Post by Devlin Knight on Apr 18, 2024 19:11:25 GMT -5
Dear Diary, it's August fifth, 2009. Don't ask how I got here because the only thing I can tell you is that once again Colonel Foster has sent me off to do God knows what, but it appears I've fallen in line with a very fortuitous situation. You see, I really don't know if I'm going to make it back to 2024 and WrestleWars so I need somebody, maybe Max or Cable, to read what I'm about to write on the Intercontinental Title and J Mont…
Voice: ”C'mon Colt whatcha slouching for?? Get that Astro Turf out of the van!”
Colt: ”I'm on it… Sir!”
Colt: ”Okay so we can lay half tonight then we can finish the other half tomorrow, it's already seven and I've got stuff to do.”
Voice: ”That's fine with me, I've got an early start tomorrow so I wanna get my head down as soon as I finish dinner! Hey, isn't that your sister??”
Colt: ”Heyyyy… Tiffany! What's up?”
Tiffany: ”Hey doofus! I'm going to pick up mom's medication but I can see you're still working. You want me to come get you in about an hour?”
Colt: ”Eh, yeah that'll be great… How… is mom?”
Tiffany: ”Still got Cancer like she had when we left this morning, still needing far more expensive medication than we're giving her…”
Colt: ”Yeah… I'm still fuming over that, don't we have a right of appeal or something regarding payments for the meds?”
Tiffany: ”Aw little brother, did you smack your head today? Have you forgotten how much we went through with appeals already and can't get a proper response from the lawyers? Have you heard back since?”
Colt: ”Nope but leave it with me, I'll get on it… I've got to fill this though and the pharmacy will be shut soon… See you in about an hour?”
Dear Diary, what is friendship?? Well, the dictionary defines it as a relationship between friends; the state of being friends. For me though? It's a lot more than that, friendship is about support, it's about having your brother's back no matter the cost which ultimately means I was never truly friends with Joseph Montuori. Being friends is about not being selfish and only having your car drive down one side of the street without backing it up to see the other side, which ultimately means I wasn't truly friends with Joseph Montuori.
You see J Mont loves to make people believe he's their friend, he loves to give people the impression he's their pal, compadre, associate etc, etc… But in truth J Mont is a coward who aligns himself with the strongest people around him to get what he wants and then dumps them like an awkward prom date, when he's got what he wants or isn't able to get what he wants, out of that person. I was such a person, who just so happened to be able to call out Joseph and put him in his place and look at where we are now…
It's funny because when I came back from my hiatus Joseph, you had looked shocked that I was saying the things I was, you wondered where your “friend” had disappeared to and it sent you so insane that you will now only refer to me by the name, Fred Debonair… You can't even bring yourself to call me by my given name, Devlin Knight. And it has triggered you so badly you try to make it seem like a “joke” you claim you and the rest of TFO only called me by that name because it bothered me…
But did it, Joseph? Did it really?
The only person it seemed to rattle, was you… You were the only person who had some kind of reaction to my name being changed, I find that strange brother, I really do… But of course your minions all joined in and followed suit because Lord knows Joseph Montuori wouldn't be leading such a group if they didn't fall in line, eh? I mean hell, even the infallible Sonya Benson followed you blindly. And that's why you didn't like Devlin Knight coming back and running his mouth…
Tiffany: ”Hey how was work?”
Colt: ”It was great, what is that?”
Tiffany: ”What's what?”
Colt: ”Don’t act silly, Tif… Are you… Still… Taking medication for mom??”
Tiffany: ”Yes Colt, I'm still doing it ok??”
Colt: ”Is there nothing else we can do?? I mean…-”
Tiffany: ”No, there isn't! Do you think I've not tried other things? That I went and jumped straight into the illegal route?!”
J
Colt: ”No, of course not but I just figured…-”
Tiffany: ”Mom won’t even be with us for Christmas, if we don't get these meds on a permanent basis, Colt…”
Colt: ”I get that Tiffany, I do… I just…”
Tiffany: ”Are you going to report me? Get me fired and probably arrested?”
Colt: ”That's the stupidest thing you've ever asked me, sis…”
Tiffany: ”Then what?”
