Post by Evan Andrews on Nov 27, 2010 21:27:30 GMT -6
While Brad and Megan Kane enjoy the experience of roaming the various shopping malls on Black Friday, and derive great pleasure from all the insanity that comes along with it, Evan Andrews and Natalie Snow are more inclined to spend their time out in quieter surroundings.
That's why the couple are currently seated at a table in the corner of San Diego's Pier cafe, in front of a window that overlooks the the bay that shares the city's name. Evan's in the process of finishing off his cup of coffee, while his wife is staring the empty plates of seafood with a look in her eyes that indicates that what she's eaten so far has yet to satisfy her appetite.
Natalie: Hmm...I wonder what else they have to eat here...
Evan chuckles softly and shakes his head as he stares across the table at his wife.
Evan: At this rate, there probably won't be any food left in the kitchen by the time you're done here, Nat...
Natalie: Oh, come on, Evan! I haven't eaten that much...Have I?
Evan: Only enough to feed a small army or two...
Natalie rolls her eyes and sticks out her tongue at her husband after he makes this comment.
Natalie: Well, that's what happens when a woman becomes pregnant, my love. Their appetite increases dramatically, because they have to eat for two...
At that point, the lovely brunette's smile fades as she stares intently in the direction of her spouse.
Natalie: Or three, in this case...
Evan, as his eyes go saucer wide: Natalie...!? Are you saying...?
Natalie interrupts her spouse's question by reaching out across the table to take his hand in hers while giving him a wan smile.
Natalie: No, my love...I'm not saying that we're about to have twins...Not to the best of my knowledge, anyway. I was actually referring to the fact that you haven't been eating all that much lately.
Evan, shrugging: Well, like you just said, you've been eating enough for the two of us...
Natalie: Evan...Please. I'm serious! I've seen you consume two or three pizzas in one sitting, and still have room left over to consume two or three desserts! Yet right now you've barely touched the plate of fish and chips that you ordered!
Natalie glances at the plate in front of him with a ravenous look in her eye.
Natalie: Are you done with that, by the way?
Evan smirks at his wife and nods his head before pushing the plate over toward her so that she can polish it off.
Natalie: Thanks! Anyway, as I was saying, it seems as though you've had difficulty finishing a single plate of food that's been put in front of you over the past few days. Why, you were barely even able to finish your Thanksgiving Day meal!
Evan: Did you see how much food Cecelia put on my plate!?
Natalie: That didn't stop anyone else that was there from coming back for second and third helpings...
Evan: Or fourth and fifth helpings in your case.
Natalie, with an exasperated sigh: Be that as it may, Evan, the fact remains is that it's not like you to have such a low appetite, and that strikes me as being cause for concern!
And Evan can tell from the look that appears on his wife's face that she really is concerned, so he decides to dispense with the idea of reassuring that all is right in his world, and lets out a sigh of his own as he gives his response.
Evan: I...I guess I've had things on my mind that have occupied my attention, and made me less concerned with eating than otherwise might be the case, Nat...
Natalie nods in understand at the sound of these words.
Natalie: I figured that might be the case, my love. So...what's troubling you so much? Is it the fact that you'll be facing your best friend inside the ring this Sunday? Are you worried that this match that the two of you are going to have at Breaking Away is somehow going to cause a rift to form between the two of you?
Or...Is there something else that's troubling you, Evan? Maybe part of you is still preoccupied with those mysterious calls that you've been receiving, and pondering the question of why that person didn't take you up on your invitation to Thanksgiving Dinner...?
Evan: Yeah, I think both of those could serve as entirely different explanations for why I've been so preoccupied recently....For entirely different reasons.
Natalie, between mouthfuls of food: Meaning?
Evan: Well, given the argument that Brad and I had a couple of days ago, I guess it's only natural for me to have been concerned about the fact that this upcoming match might somehow create further ill will between the two of us, whether either of us want it or not....
Natalie: That much I understand, Evan. But what about the other factor that was mentioned? What about that mysterious caller, and the fact that he or she didn't even bother to show their face when you were kind enough to extend that invitation?
Evan: That's what I can't quite figure out, Natalie...I mean, I felt so on edge throughout the majority of Thanksgiving Day; envisioning each and every possible scenario that could result from my mysterious friend's decision to either show up, or stay away from that dinner party.
And when it became apparent that this person wasn't going to to make an appearance, I fully expected to feel some sort of emotion as a result of his or her absence.
