"Eyes Opened," But Still Stumbling in Darkness.

Nedved

A wise man and a lunatic aren't as opposite to one another as some may think. Each type of man is firm in his conviction that he alone is right. Yet we study the works of the former and toss the latter in confinement in a manner identical to the way in which we castrate common criminals...

Maybe I've been wrong about you, Jack...

Speak then, Enlightened one!

Let your sublime, penetrating wisdom erode my erroneous, misguided beliefs!

More patented mind games on behalf of the cunning Euro or is he simply being a patronizing ass to poor Fellow?

Your eyes have "been opened" since you joined forces with J - Crew - I find that curious.

Does this mean you've made the transition from mildly goofy, in a good-natured, almost playful manner, to bona fide bat shit crazy?

You're a nervous wreck, Fellow. It can't be good for your brain... yes, I do use the term loosely.

You've had it out for me almost since the moment we were made partners and look at how far that's gotten you.

Beneath Bags on the totem pole... surely, that has to be the definition of rock bottom.

It's become apparent that we're not even speaking the same language or looking at the same landscape.

Mental problems aside, I really don't think you're this fucking stupid, so I'll assume this is how one behaves when under the influence of Bagsy's Kool-Aid.

To put it simply and in words that I hope even you can understand: You're a joke. The lot of you are a fucking joke, one that has deteriorated well past self-parody, and I've entirely lost interest in this game.

Asp has done nothing but rack up losses since I arrived here; Bags can't win a match against a semi-decent competitor to save his life; Jones has been getting the same, tiring, "you're better than this" lecture for weeks; and right in the middle of this mess, you've failed miserably, time and time again, to halt the progress of the hottest rising superstar in ELITE.

Better believe it, folks.

First, you pull your best hooker imitation, laying down to put an end to the beating I was laying upon Joshua and giving Jones and Bags reason to prance around like a couple of pansies.

Then, just as I was taking control in our first head-to-head, you and Asp take the art of chicken shit combat to a whole different level by introducing a pair of handcuffs to the equation.

Hell, you cost James Kash the ELW Championship and his career. Granted, that loss was a given, but you imbeciles continually prove that you cannot do a single thing right.

If you truly believe your "eyes have been opened," you're better off going blind at this point.

Bad logic makes Val's head hurt.

Thanks a lot, Fellow.

I never claimed to "understand" you fully, Jack, merely that I grasp the fact that we are all ultimately bound by constraints that cannot be overcome. I am as big a proponent of imagination as anyone, but you, my friend, are living in an imaginary fucking Candy Land at this point. It's gotten quite pathetic. You've completely turned your back on both logic and reality. Taking your warped view of things into account, I take it as a compliment that you don't enjoy my works.

After all, I don't cater to the mentally-impaired. Just not my style.

Because of your ineptitude, the ELW Championship is now mine and that puts the onus on you to take it off me. If the past few shows have proven anything, it's that you and your faction are incapable of making me quit or putting my shoulders down for the three count.

I'm not quite sure what to expect this time around - it's clear there isn't much you wackos won't do - but whether you have MY belt in your hands or not, Jack, you will never be a Champion.

Howdy, Stranger!

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