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...Breaking everyone's Spirit... "So... you're really going through with this." The days had passed faster than I'd expected them to, to be certain... a part of me wanted to push things back, delay the inevitable, even though I knew that to do so would be to give up on everything I'd dreamed of doing. When she spoke those words to me, there was something in her voice that ran shivers down my spine, made me desperately want to tell her that no, I wasn't going through with it, that I couldn't risk hurting myself and I'd stay by her side. I was afraid, I'll admit that here and now. I knew we were well off, that we could live happily and give our kids a happy life... to be truthful, I could have stopped everything whenever I wanted to, even despite the fact that the plan I'd concocted had already swung into full motion. Yet when I thought of how we were going to handle ourselves should the economy take a turn for the worst, when I put together all the variables of what could happen... I began to realize that I couldn't expect to live off the money I'd saved forever. I'd played everything safe, used my mind to the best of my ability and made certain that there would be money there for myself and my family for the rest of our lives... but those variables spoke to me, those variables reminded me that anything could happen. At that point, I felt so trapped... like I'd not completely thought things through. I backtracked, I went over my plans word for word, all the while questioning everything I'd done up to that point. My confidence in our success was never staggered, though... it was simply my confidence in what I'd had planned. Yet, through that, a part of me spoke out inside, fighting through all the panic in my mind. A still-small voice to call out through the worry that had began to consume my mind. That still-small voice told me to keep moving forward. My last chance at redemption was inside of those plans of mine, and I didn't plan to let those mistakes lie on the canvas of my past and stain it into something I'd never meant for it to be. "I have no choice" I'd told her honestly, reluctantly looking her in her emotion-torn eyes. I remember the questions floating in those eyes, I remember her seemingly wanting to just reach out and hold me in some hope that I might change my mind. Truth be told, had she pressed hard enough... I probably would have. "They need me, babe, they need all the help they can get." At the time, the West had been under siege by Havoc and his rag-tag group of thugs... another day in the life of the company, essentially. When I'd first heard of the ordeal I couldn't help but role my eyes at yet another "NLWF versus" episode in the company's history, and I'd brushed it off as just another attack in a long line of attacks the company had endured. Yet when I began to see the things that Havoc was doing, the actions he was taking and the level of desperation for success that he'd reached... I realized just how dangerous things had truly become. I realized that this was my chance to put my plans into action, and make up for one of the mistakes I'd made when I left things behind. See, for me... it wasn't all about the titles I'd skipped past, or the people I'd never faced, or the events I'd never taken part in. It was about the trash I'd forgotten to take out when I left home. With my name out of the business for the time being and with my retirement having only just begun, it almost seemed to me as if my stepping back into the ring so soon would have an adverse effect on the plans I'd made. If I was going to take on this demon of my past, if I was going to make an impact on the company that helped build me into who I was to be... I'd have to put myself in hiding for awhile, fighting from the shadows. When the night came that the next portion of my plans were to be put into action, I knew what I'd have to do. I'd have to completely emerse myself in those shadows, cover my tracks and make sure that no-one involved with the company other than those necessary would be in on my identity. Everything was going to be systematic, a clean and easy execution of those plans of mine so that the ball could get rolling on letting me back in to protect the place I loved so much. Yet despite all my motivation... when I found myself standing out on the street, standing in front of the woman I loved, yea I’m a sucker for the pussy. I knew that if she asked me-- if she honest-to-God asked me with sincerity that she did not want me to leave-- I wouldn't leave. Imagine my relief when she offered me that beautiful smile of hers instead, giving me a realization of her understanding. "You be careful, you hear me?" She said softly, reaching out to place her hand on my chest and clutch at my shirt gently, her eyes locking with mine. There was so much emotion in her voice that it almost overwhelmed me, and it made me remember just how much was at stake with all those plans of mine. Yet above the pain that was there for my departure, there was a confidence that helped fuel my motivation "You give them all the hell you can, but you be careful coming home." There was just no way I could have ever possibly done anything to deserve someone so perfect as her. I remember being amazed by her strength, by her determination in that