I'm not certain what, exactly I expected to feel...disappointment, maybe...perhaps relief...Maybe a bit of both. But I expected to feel something.
But, when I thought about, I realized that I didn't feel anything as a result of this. Not a *** damned thing...
And, for the life of me, I can't figure out why this is the case...
A pensive expression appears on Natalie's face as she considers these words, before she takes a deep breath and begins to speak.
Natalie: Maybe...Maybe the reason why this might be the case is...
But before she can finish, Natalie's interrupted by the sound of a man's voice clearing her throat. Natalie and Evan turn their attention away from one another, toward the owner of this voice, a well dressed, well groomed man in his early forties, standing beside an equally well attired woman of approximately the same age.
"Good evening. I'm Miles Bradford, and this is my lovely wife Bethany. You're that wrestler, aren't you? Evan Andrews?
Evan: That's right...
Miles: That's what I thought. Mind if we join you for a moment?
Natalie: Sorry, but we're kind of in the middle of something. Can this wait for a...?
Bethany Bradford flashes Natalie a smile that would be considered dazzling were it not for the fact that it's so completely insincere, and the fact that it does little to enhance the features on her overly made up face.
Bethany: Actually, this probably can't. You see, Miles and I recognized you as soon as you walked into this quaint little establishment, and thought that we should extend what I suspect you'll find to be a very intriguing offer...
Evan: Um...That's very generous of you, but...
Before Evan can complete his sentence, Bethany takes a seat in the boot beside him, while Miles takes a seat next to Natalie.
Miles: Oh, this won't take terribly long, Evan. You don't mind if I call you Evan, do you? 'Course not...
Natalie: So, what is this offer...
Bethany: Well, you see, Miles here is an extremely successful businessman, and he happens to know some very influential people...Not only in San Diego, but all over Southern California.
Miles: We're having a few of them over tonight a bit later on, and we were hoping that the two of you would join us. Figured that the two of you would fit right in...
Evan: What, if I might ask, makes you think that?
Miles leans forward and his voice drops in volume to a near whisper.
Miles: Well, y'see...It's the type of get-together where we all have a few drinks and let our hair down, if you know what I'm saying...
Natalie: Wait a second! You're inviting us to a swinger's party!?
Bethany: That's such a crude term. We'd prefer to think of it as an informal exchange of ideas...Among other things. It's really the same type of exchange that you seem to enjoy having with your friends, so assumed that you would be happy to take advantage of this opportunity...
Miles: And get to know some people who would be happy to help you to achieve whatever goals you have in life...
Evan and Natalie exchange incredulous stares for a second before Evan breaks the silence.
Evan: So, if I'm to understand this correctly, the two of you would like us to come over, and engage in sexual activity with you and your friends, and figured that we would be overjoyed at having the chance to do so simply because it might provide us with the opportunity to climb the social ladder in this region...
Miles: Well, I wouldn't put it like that...
Evan: No, I'm certain that you wouldn't.
At this point, Bethany casts a withering stare toward Evan and addresses him in a cool tone of voice.
Bethany: I think the two of you fail to appreciate just how generous this offer really is. There are many people who consider Miles and I to be extremely attractive, and who would be thrilled to have the chance to enjoy our attention.
There are many people who have taken advantage of our offer, and to a person they have all benefited from the experience...In more ways than one.
At that point, Natalie can't hold her temper back any longer.
Natalie: How exactly did they benefit? Because you rewarded them with some form of compensation for their services? There's a way to describe that type of interaction, and it's not "an informal exchange of ideas". No...the term that I'd use is prostitution, and that's not something that we're interested in engaging in...
At that point, a nasty grin flickers across Natalie's face as she glares in the direction of the other woman at the table.
Natalie: ...Especially not with two pompous, pathetic egomaniacs who feel that their money and status should somehow cause others to bow and scrape on bended knee before them!
Miles, as his eyes flash with anger: Why, you little....
At that point, Evan's voice drops into a low, threatening whisper.
Evan: Mr. Bradford...if you even think about insulting my wife, I will happy remove the tongue from your throat with my bare hands, and then call our friends Brad and Megan and tell them what happened so that they can dispose of the rest of you.
Because, whether you realize this or not, the activities that we engage in with our friends are simply another, more intimate way for us to express how much we respect and care for one another. It's a way for one set of friends to display how much the other means to them.
