I’ve been watching and admiring the weight Zeus takes upon his shoulders as the leader of Arcadia.  I watched him stress about every little detail.  I watched him take on every inbound attack with Ares at his side.   

I witnessed him become obsessed with the Pantheon and its direction when it was his call at the end of the day.  Now I stand here at the right side of Hera as she stands beside her husband’s wrecked body after the weight of the Pantheon came down upon his head.  He’s weathered every blow, every shot, and every beating.  

The lesson in all of this is, heavy is the head which wears the crown.  It’s a lesson learned only by experience Jackson.  The concerns, the pressures, the complaints, the responsibilities, they all rest up on your head. 

You stand in the middle of all of this Jackie.  Leading the Seekers, you’ve had to witness the horrors of a Trojan Horse ripping your allies apart in their sleep.  You’ve had to witness the world you valued be torn asunder.  The pages in the book you swore to be ripped out and the very book burned in front of you.  But you still think that wearing that Championship will make you immutable.  It will turn you into the statuesque visage of a hero, but the thing about statues is they erode, they break, and they crumble under their weight. 

You want to be the star that everyone looks up to, a guiding light, that everyone trusts, that everyone believes in.  You think that it makes you a beacon of hope shining a light into darkness.  Are you a messiah here to save Arcadia, Jackie? 

A great pure hope, our new Champion who’ll lead us all into a brave new world.  But what happens to the statue when you bring out the stone hammers and you start chipping away at that statuesque visage?  Weakening what you’ve become, dimming the light that you hold dear.  When you’re forced to take on every inbound attack because that first attack is inbound.  This week that happens for you, and you’ll be forced to breathe it in.  Forced to take in the fact that your world at any moment, at the strike of any hour, the Deathrow where you rest your head itself could come crashing down on you. 

That’s the weight of that Championship, the weight of your crown, this week Jackie my boy you find out exactly how strong that neck of yours is.  Because it could be the very moment of detonation could be at hand and Eclipse could pull the trigger and find out if necks snapping under the weight of that crown runs in that family, ending your reign in a similar fashion to Joey’s. 

While the adage will remain, “Heavy is the head which wears the crown” the addendum will always be, “Only a neck strong enough can endure it”.  The question is can you rise to that challenge?  Can you prove yourself?  We will make sure you fall at the first hurdle.