Post by Mike Laszlo on Nov 3, 2012 8:52:44 GMT -6
So now that the Road to the Gold is in our rear view mirror, what’s next? How do I start my path to Breaking Away? What do I want to do at Breaking Away is probably the better question. Let’s see…
I could find a Tag Team Partner and go for the Tag Team Titles.
Nah, I don’t feel like carrying dead weight.
I could call out a legend and beat the hell out of him to earn respect.
Nah, it’s been overdone, and to be honest, I don’t have to call them out, they just happen to be put in front of me and whatever happens, happens.
How about going for one of the two singles titles that I have yet to hold in this company?
Hmmm…now that’s an idea. Which one though?
I could go out and talk about how I’ve beaten our World Champion twice to his beating me once, even though his once was at a more important time. Then again, on the other hand. I could talk about Xavier Cross and how I have yet to face him and would love an opportunity to simply be in the ring with him. That however, would be kissing ass, and that ladies and gentlemen is something that yours truly doesn’t do.
So after this week, I’ll simply say this. I CHALLENGE YOU BOTH! Either one of you, both of you, it really doesn’t matter. Whichever one of you has the testicular fortitude to accept my challenge for a match at a sooner rather than later, to be determined time, I will take you one and I will take your title, and then I will go on to do what I have done with every other title that I have held here in NCW, hold it longer than anybody else. I’m not calling either one of you paper champions, and I’m not demeaning anything that you did at Road to the Gold, or beforehand. All that I’m saying is I want my shot at what you got over your shoulder. I want the lights to be on bright because that’s where I do what I do best. So the two of you can think about it this week while I take care of business on Trauma.
Speaking of said business, this week I go one-on-one with Davey Ortega. Me and Davey got some not so distant history together. A few weeks ago, we were both eliminated from the Road to the Gold tournament. The next week, we’re lumped into a tag team match of which he lost for us, costing me a shot at the Tag Team Titles. Then he tries to put the blame on me on his crappy low-rated talk show, only to be corrected by me. Then there was this past week.
Road to the Gold pre-show.
He took the easy way out and beat Joe Everyman. He didn’t even attempt to defeat me because deep down inside, in a bodily cavity unknown to modern man, he knows that he can’t defeat me. He doesn’t have the ability, or the will do defeat me, and I don’t have the generosity to let him defeat me.
Now he can say that the opportunity to win the match was right there and he’d be crazy to pass it up, and that’s all well and good. This week however, that same opportunity will cease to present itself. It will be nowhere in sight as far as you’re concerned Davey because again, I’m just not the generous type. This week, the entire world sees firsthand what I’ve known all along.
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Title: Trick or Treat? (Postponed?)
Location: Cleveland, Ohio
Date: October 30th, 2012
Time: 10:39 PM Eastern Standard Time
We were all set. We had the costume, the trick-or-treat bag, the cute little girl. Halloween was on, and my little girl was about to get all the candy she could ever dream of the next night…ALL HALLOWS EVE! So with her little Cinderella costume hanging from the hook on the back of her door, she was all excited and even went to bed early to allow the next day to come that much faster for her. So as she slept and my sister-in-law did her homework at the table, I reclined back on my couch and turned on the television.
Mike Laszlo:: Let’s see what’s going on in Cleveland.
As I flipped through the channels, one of the news shows was going to break and as a teaser at the bottom I saw “Halloween Trick-or-Treat to be Postponed?” I got to admit that the devastation in our area, though nowhere near as bad as of that on the East Coast, was still pretty bad for an area not use to being hit by hurricanes. Super-storm Sandy as the world has come to know it by, ravaged the East Coast of the United States and continued inland, and although it wasn’t a hurricane by the time it had reached Ohio, it was still a pretty bad storm for the area. Driving down the street earlier in the day I saw a bunch of downed trees and fallen tree debris all around. There were even a few telephone poles down, the wires now cut from them to avoid the risk of somebody getting hurt. Though some cities were only brushed by the storm and only had a few brisk power outages, there were other cities still without power a week later. So I waited to see what they meant by the story headline as it could have an effect on my plans for tomorrow night.
The mindless idiotic commercials that nobody wants to look at go by in their little four minute span before we cut back to the news.
