Taylor wants to have an NHB style cage match in my backyard, after we both start training again. Instead of a cage, we are going to lay string down on my lawn. We'll have some of the drunken monkeys from the P&B stand around with folding chairs to bash the shit out of anyone who falls out of the stringed area.
I told Taylor he could have a moderately sized stick to break over my head. I will make sure it's dry and fragile. It'll be more for looks and cool photo ops than to deal any damage.
Testa suggested the loser do a rugby style anal boot. I suggest to Taylor that we get in the car, drive to Pennsylvania, and make Testa do the anal boot. I will make sure Taylor gets plenty of driving practice on the way down, too.
I expect there will be no cage match, though. The green haze of blissfulness has Taylor caught up in it's web. That's the danger of being too smart without any kind of ambition.
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