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Thaddeus Duke · (07-01-2021)

Woolworth Tower || Tribeca – New York City || 9:36 AM

For the last few weeks, I’ve put Italy out of my mind. Or at least, the things I saw while I was there, because life goes on and it doesn’t stop for us to mourn. Since I’ve been back here stateside, I feel like I’ve handled things rather well considering everything that happened. I’ve had my quiet moments of grief I think, like most anyone would. And honestly, my mother deserved for someone to cry for her, to miss her, to love her. She never deserved the hand she was dealt.

Today though, might be difficult. I told Liz so my mothers grandchildren can be there and I told Dolly, that’s it. Today’s the day I put my mother in the ground so that she can rest peacefully for as long as time exists. My grandfather and Jacob? They’re not gonna be so lucky. They’re the reason an innocent woman lost her life. They’re the reason I’ve grown up without a mother and had she been guilty of what they so easily convinced my father she was guilty of, certainly things would be different. But she isn’t so they’re not.

Bringing her home was only the first leg of her last ride. By home, I sure as shit don’t mean Connecticut. I’d never dishonor her memory by burying her in the house that is a symbol of the entity that took her away. She was born here in New York City but she grew up on Long Island. I want her to rest where she was happiest, with the sunshine and the salt air.

I tried hard to find the Nguyen’s, her adoptive parents. Word is that after my mother passed, they’d taken off back to Vietnam. Nguyen there, is like Smith here and I just ran out of time. It’ll just be me, Frankie, Liz, Talon and Caitlyn. No one else. She was a devoted Catholic before she met my father so against my better judgment and despite the role the Church played in her demise, I’ve given the green light for Catholic services. At the end of the day, this is all for her, not for me. Sure as shit not the Illuminatus. A quick service in a church followed by a short six mile procession to the cemetery. Frankie and I were going to walk behind the hearse, but he started getting cold feet over walking six miles so I had my Harley and his dirt bike brought to the church.

To be honest, I struggled over what name to put on her stone. Nguyen? After her parents? Henry? After her birth parents? I was certain I didn’t want it to read Duke because wearing that last name killed her as much as anything else. Finally, it was Elizabeth that convinced me to stay with Duke. Our children are named Duke and that seemed important. After all, had my mother never met and married my father, there would be no Thaddeus, no Talon nor Caitlyn.

Standing in the bathroom and staring in the mirror as I fix my hair, I spy Liz enter my bedroom with one of the babies in her hand.

”Hey,” I call out to her as I’m finishing up. ”Were the babies good on the trip up?”

”They slept like babies,” she jokes as she lays Talon on the bed, then plops down next to him.

”THAD!” Frankie calls out from the hallway. ”Caitlyn just spit up on me!” he cries out as he enters with my daughter in his arms.

”Well what’d you do to her!?” I fire back at him facetiously.

”Frankie baby, that just means she loves you,” Liz tries to calm him and he stops in his tracks and stares at her for a few moments. He then takes a couple steps toward her.

”C’mere lemme throw up on you and you tell me what that means,” he says through his own laughter.

”You don’t even have your shirt on yet, what the hell are you bitching about?”

He looks at me with a scowl and hands his sister to her mother before turning his tiny body toward me.

”It went in my pants!” And sure enough, there’s a white streak of vile baby puke from his chest all the way down his belly.

”Go take another shower,” I say with a bit of a laugh. He sighs and rolls his eyes.

”Okay, but I’ve reached my quota for the week,” he says as he turns for the door. He points at Liz and scowls again like he did to me. ”This is your fault. Every time I hold them, she pukes on me and Talon pees on me and I’m pretty sure you put them up to it!” he says before exiting the bedroom.

Honestly, I can’t help but laugh.

”He’s rather chipper today isn’t he?”

”I’m fairly sure he’s intent on being a pillar of strength,” I say as I exit the bathroom and take Caitlyn from her. ”Liz, I wasn’t sure how or when to bring this up but since I have a rather booked solid kind of day, I thought now is as bad a time as any.”

”As bad a time as any?” she clues in as I take Caitlyn from her arms and lay her next to Talon. Sitting on the floor on my knees as I rub their little baby chests while they sleep, I figure she can’t get too mad when I have the babies.

I mean, right?

”I gotta require you to move back up here,” I say to her point blank.

”Require?” she repeats incredulously and hops off the bed in her traditional ‘fight with Thad’ stance. ”Honey you lost the right to require anything from me the moment you made me leave.”

