I am Warrior: Your Head My Pike
The fact that you, blog reader, actively root against me only fuels the fire in my belly. Yeah punk... you've been called out! The only way to restore order in my universe, is to bring back the winning tradition. Then respect will surely follow.
My second Queen's Cup match this week happens at approximately 7:00pm tonight on the West Bank. This is a must win game for me. Though Heath is sporting a perfect 1-0 record in the Queen's Cup, that is WAY ABOVE his historical average. It is my mission to put his winning percentage back down to .500. Then down to .250 and so on until he hits rock bottom.
Don't feel sorry for him. Heath has grown cocky from his rare victory. He has the audacity to think that he can string back-to-back victories together. The very thought that Heath thinks he can put another big "L" on my ass makes me spit fire. IT AINT GONNA HAPPEN!
Why? Because I am a warrior. When I am this focused and intent on defeating a foe, Heath has no chance. I just hope for his sake, the villager charged with the duty of collecting the dead has a wooden wheel wagon ready. Woe is his kingdom tonight. Cracking knuckles.
Remember kiddies... LOSING IS FOR LOSERS! WINNING IS INTOXICATING. ;)