<img align=left src= "http://www.geocities.ws/scwmaterial/Pictures/Fenris17.jpg" height=518 width=292>January 13 -
Las Vegas, Nevada
Little has been seen of the now-Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion Fenris, save for his recent appearance on Climax Control and his sporadic messages on social media. His most recent match had taken place here, at the third annual Inception Supercard; a full 21 days between matches which rubbed at the competitive Icelandic Superstar until he felt raw. Reasons, however, were bountiful. It was why we were to pay a visit to the past, if for only a brief moment. Fans had been curious. His peers and opponents even had expressed interest in the aftermath of the bloody and hellacious match he had endured against the man he had just forced to tap out mere moments ago, Jake Raab, in order to unify the SCW World Heavyweight Championship and the Honor World title, previously held by Raab.
No sooner did the curtains that separated the fabled "gorilla position" from the entrance stage get thrown open, than a bustle of frenzied activity get ignited, and small wonder why! Fenris, although victorious, had been beaten and battered physically, his face hidden behind a glistening mask of blood, and his shoulder length blonde hair soaked red, sticking to his sweaty, tanned flesh!
In one hand's grip, Fenris was barely holding onto the championship belt he had held since July of last year, and the new title he had just stripped from Jake Raab's possession. It was all he could do to maintain a slight grip on both belts, weighing over thirty-five, perhaps forty pounds combined. His free arm was wrapped around the shoulders of his younger brother Aron, who was working overtime in trying to maintain his brother's vertical base as they traveled backstage. So euphoric was Fenris at this most recent of victories, and so riveted to the point of the pain his body was enduring at the moment, that all past transgressions between them over the past two weeks had been practically forgotten. Fenris gripped at his brother's shoulders in not just support, but the familiar gesture of brotherhood the two had shared since childhood. The perspiration on his body, particularly his head and neck, was causing the blood on his face and hair to streak down and past his shoulders in small rivulets.
Aron did not care, as the welfare for his brother far exceeded any discretion towards the blood and sweat that was now staining his own garments. Nor did it keep him from ignoring the animosity previously exhibited by his older sibling toward him. And it apparently did not matter to others because as stated, almost immediately a number of concerned friends and acquaintances converged on the scene to lend a hand; first and foremost being Ty West, the man who had recently captured the affections of the seemingly perpetually angry Superstar, and he himself in return. Right behind him was Ty's Aunt Lora, a woman who had somehow found her way past Fenris's emotional wall without effort; Gabriel Stevens who had been also been successful previously in the evening after three plus years in retirement. Odette was present and concerned, but given Fenris's condition, she remained behind so as not to concern her and Gabriel's children. Despite her own upcoming championship encounter, Dani Weston stood transfixed in shock and a hint of fear, as she had never imagined anyone would have reduced her friend to this physical state. Even Fenris's former teammate, Evie Jordan and her husband Ben were front and center as Ty moved in to assist Aron with the burden.
Ty moved to take the championship belts from Fenris's grasp, but the rigid man was reluctant to let them go and clasped them tightly against his chest, despite himself.
"Don't be like that, K!" Ty reprimanded his lover, taking the belts from him if not a touch forcibly, and Fenris finally relinquished them. Ty passed them over to Gabriel for safe keeping as he then slipped Fenris's free arm now around his own shoulder. Aron was gifted with a slim, athletic body, yes, but Ty was bigger than both of them and he eased the load as he said, "We need to get you some help!"
Ben Jordan, Gabriel -- even Evie, offered a hand on the arm of the newly unified champion in silent congratulations, not wanting to detain him from receiving proper care from the backstage paramedics as he passed them by. Before he got too far, Fenris managed to dig his bare foot into the carpeted floor to bring them to a halt.
"Now what?" Aron chastised his brother, annoyance taking ground. Fenris turned his head to face, of all people, Dani. Fenris managed to smile through the crimson mask, casting a ghastly appearance and staining his own white teeth, as he said, "Kick. Some. Ass!"
It was as much as he could manage in the form of wishing Dani the best of luck in his current condition as he was led further down the hall toward the medic station. Gabriel gave Dani a look, seeing just how worried she was over 'her Fenris' and he clasped a hand on her bare shoulder and said, "Go. If he has to go to the hospital after, we'll let you know after." Dani paused, as if in doubt, but Gabriel leaned in and smiled, "He'll be fine. Don't let this distract you."
