Troy Stone(c) vs John Ojeda

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Main Event
PWX Championship
Last Man Standing
Troy Stone(c) vs John Ojeda

RP Limit: 2 per person

Deadline: Tuesday at Midnight CST


Story: In our main event clash, PWX Champion, Troy Stone, will put his title on the line against John Ojeda. This match is said to be another top hype for the PPV as a lot has happened between these two superstars already. Troy Stone has become the longest reigning PWX Champion in history and could very well be defending his title in his hardest career match to date. John Ojeda is not an ordinary superstar, and this match is a Last Man Standing match. Stone will definitely have his hands full but can he beat Ojeda in a match where Ojeda is the overwhelmingly favorite to win in a match he's notorious for? Things haven't come easy for Ojeda, though, as he had to defeat Mr. Executive, Brian Hollywood to even get his rematch for the PWX Championship. Life for Stone, however, has been quite hellacious the past couple weeks. Can Stone pick up the biggest win in his career and beat Ojeda in a match that is his? Or will Ojeda, who's quest for the PWX Championship has been hell as well, finally become the first person to end Stone's historic title reign and bring the House crumbling down upon him? One thing is for sure, this match could very well be a match for the history books.

[wrath]

(OOC Notes: Yeah, wrapping up the book. Hope you guys enjoy. Good luck Troy...)


{On Camera}
Podcast 041: Work

You know what the PWX fans deserve?

They deserve someone that isn’t going to cheat them out of their god damn money. They deserve someone that is going to give them everything in them every night they show up at the arena. They deserve a champion that pulls his fucking weight. They deserve a PWX World Champion with more than a thimbleful of intelligence. It only seems fitting that this show is called Hostile Takeover, because that’s what’s happening here. I’m going to be very hostile and I’m going to take over that championship belt into my possession. My fists are going to be very hostile towards Troy Stone’s face, and they’re going to take his consciousness from him. My verbal barbs are going to be very hostile, and I’m going to take over Troy’s ego and arrogance and leave him in a position that he can’t handle. But then again, Troy can’t handle anything at all can he. Troy takes the easy route every time. But that’s what prima donnas do, isn’t it? That’s what undeserving hacks do when they weasel their way to the top. So Troy, let’s get down to, shall we buddy, because I’ve been waiting for this all month.

So you’ve got this big ego, and you brag about how long you’ve held onto your title right Troy? That’s your big claim to fame right, buddy? That you’ve apparently held that title longer than anyone? Bullshit on that one by the way bub. You know, you took offense when I said your body of work is a joke on twitter. You said you wanted facts. And while I put you in your place that I already beat the breaks off you and your girl… that little shot got me to actually thinking about your body of work Troy. And it really is a joke. By the time you get in the ring with me, Troy… you will have wrestled all of eight matches since you’ve won that title. And you’ve only defended it three times. It’s almost march Troy, and you won that thing at the end of September son, and you act like defending the title three times is a big accomplishment. Really son? Is that what your lazy ass is acting all pompus about… EIGHT FUCKING MATCHES?! And you wonder why I called your so called body of work a fucking joke. I’ve wrestle eight times in the past two months! Your lazy ass couldn’t be fucked bothered to wrestle more than eight times in five months in this god damn company. So yes, your body of work is a fucking joke Troy. Your body of work is almost nonexistent in the past five months Troy. And how many of those eight matches were wins Troy?

We damn sure know you lost at least two of the eight, Troy. And the worst part is, and this is the biggest reason why your career here is a joke Troy… you lost to that sorry ass wigger Cash Money. You lost to a guy that trips over his own shadow. You lost to a guy that you could probably have literally farted on and he would have gone to pieces and you could have pinned him… and you lost. You lost to the worst wrestler in PWX history. Troy… you’re a joke. I don’t have to go knock knock, I don’t have to set it up. I say “Troy Stone’s career” and people start laughing. Well, guess what son, this is the spot where you’re going to get your rub. This is the month where your ass gets made famous. Not because you did something special son, but because you took another world class ass whooping and hand your title over to the baddest mother fucker to ever step foot into a PWX ring. Do you know why I beat the piss out of you and your old lady at the same time. It’s called work ethic Troy. It’s something the fans appreciate. They’re a god damn pain in the ass, but they’re the best fans in the world.

