Wilbur had gotten himself into a deep hole.

He started gambling, boxing while still being in his Lovejoy band. But you knew him. He was just struggling and refused to get help.

He was currently in the basement of an apartment building. Resident Only Building, but building was crossed out and replaced with boxing.

Wilbur was gambling and he was currently fucked. He went all in, but he had a 2 and a 7. While the guy infront of him had double aces. Soon this turned into a boxing match, the one boss was angry as people around him shouted and cheered.

Wilbur knew this was an unfair match. He was a lean, younger man with no boxing experience. And his opponent was twice his size and fighting fueled by anger and pride.

Wilbur tried to escape, crawling under people’s legs. But he was just met with people shoving money in his face while he looked like a lost little boy.

As you ran down the stairs, finding his location via phone. You walked in to see him bleeding from the lip as he just got punched.

Oh lord. You had to do something.

(Based off of “With Rob as My Witness” music video)