Fyre's Fight Journal, Chapter 32: Interview with a Valkyrie
"I give...." I blurt out as the tall, black woman twists my arm behind my back while she has me trapped face down in my own backyard. "Nice one... you're learning fast... time for a break?" I ask Tamika as we sit up in the grass, breathing heavily as we bask in the pleasantly warm September sun.
"Thanks, blondie ... let's call it day." Tamika says as she lies on her back and stretches out in her sweat soaked, gray sports bra and tight workout shorts. My previous opponent and I have been training for the last 90 minutes. She is helping me with my boxing and I am helping her with her ground game. I haven't done much actual training before but I am willing to do anything I can if it gives me an edge against Jolene whenever I get another shot at her.
"Sounds good... I'll go get some wine." I say, rising to get the Rose‘. "We are catfighters not savages, after all."
"It better not be any of that boxed shit.... I'll be in the pool..." Tamika laughs as I help her to her feet.
A few minutes later we are lounging in my pool enjoying one of the last weeks where it will be warm enough to swim. "You are making the suburbs more appealing by the minute..." my former rival says as she finishes her second glass. "So, Kelli.... have you given any thought to the club I told about?"
As I remember my last match at Billy's, I'm thinking a change of venue might be a good idea. "Not lately... I was preoccupied for awhile, but I'm definitely interested now." I respond. We spend the next hour and the last half bottle of wine discussing our shared hobby and Tamika's home club, The Valkyrie's Palace.
Evidently it is operated by a member of the city's high society who happens to be a catfighter. The place sounds like a welcome change from Billy's. Since the fighters are from the city's upper crust, they fight masked as not to reveal their identities. At least to the public, once a woman has been defeated the winner gets to take her to her locker room and unmask her. The money is ridiculous compared to what I'm used to making at Billy's or the 'Coop. "Ok... pass my information on to this Valkyrie lady." I say, convinced that this is just what I need.
"Sure thing, sweetie... expect a call from her soon and an interview. I'm sure you'll be accepted." She says with a smile.
The next day I receive a call from a local number that I don't recognize. "Umm... hello?"
"Please hold for the Valkyrie" a voice says on the other end of line.
"Mrs. Rose...this is the Valkyrie, but you probably know me as Genevieve Jones." Holy shit, the Genevieve freakin' Jones?!? Genevieve is the youngest daughter of a billionaire oil and gas tycoon. This woman is local celebrity. She is just a few years older than me and she was the "it" girl around here while I was a teenager. Drop dead gorgeous, tall, athletic, great fashion sense, big boobs and a billionaire's daughter who earned a volleyball scholarship. We all wanted to be Genevieve Jones in high school. Well, at least I did.
"You were referred to my organization by a member here. I've checked out your profile on the 'site... pretty impressive. Though, you are significantly under our normal wealth threshold, but personally, I want you to fight at my club even if the board disagrees.... but, hey, it is ... my club, right? All that's left is for you to come by for an interview and I will be testing you myself... bring a bikini... yea....it is that kind of interview. As much as I hate to admit it and even though this is business, it is a business that takes into account what you look like almost as much as how you fight.... I'll send you the particulars... see you tomorrow morning."
I wake excited and ready for my interview with Genevieve like a giddy schoolgirl getting to meet her teenage idol. Although I am not exactly sure what this interview entails, I feel ready for anything. The email I received later instructed me to dress in workout gear and bring a bikini. Any other gear will be provided. Much different than any other interview I've ever had. Fortunately, Jake is allowed to be there for most of this and that puts me a little more at ease.
We drive to the location, which is on the top floor of a high rise downtown in the city. We are met by a no nonsense blue eyed brunette in her early 30's. I notice that she is around my size, maybe a little taller. I begin to immediately size her up. I'm not so naive to believe that I won't have to fight during this interview and this woman looks like the most likely candidate. That she is a fit looking woman dressed gym clothes only furthers my suspicions.
The woman takes me to the top floor of the building. When the elevator opens there is Genevieve Jones standing there, in the flesh. Dressed in a pink and black sports bra, workout shorts combination sporting her own brand name. While she was larger than life in my teen years, she looks nearly as large in front of me. As I stare up at her, I figure she has to be nearly 6 feet tall.