Now then...Can you honestly state that this particular offer is based upon those same ideals?
I think we all know the answer to that question...Don't you?
Miles and Bethany Bradford level offended glances in the direction of the other couple, and then rise to their feet and make their way toward the other part of the restaurant while Evan and Natalie look on in amusement and listen to Mrs. Bradford fume about the events that just took place.
Bethany: The nerve of those two...I...I never...I simply never!
Natalie: Obviously, that just isn't the case...
Natalie then turns to her husband and quickly smooths her features before smiling sweetly in his direction.
Natalie: Now then, where were we...?
Evan: I think you were going to tell me the reason why I didn't feel any emotion, one way or another, when that person who has been calling me chose not to show his face last Thursday...
Natalie: Right. I was thinking that the reason for this may be because you knew that there were other things in your life that were more important, Evan. Things like your friends and family...and enjoying the moments that you spend with them.
Do you think I might be onto something by saying that?
Evan smiles, and nods his head before taking his wife's hand in his own.
Evan: You know something, Natalie? I really think you are.
Natalie, returning the smile: Good. I'm just about done, so I guess we should probably go...
Evan: Actually, I was thinking of ordering something else, Natalie. I realized that I am kind of hungry, after all...And, besides, I'm enjoying this particular moment here. Might was well make it last a bit longer, right?
Natalie nods her head and the smile on her face becomes wider.
Natalie: Yeah...We might as well.
With that, the couple sit back in their chairs and begin to focus their complete attention upon the task of enjoying all this moment for all that it's worth...
And, in the back of his mind, Evan knows very well that the match he's about to have with Brad Kane at Breaking Away is going to be about the exact same thing.
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"I'm going to admit something right now, Brad. It's something that I'm pretty sure you already know, but it never hurts to have your friend tell it to your face, does it?
And what I'm going to admit to you is this...
Sometimes, I have a tendency to over-think things, and to make things more complicated than they have any right to be. I'm inclined to be a bit too introspective at the best of times, and more often than not, I'll consider each and every possible reason why someone took the course of action that they did.
I guess that's why I was a little surprised last week when you stood inside the ring following our match with Ragnal and Conway and told me that you had asked the powers that be to book us in a match against one another at Breaking Away. I understood your explanation that this would provide us with the chance to show how capable we really were, while honoring the two year anniversary of our first meeting inside the ring...
But, as much as it shames me to admit, I couldn't help but wonder if you were motivated by something else. I think that uncertainty on my part, more than anything else, explains why the tension that existed in the household, and between us, throughout the course of this past week.
Still, after thinking back to the way our sons interacted with one another, and the way we were able to resolve our argument as a result, I've come to realize that I was mistaken to view this match between us as being based on anything more than a desire to show what two friends, and two damned good wrestlers are capable of doing inside the ring in order to entertain the people watching this encounter.
Yes, this match does provide you with the chance to gain the victory over me that you've yet to achieve...
And yes, this match does provide me with the chance to finally gain a high-profile victory in this federation, and advance my status in NCW as a result...
This match will provide those who witness of how well my speed, submissions, and aerial onslaught will match up with your arsenal of high-impact strike, suplexes, and backbreakers...
But, really, when it comes right down to it, the reason why I'm looking forward to this match is for two reasons...
The first reason is that it provides us with the chance to work our any residual tension that might still exist between us once and for all, and determine which of us might be the better competitor in that moment.
You've already stated that if that competitor happens to be me, then you won't hold it against me. And rest assured, Brad...If that competitor happens to be the case, then I won't bear any ill will toward you, either. After all, there will certainly be other moments where the opposite result could occur, and you know that just as well as I do.
But, the other reason why I'm looking forward to this is just as important...Maybe even more so.
The other reason is because it gives the two of us the chance to take the moment that we've been given and turn it something special.
We've done this before, Brad. When we met the first time at Mandalay Bay, we had the people on their feet, and cheering our every move. When we met again for the title I held in Italy, we had eighty thousand fans cheering "THIS MATCH RULES!" and the top of their lungs.
So, lets do it again, Brad.
Let's keep this simple, and show the fans who watch this how two friends can indeed break away from the mold, and still put on an extremely intense and competitive encounter without feeling the need to manufacture any amount of hatred toward the other.
Let's make that happen, my friend...
Let's blow the roof off the Saddledome, and cause the fans to rise to their feet and chant our names with one voice.