Colt: ”We’ll figure something out… Let's just get home for dinner and get these to mom…”
Tiffany: ”Okay… Thanks, Colt…”
Colt: ”Shut up, you're my sister…”
Dear Diary, what is jealousy? Again the dictionary definition is, in a way that shows an envious resentment of someone or their achievements, possessions or perceived advantages and that Joseph Montuori, sums you up… Perfectly. Ever since I got back to The WGWF I haven't won a belt until now but your whole attitude towards me, the attitude towards me from TFO was akin to that kid who didn't like how much more people admired his buddy, didn't like how his pal was always chosen in sports before him, loathed the attention his friend would get from chicks, well… You get the picture eh?
It's crazy that when I came back in September Joseph, you were crying at how I'm no longer your friend, how I've disrespected you… And yet an entire year before that you were telling anyone who'd listen that when you were done with me, I'd be wearing a toupee. Like, first of all… The hell is that supposed to mean?! And secondly you were beaten in that very match, BY ME. You bragged for months after that match you weren't pinned but facts are facts hoss, if you didn't win, you lost… I won and you, along with Mac Bane and John Cable, lost. It's not rocket science sunshine!
You thought it was okay when YOU didn't want to play fair among people who at the time were fellow CCPE guys and girls, but when it switches up the other way you throw your toys out your stroller and cry like a little bitch! Let's face it, Joseph… You don't go hard hoss, you're softer than a kittens purr and those are just the facts and at WrestleWars it's gonna be a case of fuck around… Find out!
Colt: ”Hey mom you ok??”
Mom: ”I'm good Colt, I just wanted to say thanks for dinner tonight, it was great. I wanted to thank Tiffany too but she said she had to work tonight so she's gone already…”
Colt: ”That's okay mom, you're welcome. She has? Oh yeah, right she did mention it… Did you want something else to eat or drink?”
Mom: ”No thanks son, it's past nine, if I eat now I'll be sick. I'm gonna go get into bed. You're up at six tomorrow so get yourself there too okay?”
Colt: ”What the hell are you upto Tiffany? You'll be at the hospital but you don't work tonight… Colt has been keeping track of your schedule, he must have suspected your stupidity too…”
Announcer: ”So, strap on your helmets, elbow and knee pads as you come to Bally’s tomorrow! The first of its kind, all amateur wrestling competition! With a grand prize of one million U.S. Dollars! Just turn up at 10am and register your name. The tournament begins at 3pm or when we reach 64 participants!”
Colt: ”Are you shitting me? That's insane! Dollar dollar here I come! Ah shit, Tiff!”
Dear Diary, it seems to me that Joseph Montuori can't quite understand the concept of responsibility… He can never seem to balance what he's done, it's always somebody else's fault, the guy is an absolute snake… No, no snake is too good a word for you Joseph, you're a worm, that's what you are… A worm… You once tried to enclose me within a tirade of old man jokes but that fell absolutely flat didn't it hoss? Much like you without your walker eh?? The only times you've beaten me Joseph is in Battle Royals and let's be honest shall we? That's always been about myself and others falling short and not the great J Mont proving himself…
You once claimed I'd see you were like Zack Morris in the ring, I never saw any such thing though? I mean you're more like Screech trying to play with the big boys if I'm honest with you, Joseph. You think you're the God of Wrestling but I am God Given so that makes your little claim null and void! We've never really had the chance to do this properly Joseph but when we do, I will show you why I've always been considered a master of this craft. Carry on your spiel, Montuori but you know with me, I pull no punches and carry no gimmicks! But let me take a leaf out of your book…
J - Jealous…
M - Mental Gymnastics…
O - Oblivious…
N - No Self Awareness…
T - Tiresome…
I could do this all day, Joseph. I could pick apart your bullshit on the hour, every hour… Jealous of everything accomplished by yours truly, your entire demeanour changed the moment I came into the picture… Mental Gymnastics that you pulled to convince the world why everything you do is justified, why everything you do is ‘right’... Oblivious to what is going on around you so much so that you can't even see what your own friends are pulling.
You think you and Sonya Benson pulled the wool over everyone else's eyes? I've got a bridge to sell you hoss! You think Clyde Newton is your friend? The guy follows you around like a puppy dog and then copies you like a clone, gathering every bit of information he can before he'll inevitably make you disappear for good and take over…. I think the only one that might have a modicum of respect for you, is Amber Mansley and that is just a wild guess… No Self Awareness, week after week, after week! You and your little group do the SAME thing, use the SAME approach and end up being shocked when you don't get the results or reaction you try for! And Tiresome, just you in a nutshell Joseph… Just you.