"Good morning, Mrs. Rose... can I call you Kelli? I see you have met my assistant, Alice. If you'll follow me to my office, we'll talk business. Your husband can hangout here with Alice. They'll rejoin us at the arena for the final part of the interview .... you two can watch some videos of our latest fights." I'm guessing the probability of Alice and I fighting it out are close to one hundred percent. The Amazon turns and I follow, leaving Jake and the assistant in the lobby.
We go through a hallway and into the energy heiress's office. She probably has spent more on furnishings than Jake and I spent buying our house. I look around and see that, for all of her money and being raised with the privilege that comes with being a socialite with a billionaire father, the pictures she has decorated the office with look like those that any typical woman would. She has a few with her father, you can tell that they are close. She has a wedding photo of her and her husband, the former pro football player and finally several of her three children. Most are candid, casual photos not staged or professionally done. This woman seems genuine and, oddly, normal.
"Ok, Kelli... as much as I hate this... you need to get into your bikini. You can use my private restroom to change." Genevieve instructs me, gesturing to a door. Thinking that I'll probably end up fighting in this bikini, I went with a bright red one that is pretty much like the one I in fight at Billy's. I return properly attired. The heiress meets me in the open area of the office and begins to look me over.
"I've seen your resume..." the blonde uses air fingers quotes on the word 'resume'. "You made it to championship fight at a different club.... that was a tough fight..sorry it didn't work out."
"Yes, ma'am... it was a tough one to swallow." I reply. Nothing takes the wind out of your sails like your teenage idol bringing up a loss to your most hated rival.
"It was a good fight though... and call me Genny. For God's sake, I'm only four years older than you.." she chuckles as she continues to evaluate me. I don't know what it is but something about this woman just puts me at ease. "You're... five foot five-"
"And one half inch... five foot five and one half inch" I chirp with a smile. Earning me one in return.
"Yes... 5' 5 1/2" inches tall.... 130 pounds... a good size... very popular and very competitive..." Genevieve continues looking me over with a fine tooth comb. She is completely in business woman mode now. For some reason this makes it less creepy than it would if someone like Billy was doing it.
The tall blonde, finishes her in depth inspection of my body and her smile returns. "A beautiful woman and fierce fighter. As a promoter... you really are what I'm looking for. That's part of why I interview any possible candidates that will be fighting here...." inside I'm blushing, being called beautiful and a fierce fighter by Genevieve Jones is almost too much joy for me to hide.
The tall woman pauses, looking at my chest and cocking her head to the side. "About a B cup?.... you clearly make enough to afford to go larger.... I'm sure many in your neighborhood do... but something tells me you're confident enough in yourself.... I admire that. I think I'm going to like you, Kelli."
She motions for me sit down and pulls a robe from a cabinet. Handing it to me before taking her place behind her desk. "With that bit of unpleasant business out of the way. Let me tell you about this place. We pride ourselves on making sure the women who fight here are paired up against equals... despite the lopsided matchups many of the benefactors seem to want. Kelli, I promise you that I'll never put you in a fight that isn't fair..." That sounds pretty good after some of the matches I've seen at Billy's.
"Keeping in mind my personal assurance of a fair fight, understand that everything else is also dictated by us as well. You will, however, be more than welcome to decline any offers that you don't feel comfortable with... How does that sound, Kelli?"
"It sounds a lot different than what I'm used to.... pretty refreshing, actually. So, basically I just show up and fight?"
"Exactly... and only in fights you agree to. No pressure or penalty for declining an offer... I can't overstate that. You will be putting your body on the line out there, naked, in front of men other than your husband. It's not an easy thing to do- and I will be profiting from it... you will too, but I feel responsible and I really want to make sure that you're as comfortable as possible to make this a win/win. Sounds like you're still interested. Shall I move on to the house rules and, the ever important, payment part?"
"I am more than interested... please do. "
"The rules are always the same, with very few exceptions. You will be given a mask and only be called by your ring name.... surely you understand that for most of our fighters anonymity is the highest priority. The vast majority of them are very well known or related in some way to someone that is very well known.... CEOs, television personalities, musicians, politicians... you get the point. Even though most patrons suspect I run this place, none have ever seen my face. So there is still doubt. The masks are never removed in public."
