few days. Big Money Maverick: Good…. Big Money Mav reaches over onto his bedside table, and grabs a can of Pibb off of it, taking a sip. Big Money Maverick: That damned Mark Dutch….he has the gall to crush a man's lar-......lan-.....lar- Doctor:....Larynx… Big Money Mav:.....he has the gall to crush a man's Larynx, and then call himself a hero afterwards? Doctor: Well…..you were locked in that choke, and...well…..you didn't tap out….. Big Money Mav: Hey, I didn't ask you for your opinion! Now if you don't mind, i'd like to address my people… Mav points directly into the camera. Doctor: By all means…. The doctor slides out of the room, and Maverick lays in bed, staring at the camera. Big Money Mav: Being stuck here at this god forsaken facility, i've had alot of time to think….alot of time to meditate on the inner workings of my mind. I've realized that deep down in my mind, there's one person, living rent free. That man….is Brendan Byrne. Mav takes another swig of the Pibb. Big Money Mav: Ever since I took him out when I made my return, a meeting between the two of us has been inevitable. That inevitability has kept me up many nights. The inevitable day that Me and Byrne meet has been on my mind for months…. Big Money Mav: and there's only one way I'm going to be able to get him off my mind…. Mav looks over on the bedside table, and stares intently at a roll of wrist tape. Big Money Mav: ...bring on the inevitable.
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