Since majority sided with OPTION 2, this is how we are going to do confessionals this time around. Please submit all confessionals to @tsrhq from now on, unless we call for an impromptu confessional after an event. Then you’d post them yourselves. Try to get them in no later than SATURDAY, at least by 11:59 PM EST. So they can be posted in a timely manner SUNDAY morning. Thanks. Today’s a free day, so feel free to interact and act out connections + plots on dash. All drama is welcomed.
MARIO wasted no time with speaking as soon as the camera crew instructed him to, wanting to get the confessional over with as soon as possible. “Waddup? Ain’t shit been goin’ on ‘round my parts, like that. Aside from that lu’l mixup that y’all probably call drama. People been wondering, and by people, I mean that irkin’ ass nigga, JAVIER. His ass been wondering why I haven’t spoken up ‘bout this shit. And that’s ‘cause I’on got shit to say. Female drama is just that. Female drama. But, to clear it up, MALIAH is not my side bitch. I’on know how that even popped up, but I guess I gotta’ set that record straight. Both ‘LIAH and MILAN know what it is, so I’on gotta’ say too much. Uh, it’s a lot of bitch ass niggas ‘round these parts, but that ain’t nothing new. SCOTT family on weirdo timing, half of them. I’ma call out a bitch nigga when I see one. Ain’t no cap in my rap. Y’all niggas needa toughen up, and stop with that cat shit. And I’ma just end it off by reminding y’all that it’s still a whole lot of WEIRD shit goin’ on, and me and all my niggas see right through y’all. Stay up.”
With her screen unlocked to her camera, KHALEESI held it up towards the lightening as she study her make-up for the last few minutes she had to herself. Without a greeting, she jumped right in. “I’m not even going to hold y’all, everything that happened this week was weird as hell. I’ll give y’all that. But I will take some of the blame for that.” KHALEESI tilted her head to the side and looked off as she reflected on the week. “Am I sorry for my actions? No. But I’m always going to stand behind my sister, ten toes always. Whether she’s right or wrong. I got her back through whatever. And that’s just it.” Her complete focus returned back to the camera as she used her pointer finger to point at the camera. “I will say though I am a work in progress. Come correct or don’t come at all, right?” Using her free hand, she readjusted the shades that were at the top of her head. “There wasn’t much of me this week and because of that, just expect the unexpected. Stay run and I’ll catch y’all next week. Peace.” With a smirk positioned on her face, KHALEESI blew the camera a kiss as it faded out.
REMI had been keeping to herself for the past few days. She was keeping her mind on her money and trying not have any run-ins with anyone who she knew from her past. Once sitting down in the confessional chair, she drank the last of her lemonade from Chick-Fil-A before discarding of it and then went over the basis info of what the producers were looking for in this week’s confessional.
“Uh, we starting? Okay… Man, what did happen this week? I don’t even remember doing aything much except for that house party/bash thing that we all was at. That was funnnnn. Oh yeah, I got arrested, but that was because a bitch tried to play me. Now, I’m not the fightin’ kind of person, but I’ll never let someone talk down to me, that’s some crazy ass shit.”
Reading over the next part, Remi laughed quietly. “Ahh, y'all love telling people to spill their tea. I currently don’t know what to make of any forming friendships/relationships that are forming in my life. Uh, I have my eye on someone, but I think they may go invisible. If it happens, it happens. If it don’t, it don’t. I don’t force shit.”
Next up, was the section about work. Her work was something she loved to discuss. “Half Baked is doing AMAZING right now. We’re, well I am in the midst of purchasing a new warehouse, I just have to make sure the realtor I have is legit. Y'all finna see me come out hard for real. The restaurant portion of everything is going to be fire as well. About to put all of your favorite businesses out of jail to be honest.”
The last section was her family. “I’d honestly rather just not have a discussion about my family bond and where it is. I haven’t seen nor talked to them, so it is what it is.” She then placed her left up and out as if she was the emoji before blowing a kiss to the camera and telling the producers that they could cut the cameras… deadass.
NAKAILA sat with one leg crossed over the other, her hands under her bottom as she prepared to speak yet again.