Dani finally nodded and turned toward the gorilla position, ready for her own epic encounter, the Main Event, but her mind still wandering back towards her buddy Fenris, the man who she referred to as her own knight in shining armor.
Once steered into the room set aside for medical issues and treatment, the two paramedics available took charge as across the room, another was busying himself with Jake Raab himself. Aron and Ty led Fenris over to a bench and gently sat him down, when the two paramedics took him by the shoulders and started to ease him down into a position on his back, when Ty's Aunty Lora quickly intervened.
"What? No!" She said and she quickly stepped forward and kept them from laying him down on his back. She instead helped Fenris sit upright and propped his back up against the wall, turning to the nearest medic and she said, "He can't lay down yet. We don't even know if he has a concussion or how bad it might be!"
Ty took his aunt by the shoulder and got her to step back so the medics could begin their evaluation. One kneeled in front of Fenris and tried to get him to look into his eyes, as the woman medic took some clean swabs and started to wipe at the blood on his forehead, the source of the cut, when Lora scoffed audibly and again stepped in.
"Dear, like this!" And she used the swabs to dab, not wipe, at the blood to soak it up without risk of spreading it further across his head and face, and thus, into his eyes. It also prevented them from possibly pulling at the wound and thereby worsening it. And Lora did indeed know what she was doing, as she was currently studying to be a nurse and was very close to graduation and thus achieving her goal.
"He's going to need stitches." The young female paramedic observed, assisting Lora as the male medic finally got Fenris to lift his chin and shine a light into his eyes.
"Fenris?" The man said. "How do you feel?"
His answer came in the form of Fenris using his arm to swat the small light from the medic's hand, sending it scattering to the floor. "Get that fucking light out of my face!" He hissed in Icelandic. "How the fuck do you think I feel!? I feel like shit!"
The medic looked up toward Aron and Ty with a raised brow, "What did he say?"
Ty cleared his throat and answered a little timidly, "Probably best you don't know. Sorry." He added for his man's outburst.
Having retrieved the fallen light, the medic again brought it up to examine Fenris and as he brought his hand up a second time, an uncharacteristic tone from Lora, a warning, was said aloud as she shook a finger in his face and she said simply, "Don't!" And surprisingly, Fenris lowered his arm but his burning glare remained fixated on her.
The medic again asked, "How do you feel? Does your head hurt?"
"Answer him, K." Aron instructed when his brother hesitated, but Lora held a hand up as they waited, recognizing that Kristjan wasn't pausing out of stubbornness, but to focus. Not a good sign. Fenris then finally yielded with a nod.
The medic asked, "Any ringing in the ears?"
Again, Fenris nodded. To which the paramedic looked up to Ty and Aron and said, "Both are signs of possible concussions. He's going to need to go to the hospital for tests..."
No." Fenris shook his head, hating hospitals. He pressed his bloody palms on the bench to try and push himself up, "No hospitals..."
But Ty grabbed him by the shoulders and not-so-gently pushed him right back down into the seated position so he wouldn't cause himself further harm. Fenris looked up at him with surprise in his eyes, and Aron said, "No arguing. You need stitches and you have to get your head examined!"
A quick argument ensued between the brothers in their native tongue, and only Ty and now Gabriel who had arrived after seeing Dani off to her match against Alicia Lukas, could understand what was being said.
"Would you stop being so god damned stubborn!?" Gabriel inserted himself into the stand off. "You're hurt and you need to get your ass to the hospital!"
Fenris started to protest once again when Lora grabbed a thermometer from the tools of the paramedics and she held it up in Fenris's face, and she said simply, "You go or we take your temperature in a different way than what you're expecting."
Fenris's eyes stared briefly at the thermometer and then at her, narrowing slowly into angry slits as Gabriel looked to Aron and Ty with a smile on his face.
"I like her."
Tucson, Arizona -
Thursday
It was after six pm, and the sun had already begun its descent into the horizon, and the stars and moon were just beginning to peak out from the clear sky overhead.
The home was a typical fashion for what one might expect to see in the city of Tucson, affectionately known to its residents as "Old Pueblo." The house itself was an off-white, almost tan color with a deep brown, tiled roof crafted of slate. It was of an impressive size, with the garage at the forefront and behind it, a three sectional abode that Ty's mother Gina and her fiance, Cal, called home. There was little greenery, save for the meticulously trimmed bushes around the house itself, as surrounding the garage on both sides of the asphalt drive was stylish gravel in a colorful array of white, gray and indeed, pink hues.
