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Words that spell Silence
..:: Mind games. ::.. ..:: Mind games are my specialty. I wouldn’t be SBK if they weren’t. I wouldn’t have be thrilled to reform DoA. I wouldn’t have what it takes to stay Elite Champion ::.. ..:: This is my story. ::.. Well, since the ‘Baby Incident’, Samantha hasn’t said a word to me. I came home after last weeks Vital Signs and she didn’t say a word. She usually takes a look at my stitches and asks me how everything went and if everything went accordingly. She knows the business. She knows how it is backstage. This time? Nothing. I rest on our couch as I try and get rid of this headache that’s been haunting me for the past couple days. Samantha remains upstairs going through baby things and talking to her friends who are always over. There’s pro basketball to be watched and I’m already thrilled at the success of the Cavs. 22 - 0 at home. Making home court officially an advantage. Sam makes her way down the steps with Jennifer, one of her girlfriends, and this gay guy she always talks to. I think it’s her fashion designer or something. I’m not really sure. She kind of just spends money. A limited amount of money, though. She can’t be spending all my cash. Jennifer looks over at me and presents a scowl and I shake my head and lie back, trying to prevent the headache from getting worse. “He’s in a bad mood huh?” I hear Jennifer say and Samantha and the guy just chuckle. “Yeah, you would be too if you have to defend you championship against a cock sucker Ive defeated four times over. And on top of that I have no pull on who the ref is going to be. So, excuse me for being a little pissed” I reply and she laughs and stands with her hands on her hips. “Oh, you mean in the sport of illusion? You mean in that fake wrestling you do?” She retorts and I stand up from my comfortable position and walk over to her. Her smart ass look turns to immediate fear as I point to everything she is standing in. I point to the different pictures on the wall, from brutal matches, from injuries of the past “You see these? Do you know what I go through to give support for Sam? Do you know what I go through to be the top dog in my industry? If you did, you wouldn’t say shit like that.” “If you knew what it was like to be a real man, you wouldn’t say the things you say” The guy says and I just start laughing. I can see Samantha looking at me and, right now, I don’t care. “Yeah, because we all know you’re a real man. Real men love pussy, son. You know what… get the fuck out of my house. Now!” I say and open the door for them. They say their goodbyes to Sam and I shut the door as soon as their feet leave the frame. “What is wrong with you?” “I’m not going to be disrespected in my own house, Samantha. Let them fight matches I’ve fought and tell me how good it feels afterwards” I spew and Sam just looks at me. I can see she has something she has to say to me but I don’t care. It’s just nice that I’ve actually said a few words to her. “Well, I’m not going to let you disrespect my friends like that” My back now faces Sam as I return to my position on the couch. She walks up the stairs and I hear a few things being thrown around. I just don’t get why she can’t understand the meaning of respect anymore. She knows I’ve had a rough week and the last thing I need is something like that. Ten minutes pass and I see her walking down the stairs with two suitcases in her hands. “Where are you going?” I ask and she just looks at me with emptiness written on her mascara. “What would you care? You don’t care about anything but yourself. Johnny, I’ve been thinking this through for a long time. Thinking about it before the incident the other day. Thinking about it before your mother came to see us. I don’t know what else I can do. I’ve tried everything and I don’t see any progression or reform. I think it’s best if we didn’t see each other for a while” Her eyes shed tears and I just shake my head at her. I can’t believe she’s doing what she’s doing. “So you’re leaving me?” “I don’t know what I’m gonna do, Johnny. I need to be away from you right now” She looks at me as I get up off the couch. I walk towards her and try and hold her but she turns her back to me. “Please… please don’t go. I apologize for my anger. It’s been a rough couple of months and…” “It’s been longer than a couple of months, Johnny. It’s been almost a year that you’ve been like this. You say you’re going to change and you never do. When I’m ready I’ll let you know. Hopefully we can work everything out” She says and opens the door but I slam it before she can leave. “Where are you going to go?” “Back home. I need this Johnny. Please… get out of the way” She says and, even though she’s walking emotion, she moves my hand off the door ever so gently. She opens the door and looks back at me. The tears cause her eyeliner to run as she turns her head and walks out the door. I see car lights backing up out of the drive way and away from the house. I place