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Various WWF and ECW Wrestlers x Fem Reader- "Striptease"

I was unsure if I should post this fanfic yesterday or today.

Not to mention, I wasn't sure when to set this fanfic, as well as yesterday, I did eventually find a website where I can watch Kimona Wanalaya's iconic ECW striptease without having a Youtube account (her striptease on Youtube is blocked unless you have an account).

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One of the most iconic moments in professional wrestling, especially in ECW, was when Asian wrestling valet Kimona Wanalaya (try saying that name out loud) danced on top of the ECW building and did a striptease for the unruly fans angry over the ECW ring collapsing before the main event.

Her striptease is probably the most iconic moment of her career.

That was such a hot, sexy striptease no doubt, so much that you'd love to recreate it many times, especially for men you lust over.

And those men you lust over are some of the sexiest men in the World Wrestling Federation.

There's other sexy men you lust over, including other men in wrestling companies like WCW and ECW, but sadly, you're not allowed to cross over into other wrestling companies due to being signed to the World Wrestling Federation.

However, at the beginning of 1997, ECW did briefly invade the World Wrestling Federation, which made you really happy, and even better: some sexy men from ECW did briefly appear in the WWF for a while.

Near the beginning of 1997, you invited some of who you think are the sexiest men in the World Wrestling Federation to that room where "Shotgun Saturday Night" was filmed at the beginning of 1997.

When you invited these wrestlers to that room, there were no fans behind the gates swarming around the ring and there weren't cameramen filming what you're about to do.

The sexiest men that you've invited were Shawn Michaels, Hunter Hearst Helmsley, Jeff Hardy, Brian Pillman, Rob Van Dam, Raven, Tommy Rogers, and Nova from ECW.

When you invited them, Shawn and Hunter both had their long hair hanging down and not tied back in ponytails, because they look their best when they look like that.

Nova didn't have a fake beard drawn on his face with black marker or even a blue painted diamond on one of his eyes, he was dressed casually.

Thank God he didn't wear a drawn on beard and marker like he did during his BWO days.

You wore a bikini and a towel wrapped around your body when you invited these wrestlers to this room.

You would dance inside the ring where "Monday Night Raw" and other pay-per-views are filmed, and while provocatively dancing in a wrestling ring is sexy, you're afraid these wrestlers might not be able to see what you're doing inside that ring and the ropes will block you.

You brought a CD player with you as well as a compact disc with a playlist of songs for you to dance to.

While you and these wrestlers were in this room that "Shotgun Saturday Night" was filmed in at the beginning of 1997, you stood on one of those little tables/stages with slick black floors that those female dancers on "Shotgun Saturday Night" would dance on.

Those dancers were the same dancers you'd see in D Generation X's titantron.

These wrestlers you've invited, meanwhile, stood in front of you.

You handed that CD player and compact disc to one of the wrestlers you've invited, whose eyes looked around the room to find an electrical socket.

He did eventually find one near the corner of the little stage/table you were standing on, where he walked over to that electrical socket and shoved the plug of that CD player in the socket, where the CD player turned on.

Luckily, the CD with the playlist of songs was already inside the radio, and you let go of the chord of the plug and turned the dial's volume up loudly, but not too loud.

Was it necessary to bring a CD player with you?

You can always find someone at the sound mixing studio to play that song on the overhead speakers.

The first song on that CD was "Spinning Wheel" by Love/Hate, a song that played when Divine Brown (the same prostitute Divine Brown that Hugh Grant had sex with in the 1990's) came out to when she appeared in ECW, as well as the first song Kimona Wanalaya danced to during her striptease at "Hardcore Heaven" 1996.

Many of the male wrestlers you've invited recognized that song, clapping their hands and cheering.

You dropped that towel on the stage/table and let it lay there, you'll need it later.

When opening guitar riff of that "Spinning Wheel" song began, you strutted up to the front of the stage in front of these eager, smiling wrestlers you've invited.

Because you were dressed in a bikini, you couldn't unzip a one piece swimsuit you weren't really wearing that Kimona had worn during her notorious striptease.

However, you did slide your hands down the front of your thighs, slightly bending your chest down as your hands slid down your thighs.

Your hands were near the floor, and you removed your hands off of your knees and placed them on floor, where your legs split apart from each other and your vulva touching the floor, doing the splits after you put your hands on the floor.

These male wrestlers could see you were wearing a thong bikini when you did the splits.

You lifted one of your legs up after doing the splits and then rolled over until your ass was in front of these wrestlers, sticking your ass out and one of your hands stroking one of your ass cheeks, one of your hands nearly touching your vulva.

Shawn Michaels, Brian Pillman, Jeff Hardy, Rob Van Dam, and Hunter Hearst Helmsley were cheering for you, whistling for you and smiling from ear to ear.

You then rolled your body over again, now your torso was in front of these men, where you raised your legs and feet up in the air slightly spread your legs out for these wrestlers to see your vulva.

"I'd give her a dollar" Shawn Michaels said with a smile with his head turned to Hunter.

"Me too!" Hunter chimed in. "I'd make it rain!"

You began to sexily crawl up closer to these men on this stage, and when you stopped crawling, your hands caressed and elevated up your body while you writhed and gyrated, sitting on your knees as your hands stroked up your body.

After your hands caressed up your body, you lifted your legs up sideways again and rolled your body over until your ass was showing in front of these men.

While you poked your ass out in front of these men, one of your hands placed on your right buttock, where your hand stroked up from the top of your ass and slid down it, nearly touching your vulva.

What you were doing was a replica of Kimona Wanalaya's iconic striptease at "Hardcore Heaven '96".

You then raised yourself up and stood up, where you walked somewhere away from these men in front of you, these men staring at your back as well as your ass and back of your legs.

You then stopped walking, but you bent your chest and head down until your hands could touch your ankles, where you stuck your ass out as you bent down.

Your hands tried to slide up the back of your legs, slightly successfully, and your hands actually tried to touch your vulva despite that it was covered by your bikini bottoms.

"Maybe we should start throwing dollar bills at her!" Rob Van Dam suggested, smiling while he said that.

Brian, Shawn, Hunter and Jeff agreed with that.

Shawn, Hunter, Jeff, Brian, and Rob were getting erections underneath their pants and shorts from your performance.

One of your hands stroked up your right ass cheek, and after your hand slid up your buttock, you then turned your body around and stood straight up this time, your head and torso standing up straight and not bending down.

You began to strut back to the front of the stage again, where when you stood at a certain spot, your hands reached behind the back of your neck and undid your bikini top, where your hands pulled the strings of your bikini top out.

Hunter, Rob, Shawn, Brian, Jeff, and even Raven and Nova chanted "Show your tits! Show your tits!" at you, whereas you crossed your wrists and forearms for your hands to cover your breasts.

Your hands were pulling your bikini top off of your tits, but you didn't show your breasts to them, though maybe you can.

These men's eyes grew wide when your hands were gripping the strings of your bikini top.

You then turned your body around and began to walk away from these men, where you bent your body down again---at least bending down your torso forward, where you stuck your ass out in front of these men again, wiggling your ass back and forth in front of them.

You wish you could have more wrestlers watching you do this striptease, like Scott Hall, Jim Powers from WCW, Chris Jericho, even Chris Benoit (yeah, THAT Chris Benoit), but sadly, they weren't in the WWF in 1997.

You would invite Bret Hart and Davey Boy Smith, but there's something about them that doesn't turn you on that much.

Besides, Bret wouldn't really like your sluttiness too much.

You would invite Leif Cassidy (not Shaun and David Cassidy and Leif Garrett), but he grew this really tacky handlebar moustache at the end of 1996 that looked so unflattering on him, and he kept that handlebar moustache in 1997.

You didn't know who Christian Cage was in 1997, but you'd invite him to watch you dance, no doubt.

There's other certain wrestlers from the WWF, WCW and maybe even ECW you would invite to watch you strip.

You then raised your body back up until you stood up straight, only for you to turn your body around until your stomach and chest were in front of these eager men.

Your hands were holding up the strings of your bikini top and keeping your bikini covering your breasts and nipples.

You began to strut and saunter back to the front of the stage, your hands holding the strings of your bikini top up and letting your top cover your nipples.

When you were near the front of the stage/table, you then lowered your body down until until you were sitting down, where you raised your legs and feet up in the air, your legs and ankles so close together they were touching, only for you to separate and spread your legs as well as your feet and ankles apart.

Your right leg crossed over above the opposite leg, whereas your left leg ducked under your right leg, and you rolled your body over sideways until your ass was in front of these men again.

You stuck your ass out again, your vulva nearly peeking out of your bikini bottoms, where you then rolled your body over sideways again towards the right side.

You sat on your knees and began to grind and gyrate your ass and hips, your hands caressing and stroking up from your thighs and sliding all the way up to your chest.

You don't care if your bikini top becomes undone and falls off and your bare tits are showing, you're gonna bare your tits anyway.

Some of these male wrestlers watching you are tempted to pull their dicks out and masturbate to you.

You then turned your body sideways, where you began to crawl on your hands and knees to the towel you laid on that stage.

One of your hands grabbed that towel, where you raised your body back up while holding that towel.

As you stood up, both of your hands were holding the corners of that towel, where you raised that towel up your mouth until you held that towel with your teeth, where the towel still covered and blocked your body.

While that towel was in your mouth, your hands grabbed the back strings of your bikini top, undoing and untying it.