And the inside of the home? It practically screamed late eighties; tasteful and with remembrance. The interior was an off-white, matching the outside of the home. The dining room table was glass, so no footsy during dessert people! The living room sofa has an 80's style skirt around the base, as did the table beside it with an oval glass top covering the surface. There were beige backgrounds throughout the home, shot through with hints of teal and pink, and plants went from tabletop to hanging baskets descending from the ceiling, with ivy and vines spilling from the ceilings of kitchen, living room and every room between.
The home itself was bustling with activity, as it was the here and now where the special party was being held in Gina and Cal's honor to learn the gender of their baby due in May. Pink and blue streamers were stretched from every corner of the room. Helium balloons that read everything from "Girl or Boy" to "Buck or Doe" floated over the heads of the guests of this special occasion. There were no gifts, due to the requests of the parents as they did not yet know whether they were having a boy or a girl. That would be saved for the official baby shower.
And the food? Oh the dining room table that stretched from one end of the room to the other was absolutely covered in dishes, ranging in everything from vegetarian lasagne, deviled eggs dyed both blue and pink, spinach quiche, and so very much more. Much of the dishes were vegetarian by design. Why? Because this party was about just a little more than finding out the gender of Cal and Gina's baby. It was also about...
"Mom?" Ty called out as he opened the front door and set foot inside, flanked closely by his Aunty Lora and the man who Gina had practically insisted attend so that she could meet her son's special man, Kristjan Baltasarsson.
"Ty!" Gina cried out, always thrilled at laying eyes on her baby boy. "Baby boy" being a relative term (pun not intended) given Ty towered over her in height. She left the living room where she was conversing with a group of ladies, their bored husbands lurking in the background and chatting amongst themselves.
Gina wrapped her son in her arms and Ty's face was pure bliss as he enveloped his mom in his own, though his posture remained tense as if he were concerned about hurting the baby that she was carrying. Cal followed, his face one of pride in not just that he was going to be a father, but that he would also soon be a stepfather, if you would, to this young man before him. He shook Ty's hand as Gina exchanged pleasantries with her sister Lora, when her eyes roamed briefly before they found the one she had been most curious about and eager to meet.
Fenris remained fixed by the front door, hands tucked deeply into his pockets, a full five feet away from the small gathering as if he were ready to bolt at a moment's notice. And if truth be told, he probably was. Ty knew that Kristjan did not want to attend this party, but his mom specifically asked that he do so, so that she could meet her boy's special man. Ty finally convinced him to accept the invitation, promising to "reward" him later.
"What are you doing all the way over there?" Gina said, motioning toward him with her hand. Not comfortable around people in general, Kristjan slowly succumbed to the situation and shuffled his feet closer until he started, finding himself wrapped in Gina's arms for a brief, if awkward, embrace. Ty couldn't help but find some amusement in the discomfort Kristjan found himself in, knowing he was not much for hugs. hell, he wasn't much for physical contact at all that didn't involve .... Well, you know.
"Mom? Cal?" Ty introduced them. "This is Kristjan. Kristjan? My mom, Gina, and her fiance, Cal."
"Halló." Kristjan spoke by instinct in his native language, to which Gina and Ca; blinked and looked to Ty who chuckled.
"Sorry." Ty explained. "Kristjan is from Iceland. Icelandic is his native tongue, but he knows some English."
"Nice to meet you, Kristjan." Cal offered up his hand, and after a brief pause, Kristjan finally accepted it, giving Cal a nod. Kristjan's eyes then shot wide open as he suddenly found his face cupped by both of Gina's hands as she narrowed her eyes, closely scrutinizing him.
"Um, mom?" Ty started to say, but Gina just smiled and shook her head. "Well I can't deny it." She said. "My son and I both have the same taste in men. Very handsome." She turned to Ty and smiled. "I approve."
Kristjan then found her arm encircled inside of his own, and she started to escort him toward the living room filled with all the guests, saying, "Come. I'm sure everyone is looking forward to meeting you." And Kristjan turned at the waist, ready to make a break for it and would have were it not for Ty and Lora's hands on his back, urging him forward.
