Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2013 18:56:44 GMT -6
For the past two weeks I’ve had to field phone call after phone call from my close friends asking me…
Why.
Why would I put my title on the line for a third time against Mike Laszlo?
Why would I cover all eventualities to ensure a definitive conclusion even if it may cost me everything I have worked so hard for?
Why would I put my body on the line to simply prove to the world that I am the best?
It is simply, because I have to put a nail in this coffin. Too many doubts surround my legitimacy as NCW World Champion, and whilst none of them are really based in fact, they are perpetuating the myth that I do not deserve to be the champ, that I should be licking my wounds and watching scornfully as Mike walks around as “the man”.
Lex Sense tainted both of our matches. Whether you choose to believe me or not, I never had anything to do with recruiting that monster to do my dirty work. I exploited the fact he chose to take Laszlo out, just like anybody else would, then I had to suffer a technical victory because he decided to put his hands on Mike and cost me the match. Lex Sense has allowed this illusion to continue to prevail.
At Metamorphosis, the illusion dies.
I have elected to provide one last opportunity to Mike Laszlo inside a structure that few men have been able to walk out from the same. To prevent any interference from providing anybody an excuse for failure, I will cage myself in with my opponent and fire anybody who circumnavigates this blockade, all so that I can definitively prove, once and for all, that I deserve to be the undisputed NCW World Champion, the best in the business.
People are keen to ignore that I won this belt fair and square, that for months I fought tirelessly to earn myself the opportunity to carry this company on my back and that I did it all for the benefit of everybody else. Now that I am the villain, nobody is willing to accept that I am one of the most exceptionally talented men to have ever graced this ring.
I am the total package, the very mould for what a champion should be.
Yet nobody give me the respect I deserve, instead they obsess themselves with the futile exercise of dragging my name through the mud simply because I do not play by the rules anymore. That sort of honourable defiance of the corrupt demagogue served its purpose and now I must behave in a different manner to inspire the boys to raise their games to vanquish the dastardly villain, because that is simply what creates a fascinating dynamic in professional wrestling.
But just because I inspire boos rather than unrelenting support does not mean that all of the talent that proud me along this journey has abandoned me. Mike Laszlo may have been close to defeating me, but I am more than capable of escaping such precarious predicaments and have done countless times in the past, ever since I became the bad guy it is like I became the heir to Joe Everyman’s throne.
So that is why, at Metamorphosis, I will prove once again that I am just as good as I was three months ago when I tore Andrew Jacobsen’s dreams apart.
Every man dreams of defining matches in the story of their career, this weekend I will add another footprint in my legacy by putting on a show that will be remembered for years to come. We will break one another next week, Mike. We will create moments that last a life time and it will all be for the biggest prize in the game, but when that smoke clears, and the battle is done.
I will stand tall, with my hand raised in the air and there will be nowhere for you left to hide.
No more excuses, no more outside influence.
Just you, me, a ring and the NCW World Championship on the line. Everything you ever dreamed of, though dreams can quickly turn into nightmares. There will be no doubts left in anybody’s mind when this is done and whilst I am sure you believe, just as much as I, that you will walk away victorious the purpose of this match is to draw a line under this feud and answer all of the questions people may have.
Now, I am not going to waste my breath laying into you for too long Mike, that sort of bravado can wait until next week, ultimately nothing you or I will say will have any effect on the result because we both, to our credits, can do our talking inside that ring.
Instead, I will leave you with this.
When you look me in the eyes at Metamorphosis, I want you to bring me everything you’ve got. I want the A Game, the absolute best you have. I could have tossed you aside after Mind Games, but I am giving you a chance, even though it will be in defeat, to cement yourself as a player inside this company.
New Championship Wrestling needs stars.
It needs men like you to step up and go toe to toe with the best wrestlers this company has. I have begun my path to immortality, and it will not end next week, but now it is time for you to start your own. Sure, it will not lead you to the gold at this juncture, and it won’t until I lose my belt in the distant future either, but it will put you on the map.
It will make you a mainstay, that is my gift to you.
Do not squander this opportunity Mike, because they often come only once in a lifetime.
Honestly, this week, it isn’t personal.
I know, I know, everybody wants me to come out here and find some benign reasons to despise Captain Howdy and Cyrus Daniels simply because I’ve been booked in a match against them, but honestly, and I know this sucks, but the only reason I am sharing a ring with you two is because I have promised to help my friend, Jake Conway, get some measure of retribution on you for that little stunt you played.
