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When the world saw Jake Starr unmask himself as the OSMR, he made it clear what his goal was... He wanted Shawn Winters. Since that day, he's made it a goal to continually be there, getting under Winters's skin, reminding him that he is on his heels, and ultimately will get ahold of him in the near future...
This is that near future! At an edition of Breakdown, it was announced by Mr. D that Shawn Winters would finally go head to head with Jake Starr. The war would happen, and the sides would do battle where it's been needing to happen for some time. It was an announcement that brought a defined sense of joy to the ears of Jake Starr, and finally gave him the idea that closure could be around the corner. He's been put through hell in this process. Jake has been forced to endure the pain of waiting, and the pain of having to go through crony after crony of Shawn Winters, all with the hope and dream that this day would come. He's had to make alliances with those whom many believe he has no common ground. He's had to bite the bullet, and trust in those he'd just as soon see do a Sonny Bono skiing impression. It's been a journey that's taken a toll on him mentally AND physically, but come Under Attack, it will have been all worth it. The moment the bell sounds, Jake knows he'll be filled with emotion, and come out giving more than he's ever given before. He knows he'll be coming at Winters with the goal of embarrassing him, and giving him cause to worry his World Title reign will be ending, regardless of his defense at said pay-per view. Since the announcement, Jake has been riddled with emotion. Anxiety, anger, angst, rage, anticipation, happiness, you name it, it's been there. He's had to find ways to really control his emotions, and truly focus on Winters as an opponent, and not a rival. It's a difference in mentality for Jake. Before, it was merely trying to get Winters's attention. Before, he could really shoot from the hip, and if he felt like ambushing Winters in a mask, he could. Now with the match official, Jake can't go in there in that manner. He's been forced to actually focus on Winters, the man, the skill set, and the champion. It's why Jake's goal is to truly get into the mind of Winters, a task easier said that done. Jake has never truly squared off with Winters. His knowledge of Winters' in-ring abilities are simply from footage. He's been forced to look at a man who has built a reputation as one of the most unstoppable men in SCW history, go in cold turkey, and find a way to emerge victorious. It is, however, a catch 22 because Winters is in the exact same boat. Sure, he has friends surrounding him, who may be able to give out a pointer here and there, but ultimately, Jake has prided himself on never fighting the same battle twice. So with the footage watched multiple times, Jake is a to a point where he basically could recite Winters's previous matches move by move. He knows, though, it won't be anything near enough to emerge victorious, so he's called in a favor from a friend... As Jake sits in his office, computer open, screen glowing, he's having an in-depth conversation with someone on his phone. He and the caller on the other end seemingly have been in the process of making some last minute finalizations to plans for travel in the near future. His suitcase is packed, and sitting beside his desk. Jake Starr: So when's the jet going to arrive? The sound of the voice on the phone quickly identifies the other person as Jake's long time friend, and owner of the famous Golden Nugget casino, in Las Vegas, Nevada, Agent oo6.
Agent oo6: I have it scheduled to arrive in New York City around 7PM Eastern, and I talked to my pilot, and the flight plan is set to take you guys "over there." Jake Starr: I really appreciate it, man! Agent oo6: It's no problem, and honestly my pleasure. You're one of the few who stood by me all of these years, even when I went through my phase of being a complete and utter asshole to anyone and everyone I got close to. Jake lets out an audible chuckle.
Jake Starr: Trust me, sometimes it wasn't easy! Agent oo6 returns the sign of amusement.
Agent oo6: In hindsight, I believe it. I also believe that you and Roeper need to get out of Des Moines, and come live over here in Vegas. It would be a scenario that would let you begin to line up your life after wrestling... Hell, it's what I did... Jake laughs again.
Jake Starr: One day, man, one day we might just do that, but right now, I don't want to try and up and move while Mara is still acclimating herself to her surroundings, and all-in-all becoming a human being. Agent oo6: But that's just it, she's young enough where the new surroundings would become familiar extremely quickly. Jake cracks a smile.
Jake Starr: Man, I'm just afraid of the hustle and bustle of the Vegas lifestyle. And I know Roeper is the same way. Hell, it wouldn't surprise me if it was just a bit too much for her right now, ESPECIALLY with the fact she's still adjusting to raising a child herse.f Almost like it was a command from Jake himself, as he mentions the name of his wife, her voice can be heard echoing through the halls of their home, as she exclaims...
