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Truth
..:: I don’t lie. ::.. ..:: People like to hear other people lie. When people mask the truth, it makes them feel good. It makes them feel complacent with their current status and keeps them going. Me? I’ll tell you to your face if I don’t like you or how you act. I don’t care what you think of me but I’m not going to lie about it. People fear confrontation and confrontation is always brought up by someone telling the truth. ::.. ..:: It’s just a way of life. ::.. .:: Like when I tell people I’m going to beat such and such. People always tell me that I’m lying or they’re going to show me up but what happens? The same shit that has been happening for the longest time. I tell them what I am going to do and I do it. Nothing more, nothing less. People just don’t want to listen. ::.. ..:: People don’t want to trust me. ::.. February 14th, 1996: The Meeting I’ll never forget this day. It was Valentines Day and Samantha and I were supposed to spend the whole day together. Skip class and just do romantic things. She was also getting used to the whole sexual thing. The first time it was really awkward because it was her first time. After that it started to get better and I was really falling for this woman. Anyways, I was sleeping because it was around seven in the morning and I hear my phone ring. “Hello.” “Hey baby, how are you?” “Oh hey Sam. I’m good, how are you?” “I’m good. Hey, can I ask you a favor?” She said and I could hear a sense of nervousness in her voice. “Anything.” “Can you come over to my place tonight for dinner? My parents are coming into town and they want to meet you” I remember gritting my teeth because this would be my chance to give her father a piece of my mind. Plus we were supposed to spend the day together. “I thought we were going out tonight.” “Well, we can just have a great lunch. I didn’t know until you dropped me off yesterday. It would really mean a lot to me” She said and I couldn’t say no to that. “Yeah, I’ll be over tonight” I remember saying and then hanging up the phone. I wasn’t sure if I could deal with this. This was the man who beat my girl and the man who treated my girl with disrespect. I had to meet him face to face to see what was really up. So I did. It was a pretty chilly night. Traffic by the university was crazy because it was the same night as the basketball game and people were taking their loved ones to the game. I finally got to her house around seven thirty and I saw her peering through her curtains. She came walking down the steps looking really good. This was when she had big tits, so they were out in this pink sweater I got her. Her black high heels clicked on the damp ground as she hugged me hard. “I’m so glad you’re here. They’re here already so I hope you’re ready.” “Ready as I’ll ever be” I replied and she gave me a big kiss. “I’ll make this up to you” She answered as I just smiled. I was always up for ‘thanks for seeing my deadbeat dad and putting up with my family’ sex. That’s the best kind. I followed her into the house and I see her parents standing next to each other. Samantha’s father, Nestor Ortiz-Miguel, is a man who I soon came to despise. His eyebrows were thick and hang heavy on his judgmental eyes. He gave me the look through and I knew he was quick to judge you for your appearance. His stature was of a leprechaun. Well, not that short but short enough. The crevices of his hands held the dirt and labor of forty years. He looked at his wife and back at me with a quick look and shook his head. Her mother, Maria Ortiz-Merit, was a woman of intense morals. She held her beliefs of Jesus Christ close to her heart as I could see from the cross on her neck. She looked at me, smiling, and walked towards me. “Hello. You must be Johnny?” “Yes. It’s a pleasure to meet you, um…” “Maria. Call me Maria.” “What a beautiful name” I replied and it made both her blush. Nestor quickly interfered in the conversation. He looked me up and down and noticed I had my shades on. “What are you doing wearing sunglasses in the middle of winter?” “I wear them for style.” “I think you look like a jack ass” He said and walked away. It was the first conversation we ever had. I remember thinking that this guy was a complete jerk. Now I know that he is. Her uncle Luis had a nice dinner spread set out. It was traditional Mexican food which didn’t bother me in the least. We were having a good conversation and then Nestor had to open his mouth. “So, Johnny, what are you studying in school?” “Well, I’m currently an English major…” “And you expect to support my daughter with a degree in English? English majors don’t make any money” He said and now I wish I could take him back to this moment and make him eat his words. “My daughter is in school for Business Communications so I know she’ll be making a lot of money.” “Well, English is a passion for me so I’m going for what I enjoy. Besides, it’s getting paid for by school since I’m on the football team” I replied and he started laughing. “You enjoy writing and reading poetry? How cute. Sam, you’re