News Anchor: Trick-or-Treating cancelled? Well that’s the case for many local cities as the rain and cold temperatures, not to mention the debris from Super-storm Sandy have caused some cities to cancel Trick-or-Treating, and others to postpone festivities until the weekend. Here is a list of cities affected by the situation on your screen.
Using my DVR remote, I paused the live TV and looked at the massive list of cities affected. There, in order were the three cities around me on the postponement list. I knew Britney would be really sad, but there was a glimmer of hope as I looked at the dates of each city…they were all on different days. One was Friday, another Saturday, and yet a third on Sunday. THAT’S EVERY KIDS DREAM! THREE DAYS OF GETTING CANDY! HELL YEAH!
News Anchor: So just remember to be safe and have a good time.
Oh we will have a good time.
Title: Trick or Treat? (Good News and Bad)
Location: Cleveland, Ohio
Date: All Hallows Eve (October 31st, 2012)
Time: 6:56 AM Eastern Standard Time
It was the next morning now and Britney was getting ready for school. Kids were wearing their costumes to school for the class Halloween Party, and she looked adorable. Lindsay had first period off so she was able to stay home and help with a little makeup and a hairdo for Britney to fit her costume. She came running out of her room to show me her costume as I was making her a lunch.
Britney Laszlo: Look at me!
I pulled my head out from the fridge and turned in her direction only to have a huge smile come across my face.
Mike Laszlo:: You look gorgeous.
Britney Laszlo: YAY! I CAN’T WAIT TO GO TRICK-OR-TREATING!
Then it dawned on me. I had almost forgotten about the news story the night before. It was time to break the news, but end it happily.
Mike Laszlo:: Sweetheart, I got something to tell you, but you’re not allowed to get upset.
The smile on her face quickly dissipated as she looked on in confusion.
Britney Laszlo: What is it Daddy?
I kneel down in front of her and brush some of the hair from her eyes.
Mike Laszlo:: Because of the storm, they’re moving Trick-or-Treating.
Britney Laszlo: What!? No candy?
Mike Laszlo:: Not tonight.
I could see from her reaction that she was none too pleased, and on the verge of tears.
Mike Laszlo:: Don’t be mad though, there’s good news.
Britney Laszlo: (Near tears, in a pouty voice.) What?
Mike Laszlo:: Instead of just one night of Trick-or-Treating, you get three.
The tears were quick to recede though a couple dripped down her face. With my thumb I wiped them away.
Britney Laszlo: Three?
Mike Laszlo:: You see, the cities around here are having them on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. I can go with you Friday, Lindsay will take you on Saturday, and I’ll be back to take you on Sunday if you still want to go.
That pretty smile I’ve come to know and love graced her face again and made me feel a whole lot better.
Britney Laszlo: Silly Daddy, of course I want to go get all the candy.
Standing from my position I lightly smack myself in the forehead.
Mike Laszlo:: Of course, what was I thinking? Go along and finish getting ready for school.
Britney Laszlo: Okay.
She scampers off back to her room, her dress flailing from side to side with each step. Lindsay emerges from the hall as if on cue.
Mike Laszlo:: Hey, I got a favor.
Lindsay Laszlo: What?
Mike Laszlo:: Tell me you’re not doing anything Saturday?
Lindsay Laszlo: There’s a postponed Halloween party but it doesn’t start until nine, why?
Mike Laszlo:: I told Britney you would take her out in Mayfield for their Trick-or-Treating. I’ll take her Friday and Sunday, but I need you to take her while I go wrestle on Saturday.
Lindsay Laszlo: Yeah, that’s fine.
Mike Laszlo:: Thank you so much. Here…
I pull my wallet from my pocket and hand her a fifty dollar bill.
Lindsay Laszlo: What’s this?
Mike Laszlo:: Consider it the price of awesomeness.
She nods in agreement at her greatness and accepts the money before continuing on making herself a bowl of cereal. Great start…let’s see how Friday goes shall we?
Title: Trick or Treat? (It's Time)
Location: Cleveland, Ohio
Date: November 2nd, 2012
Time: 5:45 PM Eastern Standard Time
Mike Laszlo:: Everybody ready!?
