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Reborn
No, Chris. I'm gonna walk the earth. Y'know, like Cain in Kung Fu. This really isn't the time for jokes, Styles. Well, what else can I do? You want to hear me say it? Yes... I fucked it all up. I became the very thing I always said I wasn't, and I threw everything I'd worked for away in the act. They planted a seed in me... and I let it grow into something. What do you mean... 'let it'? What do you think I mean? I'm not stupid, Chris... and I'm not crazy. That belt came to mean more to me than I ever thought it would... more than it should have. But no matter what I did, it wasn't going to be good enough. No matter how many times I beat him, they were determined to just keep lining people like Santiago, and Crimson Skull or Cyber Punk up for as many shots as he wanted. Who in the history of that belt has ever gotten as many back-to-back shots at it as they did? By the time we got to the end of that era, I knew it was never gonna end... so I took the cork out of the bottle. I took all of the darkness guys like A and Matt had planted on me, and I figured I'd use it. I just had no idea how seductive it would be when I did. What... and that's over now? Yes. But now is different. Your not worried about what others think. You know what went wrong in JWF and your learned from it. You have reached out to your friend. A real friend. Is it the fans you're worried about? There already over is. They love SBK. There happy to see you side by side with Cyber Punk. No worries Styles, get over it… No. There's still something I need to shed. I may have gotten out from under some of what's happened to me, but I'm just Styles right now. I'm not The Guardian Angel anymore. So? I had a dream last night, Chris. Things are going to get bad... real bad. Now, I know to you, ideas like good and evil don't really matter... you were always a gladiator. You lived for the fight, and you could go out there and feed off of that. Maybe it's different for me, in a way I could never really put my finger on until now. Maybe it's because I've thrown my whole life into the industry, maybe it somehow took on a higher meaning... a higher meaning that's all in my head, but it's still real for me. What are you talking about, SB? See Chris... with me, it does come down to good & evil. I've always been at my best when I was fighting for something, against something. It's just how I'm built. I could come back right now, but I'd just be Styles... and Styles can be beat. He has… If I keep going, it won't be because somebody offers me a paycheck, it won't be for a title belt, it won't be because you want it, it won't even be because the fans want it... it'll be because they need an angel. Because it's not until they need one, that I'll ever be able to be one again. 
For everything I'd done in my career, for every opponent I'd faced, I still had that one challenge to meet before I could become that which I now believe I was destined to be. I needed to face myself. I'm back where I belong, and I learned a few things along the way. Now, I can walk back out to that ring, and do what I do best. Maybe I'm not the fastest. Maybe I'm not the strongest. Maybe I'm not the smartest. But at New Era, I'll step into that ring, and it won't matter what I have do to, I'm going to give the fans what they want to see. I'm going to give them what they wanted in January 2005, and the only thing they've ever asked from me. I'm going to give them The Guardian Angel. The Visual Orgasm. S-B-K. The Strike Back Kid. I could be in a slumber high and Shadow Demon couldn’t even beat me. The proof has already been display. At the start of the week, I was less then a 100%, but I still made the effort. A effort a 5 year old could take apart and hand me my ass. Shadow Demon, must not have the mental capability of a 1st grader because he took the easy pitch and struck out. Now I’m feeling about 75% better. And its time to bury your clown ass Shadow Demon isn’t a threat to me. He’s nothing to me. Why should he be something to me? He’s the bug I wiped off my windshield this afternoon. He’s the dirt I wiped off my shoe when I entered my house. Shadow Demon wants you to believe that he’s the Knight in a army behind the destruction in NLWF but destroying a federation wouldn‘t have came into wrestling with out the New Age DX. Not sure what I mean? Go rent the DVD titled: ‘Death of TEWF’. If you ask me, The Asylum and Shadow Demon, You’re just cleaning up the scraps… hoping that your little gathering would get enough attention to where you could take control. It’s not going to work like that. He along with this Jr. of a Heavyweight (We all know his name, but why give him the attention he begs for) wants to make everyone believe that the saying “out with the old, in with the new” is in effect. Well, Shadow and the star Kicker of NLWF, when the new is utter shit then how do we believe that? We can’t. We can’t rely on ingrates to ‘save’ us from NLWF. It’s not possible. Why? Because they’re not really saving us from anything. They’re stopping the old guard from coming in and laying waste to everyone and everything in our path. That’s exactly what I will do in the ring at New Era. See, Shadow, this isn’t your world. It’s mine. And as much as you want to try and convince yourself it isn’t… it is. You know it, I know it, and the world knows it. I created the classics in that ring, not you. I’ve held the championships you can only dream of. There is no rising while I’m here. You’ve had your fun, Shadow Demon, and it’s now time you get destroyed. Permanently. Let me guess you and the rest of the JOB squad that make up the Asylum wished you were a bit more darker, right? You want to try and kidnap me? Go right ahead. You won’t do much after I decapitate you and leave you bleeding all over the mat. Because, let’s face it, you’re a walking zombie being corrupted by the horrible mind fucker called Havoc. The only way to kill a zombie is to sever the brain from the spine. You know, now that I think about it, I’ll take your brain out of your skull and when Cyber Punk lays Havoc on his back I’ll make sure to place it right on his dick. Call that mind fucking. You’re message? It’s a weak attempt at a threat. It’s a weak attempt at getting in everyone’s head. They’ve already gotten into yours Shadow and it’s only a matter of time before you realize it. It’s only a matter of time before you’re walking down that ramp… waiting for me to show up. Then what are you going to do? The power of SBK doesn’t stop for anything. This is SB, son. Both versions combined and they were groundbreaking in both editions. Shadow is going to do exactly what Havoc tells him and what Havoc tells him isn’t going to work. He’s the wrong kind of puppet master, kid. I’m the king of it. Sit. Roll over. Get up. Kill yourself. Because, if you don’t, I will. This is your warning. If you want your life to be easier… you will not even try at New Era. I’m on a mission for blood and there are three kinds of blood I want in that ring. The fool, the believer, and the foolish believer. They will all fall at my boot. This is going to be a massacre and once you’re grinded into bits I’ll make sure you realize whose house this really is. I’ve always told you things come better in three’s. This is no exception. So I ask the question again: why? Do you really want to know why? The Man. The Myth. The Legend. Why? Because the classics never die. Oh yes that was a jab at Mighty Mouth of the Jr. division! FIN |