“To keep it as simple as possible, I don’t have shit to talk about. I started a couple of customs for cast members, hit a couple of parties, but nothing has been exciting for me as of late. Still feeling out the scene, seeing shit for what it is. I’m about to drop some music, but other than that I’ll be finding something to get into soon. I’m bored and that’s never good,” NAKAILA let the tip of her tongue drag across her pearly white top row as her thoughts drifted, cutting her eyes back to the camera with her lips stretched in a sly grin. “See what happens next. I’m out.”
Alexis walked into the room, tossing her long dark hair over her shoulder. Popping her gum, she sat in the chair that was positioned in front of the camera. She blinked as the lights focused on her. The woman smiled brightly at the camera and nodded along to their directions. “Hey, I’m Alexis."
"What brings you onto the show Alexis?”
“Well my family, obviously. My sister asked me to come join her so here I am.”
“Your ex is here, that had nothing to do with you joining the cast?”
Alexis blinked and stared blankly at the camera before scrunching her face up. “I don’t even like that man, why are we talking about him again? He had nothing to do with anything, I wouldn’t call him an ex either. It was an entanglement & that’s on Miss Pinkett-Smith pooh.”
“So we’re not going to see reconciliation at all?”
Alexis huffed getting irritated by the questions. “What the fuck is a reconciliation? I don’t ever go back to these niggas. NEXT CALLER!” Alexis leaned her head back cupping her hands around her mouth as if she had a megaphone. “I don’t want that man, I don’t even know why I let that thing go on for that long anyway. I went out sad behind him, but that’s life. You live and you learn. Now stop bringing his ass up thank you.” Alexis stood up, fixing her dress. “Okay, I’m done.”
Justise had arrived to the studio some time after his workout, with his gatorade and towel in hand he allowed the crew to prep him before the camera’s began to roll. “All these lights and shit, got the kid sweating bullets and shit,” he teased as he brought the towel to wipe over his forehead and brow. Once the producer had indicated that they were ready to roll, he took a brief sip of his bevergae before he took the tablet. “And I just look into which camera one more time?” he inquired as his gaze switched between the various lenses before settling on the one directly in front of him. “Alright, let’s get on with this.”
What is a workout like for you and the other falcons?
With the first clip depicting his workout with his new teamates, a smile rose upon his features. “This was my first time working out with the guys as a team, and it was different than how I’d usually go about my time in the gym. Usually my workouts are more strength oriented, focusing on being able to move other players and have my way out on the field. Coming into this new system in Atlanta I knew it would be different, I’ve worked with my cousin before as far as agility training and footwork so that was nothing new. Jrue though, man! I’m a naturally competitive person, I don’t like to lose at shit, we can curse right” he paused for moment before someone informed him it would be edited out. “It just a competitive atmosphere in there, don’t nobody wanna come in second, yeah but don’t let Jrue or Omari tell ya any different I whooped they ass when it came to that battle rope.” He concluded as the scene transitioned.
Describe Atlanta and being home?
Justise’s lips twisted as he watched the breif clips from the teams introduction, he was still at a loss for words when it articulating what it meant for him to be playing for his home team. “Like you said Atlanta is home, it’s where I became me. My family is here, a lot of my greatests triumphs and failures happened here. I think I spent my late teens and early twenties trying to escape here by going to LSU and trying to build in New York, but at the end of the day there is no place like Atlanta. First and foremost it’s the black mecca, any and everything has in someway been influenced by Atlanta. I can only hope to leave my mark during my time here and after.”
During your press conference you mentioned revealing what happened with you and your previous team, where should fans be on the lookout for that or any of your other stories?
Reaching into his pocket Justise retrieved his phone and opened it up to the YouTube app, holding the device up to the camera he pulled it away after it had focused and revealed his information. “Any stories will be uploaded to my YouTube channel, Justise Campbell, straight like that so it’s not hard to find. I think we’re at like a hundred thousand subscribers or something like that. Not even mad at that ‘cause I need to be way more consistent on that end. So expect that to be up sometime this week, no more ghosting the camp.”
Any comments on being called the diva of the team?
“That’s all jokes between us so I don’t take it to heart but I can understand why that might’ve been said. It’s like Deion said ‘you look good, you feel good, you feel good, you play good…’ I’m sure y’all know the rest so I’ll spare you there, but I take that same mindset and apply it to all aspects of my life. It may come off as arrogance but hey! That’s just me and I can only be me.”