dating a fruit cake. Ha ha!” He spat out of his mouth and I did all I could to fight it. My fist balled up and I felt Sam’s hand come over it. I looked at her and she shook her head. She knew of my temper and she is still the only person who can tame it. “Now daddy, don’t make fun of him. I think it’s admirable that he’s doing something he enjoys.” “Yeah but if he wants to be with my daughter he has to support her well” He said and I just busted out laughing. I remember it so well because eight eyes looked my way at the same time. “Something funny?” He said and I just continued laughing. I couldn’t help it. “Because we all know you did such a good job supporting her. When I first met her she was dressed in hand me downs. Now look at her. She has nice clothes and a great living condition. You never gave her anything and you know it” I said and his eyes got really big. “I supported her all the way. You’re nothing but a liar trying to change the subject.” “No, I’m not. You never supported her and you never did anything for her. It’s the reason why she’s up here and not back in Miami. You’re scum. I’m going to put your daughters name in lights and you’re not going to have a choice but to stand back and like it” I said and he stood up and threw his napkin down on the table. “I’m not going to stand and listen to you bad mouth me. You’re not going to degrade me and you don’t even know me. Come on, we’re going” He said and he grabbed Sam’s mom’s hand. “Wait!” Samantha said storming out with her parents. I sat at the table and took another bite from my food and looked at her uncle. “This is good” I said and he stood up and walked out the door with everyone else. I sat there, in silence, and put down my fork. It was funny how our little feud started. He insulted me and I called him out on it. I always called him out on things. I took a deep breath and rubbed the top of my head. It was supposed to be our day. It was supposed to be a day for us. Happy Valentines Day. I remember thinking if the Syracuse Basketball game was still going. I needed something to do. * * * * I told everyone, didn’t I? I told you, the bitch on your left, the fat ass on your right, and the old ass fucker behind you I would defeat Matt Marvel at No Exit. I told Matt that he wasn’t ready for the big leagues and that he was said trend follower. Looks as though I was correct, again. Please hold all your applauses until the end of the show. Because just like every time I managed to reach to top of a promotion, there’s someone who controls the paychecks that has a stick stuck a little far up there ass. Enter DK. Who gets a hard on when making my life hard. Will Mr. DK this is the point were I would tell you to go shit in a hat for all I care, but seeing as it is the Holiday season, I’ll pass on the staff bashing, and wish you a very, very merry Christmas. But for the people who have been lucky to receive a shot at glory, I guess you can call me the grinch because I aint showing non of you fools any mercy. Enter Dozer’s hand puppet, Kalie Wimberley. Aww, how cute Kalie Wimberley? I just got done eliminating one Matt Marvel in the greatest main events in the short history of HIW, reestablishing myself as a future HIW hall of famer, and now Kalie Wimberley got next? Seriously… See, Kalie, this is the Elite Championship we are fighting over. This title is more important than any other half ass championship you‘ve jotted down on your application. This is the Mecca of wrestling and you’re facing the greatest wrestler to step between those ropes. You’re looking at superiority, kid. This isn’t 17 pissants in one ring, this is God walking. Are you ready? Please not that Dozer will not be at ring side whispering sweet nothing into your ears. You demanded a championship shot, and now you got that, and a ticket to become feeder food for my pet sharks. You see I’ll be at 55% for this championship match at Vital Signs but that’s still enough to get through all four of you dead weights. Maybe I haven’t shown people why they all call me The Legacy. I haven’t given people much scare as to why they should fear me. I mean, I hear the same shit from everyone. ‘You’re nothing.’ Or ‘I’m going to shut your mouth once and for all.’ No one has been able to do it still. All I hear is talk, talk, talk, but no action. As Matt made reference once before your all speaking for your own funerals, all I see is people talking but I can’t hear anything. I believe you can make some noise Kalie. See, people like to overlook what you can do. I can see what you can do. You can pummel people with objects never thought of or you can take people down with one scream from your virgin throat. Hell, you’re so fucked up there’s no wonder no one has popped that cherry yet. Well, I guess someone has to pop your HIW cherry and who better than the elite champion? I’ll leave your blood all over the ring, my boots, and all over my elite championship. I’m not afraid to strike a woman in that ring. Outside it is a different story. The way I see it, if a woman is willing enough to train and put her body on