Roeper Hart: OH CRAP!! Jake is startled by his wife's exclamation. The sudden outburst also cues him that it may be a good time to go check on his wife, and see if everything is ok.
Jake Starr: You know, I think it may be time for me to go... Agent oo6: Why? What's up? Jake Starr: Well, I just heard Roeper yell from the other room, and honestly, it didn't sound all that good. So I figure I better go check on things. Agent oo6: I understand, man... I just want to say, though, that my offer to give you the Golden Gate still stands. It'd be nice to "reunite" the Arrogant Megalomaniacs, and this time take on Vegas! Jake gets a cocky grin on his face.
Jake Starr: Believe me, the offer kicks ass. There's no way to say otherwise, and hell we've taken Vegas by storm once before! Agent oo6: Heh, true! But this time, the difference would be that we wouldn't have to embarrass Jesse Williams, and effectively end his stupid career. The thought of their last appearance in the ring together, teaming up against Jesse Williams, shoving him in a trunk, and driving off with him to leave the car abandoned on a bridge, on the outskirts of Las Vegas, makes Jake chuckle. He then comes back to Earth, and realizes he has more pressing priorities.
Jake Starr: Very true man, but I got to go check on Roeper! Agent oo6: I gotcha... Just know the jet will be on schedule for you all. Jake Starr: I appreciate it, man. Agent oo6: I owe you... Jake Starr: Nah, not really... Agent oo6: Yeah... I really do... Jake Starr: Well, if you insist! Talk to you later, my friend... Agent oo6: Bye. Jake hangs his phone up, and immediately shuts his laptop. He packs it away in its carrying case, and then grabs the handle of his rolling suitcase. He leaves his office, and makes his way in the direction of Roeper's exclamation.
Jake Starr: Babe? Jake continues to move in the direction of his wife, and finally hears a response, in a very, very, annoyed tone.
Roeper Hart: Yeah? Jake Starr: Everything ok? Roeper's response gives Jake a definite cue that something happened to send her over the edge with a bit of anger, frustration, annoyance, or a combination of all three.
Roeper Hart: Well they were! But they damn sure aren't anymore! Jake drops his suitcase and laptop bag off by the front door, and the comes around the corner of the entertainment room, and immediately sees Mara sitting in her little baby swing, that they keep in there. Mara seems to be fixated on Roeper, who is frantically tidying up around the room. Jake is confused at Roeper's frantic ways.
Jake Starr: Umm... Honey, what's going on? Roeper wastes no time snapping back.
Roeper Hart: Cleaning! What's it look like?! Jake is shocked by the hatefulness of her quip.
Jake Starr: What the hell did I do to piss you off? Roeper quickly realizes her reaction came across in the manner she wasn't intending. She takes a deep breath, hoping to calm herself enough to explain the situation.
Roeper Hart: Sorry I snapped at you babe... You didn't do anything... Jake's defensive stance he had been prepared to take quickly goes away.
Jake Starr: Well obviously someone did something to upset you! Roeper goes back to cleaning, but continues the conversation with her husband.
Roeper Hart: Oh yes... "SOMEONES" did! Jake's a bit confused.
Jake Starr: What does "someones" mean? Roeper Hart: Well that usually signifies multiple people, and in this case, it's appropriate. I just got off of the phone with my parents. Jake immediately begins to sympathize with his wife, as he and his father-in-law, Ron, have never gotten along or seen eye to eye. He has never been one to approve of Jake's professional lifestyle, believing it isn't conducive to being the husband to his daughter, and father to his granddaughter. He's continually argued that Jake should follow in his footsteps in how to provide for his family. It's a viewpoint that Jake does not share with him.
Jake Starr: Well then I completely understand why you're pissed off then. Your parents routinely do the same thing to me! Roeper suddenly stops cleaning, and just looks up at Jake, giving him a look saying that his comment was not necessarily called for. It's a look any husband, including Jake, couldn't miss.
Jake Starr: Alright, alright, I'm sorry! I shouldn't have taken the jab at your folks like that. So, what have they done to upset you? She resumes cleaning once again, but keeps the sarcastic tone of voice, showing her continued feeling of unhappiness with the situation.
Roeper Hart: Well, they decided they're coming for a visit. Jake is less than thrilled.