And finally any updates on the love life of Justise Campbell?
“Still single, still focusing on this season and all my other ventures. If a woman fits into that somehow then she just does but I’m not actively looking or settling for anyone at the moment. Alright we done here?” Justise asked handing over the tablet. He took a quick swig of his beverage before he clasped his hands together. “Alright so I’m out! Ya check out Elites of Atlanta on Zeus on Sundays to see what I’ll have going on next week.”
“Let’s make this quick. A lot of these cast mates are fraud as fuck. Ion do much talking ‘bout shit but it’s been a lot of weird shit going on. I’ll say the first week was aight, I met a couple of people you know. My baby momma showed up, aight. Ion know who gave her the information bout the show. Shit, been aight. She just been having her days. I’m ready to do something crazy cause I get mad quick but I’ve been trying to control it. Shoutout to Navy and Mel for holding me down with advice. Kin not that bad but she got some flaw shit bout her. I’m chilling overall, niggas begging for me to smack them. I’m tryna stay calm. I’m feeling out someone but she acting like a nigga a hoe, saying I’m in bitches faces, aight though. We gon’ see for right now? I’m chilling and just trying to feel out the rest of the cast. Some of my family weird as shit and ghost. Niggas pop up when you not speaking to ‘em. Mario? That nigga cuffed and in some type of shit. Ion know he don’t speak much bout it. But look, all the hating tweets y’all can suck my dick. Ian on here to impress nobody. I’m out.”
After being seated in the confessional chair, the curvaceous female took several sips of the Henny that halfway filled her red solo cup. She knew the cameras were rolling, but she knew she’d need a drink in her system if she was to speak on the current stance on the show. “Mm,” Angelique chuckled as she pulled the cup down from her mouth. “Everything been pretty laid back and chill since I’ve stepped on the scene, honestly.” She said with her right leg over her left. “I stepped into the studio for the first time this past week and the feeling was indescribable, to be honest wit’ you. Javier had my back, we have big things coming,” Taking another sip mid-statement, her sip turned into one gulp that emptied her cup. “Do we have anymor-,” The brunette started asking before the cameraman cut her off with the shake of his head. “Okay... Anyway, aside from my music, which will definitely shake up the streets of ATL; bitch, tell me why my lil’ fling from the past come waltzing his ass up into my restaurant!” She uncrossed her legs, sitting up straight. “Girl, UNPROVOKED! A one night stand in Miami and we both ended up at the same place, sumn’ ain’t sitting right wimme’. Forreal.” The producers asked for more details, a name at least. “His name? It’s like.. Nick? Noah, Nasir? Honestly, it doesn’t matter, ‘cause it’s fuck him and the next time he’s in arms reach? He will be touch, i’on play that shit.” After a couple more minutes of filming, she tilted her head with her polished pointer finger and thumb embracing her forehead. “Are we done? Okay, thank you.” She stood up before anyone could answer her question, grabbing her cup and exiting the confessional room.
BISA was eating a bag of cheetos puffs while slumped a little in the seat she was sitting in as she waited for the upcoming directions on her to speak. noticing the producer giving her a thumbs up, she let out a deep breath and crumbled up the bag of chips. “um, hey ya’ll?” she greeted with slight confusion since she didn’t know where or how to begin this confessional and was still getting used to certain things. “wait.. that was a ugly greeting. hey, america! the world, from your grandma’s basement, ya’ sidepiece’s trap crib, wherever you are tuning in at. now it ain’t nun’ goin’ on but the rent. things been pretty chill and no type of drama nonsense on my part just yet, hallelujah? haaaallujah.” she placed her hand up dramatically in the air and waved it around as if she were in a church session. “besides attending all events possible while being busy as fuck- can we curse?” her arched eyebrow raised up as she glanced in the direction of the team, but didn’t even give them time for her to answer her question. “they just as confused as i was, so i'mma assume we can curse all the hell we want on here. mama, pops, whenever you see this? sorry, not sorry. ya’ll mouths just as filthy.” around the same time she shrugged her shoulders, a smirk was now present across her face. “um, there ain’t much to say in this lil’ thing. gotta kinda get back to this studio session. so, keep a lookout for my new song and video ‘ass like that’. if you like ass and soft porn? you’d definitely enjoy what i got coming up. see ya’ll soon, don’t get pregnant, stay protected, mwuah!”