the line, then I might as well hit her ass with a End Result and knock her out cold. It’s nothing personal, just business. I mean, you seem okay Kalie, you may have some dick headed friends. * Couch * dozer * I might be giving you the benefit of the doubt, but you seem alright. Just, don’t sue me when your neck is broken and your body contorted to the point that you need a wheelchair. Nothing personal. Just business. Because, you see, I’m here to make money. This means keeping the elite championship for as long as I can. The more bodies I break, the more payout I receive. DK, even if he is a bitch, is a generous man. Being champion under his rule was incredible because I made so much money. I know now that this is his baby, he’ll pay me even more. You happen to be the first victim of The Legacy’s return to on HIW television as champion. You should be happy. I wouldn’t be surprised if you start praising my name after this match. That’s alright, you won’t be the first one. You know what would be better for you? Faking your own death. That way, I don’t have to kill you in the ring. Then you can just reappear a week later saying you’re ok. You know, we could frame Dozer to be the murderer. Because, well he‘s a retard Like I said, I’m not overlooking your ability. You probably have some talent, more than other people, and I hope to catch a glimpse of that at Vital Signs. I’ll catch why they call you talented and why Dozer is all over you. I’ll try and understand why you have been graced with a Elite championship shot. It’s unfortunate, though, you won’t be a threat to me. No one has been able to touch me and while you might give me a good run, you won’t stop my extremely fast pace to achieving the worlds fastest mile. Get it? See, unlike Dozer, I actually know I’m better than you, I actually know your not ready for a championship shot, hell you and two more names in this match aint ready. If you thought Dozer’s words of poison was a problem, then missy, you don’t know what a problem is. I’d suggest studying tape after tape after tape of me, and then get a sliver of what talent I can bring to the table. You think I’m all technical, I’ll throw some power moves. Then you think I’m all power, then I’ll go aerial on your ass. That’s what I did to Matt Marvel. You saw it. I know you’re fuckin’ scared out your mind, right? Sitting there in your Power Puff panties shaking your leg for your impending death. You know, I’ve been generous too many times in my runs as champion, this is my tenth you know. I’ve actually let people walk away. I have a feeling that this time you won’t be walking away. And if Dozer has a problem with it, then tell him to bring his washed up ass to the ring. I’ll show him what’s up. I’ll show him, and you, what a wrestler looks like. This is your affliction. This is my gift. This is our destiny. This is your death. Speaking of Death, would someone please give Kirby a Hamburger, the fat fuck is one clog away from cardiac arrest. This kid has to be the easiest foe in this match, I mean run around him a few times, make the whale trip over his own feet, and you got your self a pin fall and another diabetes death. See three out of four names in this match are nothing but feeder talent, promised a shot a the best, but never given a promise of winning against the best. Not what I’m about, I’m not about embarrassing the new guys. I’m about cementing my status as the greatest. I don’t want to win a chance at being the greatest and have it fall through. I don’t need to win matches to get a shot at being great. I’m simply just great. Kirby Fat Ass isn’t. Who did you beat? No one, you saw a flyer on eXperts and jumped at the chance, for fuck sakes lad, I confused you for Barney Green at first glance. I’ve said it plenty of times. All I hold are main event championships. Sure I have had a handful of tag title reigns and a United States championship reign, but what do you know me for? You know me for my two history making HIW championship reigns. You are known to be one pork grind away from the ER. Hooray for you. You don’t have anything on me, kid. You can talk a big game but as we’ve seen numerous times that doesn’t matter against me. You can bark the biggest bark but you’re going to be the bitch in this match. You’re going to be the one I can bend in ways a human isn’t supposed to bend. You’re going to feel pain like you’ve never felt it and you’ll thank me after it’s over. I’ll help you realize your potential. What is your potential? Your potential is being the future partner of Barney Green. Up until now, no one cared about you. No one knew your name outside of the midcard. Now you want to step up to the one they call the best and try and take what he has worked so hard to keep? You’re going to try and take his status here in HIW? Sorry, try some other time. Tell me what advantage you have over me in this match. Experience? You don’t have any experience over me because I’ve been in numerous world championship matches and you haven’t. It’s like if I were to some how become really, really bad and have a mid card Championship