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There comes a time in every man’s life where he has to understand that this world was built for him. Everything was built for that one man. And, in turn, everything will fall for that one man. The things he thought he knew were all illusions on a path to understanding why everything was built for him. For the first time in that man’s life, he will be afraid. He will never admit to such a feeling but he will be afraid. Afraid for his sanity, his wellbeing, and the love he has for others. Does he love them? Is he sane? Is he well? People don’t understand my struggle. People don’t understand why I am who I am. I am Johnny Styles. The Fucking Best. This is my story. Prelude -- In Regards To Myself A ray of light shines through my window and hits my face with intentions. I turn in my bed and drape my arm over what I think is my gorgeous wife but, in fact, it is a large pillow. My arm indents itself within it and my eyes open up. It’s really, really early in the morning and I don’t know why I’m up. Am I supposed to do something today? I’m not quite sure. I don’t know where Sam is until my nose catches a whiff of cooking bacon. It’s time to get up. I pull the covers off of my body and I sit on the edge of my bed in a pair of boxers and a white tank top. I place my feet inside my black slippers as I head out of my bedroom and walk lackadaisically downstairs and into the kitchen. Inside, I see my beautiful, pregnant, wife Sam watching the morning news on the television. “Hey there” I say and place my arms around her waist. I rub her stomach a few times and I can hear her giggle. “Did you have a good night?” Samantha: “I did, I did. Did you?” she presents me this question and I just smile and kiss her neck. “I sure did” I say before sitting down at our breakfast bar and grab my phone. Three missed calls… surely they can’t be from the same person. Mom… Mom… Mom. We just left. What does she want now? Samantha: “Oh, your mom called a bunch of times” Sam said as she scrambles my eggs the way I like them. “Yeah, I saw. Why is she still calling here?” Samantha: “Maybe she misses you” Sam suggests and I just shrug my shoulders. Sam slides a glass of orange juice over to me and I grab it, the condensation gripping my fingerprints. I take a drink of it and smile. Everything seems to be going well today. I look over at the clock and I don’t see any numbers. A blur of red covers the numbers and I continue to smile. Samantha: “What are we doing today?” Sam asks and I take another drink of my juice and look at her. “Well, I had planned a special day for the two of us, since we don’t get those anymore. Does that sound good?” Samantha: “That sounds amazing” she says as she slides the plate of scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast over my way. She looks at me with another smile and places the skillet into the sink. I take a bite of my eggs and toast and look up at my wife. She holds a large butcher knife pointed in my direction. I feel a strange feeling in my stomach and she smiles a twisted smile. “What… what are you doing?” Samantha: “Are you enjoying your breakfast?” she says and walks closer towards me with the knife. My hand starts to shake and I grasp my throat with one hand and hold my other hand out to stop her. Samantha: “I love you” she says before she lunges at me with the knife in her hand. She stops right before my throat and her face starts to melt slowly until I see nothing but bones. Her skin and blood falls into my breakfast and my hand holding my throat goes numb. It slowly falls to my side and tears made of blood fall from my eyes. “Why?” Samantha: “I love you” was all she repeated as she ran the blade across my throat. I can see the blood drip onto my white tank top and my head falls face first into my breakfast. I can still hear her saying ‘I love you’ Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! And step outside your box Wake up! I jolt forward in my bed in a cold sweat. I grab my neck and feel my face hoping everything was still in tact. I feel my white tank top and there’s no blood. The dampness of it is from the sweat. I look over and I see the covers on her side pulled back and I hear her brushing her teeth in the bathroom. I get out of the bed slowly and walk into the bathroom and see her skin is still on her face. I put my hand on her face and her eyes become quizzical and I just look at her. Samantha: “You okay?” she says and my throat is too dry to respond. I move my hand from her face and she washes out her mouth. Samantha: “You need to get dressed. We have to meet Dr. Andrews in a few hours.” “Dr. Andrews?” Samantha: “The marriage counselor? Remember, we talked about it and we said it would be best if we did this before we had the children?” she says and I remember. I take off my white tank top and my boxers and I hop into the shower. I turn on the shower and stand under it for a few minutes trying to make sense of everything. This is just the beginning. How could I jump back into the game so soon, It wasnt that long ago that I was loving the life, Loving the right to be called Champion. But that all ended when I left GCW. I