Surprisingly, your bare breasts weren't shown while that towel was dangling out of your mouth and covering your chest.

These wrestlers saw your hands undoing your bikini top, where their eyes were growing wide in excitement and preparation.

Your bikini top seemingly dropped off of your chest after it was undone, and some of these wrestler's noticed your bikini top at your feet.

Granted, some of them know what you're going to do since they've seen Kimona's notorious performance and striptease.

When your bikini top was untied, your hands grabbed the corners of the towel and let that towel cover your torso, whereas your teeth let go of that towel.

Your hands wrapped your towel above your tits and wrapped it around your body.

One of your hands swerved and slid the top of your towel across and above your chest, whereas your other hand grabbed the towel behind your back and turned it across one of your sides and in front of one of your breasts.

When one of your hands swerved your towel across to your right breast and the back of your towel to your left one, you made sure the towel was still covering both of your tits.

Pretty soon, your hands were covering and holding your breasts---especially your nipples and areolas, whereas your towel was slung sideways on your hips and showing off your navel and your chest.

These men watching you got a rise out of this, their eyes growing wide while they cheered happily many of them whistling.

You then turned your body around until your back was in front of these men, and then you bent your torso and head down until your ass was sticking out.

As your ass stuck out, one of your hands was behind your ass and grabbed the fabric of your towel, raising and pulling your towel up in an attempt to show your ass off to these men.

Your other hand was holding on to your towel, making sure your towel was covering your chest---especially your tits.

You then raised yourself up, standing straight up with your back turned in front of these sexy male wrestlers, where you walked away from them and both of your hands held the top of your towel.

You then turned around until your torso and your face were in front of these men, and one of your hands shed one part of your towel off of you until you were showing off your bare hip.

Your other hand was holding the other part of the towel---especially the top of it--- in front of your breasts and covering them up, and the towel was also covering the left side of your body.

While your right hip was in front of these men, your right hand grabbed the strap of your thong and pulled it down your hip and buttock.

You began to strut to the front of the stage again with one part of your thong slung sideways whereas your other hand was holding a towel covering both of your tits.

During your strut, your other hand grabbed the back of the towel again and this time let both of your hands as well as both corners of the towel cover both of your tits.

When your hands were covering your tits again, the song you danced to had ended and was beginning to play another song.

That other song was the theme song to ECW.

You've memorized Kimona Wanalaya's entire ECW striptease, you even studied it and copied it.

In fact, even Raven, Nova and Rob Van Dam mentioned how much you've completely memorized her striptease and nailed it, where they smiled and agreed with each other.

Yeah, they've seen it before, but you wish that could've been you doing that striptease at "Hardcore Heaven" 1996 instead of Kimona, too bad you weren't signed to ECW.

Now that ECW's theme began to play, you turned your body around again until your back was in front of these men.

When there was a male voice roaring out "Extreme...championship...WRESTLING!", Brian Pillman, Rob Van Dam, Nova and Raven said it along with him in unison, they all said it with smiles on their faces.

Even Raven smiled.

Hell, Shawn Michaels and Hunter smiled along with them too.

You wish during your Kimona Wanalaya recreation that you could've worn the pink one piece, high rise swimsuit Terri Runnels wore at "WWF Insurrextion" 2000, but did that swimsuit exist in 1996?

The opening techno notes to ECW's theme song make you want to sway your hips on beat with it, but you're doing Kimona's recreation.

As the drums to the ECW theme began to kick in, you then began to strut up to these men while holding your towel in front of your tits and your hands and towel covering your nipples and areolas.

Once you were in front of the stage, your hands laid that towel on the floor and you crouched down as your hands laid down on the towel.

You were completely topless and laid that towel on the floor.

These wrestlers' eyes were wide and their eyebrows raised, secretly worried you'd get arrested for indecent exposure.

You're even worried about getting arrested for indecent exposure.

But...if Terri Runnels could flash one of her opponents wearing nipple pasties, and Sable could take her shirt off while she had hands painted on her tits, you can do this dance topless.

Some of these male wrestlers whistled at the sight of your barenaked tits.

Now that the towel was laying on the floor, you sat your knees on top of it, where you began to sexily crawl on your hands and knees closer to the front of the stage to these men.

You then placed your hands on your head and straightened your torso up, sitting straight up, where one of your hands placed and cupped in front of your right nipple and areola, covering your nipple up.

You then rolled your body over until now your back and your ass were in front of these men, where you stuck your ass out, your head turned sideways to the right and looking behind you while your hand stroked down the top of your thigh.

Your legs began to do the splits, where you flipped your head back and arched your head back.

You began to rotate your body sideways and change how you were sitting until your chest was in front of these men.

Your hands grabbed the towel as you stood up, where you slung that towel over your head and let the corners of the towel as well as your hands cover your breasts.

But then, you turned your body around and your back was in front of these men again, walking far away from them.

But then you turned around until your torso and face were in front of them, where while one of your hands was covering both ends and corners of the towel covering your breasts, your other hand shoved away one corner of the towel and showed off your hip and top of your thigh.

Your other hand grabbed the left strap of your thong, where you slid that thong down your ass and your thigh, nearly exposing your vulva.

You turned your body around once more until your back was in front of these men again, where you bent your torso down, your head turning sideways to the left and your right hand now holding the top of your towel covering both of your breasts.

One of your hands grabbed the bottom of that towel and raised it up until your bare ass cheeks were showing, and the towel was placed above your ass and not dangling in front of it.

After pushing that towel asside and away from your ass, your hand was covering in front of your vulva, elevating up your twat and across your left buttock until it slid down your leg while you bent down.

Your hand tried reaching back up to your vulva again and covered it, although your vulva has been covered this entire time by your thong.

You then turned your body back around until now your navel and torso were in front of these male wrestlers, where they could see your belly button and abdomen.

One of your hands tried sliding the right side of your thong down your hip and ass.

You began to strut to the front of the stage again while your hand still clutched the top of that towel in front of your breasts.

The guitar riff to the ECW theme makes you want to roll your hips back like Britney Spears iconic "I'm A Slave 4 U" dance, like this:

But during this performance, you're entirely nearly recreating Kimona Wanalaya's performance.

You then turned your body around until your back was in front of these men, where you walked away from them but not off of the stage.

"She needs to be in ECW!" Rob Van Dam stated.

Indeed, you should've been, especially considering you were a stripper before joining the World Wrestling Federation.

You'd love to be a part of the ECW roster, but you're happy being in the WWF too.

When you stopped walking, both of your hands grabbed the top of your towel and separated it apart, only for your hands to grab the back of your towel quickly.

When your hands grabbed the back of your towel, you raised that towel off and exposed your ass cheeks, where your thong was now slung across the middle of both of your ass cheeks.

These men seeing your ass cheeks cheered and whistled while smiling as they saw your ass showing off.

Your head was turned sideways to the right while one of your hands was placed near your vagina, nearly rubbing it a little.

You turned your body around and let one of your hands hold that towel covering your breasts, whereas your other hand shed the opposite part of your towel off of your hip and exposed the right side of your waistline.

With your thumb in between the right strap of your thong, you tugged and pulled your thong strap down.

Your thumb quickly slid out of that strap of your thong and grabbed the top of your towel, where you walked and strolled up to the stage with that towel covering both of your breasts.

Both of your hands grabbed that towel and let it cover your chest up, especially your tits.

You stopped walking and then bent your chest down forward, showing these men your cleavage off and fondling your breasts a bit.

After showing your cleavage off, you raised your torso and your head straight up, where you turned around once more until your back was in front of these men and walked away from them.

As you walked away, you dropped and let go of your towel, but your hands were now covering and cupping your breasts, your hands covering your nipples and areolas while your wrists were crossed in an "X" shape.

You rotated and turned your body around until these male wrestlers could see your stomach and navel again, where you began to strut and walk up to these male wrestlers while your hands were covering your breasts and your wrists were crossed in an "x" shape.

The sight of you giving yourself a "hand bra" made many of these men whistle at you and their eyes widen, nearly popping out of their sockets, but not in a grotesque way.

You swerved and turned your body around again until your back was in front of these men, where you walked away from them.

As you walked away, one of your hands as well as your forearm attached to that hand covered across both of your breasts, nipples and areolas, and when you stopped walking, you bent your torso down and your opposite hand reach behind your back and stroke your pussy with your forearm covering across both of your breasts.

You then raised and straightened your torso and head up, where you swayed your ass and hips back and forth.

Soon, a new song began playing, and it's Slam Jam's "We're All Together Now".

That heavy metal-ish song where the guitar riff played to "up next" segments on "Monday Night Raw".

You then turned your body around and let forearm cover both of your nipples and areolas.

Your forearm was placed horizontally across your breasts.

You walked up closer to the front of the stage with your forearm covering your nipples and areolas, and once you stopped walking, your opposite hand stroked your vulva a little bit.

You then turned your body around until your back was in front of these men, where you got down on the floor and sat on your knees.

While you were sitting on your knees, you spread your legs out a little bit and leaned your torso forward as well as laid on your stomach.

You then raised your stomach up from the floor until you were sitting straight up on your knees.

Shawn Michaels, Jeff Hardy and Hunter Hearst Helmsley were actually singing along to Slam Jam's "We're All Together Now" song.

You rolled and gyrated your hips a bit, but then you arched your head back while your hands and forearms were covering your breasts.

