Post by Mac on Aug 14, 2022 18:53:32 GMT -5
For Paul and Jackie
“False hope is a terrible thing, if it's the only thing keeping you alive you'll be dead by dawn.”
― Charlie Rae
Round one went as expected, but still a nod of respect to Chelsea for carrying her team as far as she could. I know you expected more of yourself, but being saddled with Arturo was your handicap, and so you have my sympathy. You also have my respect for a hard-fought match. What happened afterward had nothing to do with you personally. I’ve been telling people for years to be careful about the words they use when speaking to me. That was the reason that Arturo received the lawn dart treatment. I’m going to give Arturo some unsolicited advice, when addressing those who helped pave the way for you to earn a living, you might want to try a more respectful approach. As for that poor man’s version of Mac Bane….keep your nose out of my business kid. You have two strikes against you as it is, don’t go for three. I have a long history of shutting people up when they get sideways with me.
There are a few on your roster who understand me, take Bert for instance. I’ve known Bert for a number of years. He got caught up in the gnashing of teeth that was going on between Johnny and Chris, where I stay out of that unless I get dragged into the bullshit. My old friend Joe, out of all people, he’s the one that dragged me into that mess. Bert, thank you for seeing it for what it was and apologizing. That does not go unnoticed by me. As for that whole thing, that’s not my concern, I have nothing personal against Johnny, and I guess I’m one of the few that respects his accomplishments over the course of his career. Johnny is a lot of things, but he’s not a coward. He just has this habit of pissing people off. I’m not sure if he does it intentionally or if it’s purely accidental.
Up next though, the competition doesn’t get any weaker, we have Paul and Jackie in our cross-hairs. An excellent team, based on what they did to Bam and Peter, we know this is where we have to step up our game. We know if we lose then there are no representatives of The Enterprise left in this tournament. I cannot and will not have that. We are committed to the task at hand, and we will not back down or go away quietly.
{Velvet Rabbit(still under construction) - Las Vegas NV - “Fruition”}
Still standing at the window with Chris, I looked over at the arena that would host WGWF as it reemerged from the fires of old. It would all soon be new again and a new breed of warriors would take center stage. I would be one of them and I was proud of that fact. Candace stood not far away as I asked a question of Chris, “There’s a problem in Level Up, ya know?” Chris looked over at me, “yeah, but it’s not our problem.” I considered that, and I was prepared for the “We shouldn’t care a bit,” as I began to respond to him he cut me off. “The payday though, that could be an amazing thing. It would draw more attention to the promotion as well. Talk to the guys and see who would be in, is my first thought. We can deal with logistics later.” I was glad I had his vote of confidence in my idea. “Gloves first,” I said with a smile. We exchanged a fist bump, “You guys already have enough on your plate as it is.”
I laughed at Chris when the long sigh escaped him, almost as if it had finally hit him as to how busy he and his lovely bride were. “Don’t worry brother, we got this. I know you already told me that the ribs were a bit better. I wish we had more time for you to heal. I know for me, not being booked all over the world for a change has been good.” He nodded, “Same for me, having a couple of days to breathe has been good.” I nodded knowingly, we get less than the appropriate time to heal, it’s never enough unless a doctor declares us unfit to fight. The fight with Matt Knox was still heavy on my mind. Especially considering the continued war between him and Chris. Both men had gone way too far, but I wasn’t saying anything about that. That was not my fight and I was determined to keep it that way. Much to my surprise, Chris looked over at me, “Which problem specifically were you referring to?” I smiled, “The Game Changers.” He nodded, “I thought that might be the case.”
“Why do you care though, you already got revenge on them for what they did to Kat.” I cocked my head to the side, “Trent Steel is a personal friend of mine and has been for many years. He didn’t ask, but I’m a guy who sees a problem and wants to solve it.” He chuckled, “Okay Vanilla Ice.” I looked at him, “That may be the lamest thing you’ve ever said to me.” We both laughed at his reference to the failed rapper. “But that’s what it is man, they make the company look bad, and more importantly, they make my friend look bad.”
“I know Trent, he seems like the kind of man that can handle his own.” I nodded in agreement, “But why get his hands dirty when someone else can do that for him? The worst it can do is piss Trent off, I’ve lost friends for less than sticking my nose where it didn’t belong.” He laughed, “I have no doubts about that.” I heard Candace laugh in the background as we continued the conversation. “Seriously though,” I continued, “The type of people I would want to be partnering with is the outlaw types. The people we know that aren’t happy if they aren’t kicking someone's ass. The Outlaw types, The Outlaws of CCPE” Chris snapped his fingers, “That is fucking phenomenal.” I agreed with him, “That dog will definitely hunt.” He looked confused at first, “Sorry it’s a Texas thing. It means that I agree with you.”
