“The first win is so sweet, but I can’t rest on my laurels. After a few days of partying with the peeps, I’ve received news that I will be in another triple threat match, and baby, I am ready for another round of a three-way dance.”
“Looking at my opponent profile that my lovely assistance has given me, man, they reminded me of some of the people that I’ve party with last week. I can’t help but to look at how my party is going, especially the dance floor. I see all kinds of characters and how they’re enjoying the party, but I saw two people on the dance floor that oddly resembled my opponent.”
“The first person that caught my eye was someone that looks like Jackson Cade; man, he is so stiff on the dance floor that he makes a standing picture of myself more chill than him. When I look at that guy, my thoughts were either that he needs someone to pass him a WD-40 for his joints, or he was practicing auditioning for a role as one of the trees in an upcoming theater play, and he is killing it, baby! As much as I love that we have all kinds of dances on my dancefloor, I called my guys to escort him out from my dancefloor and ask one of them to get WD40 for the poor guy is on his way out. Jackson Cade is like that guy. He has too many things on his plate that he’s starting to be stiff. He needs to loosen up, and I will be that WD40 that Cade so desperately needed, but the difference is that I will hurt you, baby.”
“And then I saw someone like Mr. Sunshine! Looking at the way he dances and interacts with people warms my heart. I’m really glad that I know someone that can match my energy, baby! He’s so “positivity personified” that when I saw him trip, he thanked the floor for breaking his fall. I believe that if a mosquito bites him, he would thank it for making him feel needed. But one thing I notice about Mr. Sunshine is that he’s not alone; he has his buddies around him, and he has reasons for it. He needed them around, as once he was about to run out of juice, he would use them as a portable charger for him to continue to be the “positivity personified” person that he claims to be. So, Mr. Sunshine, what are you going to do when you ran out of juice during our dance, buddy? You can’t expect your circus buddy to come and aid you, right?”
“I can’t wait for this three-way dance. Cade can try to stiffen his way into control, and Sunshine could bounce around the ring until he needs his buddies to charge him up. Once the confetti falls from the sky, I will be the last one standing. So gentlemen, are you ready to have fun?”