match. You have experience in that field and I don’t. I never want experience in that field. Versatility? I’ve seen aerial, submission, technical, power, and everything in between and they have all fallen in a broken mess. They have all realized that the only thing they could do is become a broken heap of mess for someone to clean up after the match. Desire? Do you realize that at No Exit I‘ve became a Ten time world champion right? Do you realize that I was the first Elite champion here right? Do you realize this is my second time as Elite Champion and to be honest I’ve gotten attached to it. I have all the desire in the world to keep this title and to continue to prove everyone wrong. After you, Fat ass, who is left? I’ve beaten everyone on this roster, that matters, at least once already. My desire is to keep it off wrestlers like you. I have to because you all will ruin the name of HIW. You can’t replace me as much as you might want to. When you think HIW, what is the first name to come into your mind? SBK. When you think elite champion, who’s name pops up? SBK. You don’t think Kirby Fat shit or Kalie Wimberley or Matt Marvel or anyone else. You think of me because I am the staple of this company. You’re going to find this out at Vital Signs. You’re not going to become the new champion in our encounter. You might leave with two new black eyes to walk around with. Then you’ll probably get a new black…out when I send your body crashing to the mat with the END RESULT HEARD AROUND THE WORLD. You get my drift, right Kirby? You’ll still inform me though how this is your time and all that jazz. You know, it’s worked so well for everyone else. People want to think that if they tell me how I’m such a bad champion that it will give them the edge in our fight. No, it definitely won’t. Bring all the talk you want. I just gave you facts about how I’m better than you. You’ll bring speculation and you’ll bring stories that are going to try and intimidate me. Spare them, please. I’ve heard them all eight times over. You can tell me that I’ve been saying the same things over and over again. I love that one. I do because people don’t listen. I’m sure you won’t either. This match isn’t going to be fun for you. This match is going to be proverbial rape. There is nothing you can do to stop it so you’re just going to take it. I’ve done this too many times so I know what I’m doing. Hell, to change things up I might throw an American flag over you and fuck you for old glory’s sake. Think of me as your free ride to Gastric Bypass surgery McKenzie, I don’t know much about you. I’ll be brutally honest. I’m not going to say I read over your bio on the HIW website because that’s dumb. Reading bios isn’t going to help you when I’m face to face with you. I’m going to say that, at Vital Signs, you better let me do my thing. Knowing you, you won’t so I’m going to be sending you into early retirement. When I drop to the mat, the belt clutching my chest, I want you to take a picture and remember the day. I want you to know that after this, that a easy road to the top, doesn‘t grant you the gold. You and the other two pigs feel confident because you signed up for a shot at being the face of a promotion, Should have read the fine print, the shot is granted, the win isn’t, the sad part is you and the others believe it is, and even now that I stand here telling you all that it isn’t none of you are paying any attention, I guess your just going to have to wait and watch. Watch as the federation you came to for the false promise of championship glory crumbles down at my feet. I mean, it’s not like I haven’t seen you get your ass beat many times. That happens on a regular basis. I mean, if it didn’t you’d be a champion and rather then signing up for one. Right, McKenzie? But what am I saying, You’re the Hottest thing since sliced bread? No one has your skill, strength, blah, blah, blah? Please, McKenzie, spear me the originality. I’m on the edge of my seat waiting for the next nugget of wisdom you’re going to spew from your mouth. What is it going to be? Are you going to say that I don’t know the history of a championship and I don’t respect a championship and that you’re going to restore the honor back to the championship? Get real dawg, Aint like you earned this match A championship is nothing without the person who wears the belt. A person defines the legacy of a belt and I’d have to say I’m doing a damn good job with this elite championship. Hell, this title never got any recognition until I won it. Now look at it. Everyone wants a piece of it. Shit, son, I stole the show at No Exit, I mean did you see the barb wire submission that earned me the right to be called Mr. Ten Time? For you to think that I’m not a deserving champion is just…what was that word you Irish tend to used? Oh, right. Malarkey. I could say that I’m going to walk into Vital Sign, keep what is mine, and walk out… but that’s already been said. So, instead, I’ll give you a preview of the future. SBK: HIW‘s Elite Talent. You better buy your tickets in advance. Seats are sure to sell