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Actually, no, I don’t want her to have the children yet. My wife, Samantha, is set to have triplets. Three girls. You can only imagine how excited that makes me. Shit, I didn’t want one child let alone three. I take a step outside my London home and take a deep breath. Ever since I return to HIW things have been different. I mean, I don’t need a job to support my wife and children. I don’t need a job to make anyone happy. I need a job so I can do something. Living with a pregnant woman for months isn’t something that is very exciting. It’s constant complaining, constant shopping for baby clothes, and constant hearing her girlfriends get excited because she’s having a baby. That, and Lisa won’t drive anywhere. So guess who gets to drive her everywhere? Yeah, I bet you guessed that one too. I get in my Lexus and back up out of the drive way as I see my wife open the front door and I stop at a halt. I fix my hoodie as I peer my head out of the window. “Yeah?” “I don’t want them anymore. I found something else here that I can eat” She says and I glare at her. I put the car in drive and pull back into the driveway and get out of the car. “Are you mad?” She asks me as I brush past her. “Yeah, Sam, I am. I’m tired of either going out to get you something or going out and you telling me you don’t need it” I snap at her and she places her hands on her hip. You can see the anger in her eyes. “Well I’m so sorry that you got my pregnant. I’m so sorry that I need certain things. When we got married you promised to love me till death do us part.” “Yeah, love. I didn’t promise to go get you shit when you were pregnant.” “That’s a part of love, Johnny. I just wish you were more relaxed about it. Just think, babe, in a few months we will have three little ones to take care of” She says and I roll my eyes. I take off my hoodie to reveal one of my older ‘I Love SBK’ shirts. Sam follows me into the kitchen, continually talking about how I need to me more loving. “Samantha, I know what love is. How long have we been together? Since college? That was what, 12 years ago? I know what love is. I know that I love you. But it gets annoying. I do it because I love you. Don’t think that I don’t do it for love. I do all of this for love. Sometimes I just wish you would lighten the fuck up” I reply and I turn to look at her but she gives me a blank stare. She sighs and walks behind me as I grab a beer from the fridge. “So, what’s for dinner?” “I don’t know. What are you going to make?” Samantha replies as she makes her way into the living room and takes a seat. I stare at her and shake my head. I take another drink from my beer and make my way down to the basement. Here I don’t have to listen to her bitch. Two more months. Two more months until Hell really begins. I need a vacation before Vital Signs * - * - * - * How many times do we have to go through this Matt? I've already proven that you're not dedicated enough to this business to even stand a chance in the ring with me. Not to mention that this time you've just bridged out your business and are spending all of your time on it. You were barely able to focus the last two times that we faced off, and now, it will be even less. Come on Matt, why don't you just do what both of us know is right. Quit, and focus on what really matters to you. Your money. I know that you're barely making any money in HIW isn‘t that the reason you also signed to PWR? For the need of more funds, the need for more funds to spoil your current flavor of the month you got there. So, tell me something. Why are you really here Matt? To win the HIW Elite Championship? Not good enough. That's a dream that every six year old with your emotional disposition has. Look into the mirror, and tell me what you see. I want to know what makes you risk everything in that ring week in and week out. There's nothing that you can find in HIW and not somewhere else. Do you want to know why I think you're here? I think that you see this company as nothing more then a game that you want to manipulate. You want what every man in your financial position wants. Power. You came here thinking that you could buy your way into the grand scheme of things, and in a way, you have. You are in charge of all the sponsors HIW has, at least for the moment. You can stand toe to toe with any of the hacks in the locker room that rely on everything but real wrestling skill to get by. But people like me are your Achilles tendon. The people who are true students of the sport. Those who don't wrestle because they're good at it, but simply because it makes them happy. The people that have fought their entire life to be where they are today, and take every match as seriously as a championship match. We are the ones who best you every time, because we have something that you will never be able to break or buy. Determination and will. This week will be no different then the other two times we have faced Matt. You will be on the losing end, watching your competitor's hand being raised in victory. I represent everything that you can never become, and that is why you stand no chance in this match. Like it, love it, and you better learn to live with it, because nothing is going to change it. I will be the one that moves on to Enigma as Elite Champion. You on the other hand? Heh, maybe you'll be lucky enough to get a shot for one of Azula‘s championships. That is, if you even make it that far. When you're sore, you show it. When you can barely walk, you cry about it. You wear your injuries on your sleeve, and yet