[Felix Foley sits on the edge of his bed, his head bandaged and his brain foggy. He opens up a book, looking intently at the pages with a squint.]
“Once upon a time, a bird and a mouse lived together in a cozy little home deep in the forest. Each had their own role: the bird flew far and wide, gathering wood for the fire, while the mouse fetched water, lit the fire, and set the table. Their system worked perfectly, and they lived in harmony.
One day, the bird grew frustrated. ‘I do all the hard work,’ he complained. ‘Flying to find wood is tiring! Let’s switch roles for a change.’
The mouse hesitated but agreed. The next morning, the mouse scampered into the forest to gather wood, but being small and slow, he didn’t notice a dog lurking nearby. In no time, the dog pounced, and the mouse was gone.
Meanwhile, the bird flew down to the stream to collect water. He dipped into the water with his beak but struggled to carry it. Determined, he went deeper, but he lost his balance and, unable to swim, drowned.”
[Felix closes the book.]
“We all have our roles and responsibilities in life. In Tag Team wrestling, it’s no different. The reason why my bestie and I are the greatest tag team in Old School Wrestling history is because each of us knows our place.”
[A grin creeps across his face.]
“I’m the mouse, see.”
[He nods emphatically.]
“I’m in charge of the water. It’s a tough job, but I’m good at it. See, whenever my buddy Doom gets hot, he can’t control himself. He has a temper. In those moments, I need to be there to cool him off.
I douse him in the water and make him realize that his anger is passing and doesn’t need to be acted upon. Burning Justice know this well. I’ve saved their bacon on countless occasions since they turned their back on the Pool Boys.”
[Foley grimaces.]
“And as the mouse, gathering that water and cooling things off, I know all too well that if I wasn’t doing my job, we’d have a problem. If I was out gathering the wood, I’d struggle to carry the weight of doing what needs to be done.
That’s why Doom does that.”
[He nods.]
“Narcissa Balenciaga and Captain Arcadia aren’t a team; heck, they aren’t even friends. Whilst they squabble over the best way to operate as a unit, we’re a well oiled machine. Whilst we’re content with knowing our roles, these two won’t be satisfied with what they have.
I may be the mouse and that might not be impressive to you, but the mouse has an important role.
Do you think either Captain Arcadia or Narcissa would be satisfied with being a mouse?
I think not.”
[Foley lays back on the bed.]
“See, the moral of the story is that sometimes, each has their own strength for a reason. Be content with the roles that make you, and those around you, thrive.
That’s what the besties do… best.”