(OOC: so sorry for the lacklustre output this week, folks; much like Jarvis, I’ve been sick)
I woke up Friday morning and my head was pounding. The kind of aching that seems to pervade all thought, all consciousness. The kind of pain that makes you unsure what the date is, where you are…who you are.
There’s going to be no KingCast this week. No Daniels vs. King. Just some honest thoughts, as I can manage them as I sit here, laid up in bed with this cold.
Speaking of which, is there anything worse than being sick when you’re in the middle of a heatwave? I mean, luckily, it’s broken a bit recently, but Jesus – sitting here with this fever and earache and migraine is amplifying the worst of my feelings at the moment.
And bad feelings, I’ve got them, brother.
End Games was a rough time. It always fucking is. I’ve got bumps and bruises on top of scrapes and scars. I’d be aching if I wasn’t sick. The thing about that sort of match is that you don’t ever actually get anything out of it unless you win. And I didn’t win. So, all I got was a new set of pains, and a bit of heartache.
Well, maybe not all. I got a good look at my tag team partner. A peculiar man. Here’s the thing, Mr. Bentley – I still don’t know what this is all about. You’ve taken a weird interest in me. Obsession, maybe. You’re not the first, Bent – I’ve been down this road before, and while I don’t know what particular twists and turns you’re thinking that we’re going to go down, it’s going to end in the same town. And this town, dear Ringmaster, isn’t big enough for the both of us.
But before that, you and I are going down that other well-worn road – strange bedfellows. I swear, I must have some sort of record for having to team with a guy who hates my guts the most times in CWF history.
We’re taking on the team of Mikey Unlikely and the – I hope self-aware-ly, ironically named – Beautiful Booby Dean.
Wait, sorry, Bobby. I can’t help it, guys – he has man-maries.
I could waste a bunch of time telling you why these two aren’t worth my time, and how this is going to be a cakewalk and blah blah blah. The simple fact of it is this – I’m tired, I’m sore, and I’m full of bad feelings. And this week on Evolution, I’m going to take them all out on you.