"Everyone," Gina called out, and slowly the carried over conversation subsided and all heads turned towards her, and thus toward Kristjan which only caused his discomfort level to increase tenfold, the color of his neck and above changing from a crisp, golden brown tan to a deep pink. Gina said aloud, "I want you all to meet Ty's friend, Kristjan..."
She looked to him and he blurted out, "Baltasarsson."
She turned around to her guests and smiled, "Kristjan Ba-Balt..." She closed her eyes and shook her head. "I'm not even going to try to pronounce that!" And she was met with gentle laughter from all as she just held a hand out toward her son's lover, "This is Ty's mancake."
"Mom!" Ty almost choked, as Kristjan's turned again to get the hell out of dodge but Gina's hand on his arm was secure and she reeled him back in. But before he could be further embarrassed, a voice spoke up from somewhere in the general vicinity.
"Holy...! Kristjan Baltasarsson!? ... Fenris??" Cal's own son, Carl stood up from the chair he was seated at, talking to some of the men, and his eyes were firmly planted on the aforementioned Kristjan. He immediately crossed the room and grasped Kristjan's hand, pumping it, but his eyes went straight to Ty.
"You weren't kidding!" Carl exclaimed. "You're really dating Fenris!?"
"Yeah!" Ty chuckled. "That's him."
"Man, I watched all your fights in Elite XL!" Carl gushed like a fanboy. "That last fight was a joke! I mean, and now wrestling! I don't usually watch but Ty got me started and you're my favorite..."
"Hey!" Ty frowned in good nature, but found himself laughing. "Cut it out before you bore Kristjan!"
His hand still in Carl's own, Kristjan turned back to Ty and said, "When Kristjan is bored, Kristjan will let you know." To which his statement was met with scattered laughter and Ty could only roll his eyes.
"Just what he needs." Ty pronounced. "Another reason to be cocky."
But by now, having an admirer, someone to help pump up his already inflated ego, helped to soothe some of Kristjan's jangled nerves, at least until...
"Oh Ty! Is this your friend?" An older woman had approached, a friend of Gina's. "Oh he's cute! But he needs to cut his hair. Someone might think you're gay, dear." She patted his cheek and walked off, leaving Kristjan with a perplexed expression, unsure if that was a joke or if the woman was serious. He turned back to Gina and shook his head, stating, "Fucking A! A man sleeps with other men and he has to be gay???"
"Oh!" Lora clapped a hand over her mouth, her cheeks emblazoned pink as Ty face palmed. But Gina took it all in stride as Carl took the initiative and led Kristjan further into the living room, where he was greeted by some of the admiring women and a few other men who were familiar with his past in Mixed Martial Arts. Kristjan cast an imploring look over his shoulder...
"Ty!"
"Paybacks a bitch, Kristjan!" Ty laughed before he put an arm around his mom's shoulder and the evening continued on...
As Kristjan's discomfort level slowly subsided, his appetite increased and he had spent a good deal of time at the buffet table with a full plate in hand. Not full by his own hands, mind you. But it seemed that every time he had polished off a sample of one thing or another, one of the women present had managed to refill it for him. Most of the time it had been Gina herself. And Ty had forewarned his boyfriend that the women present had Italian blood in them so their cooking skills were a source of personal pride for one and all.
A familial competitive side, if you would.
"Having more veggie lasagne, hon?" One woman found herself at Kristjan's side as he served a slice for himself. Another woman found herself at his other side, both staring up at him as he said in his broken English, "Yes, I enjoy... very much."
"That one's mine." The first woman gleefully pointed out, her finger indicating the piece that Kristjan had just helped himself to. She cast a look around him to her 'companion' and in an icy tone, pointed at another dish. "That one's hers."
"Perhaps you'd like to try a piece of my veggie lasagne?" The second woman spoke up, her face and voice hopeful.
"He already has a piece, Julia."
"Perhaps he'd like to try something with a little more flavor, Marie?"
Kristjan watched as the two women exchanged their heated words between themselves while he served as a captive audience. The second woman then picked up a serving spatula and said crisply, "I know. We'll let him decide." That being said, she cut and scooped up an impressive serving of her own dish and placed it on Kristjan's already full plate, and on top of her 'friend's" serving.
"Now he can tell us which he prefers." She smiled at the other woman before they both looked up at him expectantly. He looked back and forth between them when he heard someone call his name.
