When you do what we do, sometimes there's a toll.
Who am I kidding? Often, if not constantly we're paying a piper for our lives. Seeing a personal friend of mine having to fight off charges, and explain why he's in possession of a steroid given to horses brings that to a glaring, hard light.
But we do it for the love. For the rush, for entertainment. And on Sunday, a type of show idea that's pretty much related to gladiator games is right in the forefront.
Hell in a Cell is the career taker. Or the Star-maker. And by the time the weekend is over, I'll have logged in my eighth. Seven times before I've spilled blood, and created a different story each time out.
This time, I'm in teaching mode. Two amazing young talents in
princecody and
amillionhere are lining up against Shawn and myself. A match that's almost unheard of, this shortly into their careers. And I refuse to let myself harm that. Ted, Cody, you've learned at the feet of one of the best. Orton is showing and proving himself as a wrestler, and a leader here.
Might be a complete jackass at times, but he's doing what he needs to.