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[No, You Don’t] [Everything else is dead on the other side.] [Silence. The sound that is louder than noise. It’s something that you wish you could end but you can’t. Nine in the morning, people clamber into the funeral home to pay their last wishes. They stand in the back chattering away about what they’re going to do after the funeral. Stylez comes out from the restroom and she smiles at me. I wave to her as she goes to talk to Jenny in the back, Both Sam and I have been on a skid as of late, with what happened with Kandi and the death has really taken a toll on us. Rows of chairs fill the home and I stand with my hands in my pockets looking around. I don’t want to be here. I really don’t. Time goes by so slow when you want something over with. The reverend comes into the room and looks around.] Reverend: “If we could all have a seat please” [He says in the calmest of tones. He probably does these kinds of things three, four times a day. Hell, I don’t know how many people die a day. Sam makes her way over to where I am and she sits down next to me, placing her hand on my knee even if she isn't happy she is putting on a good front. My mother sits next to me and she sniffles before the reverend starts.] Reverend: “Today, we are to lay John Mark to rest to be with God in heaven, forever. 'I am the resurrection and the life' saith the Lord; 'he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live: and whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die.' I know that my Redeemer liveth...” [He finishes and looks around at everyone. Sam has started to sniffle but my mother has already started to shed tears. It’s hard to see her like this.] Reverend: “Now, before I continue, is there anyone who would like to say a few words about John?” [Everyone looks around to see who will take the stand to go up there. It should be one of the children, I would think. No one steps up and the reverend gets ready to open his book to continue.] “Wait” [I say and stand up. Everyone seems to be taken aback because, let’s face it, they all hate me.] “I think I need to get something off my chest. My father was a great man. He was a man who always took care of his family although he wasn’t a family man. He had three children and a wife to take care of and he did that. Six years ago my father taught me a lesson in the harshest way possible. He did it to not only make me understand reality but he made me a better man. John Mark and I spoke barely for six years and now it kills me. Things change when someone you’re close to passes away. Family reunions change and people change. Don’t let the death of my father change you. John wouldn’t have wanted you to change for him. He would have wanted you to live through his passing and become a better person because of it” [I sit down as slow tears come from my eyes. I see Sam from the corner of my eye as she just smiles. I did what she asked. I made peace. Maybe that well help with this whole adultery issue] [I really just hope he heard it up there.] [After the reverend was done, he told everyone to have a final look at the body before we went to the gravesite. All of dad’s friends went up there and had a look, putting certain things in the casket. I really didn’t have anything but Sam brought a picture of the four of us; mom, dad, me and her. When everyone is gone, the five of us walk up to the casket. Mom looks at her husband and she drops to her knees. Everyone in the room starts to cry and James and I pick mom up. She grabs his hand and kisses it before walking away. Not a word said. Jimmy and Jen look at dad and Jenny starts to cry even harder. James takes her out and then it is just Sam and I.] “He was a great man.” Samantha: “Yeah, he was” [she says and she puts in the picture and grabs his hand. I look at his face, the wrinkles under his eyes and in the crevices of his cheeks. His sideburns matches mine and I just smile.] “Well, Dad, I’ll never forget you. Ever. Um… I don’t really have anything to give you” [I stop and feel the top of my head. I take off my custom shades with the word ‘Living Legend’ on the side of them. Folding them up, I place them inside the casket.] “You always said you liked them. You were the true Legend, dad” [I tap his hand and walk away, leaving behind a legacy of greatness to forge my own.] [Samantha grabs my hand as we walk out the door. She squeezes it tighter as we make our way to the Lexus.] Samantha: “You know, that was a good thing you did in there” [She says without hesitation.] “Yeah, those shades cost a lot…” Samantha: “Not that, Johnny” [she laughs through the tears as I wink to her. I knew exactly what she meant.] Samantha: “You set everything to rest. No more animosity.” “Hopefully” [I say as we follow the sea of cars to the gravesite. The streets of Miami, Florida are jam packed as rednecks in their red pickup trucks pass us. How I hate hillbillies. We get to the cemetery, right across from the high school. We all get out and walk to the site where he will be buried. Sam grabs my waist and