It hurts, it sucks, it’s costly pain, but it’s worth the pain. I’ve got god in the rain and a dream by my side combine both and its giving me the power of angels, ready to fight. Like Michael, I am to brawl valiantly. Then me and Burroughs combined as one, feeling each other’s power and will to win. Feeding off each other’s strengths and filling in each other’s holes of weakness, the yin to each other’s yang. The perfect combination of greatness and the underdog will to fight. Honor with scrappy. I am not perfect and despite being great neither is Jordan Burroughs but two souls like that mix. We are the greatest the world has known. We are the best!

Beating the world and winning the war then in the end through all the pain and tears, standing on the top of them all. We come to a knowledge we won, we did it and nothing is going to stop us from now forging a dynasty. It’s not over it’s never over. For wrestlers one match can consume your whole life whether it is to gain revenge or to never surrender. The road of wrestling always ends in tears, no matter what. Whether it is tears of joy cause our dreams came true or tears of sadness and hate because you have failed.  I am the clay to a masterpiece and he is the sculptor of the arts. Together we fight as one, of one mind, body, and spirit. We move in synchronized movements, perfectly timed and set up to take down the offender and make him suffer. We go out there bold and like a gladiator of Rome we fight with every ounce of power we have. Moving and condemning the monster that opposes us in war. He’s got the intelligence and I’ve got the will of a young man to win. Though the realms of hell rain down on me, I will not bow! I will succeed! Cause now, I’ve got a champion apart of me!

 The day will come when neither of us will be able to rely on our own strengths. Will have to fight with what we have and then fight till the very end hoping and praying will still fighting that the other half will do their part. The test is nigh and we will not be pushed aside! How dare they come to destroy our fate! How dare they come and instigate! They’ve no right to be here! We’ve worked so much harder! There will not be another day that goes by where we have each other’s will inside. We will be champions together and we will fight together.  I’ve got the gold inside me and then the outer shell is me! We no longer have any doubt that we will be great! We surrender each other’s independence for a combination that is incoherently great. Not many could understand this. This can’t be understood by just any man. A wrestler could have the completion of mind and soul to understand a wrestler’s world and we both know provides many challenges as we eventually see tears down the road.

Everyone wants to be great and everyone wants that moment of triumph, but for every dream that matters people expect it to be provided to them on a silver platter. Not us for we are truly great. Burroughs is a part of me and I of him, the yin and the yang, the bull fighter with his cape and bull, and the champion made of two parts with his glory in gold.