Fade
{Unnamed bar - Las Vegas NV - “Some people never learn.”}
I’m the type of man that doesn’t have to go looking for trouble. It seems to have me on speed dial and GPS location services cranked up to eleven. Two wheels and the road beneath me were what I had felt would be good for my soul. I had taken a long assed ride, with no particular direction in mind. The warm air at eighty miles an hour on a hog had helped to flush the majority of the smell from my nose. I’d eased off the highway and pulled into a spot where I could get a drink. It was a hole-in-the-wall dive, far from Las Vegas. I parked far from the other bikes that were here, a courtesy in my way of thinking. In addition to the fact that I didn’t want anyone to confuse me as part of something, I hadn’t been a part of in a long time.
It wasn’t until I went to reach for my everyday carry that I noticed the decal on the gixxer. I knew that logo, I prayed that it was either a former member or a pretender. I loosen the pistol in my shoulder holster, just in case.
“You better be playing pretend kids, if the knights find out your in town they’ll be pissed.”
Despite my better judgment screaming at me to get on my bike and take my ass home, I turned the collar of my jacket up and opened the door to the bar. Unfortunately, it was not some pretender, there were half a dozen members of the “Bandidos”, all sitting at the bar. The bartender, an elderly man, probably in his early sixties looked terrified. I took my riding gloves off as I walked towards the bar, slapping them against my right thigh as I made my way. The dust from my jeans flew off, looking like a cloud in the few rays of sunlight that came cascading through the nearby window. The noise they made garnered some attention from the men at the bar. “We don’t serve your kind here.” The big man said to me flatly and without amusement or mirth. I looked over at the bartender who was trying his best to wave me off and get me to leave and I just smiled at him and at the guy sitting at the bar. I sauntered up to the bar, doing my best John Wayne stride. I leaned up next to the bar.
“My kind huh? You own this bar?” When he smiled I thought it was a trick of the light, you really don’t expect perfectly straight teeth or a brilliant smile when dealing with folks like this. “Somethin like that.” Again I smiled at the man, see, when you’re trying to pick a fight with someone, the last thing you really want to do is remain seated. “Well then, perhaps I can serve you, buy you a drink,” I said, with an amused wink at the bartender. The man glared at me as I smiled at him. “Bartender another round for these fine, upstanding gentlemen. Johnny Walker Blue for me.” The man sneered at me over his beer, then he said something stupid. “Want my number too, sweetheart? Maybe you want me to fuck you later?”
I looked down at the man who was still seated. I smiled at him as I took out my phone, and his buddies started to laugh.”No princess, I’ve already got your number.” He was struck dumb in that moment. He just looked at me like a doe does before it gets hit by a car. “See, you already violated the golden rule my friend. If you’re going to start shit with someone you don’t know. The last thing you should do is remain seated.” That’s when he tried to stand up. “We ain’t….arg….god...that...hurt!” As soon as he had tried to stand, I buried the heel of my cowboy boot on the side of his knee. It folded up nicely. Then I slammed his face into the bar on his way to the floor. The other five were drunkenly trying to get out of the chairs at the bar. They were doing a bad job of it as well. I just shoved the closest one and down they went like a drunken domino tower.
“Barkeep now would be a good time to call the cops.” With the commotion, that was all the barkeep needed as he ducked down behind the bar and called nine one one. They were all ready to fight, all six of them until my .45 cleared its holster. Evidently, a few of these boys were ex-military and immediately recognized the nineteen-eleven A that I was carrying. Once they settled down, I put my pistol back in its holster. The cops showed up to find all six of them seated on the floor. The bartender told the police about the harassment by the group and what I’d done in order to get them calmed down. He kept saying…“Damndest thing I’ve ever seen…” I did finally get my drink though. The poor barkeep offered me the entire bottle of Johnny Walker Blue for what I’d done. “Thanks, I appreciate it.” If he had money to throw away like that, I mean who am I to argue? They began leading the group out of the bar. “Maybe you ain’t cut out for this outlaw shit boys. You should probably find another means of making money. I hear Walmart is hiring.” I say with sarcasm dripping from my voice. A string of profanity by the group as they were being forced out of the bar by the local police. I laughed, and so did the bartender.