Bravo, by the way, it is the right sort of spontaneous carnage that might get you noticed around here.
Unfortunately for you, you’ve gotten noticed by the wrong people.
You see, it is ok to attack nobodies to make a point about joining some sort of bizarre cult lead by the least mentally stable man in NCW this side of Todd Williams, but when you attack the valued employee of the Saviour of NCW…
You find yourselves placed on my radar, and trust me, that isn’t something you want.
Mike Laszlo entered my radar and I have routinely embarrassed him for the past two months and come Metamorphosis I will do it again. Nathan Webb has irritated me with his little jabs, constantly tugging on my coattails desperately trying to steal a little of my spotlight like a jealous sibling and I have put him away. Twice. Now you two unlikely partners have meandered stupidly into my backyard and I am duty bound to protect my interests by putting you down.
You can’t just attack my associates, that just doesn’t happen.
Jake Conway is a piece of the puzzle that I am putting together to ensure that this place is run properly, not like it has been in the past. Kelly, for all her efforts, was stuck with a staff full of feckless idiots who were more interested in their own affairs to do their jobs properly and now, thanks to me, we’ve been able to headhunt the right people for the right jobs and Jake Conway, as Head of our Starlet’s Division, is an important cog in that machine.
You threw a temporary spanner into my works, now I am going to remove it and proceed to beat you with it until you learn that you’re just a group of Norse loving pre-pubescents trying to play in the big leagues.
Cyrus, you raised an interesting little dilemma for me this week and it’d be rude of me to not respond; do I fear that Jake Conway could leave me out to dry? No.
Because Jake is more than aware that if he has served his purpose to me, I will gladly turn my back and walk up the ramp and leave him to suffer the same fate as I did on that “terrible” day. I am not a saint, nor is The Ace, he knows exactly how this game is played, we have a marriage of convenience which just so happens to have the added bonus of us actually getting along quite well despite out past.
Neither of us are under any sort of illusion, we both know the score. Jake is a valuable member of the backroom staff and as long as he continues to be so, he is useful to me. I am a rich benefactor who is willing to fund his lavish lifestyle and keep his wife and children happy, as long as I keep handing over the pay cheques Jake will have a use for me.
This isn’t some bromance or nationalistic homoerotic union, this is two men who are benefitting from working together and for as long as that continues, we will carry on what we are doing. It really is that simple, I don’t fear being screwed by Jake and he doesn’t fear being screwed by me. When we have served our purposes to one another, we will part ways and return to looking out for numero uno.
Sometimes, things don’t have to be complicated. We certainly do not need a defunct religious mythology to bind us together.
As for me deliberately keeping Jake away from my belt? Don’t be ridiculous, Crocodile Dundee. IF Jake earned a shot at me, he’d get one, regardless of our personal relationship, I have no qualms with kicking his teeth down his head to carry on down my path to immortality, and he is perfectly aware of that. This is a fair administration.
Right now, Jake has his hands full pursing a perfectly legitimate title which is currently wrapped around Andrew Jacobsen. If he ever impresses me enough to get a shot at the big prize, I’ll gladly extend him that offer. I am not a coward who needs to protect his interests by controlling others, I’ll prove that next Sunday when I lock myself inside hell to show the world I am the best in the business, despite the inherent health risks.
As for you “Captain”? I honestly don’t know what people expect me to feel about you, I’ve been impressed by your performances thus far and even though it’d be oh so easy to just makes “hilarious” quips about you being NCW’s very own Jimmy Saville, I am above needing to resort to such childish tactics.
You could be a force here in NCW, just like Cyrus, one day. The problem is that you’ve bitten off a little more than you can chew whilst trying to get a foot up and your name in lights.
I’m not entirely sure I am overly keen on knowing what exactly goes on in that head of yours, but take my advice, kid, the next time you think it is smart to make a name for yourself attacking a member of mine and Kelly’s administration, shake that little head of yours and file that idea away in the recycle bin and pray to God nobody knows about because I will not hesitate to squash little bugs in the system like you.
I admire your ambition, attacking such big names in this company is exactly what I would have done, but the difference is I am always smart enough to consider the consequences. Perhaps in another life you could have come under my wing, but alas, you have chosen the path of CDK which, I am afraid to tell you, will only lead to shenanigans and tomfoolery which whilst hilarious, will not be of any benefit to your career.
