The body and the heart must all be in equilibrium. Not perfectly in line mind you but within a decent range. However, when things get totally out of whack, all it would take is just one simple adjustment, one simple push, one slight change, and that one minor thing can trigger a catastrophe within the brain.
It is something, in the best case it can take you down and out momentarily. However, in its severe cases, it can take your body from you or leave you to the Ferryman as his responsibility. But if you don’t check in on yourself, consistently, on the heart and the body then you’ll find yourself one day waking in a panic or…
Not waking up at all.
But the thing is, if you survive, you’re never the same. Your confidence is shaken, you do everything to assure yourself that you’re still the same as you once were.
You don’t have to worry about that do you, Tombstone?
You and Igor, you’re above such petty plights of the mortal world. But that’s what neither of you get. Especially about me, I can see things nobody else can. I can see you’re the body and Igor your heart and you’re both out of whack, you’ve not had equilibrium in months.
But your guiding light in all of this has been the OSW Championship, it’s shown you a worth beyond, The Ferryman.
What happens when that’s gone, if even for a moment? Will it crush you? Will it kill your will to continue the chase?
Because I’ve been there, my heart and body one small thing interceding between them caused my brain to betray me. Thankfully it wasn’t large enough to put me down, only slow me down, ever so briefly.
When I intercede, when I invade this week and I take what’s become your guiding light from you. What will happen between your body and heart? Between you and Igor?
Do you think because you have that Championship you have all the stroke in OSW?
No, this briefcase makes me the stroke of OSW!
The blood clot that is coming to take the very Championship which you’ve allowed to act as your brain.
And when I do, will the relationship between you and Igor survive? Will the heart and body continue to act as one or will they wither and die upon the vine?
Because when I walk out there with this case in my hand, I will be the very stroke that costs you everything.
What little equilibrium that exists between you and Igor as the invading blood clot that costs you everything?
You and Igor may believe you’re above such petty plights of the mortal world, but I am the one thing that will pull you both down into my very mortal world, and make you terminal once more.
And while I stand above you, the World Championship clutched in my hand, Nobody will ask you the question…
Who Ferry’s the Ferryman?
Nobody, that’s who.