Fade.
Having done a promo with Chris earlier in the day, I was doing this one alone. There were some things that I needed to say, to make it from me, personally. I stood in my home studio, staring out the window as the camera was recording. I begin to speak in a soft baritone voice.
Before I start talking about Paul and Jackie, there’s another matter that deserves some air time. The Game Changers. Larry, this has become personal over the past few months between you and me. Remember when I told you that you’d get your shot at me, not so long ago? That time is drawing closer. So much closer than you can imagine big boy. It will still be at the time chosen by me, but you’ll know when it is. You won’t see me coming but you’ll definitely feel my presence. It will feel like the weight of the world crashing down on you.
I bark a laugh, as I go back to talking about the opponents that we have in front of us.
Now then, onto the task at hand. Paul said that this would be the biggest match of their young careers. That may be true and I appreciate the proffered respect, psyche yourself up kid, don’t psyche yourself out. You’ve been with me in a wrestling ring more than once. Not everyone in this match is a stranger are they Paul? You and I have a bit of history together. First, it was the battle royal, you eliminated Amber from that event and I in turn tried to take away your ability to walk. We played that fun little game for a bit, but that ended in your favor. You didn’t pin me, but you caused me to be eliminated. That is something to hang your hat on right there.
I turn and give the camera a wink, a smile, and a tip of my black cowboy hat.
We would later face each other again in the war games match. I helped Larry Tact win that match. Make no mistakes about it, I was the deciding factor in that match. For all the claims of greatness that the Game Changers spout off about, I was the reason that they won that match. I did what I did for my own very personal reasons. I won’t continue to regurgitate that, everyone knows I did it for Kat. What happened afterward, I call justice, he calls it being a coward but that’s for another day.
I hold my hands up in front of me, with the index fingers of each hand extended, symbolizing that he and I are 1 and 1 against each other.
So, this becomes a rubber match of sorts for you and me, but there’s something far more important at stake than pride. The finals for the gloves are in sight and have always been mine and Chris’ target, destination, or dare I say goal? I understand your motivation in this match, yall being the home team and all. Your partner is lesser known to me, but I do hope she keeps a tighter grip on her email and password in the future. Don’t feel bad though you aren't the first person to be duped by a friend like that, Jackie. Sometimes people don’t even resort to an email. I’ve seen people forge signatures on contract agreements to get the same result.
Lowering my hands back down, with a smile on my face. I love their confidence, I really do. Paul is a good person, but I feel like his confidence may be a bit premature.
On paper, this would appear to the many marks out there as a slaughter about to happen. I know differently, I know that all the metrics that are important to the nerds out there don’t matter. They look at the titles won, and the height and weight differences. All of that does contribute to the outcome of matches but it’s not everything. There is no measurement for heart and desire. Unless you’ve been in the ring with that person or people you have no idea how driven they are. Until you’ve seen it up close and personal, you have no idea how strong the desire to be great is. Once you have beaten that guy or girl down and watched them dig deeper than you thought they could, you have zero knowledge of the heart that person has. You cannot measure that, you can however snuff it out like a candle. You see, you’ve got this firm belief that you can overcome anything. You always seem to have hope. What would happen if Chris and I snuff out that light of hope and leave you reeling? Will you recover, will quit, will you bounce back stronger than before?
Sighing, I shake my head.
Do not bet your career on hope, my young friends. You are damn good fighters, you have no reasons to base your belief in “hope”, bet on yourself instead. “Hope” is a killer. That belief can get you hurt, not only physically but emotionally. It will drain your confidence faster than a blind date. Don’t be that guy who gets his ass whipped because he let Jesus take the wheel. You’re better than that. Keep a firm grip on that steering wheel, kids and you’ll go far. It just won’t be in this tournament. You have all the tools to be a champion, but it won’t be at our expense.
I give the camera a curt nod and get ready to wrap it up.
I’ll close this out by saying this. You and Jackie are a formidable team, you’ve already proved that by beating Bam and Vaughn. You have a ton of confidence because of that fact. Here’s a mac fact for you, we ain't them. There’s a reason that Chris and I have been winning titles for a combined fifty years in this business. It’s a belief in ourselves and our abilities, not in hope. We don’t “hope” for anything, we take what we want. To borrow a phrase from another old bastard, beat us if you can, survive if we let you.
