Alter Ego Chapter: Music ..:: I’ve always have been in love with music. My dad used to play Hendrix for me as a child. He used to say that this was the way music was supposed to be. He knew everything about Hendrix. He even saw him live at Woodstock when he was a teenager. He loved it he said. Everyone was gone by the time Hendrix came on stage but he wasn’t. He stayed for the whole thing. ::.. ..:: He’s why I love music. ::.. ..:: I remember getting my first guitar when I was 17 years old. It was a Gibson Les Paul I picked up at a local pawnshop. I brought it home and mom flipped. She didn’t want that noise maker in the house and thought I would be possessed by the devil since I was playing a guitar. My dad, however, loved the idea of me playing a guitar. He even set up a place to play in our garage. I used to practice, practice, practice. Kids in our neighborhood would make fun of me, calling me a white boy and everything else. I really didn’t care. I loved how it sounded and so did the women. I have a naturally good singing voice so I would play ballads for all my women and it would get their panties wet. ::.. ..:: To this day, I still play the guitar. I’ve got a Stratocaster, a custom Les Paul, and of course the original one I’ve had for a long time. I still write songs and play whenever I get a chance. I still try and learn everything I can. ::.. ..:: Life is about learning. Not forgetting. ::.. ..:: And here I am today, merry Ole England, The country in which my girlfriends Grandfather grew up, and the reason she’s tagged along with me instead of working the counter at Stylez Ink in Miami. Of course England is also the home of HIW, and the host of No Exit - which I really don’t have to explain, we all know just how important this event is. it’s another chance for me to get back to championship level, seems like forever since I was last at that spot. Can’t say it doesn’t come at a better time, thoughts of retirement have creped in and out of my mind since the lost to Matt months back. But I’ve seemed to have pushed them aside as I feel I’ve but out a hell of a effort representing HIW inside the Rival Factions battle royal. Huh makes yea think the HIW Elite champion sits at home masturbating at the sight of my wife, while the challenger is out proportioning HIW. Some champion… ::.. ..:: But No Exit isn’t just about my quest of becoming a ten time champion, It’s the night where the Hardcore and the UK championships become one. It’s the night where we lay it all on the line in such a style that for some there will be No Exit, coincidentally enough it’s the night where I finally put Matt Marvel in his place once and for all to prove to him that his time really never was and his flash in the pan is all but a distant memory. This Sunday I will lay waste to the pathetic champion and show him whose hiding from the true reality and I get to do so in a Steel city match. ::.. ..:: Let the fun begin ::.. So, Sam and I are on good terms. We’re happy with each other again and that’s always a good thing. We’ve been sleeping in the same bed and she’s actually willing to provide me with some sexual endeavors. Not sex, just many… many other things. I have to say that these last few days have been really, really good. Really good. Grabbing a glass from the kitchen cupboard, I see my precious walk close to me in her pajamas. “Good morning dear. You have a good sleep?” Samantha: “Yeah, I guess. I had a really weird dream.” She says and I pour myself a glass of orange juice. “You want some?” Samantha: “No thanks.” “So, what was your dream?” Samantha: “Well, we were driving to somewhere, I don’t remember, and a police officer pulled you over. He ran your plates and apparently you had seven warrants out for your arrest. He pulled you out of the car and, being you, you resisted. He literally beat you down and broke your nose.” “Again?” I replied and she kind of chuckled. Samantha: “Yeah, again. Anyways, he put you in the cop car and said you had killed six people and molested one woman. Then you got fired from HIW and became a jail bitch.” “Well, that’s nice to hear. You having dreams about me getting raped by some big fat redneck. That’s always exciting to hear.” Samantha: “I told you it was weird” She says as she grabs a few eggs from inside the fridge. Samantha: “You want an egg dear?” “Yep, the way I like them” I say and scratch my chest. Yes, I sleep shirtless. I don’t feel like getting all hot and sticky in bed…That’s what she said. Samantha: “You have any plans for today?” “Well, I was going to practice my guitar today. Russ challenged me to learn Welcome Home, front to back, in a week. You know I have to take that challenge. So I’ll be doing that and after that nothing else. Did you have something planned I didn’t know about?” Samantha: “Well, I was planning on going shopping and I didn’t know if you wanted to come” She says and