you expect no one to say a thing about them. We've all seen the beatings that you've taken at the hands of those who have mercilessly fallen at my feet. That's the real difference between me and you Matt. I choose not to feel the pain. You'll find soon that for me, sanctity's only a breath away. * - - * - - * Hawaii. It’s a place I’ve never been before. It’s a long way from London, that’s for sure. A long way from home. A long way from my wife who is, currently, still upset with me. It’s a long way from being anywhere near fatherhood. I love Hawaii. I peer outside my hotel room window sitting comfortably in my sweats and an ‘Champion’ t-shirt from my old JWF days. The sky emits a shade of anger and I just smirk. Just what I need. I open up my Mac and see my wife on my desktop. She’s sitting down in a chair, smiling and it makes me smile. I hate Hawaii. It’s about time to get dressed. I don’t know what I have planned for today but it involves eating some of Hawaii’s finest foods and working out. I open up iTunes and double click on ‘Dey Know’ by Shorty Lo and the bass rattles the table it’s sitting on. Ah, this is nice. I take off my shirt and walk into the bathroom. I look at my chest and see all the scars that cover it. There is one on my chest that I got in a match a few years ago. I run my hand over it and feel the indent on my fingers. “Big ups… to all my HATERS!” I yell with the song. I slip off my sweats to reveal my boxers and then slip my jeans on over it. I grab my red print t-shirt from out of my bag. I slip it on as I hear Ne-Yo come over my phone. There’s only one person in the entire world that has that ringer. I walk over to my laptop and pause the song and flip open my phone. “Hey baby.” “Hey Johnny. How’s Hawaii?” “It’s… weird. It’s not really anything exciting. How’s everything back home?” “Good. I’ve been bored so I went shopping and spent a lot of money on baby things” She says and I just sigh. It’s been this way for months. How much stuff do three babies need? “Alright, that’s fine. Miss me?” “Yeah. A lot. Look, I know you left on a bad note with me but I understand where you are coming from. I’ll try and be less needy” She says as I slip on my white high tops. “Well thanks. I’m sure you don’t have to. I was just venting. I guess it was me getting back in the ring after not being in a company for months. It got to me.” “Yeah, well you’re doing what you love so that’s all that matters.” “Not really. I’m not doing you right now” I reply. She giggles as I turn the knob on the door. “Well, what do you have planned for today?” “Eat some food. Run and work out. That’s about it?” “Nothing else? No massages? No shopping?” “Nah, I can get a massage when I get home for free. But I might go shopping. I might find some new shit here” I say as I take my Jeremy Scott sunglasses from my pocket and put them over my eyes. “Well, you be careful. Have a good day sweetheart.” “You too. Love you” I reply and I hear her hang up the phone. Walking out on the streets I take in a deep breath and smirk. It’s a love/hate relationship. * - - - - * - - - - * Wow. Once again, Mattie boy is running his mouth about shit that he truly doesn't understand. Let's make one thing clear it doesn’t matter if you end up banging the Playboy twins. It doesn’t matter if you pay all the bills for Wheeler off. Your still going to end up on the short end of the stick. You can become the charitable fella, or the role of lover. A role I made famous. Those things can’t help you come Vital Signs, fuck Santa can’t save you from yet another heart breaker. In the last two matches you've been in that involved me or the Elite Championship, you've lost. So no, you don't belong here. You don't deserve the opportunity that has been placed at your feet. Like it, love it, learn to live with it. You don't belong in the same ring with me Matt. You never have, and you never will. This week will be nothing more than me beating that fact into your thick skull for the 3rd straight time. You will not stand in the way of my Saga. After this match is over, you'll be lucky if I leave you enough muscle function to stand period. I have been unbeaten for... oh I don't know, a month ago. My victim list includes yourself TWICE, Bobby Azula Once. Not to mention the victory over Dari Wheeler. That's a total of 4 champions, all destroyed by me in the last month. By the way, people can't hear capitalization and italics Matt. I know that you like to confuse people so they don't question you, but it's not going to work here. If you want to put emphasis on something, use your voice. See, that's why I don't get into intellectual arguments with stupid motherfuckers like you Matt. You just simply drag people down to your level of intelligence, and then beat them with experience. Your comeback tour hits another speed bump. I am the eternal cure for the eternal bastard that is yourself. Each and every time that you will ever step into the ring with me, you will lose. It is inevitable. You may not want the sun to rise, but you cannot stop it from happening. And if you spend to much time staring at the spark of greatness that it produces, you will go blind. Prepare to get burnt again Matt. This Monday will be the continuation of you being tossed further down the downward spiral that you've been tumbling down since the first time we opposed each other. Welcome home to my reality. You may be the dealer, but I am your supplier. I sit high on my throne, and send you out into the streets to deal with all of the hacks that need their fix. How does it feel to be my bitch Matt? --FIN-- |