You know why they’re a pain in the ass Troy… because they hate it when people dog it. They’re smart, they know what the fuck they paid to see. And they didn’t pay to see the apparent world champion half ass his way through a title reign. They paid to see someone give them every shred of effort in their body. That’s why the fans love me Troy. They know they’re going to get every drop of me when I step into that ring. And I step into the ring just about every fucking week possible. I never leave the fans feeling cheated. Jason Richards said I couldn’t wrestle a couple of weeks ago… and look where he is now. Nursing a really sore back and wondering how he had misjudged his opponent so grossly. But where are you, Troy? You are arrogant and prideful as always. You still think you stand a chance in hell. You think that you’re going to pull out the miracle. Or maybe you just think it’s automatic because it’s a title defense. You think that maybe you can turn it on. But the sad thing for you is… even if you do turn it on… I’ve already been better than your best from the word go Troy.

I’m the best wrestler in the history of PWX. I’m the most dominate wrestler in PWX history. You can just go through the annals of history and see who’s got the highest win percentage over a long stretch of times. You’re looking at him. You can look at who’s had the most amount of PWX matches, and I stand in there with the guys that have been around this company since I was still in the Marines and running around a desert hell hole. High profile matches, I’ve been there. Winning tournaments, been there. Longest reigning champion in the history of this company… STILL FUCKING THERE TROY! You want to call me a fucking imposter… you’re sitting on my throne. You’re the fucking imposter son. You’re the pretender that’s holding the fort down while the king was away conquering other lands. You’re the placeholder until the real champion returned from his forced hiatus from the company. Now I get to do what I do best. That’s beat your ass and take your stuff. You can say whatever the fuck you want to say Troy, because we both know where you stand. We both know you’re a paper champion. We both know you’re pissing in you’re stupid little underwear trunks thinking about going into this Last Man Standing match with me because you already know how fucking hard I’m going to hit you. My right hand is the best in the business, and it’s going upside your fucking head repeatedly, bitch. And well Troy, once again…

I told you about the uppercut.

{Off Camera}
Chapter 80: D-Strongholds

John had certainly kept his word to Vincent Ponticelli. He hadn’t killed the man, exactly like he had promised. But that wasn’t a good thing for Vinny. There had been many points where he had begged them to just put him out of his misery; but none of them would allow it. Their rage was such that death was too good for the man. They wanted him to suffer for as long as possible. The term for all of eternity came to all of their minds; but they knew he’d die very soon. Vincent Ponticelli was a very succinct and clear message to others in the community. The Viking Warlords were not to be fucked with. They were the new giant on the block and they were more ruthless than anyone. That was the message that had been set out. Vikings had branched out to the north east and had conquered the land like any good Viking would.

The black panel van rolled down the street, the radio playing music and the four people in the van, laughing and cracking wise as they came to a stop and started to back the van into an alley. They were about three blocks from the Dogs of War clubhouse. There were only a couple of them left, and they were laying low. But the rousing torture session had gleaned quite a bit of information. They had gotten the info dump on where they were getting their blow, the names and numbers of everyone left and anyone important in jail, and even where any of Vinny’s family information. It was a simple precaution in case someone came looking for revenge. John was sitting in the back of the van, looking at Cake with a stupid smile on his face. He looked up front and saw Marvin behind the wheel and Mack in the shotgun position.

“What’s with you?” Cake asked, giving John and odd look.

“I’m proud of you guys.” John said. “Certainly you Cake. You earned your fucking cut dude. “

“Thanks boss.” Cake said with a genuine smile.

“What about us.” Mack said, sounding jokingly offended. “You don’t like Marvin’s titties anymore?”

“No, I love both of you shitheads too. This has been a crazy ride, guys.” John said.

“Yeah, it was like rolling Route Irish again.” Marvin said. “Brandon and Gramps got their blood debt.”

“Yeah they did.” John said. “Alright stop. Here’s good.”