I wasn’t dressing up, there was really no need. I was the protective fatherly figure who takes his daughter out for candy. I was however dressed in a black sweatshirt, and some cargo pants. I had a leather jacket on and an umbrella in my hand. I could hear the footsteps of my little Cinderella coming down the hall. She looked gorgeous in her blue gown and her hair all did up. perfect costume. I had her jacket draped over my arm as she refused to put it on at the moment because it would block her costume, but I knew she’d get cold so I’m bringing it anyway. Then behind her came Lindsay in her furry looking, short, gray dress with a hood that had ears on it paired with some leggings.
Mike Laszlo:: And you are?
Lindsay Laszlo: The big bad she-wolf.
Mike Laszlo:: Nice. Are you getting candy too?
Lindsay Laszlo: Heck yeah. Perks of being an escort.
Mike Laszlo:: Sounds like a plan. Let’s go.
We headed out the door and went over to the next city where my grandparent live, and parked the car in the driveway. They saw the girls in costume and took some pictures before we headed out for some candy.
Two hours later, we returned to the house. The girls were freezing as the temperature dipped into the mid 30’s and both their bags were full, and they were some pretty deep bags. Britney’s got so heavy that she had me carry it and just ran up to doors holding out her hands allowing the gracious people to give her the candy. There were some older people who handed out healthy food that although was appreciated being a parent, kinda made me mad as it did when I use to get it myself. I mean come on, who the hell hands out pretzels and apples for Halloween? Then there were others who gave money, they knew what was up.
Britney ran into her room at grandma and grandpa’s and changed into her pajamas as the wolf faced Lindsay and myself unloaded all the candy onto the dining room table. Going through, we separated out the bad candy that nobody likes, the opened candy, and the just plain weird stuff. After separation, there was a pile of good candy which went into a big dish, and a pile of bad candy that went into the trash. Then on the side I counted the change that Britney had given me in my pocket and for Halloween, three dollars in change isn’t that bad. It would go into her piggy bank at home. As we brushed the candy into the dish, she came running out in her pink pajamas.
Britney Laszlo: Can I have a piece of candy dad?
Mike Laszlo:: Two. Go ahead and pick.
Unlike some other little girls, she was extremely well behaved and only grabbed two pieces of candy as instructed and didn’t even try to take another. She ran over and sat on the chair with Grandma.
Mike Laszlo:: Alright, so here’s the plan. I have a flight to catch. I will see you on Sunday, where we go get more candy.
Britney Laszlo: YAY!
Lindsay Laszlo: and you and me are going tomorrow night, right princess?
Britney Laszlo: YES!
Grandma: Oi, she’s going to have so much candy.
Mike Laszlo:: That’s what I promised. You guys be good for grandma and grandpa. If there’s any issues, call me.
Britney runs over and gives me a hug.
Britney Laszlo: Love you Daddy.
Mike Laszlo:: I love you too munchkin. I’ll see you Sunday and we’ll get lots more candy.
She plants a big kiss on my cheek before running back to the couch and watching TV. I say my goodbyes and head out the door.
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This is my favorite time of year. It’s a time of year where the temperatures get cold and the leaves change colors, but that’s not entirely what I meant.
More specifically, I mean Halloween. People go around and pretend to be things that they’re not, and you Davey Ortega, are a prime example.
Better than me? You? Please, stop the “trick” now.
You’re not fooling anybody. You can dress up as someone who is better than me, but then again, no man exists.
You can talk down the fact that I’m the longest reigning Honor and X Champion in history and tell me that the X-Division is nothing but a rip off of the Xtreme Division, but all that talk means nothing. If you want to be technical however, the X Division is an evolution of the Xtreme Division because like everything else in life, the Xtreme Division needed to evolve. It needed to take that next step to truly become a legitimate division rather than a bunch of guys beating the hell out of each other for no reason. Then I became it’s champion for one hundred and five days and gave that belt and that division purpose again. I and I alone made that division RELEVANT AGAIN!
Now the likes of Ken Davison and Curtis Kanyon, and our current champion Dexter Davis, they all wanted a crack at it. Me bringing relevance back to a division long forgotten as the title was held by the likes of Jackhammer, is just the beginning of what I have started here in NCW…TRUE CHANGE!
Others have preached it and have failed. Roberto Verona preached change, and although he is now the World Champion, nothing has truly changed. This week I take on a man who cost me a match and wasn’t man enough to admit it until after I told him why. Is it my fault that he wasn’t good enough to kick out of Davison’s move? No. It’s his fault for being the weak link in the team. This Saturday on Trauma, I sever that link once and for all.