Jake Starr: Goodie! Can't say as I'm going to be upset, since I'll be gone by the time they get here. Roeper Hart: Ha! No you won't... Jake Starr: Dear, you know I'm about to be leaving to catch my flight out to New York! She briefly looks up at him, long enough to raise her eyebrows, and nod quickly.
Roeper Hart: Oh I'm well aware of your travel plans. They just rented a car from the airport! It finally sinks in that they're on their way to his house as they speak. Now his annoyance level begins to slowly increase as well.
Jake Starr: Did we know they were coming? Roeper Hart: No... They just called and said, "hey good news, we're here!" Jake's blood continues to brew to a simmer.
Jake Starr: So they just decided they get to just drop in unannounced? Roeper Hart: Apparently so! Jake Starr: Christ, I wonder what they're actually doing here... Roeper Hart: I would say your guess is as good as mine! Jake's fuming at the notion they didn't bother alerting them to their planned arrival prior to arriving.
Jake Starr: This is great! Just f'ing great! They'll show up right as I'm leaving again. We all know how well that will look to them! Roeper does her best to throw some of her humor into the mix, hoping it'll cool Jake off a bit.
Roeper Hart: Well hell, they already don't like you, so why are you even worried? It's a quip that catches Jake off guard enough to turn the burner to his boiling blood off.
Jake Starr: Fair point! They probably will do their best, though, to talk about me after I leave... Agent oo6: I sincerely hope not! I don't need to deal with that garbage again, while I'm trying to take care of Mara. As Roeper continues to frantically get things tidied up, hoping to avoid any backhanded comments about their living arrangements, level of messiness, etc, the doorbell rings. While it sounds like the same doorbell they've had since they moved in, for some reason, in both of their heads, this time, it sounds like that of the Adams's Family. It makes Jake cringe, knowing who is standing on his stoop.
Jake Starr: Oh goodie! They're here! Roeper grabs Mara out of her swing, and looks at her husband with a stern look.
Roeper Hart: Be nice! Jake shrugs and looks at her as she makes her way toward the front door.
Jake Starr: Believe me! I was! The two make their way toward the front door. In Jake's mind, every possible bad scenario that could come of this begins playing out. He begins mapping out every logical reaction, and assumes he'll be prepared when whichever one of them actually becomes reality.
Upon reaching the front door, both Roeper and Jake take a deep breath, nervous about what is going to happen. Roeper then puts on a fake smile, reaches down to the door handle, and yanks the door open with a substantial amount of speed... Roeper Hart: HEEEEEY!!! Ron and Alice Hart immediately begin greeting their daughter and granddaughter. Alice makes her way to Jake, giving him a hug and telling him how happy she is to see him again. Roeper's dad, however, isn't as cordial. After hugging Roeper, and tickling Mara, who is acting a bit shy at the grandparents she doesn't recognize and rarely sees, simply looks over at Jake with a disappointed look in his eye.
Ron Hart: Jake... Jake returns the scowl, and the stoic greeting.
Jake Starr: Ron... Jake then decides to try and break the ice with the in-laws, again, this time with a general question to the two of them.
Jake Starr: ... So what do we owe the honor of your surprising arrival? Before Alice can chime in, Ron commandeers the answering portion of the conversation.
Ron Hart: Because wee wanted to see our granddaughter. On top of that, we wanted to see how things were going around here! Jake, annoyed with the answer, gets a much more stern tone in his voice.
Jake Starr: MY family is doing JUST FINE! Ron Hart: Well are you still out doing your little "wrestling game?" Jake's blood begins to boil at the insulting of his profession.
Jake Starr: Actually no, Ron, I'm making a living entertaining crowds the size of which many wished they could perform in front of. I'm out there entertaining people with my athletic abilities. With that being said, and to ask you, do you realize you're RETIRED from your little live-action game of "Call of Duty" yet? The military veteran simply glares back at Jake, who's smug look begins to make his blood boil as well.
It's at this point Roeper realizes the tension has already gotten out of hand, and tries to diffuse the situation. Roeper Hart: You know, why don't we go into the entertainment room, and relax a bit. I'm sure you guys are exhausted from traveling. Jake reaches down, and grabs his suitcase and computer bag, which are still where he initially left them.
Jake Starr: Actually babe... I have a plane to catch... Ron wastes no time in throwing a jab back Jake's way.