"The other rules are pretty straightforward. You fight nude.." That makes the mask pretty important in my world. "Anything short of eye gouging goes.... understand, that for all of the fetish-y stuff around, you will be in a real and raw fight." I can deal with that. "The fight ends when one woman asks for and receives a verbal surrender.....for the most part, we don't officially do stakes... however, you and your opponent can agree to whatever you want in that regard... the post match loss of a mask is plenty for most women, but not all. The winner will get some time to celebrate at the loser's expense. When I've seen enough, I'll throw a leash to the winner and she will take her defeated foe to a backroom. In the backroom, the loser will surrender her mask to the winner. The first mask is free. After that, they'll cost you five hundred dollars. Typically, the winner will unmask as well.... most of us want the loser to know who conquered them.... of course, if you already know your opponent, other things may be agreed to ahead of time. Are those agreeable to you, Kelli?"
Fighting nude in front of a crowd is a little scary but the mask sounds safe enough. Add in that I will get to start collecting masks and I don't see how I could ever turn down this opportunity. "Yes, ma'am- I mean Genny. Those rules sound fine to me... and the pay?" Reminding her that I am a bit of a businesswoman myself.
"How could I forget that?... Our members on the sponsor and benefactor side put up money for the women who they want to see... you'll get 25% minimum or 50% of you win... so, the more you impress them, the more you'll get... make sense?"
"Completely... what is my next step?"
"We do still have the last part of the interview.... this is where I'll evaluate your ability as a fighter. I'm sure you knew that you'd be fighting this morning, didn't you?"
"I was pretty sure.... I noticed that Alice was dressed appropriately and around my size... I saw it coming"
Genevieve gets an amused expression on her face. "You're mostly right... when I say I'm going to evaluate you.... I mean I am going to evaluate you... so we will fight it out. Same basic rules apply but no masks and we'll be in bikinis...."
I think my jaw just hit the expensive rug on the floor of the office. I'm about to go toe to toe with Genevieve freaking Jones. I'm more concerned with overcoming my 'fangirl-ism" than the obvious size difference.
Genevieve sees my concern "Don't worry, sugar... this won't count against you. I wouldn't consider this a fair fight- I promise the rest will be... unless you don't go all out against me, then I'll throw you in a match with someone much better or bigger.... and I do think I forgot the last thing, if you ever want to challenge me publicly, the prize is a million dollars and we put our masks on the line. I know that sounds tempting and I'm sure you'll want to know how we'd fare against each other... if we were to do it for real. So I'd definitely not hold anything back if I were you.... let's get Alice and your husband. Then head back to the arena... the 'battlefield' as we call it here."
I always have butterflies before a fight but this on a different level. I squeeze Jake's hand, trying to calm myself down on the way. Everything is running through my head right now. The risk of fighting naked in front of a crowd, fighting in front of the city's upper crust, fighting evenly matched women, fighting for amounts of money that could make life much easier, fighting an Amazon like Genevieve. By the time we reach the arena, my husband's touch has me more excited than nervous and I am ready to take the Valkyrie's test.
The "Palace" couldn't look any more different from Billy's. Instead of a cage the battlefield here is open, round, covered in what appears to the sport turf stuff that they use in indoor stadiums with what looks like another ring of white sand around that. The gallery is plush with theater type seating or leather covered booths with tables and probably seats a couple of hundred guests. With the exception of the green turf, everything is either a pristine white or gold- including the "Valkyrie's" throne that overlooks the battlefield. My favorite feature about this place is how the whole thing is surrounded by windows and since it's the tallest building around, its like we are in the sky- a coliseum in the clouds. It truly is an impressive venue.
Alice walks up to me as Jake and I sit near the battlefield. "Here... the Valkyrie forgot to mention that we use these.." the brunette hands me a white pair of fingerless MMA gloves. "We find that it is more profitable to not have the fighters breaking their hands.... she will be out momentarily... good luck, Mrs. Rose." I thank her and put them on.
"Well... you get a mask and gloves... you won't be completely naked, I guess." Jake says shrugging, trying to rationalize his wife fighting nude in front of a bunch of rich men. I give him a reassuring smile that he doesn't have anything to worry about, before giving him a quick kiss and making my way on to the battlefield to stretch before Genevieve comes out.