out quickly. Then you can all purchase your limited time t-shirts that will display the finalization of the SBK’s Elite Murder World Tour. Hey there Matt, How’s the little cut you had there? Second thought I could care less if your wounds caught a case of gangrene. I wish I could stand here and say you earned my respect at No Exit, but instead I stand here thinking how close Sam and I came to tragedy. And at the man who is at fault. In case your still a little woozy, the answer is you. So you best believe the feud that was supposed to end at No Exit, has just made you Public Enemy Number One, and has left me with the will of Vendetta, I mean what kind of husband would I be if I didn’t get revenge on the man who damn near killed my unborn children? Let me answer that, I would be you Matt. I will admit that this is getting really old really quick. Here I am, elite champion, and I have to face this piece of trash..AGAIN. Here I am, a Ten time world champion and I have to face a man who vows to kill me off the fifth time around. He’s a man who can’t leave me alone because everything he wants to be he sees in me. He loves to surround himself with success because, ultimately, he’ll never gain success. That’s a theory I’ve been preaching two times over. Why can’t he see success? He’s too generic. He’s too cliché. He can never be anything successful because he’ll never reinvent himself. He’s been trying to convince everyone he’s This drunken badass for how long? When really he just drinks to forget about the sorrow that is Matt Marvel’s stint in HIW Every time he is in a world championship match whether it is here or somewhere else, he fails. He sets the trend of failure. Whenever he faces someone who is much better than him, even when he doesn’t admit it, he can never beat them. He sets the trend of failure. He could grab the spotlight if he wanted to but all that he’s doing is blindly reaching and he can never shine the spotlight on himself. Do I need to do it for you? I’m too bright for you, Matt, I proved it at No Exit, My second straight victory over a former undefeated record. You can’t, and never, will be able to look at me in my face. If you try to, Matt, you start to sweat so heavy and you can’t even breathe properly. You hyperventilate and you start to chough and wheeze. It’s the feeling you get when someone kicks the shit out of you over and over again. Do you know that feeling? The feeling where everything around you crumbles so you have to settle for second best knowing you can’t get the best? That’s the era you’re living in now. You expect to see success with that record? You expect to garner any respect with that? You face sub-par wrestlers in a sub-par division and got a perfect record, then you faced me, two straight times, and both times you went back to Boston with out a championship, shit son your this years Red Sox. You stay in mediocrity, Matt, and then you expect to make the jump up to the main event and ‘beat’ the greatest this company has ever seen? You’re going to feel the force of three. This isn’t you facing me as defending Champion. I was slowly building to my iconic status. This isn’t you facing me as a man looking for revenge in a number one contenders match. I was slowly building revenge. This is you facing the two time elite champion. This is you facing the czar of HIW. You’re facing a man who has reached immortality. You’re facing the man who no one can say a bad word about. You know who will say a bad thing about me? The ones who know they can never beat me. What bad things can they say about me? Hell, Matt, what can you say bad about me? You’re apparently the ‘main event’ and I’ve destroyed you… twice. I lost to on day one but I’ve murdered you two times after that fluke. I don’t lose often and when I do the vultures flock around it. They see a small glimmer of a weakness and they try to rip it into a huge gaping hole because, otherwise, they have nothing on me. They all know I’m the epitome of excellence, the measuring stick of measuring sticks, and I am HIW. So find something I can’t do. Tell me I can’t lead this company for a second time. You repeat the same garbage everyone else has. I’m boring, I’m trite and I’m nothing. I’m just the same ol’ SBK that was in control of HIW on day one. I’m the guy who never does anything and how I’m just such trash. Well, Matt, you’ve had a chance to defeat me on two separate occasions and you’ve done nothing. You’ve had the chance to stop my reign but you’ve done nothing. You’ve been in the ring with me and you’ve done nothing. You are just like everyone else here that has said they will do everything to stop me but they have done nothing. At no Exit, I spared you your life. Do you know why I spared you Matt? Because I figured the beating and the scars that follow would be enough to warn you the next time your name was next to mine. Guess I was wrong. Let them preach the word of God. It seems to me that no preacher wants to preach my word. God has to do it himself. Then God will walk the Earth among the mortals. You know what they say about the day God