Nobody, once their heart broke, do you remember Jessica, or Sarah, or Claire, or Matt, or Mike, or Steve?

When they told you they would never upset you, they would never affect your emotions,

and then they walked out the door, and they never came back.

It's not why I'm at it.

The point is that emotions are funny old things.

Recently, WWE have tapped into that wonderfully, because of course we have the plight of Sami Zayn,

right now is basically like a puppy being led to slaughter.

All of this does seem ready to explode at our February pay-per-view, too.

Excuse me, premium live event. You know what that means, don't you?

WWE is about to break your heart. Why? Here's why.

Then it does time for the discourse that people shouting each other.

It should be Roman versus Sami at WrestleMania, and I totally see where you're coming from.

We have built this story over the last year or so, which means it's perfect WrestleMania for that.

We can't argue with that, and if you are, you're being that guy awesome.

But let's not pretend we don't have a bunch of joy we can jump into,

because not only are we going to get this anti-illimination chamber,

but the other narrative going on over here is Cody Rhodes versus Roman Reigns,

and give him what they've done on Raw recently with Paul Heyman.

I ain't moaned about it.

Let us focus on the second month of the year, though, because the challenge has been made,

and the challenge has been accepted, so it's time to lock ourselves in and fill the Gs.

Insolent individuals have tried to fancy book how we could get out of this thing,

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