Intermission [I inhaled the drag of my cigar while I continued to watch Kandi blow me. She did a hell of a job, I must admit. I took in another long drag of the cigar, and rested my head back on the head rest of the recliner. I slowly exhaled, listening to the sucking and slurping sounds coming from my lap. I looked down and watched her, as she met me with her eyes. I smiled at her, and pulled her face up.] "Let's go to the bedroom. You want me to fuck you don't you?" [I laughed as I said this.] Kandi: "Do you even have to ask?" [she replied.] [I stood up, pulled up my pants, put out the cigar in the ashtray and walked up the stairs; Kandi closely following me. We got to the extra bedroom and I threw Kandi on to the bed. She was naked besides a pair of black, lace booty shorts. I didn't like doing this to Samantha, but for some reason I felt compelled to.] Kandi: "Fuck me Johnny. Do it right now! I wanna feel you inside me." [She moaned as I pulled down her panties.] "Heh. You want it that bad eh?" [I asked with a smirk.] Kandi: "Give it to me!" [she demanded as she wrapped her hands around the back of my head and pulled me in to kiss her.] [I inserted in to her, and trusted in to her harder and harder with every stroke. I could hear her screaming with moans, and it made my body quiver with pleasure.] There you Johnny Boy, you finally grew a pair. How is it? A good fuck? [What do you think? As good as it was the first thirty times. This girl knows how to take a dick. Heh.] What a wonderful lady you got there. I'd go for the blond myself, good choice. [I don't need your stamp of approval to fuck bitches. Why are you bothering me? I'm in the middle of something as you noticed.] Exactly. I wanted to see if you could continue with me in your head. I didn't think you could. Suprise, Suprise, Johnny. I have some business to speak to you about. [Can it wait until I'm done?] Yes. We will do this when the girl is gone. [I continued to have my way with Kandi. She moaned like the whore she was, screaming and clawing at my back. I felt my sanity slip. I knew I was going crazy, and just like the last time, I was trying to accept it. I continued to fuck the well-tanned Kandi, this time from behind. I was going crazy, twice as hard as I normally would.] "How does that fucking feel!?! You fucking like that bitch!?! Take it!!" [I screamed.] Kandi: "Uhhh, give it to me. Harder. HARDER!! Fuck me Johnny, fuck me!!" [I was loving this. I felt power over Kandi. Power like I used to feel. I felt stronger than ever before. I realized I could have given two shits about Sam right then. I was pounding away at a gorgeous broad that men would die to be with. And she begged for me!] I couldn't believe the day I was having; a huge smile was pasted to my face as I pulled Johnny's vehicle into the drive-way. I turned off the car and raised my sunglasses on top of my head. I looked down at my stomach and the smile grew even wider. I placed my right palm underneath my top and rested it on my bare, flat stomach. Inside there was a life, a wonderful little baby growing inside of me; a baby that Johnny and I created in the middle of one of our passionate love-making sessions. I couldn't wait to tell him, I mean I told him it was a possibility, but now after the trip to the midwife, I know its for real. I had hoped in finding this out it might snap him out of whatever weird state he had sunk into.] [After I told Johnny about the EPT test, I decided I needed to go to a doctor, I left him sleeping that morning as my appointment was at nine-thirty. After a couple of tests the doctor happily informed me that I was four and a half weeks pregnant. He gravely told me though that because my blood pressure was high and it appeared I was under some serious stress that he wanted me to get lots of rest and relax as much as I could, any more stress could cause long-term effects for mine and Johnny's child.] [Feeling that Johnny would be nothing more than thrilled, I got out of the vehicle but not before I grabbed a pink, white, and blue shopping bag that contained various things for a new born child. I couldn't help it, I loved children and wanted to get a head start on shopping for my own. I peeked inside of the bag which contained a white fleece lamb, a precious white baggy nightgown for a new born, and last of all a new born hat for the baby to wear when he or she came home from the hospital. I grinned brightly and stepped out of the vehicle. I walked inside of the house and placed my purse on the counter. Still clutching the bag from the baby store, I walked toward the upstairs figuring that Johnny might be taking a shower or just waking up.] [I walked upstairs until I reached guest room, however my smile soon faded as I started to hear various sounds