My Side of the Story

Brenton Cyrus 23rd Birthday Bash
Toronto, Ontario, Canada
October 10th 2012

They say Crimson Skull killed my career

They say I have nothing left to offer

They called me a Hall of Famer

I bought into the hype, and grew fucking tired of it. Companies were signing me to help out buy rates, they had no attention on having me lead there promotions. There were never any opportunities. My name was tainted, and everyone has forgotten just how good I really am.

Time to remind everyone

And in the same breath get some long over – due revenge

Sitting in the back of the limo, surrounded by family these were the thoughts that were running through my head. We were here to celebrate Brenton’s birthday. The game plan for tonight was to make it a celebration BC wouldn’t forget. I’ve memorized the blue prints to the mansion; the explosives were ready to be set. I’ve been planning this moment since the day Brenton jump started his career off of my name.

The same day he killed my relationship with my son

It was the last day my career actually mattered

Guess what, I’m about to take it ALL back

Time to return a favor

Nick and Robbie stepped out of the limo first, followed by myself and my brother Frank. The paparazzo was every where. Just like I knew it would be. I was about to make a statement, and I wanted the world to see it. A mixed reaction of cheers and boos comes from the mansion, inside and out, as all eyes are on us.

† Johnny Stylez †
The No Limit Wrestling Federation, has NEVER, EVER, LOOKED SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! GOOD!

The party goers can’t help but pop at my legendary catchphrase, turning boos into cheers. Nick and Robbie went there ways on the carpet. Walking into the mansion, I couldn’t help but feel like I was responsible for everything Brenton had.

Looking around, I couldn’t wait to set this place up in flames

I did what I could to blend into the crowed; I didn’t want to attract attention. A task that was surprisingly easy. All eyes for the moment were on the Ferrari. Ducking into the guest bathroom, I removed the block of C4 and placed it inside the heating duck. Connecting the wires was the tricky part, the last thing I wanted to do was fuck this up and blow myself straight to hell. Sliding the timer wire into the brick had my nerves building up.

Slowly …

Slowly …

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

I missed the correct slot and almost made a fatal mistake

† Johnny Stylez †
Occupied

Quickly I set up the C4 and placed the duck back into its place. One down, four more to go. I took a second to adjust my suit, before walking out of the bathroom. A guy rushed right by me and slammed the door behind him.

Guess he really had to go

Brenton Cyrus and Alison Williams make there way downstairs. I spot the baby monitor attached to Alison’s hip. The party goers notice and begin to cheer. Tommy Cornell and John Greed wave at Brenton Cyrus who simply smiles and turns to the crowd. Now was my chance to set up the rest of the C4 upstairs.

I had an inside man for this job, The Janitor was an inspiring student of mine and he has a track record for kidnapping. He’s been here since before the party even started. He had the entire mansion scooped out, and he was my eyes on the couple of the moment. The Janitor gave me a head nod as he was standing at the top of the steps pretending to fix something.

Casually, I walked up there stairs and stopped next to him. I quickly pretended to be meeting the kid for the first time.

† Johnny Stylez †
Hey … how’s it going?

The Janitor
Alison really wants the D

† Johnny Stylez †
When doesn’t she want the D.

Looking down at the crowed, I was sure people would start asking questions if this conversation lasted to long. I tossed my arm on his shoulder and whispered for him to casually laugh. Which he did. In the same motion I slide the small ‘fanny pack’ like bag into his belt.

† Johnny Stylez †
Remember how to set those up?

The Janitor
Pretty basic shit

† Johnny Stylez †
You know where to put them, Make sure you don’t get caught and make sure they don’t find the surprise before it goes off.

The Janitor
Heads up when its go time to grab the package, Ali has that monitor attached to her hip.

I nodded; I was hoping the commotion from the surprise would be perfect cover. We shook hands

† Johnny Stylez †
It was nice meeting you; enjoy the rest of the party

The Janitor
Enjoy the night

He went on about his business, and I took in the family pictures hanging on the wall.

Robbie Hart
Any longer, I would have thought you two were fucking each other. You alright, mang?

† Johnny Stylez †
Perfect, tonight really is going to be a night, no one forgets

Robbie Hart
Let’s join the rest of the party, before people start mistaken you for the neighborhood child molester.