I'm bouncing around, trying to stay limber in my red bikini, hair in a ponytail, wearing my nice, new gloves when The Valkyrie walks out. She also has her long blonde hair tied up into a ponytail. She's wearing a white bikini that looks good against her tan skin. Even though, her bikini is cut as modestly as mine, her natural D cups are causing the fabric to strain. She is very well built- shapely, soft and feminine, but still exuding power. She is beautiful, elegant and sexy. I'm not ashamed to say that I am more than a little bit jealous and I am slightly worried that my husband is about to see me going head to head with such a personification of perfection.
We meet in the center of the turf. Standing in front of the blonde I become acutely aware of just how much bigger than me this woman is. She is nearly 6 inches taller than me and even though she is still softly feminine, it's impossible not to see just how muscular she is as well, she probably weighs close to 165 pounds. I wouldn't have believed that before but every single part of this woman is bigger than me and if you saw pictures of both of us with no frame of reference, you'd probably think she was only 10 pounds heavier or so not 35.
I hate to admit this, but standing toe to toe with The Valkyrie, for the first time before a fight, I am truly intimidated. "Kelli, remember. Don't hold anything back... and let's leave it all out here." I nod my head, in acknowledgement and we each take a step back. "Alice... get us started."
"Ready... Fight!" Alice barks. I reckon my only shot is to hit fast and hit hard. I explode into motion charging the bigger blonde. I catch her off guard, my shoulder burying itself between her massive tits. Genevieve takes a couple of steps backwards before she slings me to the ground. I tumble onto the turf, rolling several feet before I stop and scramble to my feet.
"You're a feisty one, aren't ya?" She says with a little smile as she rolls her neck and raises her hands back to a fighting position.
"You have no idea.." I retort as I begin to start stalking her again. I move quickly around as she holds the middle of the arena. I'm looking for an opening when 'thwack!' Genevieve catches me with a kick in the thigh from her long legs. Fuck. That hurt nearly as bad as it sounded. The only chance I have is to get in close and try to hurt the big woman.
I charge in again, I take a hard shot to my ribs but manage to get a hold of Genevieve's hair. Using all of my weight, I yank the blonde ponytail forcing the Amazon to bend at the waist. She responds instinctively by grabbing mine, I've got her off balance and at a disadvantage. I start wailing away in wild bitch clench trying to overwhelm her.
The Valkyrie groans as she takes the punishment. The the blonde begins to fire back with careful and deliberate punches to my body as she absorbs my furious fusillade of fists. I can tell that I'm hurting her, but every one of her punches hits like a sledge hammer. The third time I feel the socialite's knuckles collide with my ribs my knees buckle and I yelp.
I'm nearly in a panic knowing I can't trade shots with this stronger woman. I send a knee towards her body. I feel one of her heavy breasts mushroom around my knee and I hear her yelp this time. That blow hurt her. My joy is short lived as the bigger woman sinks her nails into my chest and shoves me away. I manage to hold onto her hair but now I'm off balance and at arm's length from her. I see what's about to happen but can't move quick enough.
I feel the her knuckles collide with my ribs again, stunning me just long enough for her right to slam into my jaw. I spiral down to the turf landing on my belly. I quickly try to shake the cobwebs from my head and roll onto my back gaping to get to a better position before the bigger blonde pounces on me. To my surprise, Genevieve is still standing there.
"Get up, I'm not finished with you" the heiress taunts, motioning me to get back on my feet as she bounces back and forth on the balls of her feet. She looks down and see that her top has slipped and she has one tit hanging out. As I'm getting to my feet she rips the top off and tosses it out of the battlefield with a frustrated grunt. Not to be outdone, I do the same before I get back into a fighting stance.
Even though we are both battered and breathing heavily, it is like bitch isn't taking me seriously. Time to make her pay for that mistake. Again, I charge the bigger woman. This time my shoulder catches her around her hips as she was trying to kick, knocking her off balance. We tumble to the turf. I'm able to lock my legs around her waist and start squeezing her for all I'm worth.
While she pries at my thighs, I begin unleashing a torrent of punishment, pummeling the Amazon with fists, claws and curses. My confidence building as I hear her groans and force her to cover up as she goes on defense. "Had... enough... yet... you... big... bitch?" I screech in between my strikes.
"Not even... fucking close... cxnt!" Genevieve replies in a growl, twisting her body until we are chest to chest, locked in a tight hair pulling clench as we lie on our sides. Skillfully and methodically, she maneuvers me onto my back. I still have my legs wrapped around the big blonde's waist but I feel control of the fight being slowly wrested away from me again.