Ron Hart: Fitting that you would be leaving your wife and daughter to play more games. Jake rolls his bag out the front door, and onto the front stoop. He gets within earshot of only Ron, and stares him square in the eye, and whispers only loud enough for him to hear
Jake Starr: I swear to God, if I ever hear you make any statements like that about MY family EVER again, I'll be sure you NEVER see Mara again, and ultimately cease to be part of our family. Ron's face turns to an angry grimace, like that of a man ready to punch the person staring them in the face, in the face. Jake, having seen the same look many times in the ring, doesn't even flinch, but instead reacts with a smirk, knowing he's gotten under Ron's skin, and ultimately gotten him to realize Jake is the "Alpha Male" of that household now. Jake then leans back inside the doorway, and kisses Roeper and Mara goodbye. He gives Alice a hug, and begins to grab his stuff to head for his car. Ron finally returns the whisper back Jake's way.
Ron Hart: You better not threaten me, Jake... Jake doesn't even look at him, but looks forward, and replies.
Jake Starr: Believe me Ron, I'm not threatening you at all. I'm guaranteeing you. This is MY family now, and you have ZERO say in ANYTHING. Ron Hart: We'll see about that! Jake turns his head, and glares Ron in the eye one final time.
Jake Starr: Oh no... We won't! With those final, parting, words, Jake heads for his vehicle, with everyone watching him. Jake glances back, as Roeper is waving Mara's arm, like she is saying bye bye to her daddy. Jake winks at the two, and casts one final smirk Ron's way.
This is a battle that Jake knows he cannot solve with fisticuffs. He knows this is a battle of wits, and a battle of perseverance against a man who never wanted to let his daughter go, and definitely not to someone who is a professional wrestler. Jake knows they wanted their daughter to end up with a man the likes of a fellow member of the military, or even a member of the clergy, so he knows it's a continual uphill battle against them for how the "right" way is to raise his family. Nevertheless, it's a battle he will never back down from, knowing this is HIS family, and HIS responsibility. He also knows his departure will most likely be a point of contention in his absence. He knows they'll continue to try and plant the seeds of doubt in his wife's mind, and he can only hope that she continues to remain defiant in their struggle to tear them apart. But the other question remains, where is Jake going? Why would he be requesting the jet of the Golden Nugget, usually reserved for the "Whales" of the gaming industry, to transport him and others somewhere? What does this have to do with SCW, and potentially Shawn Winters? With the build up to Under Attack in full swing, the answers are sure to come full-circle. Jake Starr: The eleventh hour has arrived. It's a term used when time is nearly up, when it's nearly too late, when everyone begins their last ditch efforts or preparations for some sort of major event in their lives. Recently, the eleventh hour has been all over the news media. It's been revolving around convicted felons, stuck on death row, facing execution, facing the true doubt of innocence or guilt, and trying to save themselves from the proverbial needle. It's a time of stress, and a time of uncertainty. Families who have been hurt yearn for the moment of peace of mind, that justice, as they see it, has been done. Families of the accused hope for exoneration. In terms of death row, it doesn't apply today. In terms of justice, however, it most certainly is appropriate, ESPECIALLY for me. Earlier this year, I suffered an injury. It was painful, it sucked. I had to really watch what I did, what activities I partook in with my kid, what I was able to do with my wife, and I was forced to get away from the business that I am extremely passionate about. Now, it was an injury that I don't fault my opponents for. I don't think they went out with intention of putting me on the shelf. I simply believe it was the nature of the business. So you may wonder, how is it that I, Jake Starr, a man who's in a business surrounded by violence, and injury, believe this is the eleventh hour, and an hour of justice looms. You may wonder why I feel like there's any justice to be done... Hell... You may wonder, if you've been living under a rock, why I'm fucking pissed off... Well listen closely, and believe me, you'll be educated! When I went down, when I was basically on the verge of being bed-reddened, I tuned in, and I watched SCW. I wanted to enjoy the organization that I had been tearing up, even while I couldn't participate. I wanted to see how things were going with the people I cared about, and wanted to, for once, just be a fan. Instead, I didn't get that pleasure. I didn't get the ability to be a fan of SCW because while I was on the shelf, I was treated like a coward. I was treated like a chicken-shit. I was called out by a man who, at the time, knew good and well that I was hurt and out of action. I was called out to fight a man, who knew, I couldn't reply. I was embarrassed by a man who, simply, wanted to make himself look better. It was a feeling that was tough to stomach. Immediately after that, I wanted to get revenge. I wanted to go to that arena, and shut that man up. I wanted to show him that, just like he knew in the back of his mind, I wasn't scared of him, nor was I avoiding him. I began to scramble. I started to gather up my belongings, and pack them into my travel bag. I was on a mission to cut him off at the pass, and shut him up, so he couldn't spew anymore lies. My wife, she heard me stirring in the bedroom, saw me