Alter Ego III Respect I'm high up on the line, you can get behind me But my head's so big you can't sit behind me ..:: My thoughts on respect? No one has any respect. See, people love to throw that term around. Oh, I respect this person and I respect that person. Then, once you do something bad or something wrong people don’t respect you. It’s like love. People can say they love something but once it gets old you hate it. ::.. ..:: That’s not what it means. ::.. ..:: When you respect something, you’ve seen it through the ups and the downs. You’ve respect this thing because you’ve seen everything it has to offer and more. So when people say that they respect me on name alone, I don’t even care. People like Samantha…they’ve seen me at my lowest of lows. They saw me when I was nothing and now I’m something and there’s that respect there. You get what I’m saying? People don’t respect people. They just say it to get on someone’s good side. ::.. ..:: People don’t like being on someone’s bad side. ::.. ..:: They feel it will make them weak. They feel that being on someone’s bad side will ruin their chances at any success. That’s why so many people ‘respect’ me. They don’t want to get on my bad side. However, I don’t respect anyone except for three people. ::.. ..:: One of them I happen to be fucking. ::.. We’re home. We’re home. It’s comforting not to be in a hospital room while you wait to see if your children are going to die. It’s comforting not seeing your wife in a state you’ve never seen her in. She’s the strong one and to see her in a submissive state is not something I’m used to. It was frightening and for once in my life, I was afraid. You heard it right. I was afraid. She’s sitting in the living room reading one of her romance novels. I don’t understand why she’s into that smut but she is. She has shelves and shelves of the shit and I don’t get it. She loves reading about Indians with eight packs fucking innocent girls they saved from the danger of their lives. I think she gets off on it. I’m trying to forget about what happened a few days ago. The doctor said nothing was wrong and that everything looked fine with the fetuses. He pretty much said it was just something that hadn’t happened to Samantha because, apparently, women do that kind of thing a lot right after they first have signs of pregnancy. But I digress. The fireplace crackles in the living room as I enter with two glasses of hot chocolate. I hand one to Lisa and she willingly takes it. I sit on the other side of her and put my Mac laptop on my lap. “So how’s the sex book?” “It’s alright. I’m right deep in the middle of their sexual desire. I think he’s about to inser…” “Enough Sam. That’s gross coming from you,” I say and she kinda chuckles. She pulls back her hair and ties it in a ponytail as she takes a sip from her hot chocolate. “This is pretty good. You make it yourself?” “Kinda. This box told me how to make it but I did all the stirring” I say and she just chuckles. “You’re such a child at heart.” “I suppose. But I’m glad you like it dear. You deserve it after the last couple of days we’ve had.” “Yeah. It has been crazy” She says and I can see her dropping her guard for a split second. I really need to know how she feels so this is the chance I have to jump on this. “You feeling alright?” “Yeah, I guess. I’m just really nervous. I’m on my toes now. I don’t know what is going to happen in these next couple of months. No one knows now. You know my family has a history of miscarriages so I have to be careful, you know?” She says and I simply nod my head. I take a drink from my cup and continue to look her in the eyes. “I understand. I mean, I don’t want anything to happen to my four angels. I just don’t know what is going through your head right now. I probably never will. I just hope your mind is alright. I just hope you’re not mentally destroyed by all this.” “Oh, no no no. The only thing that was going through my mind was how much you cared for me. The only thing I was thinking was how much you actually loved me because I had my doubts.” “Oh, I know.” “I mean, you were there for me. Sure you got a little pissed off at the nurses and doctors, but you were there for me. I really loved that. You could have gone home and left me there but you didn’t. I really appreciated that.” “Well, you know I’ll always be there for you. You know that. Just remember that if I happen to snap or get angry that it’s not because of anything. It’s just because I’m worried about you and I have a lot of stress to deal with. So don’t be worried, alright?” I finish and she looks at me and then at her book. “You know I’ve read so many books and I’ve never found a good sex scene?” She says, totally disregarding my word. I feel as though