“False hope is a terrible thing, if it's the only thing keeping you alive you'll be dead by dawn.”
― Charlie Rae
The Soft Intro
Round one went as expected, but still a nod of respect to Chelsea for carrying her team as far as she could. I know you expected more of yourself, but being saddled with Arturo was your handicap, and so you have my sympathy. You also have my respect for a hard-fought match. What happened afterward had nothing to do with you personally. I’ve been telling people for years to be careful about the words they use when speaking to me. That was the reason that Arturo received the lawn dart treatment. I’m going to give Arturo some unsolicited advice, when addressing those who helped pave the way for you to earn a living, you might want to try a more respectful approach. As for that poor man’s version of Mac Bane….keep your nose out of my business kid. You have two strikes against you as it is, don’t go for three. I have a long history of shutting people up when they get sideways with me.
There are a few on your roster who understand me, take Bert for instance. I’ve known Bert for a number of years. He got caught up in the gnashing of teeth that was going on between Johnny and Chris, where I stay out of that unless I get dragged into the bullshit. My old friend Joe, out of all people, he’s the one that dragged me into that mess. Bert, thank you for seeing it for what it was and apologizing. That does not go unnoticed by me. As for that whole thing, that’s not my concern, I have nothing personal against Johnny, and I guess I’m one of the few that respects his accomplishments over the course of his career. Johnny is a lot of things, but he’s not a coward. He just has this habit of pissing people off. I’m not sure if he does it intentionally or if it’s purely accidental.
Up next though, the competition doesn’t get any weaker, we have Paul and Jackie in our cross-hairs. An excellent team, based on what they did to Bam and Peter, we know this is where we have to step up our game. We know if we lose then there are no representatives of The Enterprise left in this tournament. I cannot and will not have that. We are committed to the task at hand, and we will not back down or go away quietly.
{Velvet Rabbit(still under construction) - Las Vegas NV - “Fruition”}
Still standing at the window with Chris, I looked over at the arena that would host WGWF as it reemerged from the fires of old. It would all soon be new again and a new breed of warriors would take center stage. I would be one of them and I was proud of that fact. Candace stood not far away as I asked a question of Chris, “There’s a problem in Level Up, ya know?” Chris looked over at me, “yeah, but it’s not our problem.” I considered that, and I was prepared for the “We shouldn’t care a bit,” as I began to respond to him he cut me off. “The payday though, that could be an amazing thing. It would draw more attention to the promotion as well. Talk to the guys and see who would be in, is my first thought. We can deal with logistics later.” I was glad I had his vote of confidence in my idea. “Gloves first,” I said with a smile. We exchanged a fist bump, “You guys already have enough on your plate as it is.”
I laughed at Chris when the long sigh escaped him, almost as if it had finally hit him as to how busy he and his lovely bride were. “Don’t worry brother, we got this. I know you already told me that the ribs were a bit better. I wish we had more time for you to heal. I know for me, not being booked all over the world for a change has been good.” He nodded, “Same for me, having a couple of days to breathe has been good.” I nodded knowingly, we get less than the appropriate time to heal, it’s never enough unless a doctor declares us unfit to fight. The fight with Matt Knox was still heavy on my mind. Especially considering the continued war between him and Chris. Both men had gone way too far, but I wasn’t saying anything about that. That was not my fight and I was determined to keep it that way. Much to my surprise, Chris looked over at me, “Which problem specifically were you referring to?” I smiled, “The Game Changers.” He nodded, “I thought that might be the case.”
“Why do you care though, you already got revenge on them for what they did to Kat.” I cocked my head to the side, “Trent Steel is a personal friend of mine and has been for many years. He didn’t ask, but I’m a guy who sees a problem and wants to solve it.” He chuckled, “Okay Vanilla Ice.” I looked at him, “That may be the lamest thing you’ve ever said to me.” We both laughed at his reference to the failed rapper. “But that’s what it is man, they make the company look bad, and more importantly, they make my friend look bad.”
“I know Trent, he seems like the kind of man that can handle his own.” I nodded in agreement, “But why get his hands dirty when someone else can do that for him? The worst it can do is piss Trent off, I’ve lost friends for less than sticking my nose where it didn’t belong.” He laughed, “I have no doubts about that.” I heard Candace laugh in the background as we continued the conversation. “Seriously though,” I continued, “The type of people I would want to be partnering with is the outlaw types. The people we know that aren’t happy if they aren’t kicking someone's ass. The Outlaw types, The Outlaws of CCPE” Chris snapped his fingers, “That is fucking phenomenal.” I agreed with him, “That dog will definitely hunt.” He looked confused at first, “Sorry it’s a Texas thing. It means that I agree with you.”