This week, you can have a sample of what the pinnacle of this company looks like. You need charisma, you need unrivalled in-ring talent and at the end of the day, you need to be able to utilise the most important muscle of them all.
No, I am no talking about the genetic jackhammer, but the squidgy grey mass which occupies the space between your ears, albeit in your case it is a little poorly wired up. Always think, before you act, because when you learn to plan your actions carefully, you’ll avoid the harsh lessons you will be forced to learn this Sunday when me and Jake show the world that you cannot buy experience, you have to acquire it through years of blood, sweat and tears.
Don’t alert me to your existence again boys.
Why.
Why would I put my title on the line for a third time against Mike Laszlo?
Why would I cover all eventualities to ensure a definitive conclusion even if it may cost me everything I have worked so hard for?
Why would I put my body on the line to simply prove to the world that I am the best?
It is simply, because I have to put a nail in this coffin. Too many doubts surround my legitimacy as NCW World Champion, and whilst none of them are really based in fact, they are perpetuating the myth that I do not deserve to be the champ, that I should be licking my wounds and watching scornfully as Mike walks around as “the man”.
Lex Sense tainted both of our matches. Whether you choose to believe me or not, I never had anything to do with recruiting that monster to do my dirty work. I exploited the fact he chose to take Laszlo out, just like anybody else would, then I had to suffer a technical victory because he decided to put his hands on Mike and cost me the match. Lex Sense has allowed this illusion to continue to prevail.
At Metamorphosis, the illusion dies.
I have elected to provide one last opportunity to Mike Laszlo inside a structure that few men have been able to walk out from the same. To prevent any interference from providing anybody an excuse for failure, I will cage myself in with my opponent and fire anybody who circumnavigates this blockade, all so that I can definitively prove, once and for all, that I deserve to be the undisputed NCW World Champion, the best in the business.
People are keen to ignore that I won this belt fair and square, that for months I fought tirelessly to earn myself the opportunity to carry this company on my back and that I did it all for the benefit of everybody else. Now that I am the villain, nobody is willing to accept that I am one of the most exceptionally talented men to have ever graced this ring.
I am the total package, the very mould for what a champion should be.
Yet nobody give me the respect I deserve, instead they obsess themselves with the futile exercise of dragging my name through the mud simply because I do not play by the rules anymore. That sort of honourable defiance of the corrupt demagogue served its purpose and now I must behave in a different manner to inspire the boys to raise their games to vanquish the dastardly villain, because that is simply what creates a fascinating dynamic in professional wrestling.
But just because I inspire boos rather than unrelenting support does not mean that all of the talent that proud me along this journey has abandoned me. Mike Laszlo may have been close to defeating me, but I am more than capable of escaping such precarious predicaments and have done countless times in the past, ever since I became the bad guy it is like I became the heir to Joe Everyman’s throne.
So that is why, at Metamorphosis, I will prove once again that I am just as good as I was three months ago when I tore Andrew Jacobsen’s dreams apart.
Every man dreams of defining matches in the story of their career, this weekend I will add another footprint in my legacy by putting on a show that will be remembered for years to come. We will break one another next week, Mike. We will create moments that last a life time and it will all be for the biggest prize in the game, but when that smoke clears, and the battle is done.
I will stand tall, with my hand raised in the air and there will be nowhere for you left to hide.
No more excuses, no more outside influence.
Just you, me, a ring and the NCW World Championship on the line. Everything you ever dreamed of, though dreams can quickly turn into nightmares. There will be no doubts left in anybody’s mind when this is done and whilst I am sure you believe, just as much as I, that you will walk away victorious the purpose of this match is to draw a line under this feud and answer all of the questions people may have.
Now, I am not going to waste my breath laying into you for too long Mike, that sort of bravado can wait until next week, ultimately nothing you or I will say will have any effect on the result because we both, to our credits, can do our talking inside that ring.
Instead, I will leave you with this.
When you look me in the eyes at Metamorphosis, I want you to bring me everything you’ve got. I want the A Game, the absolute best you have. I could have tossed you aside after Mind Games, but I am giving you a chance, even though it will be in defeat, to cement yourself as a player inside this company.
New Championship Wrestling needs stars.
