Brawl

Soon enough, we were heading out the room, and into the hall—all of us dressed up, freshened up, and ready to basically have a long ride.

  I walked, trying to submit myself to a question that continued to challenge me as I continued along the fateful day: Was that enough? Is it time yet?

Now, I would say no. I don't think based on how I performed, that I would be eligible to really just say to her how I feel. But then, way more has happened before that conversation, which I feel like we're in the moment where this is probably acceptable.

But then came in the third wrestler in the ring: what she said.

  She said that she didn't ever think—or even want—someone at all. Now if she were to even accept them, they'd have to technically be tolerant to her very extraordinary personality.

But I can tolerate it. It's black and white. Opposites, but they work really well with each other.