I chuckle. Yes, I do enjoy shopping. Not with her. Women, when they shop, make you go to every shop and see if there is something they want. Me? I know what stores have what and I go into those certain stores. When I shop it takes about an hour. With her? It’s an all day affair. Samantha: “Then Amy and I were going to go to her little boy’s soccer game. That alright with you?” “I don’t care. Do whatever you want” I reply and look at her stomach from across the breakfast bar. It’s amazing, really to see that you’re about to give life to three people. Not just one but three. Those three could change the world. If you haven’t been able to tie down the life of SBK, he and his wife Sam are expecting, triplets…Yea I know… “Are they kicking yet?” Samantha: “Not yet. I’ll let you know as soon as they do” She says while sliding over a fresh plate of scrambled eggs. She puts her plate down across from me and looks into my face. “What are you looking at?” Samantha: “You. Just looking at you dear” She says and I simply smile. It’s comments like that that make me smile. I don’t usually smile but whenever I’m with Sam, it’s different. I’m a completely different person. I… If I don’t do nothin’ imma ball I’m countin’ all day like the clock on the wall Now go and get yo money little duffle bag boy Said go and get yo money little duffle bag boy Get Money I hear my phone ringing in my office and I make my way into my office. I see the number says “Jenny” and I immediately pick it up. “How’s it goin’ sis? You enjoying Canada?” Jenny: “No, I’m not. That’s why I called. I need some money.” “What happened to the ten grand I gave you?” Jenny: “Someone stole my identity and got all my money. They have me pinned against the wall to pay all these bills and I just don’t have the money” She says and I can hear her crying on the other end. Jenny: “I don’t mean to do this to you but I’m just in a rut right now. S’il vous plait?” “Jen, you know I’ve got you. Don’t worry. I’ll have the money for you within the next 24 hours.” Jenny: “Really?” “Really really.” Jenny: “Johnny, I don’t know how I could ever repay you.” “You don’t have to. You’ve done enough for me to…” Samantha: “Johnny! ” I hear Sam holler from the kitchen and I take a deep breath. Her hollering for me probably isn’t good. “Jen, I have to go. I’m sorry. I’ll get that to you as fast as I can” I say and hang up the phone. I walk in the kitchen and Sam has started pacing in the kitchen. “What’s going on?” Samantha: “I think… I think my water just broke” She says and I look at her in a state of shock. There is a little trickle of water on the floor and my eyes get really big. “There’s no possible way. There’s no way. It’s too early.” I say and Sam starts crying. Samantha: “We have to get to the hospital… NOW!” She screams and I throw on a shirt and hold her hand as we get ready to prepare for possibly the worst disaster in our life. Woman so weary, the sweet cause in vain “This isn’t anything new. Me being attacked after a show by a scared champion and the odd ideas of people thinking SBK isn’t looking up to their full potential. I’m sure there are people who will laugh at me. I’m sure there are the mockers, the stalkers, and the ones who want to blog about SBK.” “Go right ahead.” “I’m not really out to please you. I’m here to make money, son. I’m here to get that paper. Sure, I haven’t been on my A game after three straight victories, and yes Matt Marvel and his anal plug have been getting the better of me, at least while my back is turned. And I say…Your point? Minor setbacks, I suppose. There isn’t anyone here who is going to look at me differently. There isn’t anyone here who is going to look at me and say ‘SBK is garbage now’. And, if there happens to be someone who thinks that, meet me in the ring.” “You’ll become a body in the pile.” “Now, this week, I get the pleasure of finally ending a two month long feud with Matt Marvel. I get the pleasure of facing the elite champion. A man who really shouldn’t be wearing any gold around his waist. Yes, Matt, that was a backhanded way of calling you trash. Please come up with a clever metaphor or excuse to say why you’re holding that title and not me. You want to know the reason you’re holding that title right now and not me?” “The elite championship is now a mediocre title.” “Honestly, who the fuck has held the title last? Not brining up the past but there are some very un-talented names. And really as the challenger I am left to ask myself who the fuck are those people, honestly? Before you say it, Matt, yes you were the person to dethrone me. Take your only good career accolade and keep running it into the ground. Still, no one on that list matters. Facts are simple Matt, you were a nobody until I GAVE you the elite championship. I honestly don’t remember what the fucking main event for the last PPV was because there was no one important in