belief she held in me, that trust she had that I would get the job done. I couldn't help it, I reached out to stroke the side of her face and close my own eyes. I had felt like this since Sam was alive. Funny thing about that was, just her presence alone was comfort enough for all the anxiety I was feeling on that night, and it was ultimately her blessing that pushed me forward into the battles that laid ahead of me. "This is war, hun, there's nothing careful about it. Chances are, I won't be comin' back so easy." I was ready to acknowledge the struggles in front of me, ready to give in to the fact that I'd fallen out of the game for a little bit too long to truly be comfortable back in the ring. Despite all the preparations I'd made, despite all the training I'd been doing... there was still that part to my mind that was quick to remind me of the reality of the situation before me. Struggles were going to take place, problems were going to happen, and I wasn't going to just breeze through these plans without a great deal of effort. I thought, at the time, I was just being realistic. Apparently, she didn't agree with me. "You and I both know that's a load of bullshit." That voice inside of me shut up right then and there, and I remember cringing at the sting of her harsh words. A thousand questions began to circulate my mind but above all else her voice stood out to me, that confident voice that spoke of her faith in my abilities, that voice that told me I could get through it all without a struggle if I just believed in what I was doing with all I had in me. That realistic side to me was nothing more than the old man of my mind trying to slow things down when the still-young buck within me was ready for another fight, and it took my angel's words to silence that old man for good. She knew that I would agree with her before the words had even left her lips, and she knew that I would because she knew that I needed to hear her say something like that in order to remember another part of me I'd lost along the way. See, at the time... it was taking everyone around me to help get me back to the man I knew I was supposed to be, because during all that planning I'd somehow forgotten parts of who I was. Funny thing is, I think there's still parts of me missing even today. Still, I've came a long way since back then. That's for damn certain. "Yeah, I guess it is." "You've trained too hard, and you know it. After everything that's came your way, you really think a few punks like them can keep you down? That they can keep everyone in there down? They're nothing." I felt fit to take on the world because of her, and I was ready to do so. "I know, hun. I know." I told her this with a sense of satisfaction as I did so, because I could say it with all the honesty within me and I could feel the truth in those words to my very core. The old man of my mind had fallen asleep at his wheel, finally, and all the things that had been slowing me down before seemed to just... well, fade away. With the hour growing late and with so much left to be done, I'd been ready to cut the conversation short so that I could get going. The fact was, too, that our long goodbye was still getting to me despite the strength I'd taken on throughout the course of it. Yet just as I was about to speak my part, it was her who once again spoke for me, and to a part of me that needed to hear her words. "Get going, you've got a long night ahead of you." The last remnants of Johnny Styles would be left with those very words, ushered off into the shadows where he needed to be. I remember grinning like a madman at her words, a rush of joy overtaking me as I pulled her in and kissed her passionately, knowing that although it would be the last time for some time until I could do such a thing again, because of her I'd be able to take it without losing strength along the way. Finally, the exchange that was meant to be made during our encounter was made in our embrace. A dark, flowing object passed from her hands into mine, and as we parted ways from one another that disembodied face she'd given me did hang limply from my hand. It had all happened so quickly, from the transaction being made to the end of our embrace, to her slowly walking away from me and into the shadows of the night. I remember the look in her eyes as she walked away from me, just before those shadows overtook her. As her shadows faded I took that mask in my hand and I lifted it up to look it in the eyes. Those eyes would soon be my own, and I felt the need to study the look of the person I was about to become. At the time I hated that person, the person I would have to be. I hated it because it meant hiding in those shadows, it meant lying to everyone who trusted me in those lies... it meant changing the person I was in order to better myself in the end. To this day, I'm still not all too fond of the person I had to be for all that time, but the end bonus was that I found a way to work around even that, too. The fact still remained that she believed in me and, to me, that was all the strength I needed to endure. When that mask covered my face, when I finally fell entirely into the shadows... it was because of her that I was still able to hold on to who I was throughout it. He wasn't what I'd expected him to be, and he certainly wasn't as ruthless as perhaps he would have liked to have been, but SB would inevitably become a mixture of both my personality and the personality I'd created for him... and it would work out better for me in the end. 