Jatoi’nae stood in front of the green screen that was set up for the casts confessionals for the week, awaiting direction from the staff. As she continued to wait, JT began humming a beat she had stuck in here head until she started to dance to it like no one was watching. Someone calling her name on the set, brought JT back to reality. “Oop! My bad, ya’ll. My attention span a lil’ iffy, ya’ll knew.”
“Hey, there… I’m not even sure my memory is good enough for this but here we go.” Jatoi’nae stated as she thought back on her week. “I did a lil confessional a few nights ago and I’d like to say I’ve kept my promise of turning over a new leaf. Anuli has been helping me look for a new venue for an upcoming Hookah Bar I plan on opening here in Atlanta. It’s been going well, I’ve narrowed it down and I’m pretty proud of it. I promise I been strictly business, ya’‘ll.”
PRODUCER: What about your fight with Izriah?
“What about it?” Jatoi’nae question with a blank expression on her face. “We fight, we fuck and he spends money. That’s that.”
PRODUCER: Seems like there are some feelings involved. I mean you did mention that you were unhappy with him for not making time for you.
“Ooo, baby you givin’ me PTSD with all this questioning.” A boisterous laugh followed Jatoi’nae’s sentiments. “Man, what can I say? Izriah has been in my life so long, that’s like family at this point. We done seen a lot of ups and down, how could I not care about not hearing from him? I care a lot about him and I shouldn’t. We couldn’t commit to each other if we tried, but that’s my dawg for sure. Next question.”
PRODUCER: So you don’t have any feelings for him?
“I thought I said next question?” Jatoi’nae reiterated as she shot the producer a stern look.
ANULI sat ahead of the various cameras in the room, typing away at her phone to shoot out a couple text messages as she waited for her cue to speak. Once they signaled for her, she dropped her phone into her lap as she looked at the camera with a wide smile while they started rolling. “Back at it again with another confessional. What y’all hoes said ‘bout me?” She joked, giggling as she sat back in her seat.
“To start off, I’ve really just been focused on business lately and running up a bag. I hosted a 90’S PARTY at my nightclub SEASONS, and it went the fuck up period! Which club owner you know has that MANY ballers under one roof for a party? And that’s how you clear a bitch!” She joked with loud laughter, sliding her hair behind her ear before continuing, “But I’m humble. Thank you to everyone that came out just to be there and also a special shout-out to NAVY, she held it down in her performance and I loved every second of it. Yes ma’am!”
ANULI paused to take a sip from her opened water bottle, sitting it down as she began to speak again after thinking of what to say, “All in all, shit been chill. I know y’all saw me on the pilot episode showing my ass but since then I’ve decided to just put my focus on my funds. Plus, I ain’t move all the way to Atlanta to be fighting and arguing with bitches. I could’ve stayed in Florida for that shit right there. I’m nice as fuck anyway, so anybody that doesn’t like me is a what? Hater! Next.”
ANULI prepared to leave, stopping once another thought came to mind, “Hol’ on, we still rolling? One last thing, since I’ve heard a little chatter through the fan tweets, ANULI YOUNG AIN’T SLEPT WITH NOBODY. That’s it. That’s the line. Byeeeee!”
“It’s been a wild week to say the least. With me working hard with my company and getting ready for the grand opening of the store. I have made the time to at least get out and have some sort of fun. Although, I am NEVER chugging a whole mimosa pitcher ever in life again. Y’all can thank Nia for anything I probably did or said during that time. I won’t be listening to her no more.”
“I’ve also gotten to spend some time with a few of my family members, mainly Alexis. We hadn’t spent much time with her but we had the chance to catch up and even do a little spa day. It is always good to spend time with my sister because it’s always an adventure.”
“As far as what’s upcoming for me, I am gonna be finishing up preparations for the store opening as well as do some other fun projects. All jewelry based so definitely be looking out for that. I want to plan something big for my birthday this year but that’s a few months away so I will get it once the store is open. We will see. Anyway, that’s it for me this week. I am gonna be updating soon. Peace.”