You then raised your head back up and stuck your ass out, your stomach sometimes touching the floor.

You turned and rotated your body using your legs until now these wrestlers could see your chest and torso this time.

Unlike Kimona, you're not going to let one of your breasts hang out and lick your nipple like she did in her striptease, much to the dismay of horny fans.

You then laid on your back sideways in front of these men, your hands covering and cupping both of your breasts while your wrists were crossed in an "x" shape and your head arched back, your eyes closed and your face looking orgasmic.

You rolled your body over and raised yourself up from the floor, standing up and walking away from these men with your back turned in front of them.

"These other men don't know what they're missing" Shawn Michaels said while his head was turned sideways to Hunter.

Some other wrestlers heard that, and they nodded their heads and agreed with him.

Those men he's referring to are other male pro wrestlers in the WWF and probably in WCW and ECW.

Though, you don't want ugly men in the WWF and other wrestling companies looking at you.

There's a reason why you invited Shawn Michaels, Hunter Hearst Helmsley, Jeff Hardy, Rob Van Dam and even Raven and not Mick Foley.

You wiggled and swayed your ass back and forth a little bit while you stood, then you turned your body around until your navel was in front of these men you've invited.

You squatted down to the floor where your thighs were spread out, and you removed your hands off of your tits and placed them on your knees, closing your thighs and knees together as you raised your body up.

When you showed your tits off to these men, they really roared and cheered for you, smiling from ear to ear and giving you those "wolf whistles" as they're called.

The grand finale was when you grabbed that towel on the floor and wrapped it around your chest and torso until it covered your tits.

However, while one of your hands was holding that towel together, your other hand was pulling and removing your thong down your legs.

These men saw your thong sliding down your legs, which they really cheered for.

Once your thong was at your ankles, you raised your feet out of it and you were pretty much naked except for a towel covering your naked body.

At the end of this performance, you got a standing ovation (although these men were already standing up), where they clapped their hands, cheered and whistled at you.

Brian Pillman and Shawn Michaels were the ones who whistled at you.

These men you've invited to see you strip all had their eyes on you throughout this performance and almost nothing else.

You grabbed your bikini top off of the floor and soon put it back on as well as your thong, not to mention covering your body back up with a towel as you walked off of the stage with a smile on your face.

You also brought a dress that you wore so you won't get arrested for indecent exposure.

When the World Wrestling Federation was going through their Attitude era, you wanted to recreate Kimona's striptease on a "Monday Night Raw", "Sunday Night Heat", "Saturday's Night Main Event", a pay-per-view or even maybe a "Smackdown" or "WWF Jakked/Metal" episode, and while working as a wrestling valet during the Attitude era, you wanted to recreate her striptease to distract an opponent with it.

Soon, when other wrestlers joined the WWF, like Christian Cage and Chris Jericho, you did that Kimona Wanalaya striptease for them privately, and when you were a part of the ECW and WCW rosters, you did that recreation of Kimona's striptease for them privately.

Fun fact: after Kimona's iconic ECW striptease, she left ECW.

#wwf #ecw #kimona wanalaya #1997 #90s #hunter hearst helmsley #rob van dam #shawn michaels #jeff hardy #tommy rogers #nova #super nova #raven #brian pillman

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Billionaires don't pay tax

When Clinton accused Trump of paying no federal taxes, he didn’t deny it — rather, he said, “That makes me smart.”

He wasn’t the first rich sociopath to make that claim. Remember when Leona Helmsley told the press “only little people pay taxes?”

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https://www.propublica.org/article/the-secret-irs-files-trove-of-never-before-seen-records-reveal-how-the-wealthiest-avoid-income-tax

These records — which include tax data for Elon Musk, Warren Buffett, Jeff Bezos, Michael Bloomberg, George Soros, Carl Icahn and others — reveal that it’s not just sneering boasters like Trump and Helmsley who avoid the tax the rest of us pay — it’s the whole cohort.

Much has been made of the “K-shaped” recovery from the pandemic-driven economic collapse, where the rich got richer and the poor got poorer, but when it comes to the 0.001%, this is far more pronounced. America’s billionaires got $1.2 trillion richer during the pandemic.

Much of this wealth accumulation is due to the fact that poor people pay high taxes, while rich people pay low taxes. A household earning $70k pays about 14% in federal tax; In 2019, Michael Bloomberg made $2B and paid 1.3% of it in federal tax.

All this wealth-accumulation creates family dynasties, meaning that the rich stay rich, and the poor stay poor, and the only real social mobility is downward, as the middle class loses ground and slips down the ladder.

https://doctorow.medium.com/the-rents-too-damned-high-520f958d5ec5

A quarter of America’s richest people owe their fortune to the orifice they emerged from, not the work they did. These heirs — Waltons, Mars candy scions, Estee Lauder’s kid — are the new permanent aristocracy, uplifted by the invisible hand by virtue of their “good blood.”

The Propublica report — from Jesse Eisenger, Jeff Ernsthausen and Paul Kiel — is valuable not just for the names it names, but for the tax-evasion tactics it explains and the historical context it provides.

Whenever someone points out that Jeff Bezos is so rich that he could afford to give a living wage to his vast, precarious, food-stamp-dependent blue-collar workforce, someone inevitably points out that Bezos’s wealth is in shares, not cash and is thus illusory.

This is only partly true, and it obscures more than it illuminates. It’s true that CEOs habitually draw nominal salaries — often $1/year — and are only “rich on paper,” but this doesn’t mean they’re not immensely wealthy — rather, this is how they amass immenselwealth.

Here’s how that works: the US only taxes capital gains (money you make from owning things, as opposed to doing things) when they are “realized” — that is, when you sell the asset that has appreciated in value. If you never sell your asset, you never pay tax on it.

So when an exec takes compensation in stock rather than cash, the exec pays no tax unless they sell the shares. But execs don’t have to sell any shares in order to get millions or billions of dollars to play with. Rather, they can stake those shares as collateral on loans.

If an exec sells their shares, they’ll pay a 20% capital gains tax. If they borrow against the shares, they’ll pay single-digit interest rates. What’s more, loans aren’t treated as income, so no tax is paid on the loan.

Even better, the interest on the loan can be treated as an expense, which you can apply to any money that comes in the door that you can’t help but declare as income.

Working people borrow money because they can’t afford to buy cars or houses or just close the gap between payday and an empty fridge. Rich people borrow because it lets them launder their income into tax-free loans.

Here’s the thing: this is exactly what critics of this system predicted would happen. In 1920, Rep Cordell Hull (“the father of income tax”) warned that the Supreme Court’s ruling in Macomber would let rich people “live upon the value” of stock “without ever paying” tax.

Congress could have fixed the tax law, but it left this loophole open, along with other loopholes, like the “step-up in basis” rule that allows billionaires to pass on vast fortunes without ever paying capital gains taxes on them (the true origin of “good blood”).

When Propublica called billionaires for comment, they either got stonewalled (Elon Musk sent them a single “?” then ghosted), or heard bluster about “privacy invasions” or got responses like Warren Buffett’s, about his plan to give away all his money.

That’s more “good blood” nonsense: the idea that we should let people amass vast fortunes through monopoly and exploitation, so long as they — and not democratically accountable governments — then use it for social benefit.

Elite philanthropy is no substitute for democratic programs. It’s primarily a means for the ultra-wealthy to launder their reputations.

Take the Sacklers — made richer than the Rockefellers through the opioid epidemic’s corporate mass murders:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/05/23/a-bankrupt-process/#sacklers

What’s more, elite philanthropy is a vehicle for pushing “good blood” ideology. Bill Gates’s foundation didn’t just set out to eradicate malaria, but also public education.

https://pluralistic.net/2021/04/13/public-interest-pharma/#gates-foundation

It recycled the materials it used to lobby against letting South Africa make its own HIV medicine to lobby against a covid vaccine waiver:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/05/21/wait-your-turn/#vaccine-apartheid

This report is the first in a series based on the anonymous leaked data. Propublica says its source was motivated by their stellar reporting on the IRS, which revealed the intense lobbying to weaken the agency’s power to audit the wealthy.

https://pluralistic.net/2021/05/17/disgracenote/#false-consciousness

Instead, the IRS was perverted so that it primarily targeted poor people for audits, because they alone were weak enough not to resist the IRS’s starved, resource-poor auditing division.

Propublica still has a lot of data to report out, but they’re interested in hearing from other sources. In this supplemental article, they explain how IRS whistleblowers and others can securely leak more documents to them.

https://projects.propublica.org/tips/help-us-report-on-taxes-and-ultrawealthy/

And if you don’t have time to digest the excellent story with its great explainers and graphics, Propublica’s got a 7-minute read version:

https://www.propublica.org/article/the-secret-irs-files-short-form-a-quick-guide-to-what-we-uncovered

All of this leaves us with a question, though: what should we do about it? There’s a Biden tax plan to raise taxes on the rich, but as Propublica points out, it will have virtually no effect on the “buy-borrow-die” mode of wealth accumulation.

Two other proposals would have an impact, though: Ron Wyden has proposed a capital gains tax on unrealized gains:

https://www.finance.senate.gov/imo/media/doc/Treat%20Wealth%20Like%20Wages%20RM%20Wyden.pdf

And both Bernie Sanders and Elizabeth Warren have proposed wealth taxes:

https://www.cnbc.com/2021/03/01/elizabeth-warren-bernie-sanders-propose-3percent-wealth-tax-on-billionaires.html

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From the Ground Up (Elias imagine)

Truthfully this has been in the works since April, so uh, here we go! Reader owns a ranch and Elias gets hired on a farmhand. This is definitely a slow burn so, uh, good luck!