Havoc, have you finally realize your nothing more then a paper champion? Sure you’re a two time Universal champion, but that also means you lost the championship twice. You proved you can win the belt, but when it comes time to defend it you choke worse then Justin Kash on a Swan Lee hotdog. Listen Havoc keep bring up the fact that Brenton Cyrus owned my ass on two different occasions. It’s the only flaw I have, and the sad part is I’m over it. Yes Havoc headcase, I lost to Cyrus…Just like you lost to Cyber Punk, Just like you lost to Mexican Samurai. How about you defend a championship then talk to me. And for god sakes Havoc, I don’t know what foot ball helmet you wore while traveling up towards Space Mountain, but for god sakes come back to earth, kid. You’ve done NOTHING ground breaking. You have NOT earned your shot. And you’ve proven yourself guilty. Guilty of not owning any talent whatsoever. The ONLY reason you are here is because you’ve mastered the art of brown noising with a side of cry baby. Forget talent all you have to do is to suck the higher ups, get in on the bookings, and allow him to get another shot at the Universal champion. Have you not realize Havoc, the West has been flourishing since you were de-crown. You became co champion with Mexican Samurai and the West took over. You lost to Mexican Samurai last week, and Legacy had it’s best show in history! Your another form of the Kash cancer, just with a mask and a bad case of bipolar Unlike you Havoc, I actually happened to earn my spot. Not only was I qualified to take part in this match but I also showed the entire audience exactly why I was here. I wasn‘t handed this spot I earned it with a epic, career saving victory over King of DX My position? Undisputable, because the whole world watched me do it. You’re pathetic wins? Questionable. Still despite all this your ignorance seemingly lives on. You’ll walk down to the ring, strutting your Fonz Factor to a bunch of people more interested in eating there pop corn, or you‘ll keep beating on a dead horse. How many promos are you going to cut outside a now dead Asylum? Not sure what kind of hard on you get from visiting crusty buildings, but for it isn’t going to work this time around. I don’t know if your more interested in winning the Universal champion, or how your ass looks in the new ring attire you scammed off one of the Goth kids of America. I don’t know if your out preparing for this match, or preparing for your two a clock with Dr. Phil. I don’t know if your ready to fight, or ready to dance, fruit Tasty Ass. So why don’t you stop acting like some headcase, with a twig stuck up his ass, and start acting like a wrestler than can get the job done. Let me tell you Havoc, am I worried? Hell no. I’m more concerned in what I’m going to eat tonight, and if it’s going to give me the shits in the morning. Take out? Or a home cooked meal? Eh, I’ll think I will order take out. I love messing with the pizza delivery man. A few punches to his face, and you’ll get the deal of your life. Two for one! Two for one! Havoc what you need to understand that you are very low on my ‘’do to list’’ and that you should respect that, keep your mouth shut, and sit in the corner like I fucking told you so. Don’t you see, fool? This match wasn’t to see if you could defeat me and become the three time Universal Champion. It was merely to get you some spot light. To score a nice rub for both you and your alter ego. While I have the common sense, self respect, and natural talent to the point where I don’t have to get my own ass kicked to get ‘’over’’ I guess it works for the unfortunate bunch. Hell, I beat King Of DX and he still has a cult following allowing with a couple of inches of respect to match his even smaller penis. Whatever floats your boat, I personally hope it capsizes and you fucking drown, but we don’t all get what we want. It’s life. If you were smart, Havoc. You will shut your mouth, while you still have the option to close it. You can rant about you being two people in on nut case; you could make your useless, baseless, and weak threats all you like. Because at the end of the night? My hand will be raised in victory, and everything you said and done? Will be drained out in my celebration. Havoc, I have defeated men like you. And they’ve never put up much of a fight. I hope you’re different. I hope you prove the world that you actually deserved a shot at me, and a spot in this match. Havoc, I hope you’ve enjoyed the spot light. I hope you enjoyed your return. Because come King of the throne, your little trip to stardom comes to an abrupt halt. I just hope you take it lightly, while still showing you actually give a fuck. I hope you realize that you were nothing more than a flavor of the month. You were in the right place, at the right time. That’s why you are here, Havoc. And now I’m going to show the world what a mistake this match was. The only reason your even a two time champion is because I wasn’t apart of the matches. The impact is coming Havoc…. Brace yourself.