”This isn’t about you… heyyyyy….” I tell her before turning my attention to Talon who’s opened his eyes and lets out a yawn.

”I’ll be doing no such thing, Thad,” she says, standing her ground.

”Well, I can’t force you to do anything, but you knew what you were getting into before you ever got pregnant,” I remind her and she scoffs.

”I got pregnant,” she huffs under her breath. ”In case you forgot, you were there too.”

”Which is exactly why we’re even having this discussion,” I tell her as Talon grips my index finger. ”Oooo daddies big strong boy!

“Your parents house isn’t big enough for 24 hour security detail. So Frankie and I will go to Connecticut while you and the children stay here. In the meantime, you can pick whatever house you want in New York State so long as its large enough for a security detail.

“Obviously you can have whatever money you want, hire anyone you want for anything you want,” I continue laying down the law as Talon falls back to sleep and I get to my feet.

”But this is happening whether you like it or not.”

”You’re un-fuckin-believable sometimes, I swear,” she says in a hushed tone but clearly very angry.

”I have a duty to protect my children Liz,” I try to soften my demeanor. ”They’re not just random children. I’m sorry that it has to be this way, but their blood is my blood and my blood is dangerous.”

”You really never quit fucking me do you?” she asks rhetorically in her hushed anger.

”Well, just like every time before, there’s never been a bad one,” I retort, causing her to scoff and roll her eyes.

”What if I refuse?” she asks.

”Listen, I truly am sorry that it has to be this way,” I tell her genuinely. ”You’re free to go where you want, live where you want, do what you want,” I say before pointing to the sleeping babies. ”They however, are not.

“They go where I need them to go, they stay where I need them to stay.”

I realize I’m coming across as a gigantic dickhead right now, but by the same token, as much as she doesn’t have a choice, neither do I.

”They’re coming up here whether you’re with them or not.”

”How long?” she asks quietly, clearly defeated.

”You can stay there until… well, you know...” I answer her, referring to her fathers pending doom. ”But after that… I’m sorry Liz, but I don’t have a choice.”

Taking the children and saying nothing, she exits my bedroom and heads downstairs. I have mixed emotions about the whole thing and its easy to sit in judgment upon me, but most refuse to see things through my eyes. A lot of people see who I am as some stage production and sometimes I wish that it was. The fact of the matter is really quite simple: I’m the monarch of a legitimate recognized nation. There are threats upon my life daily and as a result, there will be threats on theirs too. That will always take precedence over personal wants and desires. Both mine and hers.

And it should.

Later in the day as the funeral bells toll overhead, I stand alone beside my mothers casket inside the church. Quietly, I reflect on the journey I’ve been on for the last several months. It’s been a roller coaster to be sure as I sought the truth. I’ve now learned that truth and I’ve set out to rectify it in the only way available to me. Hearing the footsteps behind me, I turn to see Liz, Frankie and all the rest file in, before returning my attention to my mothers casket. By the rest, I mean James and much of the local contingent of the Illuminatus.

Today, my hope is that I reach some kind of closure. That I can finally make peace with myself and what the Illuminatus did to her, to let her go and let her rest. It isn’t easy for me. The only living memory I have, is me covered in her blood and her dying in my arms. I fear that memory will haunt me for the rest of my life.

Inside my jacket is a photograph I found and I’ve been debating with myself quietly as to whether or not I should display it. I take it from my jacket and look at it a few moments before setting it upright on top of her casket.

They looked so happy, I think to myself and for a moment it brings a smile.

”We were happy,” comes my mothers voice from behind me. It startles me as I turn around to see her. No wounds and no blood. Just her in the dress she wears inside the box. Like so many times before, time seems to stand still. Not a breath, not a sound, not a bell, not a single solitary movement from anyone in attendance.

”Look at you,” she says with a smile as she approaches me, and grabs me by the hands. ”Handsome and strong,” she says causing me to smile a little. ”Loved and respected. Feared, by the right people.”

”How do you feel?” I ask of her, motioning my head toward their wedding picture. ”About that, I mean.”

”I loved your father,” she says with a slight shrug of her shoulder. ”Despite everything that happened honey, even at the end I still did.”

”How?” I ask and she just shoots a little smile. ”How could you still?”

”Your father isn’t as mentally strong as you are,” she replies.

