Every week. Every day. Every hour. Every minute. Every second, doughey, we get closer to "Slammy Come. Slammy go." When we meet in the center of that hallowed squared circle. Do you feel it? That hollow feeling that his digging a hole in your gut? That's fear. Fear of the Rocket. And what he will do to you. Make no mistake doughey, the Rocket is ready for you. He is at his peak, even though you are so far below him, he will give you everything he has. And when the dust settles you will ask, beg, to become a Rocketeers. You will sya that you have changed your ways. And I will look you straight in those dead eyes and I will tell you, right before inhit you with another red glare, "No, you are cursed to always be, a man called Doughey."