The van came to a halt and John slid down to the back end of the van, and past Vincent Ponticell. Cake slid down with him. Vincent Ponticelli was going home as a message to the rest of his crew. If they wanted to keep it going, shit was going to get very real. The message was clear. Go the fuck away. John poked Ponticelli in the stomach and kicked open the back door. Ponticelli wanted to scream, but couldn’t, wanted to fight but was incapable, wanted to see where he was, smell what was around him. He wasn’t even sure if it was day or night.

The Warlords had gone to great lengths to shut Vinny off from the world piece by piece. Arms and legs were missing up to elbow and knees, his vocal chords had been paralyzed, his tongue cut out, the insides of his nostrils cauterized, his eyes removed, and his eardrums burst. They had taken their inspiration from the damage done by a landmine. They were well aware of what they did to people; they were elite soldiers in their lives. They’d seen them first hand, and they’d seen what could happen to people from them. They had even had the audacity to sing the Metallica song “One” to him while they were tearing him to shreds. Taunting him with the fate that they had planned for him.

John grabbed the near lifeless husk of Vincent Ponticelli and he and Cake wrenched the torso out of the back and propped him up against the dirty brick wall. Cake and John exchanged a fist bump, hopped back into the back of the fan and pulled away from the spot they were parked. John laughed and pulled out the disposable cell phone in his pocket. He looked at the numbers he’d programmed into it and called the first one. He was the top of the list that was on the outside, and that’s who he wanted to talk to. The phone rang several times, but was answered just before the call was about to go to the voicemail.

“Hello?” The man asked cautiously.

“Michael, listen carefully. It’s your best friends. You can go pick up your brother. He’s in an alley three blocks east of where you dirty mutts stay at.” John said. “And I hope what I had to say with that work of art is crystal clear. Time to go buh-bye. So I hope you’re smart and have a wonderful and long life”

“What am I picking up, another stunt like last time? I’d rather stay away then thank you.” Michael said.

“No, not like last time. He’s alive.” John said with a laugh.

“Oh shit.” Michael said, hanging up the phone immediately.

“Ha! He fucking hung up!” John started to laugh.

“Awww, you spooked him!” Mack said.

“You guys want to go get a burger before we head home and get back to work?” Marvin said.

“Yeah, sure.” The other three said at the same time.

John stared out the back of the work truck and smiled. He knew the war was over. He knew that they’d destroyed a club that was much larger than them. It had almost crushed their club. It had cost them a lot of brothers; but the biggest club in the north east had buckled under the weight of the most skilled set of technicians that had been assembled in the MC world. With New York City starting to settle into the rearview, John let out a breath of relief. They’d accomplished something that he had never foreseen happening; and now their legend in the MC world was starting to spread. It had been almost two years worth of tit for tat and craziness; and they had come out of it the victor. It was time to go home, make some money, and party hardy; because this whole ride had proven that life was far too short to not enjoy it.

{On Camera}
Podcast 042: Legacy

What’s your legacy Troy?

You won the World Grand Prix, good for you. That’s an accomplishment that you can hang your hat on. Too bad you didn’t beat anyone worthwhile except Anton Chase. Too bad everyone you beat in that tournament doesn’t have any credibility. Who did you beat to get that title you think is still yours? Tim Hunt and Elijah Black. Where’s Tim Hunt now. Completely irrelevant, that’s where he is. Elijah has a good chance at becoming half of the tag team champions. I’m not going to say you got the easy path there Troy… but it certainly wasn’t a big climb up the mountain buddy boy. It wasn’t like you took out Hall of Famers. Elijah if he keeps it up might get there someday, but that’s not really the big point here. It’s where you went after you won that title. You had some piss ant little thing you did because you thought it was cute. Well it wasn’t cute. It was pathetic. What’s wrong with you? Can’t handle it when you have real competition lurking about so you have to go and hand pick your lame ass opponent to make you look good and credible? Why’d you go and beat up that pretty little girl for your first title defense. Wanted the easy way there big shot? Wanted to feel like a big man beating up a pretty girl? Don’t you have any pride Troy? Don’t you have any integrity?

