Confidence.
Confidence is, of course, one of life’s greatest tools. Without confidence, men would lack the ability to pull women, confront adversity… and certainly they’d find themselves losing more wrestling matches than they were winning.
You see, there’s something about confidence that loads the spring in our step and brainwashes us into thinking we’re hot shit. It’s the same mental takeover that elevates us to new heights. It kind of reminds me of that scene from The Matrix actually… you can’t jump buildings without “knowing” you can jump them.
On a personal level, I’ve battled with confidence more times than I can care to remember. I've done so many self destructive things that left me as a shell of a man and totally drained me of all positive feeling or emotion. Despite this, I somehow managed to continue winning wrestling matches in situations where I’m convinced that normal men simply wouldn’t have been able to function.
Stu, I see you have a conflict within you about who to choose to stand with you as tag champion. THey easy answer would be to just take Deas, your friend, but James makes the most interesting point. Deas isn't capable of it. He'd only hold you back and eventually get you beat. All his title reigns were one and dones. He's never sucessfully defended a HWA title he's won...not one. So sctratch him from the list.
You show Senester...you can't handle him. It takes a rare talent to be able to stand beside a man like him. You to him would be like Deas to you at this point. Not saying that you couldn't raise your level one day...but lets face it. Teaming with Senester would be the ultimate copout, and that ain't in you.
Michael James...of course he blew smoke up your ass. He's a snake. He'll take gold by any means. He's had one title literally handed to him, and would take this gold just as quickly. The second you handed it to him would be the second he'd be plotting to have the gold for himself.
Am I trying to push myself as your partner....hell no. That's not how I roll. I'm only interested in laying you out in the middle of the ring and making you tap. Period point blank. In this ring Stu, I'm indignant, arrogant and belligerent, this here is an art to me. I'm raw like salmonella...common cold cats like you ain't as sick as me, so you beating me is fallacy...a mere fantasy.
It only took me a minute to muthaphuckin get ya...
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