I get to go to the Bahamas and step into the ring against Jim Jimson and Konrad Raab in a triple threat match. Not much left in my tank. I sorta went off-grid for a bit but that's okay.
The wrestling life isn't exactly glamorous and sometimes I just need to disappear. Getting too old for this shit. Maybe its time to call it a career. Who knows? All I know is I honor my bookings and even though I am looking at losing. It's worth it to a degree. I wish I had held onto my money better but I didn't. Now I gotta deal with the consequences.
I should have never claimed to be the best wrestler. Its a load of bullshit and nonsense. I got kept around because I was too dumb to quit. I'm the definition of a crash test dummy. I land through barbed wire. Get back up. Do it again. Not even worth it anymore. What's the point? Nothing really matters in the end. I am gonna be dead someday and yeah, people may mourn me. But what did I accomplish? Absolutely nothing. Later XWF.
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