Have you done that blog post yet, JB?
Here at The Burning Truth, we are a disparate (and yes, sometimes desperate) bunch.
There's Matt Burns, overlord and creative mastermind of the whole shebang (editorial check... is that a Johnny Gargano copyright?), who is the glue that holds it all together. If stuff needs to be done, he's the one who will make sure it is. He's been here for six years, so what he doesn't know about both wrestling and broadcasting can be written on the same grain of rice.
Then there's the new boy, James Irvine, who you were all more formally introduced to *on this very blog* only last week. He is the essence of the show and the glue that turns TBT from two blokes bickering about wrestling into a coherent broadcast experience.
He's also apparently allergic to custard and the colour teal, but let's keep those morsels of information to ourselves, shall we?
Which just leaves me, really. Who am I? I hear literally nobody ask. Well, I'm the small voice of reason, the king of irreverence, and the one who gets almost unbelievably annoyed at the stupid stuff WWE does that nobody else is even bothered by; like not being able to spell their own talent's names properly. For the record, guys, it's Jackson Ryker. J-A-C-K-S-O-N. got it? Good. I won't bloody tell you again...
I've now been on TBT for about three of its six years (across two stints) and I'm still not a hundred percent sure what it is I bring to the table. whatever it is though, it seems to render me worthy (Ha! in your face, Joseph Conners!) of continuing to appear and blather on every week. (except when life gets in the way and I can't.)
I'm also the current custodian of Booker T's Room of Candles (believe it or not, Booker himself has better things to do). But we don't mention that, as it **really** annoys Matt Burns.
Right, I think that's all you need to know for this week.
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