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Piece Of Mind
..:: For once I finally gotten what I wished for on Christmas ::.. ..:: Since I returned Deka couldn’t stand the sight of me. Always trying to make my life a living hell. I become the first Elite Champion, Deka books me against Matt. I defeat Matt to become a Two time Elite champion, Deka books me in a clusterfuck for my championship. I finally spoil his plans of getting the Elite championship around the waist of Matt and his next plan…Get in the ring with me? ::.. The night time has always been my favorite time of the day. It’s the time for relaxation and the time for sleep. I love sleep, I have to tell you. The moon shines through my curtains in my room as I lie next to my beautiful wife. Her stomach seems to get bigger and bigger by the day. It’s turning out to be a better feeling than I thought. I thought I was going to hate fatherhood but I don’t think I will. I might actually enjoy it. Samantha’s relaxing in a pair of sweat pants and a pink shirt. I put my hands behind my head and she puts her hand on my bare chest. I look into her eyes and smirk and for a second I forget about all the fighting we’ve been doing the past couple of days. “You like all that?” I say as her hand reaches my stomach. I’ve tightened it up over the last few months. I had to be in tip top shape if I planned on keeping this Championship. “Yeah, I do. If I could, Johnny, I would. But give me two months and I’m all yours” She says with a smile. I sigh because I know it will be much longer than that. It could be six months at best. So, I guess, I’m not being optimistic. I take her hand off my stomach and I put my hand on hers. “Are they kicking?” “Um… not that I can feel. It’s crazy when they kick.” “They’re trying to get out, Sam. They want to torture me” I say with a smile and she shakes her head. “You’re never going to be ready to be a father, are you?” “I have no choice, eh?” “True” She says and I just laugh. “Are you ready to be a mother?” I ask out of no where and she shoots me a look. She chuckles a forced chuckle before she answers. “Of course I am. I…” “Are you just saying that or are you really ready? You don’t have to lie to me babe” I see her eyes look over at the television and she tries to grab the remote but I grab her hand before she can get to it. She knows I’m quicker than she is. “Answer the question Sam.” “I think I am” She replies and coughs. I keep my hand on her stomach and I think I’m going to keep prodding her for answers. “You think? I know you were ready for one but three? That’s three times the work, Sam.” “Yeah, and?” “And? You don’t know what that’s like. I had to change Eric’s diapers and shit and I was nine. Back then it was a chore. I’m thirty now, Sam. You’re 27. You’re going to have problems and you know it” She looks at me and tears start to fall. I keep my hand on her stomach and she wipes her eyes. “I don’t know if I’m ready. I don’t know if I can be a good mother. After my parents were such terrible parents I don’t want to be like them. I just don’t. God bless my mother but my father was never there. My mother had to take care of four of us by herself. And since I was the youngest I got the least treatment” She says through a flow of tears. I look her in her eyes and wipe tears from her eyes. “That’s where you can be better than them. You can show them that you’re the better person and that our children will be better than they ever imagined. You know I despise your father and I’m ready to show him that I can be a great father and that you can be a great mother. I know you can be a great mother. You have nothing to worry about, babe. I just want you to realize it is going to be a great deal of hard work and I don’t know if you know that or not” I say and she smiles at me through the river she’s releasing. I smile back before she grabs my hand that still rests on her stomach. “Do you feel that? They’re kicking” She says and I feel their tiny feet hit against my big hand. I smile before leaning in to give my wife a passionate kiss. “I love you Samantha.” “I love you too Johnny” She says and I turn off the lights and she snuggles close to me as the moon watches our passion through the curtains. * - - - - * - - - - * What is more important? Gold or God? A simple question posed by one Matt Marvel. A man who, three times, has failed to get the better of both. Matt, let me ask you a question. Have you beaten God? Have you captured God? What’s the answer to that? No. Not a chance. See, Matt, you’re too bullheaded to understand where you falter. You’re too bullheaded to realize that every single time we enter the ring you lose. Every. Single. Time. There’s no sometimes with you and I. There is no gray area. There is black and white. Do you get it now? You’re right. I am out for myself. I’m also out for victories and wins over people like you. I’m also out for ending people like you and showing that you’re nothing but wasted sperm. So you keep thinking that you’re the real top star around here. What are you doing this week? Playing Tag-Team Padi cake while I‘m doing what I do best... Main Eventing I still have yet to answer your question. What is more important: Gold or God? Well, Matt, I can answer that one for you. God is more important. Why? Because wherever God goes … gold follows. Much like Deka. Seriously, man, do you have a man crush on me? Every time I turn around I see you standing there breathing heavy in a corner. Most of the time I’m afraid you’re going to rape me when I’m not looking. I’m not like that, Deka. So you‘re finally given up on the hope of Matt knocking me off my high horse and your finally going to get your hands dirty. How convenient for you. How convenient that every time I’m about to make a statement you come out. It’s jealous more than anything Deka. You, much like your earn boy Matt, are jealous of The Suicide King. Go on. Admit it while wearing my t-shirt. Deka, you’re walking mediocrity. What you fail to realize is I bring in viewers to HIW. Your trying to kill the only main draw HIW has left. Did you see the flash bulbs going off when The S Factor and SBK stood side by side? That shit is Money Son. And now your ready to enter the ring with the Champ? Trying to throw your weight around inside the ring. Will Deka, once you step into the ring your General Manager status means Jack shit, Once you punch that Main Event ticket, you got no power over me. Your just another faceless challenge. Do you see what I’m getting at Deka? You’re nothing to me. You’ll be just another victory in my career. Then you can finally shut up about me never beating you. And maybe you can go sniff the ass of someone else and leave me alone When was the last time you had a match Deka? When was the last time you stepped into the ring and did something physically? Vital Signs October 27th was it, Deka. You’re going to think that me fighting every week in brutal matches with your Anal Plug Matt Marvel is going to give you the upper hand? Did you not see what I did to the kid, a week after making Matt submit with the Lockout? This is my chance to end you and this Bromance you got going for me which is the one thing separating you from retirement. Fear disaster. Fear Violence. Fear God. The only thing that would stop me from walking out of Vital Signs with another victory is you taking the some sort of sharp object and slitting my throat. Unfortunately for you that won’t happen. I doubt you’ll even make out of Vital Signs without repercussions. So, Deka, you’ve made your move. This week I’ll make mine. Vital Signs is game. Are Match will be set. And SBK being declared the Best in the land of High Impact will be match. Enjoy the rest of your week --FIN-- |