”I’m talking to my mother who is dead, so I’m not sure mentally strong is the exact phrasing I’d use,” I say while shooting her a smile back.

”We all cope in different ways sweetheart,” she says, stifling a chuckle. ”Sebastian struggled for a long time to be everything your grandfather wanted him to be and he never could live up to such high expectations.

“Which means it was easy for them to manipulate him.”

”You’re not even mad at him?”

”I’m dead honey, it’s difficult to stay mad,” she says, giving me a chuckle. She takes my hand and leads me down the aisle.

”I wish you weren’t,” I admit to her.

”Yeah it has such finality to it,” she jokes as we come to a stop near Elizabeth and the children. ”She’s good for you, you know?”

”It’s not meant to be,” I say in response and mom just looks at me. ”She’s great, honestly. But I don’t love her the way I ought to.”

”And the babies… uhhh! Just gorgeous honey.”

”I had help,” I joke.

”And Francis,” she says, eyeing him with a huge smile. ”He’s gonna grow up to be just like you.”

”About that,” I say with a scratch of my head. ”I’m not so sure that’s a good thing.”

”Baby we all have flaws,” she says in an effort to reassure me. ”He’s picking up your best qualities.”

”I wish you could’ve met them all.”

”Me too,” she says with a tear in her eye.

”Do you uhhhh… remember me? I mean at the end?”

She stares at me a long moment.

”Put that out of your mind honey. Move on.”

”That’s really hard,” I say with a tear of my own. ”How did you even know it was me?”

”I didn’t at first,” she answers. ”But then I looked into your eyes and noticed you eyebrow and... mothers just know.”

”I tried so hard to stop it,” I say as she wipes my tears away.

”Baby you couldn’t have,” she says, again trying to reassure me. ”You couldn’t have changed what happened, no matter how hard you tried,” she explains as we head back toward her casket.

”I love you mom,” I say to her. ”I don’t know why, but it’s important to me that you know that.”

”I know baby,” she says with a smile ”I love you too. Always.”

”You gotta go now huh?” I ask as we reach the altar. She nods. ”Will you come see me again? Your visits are far more enjoyable than my grandfathers visits,” I say with a laugh.

”In time perhaps,” she says with a chuckle as she lets go of my hand. ”But for now its time to let go.”

I’m startled suddenly with a nudge on my right side. Turning to my right I’m surprised to see my father standing beside me with the twins in his hands. For a moment, I turn back to my mother who’s no longer there.

”I’m sorry for not inviting you to this,” I tell him as I take Caitlyn from his arms. He stares down at Talon with a bit of pride on his face.

”Forget it,” he says quietly as he gently touches Talon’s cheek.

”How’d you know?” I ask of him.

”Tritter,” he replies quickly. ”He looks just like you,” he says. Clearly referring to Talon and not Lincoln Tritter. ”I don’t mean he shares features. I mean I look at him, and I see you. Top to bottom. It’s really fucking creepy.”

”He can thank me when he’s older,” I joke.

”Hopefully he’s a bit more humble,” my dad says with a shake of his head.

”If you looked like me, would you be humble?” again I joke.

”Shut up,” he says with the slightest smile. ”Where’d you get the picture?”

”Found it,” I answer him as if I were a kid being accused of theft.

”Were you just talking to her?” he asks and I only look at him. ”You were mumbling,” he tries to explain. ”I’m fairly certain you weren’t praying.”

”Yeah,” I say with a little bit of shame. ”She doesn’t hate you.” I just look at him and watch him bite his lower lip. ”I guess maybe you needed to hear that.”

He hesitates a moment before nodding.

”If she doesn’t... then how can I, ya know?”

He looks at me a second, and slaps me gently on the shoulder. Our conversation pretty much stops then and there. Moments later we found ourselves sitting in pews and glazing over while the priest recited his bible verses. The babies became a little restless, so mostly I just tended to them during the service.

Afterwards, I helped Liz get the babies into the car before escorting my mothers casket to the hearse with Frankie and my father by my side. I don’t have the feeling of family and kinship often, but today… things just feel different and I’m proud to be my fathers son and Frankie’s dad.

”This was nice, you doing this for her,” my father says quietly as the driver closes the hearse door. He hides his eyes behind a pair of dark sunglasses.

”Well, she deserved better than she got,” I reply to him quietly. ”How are you dealing with everything?” I ask him and he just looks over at me. ”I mean it can’t be easy, knowing what you know now.”