coming from the room. Hoping against hope that Johnny was watching pornography, I shakingly opened the door. He wasn't watching a movie though, he was fucking that whore Kandi. I couldn't move, I stood there in shock. I felt like I could throw up and I also felt my stress level rising unbelievably. He was cheating on me… It was something he promised he would never do. Tears began to come to my eyes as I began to shake with anger and sobs.] Sam: "Johnny what the fuck are you doing!?" [I screamed as horrible sobs also escaped my mouth.] [I was shaking so much that I had to hold onto the doorway to keep from falling over. Hurt began to cloud my eyes and I knew when he looked into them he would see a woman who has just had her heart broken almost beyond repair] [I was in a funny situation right now. But the funniest thing was my lack of remorse. I felt no pain, nor did I feel bad for Samantha. I should've felt like a monster at this point. I should have felt some sort of pain, some sort of pity for the woman I was in love with. But to be honest I didn't even feel the love anymore. I couldn't feel any sort of emotion anymore. I felt nothing. I was simply a body. A body with a brain and little emotion. I was completely empty. I was no longer human. I was immortal. I was an immortal God, that would walk forever.] "Get the fuck out of here. Can't you see I'm in the middle of something!?!" [I said, turning to Sam with a cold stare.] [I looked at him with my mouth dropped open in complete shock, I felt as though I was hyper-ventilating. He didn't care about me anymore. I clutched the bag with the newly bought purchases for our baby and held it tightly against my chest. I turned quickly and ran to the nearest bathroom where I fell to my knees in front of the toilet and began throwing up. As soon as I was finished I wiped my mouth on my sleeve and sat back against the wall to the side of the toilet and continued to cry. I wrapped my arms around my knees and brought them up to my chest. My whole body was trembling with horrible emotions.] [How could he have gone from such a wonderful and caring human being into that monster I had just seen. I didn't know what to feel and for a split second I wanted to die. I looked up at the bathroom counter and saw a bottle of sleeping pills. Now if I were to take enough of them surely I would slip into a very deep sleep, one that I might never come out of. I shakingly stood up and stumbled over to the bottle. I picked it up and looked at it. As I began to undo the lid, something stopped me, it was my conscience.] "Samantha don't do this…In doing this you are not only ending your own life but the life of that baby inside of you… No man should bring you to this point in your life. You have a child to think about now, a helpless little baby that needs it's mother." [I knew my conscience was right, I couldn't do this. I loved this baby and hated myself for even contemplating killing it and myself. I decided I needed to calm down and figure something out. This man that was in that bedroom now was not the man I fell in love with and created this child with. I had a new priority and it wasn't Johnny. I set the bag of things down on the counter and took the outfit I bought for the baby as well as the hat. I held them to my chest and wiped my eyes with my sleeves. I found in myself a sort of strength I knew I had all along. I gently put the things back into the bag and grabbed it by the handles. I walked to the room where Johnny was and stood outside of it, waiting for him to get done so I could confront him. Whether he liked it or not I was not going to let him yell at me like that again without yelling right back at him.] [I wasn't going to wait for him though, as soon as I got up enough guts I marched into the room and dropped the bag to the floor. Feeling a sense of anger and rage I never had before, I glared at the two of them as Kandi was riding my husband. Releasing an enraged sigh, I marched over to her and grabbed her hair on the back of her head and roughly pulled her off of him to the floor. She stares up at me in pain as I had ripped out hunks of her dark hair. I then thought about kicking her in the stomach but decided not to. I dropped the hunks at my side and glared at Johnny, clenching my fists.] Samantha: "Get this home-wrecking bitch out of here now Johnny. And I mean now." [I looked at him breathing heavily with anger and frustration.] [I pushed Samantha away, sending her a message. Hopefully she understood I wasn't done with the task at hand. I sure hope she'd understand or else I'd be fucking Kandi in front of her. I pulled Kandi back on to the bed and turned to Samantha.] "End the bullshit Samantha. I'll be down when I'm done. Now get out of this room." [I said with a