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>My first AEW show (Chicago). I sat behind this soccer mom and these 3 kids, seemingly related, but they were so fucking obnoxious. They cheered on Nyla and the Young Bucks and I just couldn't take it anymore so I left.
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>Of course there was already a line of cars leaving before the main event (it was Mox vs some indyfag). So I waited and sure as shit, I saw that bitch with her 3 kids hoping in a SUV.
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>Long story short, I followed them home, waited a couple hours till I knew they'd be asleep and I broke into their house. After finding sports equipment in their garage, I crept thru the house, the mother, alone in her bed was sound asleep until I whispered into her ear,
>>"No million?"
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>Before she could scream, I bashed her head in with "home run hits". Seriously, if her skull was a baseball, I sent it out to the parking lot. As I went to leave, I worried that those 3 boys would grow up to use /pw/ and act like trannies.
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>So I snuck downstairs and abruptly woke them up by screaming:
>>"NO MILLION!"
>There was nowhere for them to run. My hands went numb from swinging the bat so much. Blood everywhere. Dead AEW kids at me feet. I never felt more content in my life.
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>See you at the next show...
