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Neville Sinclair · **07-14-2017, 10:18 PM**

Bath 860 BC

Why weren't the pigs having the same skin problems other swine were having?

It was the question that plagued him as he pondered a way to solve his own predicament. These pigs had something going for them that allowed them to look the healthiest he’d ever seen. And it wasn’t fair. A great man like him would be stuck with a foul disease like leprosy while the pigs had the skin of the gods he hated so much. He had to notice what was happening.

Bladud walked around the property he was given to tend pigs to notice anything. Could it be the slop they ate? Couldn’t be, he was already eating the same table scraps as all of them. What about the grass they spent most of their time in? That was the same grass he’d always seen. There was nothing special about it. As Bladud approached the gate at the edge of the property an egg-like scent struck him. This was odd and something that he’d never taken great notice of. He’d smelled something like it, but always assumed it stemmed from food scraps. He came to a place where a number of pigs were spending time in the mud and the scent got stronger. There was something different about this mud. Maybe rubbing it on his face would solve things. It was all he had. If he rubbed the mud on a small area, he’d be able to see if this worked, so he chose a small spot on his right arm and now all he could do was wait.

A week passed and surreally the spot on his arm improved greatly. He rubbed it on his entire body, and as time went on he found everything improving. So Bladud took a shovel and dug where the pigs were. A five foot hole filled up, as he got deeper it moved from being less mud to more water.

This is mine now, it’s not fit for pigs.

Bladud built a fence around the area so the swine couldn’t get in. In weeks he would be unrecognizable. The townspeople wouldn’t believe it was him. He could regain his nobility and go back to being a great man. Surely the fools would blame the gods for his healing, possibly telling him his faith is what healed him. But he knew the secret. Bladud wasn’t healed because he listened or emulated the gods, he was healed because he became like the pigs.

But not for long….
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Bath, ENG July 14, 2017

Neville was seen once again sitting in the mineral pools in Bath, England. This structure was normally closed to the public, most on the tour wouldn’t ever be able to get close to the water, but Neville knew the right people. They didn’t want to taint the water. They told the public that because the pipes were lead, it posed a health risk for people to get in. But not for Neville, he knew this was because they kept it for moments like this. Royalty, Celebrities, and great men like him were able to feast on these waters. And they worked. A day later and the bruises were quickly subsiding. Neville was healing faster than thought human possible. Doctors would marvel, he would be ready and angry for his match against RL Edgar this Saturday.

Can you smell that? The egg-y sulphur smell that accentuates this fantastic building? Some are turned off it. I imagine what it must have been like for the men who first discovered hot springs. Why go near the egg smelling warm water when there was fresh flowing cold water nearby? Can you imagine wanting to go into it? But they followed the pigs. Animals are a good telling sign for when something is good for humans. Trust a bird eating a berry to know if it’s poisonous or not. Follow the seabirds to find the ocean. Trust the pigs.

Neville smiles with one of his half smiles and looks intently at the camera

That’s what I’ve been doing here these days. I’m watching, waiting, listening to all of you trying to play your game. It’s been a bit embarrassing too, I’ve never heard such an awful group of gay-slurring morons try to make complete sentences. Half of you mean to be the most offensive people on the face of this earth, and the other half accomplish it just by being so damn stupid. Honestly, I’d bet on the lot of you that we will get a great Darwin Awards story out of this group. Someone will finally end their own misery by doing something so stupid it ends their pathetic little life. It’s shocking how amazingly inept a group of people can be. But this is what I need to do, be like the pigs and conquer a group so dumb most geniuses in the world couldn’t solve them.

Neville gets out of the bath and once more sits on the ledge taking a break from the water that is exhausting him.

And that brings me once again to RL Edgar. I barely know who this guy is, and once more I will barely see a challenge posed to me. I have what a 15 minute time limit given me? I give myself 3 minutes for this one. Will you guys time me? Anything past this time will be a huge disappointment for me. So Saturday, I will retain this title. It’s already a given, I can start thinking of next week. Maybe I’ll have a challenge there.

So RL, take your Millennial, White Trash ass back to wherever it is you’ve disappeared to. Go back there, re-evaluate your life, and come back when you either have a better gimmick. At least try and make it interesting next time. Or at least try and show up in the fight next time, could you? I’m not worried about you at all, I’m worried about how you’ve made me look. Neville Sinclair will be one of the greatest champions because he’s fought the best. You’re a shit stain on what will one day be an amazing record. Thank you for being a mere footnote.

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