stern glare.] "Now where were we?" [I said leaning in to kiss Kandi.] [I wasn't going to fight with him, for some reason I felt oddly calm. Of course I was hurting very badly but I needed to get out of the house. I knew I could stay with his friend Blake; Blake had always been so nice to me and had quickly become like the brother I never had. I walked over and picked up the bag of baby things. Sniffling exhaustively, I turned to Johnny one last time as I made it to the door. In a very tired voice I began to speak to him.] Samantha: "Don't even bother coming down because I won't be there. Until you hear differently, I'm staying with Blake…Also this day was going to be one filled with happiness because I was coming home to tell you that we're having a baby but obviously I don't matter to you anymore and I doubt this baby will either." [I then turned quickly and walked out of the room, down the stairs, and to the kitchen. I grabbed my purse and threw it over my shoulder. I looked around the house one last time before walking out of the house. I wasn't going to take one of his cars, Blake lived maybe ten miles away but I didn't care. I was going to walk there. It would be at Blake's house I figured out what I was going to do. I had mine and Johnny's child to think about now and that was what was most important to me.] [Her words meant nothing to me at this moment, as I began to thrust in to Kandi again. A baby. That thought would probably plague my thoughts. But I wasn't going to begin to ponder the possibility of it...All I had on my mind was Kandi and me rocking her world, I smiled] "How you like these apples Randy? Super Cock, more like super Crock!" *** "Did you really think you were something special Randy? Maybe if you stop trying to jack my style and grabbed some originality then maybe, but when you walking around like a damn mini-me I got a problem with that." "Think I'm bullshiting? Bro ask yourself who was running with the theatrics in there promos....ME...Now check out your Hollywood filmed promo" "Proof positive bro" "Everything about you has already been done, Ask yourself how many Johnny Come Lately have blown through this game clamming to be some sort of Legend killer, but have no facts to back up there Tag-Name. It's almost as bad as watching R&r call himself a legend, when three weeks ago the kid was in the foodstamp bank looking for a handout." "Keep it movin" "I call myself the Visual Orgasm, and after what I just did to Kandi, you can see I back it up!" "So what if you went undefeated up until this very point, and weaseled you way into what should be my crowing moment. Big deal, Randy. People start to take you for a threat. But lets keep it real, because after SummerSlam when I leave the chamber as the two time world Champion, you future is into a downward spiral my friend. You're gonna lose at SS, then your gonna keep losing to the point where your hype becomes clear. Your hype is built around you trying for the brass ring but never getting it. Your hype is built around the fact that you can’t win when you’re something big. Your own hype gets to you and starts to eat you alive. It picks at your stomach, your forearm, your thigh until you’re nothing but a walking skeleton. That’s where I come in to kick you into a pile of bones." "That's where we are now bro." "Randy, there’s a reason I was champion already once in this federation. Why? Well, it’s because I didn’t buy into my own hype. For the short lived days I was champion, I kept a calm head. I face every kind of challenger you could imagine. A high flyer, a hardcore challenge, a brawler, a guy who thought he was as cocky as me, and so many more. I blew threw them, remaining undefeated for the better part of a month. I kept a calm head and my already huge ego grew and grew and grew. Then someone named Troy Daniels thought he could fuck with that ego. He tried to pop it and pop it until he could deflate the greatest wrestler alive." "He pulled it off, but not without help." "Now Payne, you said it yourself were strangers inside the ring, where is against everyone else inside the chamber I already blew past them. So my question to you Payne is How are you going to claim victory over me when you never pinned me? Hell, Randy, you’ve never pinned me yet in this federation, and if it wasn't for me carrying your ass last week, you wouldn't still be undefeated. I don’t care about what you did eight years ago to three years ago… this year, at this present time you have never been able to put my shoulders for the mat for the one… two… three. "Sunday will be no different." "Now, what have you really done since you came here Randy? Besides be a troll in my shadow?" "Not a damn thing, hell last week if it wasn't for me you wouldn't even have had