I actually know this dude. His name is Bradley Cunningham. He lived a couple streets over and was my brother’s age when they were like 10 (I was 13). He was a whiny little bastard, but of course I went to hang out at his house because they had a pool and every NES game you could ever want to play. He was always 1st player and on the NES Max controller; everyone else had to take turns with each other, either on his janky classic controller or the NES Advantage (which, despite being great for arcade games, was obnoxious with most other games).
Bradley would always insist on getting his way. If he wasn’t winning or didn’t get to use the exact pool noodle he wanted to use like right when he wanted to use it, he’d cry out “DADD-EH!!!”, because he knew his dad would ask us kindly to go home because he was a shit parent who didn’t want to deal with the headache of putting out kid fires and oh wait that’s not Bradley Cunningham, sure looks like him though.