I opened up the door to my locker room, only to be created by a man sitting on my bench. It didn’t take me more than a second to register who exactly he was. He greeted me with a smile as I approached with caution. What the hell are you doing here, T? Tails looked around the walls and shook his head in disappointment. Tails: You know for all this star status, all this leeway, all this freedom…you really are plain, simple minded man So wait. This isn’t the Tails I know. Your not going to give me any decorating tips now, are you? I mocked Tails who only stood up in return. No, I got it. You’re here to wish me luck. If you could speed up the process; it’ll really do me a favor You’ve come to know me real well brother. That’s exactly what I’m here for Tails stated casually, before crossing his arms. You need this Jay, its your time to shine, end the retirement talks; putting all our feelings aside. I really hope you do win. It’ll be good for us all Good point… I said nodding my head. But don’t allow no pressure to get to you for what happens to me out there. Nobody is watching you anymore T. No one gives a rats ass about you Tails eyes slanted, he was more than frustrated with my remarks. Then hand in your Universal title and run away like you always do…Brother Tails shot back, as I simply shrugged my shoulders. I would but I haven’t won it yet… I stated, before pointing to my door. And so if that’s all…please excuse yourself Tails didn’t move, and I didn’t try to move him. My entrance music kicked in, assaulting the brick walls of my locker room as the crowd gave me a solid pop. Tails slowly backed away, before slipping out through the door.
Shadow Demon, I’ve heard what he’s going to say, and I don’t need a fucking crystal ball to know what he’s going to say. Either way, whatever he ends up saying isn’t going to be worth much. So, why don’t you all grab your popcorn, choke on it, and watch me in action. Shadow Demon needs to learn what this title is about before having the audacity, the balls, the over all ignorance to come challenge for it. First and foremost his whole game plan coming into this match is to look for an opening, to cheat, to become the ultimate opportunist. That’s his game plan, that’s what he’s bringing into the match in hopes of beating me. Is that REALLY what expertise stands for? Waiting until your opponent beats himself, before crawling over and pinning him for the three count? I don’t know what’s less likely me beating myself —or King of DX getting laid during his existence on this earth. I’d go with a ladder, King of DX is too lazy to climb. The only chance you stand, Shadow Demon is beating me YOURSELF. That’s it. Because every fucking single time I step into that ring, I’m putting in 110%. We all have are off days; but trust me, they never shut down to the point where YOU could capitalize on it. You cannot rely on me to falter; I’m way too good for that. Your going to have to do it, Havoc. For once YOUR going to have to work for what you want, and not squirm your way to the top like you’ve done so far. Clearly though; common sense simply isn’t your friend. Haven’t you heard around? I’m overwhelmingly projected higher in the prediction category than you in this match. And Havoc; there is a reason for that. It’s because people know just how good I am. Forget the underdog bullshit for a second there isn’t a person on this earth with an IQ over 75 that doesn’t think I’ll walk out with the Universal Championship strapped around my shoulder. (off screen Camera Man) Andrew Fucktard: That’s correct. About 90 percent of the people polled believe that you’ll walk out the winner. Did you just here the man? 90 percent. I guarantee this was done in America, and considering about 50 percent of their population are inbred morons who’ fathers are married to their own sisters, that number hasn’t turned out as bad as I expected. So, Havoc. According to the camera man Andrew fucktard, only the brain dead are cheering you on…and fuck, it sort of makes sense. Dumb people only understand simplicity. Shadow Demon at least show the fuck up would you. You got screwed at War Games, now its your chance to lose straight forward. Shadow Demon this is for the Universal Championship, don’t treat it like shit. Imagine if I took your mother out for the first time and treated her to a 5 dollar steak? You always have to wheel people in, you know? So, I take her out for a 30 dollar steak…it’s worth it really. I mean, after beating up the cooch—two dates after she’s not paying for only her own steak, but my steak. That dumb bitch. And look at you? To show importance to this match, your going to slag the world off by throwing a few words my way when your fate has already been sealed? What a disappointment, you’ve turned out to be. It’s pretty clear why this match isn’t even the main-event. And that’s because the winner is more than clear cut. You stood not a chance from the gecko. The only surprise to the world now is how bad I smash your face in, how deep I rip you apart…and weather or not I offer you a hand to pick you back up again. That’s what the world is watching for here on out. They sit on the edges on you seat, anticipating your physical dissection—that’s all you are anyways. Nothing more then a test, you’re the fucking lab rat. You’re a nice cold dose of water on my face to wake me back up. Bert is sitting on his ass, figuring out how he can get King of DX