your main event cherry pooped" "And SummerSlam well be you version of a very short one night stand in the main event" "Yeah, Sunday’s the end for you. I’m going to put to rest once and for all. No more Randy the Ripper, no more Hollywood produced promos, no more shifting of fates, no more anything. You’re going to be more extinct than a dinosaur after Summerslam. While your body goes down, my body count goes up. Call me the wrestler eater." "Feed me, feed me, feed me." "See, you can throw all the bright and shiny metaphors you want at me. You can call me a chump because I’ve never ‘beaten’ you. You can throw all this shit around but the fact remains that you cannot stop me. You will not stop me and I will reclaim my place at the helm of GCW. Ya dig?" "I see what you’re doing now. You’ve a few matches so you think you can slack off, and your over budget promo is the proof. please Randy, because you spend more money doesn't mean your gonna make a impact, You're the Hilary Clinton of this PPV. Congrats Randy" "What you fail to realize is that your not championship material. You’re more like… IC or TV title caliber. Hell, even tag team title caliber. But you nor anyone else is at the caliber I am. I fought my damndest to get that title and you got a chance handed to you." "But what’s new, eh?" "You’ll probably say I’m complaining or bitching but if I don’t, I don’t get what I want. If I don’t bitch, you won’t know why I’m here, right? You might not complain about getting something stolen from you but you will complain when you have to press the button on the side of your hospital bed to get sprinkles on your ice cream. You will complain when you are destroyed to the point where you have to put your boots up for good. Then what will you do Randy? Will you run away and hide your face, ashamed to reveal it as the one who got utterly annihilated by The Visal Orgasm? Will you go to another federation where they don’t know the word ‘Living Legend’ and you can start anew? Nah, I’ll enjoy beating your ass so much that when you try to leave I’ll harpoon your ass like Scorpion" "Get over here." "See Randy, I am living proof of what GCW needs to be. It’s only a matter of time before I crush your pathetic body in the palm of my hand. I will bend your back severely with the Tragedy Clutch only to show that the proof is pain. When I cause you to get ring sick when I spin you for a red lottery, the proof will be pain. When you are lying on your back, the lights causing your tears to dry up before they even go down your cheek, the proof will be pain. When they are dragging you out on a stretcher, blood pouring from your face like Niagara Falls, the proof won’t be pain." "The proof will be what I’ve been telling you for ages. The proof of why I’m better than you will be the reason you are lying on that stretcher. It’s the reason you can’t stop me. Why?" "I'M PROOF POSTIVE BITCH, I THE MOTHERFUCKING BEST SON!!!" "Holy shit, You've just been shitted on by the very fucking best!" *** "R&r who the fuck are you little buddy?" "I mean you brag about me losing my qualifier, but you are quick to hide the facts about are history." "Good thing I'm not" "Bro when I came into this place you had a hair across your ass with me, and it took three freaking straight lose to me before you finally moved on...Moved right on Welfare!" "Yea I'm calling you on getting the Axe, and I'm calling you on what you did to get back in." "Fuck Chris still hasn't gotten your cherry flavored lipstick off his ass!" "R&r the facts are I beat your ass each and everytime we meet in the ring, Hell I beat you for the right to be called the Legend" (Guess we just found out who the real Legend killer is in this match!)" "R&r maybe you are to blinded by the facts or maybe your to busy recycling promos...Lets keep it real bro, how many times are you gonna use the movie 24 on us? I fill like your promos are a damn sitcom in syndication!" "NOTHING BUT RE-RUNS!" "Funny how R&r is living in a false illusion but he wants to change the face of GCW, seems so?" "R&r, I’m quite complacent with the stagnant pond in GCW. Do you know what happens when ripples take place in my pond? Do you know what happens with things disturb the natural order of my Manifest? Good things do not come from disturbing the czar while he’s sleeping. Good things do not come from messing with the NEXT GCW champion. When I awake I will seek out whomever is bothering me and you know what I do?" "I kill them." "It’s not a hard concept, R. See, You sir has been a thorn in my Manifest side for quite some time. Losing back to back to me, then getting can isn't something you should want me to throw out there, All that is doing is creating annoyance." "Where do you belong?" "At the bottom, Isn't that why you call