my hands over my mouth and tears start to fall from my face. I look around for a bit and the silence in the house sends a chill down my spine. I begin to pace in the living room with tears hitting the wood floor with a silent pitter patter. I see a picture of Samantha and I on our wedding day shoving cake into each other’s faces. Without a second glance I take the picture and throw it against the wall. The glass sprays all over the floor and the picture falls face down. I look at it for a bit before sitting down on the steps with my head in my hands. I never thought it would be over. I never thought this would happen. For the first time in my life, I’m scared. There could be nothing after this. Another failed marriage…Maybe she was… Maybe Jaden was right… I’ll never be happy 
Matt Marvel is giving it his all, even making false accusations. Matt listen Scorpio didn’t make Johnny Styles. Everything I did in my career had nothing to do with Scorpio. It was early in 2008 when Scorpio and I even considered forming DoA. We were set and primed to take the PWC by storm. But it never happened. So here we are the start of 09 and Scorpio and I decided to give the world what they missed out on in PWC. And in case you didn’t notice Matt, I defeated you to dethrone you as champion without Scorpio. Remember the whole Barb Wire, lose of blood, Passing out? So for you to say Scorpio made me? Will couldn’t be father from the truth. You all now know that what happened at Steel city Match last month it was the start of a new era in HIW. It was the start of something that will change the face of HIW forever. No one in the history of HIW has tried to take over the company one body at a time. No one in the history of HIW has been where I’ve been. Why? Well, they never had a true legend in this bitch. Yeah, yeah, I’ve heard people not call me a legend. You know what I have to say to them? Tap out, bitch. The person watching this will know what I’m talking about. They’ll know that when they look at me, they see nothing but envy. They’ve been telling me I’ve been saying the same things for years. If only they could hear themselves talk, they’d realize they’ve been doing the same damn thing. They’d realize they’ve been trapped in a time loop while yours truly has been moving ahead. The reason you’re here for the chase. The reason everyone is here. Your talking nothing but dumb shit, almost like your doing everything you can to hype yourself up. Almost as if your doubting yourself. Your last Shot at being royalty and your not sure if you have what it takes to pull it off. You don’t, not even with a fresh smelling pussy next to you, not even if Azula is voted into the referee spot Ah you and Azula. You two have become my favorite Duo as of late. You two have become a thorn in my side for the last three weeks. A duo who I’ve beaten, back to back mind you, and they still want more. And now I may have to beat both of them to leave Enigma as Elite Champion. Not really a problem to say the least, I see this as one big game of chess and you two are the pawns in my little game. You two are suddenly becoming my favorite pieces to move in HIW. The ones I’ve moved the most. I’ve moved Azula so much I’m getting tired of moving him and I’ve moved Matt a few times but every time, it has gotten me ahead. Don’t you two see that Sunday night is checkmate? Once it’s over, I won’t need you anymore. I’ll throw you to the side and let you get gobbled up quicker than dots in Pac-man. You’ll get gobbled up by SBK and just like the ghosts, your face will be red from the blood and then blue from lack of oxygen. The truth. It hurts. Which is why I think Azula isn’t very happy with me. He acted like a hero and ran into a brick wall. The sad part is Azula was being moved into that role and he didn‘t even realize it. I moved him from E2 to E3 after are first encounter, and I thought the game was over for the Witness. Then he decided to attack me to help out Matt. Which lead me to move him from E3 to E4. Now I’ve put you in a very open position. Azula can get attacked from every side now, making you more vulnerable than ever. I haven’t moved to the other side of the table to move Matt yet, so you’ll be helpless when I’m slamming your face into my knee, causing blood to pour from your nose like a faucet. Watching as the blood is poring out of you as you are forced to count your friend out. Awarding me yet another victory over Matt Marvel. I might enjoy it enough to wash my hands with your blood. Oh, how exciting it will be to open your eyes to reality. But back to the man I have to defeat to not only keep my Elite championship but also keep my foot hold on the number one contender spot for the True eXpert championship. Matt Marvel this time around I am going to be more ruthless then I‘ve ever been. This time I‘m going to be damn sure this is your last shot at glory and not because of the added stip but because physically your body will go into violent cavitations when ever my name is mention. Matt in all