Oh, so you're Chris. Are you the help then? Because you're certainly not a wrestler. I just want to help you find yourself, and you're true calling. It's not here. I don't even think I belong here, but the people in chrge keep throwing titles at me. Success, I know something you'll never experience. You want to live through me, then? Here I'll do you a favour, after I take your belt, and then put Tush to sleep and throw him from the scaffold, I will dedicate those wins to you. Charity for a sick kid kinda deal, except you're not sick, just worthless.

You have an armless little person living by you? Does he keep you around so he can always remember it could be worse? Or, do you keep him around so you have something to aspire to? I know that George needed someone to aspire to be after he first got sick, it helped him to get better. Maybe this guy is helping you get better. Whatever helps you overcome whatever it is that makes you so terrible at life. What is it that keeps you down? What makes you so worthless? Is it the same thing wrong with Maverick? An inflated sense of worth and a dirty nappy? Or, did your mum not love you enough.

I understand that, I think if my kid was like you, I'd love him less. And everyone can tell you, I'm really loving and sweet. Something about you, though. It makes me not want to love you, or give you change when I see you with your cup on the street. Do me a favour, MacBeth, don't remind people we're both Brits. I don't want them drawing too many connections between us. They might thing we're friends or something. I'm friends with everyone, but not you. You're just someone I need to pin.

I reach into my sock, and pull out a new bottle of Vodka. Use my teeth to pull the top off before chugging it down. Once it's mostly empty I bust Chris over the head with it again and pin him.

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