it. Peasants don’t give a fuck about makeshift gods; people who are simply place holders. Your rulers back.” “Gather around.” “See, Matt, I’ve never respected you. You can sort of semi respect me but I have nothing for you. You’re the bottom of the barrel for me and you know that to be true. The last time we met up what happened? We ended in a epic battle, and you edge me out after I went through three other names. You were claiming to be this huge bad ass who was going to ‘take me down’ but none of that happened, did it? I’m still standing here aren’t I? This time around, I’m sure, you’ll tell me how you’ve changed and grown and that’s why you’re the elite champion. You’ll tell me that I’m nothing and HIW has changed and is better off without me. You’ll tell me that I need to be afraid of you. Nah, dude, I don’t need to be afraid of you.” “I’m the only thing I’m afraid of.” “Listen here, Matt, and listen well. You will not, and I repeat, will not beat me this time. You will not tie with me and you will not get a slight edge. You will fall at my boot while the blood that seeps through the cracks of your teeth fall on my boots. You will understand that you being elite champion is just because I don’t give a fuck about the elite championship anymore. Taking it from you isn’t even my goal going into No Exit.” “Fuck the elite championship.” “I don’t need it to prove my dominance. I can prove that without my title. My Dynasty, the thing I’ve built, is better than ever and you know it. You’re jealous. After every match you wipe what is sweat and tears from your face and calm yourself down. Look in the mirror, Matt, and you’ll see nothing. You know why?” “You’re a hollow form of yourself.” “What happened to your ruthlessness? What happened to the Matt Marvel a few months ago who didn’t really give a fuck about anything? Are you still there? If so, bring him to No Exit. I want to see your destruction. I want to see you try and beat me within an inch of my life.” “It’s what is expected of you.” “You’re not expected to change, Matt. You’re expected to be the big guy who beats stuff up. The big guy who punches walls and chokes people. You’re changing, Matt, and sooner or later you’re going to get tired of yourself. You’re going to fall from grace, much like people say I did, and you’re going to look up for a hand to help you up. Thing is, Matt, there isn’t going to be a hand. There will be my boot.” “Bite the curb, fucker.” “See, people think that wrestling is their life. Not to me. This shit right here… this is my job. Wrestling isn’t my life. You know why? Because this shit can end in a second. People walk around here saying that ‘Wrestling is my life and I don’t know what I’d do without it’. Shit, you know what I’d do without wrestling? I’d retire comfortably on eight figures. However, I need something to do. Something I’m good at. Wrestling is something I’m good at. Look at my track record and that can tell you enough. Look at my stat sheet and you’ll see where I stand talent-wise. Matt, let me ask you this question.” “Is this your life… or your job?” “Because if this is your life, I will end your life come No Exit. If this is your job, Matt, then you’ll be fired. You can come out and tell me I’m washed up and how I’m never going to be elite champion again but let’s be honest for a second. There would be no HIW… there was no elite championship… there would be no prestige without me. But hey…” “This isn’t anything new.” ..:: I know Johnny loves me. I know it. Women know when someone cares for them. He might yell and scream and be an ass, but he loves me. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t put up with my mess. The constant drama I bring him on top of everything else he has to deal with shows me how much he cares. ::… ..:: I think I care about him the same. ::.. ..:: I mean, I know I love him but sometimes I don’t know. Sometimes there is doubt but there is always doubt in a marriage. We’ve been together so long that sometimes I wonder if he’s cheating on me. Now that I’m pregnant I don’t give him enough attention sexually and I wonder if he’s doing other things with other women. He is a very attractive man so I get nervous. ::.. ..:: Sometimes I think he’s too good for me. But I’ll never tell him that. ::.. ..:: I guess I’m a bit paranoid. I’ve never connected with someone like I do Johnny so I always wonder. It’s never good to wonder in a marriage. You should always ask. I’m just afraid that, in the mindset he’s in, he’ll leave. ::.. ..:: I can’t be alone. I can’t be without him. ::.. The doctors don’t know what is going through my mind. The doctor’s can’t know. With every passing moment I feel like they’re slipping away from me. None of them have told me what’s going on. Johnny paces around the hospital room and I can see the anger in his face. Doctors walk outside the door and none of them come into our