He slowly climbed up the turnbuckle.
In character, he’d be thinking about winning. In the fans’
heads, he’d be thinking about how to bury the new guys. In the boys’ heads, he’d
be thinking about the rat he’d be banging tonight. And in the bosses’ head…
Well that was the problem. He was in demand, which was good,
but it also meant he had begun to take too many bookings, and he was getting
tired. And pretty soon, double bookings would start cropping up.
So he jumped, and hoped for injury.
But not the one he got in the head…
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