back into the picture—that’s even if you could squeeze his fat ass butt cheeks through the frame of the god damn thing. Shadow, I want you to listen and listen carefully. Because these are the last sentences I will be drilling into your ears for quite sometime. The Universal championship, is the one thing that will make me whole. I have abandoned my retirement for the brief moment for this chance. This though? Wrestling? It never dies. The Universal Championship is a combination of everything, everything of worth. I will not allow you to have this simply to boost your ego. This is not another title to throw on your accomplishment list. And this is not a title that will be accompanied by your face paint. This is the UNIVERSAL championship. It’s about proving your worth, it’s about busting your ass night in and night out. It’s about being double booked in a double main-event, and giving nothing less all around. It’s being the BEST you can be, and not doubting your talents and skill. That’s for the little leagues. I’m in the zone. I’m focused. I’m ready. Shadow Demon, I’m begging for a challenge. I’m begging for a beating. I want you to push me to my limits, I want you to come close to pinning me, making those fans just for a SECOND wonder if your going to walk out with the title, despite knowing the obvious fate that lies ahead. Give these fans what they want. Prove why we SHOULD be in the main-event. This match, it can go down in the record books. It really can. At the end of the night, I can only make one guarantee. I will show up, I will bring nothing less then my best. And as the new Universal Champion, it’ll testify to my hard work. Shadow Demon; there isn’t much more I can say. The date is set, the lights are looking down on us…and now it’s time to prove the entire world that we deserve that main-event spot. …and maybe? We don’t. That’s up to you. You make this match, or you break it. I’m walking out the Universal Champion, and that’s all I can say. Please; don’t disappoint. We are supposed to be Main draw, not a side act for the local freak show
Frank Hart, It’s been how many months, and your still slitting your wrists because you failed to make the cut? You still happy with being the leader of the mid card, and beating your head across brick walls because of it? For fuck sakes, Frank. You complain about your losses more than I talk about my long list of wins. I recall a promo where you gave credit to Peter K, for beating you…when you won the match! If there is anyone who should do a case of split personalities its you Hart And shit, if I was you Frank, I’d cry to. In fact, I’d kill myself. No, I’m not kidding. You should really fucking consider it. It would be better then no showing a Universal Championship match. I totally understand that I’ve been taking bigger shits then you daily, and I’ve faced about 5 jobbers off the top of my head that will give me more run for my money then you could ever dream up. I’m done with you Frank already use enough of my time of yea. Now continue to suck dick for bus fair, you irrelevant little bitch. And that brings us to the hybrid of immigrants. The Universal Champion himself. Allow us to get the elephant out of the room shall we, you never really defeated anyone worth wild to be called Universal Champion, you won the championship on a technicality, then defeated Havoc come lately to unify belts. That is why you don’t carry my respect, that is why I am out to de-throne you. Bert and company gave you the torch to lead the West, and you’ve stumbled and flopped more then a perapedligic learning how to walk This is the last time I’m going to mention Cyrus, He beat me, and yes I gave up in the tournament of Annihilation. Am I prod that it happened? Of course not. But for you to bring this up Mexican Samurai in a promo where your pretty much giving your resignation speech, is like the pot calling the cattle black. Your doing the same fucking thing I did. Your giving up. Heart or not. Your giving up So tell me Mexican Samurai how are we any different? How can you hold your nose up at me, when you are me? You pretend your not…pretend all you want You know just how you pretend to act like you’re a real champion. The truth is you are just a little man who has fallen into some lucky breaks in capturing the gold that he has so far in his career. Don’t simply say what you think will sound good to these people, don’t say what will cause them to cheer. Because truth be told you can simply get to the arena and mention whatever town your in and they’ll give you a little pop – they play there role and you play yours, both the stand up wrestler whose here for the love of the competition and the hypocritical liar. Don’t understand what I mean, well put down the bong for a second and pay attention, you MS are not quite as great as you think you are and perhaps you just don’t notice because you’re arrogant or maybe it’s because you’d rather deny reality and truth and substitute it with your own version of reality, or maybe your just too afraid to admit you have gotten to much to quickly and don’t know how to cope should you ever look less than dominating as you sit atop the mountain. I really don’t know which it is nor do I care, but for a man who scouts everything about his opponents and claims to speak the truth, you might want to actually