The answer is no. If you did, you wouldn’t spit on that fucking title by changing it’s name. It’s the fucking PWX World Championship. You don’t add your stupid egotistical bullshit to it. It’s an honor to be considered the PWX World Champion. It’s a fucking rare privilege. A small handful of men have held that title. An even smaller amount have made that title important on a global level. There is a legacy there. There is a linage of blood, sweat, and tears that you disrespect every time you open your mouth about that title and your apparent divinity. So every time you open your mouth and disrespect that title, it makes me that much more determined to take it from you. I’m sick of people disrespecting the PWX World Title. I’m sick of stupid egotistical assholes thinking that once they get to that point that they get to coast. I hate knowing that people think that once they’ve reached that point that they’re damn near gods. You got there by luck kid. And you’ve kept the fucking thing as long as you did by being fucking lazy. That’s what your legacy is bitch. That’s what the fuck people are going to remember you for. Not because you’re a great wrestler, not because you’re the most wonderful thing in the world. No, they’re going to remember you and your legacy as being one of the biggest pussies that every had the rare privilege to say they held that belt.

Me on the other hand… what’s my legacy Troy? My legacy has been built on destroying the very best competition this company has to offer. My legacy has been about the tireless struggle for greatness. The fans know I’m PWX’s Michael Jordan. The fans know I’m the first one in the building and the last one out at night. The fans know I’m not going to fuck around when I get here. They know where my heart is. They know what company I sold my body too. Any given night, any given arena… I will do anything and everything I have to do to get the job done and give those people the show of a lifetime. My legacy was built on taking out Hall of Famers. Danny Szatkowski, destroyed. Norcia, decimated. Pariah, annihilated. Hollywood, pounded into dust. When you look back on PWX, I was involved in the biggest matches in the history of this company. No one has any questions how I earned my accolades. No one has any questions who’s the best this company has ever seen, Troy. No one has any doubts about who I am and what I do. I’m the best. In a pure wrestling match, in a submission match, all rules, no rules, good knee, bad knee, no knee… I’M THE FUCKING BEST! That should have been crystal fucking clear to you Troy! That should have been absolutely obvious when you and your old lady tried me.

You got into my business with Hollywood. You drug your girlfriend into the shit. You got her smacked around and treated like garbage. You couldn’t even protect her. Shit, she was protecting you Troy. Why was she protecting you Troy? Because your dumb ass got put on dream street by a cheap trick that I was sure you wouldn’t fall for. I even told you about and you fell for it. Hell, I got you with another uppercut last week that got you for the ten count. And I already said it again… you’re catching it again. I’m going after your fucking face Troy. This shit is Last Man Standing. That means you have to knock me the fuck out to get me out of this match. It’s next to fucking impossible to get me down for a three count. How are you going to make the ten count Troy? You couldn’t make it when I caught you with a good shot. How you going to take it when I’m really swinging for the fences? How are you going to take it when I get to swinging chairs and putting sharp shit in your face? How’s it going to go when for the first time in your career, you have to know what it’s like be on the verge of blacking out from blood loss? Troy, these are all answers you don’t have. But they’re answers that I have about myself and about my opponents. I don’t care if you’re in the best cardio shape of your life kid… you’re going to need it to run the fuck away from me. You’re going to need it to run all fucking night. When I get my hands on you Troy… you’re going to figure out real quick that when you start fucking with the giants and titans of this sport… shit gets very real very quick. You’re going to figure out that you’re not built for the task of being at the top of the mountain. You’re not the toughest fucking giant in the valley… I am. And I’m going squash you like the bug that you are to me. Time isn’t on your side. It’s fading fast. And there’s only so much you can train for. There’s only so much you can do to get yourself ready for this. There’s only so much that weak jaw of yours is going to take because darkness takes over. And the one thing that’s always going to be there and will never change…

I’m just plain better than you.

[troystone]

Disclaimer: This is my Troy offering. With obvious distractions, this was harder than usual to do. I think you guys can see in the second part of the CD how drained I am mentally at the moment. But yeah here it is. Hope it's good enough. Good luck and Enjoy!