† Johnny Stylez †
Smart ass

He was right; we had to go back downstairs before people start asking questions. We casually walked downstairs to rejoin the party. We walked into Brenton’s drinking championship game. The sight of the ego of BC to put a WRESTLING championship. I shook my head in disappointment.

Robbie Hart
You sure about all of this?

† Johnny Stylez †
More then ever. It’s about fucking time I remind the world just who the fuck I am! It’s time for my revenge. I’m tired of people labeling me a LEGEND, Yet I’m always second best to him. It was my name that springboard this kid. It’s time to return the favor.

Robbie Hart
That was deep, unc

† Johnny Stylez †
Fucking dick

We both shared a big laugh that blended into the crowed. A waitress walked by with shots, we both grab one and we nodded understanding to each other before knocking it back.

† Johnny Stylez †
Look at him, he’s lost his focus

Robbie Hart
He still looks as dangerous as ever

† Johnny Stylez †
He’s grown contempt and board.

It didn’t take long for Brenton to out drink Ocean. I pretended to applaud and celebrate his win. Watching BC and Alice celebrate there win. Displaying there unified love, they have become the greatest love story in the game.

They were the perfect family

It’s about to change

Drastically

A few more hours

There world’s about to change

Flip the tape for part two of: My Side of the Story …



City of Evil

What an interesting little event that was, huh?

I'm only being mildly sarcastic when I say that, because...Well, let's be honest: You all watched the pay-per-view. You all have seen every last thing that happened. You know all of the events, all of those things that happened. So, let me ask you-what was the most thrilling thing?

What was the most exciting thing?

When I shocked the world


When I stole the show

That night set up Legends of the fall perfectly. You’re looking at an All-Star team ready to go to war with the kids who are stuck in Junior Varsity. It’s a team that includes my son leading the way. If you honestly say you expected my Son and I to be on the same team, fighting side by side then you’re a fucking liar! After everything we been through, no one saw this twist coming! But I’ll tell you all something right now; there isn’t anyone else I would want to lead me into a chess match, then Nick

He was born for this

I predict that all five people in this match will be looking for the one chance to get something over on me so they can set themselves up as the next contender.

It won't be that easy.

What am I talking about?

They have Jason Hawk as there king?!

Getthefuckoutta here

Jason Hawk doesn’t even deserve the title of Champion, never mind the responsibility of leading a team. His career hasn’t been the same for the last four years. He was easily forgotten in the Insurgency, and made out to be nothing more then a liability and a joke. But all of a sudden were supposed to take the kid seriously again? You wanna walk around with an ego bigger then BC’s, yet you haven’t done a damn thing to earn that swagger.

You’re an Immortal here … But the rest of the world doesn’t even know who you are

You’re entire career, you’ve had everything handed to you and you don’t know what it’s like to work. At least I pinned a guy to become champion at City of Evil. A contract clause and a man crush from Bert Hales handed you that championship but now you have to earn it! This isn’t my first rodeo and I’ve certainly gone through some of the most brutal matches that are known to me…and a few extra warm-up fights aren’t going to slow me down!

Maybe you haven’t noticed but I’m the only one in this game that Jason hasn’t been able to conquer. Are tracks have never really crossed, guess I was to busy to be attention to the lower cards. But then again your mediocre rise came long after I was removed from these halls. Can you picture what would have happened to your career if I never left NLWF? If that happened, you wouldn’t have gotten the time of day to shine

You’re team was fuck the moment you were named there King

And I’m supposed to take this shit seriously

You've done nothing but fail harder than Wiley Coyote.

And that's sad

Fuck Brenton Cyrus! He gets to exist in a world that the rest of us envy. He can reach out his hand, shake away all the pain he has caused, and people just accept it. Those that haven't accepted it yet will eventually accept it. That dark soul gets boxed up and compartmentalized once more. He gets to be the hero again, even though he doesn't deserve it. I don't buy it.

How can a guy who killed a father and sons relationship be considered a hero?

I was once the hero

Hated every second of it

I’m done playing the good guy

So I stole his child right from under his nose, I single handily stole not only this belt from him but also his spotlight, I even took it a step further and fucked his bitch. Don’t get it twisted BC, she’ll deny it. This is something I’m perfectly fine with. She was a lame fuck anyways.