Let's grab hold of this moment...
Let's make it our own...
And let's enjoy every bit of it...For all that it's worth."
That's why the couple are currently seated at a table in the corner of San Diego's Pier cafe, in front of a window that overlooks the the bay that shares the city's name. Evan's in the process of finishing off his cup of coffee, while his wife is staring the empty plates of seafood with a look in her eyes that indicates that what she's eaten so far has yet to satisfy her appetite.
Natalie: Hmm...I wonder what else they have to eat here...
Evan chuckles softly and shakes his head as he stares across the table at his wife.
Evan: At this rate, there probably won't be any food left in the kitchen by the time you're done here, Nat...
Natalie: Oh, come on, Evan! I haven't eaten that much...Have I?
Evan: Only enough to feed a small army or two...
Natalie rolls her eyes and sticks out her tongue at her husband after he makes this comment.
Natalie: Well, that's what happens when a woman becomes pregnant, my love. Their appetite increases dramatically, because they have to eat for two...
At that point, the lovely brunette's smile fades as she stares intently in the direction of her spouse.
Natalie: Or three, in this case...
Evan, as his eyes go saucer wide: Natalie...!? Are you saying...?
Natalie interrupts her spouse's question by reaching out across the table to take his hand in hers while giving him a wan smile.
Natalie: No, my love...I'm not saying that we're about to have twins...Not to the best of my knowledge, anyway. I was actually referring to the fact that you haven't been eating all that much lately.
Evan, shrugging: Well, like you just said, you've been eating enough for the two of us...
Natalie: Evan...Please. I'm serious! I've seen you consume two or three pizzas in one sitting, and still have room left over to consume two or three desserts! Yet right now you've barely touched the plate of fish and chips that you ordered!
Natalie glances at the plate in front of him with a ravenous look in her eye.
Natalie: Are you done with that, by the way?
Evan smirks at his wife and nods his head before pushing the plate over toward her so that she can polish it off.
Natalie: Thanks! Anyway, as I was saying, it seems as though you've had difficulty finishing a single plate of food that's been put in front of you over the past few days. Why, you were barely even able to finish your Thanksgiving Day meal!
Evan: Did you see how much food Cecelia put on my plate!?
Natalie: That didn't stop anyone else that was there from coming back for second and third helpings...
Evan: Or fourth and fifth helpings in your case.
Natalie, with an exasperated sigh: Be that as it may, Evan, the fact remains is that it's not like you to have such a low appetite, and that strikes me as being cause for concern!
And Evan can tell from the look that appears on his wife's face that she really is concerned, so he decides to dispense with the idea of reassuring that all is right in his world, and lets out a sigh of his own as he gives his response.
Evan: I...I guess I've had things on my mind that have occupied my attention, and made me less concerned with eating than otherwise might be the case, Nat...
Natalie nods in understand at the sound of these words.
Natalie: I figured that might be the case, my love. So...what's troubling you so much? Is it the fact that you'll be facing your best friend inside the ring this Sunday? Are you worried that this match that the two of you are going to have at Breaking Away is somehow going to cause a rift to form between the two of you?
Or...Is there something else that's troubling you, Evan? Maybe part of you is still preoccupied with those mysterious calls that you've been receiving, and pondering the question of why that person didn't take you up on your invitation to Thanksgiving Dinner...?
Evan: Yeah, I think both of those could serve as entirely different explanations for why I've been so preoccupied recently....For entirely different reasons.
Natalie, between mouthfuls of food: Meaning?
Evan: Well, given the argument that Brad and I had a couple of days ago, I guess it's only natural for me to have been concerned about the fact that this upcoming match might somehow create further ill will between the two of us, whether either of us want it or not....
Natalie: That much I understand, Evan. But what about the other factor that was mentioned? What about that mysterious caller, and the fact that he or she didn't even bother to show their face when you were kind enough to extend that invitation?
Evan: That's what I can't quite figure out, Natalie...I mean, I felt so on edge throughout the majority of Thanksgiving Day; envisioning each and every possible scenario that could result from my mysterious friend's decision to either show up, or stay away from that dinner party.
And when it became apparent that this person wasn't going to to make an appearance, I fully expected to feel some sort of emotion as a result of his or her absence.
I'm not certain what, exactly I expected to feel...disappointment, maybe...perhaps relief...Maybe a bit of both. But I expected to feel something.
