You're a revolutionary first and a wrestler second. That's important to remember. After all, how can you expect others to take the cause to heart if you don't place it as the top priority yourself?

You pore over your notes for this evening's speech. There's some good stuff in here. One point that you find especially compelling is that a society without laws is not a society without morals; however, the state's exploitation of the people it professes to govern is immoral to the core. Collecting tax dollars by force, or at the very least the threat of force, and using it to bring force to bear on foreign civilians is just one distasteful aspect of the government's excesses. Then, of course, there's the astronomical rate of imprisonment, largely of peaceful people.

You have plenty of talking points, and hopefully the crowd will be receptive to what you have to say.

With what you intend to say covered, you set to work on how you intend to say it. The value of good oratory is not, nor has it ever been, lost on you. You rehearse key phrases. You practice your gestures in the mirror. You work on your speech until it seems, at least to you, fluid, logical, and natural.

You feel ready for tonight's rally, and with some time to spare. There are a lot of things you could be doing, but a few come to mind that you would really like to do.

You haven't called your mother in a while, for instance. She's the only family left to you, and while she hasn't always been the greatest mom, she's still your mom. Life on the road hasn't afforded you many opportunities to contact her, and this seems like a good one.

That being said, the sudden and complete disappearance of Piter Svoboda after the APW event has weighed on your mind more than you care to admit. While you don't necessarily miss his calls for money, assistance out of jams, and sometimes just conversation, you still worry about him. You try to reassure yourself that it's just because he's a huge loose end with the feds, but there's more to it than that. He was your idol growing up, and while you've taken a turn for the iconoclastic since then you still remember the way he, his matches, and his promos made you feel. When you met him and trained with him, he started to become something of a father figure. The broke, drunken, junkie father you never had.

Of course, there are things to be taken care of closer to home. You haven't weighed in with your inner circle lately quite as much as you would prefer. You can't help but feel that there are several unresolved issues with them that should be worked out. After all, they're your staunchest supporters in the revolution. They are strength and inspiration when you need it most, and in many ways you owe them more than they know.

a) I'd better give mom a call.

b) Maybe I can figure out where Piter is.

c) I should take care of matters closer to home and deal with the inner circle.

X) CHEAT