MILAN patiently sat on the stool, her legs anxiously swinging as she waited for the producer to give her the go to begin. Receiving a thumbs up, a smile appeared on her face as the camera started recording. “Hey Y’all !” Do I say hey y’all? Anyway, this is going to be short and sweet because I’ve been trying to stay out of the way. Post my cute pics and go, but that ain’t working.” Laughter escaped from the female’s gloss duo as she settled into the stool. “This week was…” She paused for a moment, reflecting on the pass week. “It was just bullshit. Y’all ain’t even see and if you did, you barely did and it was just for bullshit.” She rolled her eyes at the her thoughts before continuing on. “Ion’ have too much to speak on for this week. It’s like I’ve been saying not enough but then too much. So fuck it.” The female shrugged her shoulders. “From now on I’m going to just let my actions do the talking. It is what it is.” Preparing to walk off, MILAN used her hands to push herself up before sitting back down. “I will say one thing though.” She began. “People don’t get respectful until you get disrespectful. Remember that.”
NIA stood in front of the camera, twisting her lips to the side as she waited for the producer as well as camera man to signal when she should start speaking. This was her first official confessional for the show and she was a bit anxious on the scenes that they would make her talk about, being that her first week here was a bit rocky. Nevertheless, she moved one of the stray locs out her face, and waited for the signal before she started speaking.
“W’sup, wasssspoppin’? It’s your favorite, NIA. And if I’m not your favorite shorty by now? You wasn’t valid anyways, but let’s get into it.” She introduced herself, her natural chuckle following suit and looked off to the side of the camera, where they displayed the first fight scene between her and the YOUNG sisters.
“Naaaah, I was mad lit that night. Like cross faded typa’ timing. But, I was having fun, just came in or whateva’. And then I was talking to this girl, and accidentally spilled something on her laptop?” She raised her brow, glancing at the screen briefly as she recalled the memory. “Yeah. I’m ready to apologize, help her clean it, all that. Next thing I know? She start talkin’ to me like I’m some dog. All like “shoo’, go away.” NIA’s brows furrowed as she processed the moment in her head. “I’m from the towns, like we don’t play that disrespect shit. I was in the wrong for being a clumsy drunk, like that’s not cute. But, I’m ready to apologize and you being rude? Nah, I had to let her know somethin’. But, I didn’t think she’d go get her sister to fight me.” A few chuckles emitted from her pair as she thought back on what had happened.
“I keep saying I’m not a fighter, which is crazy, ‘cause I’m not. But, I don’t give people the chance to even THINK they could disrespect me. I guess, that’s where people think I “instigate” shit. I’m just not dayroom. But, this fight happened like a week ago, and it was over the pettiest shit ever so I don’t got ill feelings towards anybody. Bitches fight everyday where I’m from, literally. It is what it is.” After maintaining a straight face for a long moment, NIA flashed a sarcastic grin towards the camera. She turned her head at the TV screen, watching the next scene she was in play, which referred to what had just happened with her and ISAIAH.
Her hands rushed to cover her cheeks, with an anxious smile across her features as she waited for the scene to play out before she started speaking. “I’m about to start getting angry all over again.” She let out a deep sigh. “That nigga just put me through too much, mentally. And then for him to come to my face and try to even tell me somethin’? Dub. I was not hearing it. He wanna talk so crazy, he could get a champagne shower. Simple as that.” She shrugged her shoulders, locking her fingers together as she stood in front of the camera. “He never put his hands on me before, so it was shocking coming from him. A lot of people think I ‘deserved’ it.” She made sure to put air quotes around the emphasized word. “Which is weird, ‘cause when you see a nigga put his hands on a female, the first thing you think of is she deserved it or not? ...Mmkayyy!”
Ezra was once again, high out of his mind just in time for his confessional. Smoking helped mellow him out and not be the somewhat socially awkward person that he normally was. He sat down in the confessional chair after he got mic’d up and nodded his head when he was ready to start.
Producer: “Anything new this week, Ez?”