she knows all of this but me repeating it gives her a sense of security. It’s like she has my mind figured out. It’s like she knows what I am thinking at every moment. It’s kinda creepy. “Well, maybe they should write one of ours in there” I jokingly say and she puts her book down on the table and looks at me and smiles. “You know, I’ve really missed the sex. I’ve missed it so much. When it was good, damn was it good” “I would have never expected you to say that. Does this mean it comes sooner after the pregnancy?” I say with a grin on my face. A man needs sex to function properly. Again there is that silly rumor about sex before a fight making are legs weak, horse shit is what that is “You’ll have to wait and see, now won’t you?” She says and finishes her cup of hot chocolate. She rests her head on my shoulder as we watch the fire crackle in the fire place. I respect her for everything she’s been able to do and then some. I wouldn’t have been able to do any of what she has done. She has more integrity and desire than I’ll ever have. For that, I respect her. She’s the one. It just took twelve years to figure it out. I'm doing pretty good as far as geniuses go *** It’s funny how things come full circle isn’t it? When I first came to HIW I was the elite champion in fact I was the first HIW champion, never mind what Matt clams but I was handed the championship on day one. Now look at me. What am I? Oh, you don’t know? Let me inform you then. I am the soon to be two time Elite Champion I am Johnny Styles. Some people don’t seem to realize this. Some people can’t grasp the fact that I am unstoppable. Some people want to live in the past and use past experiences to try and justify a future victory for them. For example? Matt Marvel. Now, I’ve beaten this cat about three weeks ago, did such a job homeboy wasn‘t cleared to wrestle, had to be held up in bed, back in Boston. The Mean streets of Boston. Sure he also defeated me, But I didn’t need a medical leave after that lose. Matt, don’t give me grief about being off your game and that’s why I beat you. Going into my match at Vital Signs I was dealing with a possible divorce, the fact that I’m having three daughters, and the fact that no one will pass on the name of SBK. On top of that, the stress of getting back my Elite Championship while everyone on this roster wants me to hang up the boots I still won. The fact you lost to me on that night was simply because you’re not better than me. The fact that I made you look like a complete moron on that same night wasn’t my fault I mean, you have to be a moron if you think you’re going to have any success against me in this Steel City match. You think that because you’ve been the Elite Champion for the past month or so that it makes you more versatile than me? You think it shows strength and determination? Pardon me if I’m wrong but I think Beating you and then making Wheeler look like you anal plug the following week shows more determination and versatility than your drunk, stumbling ass will ever show. Keep Drunk talking, Matt, you’re doing most of the work for me. It’s all you do, to be honest. You talk out of you ass, trying to convince people you’re the best when really your making your self look like a pompous ass. I believe its time for a intervention, I believe its time to take a boot to the side of your head to sober you up a bit. It’s just your destiny, Matt. It’s your destiny to feel the violent strike from SBK. It’s your destiny to fall by my hand. You can’t avoid it and you hate to admit it. You can’t ignore that the last time we met, one on one, I beat your ass so hard you went back to Boston licking your wounds. This time, though, I’m gonna beat your ass so hard you commit suicide. Won’t that be the day. The Legacy, SBK, God, The Next ELITE Champion… they all mean the same, right? It’s what is coming at you as fast as a freight train you can’t control. It’s what is going to end your existence in HIW and ultimately cause you to be just another victim. Your incoherent mumbling can’t help you in the ring. Let’s finally settle this, Matt. Let’s finally show the world the outcome they want to see. SBK, once again, being victorious over Matt Marvel. SBK, once again, forcing Matt back to the home of the New Kids On The Block. SBK, once again, killing off another tiny bit of the HIW roster. After this, Matt, I’m sure you’ll hold a bigger grudge for me than you have now. I’m glad. I’m Used to it! *** ..:: I’ve always been power hungry. I crave power. If you don’t have power, what do you have? When you get power you get potential. Once you get potential you get money. When you get money you get women. Once you can acquire women on the fact that you have power and money, you’re