WC: 8467 words

Warnings: this has so much angst, if you’re an AJ Styles stan, you might just wanna leave, mentions of sexual assault, mentions of abuse, Reader gets called sugar and dove, panic attack (kinda, sorta?)

Tagging: @hardcorewwetrash @sporadic-fics @renegademustelid @neversatisfiedgirl @wrestlingfae

“Hey, kiddo, you ready to do this!?” Braun called out to me as I locked the barn door for the night, giving my horse, Nutmeg a final pat on the back before letting her rest. I turned and grinned, letting out a whoop of excitement then raced towards my friends. Drew snagged me by my waist and twirled me before I crowed, ”Stop, we’re gonna be late and you know that Hunter hates when we’re late!”

Laughter peeled around me as we hurried to get situated in the two trucks for tonight’s event. I was a bull rider but couldn’t travel due to the fact that I was keeping my family’s legacy alive. We began pulling away when Bayley waved a hand at me, shouting, ”Hat?” I reached a hand out my window and Kevin threw it to me, my fingers barely snagging it.

With a tight grip on the black material, I swung it into the cab of the truck, slipping it onto my head. I turned to Drew who shook his head and muttered, ”Ye and dat damn hat.” I grinned in response then cranked up the radio, singing along with the current song playing. Sarah laughed at my ridiculousness then joined in on my antics, thoroughly driving Drew to his demise.

When we arrived at the rodeo, he stumbled out of the truck and cried out,”Freedom!” Kevin, Bayley, and Braun laughed at his exclamation then we walked towards the arena where my “agent”, Hunter Helmsley, was pacing a hole into the dirt. I snickered and jogged over to join him.

“Oh thank god you’re here! You’re up in twenty minutes and you’re riding Hydro.” I stared at him for a moment then took a deep breath. Hydro was a Hereford bull that weighed about a thousand and three hundred pounds with horns about two feet long. He was the biggest bull in the league and only two people had been able to stay on for the eight seconds needed to succeed.

I nodded in understanding and met Kevin and Braun near the pin. Kevin Owens and Braun Strowman had been family friends since I was knee high to a grasshopper and when my grandparents passed, they stuck around to keep the farm thriving. They were the crazy bastards who encouraged me to chase my dreams of being a bull rider.

“Hey killer, who you riding tonight?” Kevin asked, swinging his arm around my shoulders. I glanced up and murmured,”Hydro.” He sucked in a breath then slid away, stating,”And just like that, you’ve been demoted from murderer to murderee.”

I climbed up on the gate and hung my head, muttering,”I’m going to die. He’s going to tap dance all over my ribs.” Braun rubbed my back and assured me,”No, no, you’ve got this, kiddo.”

“Nah, he’s going to break dance on your ass. You’ll be feeling it for a while.” Kevin cut in, patting me on the back. I groaned, rubbing at my eyes, then Bayley and Sarah raced to meet us, the two of them rushing out,”Watch this new guy ride!”

“New guy? Who is he?” I asked, turning to face the arena as my favorite rodeo clown, Karl Anderson, braced himself to yank open the door to let loose the beast and his new rider for eight seconds.

“Name’s Elias Samson. Guess he just moved here from Philly.” Bayley informed us and almost in unison, our noses crinkled up. We hated having new people in general but when they were city slickers? It made it a thousand times worse.

The only reason why we accepted Drew was because he had experience in roping and riding horses, something that we desperately needed. After AJ left, it was a bit difficult to handle the horses, so Drew was a perfect fit for the job. That and he had a cool accent but we never told him that part.

But when we watched the young buck ride, it was a different story. He rocked with the bucks of the bull, almost gliding with the force. It was something that I wasn’t expecting out of a Philly man.

“Hey, buttercup, you need to go ahead and get ready.” Sarah stated, patting me on my thigh. I leapt off the fence and braced for the impact, my spurs letting out a small chime as they dug into the dirt. I walked into my small, written off area then pulled my hat off before tugging my vest over my head.

“Hi sugar.” I paused in pulling my glove on then turned to see the new rider leaning against my doorway. I raised an eyebrow then fit my hat back onto my head as I stated,”New guy. How’s it goin’?” He sucked in his bottom lip then informed me,”Took away seventy five points on my first night so…” I hummed in acknowledgement then fixed my chaps as I said,”Well congrats, young buck, but that’s nothing.” He laughed and a shiver raced through my body as he did so, then I heard, ”(Y/N) (Y/L/N) to the arena, (Y/N) (Y/L/N) to the arena.”

I tipped my hat at him then stated,”See ya around, young buck.”

I rushed to meet my team waiting for my arrival then Kevin and Braun grabbed my arms, yanking me up onto the gate before Bayley appeared, stating,”Alright, you are the only person riding Hydro tonight so you just need to last the eight seconds and get out of there before you get stomped on.”

“Bays, that’s not a very good pep talk.” Sarah informed her girlfriend, patting her on the back. Karl peeked his head up then stated,”You’re gonna do great, kid.” I gave him a small smile then thanked him before winding my hand tightly in place. Braun looked down at me then said, ”When you get bucked off, you scramble like eggs in a hot skillet, you got me?” I nodded in agreement then braced against the bull, giving him a small pat on the back.

Karl yanked open the door and out Hydro flew, bucking wildly. I gasped then tightened my grip, tensing my arm as my free hand hooked to my belt loop, forcing it to my side as he twisted and bucked around. In… Out… Repeat… Just need to last eight seconds. I leaned with his bucks, waiting for his next spin then watched as his legs flailed momentarily then he twisted once again, trying his damnedest to knock me away.

As Hydro spun again, I dug my right spur into his side and he slowed his speed, only for him to pick up again. I tightened my thighs around him, listening to my chaps squeak quietly then a whistle blew over my head, alerting me that I survived my eight seconds. Now I just needed to clear the danger zone.

I glanced over my shoulder then swung my leg over his head as he spun again, releasing my rope before I landed on my hands and knees, racing towards where my team was waiting. They pulled me upwards, freeing me from the angry bull. Drew pulled my hat off and ruffled my hair, chirping, ”Helluva ride dere, lil dove! Proud of ye!” I grinned at him then I waited for the announcer to inform the crowd and I of my score.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N) on Hydro has scored a ninety three.” The crowd roared with its approval and I let out a screech, ecstatic with my results. We exited the pen area and joined Hunter on the ground who congratulated me on the good work. I grinned at him then we walked back towards the trucks, ready to call it a night. I knew that Sarah and Bayley had found us a new farm hand who would be willing to help around the place and he was supposed to be at the farm bright and early.

“Hey, sugar, leavin’ so soon?” I turned on my heel then stated,”Hey, young buck, good to see ya again. Didja happen to see me?”

“Yep. You did good.” I blinked a few times at him then he grinned, stating,”Kidding, I’m kidding. You did great. Never seen anyone take on such a big bull and get such a good score.”

“Well you are a city slicker so that might explain a few things.” His eyes widened at my statement then Drew jogged up to me, wrapping an arm around my waist as he asked,”Ye ready ta go, luvey?” I raised my head and smiled at him, stating,”Yeah, just gimme a bit.” He kissed me on the temple then went back to the truck, the engine roaring to life. Elias gave me a small smile then said,”Well, I'll see you around, sugar.”

I nodded in agreement then joined Sarah and Drew in the truck, following Braun,Kevin, and Bayley out of the arena’s makeshift parking lot. I still needed to take a shower to wash away the dirt and sweat that the night had gifted me with, not to mention I still had horses and cattle to check on before I went to bed.

I pulled my comforter over my head then groaned when I realized that the sun was up which meant that the new farmhand would be here anytime soon if he was punctual. I crawled out of bed reluctantly then joined Braun and Sarah downstairs who was drinking coffee while Bayley made French toast for what looked like an army.

“Has anyone heard from this new guy?” Kevin asked, claiming the second to last cup of coffee that had been poured for everyone as he passed the island. I shook my head then Bayley chirped,”Yeah he’ll be here soon. He got lost.”

Everyone but Sarah looked up at our favorite brunette then Braun asked,”He got lost? What, he’s not from around here or somethin’?” She shook her head and informed us,”No, he moved from a big city, said he always wanted to move south.” Scoffs sounded then we passed the large platter of French toast around, our group choosing however many pieces they pleased when the doorbell rang.

Bayley’s head snapped up then she called out, ”Coming, hang on!” She twisted her apron around and it flapped behind her in protest as she ran towards the door to let the new guy in. But the rest of us were so focused on becoming lively for the day, we didn’t even register who was standing in the kitchen doorway leading in from the front door.

“Well do I get breakfast too?” Forks clattered to the plates and Kevin choked on his current bite, Sarah pounding on his back while the rest of us turned to face our new farm hand.

“Young buck. When you said that you’d see me around, I wasn’t thinkin’ you’d see me this soon.” I admitted, wiping my hands off. He grinned, shaking my outstretched hand, and stated,”Ehh, I figured I’d surprise you today instead of telling you yesterday.”