room. “Where the fuck is the doctor?” Samantha: “Calm down, I’m sure…” “I can’t be calm” He snaps and takes a deep breath. He continues to pace and adjust the cross on my neck. My mother gave that to me when I was a little girl. She told me someone will always be watching out for me. I was their precious angel. A doctor makes his way into the room and before he can close the door, I close it for him. Doctor: “Well…” “Well what? Why does it take you twenty minutes to return with results? My wife could be going through premature labor and you’re taking your sweet ass time and…” Doctor: “Sir, relax. There is nothing currently wrong with your wife” He says and I take a sigh of relief. Doctor: “All it was, was a very large amount of vaginal discharge. Nothing is wrong with her that we can tell right now.” “But we didn’t know that. You’re going to give me a damn heart attack worrying about this. You doctors are always no good. You…” Samantha: “Thank you doctor. When can I go home?” Doctor: “Well, due to the amount of discharge, we might need to keep you overnight. Maybe run some tests to see that there will be no more of this discharge.” “And what if there is?” He snaps at the doctor. Sometimes I wish he would calm down. But I can’t say I’m not worried about it. I’m really worried about it. Doctor: “If there is, then there will be a problem.” “What kind of problem? You’re being to fucking vague. What problem?” Doctor: “There might be a problem with the fetuses and they could potentially die” I hear from him and my eyes immediately fill with tears. No… I can’t lose my children. I can’t go through the same thing my mother went through so long ago. Doctor: “But again, nothing is positive. We’ll keep her overnight for some tests and we’ll see in the morning.” “Alright. I want results in the morning. Not in the afternoon or the evening. In the damn morning” Johnny says and the doctor seems to not acknowledge it. Doctor: “We’ll get the results as soon as we can” He says and walks out of the room. I can tell Johnny’s slightly annoyed and he takes a seat in the chair next to me. He puts his head in his hands and then rubs his hands over the top of his head. Samantha: “You okay honey?” “No, Sam. I don’t want anything to happen with these children. More importantly, I don’t want anything to happen to you. What if this hurts you?” Samantha: “I don’t know. We’ll just have to wait for the results” I try and console him because he’s hurt more than I am. He grabs my hand and kisses it. “I’ll be here for you. I’ll be here for you through whatever. I love you and I won’t let anything happen to you” He says in the sincerest voice I’ve ever heard from him. It almost brings tears to my eyes to hear this coming from him. “I’m going to stay here with you the whole night. I won’t leave your side unless I get hungry or something” He says with a smile and I smile back. Samantha: “Yeah. That stomach of yours is deadly.” “You know I love my food woman” He says and for that moment I feel his guard coming down. It’s only happened a few times in the twelve years I’ve known him and when it happens, it feels great. He looks into my eyes and sees that I know and he immediately grabs the remote. “I wonder if I’m on TV somewhere promoting HIW” He says and I chuckle to myself. He’ll never change. Samantha: “Actually, Johnny, can you get me something to drink?” “Can’t the nurses do it?” He says frantically flipping through the channels. Samantha: “They can but I want you to do it. It will give you a chance to calm down and everything.” “But I am calm.” Samantha: “Johnny…” “Alright, alright. I’ll get you something to drink. What do you want?” Samantha: “If they have that green tea stuff, get it. If not, water or something” I say and as if on command he gets up and heads towards the door. “You stay beautiful” He makes me blush sometimes. Even in this state where our lives are on the brink of collapse he still seems to have an optimistic view. I’m in the worst state of my life and he calls me beautiful. We’ve been fighting on and off for the last few months and I am still his queen. He’s still my king. He always will be. I can’t be without him. He completes me. “Matt as I have been telling you since you’ve been on House Arrest, I don’t wear shades to hide from things I wear them because I can. This entire month so far I have been seeing all the historic sites that England has to offer and Samantha’s two flash drives worth of pictures already are proof of that, yet most of that time touring around I had my sunglasses on. However unlike you I still saw everything as it really is, everything was crystal clear. I see the way people look at me and wish they were as great as I am. Of course they too look perplexed at why I wear shades most of the time – as I assume they are hoping to look into my eyes and try to figure me out.” “Just like you want to do Matt.” “The only