It needs men like you to step up and go toe to toe with the best wrestlers this company has. I have begun my path to immortality, and it will not end next week, but now it is time for you to start your own. Sure, it will not lead you to the gold at this juncture, and it won’t until I lose my belt in the distant future either, but it will put you on the map.
It will make you a mainstay, that is my gift to you.
Do not squander this opportunity Mike, because they often come only once in a lifetime.
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A fire burns softly as the night draws in over the home of Roberto Verona, the World Champion and his girlfriend sit in silence, both relaxing in their own respective worlds as they each clutch different books in their hands, lost within their pages as they enjoy the short period of calm they are afforded in their hectic weeks. Suddenly, the calm is broken as a shrill ring permeates the silence as the house phone rings monotonously before eventually the agony is ended by the answer phone. Roberto barely flinches, but Hannah slides her glasses off of her face and looks up at her boyfriend.
You can’t keep ignoring her you know.
Roberto continues to keep his eyes on his text, indulging one of his many intellectual passions.
Yes I can.
She has left 12 messages, do you know I had to tell her I was away from home trying to secure funding for a new range of Kelly Fox Ice Cream Bars, now I actually have to find somebody willing to mass produce them for Metamorphosis.
Barely able to contain himself Roberto lowers his book, sliding in a bookmark whilst smirking inanely before looking up.
So now the guys in the back can literally lick her ass?
Laugh it up beardo, you can’t just avoid her forever.
I’ll talk to her when I am good and ready.
When exactly did you become a teenage girl? Honestly, Roberto, you’re blowing this whole Lex business out of proportion.
Really? Would you like me to slam you on the floor out of nowhere?
Depends on the context…
Hannah giggles and winks at Roberto who just rolls his eyes.
Kelly promised me that he wouldn’t be a problem, Hannah. She messed up, so now she can stew for a while until I am ready to let her apologise.
I don’t think she will, in the last message she left she refereed to you as a “Pizza Pushing Parasite” whose panties had, and I quote, “twisted way beyond acceptable boundaries”.
Which means she cares, she doesn’t make anywhere near as much effort to insult those she has no time for.
Is it really worth throwing everything you’ve worked so hard for away because of one little mistake?
Kelly needs to learn that she can’t mess up and just expect me to come running and forget about it, trust me, this is actually a bonding exercise.
I’m not sure you understand women…
Verona cocks an eyebrow.
I like with you and your brunette clone, I think I’ve learnt more than enough about the fairer sex.
Just don’t push her too far OK, she rides my ass when you rile her up.
Maybe I should do it more often then.
Hannah scowl and shakes her head.
You’re a pervert.
Verona stands up and leans over, kissing Hannah on the forehead gently.
You worry too much. I won’t let it go too far, but I told Kelly that if Lex turned on me it would be on her head. I’ll let her stew for a while whilst I decide how to deal with him, then I’ll answer a few calls. Kelly knows how valuable I am, trust me.
I wish I had your confidence.
It’s all academic Blondie, Kelly signed on the dotted line, she is committed regardless of how she feels. She is a businesswoman and she knows what is best for business is to have my face plastered on every promotional poster across the country, she might be stubborn but she isn’t stupid. These are just teething problems.
What exactly do you expect me to tell her in the meantime?
I’m busy, I have to wash my hair, I have a headache. I don’t know, you’ll think of something.
Hannah lets out a deep guttural sigh.
Why do I always take the flak for your eccentric behaviour?
Because you are a masterful negotiator, nobody can resist the little smile of yours and your warm demeanour.
Flattery won’t work this time.
Roberto shrugs his shoulders and turns to leave.
Suit yourself. I recommend Strawberry flavour.
As Verona walks away Hannah prepares to respond with a wisecrack of her own but she is interrupted by the chime of her mobile phone, as she reaches in her pocket and looks at the screen she closes her eyes and exhales deeply as the name “Kelly Fox” flashes at her. Shaking her head she lifts the phone to ear but soon withdraws the device, squinting painfully, at the high pitched vitriol from the other end.
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A fire burns softly as the night draws in over the home of Roberto Verona, the World Champion and his girlfriend sit in silence, both relaxing in their own respective worlds as they each clutch different books in their hands, lost within their pages as they enjoy the short period of calm they are afforded in their hectic weeks. Suddenly, the calm is broken as a shrill ring permeates the silence as the house phone rings monotonously before eventually the agony is ended by the answer phone. Roberto barely flinches, but Hannah slides her glasses off of her face and looks up at her boyfriend.