I pull her close to me. She’s my support. She’s my everything.] [The reverend says some more words before they put him into the ground. While he is talking, I see Jimmy in the distance talking on his phone. What is he doing talking on his phone when his father is being buried? I don’t worry about it as I continue holding Sam as the funeral ends.] “I’ll be right back” [I say to Sam and before she can get a word out, I storm my way over to Jimmy. I grab his shirt and hold him up in the air.] “What the hell were you doing on the phone during the burial? HUH?” James aka Jimmy: “Get off of me Johnny or I will call the police” [He tried to intimidate me but it isn’t going to work. Doesn’t he know who I am? I feel people watching me behind my back.] “WHAT were you doing on your phone during the burial? Talking to your whore of a girlfriend? Is she more important to you than your father? HUH?” [I ask him and drop him to the ground. He looks at me with wide eyes and swallows hard.] James: “Like you should talk! We all saw you and Kandi last week, I don't need to explain my self Johnny....It’s none of your business!" “You aint seen shit last week! You think it’s none of my business? Your father is dead, Jim. Gone forever. The least you could do was respect his soul and join your family. Are you bigger than us JIMMY? Is your girlfriend in Vegas more important than us? If so, then leave now and go be with the whore.” Jimmy: “Don’t you talk about my girlfriend…” “I’ll talk about her however I damn well please. Now, dammit Jimmy, I’ve swallowed my pride in the past when it came to your nonsense. I’m not going to have it anymore. This is the final straw and if you can’t give everyone and apology right here and right now I swear I will knock some sense into you” [I get in Jimmy face and stare him deep in the eye. He starts to perspire as he breathes heavy. When confronted, he’s nothing more than a little bitch.] “We’re waiting.” James: “Sorry” [He says in a low tone and walks away with his head hanging low. Sam comes up to me and pull me on my arm.] Sam: “What did I say about starting…” “No, Sam. He disrespected my father… HIS father. I can’t let that go. Ever” [I walk away to the car with my fists clenched. I don’t want to see him back at the house. I’ll probably kill him. I unlock the door for my wife as she gets in on the other side. On the ride back to moms house we sit in complete silence.] [Enjoy the silence.] [When it starts to hurt it only helps it grow.] ------------------------------------ "I've tried to remain modest." "It wasn't the same." "I thought I was being overshadowed. Becoming a name in a crowd of superstars." "I won't let that happen." "I tried to change my ways, so when I become champ one more time, I'll be a positive image." "I'll never bare those qualities. I look at this game the same." "I watched as few others began to adapt, began to ascend towards the thrown I've built." "I've noticed all there advances. I'm ready to step my game up." "I've gone far too long without this push, or motivation." "I won't be held back. The time is now. My time is now." "It's all a question on whether I'm ready to step up, and get the gold I've long desired for." "My stomach burns for that title. Five other men stand before me." "This is a test of my superiority among mere mortals." "I've accepted this task, ready to embark on a Golden journey." "This situation makes careers. As well as break them." "But my legacy began long before this match." "Domination is my goal." "This, I will surely succeed in." "For this isn't a broken promise by a mere man." "This is the promise of a GOD." "I've given my word to be the best, and I've proven it." "You all stand on the Foundation I built." "A mere dirt road when I first began. Now a paved path, inspiring others to reach the plateau of superstardom. "They say the new blood to the main events well be the one's to steal the show at SummerSlam, But I've continued to evolve. From a vast commodity, to teacher of the masses." "I've done what few can. Not only have I defeated your legends and idols; I've changed this sport in to something unimaginable. I have your respect, whether you oblige or not." "For that..." "I'll never be forgotten." -------------X RATED-----X RATED----X RATED----------- [The scene comes back to what looks to be a shot of a minor distraction for what took place at the funeral. As Johnny Stylez slumbers in his king size bed with Samantha's nude body curled up next to him. Her bare breast presses up against his chest while her left leg hangs limply over his own leg. Stylez takes his free hand and runs it down her back, grasping her smooth globe of flesh that makes up her perfect ass. He stirs and awakens Sam with a kiss on the forehead and she smiles up at him. He snakes a hand under Sam's arm to tweak her soft nipple, drawing a moan from Stylez 1st lady. Samantha rolls over and kisses stylez, slipping a tongue past his lips to caress his tongue ever so softly while working his member in her hand. It doesn't take long to get him erect while his hand slips between