thing is just like them you never will figure out what makes me tick because for one; you don’t deserve it and two; I’m always evolving and getting better. I see things you never will, when I look around that ring during matches or at tapes of my opponent’s matches or promos I notice the things that you miss with your naked eye. I see the line in the sands as it was Matt and those are things you’ll never understand. So look into my eyes all you want Matt.” “The sunglasses are off.” “You want to know what you see? You see true greatness, something that you will never ever be. It’s like I told you when this all started Matt, you will never be Johnny Styles so stop trying. That being said, stop playing this honor card of yours where you claim you want redemption and the chance too see whom the better man is. For you see Matt I have beat once already, I’ve handed you that first taste of a lose here in HIW, and just as the New York Giants did to your beloved New England Patriots, I’ve become the favorite and you…Well your just trying to hang on. I think it’s painfully obvious who the better man is. So to be quite honest if anyone should be showing what’s really going on and laying it all on the line then it’s you – not me.” “Maybe you should take off those BEER Goggles you use to see the world through.” “Then maybe just maybe you’d actually be able to do something credible for once. You see ever since you got lucky and won the elite title everything since then has been a solid slide downhill. First you were sent to stay at home for weeks on end, then when you came back last week to steel my thunder, you failed, as you see the attack just built up my stock that much more. Now No Exit is almost here and you are set to lay it all on the line and give your self a shot at redemption? Then when I give you the chance at being featured next to greatness this is how you’ve re-pay me. You give me the bottom of the barrel Matt Marvel that couldn’t even hold his own during a one sided attack? Bro you had to push a women to the side, some fella you are. Guess that’s why I’m rolling with Sam and your rolling with a extra pair of balls.” “The sad thing is I think that’s honestly the best you can ever be now, not that you’d ever been anything special but still this disappoints me. You have wasted my time therefore I shall lay waste to you course it won’t be much of a change will it Matt you know all about being wasted.” “Seriously though how clouded is your head? How deep is Wheeler’s cock in your anus to have you really believing you stand a chance against me? It truly amazes me how you seem to think you can handle me in the ring, when you failed three weeks ago and to be blunt Matt, how in the world can you handle something at my magnitude if a little house rest can take you down huh Matt how do you expect to handle someone like me in the ring when you can’t even handle time off? You need serious help and I’ll give it too you.” “No AA here though bitch. – This ain’t some ten step program to work through.” “There is only the final step for you and that happens at No Exit, because I’m going to end all of the fallacies on Sunday. No more acknowledging you or the history we had this will be the final story in our saga I guarantee it. The head on collision between us is coming Matt, and just like when I laid you up three weeks ago – you will be on the short end of that stick, you will be injured and left to ponder what to do with the rest of your pathetic life. While you realize that you brought this all on yourself, and just like the night you were issued to stay home in Boston, you will look up from the ground and see the source of your defeat glaring down on you and just like that injury that left you bed ridden. I will show you no care, no remorse and no concern because you are nothing to me Matt. I shall simply be the source of your reality check and as the lights in the distance begin to get fuzzy not the lights from the emergency vehicles but the lights from the ring lights above reflecting off my glasses that will be covering my eyes as I look down on you, then and only then will you see the truth. That being that you didn’t have to worry about the man wearing the glasses you had to worry about the man whose reflection is staring back at you.” “Who would have thought eh Matt… the man wearing the sunglasses that could be seen by all was being all out there with nothing to hide – but the man pointing the finger asking to lay it all on the line was the one really hiding behind glasses with everything to hide. The reflection from the shades of greatness is a bitch isn’t it Matt?” “Oh well you still get to look forward to losing yet another match to me – how’s your righteous and perfect world looking now Matt. This is the swan song of your career and it ends with the phrase “Do Not Resuscitate.” “Welcome to your worst hangover ever.” FIN