“Well color us surprised then.” Braun rumbled, returning to eating. My lifelong friend hated new people and understandably so. In this day and age, there’s no telling who you can trust. Elias gave a tight smile then shot a nervous glance to Bayley who offered,”Go ahead and sit down, have some breakfast. There’s plenty to go around.”

Elias began pulling the chair out from beside me and we all shared a knowing look then Drew rumbled from the hallway entrance,”Dat's ma seat.” The new guy turned to face the Scotsman as he grabbed his cup of coffee, ruffling Bayley’s hair affectionately then kissed me on the crown of my head, claiming his seat. Elias ended up between Kevin and Braun then I grimaced as the two began talking around him.

Oh Lord, here we go with the hazing.

“Boys, quit your talkin’ and eat your breakfast.” Bayley snipped, sliding a plate full of bacon and sausage beside the French toast platter. I glanced around at my comrades then cried out,”Bull rider of ninety three gets first pick!”

“You lil heathen.” Drew rumbled as Braun exclaimed,”Like hell you do!” And just like that, the three of us were engaged in a battle of forks for the best looking bacon and sausage. Laughter roared around us then I stabbed two pieces of sausage links, giving a shout of victory.

“So young buck, whatdya think about our little town round here?” I asked before taking a bite of my prize, passing the plate of breakfast meats around.

“It’s cute, I think I’m gonna like it here.” We all nodded in agreement and as we were cleaning up, Baron Corbin, my next door neighbor rushed into the house and shouted,” Cows are loose!”

“Fuck!” we cried out, scrambling to slide our boots on then I darted out the door with Elias hot on my heels. I leaped off the porch and snagged my rope hanging off the railing then whistled at Nutmeg, who was thankfully in the mood to listen to me. She trotted towards me then I swung onto her back as Baron’s dog, Xavier came racing around the cows that had escaped the half broken gate.

Elias opened the pen door for me to lead Nutmeg out after I fitted the rope into the loops of her halter then rode out to round up the miscellaneous cows. Braun kept a watchful eye on the rest of the cattle while Bayley helped me herd the loose ones back in their pen.

I let Nutmeg back in her pen then turned to Elias, stating,”Your first order of business here? Fix the gate.” He nodded in agreement then I turned to Kevin, asking,”Can you show him where to find the field fence and tools? I’ve got to go work with Order.”

Order was a Belgian Draft stallion who was given to the farm by AJ as a parting gift. He was a skittish, not so little thing who stood at eighteen hands. I had his sister, Law, in a stall across from Nutmeg in the barn and because Order was such a large horse, we had to knock down the wall to his neighboring stall, letting him have the reign of the two.

Kevin nodded in understanding then I grabbed the strawberries from the fridge that I had picked yesterday from the garden before walking into the barn where Order watched me with unsure eyes. I shook the bowl of fruit then slid into the pen with an outstretched strawberry to him. He took it from me gently then I smiled, grabbing the brush.

About three hours passed and I was finally able to put the saddle on, but he refused to let me buckle it.

I rubbed at his nose then Elias stated,”He’s beautiful.” I smiled up at him then replied,”Yeah, he is. He’s also a stubborn one.” Order nickered in protest and I could have sworn that he had rolled his eyes at me then I said,”You’re welcome to give him a strawberry. I’m about to let him out with Nutmeg and Law for a bit, get him to relax some.”

He snagged one of the red fruits then offered it up to the stallion, who gladly took it, nearly chomping down on Elias’ fingers. I laughed at the surprise on my new farm hand’s face then said,”Alright, come on, let’s get this guy out in the pasture.”

A full month had passed since Elias had rolled into town and proved his worth to the farm. Order had finally allowed me to buckle the saddle and take him on the trail around the river as long as someone else was riding Law with us.

“Hey, dove, I have to go into town, I forgot the stuff to finish dinner.” Bayley informed me with a remorseful expression.

“But.. but you’re supposed to go on the trail with me today.” I said, my tone becoming sadder with each word. She gave my hand a squeeze then stated,”I know! But I forgot that I needed to go to the store.”

“Hey, is everything okay?” Elias asked, entering from the outside where he had been cleaning stalls. I sighed and hung my head, informing,”I can’t take Order on the trail today cause Bayley has to go into town.” He paused where he was finishing washing his hands then he offered,”Well, I could go with you.” Bayley and I turned to stare at him at the mention of his idea then he finished, ”Sarah’s been giving me lessons on my free days. I’m pretty good with Law.”

My brunette friend shot me a knowing look then I agreed,”Alright, but if you’re not ready to go in the next ten minutes, I’m leavin’ your sorry ass.” He grinned, drying off his hands, then stated, ”Let’s get going then.” We saddled up the horses and led them out of the pen, mounting up outside to prevent Nutmeg from panicking.

The first half of the trail was silent, with just the clicks of the horses’ hooves hitting the ground, then Elias asked,”So what’s the deal between you and Drew?” My head snapped over to him as we came to a stop at the river to give the horses a drink of water and rest for a bit.

“I’m not sure whatcha mean.” I muttered, settling on a large rock after I tied Order to the big oak tree beside the bank. He raised an eyebrow at me and questioned,”Is that so? I mean are you guys together, dating, fucking?” I scoffed, rolling my eyes, then I replied,”None of the above. Drew and I are just friends.” He laughed and settled beside me as he stated,”With the way that man looks at you, I’m surprised you haven’t noticed it.” I raised an eyebrow as I settled beside him then questioned, “Oh yeah? And how does he look at me?”

“Like you’re a five course meal that he’s ready to devour.” Elias informed, cupping his hands together to get some water to drink. I laughed at his statement then muttered,”Yeah, alright, pal.” My phone began ringing in my saddle bag and I reached inside, checking the screen, raising an eyebrow when I realized that it was Sarah calling me.

“Hey, girlie, what’s up?”

“AJ and Luke is here.” I ended the call quickly then rushed out,”We have to go, we have to go now.” He gave a questioning glance but mounted Law without a protest nonetheless. We quickly picked up our speed riding on the trail then when we arrived at the ranch, I immediately noticed the big truck sitting in my driveway. I led Order back into his stall and he neighed in protest, so I gave him a sugar cube so he would keep quiet.

I exited the barn and brushed my jeans off, approaching the front of the house where Kevin, Sarah, and Braun stood with hatred burning in their eyes. I approached them and settling on the porch swing, asking,”Styles, to what do we owe this not so pleasurable visit?” He turned to face me, his familiar arrogance crossing his expression as he smiled at me.

“My my, little dove, you are lookin’ prettier as you age. But comin’ to sweep ya back off ya feet isn’t why I’m here. I’ve got a fine offer for ya, if you’re willin’ to take it.” I gritted my teeth then forced back my well thought out murder scenario with AJ as the star victim before I replied,”I’ve already told you and your head honcho right there; I’m not looking to sell the ranch.” He sighed, in faux disappointment, and stated, ”Three years and you’re still not giving up on this damn place? What gives?”

“I’m not a sellout.” I snapped, stepping toe-to-toe with the smug Georgia man. He let out a fully belly laugh then replied,”Oh trust me, sweetheart, I’m well aware of that. But just be cautious of the company you keep. There’s no tellin’ where a snake might be lyin’.” His blue eyes danced across the faces of my friends then turned back to me.

“Too fucking bad you didn’t give her that advice sooner. Could’ve avoided you like the plague you are.” Kevin bit out, cracking his knuckles in warning. Luke gave a sarcastic laugh then rumbled,”I’ll crush you like a pancake, Owens.”

“Then step to it, Gallows.” Braun growled in response, raising an eyebrow as a challenge or even a warning perhaps. I slid between the men then shoved AJ backwards, spitting,”Get the hell off my property, Styles, before I call in the Sheriff and you know damn good and well that Shawn is still pissed at you.”

His lips twitched to fight back the anger that was beginning to seep through his exterior then he stepped backwards, taking Gallows with him, calling over his shoulder,”You have a nice night now, dove.”

“You lost the privilege to call me that three years ago, you son of a bitch!” I snapped, beginning to charge at him when Elias appeared and scooped me up by the waist, yanking me backwards as he crowed, ”Hang on there, sugar, no need to go for the soccer mom’s head.” Styles’ blue eyes flickered with annoyance at the side comment that my farm hand made then hopped into his truck, driving off like a bat out of hell.

“Sonuvabitch is just lucky that Bayley wasn’t here. She’s been itchin’ to claw his eyes out for the betta part of three years now.” Braun mumbled as he, Sarah, and Kevin made their way back up to the house, the taller man tucking his leather gloves into his back pocket. Noncommittal mumbles answered the North Carolina man’s statement then I glanced down, realizing that Elias still had me by the waist, my feet dangling a good six inches from the ground. I glanced up at the hazel eyed man then murmured, “You plan on lettin’ me down anytime soon?” He looked down at me and gave a sheepish grin, settling me back on the ground as he apologized, “Oh, I’m sorry, my bad. Um… so who was that dick anyway?”

I stared at where AJ’s truck had left minute ruts in my grass then replied, “No one important.” I stepped away from him and asked, “Would you mind putting away the horses? I forgot that I have a few things that I had to sort out for Hunter and if I don’t get it down by Wednesday for my meeting, I think he might just grow his hair long again, just so he can rip it right back out.”