her thighs, searching out her sweet sex, and finds it with ease. She gasps as he slips a finger inside of her while he begins to suck on her nipple.] [Samantha guides his firm cock into her as they lay on their sides and moans with pleasure as he slowly fills her up. Her warmth grasps him tightly as he slides in up to the hilt and she reaches behind her to grab him by the hip and pull him even deeper into her. Stylez takes her around the waist and rolls onto his back, bringing Sam with him, and allows her to turn around so that she is facing him. She rocks forward and back, ever so slowly, and with each rocking motion, lifts off him before sliding back down, taking him fully inside of her with each thrust. Sam begin to rock harder, grinding her sexes faster against him, she hits her climax, flooding his mouth and soaking his cock with her fluids.] [Samantha is on her back with her hair fanned out across the pillow in a golden halo. She smiles and gasps as Stylez tongue alternates between lapping at her clit and plunging into her. Until he tosses her up and Stylez moves behind her, his cock thrusts fully into her ass and withdraws like a piston within an engine while his nutsack slaps against her lips. Each moan makes Stylez dig that much harder, sending shock waves of pleasure throughout her petite frame, and just watching her head thrash in delight brings a grin of happiness to his face. Stylez grasps Sam's hips and pulls her against him harder and faster as his own climax approaches. Just as he's about to explode within her, filling her up, he stops...pushes her off her and makes his way away from the spot of passion, leaving Sam wanting more. He couldn't finish just yet, he has to take care of matters before he can fully ever finish. Sam has no idea as she lays there ass in the air, smiling at Stylez.] Samantha: "Now that's passion Kandi well never feel!" ------------------------------------------------------- "It's never fun not knowing who your partner is going into a six man tag team match, Never fun knowing if they have a hidden agenda of sorts. To be honest, it doesn't matter, because for me this is about one person and one person only. Me. I don't care who my partner are Monday night. I could care less if these two are ready to do the right thing, or ready to let there balls hang, the fact is it doesn't matter! It doesn't matter who my opponents are eighter. I will win, leave my mark and get ready for SummerSlam where I well get my strap back. There are some very talented individuals involved in this match this week, namely myself. Everyone else is either a bunch of has been's hanging out in the pasture or so damn green they need a while to ripen and mature." "An old adversary is even involved. That being R&R. He and I had are breif battle for the right to be called 'LEGEND' a few months ago before he ultimately pulled up stakes and left. Since then I have gone on to become the GCW World Heavyweight Champion." "As for the rest of the guys in the match; only one man catches my eye." "Troy Daniels. You are walking around with a championship that you should even be holding, everyone knows you were the scab of that main event, a replacement for Violator, nothing more. What your gonna get this week is a preview, the appetizer sort of speaking then come SummerSlam I'm going to devourer you and take what I should have never lost!" "I'm putting everyone on notice. Johnny Stylez is going to win this SummerSlam teaser and the SummerSlam main course as well." [A Smirk] "R&R your a funny little man my friend, I mean how many times do I have to run through before you get the hint? And weren't you a few weeks ago holding a sign: "Will grapple for food" Tell me R&R how did you do it? How did you get back here? Ill tell you how, ladies and gentlmen allow me to introduce to you all, the first member of the Chris Wall 'Kiss my ass club'!" "I watched you suffer R&R. Saw you laying motionless as the pain overwhelmed you. So you've changed, eh R&R? To what? A competitor? You're still a coward. You don't belong in the ring with me anymore. See, while I took the name Legend from you, I got EVEN better, and better. Now, I'm the greatest thing to happen to wrestling." "You're still a mediocre player in this game." "You see R&R, there is something you are forgetting. You are acting as if I'm worried about your return to the ring against the man who exposed you as the FALSE Legend that you are. As if you're going to come and take everything I've built away from me. How could you? You can't even fulfill your own legacy. You like what I did there? Yeah, me too. It's as if you forget how this month has been playing out. Your return didn't turn heads, nor did it spark any kind of excitement. When you came back, you were simply outshined. No one asked where R&R was when you were gone. No one even wondered if you were okay. How many gave in to your panhandle?" "No One, because you aren't worth the time." "My schedule was too busy to see if you got your Job back or not. To be honest, I could've cared less. I jumped in to the main