Hey Davey…trick or treat?
I could find a Tag Team Partner and go for the Tag Team Titles.
Nah, I don’t feel like carrying dead weight.
I could call out a legend and beat the hell out of him to earn respect.
Nah, it’s been overdone, and to be honest, I don’t have to call them out, they just happen to be put in front of me and whatever happens, happens.
How about going for one of the two singles titles that I have yet to hold in this company?
Hmmm…now that’s an idea. Which one though?
I could go out and talk about how I’ve beaten our World Champion twice to his beating me once, even though his once was at a more important time. Then again, on the other hand. I could talk about Xavier Cross and how I have yet to face him and would love an opportunity to simply be in the ring with him. That however, would be kissing ass, and that ladies and gentlemen is something that yours truly doesn’t do.
So after this week, I’ll simply say this. I CHALLENGE YOU BOTH! Either one of you, both of you, it really doesn’t matter. Whichever one of you has the testicular fortitude to accept my challenge for a match at a sooner rather than later, to be determined time, I will take you one and I will take your title, and then I will go on to do what I have done with every other title that I have held here in NCW, hold it longer than anybody else. I’m not calling either one of you paper champions, and I’m not demeaning anything that you did at Road to the Gold, or beforehand. All that I’m saying is I want my shot at what you got over your shoulder. I want the lights to be on bright because that’s where I do what I do best. So the two of you can think about it this week while I take care of business on Trauma.
Speaking of said business, this week I go one-on-one with Davey Ortega. Me and Davey got some not so distant history together. A few weeks ago, we were both eliminated from the Road to the Gold tournament. The next week, we’re lumped into a tag team match of which he lost for us, costing me a shot at the Tag Team Titles. Then he tries to put the blame on me on his crappy low-rated talk show, only to be corrected by me. Then there was this past week.
Road to the Gold pre-show.
He took the easy way out and beat Joe Everyman. He didn’t even attempt to defeat me because deep down inside, in a bodily cavity unknown to modern man, he knows that he can’t defeat me. He doesn’t have the ability, or the will do defeat me, and I don’t have the generosity to let him defeat me.
Now he can say that the opportunity to win the match was right there and he’d be crazy to pass it up, and that’s all well and good. This week however, that same opportunity will cease to present itself. It will be nowhere in sight as far as you’re concerned Davey because again, I’m just not the generous type. This week, the entire world sees firsthand what I’ve known all along.
====================
Title: Trick or Treat? (Postponed?)
Location: Cleveland, Ohio
Date: October 30th, 2012
Time: 10:39 PM Eastern Standard Time
We were all set. We had the costume, the trick-or-treat bag, the cute little girl. Halloween was on, and my little girl was about to get all the candy she could ever dream of the next night…ALL HALLOWS EVE! So with her little Cinderella costume hanging from the hook on the back of her door, she was all excited and even went to bed early to allow the next day to come that much faster for her. So as she slept and my sister-in-law did her homework at the table, I reclined back on my couch and turned on the television.
Mike Laszlo:: Let’s see what’s going on in Cleveland.
As I flipped through the channels, one of the news shows was going to break and as a teaser at the bottom I saw “Halloween Trick-or-Treat to be Postponed?” I got to admit that the devastation in our area, though nowhere near as bad as of that on the East Coast, was still pretty bad for an area not use to being hit by hurricanes. Super-storm Sandy as the world has come to know it by, ravaged the East Coast of the United States and continued inland, and although it wasn’t a hurricane by the time it had reached Ohio, it was still a pretty bad storm for the area. Driving down the street earlier in the day I saw a bunch of downed trees and fallen tree debris all around. There were even a few telephone poles down, the wires now cut from them to avoid the risk of somebody getting hurt. Though some cities were only brushed by the storm and only had a few brisk power outages, there were other cities still without power a week later. So I waited to see what they meant by the story headline as it could have an effect on my plans for tomorrow night.
The mindless idiotic commercials that nobody wants to look at go by in their little four minute span before we cut back to the news.
News Anchor: Trick-or-Treating cancelled? Well that’s the case for many local cities as the rain and cold temperatures, not to mention the debris from Super-storm Sandy have caused some cities to cancel Trick-or-Treating, and others to postpone festivities until the weekend. Here is a list of cities affected by the situation on your screen.