We laughed briefly then separated. As soon as Elias was out of sight, I raced up to the house and snagged a bottle of water from the fridge, chugging nearly the entire thing as Sarah asked, “You’re not going to tell him who he is, are you?” I settled the fourth of water back on the counter and stared at the marbling of the island as I answered, “I really don’t know.”

Braun sighed, pulling out the rum and pineapple juice, stating, “Well, that’s your prerogative but I’m gonna go ahead and say this: that boy’s eyes get bigger than the moon when you’re around and I do believe that you’d be a good match for that boy out there.” I watched out the kitchen window as Elias rushed to help a freshly returned Bayley with groceries. It was obvious that my old friend had seen AJ and Luke leaving the property as she pulled into the driveway.

“Yeah… I know. That’s what I’m afraid of.”

We ended up settling in for the night with a couple decks of cards and alcohol to ease the tension that the two snakes had drug into the ranch house.

“This was a terrible decision.” Bayley hiccupped after our third game of Kings. We played with two decks of cards, since there were so many of us, and the young brunette had unfortunately been paired with Elias as a mate when he drew the eight of diamonds. He had somehow managed to draw the majority of the eights and the man was not shy about drinking on the beer that Sarah had poured him.

“You’re just a lightweight, doll face.” Elias slurred in return, flipping over his freshly chosen card. She went to flip him the bird, only to end up tilting into a sober Sarah’s lap, who just sighed, shaking her head.

“Okay, I think it’s time to call it a night.” I admitted, finishing off my second glass of water. The first time that I was drunk, I had the worst hangover the next morning and from that day on, I swore that anytime I had any alcohol, I would drink at least two glasses before deciding to go to bed. Sarah helped her girlfriend to their shared room then Kevin and Drew bid us good night, the pair obviously remembering that they had some work to finish early in the morning.

Braun and I began collecting the miscellaneous cards that had been flung across the room as Elias put away the liquor that had been brought out for our night of fun. Braun flickered his gaze over to me then muttered, “You should tell him now.” My eyebrows furrowed at his statement and I started to ask him what he meant, only for it to dawn me just seconds later.

“What, no, that’s stupid! Why would I tell him now? He won’t remember it!” I hissed, flicking his bicep as I passed him. My tall friend raised an eyebrow and waited for a few seconds then it dawned on me- that’s what I wanted. I wanted to confide in Elias what kind of bastard AJ Styles really was but I didn’t want him to remember it because I wasn’t prepared for the questions to follow. If I told him while he was drunk, the questions would likely be put on hold at least until morning or I could get lucky and he wouldn’t remember the conversation at all the next day. Either way, it was time to come clean.

“Elias, you asked me about the son of a bitch who came to the house today, right? Well, that’s AJ Styles, the bastard who wants my family’s farm.” I informed the curly haired man, claiming one of the stools that Sarah had brought in from outside.

“Okay, but why does he want it so bad?” Questions were expected, especially since no one had given the poor man any insight on the past AJ and I shared, but I was aiming to give vague answers that would satisfy his curiosity. Judging by how drunk he was, I was hoping that my half assed answers would be good enough for him. I sighed and settled down at the table before I replied, “AJ and I were engaged when my grandparents died and they had it in their will that I would get the ranch no matter what. AJ thinks that even though we broke up, he deserved at least half of the place. But as long as I’m here, that’s not going to happen.”

“Why’d you break off the engagement?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at me. Braun glanced up from where he was putting away the clean dishes then he stated, “Shoulda seen that one comin’, dove. Might as well tell him it all.” I kicked the chair beside me out from underneath the table then nodded at it, offering, “You’re gonna wanna sit for this one, it’s kinda a mind fuck.” He did as I suggested then Braun claimed the seat behind me, prepared to help me through the story that I often avoided telling people.

“AJ and I were childhood friends. Him and his family had moved here from Georgia when we were both youngins and we got along great all through school and college. Even though he was older than me by years, he was my first love… he was a lot of my firsts. First kiss, he took me on my first date, and yeah, he took my virginity. I was 22 when I finally figured out that I wanted to take over the ranch. I had always had a passion for this place and all of the animals and responsibilities that it came with. But I also wanted to ride. Bull riding was my first love over it all and everyone who knew me well enough could acknowledge that fact. But AJ wanted me to quit and I wasn’t willing to.”

I paused in my storytelling, taking a drink of the water that Braun slid me, then took a deep breath, preparing myself for the rest of the tale. Elias leaned forward and murmured, “Hey, you don’t have to tell me. Eventually you’ll be fully ready to talk to me about it and if tonight isn’t it-”

“No… no, it’s okay, really. I need to get this out of the way. Um, so when my grandparents died, AJ tried to convince me to give it all up so we could take care of the ranch. But when I told him no, he uh… He didn’t take it very well. He popped me right in the mouth with a slap. Told me that no wasn’t an option anymore and it was time to walk away from the riding. After that night, I agreed: no more bull riding.”

“But it wasn’t just the thing that I loved most that he took from me: he secluded me from Kevin and Braun, told Bayley and Sarah that I was always busy with the farm. And it only got worse from there. Anytime I would refuse him on anything, he’d beat me bloody, until I was laying on the floor begging for his mercy, apologizing until that was the only thing that would come out of my mouth. One night, I finally had enough. He wanted to talk about who’s name should go on the mortgage of the ranch.”

“I told him that my name was already on it, thanks to the will. Guess that’s what happens when you have one of the best damn lawyers in the town as an old family friend. AJ wasn’t willing to take that as an answer. He decided that he needed another approach, so he tried… he tried to uh..”

I blew out a slow breath and ducked my head between my knees, determined to get my breathing back under control before I flew into a panic attack that would decommission me for the week. Braun let a soft hand on my back then began to rub slow circles, grounding me back to the present, before he murmured, “You don’t gotta tell him the rest. I think he gets it.” I hiccuped softly as tears began to stream down my face then sat back up slowly, insisting, “No. No, I need to get this off my chest. I can do this. Just give me a minute.”

The two men just watched me, waiting for me to say something, then I let out a sob, prepared to reveal the rest of the nightmare that my life had become years ago. I pushed my hair out of my face and said, “He tried to rape me. But he wasn’t expecting me to have my family waiting outside with Shawn for the bastard to make a move. I screamed faster and louder than anyone was expecting and before the sonuvabitch knew what the hell was going on, everyone was inside and Braun and Bayley was ready to commit murder.”

“Shawn was gonna help us hide the fucker’s body while we were at it too.” the taller man rumbled, cracking his knuckles at the memory that flashed through our minds.

“You’re damn right we were gonna kill that bastard.” Bayley hissed and we turned towards the hallway where my family stood. I sniffled at the statement then walked towards the group of people, Drew pulling me into a tight hug when I got in arms length. I wrapped my arms around his waist and began to cry into his shirt as my friends joined our hug.

“Shh, it’s okay, that son of a bitch won’t ever touch you again.” Kevin assured me, cupping my face to kiss me on the forehead. It was an old technique that he and Braun often used to calm me down and admittedly, it made me feel more human. Sarah and Bayley squeezed me into one of the tightest hugs that I had received from them in a while but it was almost like they were pressuring all of the pieces that AJ had broken away from me back together once again. I was their Humpty Dumpty but this time, the King’s Knights had super glue on hand.

I heard the chair screech behind me and I turned to face Elias, prepared for his reaction. When I had told Drew the truth behind AJ and I, the Scot tried to hunt the fucker down in the middle of the night, prepared for actual murder. But what I wasn’t expecting to see, was the curly haired man crying.

“Elias! Don’t cry, it’s okay! It was three years ago… Really, I’m okay. I’ve got the best support system a girl could ask for and with you along for the ride, I couldn’t ask for anything more.” He sniffled and pulled me into a hug, murmuring into my hair, “I’m sorry. A person like you should never have to deal with something like this. I- I’m here for you.” I gave a small laugh and returned the hug. He had taken it significantly better than I was expecting but it made me feel so much better. He didn’t reject me because of my past.

“Alright, I think it’s about time for us to head to bed. We’ve had a hell of a day and someone just had to reveal her tragic backstory to our young buck, so now we’re all teary eyed and blubbering.” Kevin joked, shaking his head. I poked him in the side and we all separated to our respective bedrooms. I settled underneath my blankets then turned on the lamp that sat on my desk after turning off the lights. After everything that AJ ever did, I refused to sleep in complete darkness, in fear that he would sneak in and try to do something while I was asleep.

The next week was a bit uncomfortable because it seemed like Elias was now walking on eggshells when dealing with me. We didn’t speak much, due to me dealing with the harvest that we needed to finish. October has always been the busiest month for the ranch but even still, I figured that he would at least attempt to make conversation with me in passing. But that’s when Bayley came into play.

“What do you mean he doesn’t want to intrude on me?” I asked, crossing my arms. Sarah and Bayley exchanged glances, uncertain on how to explain, then the longer haired woman sighed, answering, “He doesn’t want to push you to do anything. Dove, I think this guy really cares for you and he doesn’t want to fuck it up. Can’t say I blame him. Maybe you can just talk with him, tell him how you feel about the whole distancing thing.” Bayley nodded in agreement and chirped, “I know that you feel the same about him and I’m not saying that you should go out with the guy but you should at least tell him what’s going through your head.”

“Hmm… yeah, I guess that makes sense. Hey, Bays, don’t you have to go into town today?” I asked, glancing over at my close friend. She glanced up from where she was writing something down then answered, “Yeah, why?” Pointing down at the list she had made earlier, I questioned, “That the list of things that we need?” She nodded and handed it over to me without a second thought, clearly catching onto my plan that I formulated in seconds.