packing, and immediately stopped me. The adrenaline was pumping, and I was determined. I told her I had to get a piece of him, and kick his stupid ass. Then, the concussion reared its ugly head, and stopped me as well. I got woozy, and I basically collapsed in the floor, in front of my bed. It wasn't pretty, and it wasn't fun. It was embarrassing, and also a reality check on my own mortality. I realized I couldn't just run out there, and get Shawn back for his crap. I couldn't just go out there, and make things right. I had to sit, and I had to wait. I had to learn patience. It honestly ate me alive. When I thought I had finally gotten everything out of my mind, and actually gotten to a point where I could simply wait until I felt I was ready to return, I began to realize that wasn't the case at all. This voice began to nag me, and basically haunt me. That's when I realized it was time. I decided to work my way back in through the ways of Taking Hold of the Flame. It was a chance to reestablish myself, get back into my groove, and ultimately begin to target Shawn Winters. It was a path that everyone has followed, and everyone knows the story to. Everyone knows how I have had him in my crosshairs, been forced to endure epic battles with his cronies, and ultimately made his life a living hell by foiling plan after plan he's had, to avoid me. I won't lie, though. There has been a bunch of frustration. I've been wanting Winters since that day earlier this year. He's eluded me. I've made case after case of why I deserved a chance. I listened to Sasha walk around, pat me on the head, agree I deserved a shot, then say, "it just won't be this time, sorry, sucks for you." It was a shot to the gut, and one that tasted more and more bitter every single time. She seemingly had some weird beef with me, wanting to tease me with the admission that I was deserving, then point and laugh when she gave it to someone else. I mean, she threw in Masquerade to the Chamber Match, and omitted me? Really? Katie Steward too? Really? I've embarrassed that dumb bitch on multiple occasions, and yet SHE is there? It's this point when I felt like I was going to truly take all measures into my own hands. I had plans to really fuck some shit up in SCW going forward, but then, the most unlikely ally I've ever had appears... Big Daddy D! It was a sight, and a sound, that I honestly thought was a dream... Well, either that or a serious trip on some illicit substance. He made the match the world has wanted... He gave me the opportunity I wanted... He made Jake Starr and Shawn Winters a reality! While I was a bit shocked that Daddy D would do something like that for me, of all people, it is something that did make some sense, and did give me an eerie sense of deja vu! See, my first pay-per view in SCW, I was in the infamous "dark match," dubbed the "Ultimate Opportunity Match." It was me and a few other nobodies, and I won. Next thing I know, he's knocking on my locker room door, telling me not to change, and that night, my "Ultimate Opportunity" was seized as I became the new, and longest reigning, SCW Adrenaline Champion. So in a sense, this is my second "Ultimate Opportunity" in SCW. It's my chance to go out there, and do exactly what I did the last time, seize an opportunity. Jake runs his hands through his stubble around his mouth.
So here we are... The eleventh hour... The time when Winters knows he has no where left to run. He knows that he and I will finally face off. He also knows that this match with me has several implications moving forward, even that night. You see, nobody knows when that match will happen on the card. Nobody knows if he'll have to defend that championship first, or if he'll face me first. But think about all of the ramifications of both ways. If he faces me first, I beat the living HELL out of him, which I guarantee WILL happen, then he has to turn around, win or lose, and defend his World Championship? Yeah, that would be something I'd love to do! I mean, face someone who wants to literally go all "Mortal Kombat" on them, pray they decide on a "Friendship," versus a "Fatality," and then have to fight someone else, who equally wants to destroy you? Yeah, no thanks! Then there's the alternative, which if I were Winters, I'd damn sure prefer. He could face the winner of the Chamber, have them be the one who is beaten down, he's fresh, and he could walk in, take advantage, and have the better odds of retaining his championship. Then he could face me, having really nothing but a little pride to lose, and win or lose, leave Under Attack knowing he didn't have ME, yes me, soften him up, and ruin his chances at retaining the World Championship. Talk about an unfavorable night for Winters... I mean, either way, the odds of him losing SOMETHING are pretty high. Whether it's to me, or to whoever claims that Chamber win, if he can leave unscathed, he will have cemented his name atop the world of professional wrestling. If he can beat me legitimately, and also keep his World Title, guess what, I'll admit I was beaten by the better man. But if he doesn't... If he focuses on one or the other, something WILL take a hit. Something will falter. Something will not exit the building with him... Which begs the question, which is more valuable to him? Which does he feel is more important? Is it his championship, or is it his pride? He's going to have to make that decision wisely, because you have to understand that, truthfully, I have nothing to lose in this match because I'll continue to hunt him down. I never stop. I never am done hunting until I've killed my prey... Jake moves in toward the camera, bringing the shot much more cropped around his face.
