A man who has to tell you he is rich is anything but. A man who has to tell you he is intelligent is nothing more than a fool. If a man has to shout to the heavens to proclaim the descriptors that should befall him, is he anything at all?

Tell me if I’m wrong but have you ever met someone truly confident in themselves that has to persuade you to respect them?

Picture yourself in a dance club, loud music meets loud people in a display of chaotic courting. In that arena, I’ve had a litany of men shouting out their reasons I should notice them. Elevator pitches not about a product but their very being trying to sell themselves.

Countless men shouted about their wealth and all the things they could give me. Even when I was destitute, I still knew those men would give me more words than gifts. For those men, all I have to say is a silver tongue can’t afford gold and it certainly can’t afford me. A truly rich man shows and doesn’t tell. If their first statement is a lie, how can I trust them with anything?

Others would try to brag about their degrees from Arcadia’s highest institutions. As if, a piece of paper without the occupation or ambition to do something with it would mean anything to me. That degree is only as valuable as what you do with it and if all you’ve done with it is discuss it, your intelligence is as useless as you are. It makes me question if you even have any.

The more crude amongst them would be honest about what they wanted but not about their abilities. I soon learned the best night of my life meant a night of disappointment and taking care of myself after they fell asleep. I learned a big dick meant average at best. I learned to walk away and keep looking if they promised to take care of me, nine times out of ten, it meant me on top. If you go around saying your dick is a gift, I will never unwrap the denim present.

I wish it was only in the neon confines of a club but everywhere someone noticed my presence, I was presented with these stupid lies and ridiculous claims. It made me doubt everyone I ran into and trust was never freely given. I started to quickly learn that if the first thing a man said to me was something amazing about himself, I should discard it and make him prove to me his worth.

Which brings me to you, Mighty Mighty, when I hear your name, Mighty is the last thing I assume of you and the fact you have to say it twice screams doubt and weakness to me. Prove to me you’re different and that you’re actually worthy of holding that title or I’ll go into Kaos and use it as a way to get back the belt I deserve while you just have to sit back, realize you’re a liar and the only thing mighty about you is the control Klaus has over you.