I walked out the door and scanned the yard in search of my farm hand, zeroing in on where he was chatting with Braun and Kevin beside the cattle pen. Cupping my hands around my mouth, I took a deep breath and shouted for him, snickering when he jerked his head to look at me so fast that he nearly tripped. He rushed over to me then flashed a smile as he stopped, glancing up at me. I stared at him for a moment then tipped his hat upwards, fixing it to where I could see his eyes.

“Uh, what’s up?” he asked, clearing his throat. I gave a small cough and fidgeted with my own hat as I answered, “You and me are on errand duty. Bayley and Sarah are working on the tractors so you get a day in the town with me.” He grinned at me then chirped, “Sounds like a plan to me.” We piled into my truck and off we drove into town with our first stop being the grocery store. I glanced up at him as he grabbed a car then asked, “Do you just want to shop together or split the list and get our respective items?”

“I think if we split up, we can get this part of the trip done with faster.” he suggested, holding his hand out for his list of items. I nodded in understanding then grabbed my own basket, prepared to zoom through the store for my objects. And it was going so well until I began heading towards our agreed meeting spot. I was walking towards the check out when I bumped into someone, my hat fluttering to the ground.

“Hey, watch it-” Immediately I paused in my statement, freezing when those blue eyes met my steely gaze. Styles grinned at the sight of me and chirped, “Oh ho, well if it isn’t my lil dove. Where’s your guard dog, darlin’? Leave him at home to watch over the cattle?” I snatched my hat off the floor and snapped, “Not that it’s any of your business, but Elias is here with me. Now if you’ll excuse me, you slimy bastard, I have to get back home.”

I began to walk away, only for him to grip my wrist, yanking me back to face him. I froze in his grasp then he murmured, “Good to see that ya still react like this. Now, I think it’s about time that we sit down and have a nice lil chat between the two of us, dontcha think?” I started to tremble in his hold, mind and body both failing to do anything to protect me, then someone snapped, “No, that’s not gonna happen.” AJ turned to face Elias, blue eyes now har, then he chirped, “Well, I’ll be. She didn’t even have to whistle but the dog still came a-running to her side. She’s got you well trained, huh, young pup.”

“That’s Elias to you, bastard. Now, let her go. I won’t ask again.” The two stared at each other then AJ lifted my arm before releasing my wrist, a small chuckle filling my ears as he backed away and he said, “I’ll see ya around, darlin’. We still need to have that chat.” And with that, Styles disappeared into the crowd of people that had surrounded us, clearly eager to see what the young buck had in him.

Elias cupped my face then touched his forehead to my own, murmuring, “You okay there, sugar? Hey, talk to me.” I buried my face into his chest as I shook my head, eager to just disappear from sight, then muttered, “I just wanna go home. I-I just need to get out of here.” He nodded in understanding and replied, “Alright, it’s okay, just breathe with me. Let’s pay for these groceries then we can go home, okay? Come on, here, take my flannel.”

He pulled off the checkered material then draped it over my shoulders before scooping the basket out of my arms, leading me into an empty check out. He placed all of our items onto the conveyor belt then I reached for his hand, giving a quick squeeze. Elias glanced down at me and returned the squeeze, pushing the cart towards the bagging area.

“I’m sorry about that, darlin’. I’ve been there before.” the cashier admitted in a soft tone, giving me an apologetic nod. I inched closer to Elias and mumbled, “I’m sorry that you had someone do that to you. I hope you’re out of that relationship.” He nodded and finishing bagging our items as he answered, “I am. Now I’m happily married and my husband is the best man I could ever ask for. I think you’ve got yourself a good one, if I do say so myself.”

I glanced up at Elias and attempted to lean away from him, only for him to tug me back into his side as he chirped, “She’s my sugar, wouldn’t trade her for anyone else in this crazy world. My eyebrows furrowed then he kissed my forehead, only to turn back to the cashier

to pay for our items when I gaped up at him. Elias flashed a smile to the man working the counter then chirped, “Thanks man, have a great one.” He finished putting our groceries into our cart and tugged on my hand, pulling me out of the store.

“Hey, keys, sugar. You’re not driving, not when you’re like this. C’mon, hand ‘em over.” he encouraged, reaching his hand out for the key ring that was looped on my pants. I unhooked the clip and dropped them into the palm of his hand, climbing into the passenger seat of my truck. Seeing AJ so soon after the conversation that I had with Elias had me shook to my core and I couldn’t help the fact that I was still trembling. He quickly put the groceries in the bed of the truck and joined me in the cab, turning the engine over.

“Elias,” I murmured, causing him to turn to me, “I asked you to come with me so we could talk about why you weren’t talking to me. I know that you don’t wanna push me. But to be honest, not talking with you is kinda killing me.” He stared at me for a while then tangled his fingers with my own before bringing it to his lips and he murmured, “Okay. Okay, I’m sorry. I won’t stop talking with you again. Promise you, sugar.” I slid closer to him and he wrapped his arm over my shoulders, pulling me into his side as he backed out of the parking lot.

“Put your seat belt, you heathen.” Elias joked, but I did as he requested, knowing that I did need the safety mechanism on anyway. We drove down the road like that, his arm around my shoulders and my head on his chest, the sound of his heartbeat echoing around my head. We pulled into the drive and I took notice of Kevin and Braun watching us like hawks from the porch, the men clearly hiding their thoughts from their expressions. Part of me was desperate to find out what they were thinking but another part was begging me not to ask my closest friends how they felt.

We slid out of the truck from the driver’s side then Elias nudged me towards the house, encouraging, “You go ahead, I’ve got these. Go relax, you deserve it.” I dragged my feet as I walked to the house and my oldest friends came to a stand when I approached the porch. The two knew me so damn well, I didn’t even have to say anything about what happened at the store.

“AJ, wasn’t it?” I scratched at the back of my head and gave a timid nod, ducking my head. Braun gave a sigh and pulled me into a hug, muttering, “Bastard’s gonna catch you on the wrong day and we’re gonna be with you for it. You need a nap, kid?” I nodded and Kevin patted me on the back before he stated, “Go on in, we’ll wake you up for dinner.”

“Those sonsabitches didn’t wake me up for dinner.” I growled when I reached the kitchen. The light was now off and a note was attached to the fridge: ‘Dove, I know we said that we were gonna wake you up for dinner, but when dinner got done, we all just kinda agreed to let you sleep. You definitely needed it. Food is in the fridge for your three am meal. See you in the morning, don’t stay up too late.’ There was miscellaneous signatures at the bottom of the note and I could faintly made each name. All of my friends had orchestrated what was supposed to be a measly fifteen minutes into a nine hour nap, something that I both loved and resented them for. I did need the sleep but now my sleep schedule was going to be seven ways of fucked for the next week. Fantastic.

I shrugged and opened the fridge, ready to eat whatever the group had wrangled together for dinner. I scanned the labels of the containers and paused when I read, ‘Dove’s Dinner for After Her Nap’. Rolling my eyes, I pulled the dinner out and removed the lid before sliding it into the microwave to reheat the mashed potatoes, barbeque chicken, and carrots that was made. I stirred them a few times every minute then pulled the container out, glancing at the clock: 2:28 in the morning. October was the perfect time for stargazing and since I was the only one awake, I could take advantage and watch as the stars glisten above my head.

I grabbed a pop and walked out of the house, prepared to settle on the stairs of the porch, only to pause. Elias was sitting on the steps, head tilted up to the stairs as he hummed a tune that I didn’t recognize. The screen door swung shut behind me and he jerked to face me, surprise written across his face, then he smiled at my appearance.

“Hey, Sleeping Beauty, how you feelin’?” I narrowed my eyes him then replied, “I told you guys to wake me up for dinner and instead, you let me sleep for the rest of the day. I’m annoyed.” He slid over and patted the space beside him, saying, “Yeah, but now you look better, so you’ll be okay. Come on, sit, eat, watch the stars with me.”

I pursed my lips at him but sat down nonetheless. They did it for my own good and as annoying as my altered sleep schedule was, I couldn’t be mad at them. I settled on the step and began to eat my dinner as Elias returned to stargazing, that tune quickly returned but it wasn’t loud enough for me to try and figure out who the artist was.

“What’s that song?” I inquired, swallowing the last of my carrots. He glanced over me and smiled then answered, “Sweet as Sugar. It’s my song, why?” I paused at the song title then set my half eaten dinner on the floor of the porch before turning to face him all the way and asked, “Sweet as Sugar? Like sugar as me?” He leaned closer and raised an eyebrow at me, murmuring, “Maybe. And if it is?” I slid even closer then mumbled, “Maybe I like that you wrote a song about me. What’s the lyrics?”

“No lyrics yet. At least, not ones that I’m willing to give you. It’s still a work in progress but I dunno… you just make my heart sing.” he admitted, hazel eyes fluttering to meet my gaze. I smiled softly at his statement then cupped his face as I replied quietly, “Oh good, I was wondering if you felt the same. I kinda feel like our friends have been making bets on how long it would take for us to get together.”

“They definitely have been making bets. I caught Bayley and Kevin arguing the other day over how long it would be until we held hands with each other.” Elias informed me and I snickered, shaking my head, then paused as I whispered, “I wonder if they’ve made bets over when we would kiss.” He cupped my jaw and tilted my head up to him, answering, “Oh, for sure. The sons of bitches are shameless after all.”

