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Last Waltz
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 I know how to survive. I’ve done what I wanted, I’ve stepped on the countless bodies. Backstabbed everyone I had to. Was it right? Not at all. Did I care? Not at all. At least back then I didn’t care. At least until a few weeks ago. Until my path crossed with Brenton Cyrus. I watched Brenton Cyrus become this young cocky, prick. I did nothing as he tip toed the line of personal and unprofessional. It was when he looked to kick Cyber Punk when Punk was going through a hard time. At the time Punk and I were partners. We weren’t friends, but we were partners. So I did something I’ve never done in my career. I spoke up. I opened my mouth when others were to afraid to even blink at you. I defended Punk and embarrassed you. In the sense I created this. I asked for it all. I put my son in the line of danger. I placed Jada in the crossfire. I position Samantha’s grave and corpse to be disturbed. I did all these things when I spoke up. But I also did something else. Something you haven’t even realized. I placed you on the highest pedestal. I have shine this light, I have given you the one chance to throw yourself over the edge, throw you away from the Wizney movie star to the War Games sensation and future World Heavyweight Champion! You see Brenton what your failing to realize is the only reason your not sitting at home Sunday is because of me! There would be no stunning the world if I didn’t make the move! You wouldn’t have been in Punk’s path, you damn near kill him and he still hasn’t bat an eye in your direction. I picked you to give this world to. Just like Santiago picked me. And the same result has happened. With the power of the spotlight comes a corrupt soul You’ve taken what could have been the best feud in the history of NLWF, and turned it into something so damn ugly. You were so afraid about the spotlight not being handed over that you Kicked Jada in the head, And when I brushed it off, you had to find another level. Enter Alex. And when you saw that even with Alex in your hand that I would still come out swinging, you came here… 
Graves still undugg. Casket, everything had to be removed after what you did. Even your words of reply had no effect, and you knew that. I mean you did nothing but rephrase everything I said. You asked questions that made no sense. Question my Swagger after I made it clear where you got yours. You knew you had nothing against my words. You went ahead and did the gladiator vote. You reached out to the public, named your work, as art. Sway the publics eyes to you. Sure no one respects your motions. But you feed it down there throats you make sure they don’t forget. You make them believe that behind the pissing on my dead wife, that you had somewhat said something of importance. When you said nothing. Nothing that phased me. Nothing that made me worry. You said nothing but made the people believe that you said a ton. You words did nothing. The people buying into your hype means nothing to me. The worst singer on American Idol can get buy if they shove there name down everyone’s throat. But were not looking for votes. Were not impressing anyone with are words. Your words in your first attempt were weak and you know it! But your actions. Your actions did everything your words failed to do. I’m a broken man, you have me right where you want me Cyrus. You needed to break me because you understand what would have happened if you didn’t have Alex. This whole game would be different. Oh brother how everything would be different! Cyrus I don‘t need to point out the obvious and say you crossed the line again, you understood that when you made the move. You have no comprehension of the repercussions. I am John Mark the artist known as Johnny Styles, I have your biggest push in your life in my hands, I hold your life, your career, your existence, Cyrus. I made you what you are Brenton! You think that fucking with me and my family is a good way to get a rub and head to the top? Not a chance Cyrus. Even now, no one is paying any attention to you. You may get a few of the fan boys backing your Bipolar ass, but none of them count. None of them hold Championships. None of them stand in the spot that you’ve kidnap in a fable attempt to get to. Brenton once my son is free, retired or not I will end you at War Games. Oh you can bank on it Cyrus Why? Because you caused all of this. You have broken me. Made me the most unstable a man could ever be. You were the one who started this little revolution. I handed you the keys to stardom, your already throwing it all away! Your on a high that is on its way down come Sunday night. No one is thinking about what I may or may not do, there waiting for the aftermath, there waiting for what happens to Cyrus AFTER THE FACT! Prepare for sentencing. You need to stand under the blacklight Brenton and find out who you really are. You found out a few months ago when you step out of the Wizney light, but you didn't look close enough. Because had you, you'd know that the lucky 'right place, right time' situation that granted you this fast track to the top was nothing but the beginning of the end for you. You got a head full of steam thanks to me, but you didn't stop to think whether you could handle the pressure. I was wrong to pick you for this spot…You weren't ready. I was ready. When JWF opened its doors, Cyber Punk was ready when he was called to replace the crashing talent that stardom brings. I hate the kid, but Punk took the light from not one legend, but every single one that stood in his path. He made the main event scene what it is today and now you are trying to erase all of our hard work? No. You aren't important enough to do that. So you will be stomped out Brenton, simple as that. You will be removed from the equation and someone else will have to take the spot that I‘ve tossed you in. There are so many people, miles above you, and you are just dreaming. None of this is real and as quickly as I handed it to you, they 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. Broken Man…Pushed to the Edge…With a choice…With a Ego to crash 
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