Tiffany: ”Colt?! What are you doing here??”
Colt: ”Don’t do it, Tiff!”
Tiffany: ”Don’t do what? I'm going to work…”
Colt: ”No you're not… It's Friday today and you're not back at work until Sunday night…”
Tiffany: ”How do y…-”
Colt: ”I've been keeping track of your schedule since I figured you were still taking the medication for mom…”
Tiffany: ”You did what?! Colt!”
Colt: ”Well none of that matters right now! Listen, you don't have to do it anymore...”
Tiffany: ”What are you talking about?!”
Colt: ”There's a competition in Vegas tomorrow a wrestling tournament and I'm…-”
Tiffany: ”You haven't wrestled since highschool though?!?”
Colt: ”I'll be fine, but more so, WE'LL be fine. The prize money is one million dollars.”
Tiffany: ”Sorry, what??”
Colt: ”Exactly! So you see? You haven't got to. Look… Let me do this okay? And IF I lose in Vegas, I'll rob a bank with you.”
Devlin: ”Did I fix it?”
Foster: ”Colt won the tournament, got the money for his mom's treatment… And Tiffany never had to steal again.”
Devlin: ”Ahh that's great.”
Foster: ”They still live in Arlington you know? With their mom.”
Devlin: ”That’s great news…”
Foster: ”Well done…”
Dear Diary, so this is what it boils down to. Twizted Thoughtz against The Initiated. Joseph Montuori against God Given, Devlin Knight. The COWARD against THE INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION! And at WrestleWars it will absolutely be warfare! It'll absolutely be combat! It will be a conflict that will literally tear a hole in the space time continuum! Have you even contemplated what that night, Saturday April 20th is going to mean for you, Joseph?
You know though Montuori, something I do find funny is how much you've avoided me, spewed your vitriol but never came to see me face to face since I've been back, now of course, you thought you'd sneak attack me the night I won the IC belt against Peter Vaughn, Tristan Slater and CJ Phoenix and then you ran crying, all of you, when Devlin Knight brought your receipts to Smash! You were that rattled, that you came back to Brawl to do something about it but you couldn't even do the job then, hell you had Sonya Benson doing all the talking for ya, always knew you didn't wear the pants…
But I digress, that leaves us where we are now Joseph, doesn't it? That leaves us right on the precipice of greatness you and I… The cusp of something special. Should you somehow win and take my belt, you have the added incentive of saying you beat the one and only God Given talent on the WGWF Roster… Whereas when I beat you, I can proudly stand there and declare that I've once and for all turned off the faucet that was leaking Joseph Montuori bullshit from its crevices…. Because otherwise you'll just keep doing what you do, won't you hoss? Oh but Devlin didn't pin me, oh but someone else took the fall! None of that this time though, eh? There's no escaping now Joseph, so you'd better say your goodbyes and I'll see you Saturday…
Someone whistling from above in a small crane gets his attention as the young man stands and puts his journal down onto the floor. He looks up and in a reflection as see a young, slightly tanned, dark haired man with a moustache stretching.
Voice: ”C'mon Colt whatcha slouching for?? Get that Astro Turf out of the van!”
Colt: ”I'm on it… Sir!”
The kid performs a mock salute to the crane driver and begins to walk away, but as we track back we notice that the structure he's working on is the almost finished AT&T stadium in Arlington, TX… He approaches the truck and opens the back of the bed, where miles of AstroTurf sits. It is now becoming clear that the kid in the reflection, isn't the man casting it… That man, is Devlin Knight
Colt: ”Okay so we can lay half tonight then we can finish the other half tomorrow, it's already seven and I've got stuff to do.”
Voice: ”That's fine with me, I've got an early start tomorrow so I wanna get my head down as soon as I finish dinner! Hey, isn't that your sister??”
Devlin looks up and spots a pretty brunette in a pick up truck waving at him. He was about to tell his pal in the crane that this girl definitely wasn't his sister and then remembered, she's very likely Colt’s sister. He lays„ the AstroTurf down and heads over to the car, the question “How the hell do I remember her name?!” Flying about in his head…
Colt: ”Heyyyy… Tiffany! What's up?”