"Kristjan?" Gina called from across the room. "I hope you don't mind. Lora told us all how much you enjoy eating."
And Kristjan's blazing eyes immediately sought out Ty's Aunt Lora who cleared her throat and attempted to covertly exit the room...!
And finally the grand finale of the evening was to come, the reason behind the celebration. Lora had brought the lovely cake in from the kitchen and set it in a place of honor at the center of the table. It was a large, two layer round cake with buttercream frosting and decorated with pink and blue roses and borders, and in yellow, the writing read "Boy or Girl?" Everyone gathered around the table, Ty standing right beside his mother and Cal, but Kristjan was several steps away, leaning against the door frame and not to be budged, arms crossed over his chest.
Gina took the cake spatula and cut into the bottom layer, then she shared a look with Cal before slowly pulling the cake slice out, and everyone gasped as inside, a soft, pink filling was revealed. Gina clasped a hand over her mouth, her eyes watering at the prospect of having a little girl. Everyone around them applauded and exchanged congratulations with the couple.
Ty cast a beaming smile over his shoulder toward his man.
And Kristjan winked at him in return.
"Christmas must have come either a little late or extremely early for me, but you know something? I'm not going to complain this time around because I finally got what I wanted!"
Fenris stalked the empty gym where he had made his foray into the world of professional wrestling, away from the six-sided ring and towards the far wall where it could be described best as a museum of sorts, with framed photographs and trophy cases lined up for students and visitors to catch a glimpse of the accomplishments of those who ran this training center, as well as those associated with it.
"Now I would be the first to admit that I am not known for my patience." He scoffed. "Nobody in their right mind would ever use the word 'patient' where I'm concerned, but I realized last week that the old saying is true; Good things come to those who wait. And yes, I did wait. I didn't like it, but I waited and finally! I am getting what I have wanted ever since it was announced last year that the champions of SCW and Honor would meet to unite their championships! I've got Austin James Mercer, just like I should have had two weeks ago!"
Fenris paused at a trophy case, where a framed color 8x10 portrait of Gabriel was on display on the top glass shelf, and nothing else adorned that level. However, on the shelves below the photograph was a collection of trophies and championship belts collected by the man responsible for his wrestling career. Amongst them was a copy of the World Heavyweight Championship belt, the very one that Fenris now held himself. Also there was the World Tag Team belts from not only SCW, but also the NeWA as well as the AWA, all pinnacle points in Gabriel's career, and the one framed picture in the center of the three belts was shared with the person Gabriel held all three championships with; his fellow Hall of Famer and 'little brother' Despayre.
"Don't get me wrong. I am not going to tell anyone out there that the match I had with Jake Raab at Inception was meaningless or easy! Fuck that! I may be a lot of things but I'm no god damned liar! Want proof?"
Fenris beckoned the camera to come closer, and as it did, he leaned over and parted his hair with his hands so that the camera could see the scar in his hairline that Jake Raab had opened up and cost him quite a bit of blood.
"Twelve stitches. An overnight stay in a hospital. Bruised ribs and a concussion. That's what Jake gave me as a late Christmas present. Oh, and this..."
He paused to motion towards one of the steel folding chairs set up in rows before the rings, where the Honor championship belt rested.
"It's mine now, but before that, it was Jake's. And that bastard fucking proved to anyone and everyone that he did not want to let it go! He fought to show everyone how bad he wanted to keep it, but the problem with that was, I fought just that much harder to take it away. And Jake did what nobody else had done up to that point. He made me BLEED! He made it so that I had to have help just getting backstage! Now I've been sent to a hospital in the past. Tommy Crimson once saw to that, but this was different. I was in a fight, and you know something?"
He smiled brightly.
"I loved every damn minute of it! Now that brings up us to Austin James Mercer, and what we have to ask ourselves in can we outdo what happened at Inception III? I sure as hell hope so, because if not, we have to ask ourselves 'what the hell is the point?' I think we can both agree on the fact that we both wanted this match between us from the very beginning, and the only reason we didn't get it when we should have was because Jake Raab was able to pin Casey Williams instead of you in that Triple Threat."
He nodded.
"Really, that's a pretty fucked up way to lose your championship, not even being beaten, but as I said on twitter, we have the chance now to right a wrong and have a match that I wanted, that you wanted..."
He made a arc motion with his arm, sweeping it across the screen.