But, when I thought about, I realized that I didn't feel anything as a result of this. Not a *** damned thing...
And, for the life of me, I can't figure out why this is the case...
A pensive expression appears on Natalie's face as she considers these words, before she takes a deep breath and begins to speak.
Natalie: Maybe...Maybe the reason why this might be the case is...
But before she can finish, Natalie's interrupted by the sound of a man's voice clearing her throat. Natalie and Evan turn their attention away from one another, toward the owner of this voice, a well dressed, well groomed man in his early forties, standing beside an equally well attired woman of approximately the same age.
"Good evening. I'm Miles Bradford, and this is my lovely wife Bethany. You're that wrestler, aren't you? Evan Andrews?
Evan: That's right...
Miles: That's what I thought. Mind if we join you for a moment?
Natalie: Sorry, but we're kind of in the middle of something. Can this wait for a...?
Bethany Bradford flashes Natalie a smile that would be considered dazzling were it not for the fact that it's so completely insincere, and the fact that it does little to enhance the features on her overly made up face.
Bethany: Actually, this probably can't. You see, Miles and I recognized you as soon as you walked into this quaint little establishment, and thought that we should extend what I suspect you'll find to be a very intriguing offer...
Evan: Um...That's very generous of you, but...
Before Evan can complete his sentence, Bethany takes a seat in the boot beside him, while Miles takes a seat next to Natalie.
Miles: Oh, this won't take terribly long, Evan. You don't mind if I call you Evan, do you? 'Course not...
Natalie: So, what is this offer...
Bethany: Well, you see, Miles here is an extremely successful businessman, and he happens to know some very influential people...Not only in San Diego, but all over Southern California.
Miles: We're having a few of them over tonight a bit later on, and we were hoping that the two of you would join us. Figured that the two of you would fit right in...
Evan: What, if I might ask, makes you think that?
Miles leans forward and his voice drops in volume to a near whisper.
Miles: Well, y'see...It's the type of get-together where we all have a few drinks and let our hair down, if you know what I'm saying...
Natalie: Wait a second! You're inviting us to a swinger's party!?
Bethany: That's such a crude term. We'd prefer to think of it as an informal exchange of ideas...Among other things. It's really the same type of exchange that you seem to enjoy having with your friends, so assumed that you would be happy to take advantage of this opportunity...
Miles: And get to know some people who would be happy to help you to achieve whatever goals you have in life...
Evan and Natalie exchange incredulous stares for a second before Evan breaks the silence.
Evan: So, if I'm to understand this correctly, the two of you would like us to come over, and engage in sexual activity with you and your friends, and figured that we would be overjoyed at having the chance to do so simply because it might provide us with the opportunity to climb the social ladder in this region...
Miles: Well, I wouldn't put it like that...
Evan: No, I'm certain that you wouldn't.
At this point, Bethany casts a withering stare toward Evan and addresses him in a cool tone of voice.
Bethany: I think the two of you fail to appreciate just how generous this offer really is. There are many people who consider Miles and I to be extremely attractive, and who would be thrilled to have the chance to enjoy our attention.
There are many people who have taken advantage of our offer, and to a person they have all benefited from the experience...In more ways than one.
At that point, Natalie can't hold her temper back any longer.
Natalie: How exactly did they benefit? Because you rewarded them with some form of compensation for their services? There's a way to describe that type of interaction, and it's not "an informal exchange of ideas". No...the term that I'd use is prostitution, and that's not something that we're interested in engaging in...
At that point, a nasty grin flickers across Natalie's face as she glares in the direction of the other woman at the table.
Natalie: ...Especially not with two pompous, pathetic egomaniacs who feel that their money and status should somehow cause others to bow and scrape on bended knee before them!
Miles, as his eyes flash with anger: Why, you little....
At that point, Evan's voice drops into a low, threatening whisper.
Evan: Mr. Bradford...if you even think about insulting my wife, I will happy remove the tongue from your throat with my bare hands, and then call our friends Brad and Megan and tell them what happened so that they can dispose of the rest of you.
Because, whether you realize this or not, the activities that we engage in with our friends are simply another, more intimate way for us to express how much we respect and care for one another. It's a way for one set of friends to display how much the other means to them.
Now then...Can you honestly state that this particular offer is based upon those same ideals?
I think we all know the answer to that question...Don't you?