your self a LOW LIFE?" "It's clear R, You don’t believe I’m an entity around here" "You, just like everyone else in this company, believes that I am not A god. You don’t believe I’m the greatest. You think I’ve just created some aura to cover up insecurities. I have no insecurities kid. I have nothing to hide. What you see is what you get. Do you know what has gotten me this far? What has gotten me this far is the hate that people like you have towards me. What has gotten me this far is the fact that everyone wants to shut me up and end me for good. I use all that to prove everyone wrong. I use all that to one up everyone I step into the ring with. They try so hard to destroy me and my ‘aura’ they forget that I’m a ONE TIME champion. They try so hard to prove I’m not a ‘Living legend’ that I take that and throw it back in their face after their face hits the mat for a dictating End Result. Everyone wants to prove me wrong but they forget that I am, in fact, The Living Legend. I am the unexplainable because if I was explainable, R, I wouldn’t be the NEXT CHAMPION" "You will never figure out my aura." "It’s an aura I’ve earned. When you’ve been up as high as I’ve been you earn the aura that has been with me for years. An aura everyone wants to get into but I won’t allow them. It’s an aura that many have tried to steal but no one can steal from the ultimate thief. So try and display me for who I really am. I will tell you right now who I really am. I am the person who will ruin GCW and ruin this kindergarten child’s play called R&r I am the person who will create another one hundred plus reign as GCW champion and all you peasants will just stare and watch with your mouth open." "I am the man who will ruin your ‘destiny’." "The word that everyone tries to live up to but never does. R believes in destiny. He believes in fate. He claims that we have been brought together by ‘fate’ to determine the outlook of this company. You’re right, R, this isn’t part of my plan. Nothing I do is part of my plan. People throw themselves at me and I just bury them when they do cross my path. Everything that is ‘part of my plan’ is actually the fools who believe in destiny." "I secure their place below me and they themselves did most of the work." "Destiny is a funny thing. I laugh whenever someone tries to tell me it’s destiny for them to beat me." And I’ll propose the same question to them that I did to you. What makes your destiny any different than theirs? Absolutely nothing. Your destiny is what? Beating me and making a new hierarchy in GCW? That was everyone’s destiny." "You’re shooting blanks R" "You speak as though you matter in GCW but what have you done? You act like you're a driving force behind the current fall of GCW. You say there will be a fall of My Manifest but my Manifest has been running a year strong and I’ve devoured all the delicious meat that has been thrown in my cage. My Manifest does not stop because some punk thinks he can see the future. I can see the future too, R, and I have been able to for almost three hundred days. I’ve been able to tell the future for a long time. If you step in the ring with me you will never leave the same. You will never leave under your own volition. However, you will always leave knowing that The GOD is real." "God giveth and God taketh away." "Don’t push my buttons because that is the last thing you would ever want to do. You really don’t want to exercise your free will in my ring and try and ‘end’ me. You really don’t want to take everything you think you know about me and apply it. Everything you speak is false. Your Low Life gimmick is a falsehood to shield you from reality. All it is to you is a place where you can believe what you want to believe. It’s much like an underground cult. You believe in something that isn’t true but you convince yourself so hard that it is. You want to believe you two are the godsend in GCW. You want to believe you’re here to take down God." "Only God determines what happens to GCW." "Inside of you slowly beats your cold heart. Inside of you beats the one thing that you keep so ice cold. When SS comes I will shatter your heart with my bare hands and then what are you going to do? I’ll tell you exactly what you are going to do. You will look at it shattered on the mat. It will slowly melt away and evaporate into nothing. Then what is going to control you? Destiny? Destiny will fall once you lie on the mat with your jaw broken. Destiny will be a lie once the EMT’s strap you to a stretcher and put a neck brace on you. I’ll make sure to send you some flowers while you rest in the hospital." "You will need the smell of something alive while you rot to death in the hospital bed." "History will remember this day R. They will remember the day an uprising tried to take over the Czar. They will remember the day that the Czar stepped off his throne and faced the rebellion first hand. I will have my GCW championship in one hand and my Louis Vuitton chainsaw in the other hand. I will look you in the eyes and you will quiver. Then you and the people you bring behind you will understand that it is not the blade you fear. It will be my divine power. You want to take pride in your ‘superior’ logic, R, then employ it. Don’t pick a fight you know you cannot win. When I lift up my blade and it spins maliciously don’t stand before me… kneel before me. Otherwise…" "I’ll make it so the world will never know you existed at all." "Two Birds out for the count! Damn this feels fucking wonderful!" *** Alexander Regins, Bowed out...Always new he was a bitch, guessed he proved it. But I'm wondering why bow out after the card is booked? Why not give someone with a set of balls a chance?" "Guess GCW rising Stars have all been Cock blocked by the now FEW AND THREW Alexander." "And you guys call me an Asshole!" *** "Danni Boy, know how much time do I need to bury you? I mean you pretty much did it all your self, I mean you called me out...and Bailed...now your being given the chance of a lifetime and your more focus on IZW?" "And this is who is repersenting the GCW in a epic summerslam main event?" "Really you guys make my job, oh so much easier!" "Funny how this is a main event and I can't help feeling like i'm starting back at the bottom. That always amuses me. Danni eh? Lets keep it real, I liked you when you had a set of balls being interviewed by a female." "Now I'm not even sure you belong in IZW" "You stepped up your game to be the man. You needed to prove yourself. Sure you've had success elsewhere, but that no where near GCW. That talent is sub par. Where you dominated." "Where you fit in." "You can't take down JOHNNY STYLEZ. I've seen many just like you. I've been just like you. I've watched rookies come at me for years. Trying to take down my name, and bring up their own." "Trying to ride my dick, I mean isn't that what you did with the Huntress?" "Look Danni, I'm giving you material. I'm giving you something to use against me. Or attempt at least. Instead of the same bullshit you threw at me. The same as everyone else. I bet you enjoy watching my matches. It gives you someone to look up to. You see, I gave you a reason to come at me. You need this match to gain respect. I take this match for a tune up. Same bullshit, different day." "Yes I'm a King. Yes, I'm a God." "I'm every thing you're looking to be. Nothing about you makes you different from the jobbers of this place. You expect for everyone to respect you as soon as you step foot in to MY ring? Who the fuck are you!?! A nobody, exactly. I had heard good things about you, heard you were pretty good. I can't see it." "I think you suck." "And you proved it by representing IZW instead of gunning for the World Championship" "I figured you'd watch some old promos, and make an attempt to pick me apart. But it's not that way is it? You needed me to give you material. Well here it is, use it all. I just wonder though." "What's it like at the bottom?" "I forgot, sorry. It's just been so long that I've been at the top, i forget what its like at the first rung. I know how to win, I know how to talk. I can walk and chew bubble gum too. Imagine that. Can you? Doubt it. Just like the other assclowns in the IZW. I run that shit Danni. I know talent when I see it. I've brought in huge names. I didn't bring in you, and there was a reason." "You can't cut it." "I gave you your chance. This is where I end it." *** "Just one more name, and it just so happens to be the guy who has had my attention all damn month" "Troy Daniels" "How's it going champ...Good...That's great...Ready to fall..." "Fall into the curse every World champion has fallen to!" "You know the one, where the champion can't defend his strap. Yea that's the one." "Troy all freaking month I've watch you walk around with my strap, and each and everytime I had my chance you had your lackies step in the way" "Newflash buckaroo" "You got no one inside the chamber!" "Troy a man who has had everything ripped away from him, Has no stops. A man who has lost everything, has to claw his way back, just to get to that plateau he was once at. You've never been to that plateau Troy. Even as Heavyweight Champion, I was still better than you." "Even to this day I am better then you!" "While my next run as champion well be the one to break the curse, simply because I have nothing more to lose. Three times we've faced one another Troy, and you couldn't get the job done any of those times." "I dont give a fuck what you say, I should have won at No Mercy!" "I know how you wrestle, and