"A match that everyone wanted to see! Hell! I told you before that I would be all too willing to face you, to put the championship on the line against you! But no. You wouldn't do it that easily. You wanted to face Raab first, and right a wrong. You wanted to meet the man face to face, one on one. Man to man! You wanted to prove to him who the rightful number one challenger was and earn your way into a match with the World Heavyweight Champion! Can't fault you for that!"
Fenris lightly shrugged his shoulders but nodded in acknowledging the accomplishment.
"I don't openly express admiration for too many people, because this sport seems to be filled with a bunch of fucked up idiots who think the world should be handed to them on a silver platter! Then whine and cry when they either find out they have to fight for what they want or go crying when they find themselves beaten! Some will find themselves in a title match and even if they did nothing to earn it or deserve it, they accept it as if it were their right! Not you though, Austin. You wouldn't even accept my offer of a championship match to right our own wrong between us, until you had first beaten the man that took your opportunity to make history away. And here you are! You did just what you set out to do, but that's where it all ends. The respect I have for you is because I know what you're capable of inside of the ring, and that is just going to make me fight all the harder to bring you down and beat you!"
Fenris shook his head and moved past the trophy case of Gabriel's and looked up at some of the photographs on the wall, many shared between Gabriel and his wife, and some of their key moments in the industry.
"I make no claims that it's going to be easy, because the simple fact is I don't want it to be. I mean, what the hell is the point in being a champion if you're going to run away from and avoid the challengers who will push you to your absolute limits? Why call yourself the best if you're not willing to prove it by stepping inside of the ring and fighting the best?"
Fenris held up his hand and counted off of his fingers...
"Ty West. Senor Vinnie. Casey Williams. And yes, Jake Raab. You and I may not believe the championship should have been in his possession, but it was and I won't deny the fact he kicked my ass before I was able to put him away! I can only hope that when he and I meet again, his shoulder and hand are completely healed so we can go even further than we did before! And now, there's you Austin. You beat Mickey Carroll for the Honor championship. Now I'll be the first to admit my own ignorance in the history of this sport. Up until I met Gabriel and London Underground, I never even watched a professional wrestling match in my life!"
He nodded.
"But I know Mickey Carroll. I watched his matches because of Gabriel. Ben Jordan told me plenty about the man and Mickey and I even spoke once or twice thanks to Ben. So the fact you could beat a man that caliber, just makes me all the more excited about defending my championship against you this Sunday. And I've heard the whispers..."
He grabbed a folding chair and turned it around so that he might straddle the seat while resting his forearms along the back of the chair. All the while, he shook his head with a cool look to his blue eyes.
"I've heard people think me at a disadvantage because we have a bit of a size difference between us. You have about five inches on me in height, close to sixty pounds in weight."
He shook his head and smirked.
"But you're not relying on that advantage, are you? You're not assuming that just because you're bigger or stronger, that it'll make what is going to happen this Sunday any easier. That's good, Austin. Smart. Smarter than the arm chair experts that think the big man always has the advantage because those same know it all ass holes apparently haven't been paying very close attention to anything that I've accomplished! Ty West! Senor Vinnie! And especially Casey Williams! They've all had a big advantage over me where size was concerned, and I proved to the doubters each and every time that this only made me fight harder. And yeah, they may have held the advantage during the match, but the end! The outcome is what matters and sooner or later, I was able to overcome some pretty big obstacles to walk away with my championship. I mean, if I was able to suplex Casey Williams, a guy that's seven feet tall and almost four hundred pounds, that should tell everyone how bad I want to overcome whatever people throw my way so that I can win!"
"And after Casey and Vinnie, you are the most physically imposing man size-wise that I've been matched up against, and I am going to en joy every moment! Beat me down into the mat, Austin. I have no doubts that you can and will, but for as hard as you fight to keep me down, that's just as hard as I'll fight to get right back up. Because there's no goddamn point in being able to dish it out if you're not also able to take it. I know how to chop down the biggest trees. I know how to bring a giant to the mat and knock his ass out, because I've done it before. Jack ain't got shit on me when it comes to the White Wolf chewing a big man up! I know how to get the biggest and baddest of men to cry uncle rather than face the possibility of a permanent injury. So I guess what I'm trying to say Austin is..."
He leaned heavily onto the back of the chair, smiling into the camera.
"Let's fuck some shit up!"