Miles and Bethany Bradford level offended glances in the direction of the other couple, and then rise to their feet and make their way toward the other part of the restaurant while Evan and Natalie look on in amusement and listen to Mrs. Bradford fume about the events that just took place.
Bethany: The nerve of those two...I...I never...I simply never!
Natalie: Obviously, that just isn't the case...
Natalie then turns to her husband and quickly smooths her features before smiling sweetly in his direction.
Natalie: Now then, where were we...?
Evan: I think you were going to tell me the reason why I didn't feel any emotion, one way or another, when that person who has been calling me chose not to show his face last Thursday...
Natalie: Right. I was thinking that the reason for this may be because you knew that there were other things in your life that were more important, Evan. Things like your friends and family...and enjoying the moments that you spend with them.
Do you think I might be onto something by saying that?
Evan smiles, and nods his head before taking his wife's hand in his own.
Evan: You know something, Natalie? I really think you are.
Natalie, returning the smile: Good. I'm just about done, so I guess we should probably go...
Evan: Actually, I was thinking of ordering something else, Natalie. I realized that I am kind of hungry, after all...And, besides, I'm enjoying this particular moment here. Might was well make it last a bit longer, right?
Natalie nods her head and the smile on her face becomes wider.
Natalie: Yeah...We might as well.
With that, the couple sit back in their chairs and begin to focus their complete attention upon the task of enjoying all this moment for all that it's worth...
And, in the back of his mind, Evan knows very well that the match he's about to have with Brad Kane at Breaking Away is going to be about the exact same thing.
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"I'm going to admit something right now, Brad. It's something that I'm pretty sure you already know, but it never hurts to have your friend tell it to your face, does it?
And what I'm going to admit to you is this...
Sometimes, I have a tendency to over-think things, and to make things more complicated than they have any right to be. I'm inclined to be a bit too introspective at the best of times, and more often than not, I'll consider each and every possible reason why someone took the course of action that they did.
I guess that's why I was a little surprised last week when you stood inside the ring following our match with Ragnal and Conway and told me that you had asked the powers that be to book us in a match against one another at Breaking Away. I understood your explanation that this would provide us with the chance to show how capable we really were, while honoring the two year anniversary of our first meeting inside the ring...
But, as much as it shames me to admit, I couldn't help but wonder if you were motivated by something else. I think that uncertainty on my part, more than anything else, explains why the tension that existed in the household, and between us, throughout the course of this past week.
Still, after thinking back to the way our sons interacted with one another, and the way we were able to resolve our argument as a result, I've come to realize that I was mistaken to view this match between us as being based on anything more than a desire to show what two friends, and two damned good wrestlers are capable of doing inside the ring in order to entertain the people watching this encounter.
Yes, this match does provide you with the chance to gain the victory over me that you've yet to achieve...
And yes, this match does provide me with the chance to finally gain a high-profile victory in this federation, and advance my status in NCW as a result...
This match will provide those who witness of how well my speed, submissions, and aerial onslaught will match up with your arsenal of high-impact strike, suplexes, and backbreakers...
But, really, when it comes right down to it, the reason why I'm looking forward to this match is for two reasons...
The first reason is that it provides us with the chance to work our any residual tension that might still exist between us once and for all, and determine which of us might be the better competitor in that moment.
You've already stated that if that competitor happens to be me, then you won't hold it against me. And rest assured, Brad...If that competitor happens to be the case, then I won't bear any ill will toward you, either. After all, there will certainly be other moments where the opposite result could occur, and you know that just as well as I do.
But, the other reason why I'm looking forward to this is just as important...Maybe even more so.
The other reason is because it gives the two of us the chance to take the moment that we've been given and turn it something special.
We've done this before, Brad. When we met the first time at Mandalay Bay, we had the people on their feet, and cheering our every move. When we met again for the title I held in Italy, we had eighty thousand fans cheering "THIS MATCH RULES!" and the top of their lungs.
So, lets do it again, Brad.
Let's keep this simple, and show the fans who watch this how two friends can indeed break away from the mold, and still put on an extremely intense and competitive encounter without feeling the need to manufacture any amount of hatred toward the other.
Let's make that happen, my friend...
Let's blow the roof off the Saddledome, and cause the fans to rise to their feet and chant our names with one voice.
Let's grab hold of this moment...
Let's make it our own...
And let's enjoy every bit of it...For all that it's worth."