are battles, this is the one I am most looking forward to. You’ve unleashed something within me that has never been unleashed. You’ve unleashed a side that makes me want to kill you. Not just in the ring, oh no. I seriously want to put a gun to the side of your head and watch the bullet come out the other side. This is hate to a new degree. But this is what you need. I planned on doing this a little later but your anger has caused this to come sooner than expected. This is what you need in order to function in society. This is what I need to continue My right as the Best Elite Champion. And Ill get to do it as Lindsey watches in pure horror. Don’t take this as a joke or a threat. This is a fucking promise. Expect lots of blood on your boots when this is over. Expect a lot of pain and expect a lot of torment. I’m not here to get the pinfall over you, Matt. I’m here to cause you to bleed buckets. I’m here to make sure that you can’t stand the next day. I‘m going to make Lindsey‘s father wished his baby girl hooked up with a lawyer instead of a damage wrestler. To be blunt Matt, I’m looking to make the Steel City Match look like a Disney movie when compared to Sunday. You went from winner to loser at the snap of my fingers Matt. You went from Elite Champion to a kid who was haunted by nightmares of SBK. I caused your demise. You can’t touch me son, not even on your best day, so don’t try and rush at me. Don’t try and proclaim that you’re better than me or that I’m not as good as I say. If I wasn’t as good as I say you’d be Elite champion and I‘ll be using up my last shot. The truth. It hurts. It hurts when you know what is coming. It’s like going up a very high rollercoaster and you’re semi afraid of heights. You know the drop is coming and you can’t prepare yourself for it. That is what this match feels like. When you enter the ring, you’ll be going up the hill. You can hear the clicking of the cart moving slower and slower. You will feel the kicking at your chest become harder and harder. You’ll almost reach the top and your heart will start to pound very fast. You’ll feel yourself on my shoulders and your heart will start to pound very fast. You’ll come down for the drop and be terrified. You’ll come down from my shoulders and if Azula is ref, he’ll watch and be terrified for you Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Now understand one thing, Matt. Don’t come in my path. I’ll wrestle you or whatever you call what you do, but don’t get in my path. Don’t look for the referee to save you when I’m in the ring because he will die. I’m warning you of that. You will start to cry once you see me beating the holy shit out of your hero. Hell, I’m not even going to put any sympathy on you, Matt. You’ve brought this upon yourself by aligning with the Witness so maybe next time you’ll choose your acquaintances more wisely. Maybe next time you’ll be a man and control your partner before he makes a dire mistake. Maybe next time you won’t have to watch the gore and violence that will be displayed. To bad there won’t be a Next Time! There is no hope for either of you. If I were you, I’d back away from this fight now. You’re dealing with a very pissed off Elite champion and a very determined DoA. He’s determined to break a bone for some recognition and I’m pissed off because no one gives me proper recognition. What are you two going to do to stop us? Are you going to put up a fight or are you finally going to realize that this is a one sided affair? I’m the homerun king in HIW and I’m not ashamed to say I’ve knocked a couple heads off with and without steroids. You two can be the Hank Aaron’s of HIW and do it legit but after the blood has spilled you’ll be all he is now. Just a memory. So I ask Matt what’s your next move? Are you going to threaten to beat me up? Boring. Promise me I won't make it out of our match with all my limbs intact? Droll. (insert 'you don't know what this word means' joke here) Listen, sister...you bottle up any anger and frustration that you're feeling, and you bring it to me at Enigma. I beg you. Unfortunately for you, that's the last time you'll ever get me to beg you for anything, though I might decide to end our match by submission, in which case, you'll be begging for anyone that can hear you to come help. See, I don't care how much of a ‘Good guy’ you are. You can bring all your little hero friends with you, and it won't matter. I don't care how frustrated you are that Lathis is your last shot at redemption. How is Matt Marvel like a whore? Well, given the proper incentive, both will go down without putting up much of a fight. With whores, it's money, as I'm sure your mommy's explained to you at 'Bring Your Unwanted Kid To Work' day. With you, Matt, all it's going to take is a few well-placed wrestling moves, delivered with the style and panache that only SBK can bring. Top it off with my choice of deadly high-impact or submission maneuvers, and all you're going to be after Enigma is that guy that had one to many chances.