golden. ::.. ..:: Women love a man in power. :::.. ..:: My Manifest is a quest for power. Not too many people have the same goal as me. When someone does, it’s commendable. No one wants to be like me. I’m an asshole. I’m all about power to the best. Everyone else can fall of the face of the Earth for all I care. ::.. ..:: What are they to me? ::.. ..:: They’re nothing. They don’t want the power that I want. With Samantha, I have all the power. She knows this. She has to. I don’t forcefully come out and say ‘Bitch, I have all the power’ but there is that boundary she knows not to cross. She knows what is what and I respect that. ::… ..:: Not everyone knows what it is. ::… September 3, 1995: The Beginning It was the first day of my college career. I won’t lie, I was terrified. I was already trying to be the starting running back on the team but I was simply the third string. I was just some muscular, fast guy who enjoyed everything having to do with the English language. Hell, I have a degree in it after all. My class was in Andrew Hall and I was looking fresh for the mid ninety’s. I had on a pair of baggy jeans, a polo shirt and some aviator sunglasses that were big back then. Jesus, I can’t believe I remember back that far. Anyways, I was walking with some buddies who had English Composition 103 with me. I took the placement test and I was advanced enough to go to the last part of Freshman English. “Yo, you think there will be any fly girls in our class?” One of my buddies said to me. “I don’t know man. Don’t you already have a girl?” “Doesn’t mean I can’t test out the field. Plus we’re on the football team. We always get mass pussy” Sean said to me. Sean was an idiot. Your typical football meathead. I really don’t like him much because he tried to get with Samantha behind my back. I didn’t know that until later in college and I rightfully beat his ass for it too. “Yeah, true” I remember saying and I walked into the classroom and sat down with my two cronies sitting to the left and right of me. We sat there for a bit and bullshitted about some stuff and all of a sudden walked in this gorgeous Latina woman. She had on a flannel shirt and a pair of cut off daisy dukes. Remember those? I think there was a song about them. She was gorgeous. I’ll never forget how our eyes met. She looked right at me and I looked back at her. She smiled and kind of winked. I’ll never forget that. Her bangs hung from the top of her head to cover her eyes a bit and she sat in front of me. Sean leaned over to me and was hitting my arm for a good minute before I took my gaze off her. “Damn man. You see her? You should get that” He said to me. I remember thinking ‘Why are you telling me to get her. Are you gay?’ “Yeah. I need to get to know her” I replied and we sat through the fifty minute class with the professor talking about metaphors and imagery and all this bullshit. I remember how she smelled too. She had a whiff of cinnamon that overtook the room. Some people probably thought it was overwhelming but I loved it. To this day, whenever she wears cinnamon it brings me back. I looked over her shoulder to look at her handwriting and it was so perfect and legible. I looked at mine and it was chicken scratch. I made sure I smelled good because a girl isn’t going to get with a guy who smells bad. That’s for sure. I never smell bad. After class, I remember she sat there for a moment. Sean and Chris walked away because they knew I was going to try and get something going. I stood up and she stood up at the same time. “Hi. I’m Johnny.” “Hi Johnny” She said and continued to walk. I remember thinking how cold that was. “Well, what is your name?” “Samantha” “Samantha what?” “You sure are nosy aren’t you?” “No, I just want to get to know you more” I remember saying to you as she held her books to her chest. I always wondered why she never had a book bag and it’s because she was too poor to get one. Her father wouldn’t loan her any money to get one and he didn’t help her through school. She had a job but she had so much debt to get here from Miami that she didn’t have any spare money. I learned later that the clothes she had was a flannel shirt she got from her uncle and the daisy dukes were jeans cut thirty minutes prior to class. Her uncle lived here and took care of her before we got together. Those are some of the many reasons why I don’t respect Victor to this day. “Well, what do you want to know about me?” “Lots of things. You want to grab a bite?” “Um… I don’t know. I have lots of things to do.” “Like what? It’s the first day of class” I replied and she stopped and looked at me. She knew I had her trapped and she smiled. “You’re quick, aren’t you?” “Yeah, something like that. So, what do you say? Are you hungry?” “I