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The Whispers in the Dark
“Fucking GREAT as always.” He said as a sly smile crept over his face. Sometimes the confidence was overwhelming. He cruised through the streets as he attempted to rap along with Weezy, poorly of course; he belonged in a ring not a booth. Tonight was going to be big; he was picking up Jada a old flame in what should’ve been fifteen minutes. He was going to be fashionably late. He arrived at her apartment with thirty seconds to spare, thank god to the V12 engine. SBK had some pretty cool toys; best money could buy. He killed the engine and got out of the convertible, straightening the black tie over his gray dress shirt. He would’ve gone with the entire suit, coat and all, but he felt like being different so he stuck with just the crème colored pants. As he swaggered to the door Jada met him, and his eyes nearly bugged out of his head with the first sight. “Just in time” Jada said, pulling her Louis Vuitton bag up onto her shoulder. She walked towards SBK’s car, her gold sequin mini dancing in the sunlight. As Jada stood at the door of the car, she gave SBK the once over before squinting up into his face. “Nice tie” She said, giving it a little flip. SBK chuckled as he opened the door. Jada slid into the seat like she was made for the car. SBK tossed his keys up into the air and caught them as he made his way around to the driver’s side. He climbed in to the car and looked over Jada for about the eighth time, smiling again as he worked his way back up to her face. “You look amazing” He cooed as he continued to smile at her. “How do you feel about French tonight? Maybe a little too cliché?” He asked as he laughed at himself. There weren’t any thoughts about Samantha today, or right now, and it made his smile even bigger. He hadn’t done this in a while, he was to busy being the perfect husband This will be nice, he thought, or at least he hoped so. French sounds great Jada replied, returning SBK smile before flipping down the sun visor, and examining her hair in the mirror. With a few scrunches to the bottom, she flipped the visor back into position and turned to look at SBK again as he revved up the engine. She slowly placed her hand on top of his as he spun out of the driveway. The warm air breezed by each of their faces as the car raced along the highway. The twenty-five minute drive felt like ten, as they talked and laughed with each other, reacquainting themselves. As they approached the restaurant, SBK pulled up to the valet and dished off the keys, escorting Jada out of the car and through the entrance. “Johnny Styles.” SBK said to the young man standing at the podium by the entrance. “Ah, yes Mr. Styles, right this way.” The man said as he ushered the couple along in to the dining area. He led them to a secluded corner table; already lit candles littered the table. Jada was sat first, followed by SBK. They thanked the host, after he proceeded to tell them the waitress would be right with them. “So Mrs. Rien, ever been to London?” SBK said, smirking again. “Um, it's still MISS Rien. Unlike you…I never remarried after are little fling . . . Yet that is.” She replied, winking as they both laughed in unison. “And to answer your question, yes, I've been to London before. Other then LA, it's one of my favorite places to be.” Jada looked down, fiddling with her silverware as SBK simply smiled. She looked up, and laughed a little before tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ears. “So, I must say, Mr. Styles, this is quite the restaurant, better then anything we went to when we were a item. How did you ever come across it?” “This place, oh, it’s just a hole in the wall.” SBK winked after he stopped speaking. “Seriously though, if you want good Italian, this is it. The owner’s a personal acquaintance. Not meaning to brag of course.” He finished, with a smirk. “So what made you decide to actually agree to this with me? Didn’t we try this once already?” SBK smiled as he took a sip of his wine, never taking his eyes off the attractive woman before him. He’d say he liked her so far always have, but that’d be an understatement, and of course he couldn’t admit it. He was determined to play it cool. Whoa, for a minute there he forgot who he was, and he laughed. Jada kept SBK’s gaze for a moment before looking down again, letting a little giggle out as she began to speak. “Well, to be honest, Johnny, I've never really gotten over you, I'm embarrassed to say but when we went are different ways, I’ve became a school girl again. Dreaming about her one love who got away.” Jada blushed as she took a sip of her wine. She swallowed as she put her glass down, and looked deeply into Styles eyes once again. “I've always been fascinated by you, even in the