I know what you're going to try." "I'm taking back my Championship!" "My father always told me things happen for a reason. I know this reason. One man. Troy Daniels. The Trojan Horse. The man who has what I want. And Now he looks to add a certain Living Legend to his resume. He wants another check on his checklist of his personal ‘bitches’. Believe me, he will try. He’ll walk down the ramp, get in the ring, and look me dead in the eye. However, when he looks me deep into my eyes, he won’t see a man who will lie down for him. He won’t see a man whose head will snap against the canvas with Enter Finisher here. He won’t see a man who once thought of him as the baddest mother fucker on the face of the Earth." "He will see a man willing to kill without a known reason." "See, Troy, the only thing I’ve ever wanted in life is a chance. A chance to make a name for myself. A few months ago I made a mountain out of a molehill. I was the underdog going into that match and since then, people have never looked at me the same. I’ve faced some of the greats this business has ever seen. I’ve taken down so called legends on my way to championship gold. I’ve even taken out the one you love more than anything else.. Troy, I slipped into a deep abyss for a hot minute, but now I have a second chance." "A second chance to prove to the world why the fuck you should fear me." "Troy, for months we have thrown verbal spats at each other, trying to get the upper hand. We’ve been trying to get that advantage on one another. You’ve thrown your best and so have I. But you have to realize that this is a new Living Legend. I will mean business tomorrow night when we step into the ring, going face to face and looking each other square in the eyes. What you’ve stated in the past about me means shit. What I’ve said about you in the past means shit. This is about the present day. And the present fact:" "You can’t touch me, you hack." "Look at what is upon us, Troy. The biggest match in both of our careers. The Main Event of Summerslam. God vs. The Epitome of Excellence. Troy, what exactly makes you excellent? Is it because you finally have a title reign? Is it your winning streak? Or is it the fact that you build your career as a joke? Your moniker is a joke. Your career is a joke." "Since you won the championship, you've been on a personal vactaction...I should ask you, what have you done since becoming champion?" "Come on… I’m waiting." "Nothing. Zilch. Zip. Nada. While yours truly was all around the world taking on the best. Sure I lost some matches but I was doing something, not sitting at home while my wife brought all the money into the relationship. Who has the cock in the relationship? Tristana or you?" "Let me ask you something Troy. In your career, have you ever been afraid? Have you ever had those feelings in your stomach where you have to sit and take a deep breath. In and out. In… and out. Have you ever had those moments where you wonder ‘What If?’ Have you ever been there Daniel? Have you ever been so nervous for a match you sweat bullets that ricochet off your body looking for a place to call home? You ever been afraid Troy?" "24 HOURS This is what will happen to you that night. It will be eleven thirty. You will be sitting in your locker room, going over your opponent and what you have to do to win. You will start to feel a pinch in your stomach. You will take a deep breath. In and out. In… and out. You will get up and stand in front of the mirror and smack yourself in the face a bit. Your flesh hitting your flesh will get you a bit motivated. Then that pinch will come back. You’ll pace in your locker room and look at the ground. You will start to over examine your boots and you’ll sit back down to tie them. You will look up at the clock and it will only be 11:32. Thirty more minutes. You run your hands through your hair, the coarseness of it imprinting itself within the crevices of your fingers. The beads of sweat will hit your forehead and roll down the side of your face and hit the floor, ricocheting like a bullet that barely missed you. At that moment, for the first time in your career, you will be afraid. You will be afraid for your life." "On the other side of the locker room will be a man, grinning from ear to ear knowing that he has you in the palm of his hand and is slowly tightening the grip on your career. The final nail will be your head ricocheting eerily like your sweat as you finally come to terms with your death. One move, Troy, and it will all be over. One move and it will all end just like it began. One move… three seconds… forgotten." "This is your fate. This is your destiny. This is your epitome. This is your excellence." "This is your execution." "Its a wrap...Ill take my championship now." --FIN--