We both begin slipping in short punches to the ribs, driving groans from each other's lips. Our bodies are both glistening with our combined perspiration and our chests are wagging their own war as her massive mammories press against my smaller, firmer girls.
After trading close to a dozen more punches, my bigger opponent decides to tighten the clench as she gathers herself on her knees. The Valkyrie lets a loud grunt, I feel my back leave the turf as she lifts me up before slamming me back down. I hear myself groan but manage to keep my legs around her, trying to squeeze her ribs enough to stop her. I see the strain on her face as her teeth grit in resistance to my scissors, but she fights through the pain and repeats the move two more times. I hold on for dear life but the last one nearly knocks me out as my head smacks into the ground again. I find myself flat on my back, legs now sprawled and motionless.
With the fog clearing I find myself flat on my back with heiress on top of me pinning me to the artificial turf as she stares down at me. I know deep down that I'm beaten. Then, the blonde does something unexplainable. She gets to her feet. I quickly scramble back to my feet.
Part of me is relieved but the bigger part of me still feels disrespected. It is as if she thinks she is just going to toy with me like a cat with mouse. I raise my hands and begin to stalk back towards the Amazon intent on making her pay for her mistake.
As we pace around the circular battlefield, I take stock of our current conditions. I might have been doing a lot of damage but I'm clearly the woman who is worse off now. I know I don't have much of a chance, but at least I have a chance. I may be hurting and breathing heavily but I'm still light on my feet- and still faster than Genevieve.
Once more, I press the attack. Darting in and out, stinging my foe with small combinations of two or three punches before escaping. The Valkyrie grabs at me as she realizes that the few punches she's is able to land aren't doing nearly the damage to me as my bunches of punches are doing to her.
She swipes at me against and I am able to connect with a rib rocking hook that freezes the bigger woman just long enough for me to follow up with another hook that connects solidly with The Valkyrie's jaw sending her staggering. For a brief moment I see a look of fear in Genevieve's eyes as she blinks off the effects of the punch before her face returns to a look of determination. I'm betting that she is regretting that she didn't finish me off when she had the chance.
As I bounce around looking for my next opening, I can't help but to think that training with Tamika is what is making the difference right now. On the downside, I'm pretty sure that shot to the jaw would have put most of my opponents on the ground for a 10 count and this bitch just shook it off. At least she moving cautiously now. So, while Genevieve may be tough, we both know she isn't invincible.
I continue to try and keep this fight as close to a boxing match as I can, but even that tactic is starting show diminishing returns as the heiress takes a much more patient and defensive posture. Then it happens, I get too predictable and Genevieve rushes in with a growl and catches me.
The much taller woman wraps her strong arms around my chest just beneath my armpits and lifts me off the ground in a bear hug. I let out a loud groan as I feel her breasts flatten mine as her arms begin to crush the air from my lungs. Within a minute I find myself barely clinging to consciousness. My arms dangle listlessly and my legs hover helplessly several inches off the turf of the battlefield.
Just when I'm about to my breaking point, the Valkyrie has to readjust her grip. I gulp in a couple of breathes and try to struggle free before she is able to reestablish the hold, this time around my waist. She picks me up higher this time and I'm draped over her shoulder. Desperately, I fire several weak punches into her back and rake my claws across her lower back.
"Bitch!" Genevieve spits as she feels my nails dig in before she whips me to the turf like a rag doll. Any remaining fight is knocked out of me and I lie flat on my back moaning, unable to stop the Amazon as she slithers on top of me.
The Valkyrie interlocks her fingers with mine and stretches my arms above my head. I feel the weight of her body press mine into the artificial grass of the arena. My chest struggles to rise straining to lift Genevieve and her massive tits as I fight for air. Next, I feel the blonde's powerful legs snake around mine then apply a grapevine hold. I groan loudly as she locks the hold in completely until I have no leverage to resist. I am beaten and completely at the other woman's mercy now as her taller body stretches me to the point of tears.
"Kelli... do... you... surrender?" Genevieve asks firmly between her deep breaths.
"I give... please stop..." I blurt out as quickly as I can. Immediately, I feel the pressure of the hold abate as Genevieve releases the hold. For a few moments the bigger woman rests on top of me before rolling off and onto her back. Both of us lie still recovering for close to a minute before the powerfully built fighter rises to her feet.