You can’t keep ignoring her you know.
Roberto continues to keep his eyes on his text, indulging one of his many intellectual passions.
Yes I can.
She has left 12 messages, do you know I had to tell her I was away from home trying to secure funding for a new range of Kelly Fox Ice Cream Bars, now I actually have to find somebody willing to mass produce them for Metamorphosis.
Barely able to contain himself Roberto lowers his book, sliding in a bookmark whilst smirking inanely before looking up.
So now the guys in the back can literally lick her ass?
Laugh it up beardo, you can’t just avoid her forever.
I’ll talk to her when I am good and ready.
When exactly did you become a teenage girl? Honestly, Roberto, you’re blowing this whole Lex business out of proportion.
Really? Would you like me to slam you on the floor out of nowhere?
Depends on the context…
Hannah giggles and winks at Roberto who just rolls his eyes.
Kelly promised me that he wouldn’t be a problem, Hannah. She messed up, so now she can stew for a while until I am ready to let her apologise.
I don’t think she will, in the last message she left she refereed to you as a “Pizza Pushing Parasite” whose panties had, and I quote, “twisted way beyond acceptable boundaries”.
Which means she cares, she doesn’t make anywhere near as much effort to insult those she has no time for.
Is it really worth throwing everything you’ve worked so hard for away because of one little mistake?
Kelly needs to learn that she can’t mess up and just expect me to come running and forget about it, trust me, this is actually a bonding exercise.
I’m not sure you understand women…
Verona cocks an eyebrow.
I like with you and your brunette clone, I think I’ve learnt more than enough about the fairer sex.
Just don’t push her too far OK, she rides my ass when you rile her up.
Maybe I should do it more often then.
Hannah scowl and shakes her head.
You’re a pervert.
Verona stands up and leans over, kissing Hannah on the forehead gently.
You worry too much. I won’t let it go too far, but I told Kelly that if Lex turned on me it would be on her head. I’ll let her stew for a while whilst I decide how to deal with him, then I’ll answer a few calls. Kelly knows how valuable I am, trust me.
I wish I had your confidence.
It’s all academic Blondie, Kelly signed on the dotted line, she is committed regardless of how she feels. She is a businesswoman and she knows what is best for business is to have my face plastered on every promotional poster across the country, she might be stubborn but she isn’t stupid. These are just teething problems.
What exactly do you expect me to tell her in the meantime?
I’m busy, I have to wash my hair, I have a headache. I don’t know, you’ll think of something.
Hannah lets out a deep guttural sigh.
Why do I always take the flak for your eccentric behaviour?
Because you are a masterful negotiator, nobody can resist the little smile of yours and your warm demeanour.
Flattery won’t work this time.
Roberto shrugs his shoulders and turns to leave.
Suit yourself. I recommend Strawberry flavour.
As Verona walks away Hannah prepares to respond with a wisecrack of her own but she is interrupted by the chime of her mobile phone, as she reaches in her pocket and looks at the screen she closes her eyes and exhales deeply as the name “Kelly Fox” flashes at her. Shaking her head she lifts the phone to ear but soon withdraws the device, squinting painfully, at the high pitched vitriol from the other end.
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Honestly, this week, it isn’t personal.
I know, I know, everybody wants me to come out here and find some benign reasons to despise Captain Howdy and Cyrus Daniels simply because I’ve been booked in a match against them, but honestly, and I know this sucks, but the only reason I am sharing a ring with you two is because I have promised to help my friend, Jake Conway, get some measure of retribution on you for that little stunt you played.
Bravo, by the way, it is the right sort of spontaneous carnage that might get you noticed around here.
Unfortunately for you, you’ve gotten noticed by the wrong people.
You see, it is ok to attack nobodies to make a point about joining some sort of bizarre cult lead by the least mentally stable man in NCW this side of Todd Williams, but when you attack the valued employee of the Saviour of NCW…
You find yourselves placed on my radar, and trust me, that isn’t something you want.