Thank God for her leaving her ID on the passenger seat so he could read it… A Clinical Assistant at the local hospital, nice…
Tiffany: ”Hey doofus! I'm going to pick up mom's medication but I can see you're still working. You want me to come get you in about an hour?”
Colt: ”Eh, yeah that'll be great… How… is mom?”
Tiffany: ”Still got Cancer like she had when we left this morning, still needing far more expensive medication than we're giving her…”
Colt: ”Yeah… I'm still fuming over that, don't we have a right of appeal or something regarding payments for the meds?”
Tiffany: ”Aw little brother, did you smack your head today? Have you forgotten how much we went through with appeals already and can't get a proper response from the lawyers? Have you heard back since?”
Colt: ”Nope but leave it with me, I'll get on it… I've got to fill this though and the pharmacy will be shut soon… See you in about an hour?”
Tiffany nods and begins to pull away as Devlin turns back towards the AstroTurf and the scene begins to fade out…
Dear Diary, what is friendship?? Well, the dictionary defines it as a relationship between friends; the state of being friends. For me though? It's a lot more than that, friendship is about support, it's about having your brother's back no matter the cost which ultimately means I was never truly friends with Joseph Montuori. Being friends is about not being selfish and only having your car drive down one side of the street without backing it up to see the other side, which ultimately means I wasn't truly friends with Joseph Montuori.
You see J Mont loves to make people believe he's their friend, he loves to give people the impression he's their pal, compadre, associate etc, etc… But in truth J Mont is a coward who aligns himself with the strongest people around him to get what he wants and then dumps them like an awkward prom date, when he's got what he wants or isn't able to get what he wants, out of that person. I was such a person, who just so happened to be able to call out Joseph and put him in his place and look at where we are now…
It's funny because when I came back from my hiatus Joseph, you had looked shocked that I was saying the things I was, you wondered where your “friend” had disappeared to and it sent you so insane that you will now only refer to me by the name, Fred Debonair… You can't even bring yourself to call me by my given name, Devlin Knight. And it has triggered you so badly you try to make it seem like a “joke” you claim you and the rest of TFO only called me by that name because it bothered me…
But did it, Joseph? Did it really?
The only person it seemed to rattle, was you… You were the only person who had some kind of reaction to my name being changed, I find that strange brother, I really do… But of course your minions all joined in and followed suit because Lord knows Joseph Montuori wouldn't be leading such a group if they didn't fall in line, eh? I mean hell, even the infallible Sonya Benson followed you blindly. And that's why you didn't like Devlin Knight coming back and running his mouth…
The honking of the horn shakes Devlin awake as he looks up to see Tiffany sitting in her car waving him over impatiently. He picks up his bag, shoving his journal inside it and jogs over to the car, opening the passenger side door and jumping in. As he chucks his bag in the back seat, Devlin notices a bunch of medicinal bags in a box stashed underneath Tiffany's jacket…
Tiffany: ”Hey how was work?”
Colt: ”It was great, what is that?”
Tiffany: ”What's what?”
Colt: ”Don’t act silly, Tif… Are you… Still… Taking medication for mom??”
Tiffany: ”Yes Colt, I'm still doing it ok??”
Devlin wasn't expecting her to agree with him or at the very least correct him on the “still”, how long had she been doing this?
Colt: ”Is there nothing else we can do?? I mean…-”
Tiffany: ”No, there isn't! Do you think I've not tried other things? That I went and jumped straight into the illegal route?!”
J
Colt: ”No, of course not but I just figured…-”
Tiffany: ”Mom won’t even be with us for Christmas, if we don't get these meds on a permanent basis, Colt…”
Colt: ”I get that Tiffany, I do… I just…”
Tiffany: ”Are you going to report me? Get me fired and probably arrested?”
Colt: ”That's the stupidest thing you've ever asked me, sis…”
Tiffany: ”Then what?”
The car is absolutely quiet for a moment when finally Devlin looks up at Tiffany.