Even if I wasn't exhausted, I know what is coming and what my role is at this point. I lie passively waiting for The Valkyrie to cement her victory. I close my eyes and wait for the hated feeling of another woman's foot pressing down on me as she poses for the cameras. I'm slightly surprised when I don't feel Genevieve's foot. I open one eye slightly and see her standing above me like a topless golden haired goddess. Her tan, sweat covered skin glistening beneath the bright lights of the arena as she extends her hand to help me to my feet. "Your evaluation is over, sugar...."
I accept her offer and she assists me to my fight, even giving me a hug. "I have to say, Kelli.... I'm impressed." My former idol says with a smile.
"Thanks... but... you kicked my ass." I reply still getting my breath back- which isn't easy after the battering my ribs endured from the bigger woman.
"That was only the second time I've ever been worried in an evaluation.... if you do as well as I think you will, maybe I'll get the chance to watch you and her go at it." Genevieve continues. "It was good to have a challenge again... you're a tough fighter."
I can't help but to beam. Genevieve freaking Jones just complimented me beyond my wildest dreams. That lessens the pain, and the loss, a little bit. I try to regain my tough business like demeanor again. "So... does that mean I passed?"
"Sweetie you passed just by walking through my door... this was to see what you are made of- like I said, I'm impressed.... as soon as your mask is finished we will get you in for some pictures. Hopefully, some benefactors take notice sooner rather than later and we can both make some money... speaking of your mask, I think I know the perfect theme for your persona..."
"Really?!... I can't wait." I say excitedly anxiously waiting to see what kind of impression I left on the heiress.
"As we grappled and fought, I couldn't help but to think that you seem to embody most of the things I love about Texas... you're tough as nails- Texas tough... you're tenacious and relentless- like the summers here... wild and violent like a tornado...and finally, you're fearless. You've got that fighting spirit that we're known for.... I think I'll call you Lady Lonestar... we'll give you a mask designed around our flag. How's that sound, Kelli?"
"Genny..... that sounds... Absolutely Perfect!" I respond. I doubt I could have come up with a better persona had I been allowed to name myself and all of it coming from someone I admired so much in my youth. I am overcome with pride.
By the time we get to the car, I'm practically talking Jake's ear off. My mouth is moving a mile a minute as I try to verbalize all of the possibilities that this could open for me. What I don't mention is how happy I am to be somewhere that Jolene isn't. As excited as I am about the Valkyrie's Palace, not having to deal with that fucking bitch may be just as influential on my mood.
A few days later- after the soreness has finally subsided, my doorbell rings. It's Alice. I open the door and greet her. She is still maintaining her professional, all business attitude. "The Valkyrie would like me to present your mask to you.... and this small amount of compensation. She told me to let you know that she would normally have to pay good money for a training session as vigorous as your evaluation. Finally, she asked for you to come by the office sometime this week so we can create your promotional package... instructions are included. Good day Mrs. Rose."
As quickly as she arrived, Alice is gone. Leaving me alone with just the expensive looking box containing my mask and gloves and an envelope. I want to wait for my husband to get home to open it but the excitement is too much and I don't make it past the kitchen table before I open it up.
I'm blown away by the mask's design. It is the red, white and blue of the Texas flag with the white "lonestar" making up the face. I stare at the mask for a few minutes. "Oh.. what the hell... " I say as I pull my hair into a ponytail and pull the mask on. I see that the $500 dollar price tag isn't simply punitive for losing a fight. This thing is all leather and hand crafted. The quality is exquisite. I wouldn't be surprised if it cost more than that. It's much more comfortable than I thought it would be. I can breath and see just fine. I don't think it will cause me a bit of difficulty during a fight.
Finally, I walk to the powder room in the hall to see how I look in the room's big mirror. I inspect myself for a moment before pulling off my shirt, followed by my bra, trying to look as much like I will when I step onto the battlefield. On the other side of the glass stands Lady Lonestar. I feel like there is an electric current running through my body as I think of standing over another masked, nude woman, wondering who she is, the excitement of taking her to the private room, having her remove her mask and reveal herself to me. I'm not sure when I'll get my chance to have an adventure on the battlefield at the Valkyrie's Palace, but I am sure that I'm going to have a hard time waiting for it to happen.