darker times. I was surprised you even took my calls. Thought a night like this wasn‘t to happen. I mean a father…A husband. So what I should be asking YOU, is why did you ask me out?” Styles laughed for a second, and then shook his head in playful astonishment. “You know, you almost fooled me with that act right there. As if you don’t see yourself in the mirror every morning.” He joked, as he continued to smile. “Besides, I’m golden anytime I want a Pepsi.” He said, and then thought about how corny that line actually was. He’d kick himself if she couldn’t see it. “I am pretty amazing though… elaborate on that one for me” He joked as he took another sip from his wine. “You always interested me even during the darker times, I’d enjoy to see where this leads, As for your amazing-ness, well…we'll just have to wait and see how amazing you are. But I'm really glad we're doing this…again. I'm loving getting to know you all over.” SBK returned Jada's smile as the waitress made her way over to them. She quickly took their order, and made her way to back to place it. As she walked away, Jada slid her foot out of one of her Gucci shoes, and began rub her foot against the inside of Styles calf. Nothing higher then his knee, but barely even going that high. They continued to smile and make small talk as the waitress came back with their orders. “Bon a petit” He said as Jada unfolded her napkin, placing it on her lap. The meal came and went, each of them lost in the other. They say love at first sight is amazing, who the fuck knows. That wasn’t how it was; at least it wasn’t that simply explained. They enjoyed each other’s company, they could tolerate one another through the dinner, and finally, they were physically attracted. Check, check, and check. Dinner went amazing, as corny as it could sound. Styles had accomplished being a gentleman the entire night. No g-strings, lap dances or after market pussy. He actually smiled as he drove her home, thinking about how perfectly the night went. He liked bosomed blondes anyways; it was an all around win. As he strode to his front door, he casually swung open his door and was met by one of his housekeepers. She stood before him, her eyes wide, glassed over as if she had been crying. “What is it?” SBK said sternly, the sensation of panic stirring within his gut. “I asked what the fuck is going on, Maria?!” This time he demanded and the woman bowed her head before delivering the only sense she could make of the situation. “Sam…She’s…She’s…Johnny, Samantha’s dead.” She stated, as the nanny wheeled the triplets into the room. Their eyes were swollen, and their faces flushed. The shattering sound of something hitting the floor was the last thing he remembered; then everything became numb. 
This couldn’t be happening. I was riding a high that seemed like would never end. DOA has come so far, so fast. The thrill of being the Bad Guy was one I’ve sucked up over the last few weeks. But all that has been changed to sorrow. Sam’s dead. Those words just didn’t comprehend to me. Bobby Azula, you pride yourself about being a man of reason. A man of faith. Tell me Bobby what kind of god would put his own ‘children’ through this kind of pain, The pain of death? What kind of father would kill there own creation? Tell me Bobby. Because this very moment, I think all this holy mambo jumbo bullshit is just that… Bullshit! You believe your little stunt at the end of Vital signs last week, gave you some sort of edge. Bobby I’m not your every day Johnny Styles. I’m not the SBK that has a spotless record when ever your opposite of the ring. This is the SBK that has lost EVERYTHING! A broken man, who would love nothing better then to pass on the feeling of hurt. Add the motive for revenge to the factor and simply put Bobby Your Fucked The Modern Marvels, is that the name for you three merry bunch of dingleberrie picking outcast. Fighting to be the hero in a world that has none. The word hero has no merit in the real world. This isn‘t some major DC comic motion picture. This is a war plain and simple. The longer the image of your antics at Vital Signs played through my head I couldn’t help but smile. You see Bobby the whispers in the dark don’t lie they are the speakers of truth as am I. So the more the image burned in my mind, I heard the whispers of why you did it. This cure of yours isn’t working and you’re starting to realize that and it worries both you, Matt, and your brand new lap dog Dragon. The castle that you seem to have envisioned where the Modern Marvels are the rulers, and Matt is the king. That place where you feel nothing can touch you or influence change to the status quo as it were is starting to crumble. You look around and see that nothing you have done has truly mattered which is why you stick to fighting