The World of Stone: House of Madness

Chapter Ten: Release Part II

Monday, August 17th, 2013 in Los Angeles, California around 3:00 P.M. at a local hospital

"Geez how long have they been in there," Troy heard his JOAT assistant Megan Pierce say out loud as currently him, Megan and his bodyguard Bruce Bowen were sitting outside a hospital room; apparently waiting for something. Actually, that something was news about Larry Stevens' wife; who about an hour ago finally received the news from her husband that he had cheated on her. Troy knew how much this was weighing on the mind of Larry before today. That's the reason he kept pressuring Larry to tell her the truth because Troy knew a secret like this needed to be told as soon as possible given the fact that Troy knew Larry wanted to keep his wife. Troy knew too by telling her that Larry's chances of retaining his wife would become slim to none and from that moment on, he would have to pull out the stops just to win her back. Troy just never envisioned this. He never envisioned Larry's wife been so hurt by the news that she would have a panic attack. This wasn't suppose to happen. In theory that is. Larry's wife wasn't suppose to be rushed to the hospital and neither was him, Megan and Bruce sitting outside her room; all three sweating a bit due to the heat plus their current attire. None of this was supposed to happen.

"It's been like an hour right," Megan said while jumping out of her seat, pacing back and forth right in front of Troy and Bruce. Troy turns his head to the right and a few seats away from him and Bruce and Megan was Larry; sitting down in a seat with his head down and his blonde shoulder length hair being the only thing Troy could see of his head. As Larry sat there, head down, in his white suit, Troy couldn't help but imagine just what Larry was thinking. At this point of his life, Troy was willing to say that he knew his agent of three years like the back of his hand. This man has met his mother, his father, his brother Liam, his sister Cindy; all of his family. In ways Larry was family to Troy. His "family outside of family" and given that Troy's inner circle was simply that; an inner circle, Larry was one of those people that was inside that circle. And yet Troy couldn't think of a time Larry looked so defeated, so remorseful. This was a man would had supreme confidence. In fact, some would argue that it was arrogance and that his rivals his own client Troy. Regardless, Troy wasn't used to seeing Larry like this but then Troy reminded himself that the situation was different from anything he's even been through. He cheated on his wife. He potentially threw away 20+ years of love and happiness which produced two beautiful children. All of it with one night, one mistake was tainted. All because of him.

"Seems like six but who's counting," Troy replies back to Megan, who was still pacing back and forth. Troy then looks at Bruce and shakes his head. "Who saw this coming you know? It's like worst case scenario."

"Beyond that. We don't even know if something serious happened to Larry's wife. This is just a bad situation all around."

"Pretty much." Troy soon hears his cell phone vibrate from inside his pants pockets and gets up from his chair. "My phone's ringing so I gotta take this. Be back." Megan nods his head as Troy takes a few steps away from Bruce and Megan before turning towards the windows and using his right hand to cup his face; that way no one could hear him. He finally answers the phone.

"Hello," Troy greets the caller. It didn't take long for Troy to find out the caller was Ophelia and as soon as he heard her voice, Troy takes the cell phone away from his ear."

"Crap forgot about the ice cream," Troy says to himself that way Ophelia couldn't hear him. Troy lets out a sigh before putting the cell phone back towards his ear. "Hey babe....where am I? Funny story in between the last few hours from the last time I called you, something crazy happened. Ha you're not going to believe this. Seriously it's a crazy story. I'll tell you when I get home....When I'm coming home? Looks like an hour from now but who knows. But I'll make sure I'll be home shortly. Can't stay stay away from my cuddle monkey you know?" Troy laughs as he listens to Ophelia on the other end. "No babe, I haven't forgot about the Rocky Road ice cream. Look, your man hasn't forgotten. You know I wouldn't. I have to go though but I'll be there ok? Yeah?...You have a surprise for me? Ha do I get a hint?..No? Can I phone a friend at least?...Well then, guess you're just going to make me wait huh? OK I get it. But I'm sure it's worth it. So yeah see you in a hour. Hopefully. Who knows but I'll try....Yeah?..I love you too babe. Lates." Troy ends the phone call and places his phone back into his pants pocket. He then walks away from the window and walks back towards Megan and Bruce.

