Chapter 5: When Mary met Renshaw the “Chihuahua”

John “Heart Man” Hartley, finally met his match in 1881, when William Renshaw stepped onto Wimbledon’s tennis court. As the son of James, a flax spinner textile worker, he was determined to exploit Wimbledon to make a career from glamorous luxury clothing that could be associated with high society and athletic skill.
My aggressive Renshaw chihuahua, with his superdog ability to rush across the court, combined with his take over the world strategic tendency, which was hard wired into the architectural plans of his soul, encouraged the victory favours the prepared instinct that was pumping through his manly body with industrial strength.
William brought true dog fierceness to the traditionally sissy sport, as described by former 1878 Wimbledon champion Patrick Francis “The Mentalist” Hadow.
The “Renshaw Rush” effect had penetrated my hypersexuality in the most potent advanced fighter jet prototype thrusting way fathomable, that my low level intelligence clearance had to accept the fate of my temptress temple of femininity, and pounce on him, with the power of the yet to be discovered Goliath Bird Eating Tarantula. It only took me 5 minutes to get my hands onto his long strong wooden cricket bat, and that’s the story of how I conceived my second child.