The hilarious part about all of this is that you have no one to blame but yourself

I’m just taking back everything you stole from me almost three years ago. This time around BC, I will cast a shadow so large that you cannot get out from under it. Every accomplishment of yours will be Simply Erased, just like he tried to do with my career. A lot of people have forgotten who gave you your moment. I’m responsible for everything you have. You’re career, you’re family, you’re fame, and you’re immortality came from me. You weren’t even considered a God, until I passed that torch. You’ve been running around with my generosity for a long time, it’s time for wrestling’s real god to cut you down

You can call me the repo man Brenton, because I’m taking your entire life back

You’ve been living comfortable for to long. You’ve grown a douchey attitude and a belief that you’re still actually frightening when you haven’t been able to back up your mindgames with actual in-ring production since sometime early two-thousand and ten. Newsflash: It doesn't work anymore, I’ve broken you down Brenton, Exposed your Achilles heel. You're no longer scary; you're not even a threat these days. You've lost focus and once again it’s my name that has to make you relevant again.

You've fallen off harder than Michael Jackson's nose after his sixteenth bout of plastic surgery. You haven't had a relevant, meaningful run at anything since you stole my legacy and passed it off as yours


What about your significant other, the Queen on this doomed team? I’ve already literally fucked her once, only difference here is I have an audience to play witness. Seriously, I'm supposed to be afraid of Alison? That's just funny. She hasn’t been a threat in this game since she turned Ashley Matthews gay. Ali, you're about as threatening as a newborn child to me.

To soon Ali?

Who the hell is Mark Zout? And why is he even apart of this match? The cool kid is nothing more then bate. He hasn’t accomplished anything in this game! He’s best known for being a tag team champion in a promotion no one has ever heard of.

His bio screams chock artist

And this is supposed to be there knight?

He’s not ready for the Legends of the Fall experience. The kid has no chance on ever becoming a legend. The atmosphere will be like none that he’s seen before. The monstrosity that is the cage itself, the lights are as bright as a thousand burning suns.

You’re in way over your head going into this chess match kid. It looked like a great idea in your head, and easy way to get notice but now that he’s facing imminent danger, he’s ready to flee with his tail tucked between his legs. Only this time: there isn’t anywhere to run! He’s trapped in the cage with the toughest bullies on the block wanting to do nothing more than rip off his own arms and beat the shit out of him with them!

This is Zout’s five minutes of fame. No one knows how he’ll perform under all this pressure but if I had to wager a guess …

I say he’s about crumble

It’s the story of his pathetic career

This team is just filled with lame ducks.

Antony King won the title of ‘One True King’ yet he’s a backup dancer on Team Hawk? Then again, who did King actually beat to earn that title? He has a hard on for my nephew Robbie, but if you ask me he made the faggot relevant. Robbie’s the only reason you’re on team Hawk. Maybe if you remove London Carter’s cum droppings from your eye, you’ll see the truth.

You're a rookie kid and no where near the level I was when I broke into the game. You won a fancy car and a false title and I’m supposed to be impressed? You’re garbage kid, you’re looking for a victory to boost the resume some more while I’m looking to add my list of naïve bodies on my way to Ultimate Glory. You’re still green around the ears Ant, and you’re in for nothing but disappointment.

I would say you’re in for one hell of an Ass rape

But I think you’ll enjoy that a little too much

Last thing I need is another bitch biting at my cock

Faggot

...Whew. Okay, are you guys happy now? Are you not entertained?

I hope so, because I'm not.

You see, while that might have seemed fun? I'm not coming into Legends of the Fall for a good time. I'm not coming there for the sake of getting my jollys off. I'm coming to take back what was taken from me two years ago. It's been a long time since I held it and while, sure, you could say that I feel empty without it? I don't care about that. All I care about is reversing a horrible wrong, and that's allowing the aforementioned gaggle of assholes to think that I'm some kind of washed up has-been.

What I do care about, ultimately, is proving a point.

SBK is not washed up.

SBK is not a has-been.

SBK is still one of the best mother fuckers in this business.

I'm going to prove that to all of you doubters, all of you who question my ability and my integrity.

I'm going to prove it to all of you...

...Or die trying.