Lunching with my associates today.

Hi, yes I do still work here.

Bow Down to the High Queen of the North Sea.

So, Millennium Wrestling Enterprise can expect me to talk about why I did what I did. Also watching the footage back of the front row going hands to mouth in pure shock when that right hand connected. Feels right somehow

All will bow then The High Queen goes a Viking.

Evening

This Briefcase is going to be my ticket to the top. And I don’t care who I upset on my journey to take it.

Not fucking surprised this happened again.

So now I’m good enough for the hardcore scene? I’m bring light tubes

Yeah. I won the gold. People are pissed for a variety of reasons. There are those who I know see things I do. This Revolution will be televised.

I’ll be front row, belt over my shoulder, taking notes on targets and potential recruits.

I observe for the time being.

I still hate sand. Almost as much as that stupid energy drink.

If that’s how we’re playing. Fine by me.

Nice to be acknowledged for once.

Tell them all the champion is capricious, and all that awaits them is blood and pain.

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Got my stronghold set up, and I’m going to inflict my stranglehold on everyone in my path. England has forgotten what the Vikings did, and I shall remind them.

Boom. That felt good.