Using my DVR remote, I paused the live TV and looked at the massive list of cities affected. There, in order were the three cities around me on the postponement list. I knew Britney would be really sad, but there was a glimmer of hope as I looked at the dates of each city…they were all on different days. One was Friday, another Saturday, and yet a third on Sunday. THAT’S EVERY KIDS DREAM! THREE DAYS OF GETTING CANDY! HELL YEAH!
News Anchor: So just remember to be safe and have a good time.
Oh we will have a good time.
Title: Trick or Treat? (Good News and Bad)
Location: Cleveland, Ohio
Date: All Hallows Eve (October 31st, 2012)
Time: 6:56 AM Eastern Standard Time
It was the next morning now and Britney was getting ready for school. Kids were wearing their costumes to school for the class Halloween Party, and she looked adorable. Lindsay had first period off so she was able to stay home and help with a little makeup and a hairdo for Britney to fit her costume. She came running out of her room to show me her costume as I was making her a lunch.
Britney Laszlo: Look at me!
I pulled my head out from the fridge and turned in her direction only to have a huge smile come across my face.
Mike Laszlo:: You look gorgeous.
Britney Laszlo: YAY! I CAN’T WAIT TO GO TRICK-OR-TREATING!
Then it dawned on me. I had almost forgotten about the news story the night before. It was time to break the news, but end it happily.
Mike Laszlo:: Sweetheart, I got something to tell you, but you’re not allowed to get upset.
The smile on her face quickly dissipated as she looked on in confusion.
Britney Laszlo: What is it Daddy?
I kneel down in front of her and brush some of the hair from her eyes.
Mike Laszlo:: Because of the storm, they’re moving Trick-or-Treating.
Britney Laszlo: What!? No candy?
Mike Laszlo:: Not tonight.
I could see from her reaction that she was none too pleased, and on the verge of tears.
Mike Laszlo:: Don’t be mad though, there’s good news.
Britney Laszlo: (Near tears, in a pouty voice.) What?
Mike Laszlo:: Instead of just one night of Trick-or-Treating, you get three.
The tears were quick to recede though a couple dripped down her face. With my thumb I wiped them away.
Britney Laszlo: Three?
Mike Laszlo:: You see, the cities around here are having them on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. I can go with you Friday, Lindsay will take you on Saturday, and I’ll be back to take you on Sunday if you still want to go.
That pretty smile I’ve come to know and love graced her face again and made me feel a whole lot better.
Britney Laszlo: Silly Daddy, of course I want to go get all the candy.
Standing from my position I lightly smack myself in the forehead.
Mike Laszlo:: Of course, what was I thinking? Go along and finish getting ready for school.
Britney Laszlo: Okay.
She scampers off back to her room, her dress flailing from side to side with each step. Lindsay emerges from the hall as if on cue.
Mike Laszlo:: Hey, I got a favor.
Lindsay Laszlo: What?
Mike Laszlo:: Tell me you’re not doing anything Saturday?
Lindsay Laszlo: There’s a postponed Halloween party but it doesn’t start until nine, why?
Mike Laszlo:: I told Britney you would take her out in Mayfield for their Trick-or-Treating. I’ll take her Friday and Sunday, but I need you to take her while I go wrestle on Saturday.
Lindsay Laszlo: Yeah, that’s fine.
Mike Laszlo:: Thank you so much. Here…
I pull my wallet from my pocket and hand her a fifty dollar bill.
Lindsay Laszlo: What’s this?
Mike Laszlo:: Consider it the price of awesomeness.
She nods in agreement at her greatness and accepts the money before continuing on making herself a bowl of cereal. Great start…let’s see how Friday goes shall we?
Title: Trick or Treat? (It's Time)
Location: Cleveland, Ohio
Date: November 2nd, 2012
Time: 5:45 PM Eastern Standard Time
Mike Laszlo:: Everybody ready!?
I wasn’t dressing up, there was really no need. I was the protective fatherly figure who takes his daughter out for candy. I was however dressed in a black sweatshirt, and some cargo pants. I had a leather jacket on and an umbrella in my hand. I could hear the footsteps of my little Cinderella coming down the hall. She looked gorgeous in her blue gown and her hair all did up. perfect costume. I had her jacket draped over my arm as she refused to put it on at the moment because it would block her costume, but I knew she’d get cold so I’m bringing it anyway. Then behind her came Lindsay in her furry looking, short, gray dress with a hood that had ears on it paired with some leggings.