events, while helplessly, you watched. I'm sure you schemed and schemed, looking for the perfect way to get me back. You found your way, now your making your way back to the path of Vendetta. But still, no one gave a shit. Just another spot wasted on the roster. Yet I drop promo after promo, and I got every mother fucker alive riding my dick. "JOHNNY STYLEZ is amazing." "JOHNNY STYLEZ is the greatest wrestler I've ever seen." You only wish that you could be this good. But, wait, you have a plan." "You actually think I wasn't ready for this?" "I knew you'd be coming for me. I also knew you'd be coming ten times harder then before. You have something to prove now R&R. Please, tell me when I'm wrong. I watched you go from a nobody, to a somebody. ALL WITH MY HELP! You weren't shit until you got paired up against me, hell you remeber knocking on my lockeroom door begging to be my lacky? Do you remember that? Do you remember kiss my ass just to be a tag-team with me? You were pathetic then and your even more pathetic now!" "I remember you coming up to me, begging for a chance at the open spot. I allowed it, thinking I had done myself some justice. And for a while, everything was fine. Until you started to think you were better than me. Get it through your fat fucking skull..." "I am everything you can't be." "Especially successful. Don't think I won't be wrapping another chair over your head. I'm tired of your half assed insults. You want to come at me with emotions, then do it. I'm ready for you R&R. People are looking for a super tag-team match, it's a damn shame all there going to get is a squash. I've come too far to turn back now. Hell will freeze over before you have a chance at pinning me. But I don't hate you R&R. I know you're venting. I know you are just trying to look big." "It's not working. Looks as if you lost a step." "You were better off beating up Micheal Cole" [He rubs his chin] "Can someone please tell me who the fuck is you're partner R&r? Can someone clue me in on the details of this Danni Vesneski? Who is this guy? Did he just join? Hm, what do you say? He’s been on the roster for a while? No fuckin’ way. Seriously? He’s in Mastema? The mascara wearing fella's right? Damn, I really need to pay attention to the matches that go before me." "See, this isn’t a competition to me. This is child’s play." "So no one in this… tag-team match or whatever is going to stop me from holding this company together. No one is going to stop me from continuing My Manifest the only way it needs to be continued." "That person definitely isn’t going to be Danni Vesneski" "What the hell are you doing, son? The cocky/arrogant/Marylin Manson deal has been used over and over again. No one cares if you like to dress in black, Whatever skill you possess, I possess more. It’s the simple rule of GCW. I’m not sure if you’re familiar with it but let me remind you." "STYLEZ > You" "It’s always going to be that way. It’s never going to be the other way around. You can talk about your marry bunch of faggots whatever but when you do keep that rule tightly wrapped around your cerebellum. And if you try and defy that rule, I’ll make sure my boot is tightly wrapped around your cerebellum instead." "So don’t try anything fancy." "Besides, you’re a rookie. You’re nowhere near where I was when I was a rookie and you never will be. I’m at the top of my game, Danni, and you’re going to try and take me out of line for what is mine? Yeah, I see that happening just as I see you being original for a change." "So try and stop me Danni. You can be another victim of My Manifest and will be a hard landing for you. When you’re looking at the mat from atop my shoulders, you can go back to your dark corner. When you’re flat on your back, you can go back to applying more nail polish. When you’re lying on that stretcher, you can go back to praising my name." "It’s going to be fan-fucking-tastic." "You see Danni, I’ve heard many things about you. I’ve heard you’re a great wrestler. I’ve heard you’re a fighter. I’ve also heard you bite off Derek Rampert more than a gay prostitute. What is up with all these people not having anything original to do? Is this what GCW really wants in a champion? A copy-cat? Danni, don’t try a vulgar filled rant towards me. Not only does it show how much of an idiot you are, it shows how low you have to go to get cheap insults at someone. It doesn’t show much character." "Not that you have much, anyways." "So, Danni, don’t worry about walking into Summerslam and trying to take the GCW championship. It’s not going to be a problem for me to take you out of the game. This is my world, my life, and my struggle. I’ve worked damn hard to make this company what it was and I’ll be damned if you’re going to walk in here, say a few cliché lines, do a few cliché moves and walk out the GCW Champion or the winner of Monday's match." "That’s not what a champion does." "A champion kills it every single time he speaks or acts. A champion is always on his toes and never settles for the moment. A champion always moves on and reinvents the business