Colt: ”We’ll figure something out… Let's just get home for dinner and get these to mom…”
Tiffany: ”Okay… Thanks, Colt…”
Colt: ”Shut up, you're my sister…”
Devlin pulls his seat belt around and buckles it, as a teary eyed Tiffany puts the car into gear and begins to pull away with the scene fading out once more…
Dear Diary, what is jealousy? Again the dictionary definition is, in a way that shows an envious resentment of someone or their achievements, possessions or perceived advantages and that Joseph Montuori, sums you up… Perfectly. Ever since I got back to The WGWF I haven't won a belt until now but your whole attitude towards me, the attitude towards me from TFO was akin to that kid who didn't like how much more people admired his buddy, didn't like how his pal was always chosen in sports before him, loathed the attention his friend would get from chicks, well… You get the picture eh?
It's crazy that when I came back in September Joseph, you were crying at how I'm no longer your friend, how I've disrespected you… And yet an entire year before that you were telling anyone who'd listen that when you were done with me, I'd be wearing a toupee. Like, first of all… The hell is that supposed to mean?! And secondly you were beaten in that very match, BY ME. You bragged for months after that match you weren't pinned but facts are facts hoss, if you didn't win, you lost… I won and you, along with Mac Bane and John Cable, lost. It's not rocket science sunshine!
You thought it was okay when YOU didn't want to play fair among people who at the time were fellow CCPE guys and girls, but when it switches up the other way you throw your toys out your stroller and cry like a little bitch! Let's face it, Joseph… You don't go hard hoss, you're softer than a kittens purr and those are just the facts and at WrestleWars it's gonna be a case of fuck around… Find out!
There's a knock on Devlin's door and Colt's mom pokes her head around the corner looking exhausted and just sad. Devlin smiles as he looks up from his journal, turns the volume on the TV down and hops up from the bed.
Colt: ”Hey mom you ok??”
Mom: ”I'm good Colt, I just wanted to say thanks for dinner tonight, it was great. I wanted to thank Tiffany too but she said she had to work tonight so she's gone already…”
Colt: ”That's okay mom, you're welcome. She has? Oh yeah, right she did mention it… Did you want something else to eat or drink?”
Mom: ”No thanks son, it's past nine, if I eat now I'll be sick. I'm gonna go get into bed. You're up at six tomorrow so get yourself there too okay?”
Devlin smiles as she winks and blows him a kiss. He waits for a minute, until he hears Colt's mom's bedroom door to click shut, then runs to sit on his bed, pulling on a pair of sneakers…
Colt: ”What the hell are you upto Tiffany? You'll be at the hospital but you don't work tonight… Colt has been keeping track of your schedule, he must have suspected your stupidity too…”
Devlin walks to the door and pulls his jacket off the hook, but before he leaves he hears something that catches his attention on the TV…
Announcer: ”So, strap on your helmets, elbow and knee pads as you come to Bally’s tomorrow! The first of its kind, all amateur wrestling competition! With a grand prize of one million U.S. Dollars! Just turn up at 10am and register your name. The tournament begins at 3pm or when we reach 64 participants!”
Colt: ”Are you shitting me? That's insane! Dollar dollar here I come! Ah shit, Tiff!”
Devlin darts out of the room putting his jacket on as he does, yelling bye to Colt's mom as the scene fades into darkness…
Dear Diary, it seems to me that Joseph Montuori can't quite understand the concept of responsibility… He can never seem to balance what he's done, it's always somebody else's fault, the guy is an absolute snake… No, no snake is too good a word for you Joseph, you're a worm, that's what you are… A worm… You once tried to enclose me within a tirade of old man jokes but that fell absolutely flat didn't it hoss? Much like you without your walker eh?? The only times you've beaten me Joseph is in Battle Royals and let's be honest shall we? That's always been about myself and others falling short and not the great J Mont proving himself…
You once claimed I'd see you were like Zack Morris in the ring, I never saw any such thing though? I mean you're more like Screech trying to play with the big boys if I'm honest with you, Joseph. You think you're the God of Wrestling but I am God Given so that makes your little claim null and void! We've never really had the chance to do this properly Joseph but when we do, I will show you why I've always been considered a master of this craft. Carry on your spiel, Montuori but you know with me, I pull no punches and carry no gimmicks! But let me take a leaf out of your book…
J - Jealous…
M - Mental Gymnastics…
O - Oblivious…
N - No Self Awareness…
T - Tiresome…
I could do this all day, Joseph. I could pick apart your bullshit on the hour, every hour… Jealous of everything accomplished by yours truly, your entire demeanour changed the moment I came into the picture… Mental Gymnastics that you pulled to convince the world why everything you do is justified, why everything you do is ‘right’... Oblivious to what is going on around you so much so that you can't even see what your own friends are pulling.