“Who do you think is the closest?” Elias paused at my question then replied, “I don’t know. We won’t know until we kiss, ‘member?” I blinked up at him and tangled my hand in his shirt, pulling him closer until our noses brushed, then asked, “Are you going to kiss me then, young buck?”

“As soon as you tell me to, sugar. I’m not doing anything without your permission.” My chest ached at his statement and I murmured, “In that case, Elias, would you please kiss me?” He cupped the other side of my face and pulled me to him, kissing me softly. My lips parted and I sighed into his mouth, delighted in the tenderness that he offered, then he backed away.

“Wait, where are you going?” I asked as he stood up. Elias glanced over his shoulder and replied, “I’m going to bed. You’re going to finish eating your food then you’re going to bed. And in the morning, I’m taking you out for breakfast as our first date. Sound good?” I stared after him wordlessly, stunned that he could be so suave after kissing me, then began to finish eating my dinner, only to pause when I heard a quiet whoop. I squinted through the crack of the front door and snickered when I saw the man I just kissed doing a ridiculous dance, pumping his fist into the air. Ahh, so he wasn’t as unaffected as I thought he was.

Elias was someone who I wasn’t expecting to come along and simultaneously fix and shake up my world, but I couldn’t have been happier to find someone who fit the missing piece of my life puzzle so well. For years, I was unsure on whether I would ever find someone who could fix the damage that AJ Styles had caused me, but now that I had this young buck? I was more than certain that life was looking up.

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WWF In Your House V: Season’s Beatings

Date: December 17, 1995.

Location: Hersheypark Arena in Hershey, Pennsylvania.

Attendance: 7,289.

Commentary: Vince McMahon and Jerry Lawler.

Results:

1. Razor Ramon and Marty Jannetty defeated The 1-2-3 Kid and Sycho Sid (with Ted DiBiase).

2. Ahmed Johnson defeated Buddy Landel (with Dean Douglas).

3. Hog Pen Match: Hunter Hearst Helmsley defeated Henry O. Godwin. Hillbilly Jim was the special guest referee.

4. Owen Hart (with Jim Cornette) defeated Diesel via disqualification.

5. Casket Match: The Undertaker (with Paul Bearer) defeated King Mabel (with Sir Mo).

6. WWF World Heavyweight Championship Match: Bret Hart (champion) defeated The British Bulldog (with Jim Cornette and Diana Smith).

My Review

The fifth In Your House is a bizarrely entertaining show. At this point in time, the WWF knew they were in trouble. After all, 1995 was an incredibly rough year for the company from both a creative and financial perspective, and they were looking for anything that could catch fire. Thusly, we get this show, an odd mashup of caskets, hog pens, and evil Santas⏤and it somehow works. It’s a showcase for the WWF to throw stuff at a wall and see what sticks. Fortunately, with the exception of a messy Jeff Jarrett/Ahmed Johnson segment, most of it lands pretty well.

The In Your House concept was still a fairly new one at this time. Its early additions often focused on delivering a bunch of different things you couldn’t get from any other pay-per-view, all for a reasonably cheap price. This show is no exception, but its offerings feel a little more satisfying than usual. The WWF was still firmly ensconced in cartoon gimmickry by late ’95, and this show actually manages to bring the fun to match it. The Hog Pen match is obviously meant to be a bunch of tomfoolery, but the players involved revel in it. Hillbilly Jim as the special guest referee is a nice touch, though modern fans will definitely get more amusement from watching Triple H take part in something like this. The casket match between Mabel and The Undertaker is kept short and sweet. It’s a serviceable way to end the main event run of the former, whose ascent to the top proved to be one of 1995’s biggest missteps.

If those matches fit right in with the era, there’s also plenty of proof here of the WWF looking toward an edgier future. The homoeroticism of the Goldust character is really beginning to present itself and while there’s obviously a lot problematic with the storyline in a 2019 context, his lusting over Razor Ramon was new ground for the WWF, especially at a time when having gay characters on TV at all was a hot-button topic. The show’s most famous match is the main event between Bret Hart and The British Bulldog. You’d be remiss to expect something similar to their match at Summerslam ’92. It features one hell of a blade job by Bret, which may be the first instance of blood on WWF TV since WrestleMania VIII. Between this spot and him going through a table at the Survivor Series the month previously, Bret ultimately spearheaded quite a bit of the WWF’s edgier programming. It’s all the more ironic that he’d voice his displeasure at the raunchiness of the Attitude Era when he was one of the key figures in its creation.

The cherry on top is the debut of the WWF’s newest character, Xanta Klaus. Yes, that’s right: St. Nick turns heel on this show. Needless to say, the character didn’t last long, but it goes right along with a show that’s already so weird and off-kilter. And perhaps an even better thing is that this show’s runtime is just under two hours. It’s a fun, brisk watch and goes down like a smooth shot of peppermint Schnapps. It’s the right show for the holiday season, and everything a B-level pay-per-view should be.

My Random Notes

The In Your House theme is kind of a bop, no? I have a thing for pay-per-view themes that sound like the last thing you’d associate with wrestling and it really fits the bill. It’s got that blues sound you could only get in the ‘90s.

Triple H gets a gnarly cut on his back from the metal gate of the hog pen and once it gets mixed in with the mud, you have something that really makes my stomach turn.

Speaking of HHH, surely there’s gotta be more than one person out there who can say they chatted with him on the WWF Superstar hotline while he was covered in pig shit. If you’re out there, please report your experience here!

Given how old dark matches are popping up out of the WWE video archives all the time now, I hope one day we can see the absurdity of Barry Horowitz, Hakushi, and The Smoking Gunns defeating Yokozuna, Issac Yankem, and The Bodydonnas in eight-man tag action. The In Your House dark matches were pretty weird on paper, in general.

So, Double J’s return here: what was up with that? He walked out at the height of his push in the summer of ’95 and then showed back up because he felt like it, I guess? And then he left again a month later because he also felt like it? I don’t think I’ve ever gotten the full story there.

I mentioned the Jarrett/Ahmed segment being a huge mess, and I stand by that, but the transition into the Ahmed/Landell match is way worse. I actually had to Google the name of the ring announcer (it’s Manny Garcia). He completely ruins the surprise by announcing Landell before he’s even revealed as Dean Douglas’ surprise replacement. With that said, I do appreciate the effort WWF made in time traveling 10 years in the past to steal Buddy Landell from the NWA. The Monday Night Wars were crazy like that.

Ah, yes, an entire VHS dedicated to cheat codes for WrestleMania: The Arcade Game. I’ll be sure to pop that in the ole VCR after I watch Jennifer Anniston and Matthew Perry teach me how to use Windows ’95.

It’s practically public knowledge by now, but Diesel in the last six months of his WWF run is absolutely who he should’ve been for the entirety of his world title run. I really hate to throw the ole “shades of gray” line out there, but Diesel’s character here was ahead of the game in terms of being the type of tweener that would be in abundance on the roster during the Attitude Era.

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Tarmacadam Tennis Court in Gate Helmsley | Macadam Tarmacadam Surface #Macadam #Tennis #Courts #Gate #Helmsley https://t.co/br6dyWzAoX

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Synthetic Clay Tennis Surfacing in Gate Helmsley #Synthetic #Clay #Tennis #Courts #Gate #Helmsley https://t.co/p3SuDJacK0

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to-the-fishies · 6 years

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Advent music list!

@septembersung - Because I am lazy, I will first list Advent tunes. If I feel ambitious enough later on, I’ll add videos or music links <3 O Come, O Come, Emmanuel (or, of course, Veni, Veni, Emmanuel) O antiphons Comfort Ye, My People Every Valley Shall Be Exalted (or, you know, just leave Handel’s Messiah on. Or perform it twice, as I do every December. Whatevs) Lo, How a Rose E’er Blooming (arguably Christmas, not Advent - but given the prophecy and such involved, I’m counting it) Of the Father’s Love Begotten (similarly Christmassy, but in a Look At This In The Context of All History way) Angelus ad Virginem

Hymns, straight-up (best ones at the top): The King Shall Come When Morning Dawns (tune: Consolation) Savior of the Nations, Come (Nun Komm, Der Deiden Heiland) On Jordan’s Bank the Baptist’s Cry (Puer Nobis - don’t even think about any Winchester New bull****) Come, O Long-Expected Jesus (Jefferson) Hark the Glad Sound (Chesterfield) Lo, He Comes with Clouds Descending (Helmsley) Come, O Precious Ransom (Meinen Jesum Lass’ Ich Nicht) Conditor Alme Siderum. (Creator Alme Siderum? Well, one of them) Rorate Caeli Desuper Wachet Auf and similar Once He Came in Blessing (Gottes Sohn ist Kommen) The Advent of our God (St. Thomas) Prepare the Royal Highway (Bereden Vag For Herran) Comfort, Comfort These My People (Freu Dich Sehr) Lift Up Your Heads, You Mighty Gates (Macht Hoch Die Tur OR Milwaukee)

#advent #music

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Addagrip Surfacing | Addaset Resin Bound | Terrabound in Gate Helmsley #Addagrip #Resin #Bound #Surfacing #Gate #Helmsley https://t.co/ipwv92rPQu

— SUDS (@uksuds) April 2, 2020

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