Did you hear that Shawn? Has it sunk in yet? Have you realized the inevitability of your fate that you WILL, one day, be it at Under Attack, or down the road, succumb to me. It's a fate already written in stone. You will face me, most likely not once, not twice, but many, MANY, times, and ultimately, the world will see the truth. They will see that all along, all of the gloating you did, everything, will have been you simply running your mouth. You see Shawn, ever since you ran your mouth, I've had tunnel vision when it comes to you. I've been out looking for my chance to shut you up, and use you as a springboard. I've been looking for an opportunity to do what I've done in the past, which is shut up the big names. You're EXACTLY like Jason Zero and Christian Savior. You're someone who has talked loudly, incessantly, and with very little point, ultimately blinding the world to your mediocrity. You have your little band of friends you surround yourself with, and you keep them close. At first, I thought it was for protection and safety. Only now, looking back on things, listening to you guys talk, how you interact, and how they perceive you, have I realized the truth. You don't see them as safety... No... You see them as your ego boost. No... Really... Think about it Shawn... Who else goes around fawning over you? Who else is constantly saying how "awesome" you are, or how they are the only ones who truly "understand your greatness?" I know you're probably trying to think of names outside your circle, hoping that you can come up with names, and instead, you're drawing a blank, aren't you? You keep Ace and Lad around for your own ego. It isn't for any other purpose but to tell you how great you are, how funny you are, how eloquent you are, how good you are at talking shit, anything. They probably go around following you into the bathroom, ask you not to flush, so they can admire your amazing display of fecal excretion. Am I right? Do they tell you how magnificent your doodie is? Hell, from what I've heard them say about you, you can't do anything wrong! Do they say how lucky any woman would be to have your penis inside of them? Have they passed judgment on how magnificent it is too? Guess what, they're the only ones who think you're God... Well when Ace isn't having an identity crisis, and thinking he is, but that's another story! Shawn, you're walking into a match where the only knowledge you have of me is what your cronies tell you. You only know what little they can help you with. Guess what, the little they could help you with would have helped you circa 2009 and 2010. This is 2011 motherfucker. What you know about me is somewhere between a little and nothing. That's all you will know even when Under Attack rolls around. And sure, I know the same amount about you, but believe me... I'll be getting into your psyche in a way that nobody else has ever tried. No, I won't be trying to be funny with some Jeopardy spoof, that nobody laughed at. No, I'm not going to have this list of women, and pretend to grade them. No, I'm not actually going to channel your spirit, and get into character like I did before, which I will add was actually funny, and well received. Instead, I have other plans. I have plans that, truthfully, will give me an insight into Shawn Winters, the likes of which NOBODY has ever had before. So I urge you, I IMPLORE you, keep up. Because when you realize that I'll have a better grasp of who you are, than even you have, you'll realize something... You're scared! The fear I've said you've had of me, will finally come to the surface, and show you that, yes indeed, all along it's been fear that's caused you to want to keep me at a distance. It's be nothing but pure, unadulterated, fear. It's the fear of being humiliated. It's the fear of having all of those words you spewed, all of those reasons you gave of why I didn't deserve a chance to face you, and why people like Porno Lad should be ahead of me, which made no sense, were all a bunch of bullshit that you put forth, hoping nobody would see the truth. Well all I can say is, the clock is ticking Shawn... Midnight is right around the corner! You should enjoy these last moments while they last because at Under Attack, your Cinderella story ends, and you go back to being the peasant you truly are! Fin |
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