became a lover, a rock for my wife. And I told her I was done... But She had to know this was coming It was my Faith to return *** “Hey there Tristianna, Remember me I was the fucking world champion while you were opening shows. You think you impress the likes of me because you beat Danni in a coma pit match? While you were playing knock out I was headline four straight Pay-Per-Views.” “There’s a reason we never meet inside the ring before today and that reason is simple, you’re a mid carder, and I’m the main draw. Were not supposed to meet each other inside the ring. But I suppose you think I’m wrong right, I suppose you believe IZW take 2 is your time to finally break into the main stream. Yea that would be like saying George Bush well be re-elected in November.” “It Just can’t happen” “Ok it could have happened, but now that I’ve signed with IZW that dream of yours, you know the one with you being a somebody rather then eye candy has just became permanent as a dream. Why do you think IZW offered me a contract? Trident knows the type of money I bring into a company, he watched as I brought GCW to new heights. He also watched as GCW went crashing down when I wasn’t champion.” “I was something in this business before anyone knew who the fuck you were TT. You came crawling to where I was wrestling. You came flocking to where SBK was. Why? You know deep down in your stomach that I will always be better than you. You know that even though you’ve been TV champion, Tag-team Champion, how many world titles have you won?” “I’ve won five.” “You would think that someone one of your skill level would think before throwing out meaningless championships.” “I will ask the question again. Do I know you? Who do you think you are running on my turf and claiming to be the greatest thing here? Do I know you? Who are you Taylor? You haven’t done anything since beating Danni and now you think I owe you something? I do owe you something though. I owe you a swift kick in the ass. I owe you the mat and I owe you the right to look up at the house lights when you’re flat on your back. I will owe you a beating that has been in the works since GCW. A beating you’ve been waiting for Trist” “An absolutely destructive beating.” “Call me Pee Wee Herman because the word of the day has just became absolutely’. When I ‘absolutely’ destroy you and I ‘absolutely’ end all hopes you had of being the ‘main event’ and I absolutely show you how things are done in the big leagues of IZW. It will all be spread when I spread your brains across the mat like mustard. It will all be spread when the epidemic of SBK paints the canvas with your blood. You can all then call me Jackson Pollock. And I will give my last hurrah when I show you what fighting a champion feels like Then what will you do Trist? What will you do when I once again take your spotlight and make it shine ten folds brighter on me? What will you do when your words are the only thing you have in the war? What will you do when you realize that everything you’ve said means nothing? Exactly, Trist, you’ll shut your damn mouth and fear god like everyone else.” “I’m the only one that matters in this promotion, Trident is banking on me to bring this place to the level of GCW. You’ll see that when I blow right past you, Trist, on my way to yet another victory. Then you can dive back into the shallow end of the pool. Then you can go back to rooting for Robb Resurrektion who will do more than you can ever imagine. Then you can go back to looking up at your ruler, your god, your Master” “It will be a view you’re most comfortable with.” “This isn’t just a match, Trist. You should know that by now. I’m after blood. I’m after your throat and I’m after your dignity. I’m after your hopes and dreams and once I defeat you… Trident will finally understand that you are nothing to me Trist. They will finally understand that the only reason you have had success in GCW is because you stayed away from me. I built you here and I will crush you here. The ruler will kill what the ruler started.” “I carry all the bullets.” “One shot at a time I will bring you down slowly. With each shot will be a slow and painful shot. One to each kneecap, one to each arm, one to your legs and I will hold the gun to your head. You will then be forced to watch as your stock here in IZW crashes as if it was the Dow Jones. You will be forced to watch yourself fall deeper into the mid-card. You will be forced to watch your own body seep the mat with blood as you slowly rot away. You could have prevented this Trist. If you never would have stepped foot into my path, I would have never had to expose you as the talent less bitch that you are. You brought this upon yourself. You brought this upon everyone who supports you, you even brought this on Lucifer. You brought this upon IZW. Your time is ticking Trist. Your week of ‘fame’ is about to be put to an end when I take back my spotlight. Johnny Styles is IZW. Three letters that mean so much.” “Three seconds before I can save the world…” “Three Seconds before I can save IZW from the same faith of GCW” Pull yourself together Pull yourself together, man Pull yourself together Pull yourself together |