Mike Laszlo:: And you are?
Lindsay Laszlo: The big bad she-wolf.
Mike Laszlo:: Nice. Are you getting candy too?
Lindsay Laszlo: Heck yeah. Perks of being an escort.
Mike Laszlo:: Sounds like a plan. Let’s go.
We headed out the door and went over to the next city where my grandparent live, and parked the car in the driveway. They saw the girls in costume and took some pictures before we headed out for some candy.
Two hours later, we returned to the house. The girls were freezing as the temperature dipped into the mid 30’s and both their bags were full, and they were some pretty deep bags. Britney’s got so heavy that she had me carry it and just ran up to doors holding out her hands allowing the gracious people to give her the candy. There were some older people who handed out healthy food that although was appreciated being a parent, kinda made me mad as it did when I use to get it myself. I mean come on, who the hell hands out pretzels and apples for Halloween? Then there were others who gave money, they knew what was up.
Britney ran into her room at grandma and grandpa’s and changed into her pajamas as the wolf faced Lindsay and myself unloaded all the candy onto the dining room table. Going through, we separated out the bad candy that nobody likes, the opened candy, and the just plain weird stuff. After separation, there was a pile of good candy which went into a big dish, and a pile of bad candy that went into the trash. Then on the side I counted the change that Britney had given me in my pocket and for Halloween, three dollars in change isn’t that bad. It would go into her piggy bank at home. As we brushed the candy into the dish, she came running out in her pink pajamas.
Britney Laszlo: Can I have a piece of candy dad?
Mike Laszlo:: Two. Go ahead and pick.
Unlike some other little girls, she was extremely well behaved and only grabbed two pieces of candy as instructed and didn’t even try to take another. She ran over and sat on the chair with Grandma.
Mike Laszlo:: Alright, so here’s the plan. I have a flight to catch. I will see you on Sunday, where we go get more candy.
Britney Laszlo: YAY!
Lindsay Laszlo: and you and me are going tomorrow night, right princess?
Britney Laszlo: YES!
Grandma: Oi, she’s going to have so much candy.
Mike Laszlo:: That’s what I promised. You guys be good for grandma and grandpa. If there’s any issues, call me.
Britney runs over and gives me a hug.
Britney Laszlo: Love you Daddy.
Mike Laszlo:: I love you too munchkin. I’ll see you Sunday and we’ll get lots more candy.
She plants a big kiss on my cheek before running back to the couch and watching TV. I say my goodbyes and head out the door.
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This is my favorite time of year. It’s a time of year where the temperatures get cold and the leaves change colors, but that’s not entirely what I meant.
More specifically, I mean Halloween. People go around and pretend to be things that they’re not, and you Davey Ortega, are a prime example.
Better than me? You? Please, stop the “trick” now.
You’re not fooling anybody. You can dress up as someone who is better than me, but then again, no man exists.
You can talk down the fact that I’m the longest reigning Honor and X Champion in history and tell me that the X-Division is nothing but a rip off of the Xtreme Division, but all that talk means nothing. If you want to be technical however, the X Division is an evolution of the Xtreme Division because like everything else in life, the Xtreme Division needed to evolve. It needed to take that next step to truly become a legitimate division rather than a bunch of guys beating the hell out of each other for no reason. Then I became it’s champion for one hundred and five days and gave that belt and that division purpose again. I and I alone made that division RELEVANT AGAIN!
Now the likes of Ken Davison and Curtis Kanyon, and our current champion Dexter Davis, they all wanted a crack at it. Me bringing relevance back to a division long forgotten as the title was held by the likes of Jackhammer, is just the beginning of what I have started here in NCW…TRUE CHANGE!
Others have preached it and have failed. Roberto Verona preached change, and although he is now the World Champion, nothing has truly changed. This week I take on a man who cost me a match and wasn’t man enough to admit it until after I told him why. Is it my fault that he wasn’t good enough to kick out of Davison’s move? No. It’s his fault for being the weak link in the team. This Saturday on Trauma, I sever that link once and for all.
Hey Davey…trick or treat?