Ten minutes before we go on, I go into the bathroom and this very large woman kicks the crap out of me, and grabs my right hand, which has all these problems, and bends it back, which is why I know that it’s an inside job and that someone told her I had a hurt hand. It’s complicated in that she went after my weak spot. At first she tossed me around a little bit, and it didn’t hurt, so I just kind of let her. Then she got me on the ground and started smashing my head against the floor, and grabbed the hand and bent it back, and that’s when I got kind of sick of it and kicked her off me. Girls were screaming and running and I knew they would go get the guys, and the guys did come and she ran away. They chased after her and didn’t find her. Yeah, she hurt an already injured hand, and you know what? Her goal was for me not to play that night, so I played that night.