You think you and Sonya Benson pulled the wool over everyone else's eyes? I've got a bridge to sell you hoss! You think Clyde Newton is your friend? The guy follows you around like a puppy dog and then copies you like a clone, gathering every bit of information he can before he'll inevitably make you disappear for good and take over…. I think the only one that might have a modicum of respect for you, is Amber Mansley and that is just a wild guess… No Self Awareness, week after week, after week! You and your little group do the SAME thing, use the SAME approach and end up being shocked when you don't get the results or reaction you try for! And Tiresome, just you in a nutshell Joseph… Just you.
The Uber pulls to a stop outside Texas Health Arlington Memorial Hospital and Devlin jumps out, just as Tiffany is locking her car in the adjacent parking lot. He jogs up to her as she reaches the hospital concourse.
Tiffany: ”Colt?! What are you doing here??”
Colt: ”Don’t do it, Tiff!”
Tiffany: ”Don’t do what? I'm going to work…”
She chuckles but it's a nervous chuckle…
Colt: ”No you're not… It's Friday today and you're not back at work until Sunday night…”
Tiffany: ”How do y…-”
Colt: ”I've been keeping track of your schedule since I figured you were still taking the medication for mom…”
Tiffany: ”You did what?! Colt!”
Colt: ”Well none of that matters right now! Listen, you don't have to do it anymore...”
Tiffany: ”What are you talking about?!”
Colt: ”There's a competition in Vegas tomorrow a wrestling tournament and I'm…-”
Tiffany: ”You haven't wrestled since highschool though?!?”
A small smirk crossed Devlin’s lips. COLT may not have wrestled since Highschool…
Colt: ”I'll be fine, but more so, WE'LL be fine. The prize money is one million dollars.”
Tiffany: ”Sorry, what??”
Colt: ”Exactly! So you see? You haven't got to. Look… Let me do this okay? And IF I lose in Vegas, I'll rob a bank with you.”
This makes Tiffany smile and giggle. She nods her head, looks at the hospital then nods towards her car. Suddenly the world around Devlin begins to swim and as he blinks he finds himself sitting in a room, in the Military facility under Mount Cheyenne in Colorado. Colonel Foster stands there looking at him…
Devlin: ”Did I fix it?”
Foster: ”Colt won the tournament, got the money for his mom's treatment… And Tiffany never had to steal again.”
Devlin: ”Ahh that's great.”
Foster: ”They still live in Arlington you know? With their mom.”
Devlin: ”That’s great news…”
Foster: ”Well done…”
Colonel Foster smiles at Devlin, which he thinks is sending another signal, and leaves the room. Devlin looks around, spotting a mirror against the back wall of the room and sees not Colt, but himself. He sighs with relief and stretches…
Dear Diary, so this is what it boils down to. Twizted Thoughtz against The Initiated. Joseph Montuori against God Given, Devlin Knight. The COWARD against THE INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION! And at WrestleWars it will absolutely be warfare! It'll absolutely be combat! It will be a conflict that will literally tear a hole in the space time continuum! Have you even contemplated what that night, Saturday April 20th is going to mean for you, Joseph?
You know though Montuori, something I do find funny is how much you've avoided me, spewed your vitriol but never came to see me face to face since I've been back, now of course, you thought you'd sneak attack me the night I won the IC belt against Peter Vaughn, Tristan Slater and CJ Phoenix and then you ran crying, all of you, when Devlin Knight brought your receipts to Smash! You were that rattled, that you came back to Brawl to do something about it but you couldn't even do the job then, hell you had Sonya Benson doing all the talking for ya, always knew you didn't wear the pants…
But I digress, that leaves us where we are now Joseph, doesn't it? That leaves us right on the precipice of greatness you and I… The cusp of something special. Should you somehow win and take my belt, you have the added incentive of saying you beat the one and only God Given talent on the WGWF Roster… Whereas when I beat you, I can proudly stand there and declare that I've once and for all turned off the faucet that was leaking Joseph Montuori bullshit from its crevices…. Because otherwise you'll just keep doing what you do, won't you hoss? Oh but Devlin didn't pin me, oh but someone else took the fall! None of that this time though, eh? There's no escaping now Joseph, so you'd better say your goodbyes and I'll see you Saturday…
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