the good fight, even though the word Good no longer carries any weight with it. Anything to detract from the voices that tell you, Bobby that the time of playing hero, as I’m sure you’d call it for both the Modern Marvels and yourself is coming to an end. I see it and so do a lot of other people. You know it and I know it, so you lashing out last week locking me in the crucifix shows just how far you have sunk – Sure all of that can be claimed to be ‘payback’ for what we had started. That’s a nice story but I don’t buy into it. The truth is your actions specifically against me where done as a vein attempt to take me off my game and show that if DOA wants a war we’ve got one. Right, that’s how I’m sure you’ll justify it. Of course, Bobby that would be one big load of bullshit. You snapped last week because that whisper in you’re head finally was loud enough to shout over the mind numbing pain pills and the bible study bullshit and finally got through, you finally realized that for all the hope that you hold has been built on a plain of salt. I find it cute how Dragon came to your aid. Guess the pressure of being the Barely Legal champion is finally catching up to Dragon. Wasn’t it just last month you two were feuding? Wasn’t it just two weeks ago when Dragon handed you your ass Bobby? And out of the blue everything is forgiven. The bad blood that lasted a month is mopped up and a new day has come. Starting to think the theme of Modern Marvels is Bullshit I for one don’t believe the blood has been cleaned up, rather pushed into a corner. And sooner or later Dragon, your going to look at Azula and see a prick that has caused you nothing but pain. Your going to look at Bobby and see a false preacher. Man of god or not, I can promise if given the opportunity that SOB would jump at the chance to stab you in the back and take that shinny championship from your waist. Everything any preacher, or prophet preaches, tends to mean jack shit. Just false promises trying to convice a broke soul to join there cause. Is that what you are Dragon? A broken man? See Purcell and myself see a man with determination, and drive. Where Matt and Bobby see a even playing grounds. Purcell and myself see you as becoming there puppet. Is that what you are Dragon…A puppet with a championship? 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. Dragon do me a favor, 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 cloud that has been passed into your face by Bobby and Matt for a second and pay attention, you Dragon 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 HIW but you haven’t beaten me and lately your opponents haven’t exactly been top of the line, Jobbers are what they are, now I know you’ll disagree but hey that’s cool – you always have to look tough and hard cause that’s how Double D rolls right? whatever. You are the same as everyone else Dragon, the same as Bobby, the same as Matt, and deep down I’m sure you can’t stand that, so that’s why you preach about how great you are and how important the move for you to pick a side is. 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 to get a push. I am one of the greatest in this industry today. It’s just a matter of time now Dragon, this is the week where your push comes back to kick you in the ass. It’s not like the Barely Legal belt has meant anything since the death of BLWA. Dragon, and Bobby, this week you will be forced to hear that whisper that tells you for all you believe you accomplished you two are fighting a losing battle. DOA is here, and the bricks that makes up Modern day Marvels or whatever you calling yourselves are beginning to come apart. All of your false heroics are pointless nothing you really set out to do pays off Bobby and this will be another one of those situations. After all for a cure your pretty pathetic, DOA is stronger than. Face it Bobby, Dragon and even Matt your band of misfits is pathetic and isn’t needed in the HIW. The HIW and DOA doesn’t need a cure, because we don’t have a problem that needs curing. The only thing that is harming the HIW from progress is you three. Ironic isn’t it Bobby that the things you set out to do in order to save HIW is the very thing that is making it a cesspool. Your entire band of hero’s 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 Marvel kingdom that you seem to believe rules over HIW 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 week your world comes crashing back down to reality with a vicious End Result as Purcell and I do the HIW a favor not because I care about anyone else but DOA, 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 three. It’s a fitting end that both you and all of these self-righteous people watching both live in the arena on Monday and at home will justly deserve. -- FIN -- |