They say silence is golden. I sit in my abode in London in silence. Nothing has broken this silence in hours. The fish in the aquarium swim in silence. Looking at the television it appears to air in silence. Nothing has been the same since she left. Lying in bed without her seems… odd. I wake up and wonder if my attitude has finally caused my loneliness. I wake up and look over at the other side of the bed and see nothing. This could be the sight I’m used to. Now I rest in my kitchen silently drinking a beer. What else am I supposed to do? I don’t feel like going out or doing anything. I don’t feel like being here. I feel like flying to Atlanta and getting the woman I love back. Yet, I understand that she needs space. She doesn’t need to see me right now. It could push her farther back. I don’t want her gone forever. I walk out of my kitchen, beer in hand, and make my way upstairs into my office. When I walk in there I see the various championships I’ve won over the years and not even that brings a smile to my face. I sit down at my desk and see that there is a new voice message on my phone. The flashing light goes off and I focus on it and it blinds me for a second. Could it be her? I hit play on my answering machine with hope. Hey Johnny… it’s your darling sister! Damn. Couldn’t get a hold of your through your cellphone which was odd. Anyways I’m having a great time in Canada and was getting a bit homesick so I thought I might come and see you in a week or so. Just call me back when you get a chance. I can’t wait to see how big Sam’s getting. Love you! The message clicks and I erase it. Can she help me through this? Hell, I don’t know what can help me through this. I’ve never felt this bad before in my life. If I knew what I did to piss Sam off I’d change it in a heartbeat. Thing is I don’t know what I did wrong. I place my feet on my desk and place my hands behind my head. I look to my left and see a picture of Sam. She stands in a blue sundress and a gorgeous smile on her face. What happened to those days? The days where we would smile and grin about everything. Now I sit here in silence patiently waiting on the day where I get to see her smile again. I continue to look at the picture with a frown displayed on my face. I look across from me and see the Elite championship a picture of Sam and I standing side by side the night I won it. She was my champion. I get up out of my chair and walk into our bedroom. The bed isn’t made because Sam usually does that. The sheets bunch together on one side and the pillows rest perfectly on the other side. The aroma in this room isn’t one of serenity but one of fear. It’s not one I’m particularly used to. I walk into the bathroom and see nothing touched on her side. Her makeup sits on the counter and I lift up the lid and look at the bronze tone. She would put this on every day but, to me, she was gorgeous without it. I place it back on it’s side and notice everything is in perfect order while everything on my side is in chaos. I pick up my toothpaste off the counter and place the cap back on it. It’s a mess. Walking back downstairs I hear nothing but silence. I can’t even hear the creaking of the stairwell and my footsteps. I go into the kitchen and grab another beer out of the fridge. The door closes in complete silence and I take a deep breath. I take a drink of it and make my way downstairs into the basement. I turn on the lights and place myself on the sofa in front of the projection screen television. I look at the beer in my hands and have a sudden epiphany. I put it down and move from my horizontal position and sit myself upright. This is pathetic. I’m sure Samantha isn’t sulking around about this. I’m sure I’m not even a thought in her mind right now. I walk back to the first floor and take off my shirt and throw it in the laundry room. I head upstairs and proceed to make the bed. I make sure it’s nice and neat and I head into the bathroom and straighten everything up. Once everything is arranged nicely I remove the rest of my clothes and take a shower. Hell, I’m going out tonight. I’m going to have a good time because, let’s face it, I might be getting used to this. I stand in the shower and as much as I want to hear a new beginning…all I hear is complete silence. They say silence is golden.
Under the blacklight, we're all exposed. We must take this opportunity and learn about ourselves, or fall victim to the age old peril of being left behind. Everyone has to take stock of themselves at some point, and must re-evaluate who they are as a person, or evolution is fruitless. I've been under the blacklight and I've seen who I really am. Who I really am is a ruthless tyrant, who will see things done my way. That's the only way HIW will ever survive, is if a Visionary like myself, leads it into greener pastures. Do you really think that the Matt Marvel, Bobby Azula or even Deka could ever be the face of the company? You should, because they could be. But it wouldn't make money. Big players like Scorpio and Myself - We all make me stacks of money. Not piss poor jobbers who can't hold any of our jocks. You see, I watched as Matt Marvel was handed championship shot after championship shot. To be honest I was surprised Scorpio made him number one contender again. A guy who has been on a losing streak of a life time. Rewarded with another shot at glory and this is a big problem for this Visionary. A big problem. Doesn’t Matt realize he is going into this match with a injury? A injury that if I decide to attack on could get worse. A minor injury that can be turned into a career ending injury. I hold your life, your career, your existence in my hands, Matt. You think that fucking with me and DoA is a good way to get a rub and head back to the top? Not a chance Matt. Because I've made it my personal mission to end you. You're the last of my special projects. Why? Because you caused all of this. You were the one who started this little revolution of the mid-carders. People who aren't ready, are rushing the main event scene right now and the blame is placed solely on you Matt. Prepare for sentencing. You need to stand under the blacklight Matt and find out who you really are. You know that the lucky 'right place, right time' situation that granted you your Long extinct Elite Championship was nothing but the beginning of the end for you. You got a head full of steam and somehow snagged the title, but you didn't stop to think whether you could handle the pressure. Then look what happened, just over a month reign and you are dethroned. You weren't ready. You aren't important enough So you will be stomped out for good this time Matt, simple as that. You will be removed from the equation and the DoA will move forward in purifying HIW. The likes of Azula, Deka, they'll all be put back in their place. Their is a hierarchy in HIW, Matt, and you can't even see the top from your position. There are so many people, miles above you, and you are just dreaming. None of this is real and as quickly as it came to you, I will snatch it away. Because I've realized that's who I am and that's what I need to do. Who are you? I suggest you find out. -- FIN -- |