walks the Earth? It is the day the world ends. So continue to preach your bullshit as you did at No Exit. Continue to fill the mindless with drivel you swear up and down is truth. Sway them to your opinion. Come to Earth and convince the people how you are going to set a trend and how you’re going to change the way. Tell them you’re bringing in a new era and how they should all follow your lead. You’re exactly like the snake. You are nothing but a Devil in God’s land. So you now want to stand face to face and try and stop me? Do you want to end the reign of God? I’ll do to you exactly what it says in the print. I’ll destroy you and send you into an eternal fire where you can preach all you want and no one will hear you. I keep you around for my own personal amusement. You give me something… easy to do. Then, every time you come up for another battle I will send you back down where you belong. Below me. And while you’re below me you try and tell me that I’ve won… barely? No one wins barely in this business. Either you win or you lose. There is no gray area. There is no guessing. You win or you lose. Barely beating you is beating you. You had three seconds to try and prevent your demise. You had three seconds to change your fate. But in those three seconds you couldn’t do anything. You lied on the mat like a dead fish and I ended your dreams with you screaming I QUIT. So keep believing, foolish believer. Believe you’re going to ‘climb the ladder to success again’ and tell me I don’t know what it’s like to climb the mountain. Do you even know me? Do you even know what I have been through? I started out in 2000 as pure garbage. I leaped through walls and put cameramen through chairs. I lost my first match and looked up as Joe Santiago, a man who I would later beat, was atop the mountain. For two years I worked my way up winning meaningless championships. I admit I was garbage when I first started. Then I started to get my bearings. I started climbing what is now my mountain. I finally got to the top at the end of 2003 when I beat a man who I have hated ever since. Joe Santiago fell before my hand and with that victory I felt… power. In January I defeated five other people to become TEWF Champion. I was finally atop the mountain. I was A GOD finally and forever. Then I started to pick off the competition. People started to get jealous and they started to call me out. They started to get jealous and then I set all the records for different championships. I started to dominate and people like you always called me out on something that made no sense. It’s pure jealousy Matt. You only see my failures but why don’t you look at my successes. Especially the success over you. I’m going to murder you again Matt. That’s the lightest way I can say that. I’m going to murder you and bring you back to life. You will be lying on the mat with your head will be gushing with blood. I’ll take my bandana and wrap it around your head, applying pressure as tight as I can. You will come to and I’ll take out a pen and paper and jot down the hospital where all of my victims go. You’ll look at it and try to read my handwriting but, much like every doctor, you won’t be able to understand my writing. Much like you can’t understand why I beat you every time we get into the ring. You’re a talent less wannabe. You tell me that you’re going to change things but you end up like everyone else… victims of your own end result. You are everything you say you are. You are a teenager. You are a teenager that is trying to grow up too fast in a man’s world. If there are things teenagers do is piss of men. They try and become the change in this world and tread on man’s turf. Yet, teenagers grow up. They grow up to be the men they once hated. You know who shows them the way? The men who rule this world. See, you want to claim that the Elite championship is my crutch. However, who was everyone talking about for the past three months? Yeah, it was me. Who was everyone challenging and saying could never be anything? Yeah, it was me. Who proved everyone wrong week after week? Yeah, it was me. I don’t need the elite championship to prove I’m the entity in this business. I don’t need the elite championship to beat your ass. If I remember correctly, the last time we were in the ring, I beat your ass without championship gold. What is my crutch now? Believe in yourself because no one else will. I know the facts and I know for fact that after I beat you the following week I’m going to walk out with a Santa Clause suit on. Then, after I’ve defeated you for a third time, you can finally look at me in high regard. You don’t know how much eggnog you’re going to have on your face after this match. You talk a big game but you have no facts to back anything up. In the same breath everything and nothing will change. You’re going to change and become everything you never wanted to be… nothing. Nothing will change because Manifest Legacy is going to bury you and I will walk out still the two time elite champion. You are sin. I am a sinner. I will kill you. You will love me. --FIN-- |