Mike Laszlo entered my radar and I have routinely embarrassed him for the past two months and come Metamorphosis I will do it again. Nathan Webb has irritated me with his little jabs, constantly tugging on my coattails desperately trying to steal a little of my spotlight like a jealous sibling and I have put him away. Twice. Now you two unlikely partners have meandered stupidly into my backyard and I am duty bound to protect my interests by putting you down.
You can’t just attack my associates, that just doesn’t happen.
Jake Conway is a piece of the puzzle that I am putting together to ensure that this place is run properly, not like it has been in the past. Kelly, for all her efforts, was stuck with a staff full of feckless idiots who were more interested in their own affairs to do their jobs properly and now, thanks to me, we’ve been able to headhunt the right people for the right jobs and Jake Conway, as Head of our Starlet’s Division, is an important cog in that machine.
You threw a temporary spanner into my works, now I am going to remove it and proceed to beat you with it until you learn that you’re just a group of Norse loving pre-pubescents trying to play in the big leagues.
Cyrus, you raised an interesting little dilemma for me this week and it’d be rude of me to not respond; do I fear that Jake Conway could leave me out to dry? No.
Because Jake is more than aware that if he has served his purpose to me, I will gladly turn my back and walk up the ramp and leave him to suffer the same fate as I did on that “terrible” day. I am not a saint, nor is The Ace, he knows exactly how this game is played, we have a marriage of convenience which just so happens to have the added bonus of us actually getting along quite well despite out past.
Neither of us are under any sort of illusion, we both know the score. Jake is a valuable member of the backroom staff and as long as he continues to be so, he is useful to me. I am a rich benefactor who is willing to fund his lavish lifestyle and keep his wife and children happy, as long as I keep handing over the pay cheques Jake will have a use for me.
This isn’t some bromance or nationalistic homoerotic union, this is two men who are benefitting from working together and for as long as that continues, we will carry on what we are doing. It really is that simple, I don’t fear being screwed by Jake and he doesn’t fear being screwed by me. When we have served our purposes to one another, we will part ways and return to looking out for numero uno.
Sometimes, things don’t have to be complicated. We certainly do not need a defunct religious mythology to bind us together.
As for me deliberately keeping Jake away from my belt? Don’t be ridiculous, Crocodile Dundee. IF Jake earned a shot at me, he’d get one, regardless of our personal relationship, I have no qualms with kicking his teeth down his head to carry on down my path to immortality, and he is perfectly aware of that. This is a fair administration.
Right now, Jake has his hands full pursing a perfectly legitimate title which is currently wrapped around Andrew Jacobsen. If he ever impresses me enough to get a shot at the big prize, I’ll gladly extend him that offer. I am not a coward who needs to protect his interests by controlling others, I’ll prove that next Sunday when I lock myself inside hell to show the world I am the best in the business, despite the inherent health risks.
As for you “Captain”? I honestly don’t know what people expect me to feel about you, I’ve been impressed by your performances thus far and even though it’d be oh so easy to just makes “hilarious” quips about you being NCW’s very own Jimmy Saville, I am above needing to resort to such childish tactics.
You could be a force here in NCW, just like Cyrus, one day. The problem is that you’ve bitten off a little more than you can chew whilst trying to get a foot up and your name in lights.
I’m not entirely sure I am overly keen on knowing what exactly goes on in that head of yours, but take my advice, kid, the next time you think it is smart to make a name for yourself attacking a member of mine and Kelly’s administration, shake that little head of yours and file that idea away in the recycle bin and pray to God nobody knows about because I will not hesitate to squash little bugs in the system like you.
I admire your ambition, attacking such big names in this company is exactly what I would have done, but the difference is I am always smart enough to consider the consequences. Perhaps in another life you could have come under my wing, but alas, you have chosen the path of CDK which, I am afraid to tell you, will only lead to shenanigans and tomfoolery which whilst hilarious, will not be of any benefit to your career.
This week, you can have a sample of what the pinnacle of this company looks like. You need charisma, you need unrivalled in-ring talent and at the end of the day, you need to be able to utilise the most important muscle of them all.
No, I am no talking about the genetic jackhammer, but the squidgy grey mass which occupies the space between your ears, albeit in your case it is a little poorly wired up. Always think, before you act, because when you learn to plan your actions carefully, you’ll avoid the harsh lessons you will be forced to learn this Sunday when me and Jake show the world that you cannot buy experience, you have to acquire it through years of blood, sweat and tears.
Don’t alert me to your existence again boys.