could have some food. I haven’t eaten all day.” “Me either. Besides, eating with someone as gorgeous as you on the first day has to mean something, right?” I remember saying to her and she blushed. Samantha usually never blushes. She always just smiles. That’s the first time I met the love of my life. I’ll never forget it. *** Matt don’t think I forgot about you putting your hands on Samantha, I’m sure Dari Wheeler enjoys the S&M treatment but Sam is Wheeler, and She isn’t your fag boy toy, So keep your hands off or the next time I won’t let you get over. As pathetic as that is, You can’t stop downplaying my abilities. You think I am some kind of joke you can run past on your way to ‘status’ in HIW. It doesn’t matter what happened the last time we went face to face, fucker keeps saying the same ol’ shit. No matter how many times he keeps coming back the outcome is the same. Do I really need to do it again? Do I really need to go over the fact that you are NOT this company? As much as you want to bitch, moan, and whine about how you’re overlooked or you’re so much better than all of us, how you were the real first champion, it doesn’t deter the fact that you couldn’t beaten the best this company has to offer… when I was fresh with rust. So what does that really make you? You’re trapped in a bubble, Matt, and you’re breathing the same air you’ve been breathing for years. You inhale the same spew of ‘I’m better than everyone’ when you simply are not. I, for one, am really tired of hearing about it. No one cares how you’ve beaten this person or that person. You had the chance to prove your worth and you couldn’t. You had your chance to end my ‘dreadful’ reign but you couldn’t. You even said you thought you had me beat since this was your environment. You have to remember one simple rule, Matt. You never have the upper hand against SBK. I’m always thinking five steps ahead of you so whatever you come at me with, I will counter it. Nice try though. I thought it was a clever attempt but just like your career, it failed. So sorry. You don’t deserve a chance at me. Look at Bobby Azula. I beat him and he’s feuding with Luke Knight. Those two can swim like the guppies they are in the Midcard Aquarium. You don’t deserve to breathe the same air I breathe and yet you think you deserve better. You think you deserve the best this company has to offer. Prove yourself, Matt. Prove that you can beat the best. If you could have just proved that, we wouldn’t be going through the same tired shit we’ve been doing for the past few weeks. I’m tired of it. I’m tired of you going on and on about losing and how that there Elite Title is coming home with me. I sound like a broken record but it’s so true. You had a chance and you failed. That’s your fate, apparently. Deal with it. I don’t think that beating you, ‘the best’, already once this month is dumb luck. You can keep running your mouth and contradicting yourself and you’ll continue to stay one notch below me. I mean, Matt, watch what you say. You’re out of your mind and you’re without hope. You’re grasping for straws now because you’ve lost. You’ve lost everything you could have ever wanted. You know you’ll never get another shot at being elite champion after Sunday and that kills you. It’s like a bullet tearing through your chest. You can feel it and there is nothing you can do to stop it. You can feel it tearing through your ribcage, through your muscles and exiting out your back and there isn’t a damn thing you can do about it. You drop to your knees and clutch your chest because it’s the only thing you can do besides bleed to death. At No Exit, I will put the final bullet through your chest. And there will be nothing you can do about it. Bring your fuck buddy. I’m sure he’d love to mount me again. He seems to like doing that. Tell him to bring the fight and I’ll bring the gun. I’ll bring all the fight I gave you at Three weeks ago and take the mistakes from bout one and roll it all into one. You won’t be expecting a fight but when the fist crashes against your flesh, you’ll be ready to fight. But I’m not in this match just for you. Dari Wheeler. Your Ass-less chap. You’re going to try and do something to help your catcher win at No Exit, so he can have the advantage. Bro save the energy for your sympathy fuck, because plotting against the King, well It never works. Trust me. My advice to you is to keep your hands to yourself. That is the safest thing to do. Knowing you, however, you will try and rebel or something and try and get the last laugh. You can laugh last but it is the one who laughs the loudest who is really noticed. I have been laughing since my return and it overshadows any last laughs you can try to have. It’s just a way of life.