" The loose tongued, pompous blowhard known to the world as John Samuels wants all of you onlookers to believe that he craves my attention, and badly. What he doesn't know is that I know just how little truth there is to his brazenly spoofed facade—for this man who cannot even defeat the likes of Michael McBride and Joshua Solomon in a lackluster competition of incompetency most assuredly wants no part of the travesties of the American dream that I would easily scorch his already narrowed path with. You'll need to slake your needs at the expense of some other name, Samuels; you were chosen early in this draft merely as a personal shot from your captain to another captain—your lowly league can't even exist in my world, you jester's accessory. "

" So sad it is, truly; so often we see this same example: another name once revered in these senescent halls now clings to the memories of bedraggled grandeur that made him believe he was once a man. "

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Evertrust's voice reaches an all time high in the tones of sarcasm and mockery, as if now deliberately baiting the helpless mooncalf.
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" Now all John Samuels is, is a lighthearted joke for Lovermind Vincent Lane to name his sexual reproductive organ after—and John will do nothing about it. "

" Because he can't still go. "

" So at least seeing Vincent actively competing as often as he does still gives 'The Senator' some credibility… at least in some limply contorted view. "

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Sad face. A wiping of that solitary tear—albeit fake, still the only one John's story is worth.
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