Fade
{Unnamed bar - Las Vegas NV - “Some people never learn.”}
I’m the type of man that doesn’t have to go looking for trouble. It seems to have me on speed dial and GPS location services cranked up to eleven. Two wheels and the road beneath me were what I had felt would be good for my soul. I had taken a long assed ride, with no particular direction in mind. The warm air at eighty miles an hour on a hog had helped to flush the majority of the smell from my nose. I’d eased off the highway and pulled into a spot where I could get a drink. It was a hole-in-the-wall dive, far from Las Vegas. I parked far from the other bikes that were here, a courtesy in my way of thinking. In addition to the fact that I didn’t want anyone to confuse me as part of something, I hadn’t been a part of in a long time.
It wasn’t until I went to reach for my everyday carry that I noticed the decal on the gixxer. I knew that logo, I prayed that it was either a former member or a pretender. I loosen the pistol in my shoulder holster, just in case.
“You better be playing pretend kids, if the knights find out your in town they’ll be pissed.”
Despite my better judgment screaming at me to get on my bike and take my ass home, I turned the collar of my jacket up and opened the door to the bar. Unfortunately, it was not some pretender, there were half a dozen members of the “Bandidos”, all sitting at the bar. The bartender, an elderly man, probably in his early sixties looked terrified. I took my riding gloves off as I walked towards the bar, slapping them against my right thigh as I made my way. The dust from my jeans flew off, looking like a cloud in the few rays of sunlight that came cascading through the nearby window. The noise they made garnered some attention from the men at the bar. “We don’t serve your kind here.” The big man said to me flatly and without amusement or mirth. I looked over at the bartender who was trying his best to wave me off and get me to leave and I just smiled at him and at the guy sitting at the bar. I sauntered up to the bar, doing my best John Wayne stride. I leaned up next to the bar.
“My kind huh? You own this bar?” When he smiled I thought it was a trick of the light, you really don’t expect perfectly straight teeth or a brilliant smile when dealing with folks like this. “Somethin like that.” Again I smiled at the man, see, when you’re trying to pick a fight with someone, the last thing you really want to do is remain seated. “Well then, perhaps I can serve you, buy you a drink,” I said, with an amused wink at the bartender. The man glared at me as I smiled at him. “Bartender another round for these fine, upstanding gentlemen. Johnny Walker Blue for me.” The man sneered at me over his beer, then he said something stupid. “Want my number too, sweetheart? Maybe you want me to fuck you later?”
I looked down at the man who was still seated. I smiled at him as I took out my phone, and his buddies started to laugh.”No princess, I’ve already got your number.” He was struck dumb in that moment. He just looked at me like a doe does before it gets hit by a car. “See, you already violated the golden rule my friend. If you’re going to start shit with someone you don’t know. The last thing you should do is remain seated.” That’s when he tried to stand up. “We ain’t….arg….god...that...hurt!” As soon as he had tried to stand, I buried the heel of my cowboy boot on the side of his knee. It folded up nicely. Then I slammed his face into the bar on his way to the floor. The other five were drunkenly trying to get out of the chairs at the bar. They were doing a bad job of it as well. I just shoved the closest one and down they went like a drunken domino tower.
“Barkeep now would be a good time to call the cops.” With the commotion, that was all the barkeep needed as he ducked down behind the bar and called nine one one. They were all ready to fight, all six of them until my .45 cleared its holster. Evidently, a few of these boys were ex-military and immediately recognized the nineteen-eleven A that I was carrying. Once they settled down, I put my pistol back in its holster. The cops showed up to find all six of them seated on the floor. The bartender told the police about the harassment by the group and what I’d done in order to get them calmed down. He kept saying…“Damndest thing I’ve ever seen…” I did finally get my drink though. The poor barkeep offered me the entire bottle of Johnny Walker Blue for what I’d done. “Thanks, I appreciate it.” If he had money to throw away like that, I mean who am I to argue? They began leading the group out of the bar. “Maybe you ain’t cut out for this outlaw shit boys. You should probably find another means of making money. I hear Walmart is hiring.” I say with sarcasm dripping from my voice. A string of profanity by the group as they were being forced out of the bar by the local police. I laughed, and so did the bartender.
Fade.
[In-Studio - Las Vegas NV - “Let’s talk about it”]
Having done a promo with Chris earlier in the day, I was doing this one alone. There were some things that I needed to say, to make it from me, personally. I stood in my home studio, staring out the window as the camera was recording. I begin to speak in a soft baritone voice.
Before I start talking about Paul and Jackie, there’s another matter that deserves some air time. The Game Changers. Larry, this has become personal over the past few months between you and me. Remember when I told you that you’d get your shot at me, not so long ago? That time is drawing closer. So much closer than you can imagine big boy. It will still be at the time chosen by me, but you’ll know when it is. You won’t see me coming but you’ll definitely feel my presence. It will feel like the weight of the world crashing down on you.
I bark a laugh, as I go back to talking about the opponents that we have in front of us.
Now then, onto the task at hand. Paul said that this would be the biggest match of their young careers. That may be true and I appreciate the proffered respect, psyche yourself up kid, don’t psyche yourself out. You’ve been with me in a wrestling ring more than once. Not everyone in this match is a stranger are they Paul? You and I have a bit of history together. First, it was the battle royal, you eliminated Amber from that event and I in turn tried to take away your ability to walk. We played that fun little game for a bit, but that ended in your favor. You didn’t pin me, but you caused me to be eliminated. That is something to hang your hat on right there.
I turn and give the camera a wink, a smile, and a tip of my black cowboy hat.
We would later face each other again in the war games match. I helped Larry Tact win that match. Make no mistakes about it, I was the deciding factor in that match. For all the claims of greatness that the Game Changers spout off about, I was the reason that they won that match. I did what I did for my own very personal reasons. I won’t continue to regurgitate that, everyone knows I did it for Kat. What happened afterward, I call justice, he calls it being a coward but that’s for another day.
I hold my hands up in front of me, with the index fingers of each hand extended, symbolizing that he and I are 1 and 1 against each other.
So, this becomes a rubber match of sorts for you and me, but there’s something far more important at stake than pride. The finals for the gloves are in sight and have always been mine and Chris’ target, destination, or dare I say goal? I understand your motivation in this match, yall being the home team and all. Your partner is lesser known to me, but I do hope she keeps a tighter grip on her email and password in the future. Don’t feel bad though you aren't the first person to be duped by a friend like that, Jackie. Sometimes people don’t even resort to an email. I’ve seen people forge signatures on contract agreements to get the same result.
Lowering my hands back down, with a smile on my face. I love their confidence, I really do. Paul is a good person, but I feel like his confidence may be a bit premature.
On paper, this would appear to the many marks out there as a slaughter about to happen. I know differently, I know that all the metrics that are important to the nerds out there don’t matter. They look at the titles won, and the height and weight differences. All of that does contribute to the outcome of matches but it’s not everything. There is no measurement for heart and desire. Unless you’ve been in the ring with that person or people you have no idea how driven they are. Until you’ve seen it up close and personal, you have no idea how strong the desire to be great is. Once you have beaten that guy or girl down and watched them dig deeper than you thought they could, you have zero knowledge of the heart that person has. You cannot measure that, you can however snuff it out like a candle. You see, you’ve got this firm belief that you can overcome anything. You always seem to have hope. What would happen if Chris and I snuff out that light of hope and leave you reeling? Will you recover, will quit, will you bounce back stronger than before?
Sighing, I shake my head.
Do not bet your career on hope, my young friends. You are damn good fighters, you have no reasons to base your belief in “hope”, bet on yourself instead. “Hope” is a killer. That belief can get you hurt, not only physically but emotionally. It will drain your confidence faster than a blind date. Don’t be that guy who gets his ass whipped because he let Jesus take the wheel. You’re better than that. Keep a firm grip on that steering wheel, kids and you’ll go far. It just won’t be in this tournament. You have all the tools to be a champion, but it won’t be at our expense.
I give the camera a curt nod and get ready to wrap it up.
I’ll close this out by saying this. You and Jackie are a formidable team, you’ve already proved that by beating Bam and Vaughn. You have a ton of confidence because of that fact. Here’s a mac fact for you, we ain't them. There’s a reason that Chris and I have been winning titles for a combined fifty years in this business. It’s a belief in ourselves and our abilities, not in hope. We don’t “hope” for anything, we take what we want. To borrow a phrase from another old bastard, beat us if you can, survive if we let you.