look into things before you toot your own horn. You won’t though because you’re afraid to admit the truth, you are scared to look less than dominate aren’t you. You simply have to have the attention and be praised for how good you believe you are and that every fight you have is against some of the best. Sure you’ve beaten a lot of people thus far in the NLWF but you haven’t beaten me and lately your opponents haven’t exactly been top of the line, now I know you’ll disagree but hey that’s cool – you always have to look tough and hard cause that’s the way of the sword or whatever. Peep this though; ever since my return here in the west, I have beaten everyone in my way, and if you wanna pull a fast one and mention Cyrus, I said on the West. Dick. Now you might question the way I have accomplished things but that’s the difference between you and me – you worry about looking as if you are the best wrestler around today – where as I know I am the best wrestler around today. While you parade around with the Universal Title thinking you are great and the best champion we have had in a while – I have been proving beyond a shadow of a doubt that I can beat the best and former world champions whenever I please and you will be no different. You are the same as everyone else MS and deep down I’m sure you can’t stand that, so that’s why you preach about how much Heart you have. When the reality of the situation is you are nothing more than a passing fade, a guy that happened to be in the right place at the right time early on in his career when the West was looking for a new face to rub out the useless Havoc. Sure you put him down and won the belt I have yet to hold but that’s fine MS because unlike you I don’t have to mention my stats of who I’ve beaten or what gold I’ve won, or how much I have my opponents figured out in order to prove that I am one of the greatest in this industry today. It’s just a matter of time now MS, this is the final week where you will be announced as the Universal Champion, not that the belt has meant anything at all since Havoc held it two times already. You’re adding to the ruining whatever legacy that championship had more and more each day. Yet you think you’ve done something important and are proud of what you have done - That’s just sad. The reality is MS that the Universal championship has lost most of it’s meaning and yet you walk around with your head held high believing that you are living up to what the championship should be. Your not though. Your already starting to crack mentally. And come tomorrow night, you will begin to break physically. Unlike with me, where my actions are talked about because while they might be seen as wrong by you and these mind numbingly stupid fans, but the fact is controversy creates cash as one great mind once said. All you create is a façade of holding strong like a stone fortress – though as I have already stated your castle is built on plains of salt and it’s beginning to fall apart, even faster than Chris Brown’s alibi did. For all of those wins and accolades you have failed to do anything truly memorable – sure you’ve won gold but as I said even the Universal title has lost all meaning when it was getting passed back and forth like MS mother on crack. The time has come, and I will take my rightful place, you won’t be able to stop me this week MS, not just because of your broken spirit, or the fact that you believe you know me from taking one look at me … but I know that when you look at me you are blind to what I really am and all you see is a mystery staring back at you. I know you won’t admit it but see that’s the code of the street isn’t it even when you get stabbed in the stomach and your life is about to end you have to look hard and stare into your assaulter’s eyes and utter the words “faggot what” to show you were never afraid of dying, of having everything taken away from you. Same scenario, different situation, Once again just like everything MS does it is a futile action done for nothing more show and to keep up appearances after all you don’t want to lose your rep or street cred. I’m not doing this for anyone other than myself because I can’t stand what you’re making the Universal Championship's legacy look like. All of your false heroics are pointless nothing you really set out to do pays off MS and this will be another one of those situations. Your entire Heart philosophy is a scam to needless elevate yourself to a place of stature you don’t belong in, but enjoy it while you can – go to the highest room in the tallest tower of the MS kingdom that you seem to believe rules over The West and look out over all you feel is yours. Believe that you are truly making a difference and are above and beyond the entire roster including myself. For this Saturday your world comes crashing back down to reality with a vicious End Result as I do the West a favor not because I care about anyone else but me, but simply because it needs to be done, and as I truthful and just man, I will take great pride in snuffing out not just your star but all of the hopes and beliefs that these fans had for you. It’s a fitting end that both you and all of these self-righteous people watching both live in the arena on Saturday and at home will justly deserve. I’m willing to kill to become Universal champion. -- [ FIN ] -- |