"Who called," Megan inquired.

"The babe," Troy simply responds as he shoves his hands inside the pockets of his black tailor made pants. Bruce looks on from his seat; hands behind his head. Suddenly, Troy sees the room in front of them open and soon a middle aged man in a green hospital get up steps out and immediately Megan, Bruce and Troy give him their full attention.

"Are you all the family of Laura Smith-Stevens," the man says to them.

"We're not but that's her wife," Troy responds, pointing to Larry, who's head was still hung down. "We're just the ones that called you guys. But as you can see, Larry's in a dark place mentally at the moment so whatever you got to say, say it to us so we can tell him."

"Well to be fair sir wouldn't it be best if I just cut out the middle man and tell him?" Troy lets out a sigh before turning his head towards Larry.

"Larry," Troy yells across the hospital room; instantly getting Larry to pick his head up. Once Larry sees Troy motions to him to come over, Larry jumps up to his feet and almost sprints over.

"Ho-..how is she," Larry says to the middle aged staff member with a rushed; panicked tone. Troy noticed that his face was even showing extreme panicking. "How is my wife?!"

"Are you her wife," the middled aged staff member stated.

"No shit you mother-"

"He's not the enemy," Tro says to Larry, interrupting him. "Easy man. Breathe in a bit/"


"But I have to hear about my wife! MY wife! The mother of my children's in there!"

"That's actually what he's trying to do man. He's actually about to tell us that." Bruce puts a hand on the shoulder of Larry.

"Be easy Larry," he says to him.

"Damnit that's my wife in there. I can't be easy," Larry shouts back. Bruce looks over to the middled aged staff member.

"Just tell us the status of Laura," Bruce calmy states. The middle aged man nods his head.

"Well, I'm sure all of you know she suffered from a panic attack, the staff member begins to speak. "But luckily, you guys were right on things when you called us so by the time she got into the room we had stabilized her. Right now she's resting a bit but she's going to make a full recovery and if she keeps improving by night time, she may be able to leave tonight."

"SO she's doing ok," Larry remarks with a sigh of relief.

"Yes sir she will."

"Alright good. Thanks for the update," Troy says to which the staff member nods. "When can go in and see her if you know?"

"In a few hours. Like I said, right now she's resting and we'll still doing a few things with her to make sure her progress continues going along well. So a couple more hours."

"That's good to hear," Megan says. "Thank you."

"No problem." The staff member turns his head and walks back into the room. From there, Troy places a hand on Larry and brings him to the side so it's just him and larry talking to each other.

"So how are you going to get out of this one," Troy says to Larry in a hush tone. "I mean you and I both know when you told Laura, things would get dicey but well IDK about you but I didn't see this coming. I mean who would have predicted that she would wind up in the hospital."

"Yeah I know," Larry says back to Troy.

"So what are you going to do now about this?"

"Shit I don't know man. I'll think of something like always."

"See that's the thing. You actually have to think about something rather than moving on your feet because now you're behind the 8 ball. You do realize the first thing she's going to do when she gets off that bed, leaves this place and goes back home is throw out your stuff right?"

"Yeah I'm aware of that Troy. I know she's going to yell at me til my fucking ears are numb. And shit I haven't even told her everything about the-"

"No, no, no, no, no," Troy immediately interrupts. In that moment, he quickly remembered the kicker of this entire story. Not only did Larry cheat on his wife but the woman he cheated on was pregnant with his baby and was planning to keep it. "You can't tell her about that now."

"Man I gotta let everything out. I have to tell everything."

"No you don't if you want to actually win her back. FYI you want to win her back right?"

'Of course."

"Then if you tell her about the baby, it'll never happened. Hell we don't know if you have a chance now. You tell her about the kid; gone forever."

"Wait aren't you the one that said I was such a vile person for trying to make that woman get an abortion and now you're saying I shouldn't tell my wife the truth?"

"Well for one you've already lied to her so this isn't foreign territory for you. Number two two different animals; two different things between giving up a baby and not telling someone about a baby. Look you said it yourself. You want Laura back in your life. