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"...You & me, we're in this together now. None of them can stop us now, we will make it through somehow. You & me, if the world should break in two, Until the very end of me, until the very end of you. All that we were is gone, we have to hold on. When all our hope is gone, we have to hold on. All that we were is gone, but we can hold on. You & me, we're in this together now. None of them can stop us now. We will make it through somehow..." 'We're In This Together' NINE INCH NAILS "What I see in a mirror, isn't what you see." [It was raining out again, but it didn't bother me anymore. It had been like this for weeks now, the unrelenting downpours relinquishing any chance of a good mood. But regardless, rain or not, my days were still shit. See, there is a lot about me that people don't know. Well, fuck it, they probably do. Most of the assumptions about me were dead on. I'm not one of those complex, emo pricks, shielding their agony from the unsuspecting human eye. Nah, I was more of the type of guy who'd let you know how I feel. If I didn't like you, you'd know.] [I never liked fake faggots.] [I was supposed to go for a Pro Wrestling interview on Monday, but I ended up getting high. Same thing on Tuesday. Some how I'm still a member of GCW] [But somehow, I ended up winning the World Championship, was known to be one of the best superstars wrestling has ever seen, and did I give a rats ass...Not at all, All I care about is the Five figures to start, and enough fuel to continue my "habit."] [The habit I was speaking about before, is crystal meth. Sometimes coke, crack, heroin. All of the above. Now before you judge me; yes, I was brought up in a healthy environment. Upper class family, my parents were known throughout the community for their contributions. I lived the American Dream so to speak.] [Well, they thought I did.] [See, most people cope with their stresses conventionally. They smoke cigarettes, hit the gym, or simply scream until they lose their voice. Not me, I snort meth. I pop painkillers, and cook cocaine. Call it what you want, it gets me by.] [When You lost everything in life, the high is all that's worth waking up] [Now for those of you tallying up the score, and looking at me like I'm the piece of shit they wouldn't piss on, good for you. Being a piece of shit never bothered me, it's me. I don't tell you how to work your nine to five job, or how to fuck your wife. It's simple; I do it because I survive.] [But that's not even the twist to this winding road.] [You'd probably be surprised to know I lack the track marks. Ah, well, it was never my cup of tea.] [A couple rails of cocaine sat on the cracked mirror in front of me. Soon enough they'd be sucked up, and I'd be in a better place, ridding myself of these fucking shakes.] [Before I was able to devour the gaggers, I caught the presence of the bitch.] [When I call her that, I certainly mean it. This girl, was always around when I was gettign fucked up. It was as if she had some sort of sixth sense, able to predict when I had an illegal substance in front of me. She wasn't even attractive at that, but when your fucked up, any kind of pussy looks healthy. Defintly not a Kandi or a Samantha factor] [If I described this whore, you'd be sick to your stomach, so I'll save you the trouble. Think of the skinny, scabbed up bitch that you see feigning in some empty alleyway, it'd be this bitch. Hell I call her Paper Bag Bitch] [I could try to ignore her, but it'd be useless. She was like a fucking mosquito buzzing around an open wound. It usually took more than one closed fist to send her home. I wasn't in the mood tonight.] Paper Bag Bitch: "Hey." [She said, itching her neck, scratching off the scabbed skin.] "What the fuck do you want? Find a home." [God I hated this bitch.] Paper Bag Bitch: "Can I have one?" [She asked, this time itching furiously against her neck.] "You got money, bitch?" [She kind of looked down, her broke ass didn't know what to say. I could bet you a thousand dollars right now saying she'd offer up that nasty pussy of hers. Too bad I didn't have a thousand dollars.] "Get the fuck outta here. I'm leaving soon. After I do these myself." [I said, emphasizing on the myself part.] Paper Bag Bitch: "Come on, Stylez, you know we can work out something." [She pleaded, the desperation in her voice was stronger than ever] "Fuck no. You and your nasty pussy need to get out of here now, before I get you out myself." [I said, as I placed the mirror from my legs on to the floor. As she saw this, she tried to make a quick dash to the mirror, but was stopped in her track and planted in to the wall.] [I didn't feel good beating the fuck out of this cunt, but it just worked out that way. She was scum, and apparently so was I. No one cared about her anyways, I was doing her a favor.] [Normally, if it had been any other girl, they would've looked up wide eyed, shocked at the fact I had just thrown her in to a wall full force. But this whore was getting used to it. Made me think she loved the abuse. She attempted to pull herself up and make another frantic dash towards the cocaine, but this time was met with a fist to the mouth. She slumped to the floor, bleeding. I give her credit, she had yet to cry in front of me. This bitch had lived a tough life.] [Haha, like I gave a fuck.] [Grabbing her by the hair, I dragged her to the door and tossed her out. Not without her clawing the shit out my arms, digging in deep enough to draw blood. She screamed bloody murder as if I was gonna kill her. Who knows, maybe down the road I would. I thought it was funny she was screaming more about not getting the cocaine rather than getting the shit kicked out of her.] "Go fuck yourself. Don't come back or I'll kill you. I swear bitch!" [I said, as I tossed her out the door, a small clump of her hair still wrapped around my fingers.] [Before slamming the door in her face, I could hear her last few words.] Paper Bag Bitch: "Fuck you man, you're dead. Hector is gonna fucking kill you. I swear to god you fucking prick!" [She had screamed. I leaned against the door, laughing to myself as I thought about that. Hector would have his throat slit the second he walked in to my door. That was truth.] [Sighing, I walked back in to the tiny, discolored living room. Picking back up the mirror, and holding the straw, I snorted up the first of the three lines.] [Finally. I thought.] *---* "It's funny... but it all came to me in Japan. Where it all started, we came full circle. Together." "Sure... I was wrestling in a fish market. But that's what made me realize. That's where I saw the light. That's where for the first time in years, I understood. Maybe somewhere during the course of the years, I'd forgotten. Maybe somewhere in-between that first ever match in Japan, under the mask of The Dark Spyder, all those years ago... somewhere in-between that humble beginning and the cold winter night in Toronto in November 2006 when I finally became a World Champion... somewhere in that span, I lost something." "It was that night, wrestling in a fish market, wrestling a losing battle to Joe Santiago... there I remembered why I do this thing. Why for over a decade, I've spilled my blood on this canvas, over and over again." "I do it for you." "It was there, in Tokyo, as I read the news that VICE was closing after only one show, that I realized that I'd lost touch with the very thing that made me Johnny Stylez. The very thing that elevated me above all of the rest. The one thing that separated me from the others and allowed me to climb to the top of this business as fast as I did." "I can take credit for none of my successes, because I have achieved none of them alone." "We did all of it, together." "Sure, you've heard all this before. Sure, others step in front of these cameras and tell you that everything they do, they do for the fans. Some of them may even mean it... but I promise you, none of them feel it to the very core of their beings the way I do." "You're my energy, you're my oxygen." "Surprised?" "You should be, because I played the heel role as good as anyone, hell even better then Heath in Dark Night" "See... there are a lot of people in this business who don't understand why, before the cameras even come on each night, I leave the backstage area, dressed to fight, and come into the crowd to sit with the fans. There are people in this industry who don't understand why I sacrifice the glory of a big, elaborate, pyro-laden ramp entrance to simple get up out of my seat with the fans, make my way down through the crowd to the barricade, jump on over and enter the ring. And there are a lot of folks who don't understand why, after every match, win or lose, battered, bloodied... I climb back up over that barricade and go back to my seat, my head held high every time." "Those people didn't understand it in Japan, they didn't understand it in the JWF, they didn't understand it in AWA or BLWA... and those industry insiders won't understand it here in GCW either. But they're not you. They're not the fans. They're not Sex and Violence. You understand. You understand that I'm just like you. I was a wrestling fan long before I ever laced up a pair of boots, I'll be a wrestling fan long after they tell me I just can't do this anymore. Joe may have defeated me in Japan, And Payne may have defeated me at Summerslam but when I needed you, you were there for me. I reached out, and you... your cheers, your support... you lifted me up, just like you always have. We got through it..." "Together." "So this is my pledge to you. Stand by me. A new day is dawning. I'm getting back into forum. I'm getting back a Championship title... The recruitment office for S&V is now officially open, and I swear that with your support, I'll take this thing as far as you want it to go. Old officers of the Army and brand new fans alike, we're back. I can't promise we'll win every match... there are some incredible wrestlers back in that locker room... but I will never give you less than everything I have in the attempt. I will spill my blood, I will break my body, and I will entertain you every step of the way. I will make sure, weather you're here in the arena or home watching on TV... every dime you spend, every second of your time you give to me, I will make sure you get back that value one-hundred fold." "I can't do this without you. I know what we're up against. Mastema was the best stable around, but has since fallen hard, and seems as if Cryptid is left to hold the fort...Alone. Now we've had to start at the very bottom before, we've had to claw our way to the top before. When we came to North America in January 2006, we were being booked in the basement of a sub-par promotion... and we climbed all the way to that glorious night in Toronto when we defeated Crimson Skull and became the JWF World Champion." "We did that. Together. We'll do it again." "The TV Championship." "It’s a simple Championship, A championship I need to move a step closer to my quest to be a Grand Slam Champion. TV Championship, What does it mean? What is the meaning behind me saying the TV Championship? Well, it has many meanings. TV is what you all enjoy me on. Championship is something that no one can get old of, especially when its around my waist! I only have one shoot at this glory" "Sounds simple, yes?" "Retribution is are weekly show with extreme conditions. If I pin any member of Mastema I am crowned the TV Champion. This will also take Cryptid off this high horse he’s been riding for the last few months. I think it’s funny though that he brags and boasts about beating this person and that person but no one calls him cocky. He talks about ‘shutting me up’ and no one dares to call him arrogant or egotistical. Is everyone afraid of Cryptid?" "I’m not." "I don’t fear a single man. But I guess this is where Danni Boy will tell me that I should fear him followed by seven gay jokes and bad puns. So, Danni, please spare the boring diatribe. I don’t even know how the fuck you got into this match. You brag about being in a BIG six man tag-team match but you’ve showed up only once in the last three weeks. Am I the only one to notice that simple fact? You called me out, started this war, and haven't even fired a shot in my direction! So can someone tell me why were investing are time with this kid? I dount the kid is even going to make a lasting effort in this match, I've seen main eventer get dropped for the same shit this kid is pulling!" "I guess not only well I capture the TV Championship, but ill also be the sole reason Danni Boy get's his walking papers." "You don’t have much of anything left do you Danni? You obviously don’t have any sense. No sense to even defend your Brothers Championship. Sucks bro, really does You tossed my name our from your dirty mouth, and have since tasted my boot on two different factors. That's the difference Danni, you see before you throw my name out on the Haunted, I had no idea who or what Mastema was about. I didn't talk or think about any of you, hell I thought Mastema was a bad punk band. I don’t care about a group who isn’t on my level or near it. You’re trash, Danni, and it doesn’t matter anymore, You've already proved it the last two weeks, guess I can't be surprised when you call yourself The Filth." "Another Strike against Mastema" "Danni face the facts bro, You don’t have a leg to stand on, Your last shot before you get kicked down to IZW and your throwing it all away, and your doing it without even taking in Cryptid feelings. After all It's his championship your throwing away." "Throwing it right into my hands!" "Then there’s Derek Rampert. Oh how there is Derek. I can honestly say Derek, you out of all members in Mastema, your the one who should be most ashemed. Your the ring leader, the guy who is supposed to take care of your family, instead you threw it all away. Guess we all can see who's example Danni is following. It’s just so tragic that in your last match