and the surroundings around him. If you keep up with your current road you can stick to being the former TV Champion. That’s the only time you can twist the advantage in my world." "Otherwise… I’m going to put you out of my world." "See, Danni, I want you to prepare for me with viciousness. I want you to look at me and hate me. Act like I just killed your mother or something. Act like I’m public enemy number one because, in all reality, I am. You notice everyone seems to think I’m the one not only walking out of this tag-team match the winner, but also the champion after SS." "You’re not going to beat me." "Troy my good ol' buddy, you bring your cheap carbon copy of my World Championship to the ring with you this Monday. I’ll stand there waiting for you to strike. When you do, I’ll be quicker than you could ever imagine and lace you for a poetic End Result. It will be as poetic as a Haiku and it will go something like this." The Living Legend just beat you" "What happened to your promise" "Two times sounds so good" "Then when you’re lying on the mat and the fans react to your demise I’ll remove your championship and give a pair of my very own custom sunglasses. When you awake in your hotel room you can open your eyes and look through my shades." "It’s the only way you’re going to see success." "Which is something your never going to see while I’m still around." "Troy, why don’t you let grudges go? Have you been hoping and praying that you could get the chance, once again, to face me and try and get some redemption? To prove to the world that Daffney's little apperances did nothing to help you become champion, Well, Troy, I’m sorry but almost doesn’t matter in my world." "You and I both now your spot in that match at No Mercy was a gift. Something you didn't earn. What you don't believe me?" "Bro you don't drop a championship on countless times, to be rewarded with another shot." "Even if you walked out of No Mercy as champion, You’ll always be the guy who is mentioned in the second breath. You’ll always be the guy who enters number two at a party while everyone’s attention is focused on the guy who entered first." "Hell I don't even have to win these next two weeks and my name well still be on the tips of every fan around the world!" "You're a fluke Troy, You took a gift from Daffney and ran with it, But you are in no means a Champion...See A champion fights night in and night out, how many weeks did you have off since becoming champ?" "Though so" "Let’s move past all the bullshit, shall we? Troy, I’ve been looking forward to SummerSlam ever since the bell rung at No Mercy. Words can’t describe how long I’ve been waiting for this. A chance… one chance… to finally end you. A chance to finally put Troy Daniles on the shelf once and for all. How poetic will it be when the possible final match of your career will be against The Living Legend? How great would it be for Troy to fall to The Living Legend?" "It would be amazing." "See, Troy, you’ve been the moving target since we first met. I’ve wanted to throw the dart but you move from week to week, a day off here a night off there, never giving me a good shot at you. Now we’re here face to face and the target has stopped moving. There is nothing more I want to do than relieve you of your duty in the wrestling world." "Oh, how poetic." "When I wake up, I look at myself and wish I wasn’t morning the death of my father. I wish I wasn’t being caught up with the opposite sex. I’m not a liar though, Troy. I did ponder the thought of, if the time ever came, would I be able to take you down. It’s not a thought anymore. See, Troy, I’ve grown to new heights since No Mercy. I’ve grown more than you could ever dream. Sure you have your fans, your pride, and the respect of millions around the world but you’ll never have the resume I have built. At the end of the day, Troy, that is what gives me the advantage." "I’ve been here before." "I’ve been at the top of the mountain. I’ve seen the greatest fall at my feet and I’ve felt the greatest blood on my hands. Do you know what that is like, Troy? Do you know what it is like to obtain… greatness?" "That is why the question has an answer." "The question I’ve tossed in my head for months and months. ‘Can I beat Troy Daniels if the time comes?’ You know…the answer used to be easy. Before I wasn’t near the level you were at. I was young, naïve, and talentless. Something has happened between now and then Troy. Now, I’m on a level I don’t think you can obtain. Now, I’m experienced, smart, and full of talent." "Now the question returns. Can I beat Troy Daniels?" "I won’t just beat you Troy but I will force you in to permanent retirement." "I will make sure you and I meet in the final minutes of the chamber come SummerSlam and when we do you can ask yourself the same question. But… you will have to stop and think about it. A moment in time where Troy thinks about his decision." "A moment so important. A moment so anticipated... Hell, I don't know the answer. But I'll let you in on a little secret." "I'm looking forward to it." ---FIN--- |