”It isn’t,” he answers as I take a seat on my Harley. ”When are you destroying the bodies?” he asks, referring to my grandfather and his best friend Jake.

”In a few days.”

”How are you gonna do it?” he asks.

”I’m not destroying them,” I answer him. ”Their caskets will be filled with cement and then dropped into the ocean. I’m just washing my hands of it.”

”Let me do it,” he requests and I take a few moments to ponder it. ”It needs to be me,” he says as Frankie, dressed in his suit and tie and wearing his full face helmet with one of those mohawks attached to the top tries and fails to kick start his dirt bike.

”Fine,” I answer him. ”I’ll let you know the details.”

”What the hell Thad?” Frankie interrupts our moment.

”What?”

”You said you fixed it and now it doesn’t even start!”

”Turn the gas on dumbass,” I say to him as my father just shakes his head. As Frankie leans over to turn the gas on, another motorcycle is approaching.

Dolly Waters.

She rolls to a stop behind me and kills the engine.

”What are you doin’ here?” I ask her with a smile.

Isn’t this what friends do?

”You didn’t have to come all this way,” I tell her as off in the distance another motorcycle is coming up behind us. More appropriately, a trike.

Corey Smith.

He rolls up beside Dolly and kills his engine. Giving him a once over, I can’t help but laugh. He’s decked out in elbow pads, knee pads, shin guards and a helmet that’s exactly like Frankie’s. Even has the mohawk.

”I didn’t know big boy bikes came with a training wheels option,” I joke as I step off the bike and make my way to him before giving him a giant hug.

”I’ve done some research, three wheels are exactly one third more manly than two,” he jokes, causing me to laugh.

”Hey Core, sweet helmet!”

”Yeah man, you too!” Corey replies to the little guy.

”Frankie, you always worry about your small size, just take a look at Corey,” I tell the child. ”He’s small and still pretty successful.”

”Hey! I’m not small, I’m petite.”

”Yeah,” I reply as I begin to go back to my bike. ”Those mean the same thing.”

And yet another motorcycle. This rider wears no helmet and his long blond hair flies in the wind and ride a custom chopper.

Jimmy fuckin’ Caedus.

He pulls to a stop behind Corey and Dolly and steps off his bike, coming toward me. He’s back in the XWF, sure, but he and I haven’t seen each other once. He and I ‘meet in the middle’ so to speak.

”Jimmy!” I call out excitedly as we we shake hands.

“Thadly, my man!” he calls back as he pulls me into a bro bearhug.

”What the hell you doin’ here bro?”

“Support and solidarity of my homeboy! Once family always family, you know how I roll bro. The fed is the fed, and yeah we've been opponents and most likely will be again, nature 'a the beast...but I wouldn't leave you hangin', especially not over somethin' like this.”

”Thad who the hell is that?” Frankie asks. Jim's eyes light up.

Turning back toward him momentarily. ”His name is Jim Caedus,” I answer him back. ”He’s one of the best, most loyal friends I’ve ever had.”

”He’s like a labradoodle,” Corey says to Frankie.

”Quiet Corey, the World Champions are speaking,” I joke.

BURRRN! Dolly jokes.

”Owww that was cold.”

Stepping from his dirt bike, Frankie comes to introduce himself to Jim. ”Frankie Duke sir,” he says with an extended hand. ”Thad that was the first time I said that out loud,” he whispers. ”You’re right, it’s weird,” he says, causing me to laugh. Jim grabs his little hand, beaming.

”It's an honor to meet you young master Duke,” Jim says as he looks at me. ”Bro...awesome! What a cool little buttkicker!” he states as he looks back down to Frankie. ”You have quite a grip, I may be looking at a future Universal Cha...”

”I hate to break up this… reunion… but I’m pretty sure the hearse is about to leave without all of you,” my dad interrupts.

Ignoring him for the moment, I just take a glance around at the closest friends I’ve ever had in the wrestling business and in life. ”At the risk of sounding like an over emotional hormonal woman...”

”No its cool, we’re used to it,” Corey says, causing me to chuckle.

”I love you all and I appreciate y’all goin’ outta your way to lift me up a little bit,” I conclude as Frankie and I make our way back to our bikes and step on.

”You lot are lookin’ like the worlds most ridiculous motorcycle gang,” my dad jokes.

For a moment, I turn my head to look at my friends and all of their eccentricities. ”Worlds most ridiculously adorable motorcycle gang you mean,” I say as I hit the switch and fire up my Harley. The other four follow suit as my dad makes his way to his awaiting Navigator behind us with a pat on my left shoulder.

The hearse rolls forward and my closest friends, the best kid and a sometimes okay dad help me escort my mother from the church to the cemetery where she can finally rest in paradise. The ride is about six miles and as funeral processions go, takes only around ten minutes. In contrast to the rest of today’s events, me, my friends and my father take over the role of pallbearers at the cemetery as we take care to set her down gently over the grave.

While it certainly isn’t a happy day, it has been a good day. My friends showed up in full force. My father too. And I’m learning to accept things as they are despite how hard it is to do it. No one knows my desire to go back into my grandfathers memories and try to stop what happened. Mom told me it wasn’t possible, but there’s a lot of things that happen in my life that are considered impossible, yet they’ve happened. The fact that I live and breathe today at 22 years old is proof of that. While a huge part of me wants to try and change history, to bring my mother back, I know that if I tried it’d be messing with forces that I don’t understand. If I were successful, what would that alter in today’s reality?

Standing graveside surrounded by the people I love more than anything as the priest delivers his scriptures, I begin to think back to my grandfathers memories now forever burned into my own. I remember what he said when he was talking to Jacob in his old farmhouse. I remember him discussing plans against my mother and the fact that he’d hold off on my return until my mother was out of the picture. If I went back, like I want to. If I stopped the unjustifiable death of my mother, like I want to. What does that mean for me? What kind of Pandora’s Box would I open? If she never died, would I have ever been reborn at all? And that’s less about me and more about those I surround myself with. Without me in the world, does Frankie’s entire world crumble the way it did? Does his father still kill his mother? What if it alters things in such a way that Keith Rickle in his momentary insanity kills Frankie too?

You gotta remember: when Keith killed Frankie’s mom, Frankie was with me. How could I live with myself if I did what I’d like to do and it ends up wiping him from the world? That’s just something I could never consider. With my mother among the living and me not, that eliminates my natural born children too. It’s just not an option no matter how much I wish it were.

Feeling a nudge against my side, it snaps me out of my deep thoughts and I turn my head to my left: Alister Henry. I so want to be enraged and put him in the ground right along with her. Nevertheless, I keep my cool.

”What are you doing here?” I ask of him quietly.

”You’re burying my daughter today,” he says quietly in response. ”It’s the least I could do, to pay my respects.”

”I have half a mind to put you in there right along with her,” I reply coldly… and accurately.

”I expected you to come see me a long time ago,” Alister says. ”I stopped your adoption of the boy and I was very much looking forward to you coming to beat the hell out of me like you have before.”

”Times are different,” I answer him honestly. ”I’ve been making concerted efforts to not react the way I’d like to. It’s called impulse control,” I tell him as I subtly but firmly grab a hold of his jacket. ”But don’t think for a second I’ve forgotten it and sooner or later Alister, we’ll have a meeting, you and I, that you won’t like.”

”You agreed to do some work for me and you have yet to follow through on that promise,” he reminds me. ”Out of the goodness of my heart I allowed Elizabeth’s divorce from me to go through unchallenged in hopes that you’d see my efforts to connect with you were genuine.

“Yet you stayed away and ignored my efforts to reach you. Thaddeus, I’m sorry I did what I had to do and hurt that innocent boy in the process...”

”Bullshit,” I say quietly as I unhand his jacket. Behind me, my friends show up in full force.

”This the Scooby Doo Gang?” he asks facetiously. ”Which one is Velma?”

”Corey,” I answer quickly.

”Son of a bitch,” I hear him mutter behind me under his breath.

”You may not believe me, but it’s true. I allowed the divorce but I did warn you Thaddeus, we made a deal and you failed to live up to your end of the bargain. As guilty as I am for hurting Francis, you too are just as guilty.”

”You’ve said what you wanted to say Alister,” I say to him with my anger increasing so much that I can feel the redness in my face. ”This would be the right time for you to stop talking.”

They begin to lower my mother into the ground as the priest finishes his eulogy. The crowd begins to disperse to their vehicles as Alister and I turn around. Behind us, and I didn’t know it, stood my father and Alister about walks right into him.

”You... are a large man,” Alister says aloud as he straightens himself up.

”I don’t pretend to know what you two were talking about, nor do I care,” my father says to him. ”But I know who you are.”

”And I you,” Alister says with an extended hand of fake pleasantries.

”Thaddeus is decent, he’s good, he’s kind,” my father begins. ”He’s far too good to just do things in cold blood but Alister let me tell you something.

“All those qualities he is… I’m not. So keep pushing, and the world will never know you existed at all,” my father concludes before walking away. Admittedly, I crack a smile at his not so subtle warning to my only living grandfather.

”Good seeing ya again Alister,” I say with a pat on his back as my friends, Frankie and I make our way back to our motorcycles. Alister is right though. A meeting is needed.

My hat is off to Rel Dixon. She had virtually no chance of beating me and she knew it, but she came to Warfare to play. She came to Warfare to make a name for herself and I was happy to provide the canvas in order for her to begin her rise through the XWF. If she learns to stop sweating the small stuff and works hard at becoming the Rel Dixon she’s meant to be, there’s no telling what her future might be. She’s small for sure but she packs a punch and a lot of fight into her little body.

She earned my respect on Warfare for the amount of fight she had in her and that’s why when the match was over and I was victorious, I reached down to help her up. Just because I was heavily favored, doesn’t mean I’m still not a decent human being.

I’ve never refused a challenge.

I’ve willingly shared my spotlight with others in order to get themselves a bigger audience, a bigger piece of the proverbial pie.

It’s just something I do in an effort to give back to the industry that made Thaddeus Duke a household name.

I love competition. I love facing folks I’ve never faced one on one before. It’s a new challenge to me. Spending months sparring with Chris Page and weeks sparring with Ned Kaye is a challenge too but differently. You learn everything you can and by the end of the road, you know everything about them and the challenge aspect slowly evaporates. New names and faces sharing the stage with me, there’s value in that too.

The War Games Captains match is coming. With the exception of Demos, I’ve never faced any of them. Morbid Angel is next. Then Robert Main after that. My OCW debut shortly thereafter against Ed Houston followed by War Games itself. And if Mark Flynn ever decides to reattach his balls and get back in the ring, he’s on deck in the coming weeks or months.

Like I told Robert Main weeks ago, I’m a very busy man and a lot of people want to share the ring with me. Not just him.

Morbid Angel, you asked and you shall receive. The man literally chased me down all over Washington just to ask for a match and I’m thrilled by it, but at the same time, I’m not so sure he should be. He’s had a storied XWF career and there’s no doubt about that. Looking at him, it’s easy to say “total loser” and move on, or click away. Fact is, like me, Morbs is a former Universal Champion too. He’s a solid talent but at the same time, since he’s returned to the fold here in the XWF he’s kind of taken up the mantle left behind by such historical names of insignificance like Peter Gilmour or Mastermind and even Chris Chaos.

You know exactly what I mean by that.

Those three men are synonymous with taking up television time with shot after shot at this title or that one but failing in every aspect and every opportunity given to them to secure a championship victory. The perennial also-rans of the XWF. Enhancement talents to the legitimate stars of the day.

Everyone on every roster in every company has a role to play and Morbid Angel has found his. Lying flat on your back while champions claim victory is Morbid Angel’s role in his return to the XWF. He’s lost in tag title action with Mastermind as his partner… go figure… He’s lost to Ned Kaye for the very title he’s again challenging for. He’s lost to Alias for the Xtreme title, and there’s no real shame in that. Alias has lost to all of two people since his emergence: one of them is Lycana… one of them is me.

So here we are, months on now from Morbid Angel’s initial return home and he stands face to face with the pretty boy that never shuts the fuck up. With the man that puts asses in seats and whose merch is sold out in minutes. With the man responsible for so much positive change in regards to the landscape of championship pictures.

Maybe even more important than anything else, Morbid Angel challenges me when I have home field advantage. I spend most of my down time living in New York City and the people of that city have accepted me and embraced me as one of their own and in the historic hallowed grounds that is Madison Square Garden, Duke Nation will no doubt be there in full force. I can promise Morbid Angel that the fans that show up at MSG will be loud and full throttle in favor of the reigning defending Hart Champion.

With all of my many talents and attributes, with everything heavily in my favor, facing me is becoming like playing a supporting role in the Hunger Games. You’re just along for the ride only to get knocked off by someone quicker, better, more talented at the art of survival and Morbid Angel volunteers as tribute… to me.

May the odds be ever in my favor.

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