here in GCW, you’re going to be brutally embarrassed." "Ill be sure to give you the retirement match you can tell your kids about." "You can share the story with them while your pulling my boot out your ass, or while you extracting whats left of your teeth" "It’s all very, very simple Derek. You don’t get into the ring at Retribution and you can ride off into the sunset as a coward rather then a failure. You steer clear from me and I won’t have to expose you stint in GCW for what it really is...a mediocre, sad, and meaningless career. You’re a disgrace, and I'm glad to see yea go." "Don't let the door hit you on the way out!" "I mean you couldn't think anything less, I mean what have you done in this business? Nothing! I mean nothing worth mentioning. You’ve been in this business as long as I have been, Derek, and possibly longer. What have you done to change anything? I’ll change you though. I’ll change your thought process and I’ll change the way you wrestle. Hell, Derek, if I have to make your career just like everyone else’s then fine." "Just don’t expect me to forget it." "I usually don’t forget many things. I never forget destruction I’ve caused on my path to greatness. "It's freaking great, Here is Mastema (or Was) all ready to beat my ass. Here they were on the front lines to kill GCW's Nazi clan. Now there all fallen back and fallen apart. Just as all of Europe did when faced against the Iron fist of the more Superior Nazi's" "Think of this as a history lesson boy and girls" "Only this time, there is no USA to aid the dieing country men of Mastema!" "Sorry Cryptid, looks like your the General Stanislaw Franciszek Sosabowski of Mastema*" "Now, I know what you’re going to say. ‘We’ve all heard this before’ or 'Who needs a history lesson' and whatever you usually say. So go ahead Cryptid. Say that your going for a perfect 8 and O, it's not like you haven't mentioned it six other times already. Say that you can win this on your own, or that I pay to much attention to Derek and Danni. Say that you’re better than me and how I’ll never be able to beat you. Fact is, Cryptid, I’m not even champion and people are talking about me more than they are you. You think people care that your the TV Champion? Do you think people are paying any attention to your win streak? Not at all bro, the only reason there going to tune in to this match is to see which member of Sex and Violence leaves with the TV Championship." Y"ou don’t find that a bit… sad Cryptid?" "You’re nothing in GCW, Hell you're nothing in Mastema. You've been passed upon on countless times bro, It was Danni who was inside the Chamber at Summerslam, it was Derek who was the front runner for the qulafiyers and not to mention it was Derek who was apart of what some are calling the sleeper match of Summerslam, and what were you doing bro? Barely escaping Hallow Wicked. Hell you say you built the TV Championship up to a higher level but bro, have you looked at the Raitings? You championship defense are the least watched. You've made the TV Championship into the Chip and Beer break of Retribution. Do you honestly think those raitings well stay as low with the Visual Orgasm as its holder?" "Not at all" "But you used to this right Cryptid?" "This is you" "This is what you are, right? You’re just plane old Cryptid, who play's EMO knight for the crowed, but then goes home and lives the 'Leave it to beaver' Life. That's who you are...A hypocrite." "And that's the main reason, That is exactly what is killing the TV Division. That is the main reason why the division is shaking with you at the top. You don’t have any charisma, excitement, or confidence. You go and give the ‘fans’ the fight of your life and you walk away with another win over a meaningless foe. I’ve been telling you this for weeks and you don’t want to hear it. I’ve been telling you all week that you don’t have the skill to face and defeat Sex and Violence with out you're 'family' with you. I’ve been telling you all week that when the smoke clears and I’m the one standing with the TV championship in my hands this Division will be higher regarded, almost as high as World Championship. The war that was started by the ruler will be ended by the ruler." "All I have to do is pull the trigger." "After Retribution, I will hand you, your first defeat and I will bring glory to the TV Championship." "My name will be known with this championship." "Eddie Guerrero" "Ric Flair" "Greg Valentine" "Rick Steamboat" "Roddy Piper" "Dusty Rhodes" "Arn Anderson" "Chris Benoit" "AND AFTER RETRIBUTION" "JOHNNY STYLEZ" --FIN-- *General Stanislaw Franciszek Sosabowski was a general for Poland but was taken down by the Nazi's* |