EZRA: Scratching his beard softly, Ezra began to go over the week’s events in his head. Between almost getting caught up and losing his fortune to thinking about coming out of retirement from the entertainment industry, he had a long week and wasn’t sure how to explain any of it. “Man, honestly. Life kinda kicked my ass this week. I kinda mishandled some shit, but I’m back on my bullshit and that’ll never happen again.”
Producer: “Well, the world knows you’ve been retired for about a year now. Of course we miss those hits you used to put out. Any chance you’re gonna pull a Jay-Z and end your retirement early?”
Ezra: “Who knows man? I retired because I wanted to be closer to my OG. She felt like her oldest wasn’t showing her enough love. Now, i’m at her house three times a week. It’s been a back and forth decision and honestly, I don’t know which way to go. Let’s see how this week pans out.”
Producer: "How’s your love life going?”
Ezra: “Love life. Mine don’t exist right now. I honestly just be chillin’. I ain’t got shit but friends. That’s probably the problem, but I’m just focused on this bread right now. Anything else that comes behind it will just a added bonus.
Producer: "One last thing, we heard about a feud between your family and another EA family. Care to comment?”
Ezra: “Honestly, I don’t. Ask my sisters on that shit. Or whoever was involved.” Ezra then stood up, removing his mic pack and leaving out of the studio.
“Get that bread, get that head, then leave. Peace out!” The woman chanted to herself while her petite frame lightly bopped to the viral Tik Tok’s beat that lingered in her head. With the app being one of her new favorite pastimes, it was no surprise that 𝐍𝐔𝐑𝐈’ 𝐒 freshly manicured digit tapped the app and allowed her access to a few laughs while waiting for her cue to start. Upon hearing her name, her orbs shifted upward towards the crew and gave them a miniature grin, “Ready? Alright, let’s get into it.” After primping her tresses, she proceeded to drape one of her long legs over the other while wedging her sleek device between the connection for the time being.
𝐍𝐔𝐑𝐈 pondered where she should start first, as she was informed ahead of time that this wasn’t a guided confessional like the one she did previously. “I probably should backtrack a little and talk about that little shootout that happened, but do y'all really want to go back down that road? I’ll just say that there’s real power in the tongue because Honey and I were both curious about where the hood niggas were hiding at, but we weren’t expecting them to pop out like blazing like that. I’m just glad things didn’t get too out of hand more than what happened. On a lighter note, y'all got a double dose of The Campbell foolery when we all decided to get tattoos. We still need work when it comes to time management, I know Yomi’s plug was sick of seeing us within those two days.” 𝐍𝐔𝐑𝐈 chuckled a bit as she thought back on her family members’ antics, which brought a genuine smile to her features. “The Foruth of July was decent, nothing too special about that. Ruth Chris was a vibe though. If it’s one thing this cast can do, it’s clean up nice. Everyone looked like they deserved a spot in VOUGE or something.
For the most part, this week was pretty mild tempered for me. Can’t speak on everyone, but from the looks of things, people were getting Aktivated on Twitter, word to Sada. That was pretty intresting to read.” She continued with a nonchalant shrug of her shoulders and shifted into a more comfortable position. “I’d say the highlights of the week revolves around me taking that L during game night. Whew, I should’ve had y'all cut that clip, but now it’s funny as hell to me. A lesson to be learned kids: Don’t play drinking games when you’re sleepy and reading truly is fundamental, half-ass reading not gone cut it.” 𝐍𝐔𝐑𝐈 tried her best to hold back her laughter, as the moment was pretty embarrassing for her. "Also, Omari and Justise’s diligence finally paying off. I’m extremely proud of my guys, so shout out to them for doing the damn thing on that field. Like I said in my tweet the other day, I’m ready to cut up over them.” Clasping her hands together, 𝐍𝐔𝐑𝐈 poked her lips out into slight pout as she tried to decide on if there was anything else worth sharing. “That pretty much sums shit up for this week, honestly. Hopfeully, the upcoming ones are little more interesting, but until then, keep up with me and Jus on our Tik Tok. We about to have it boomin’, with a little more practice and coordinaiotn on his end.” She laughed and and therw up a peace sign gesture towards the camera’s lense that recorded her statements. Once she was given the cue to stop, 𝐍𝐔𝐑𝐈 did just that and began gathering her things resting by her feet and departed.
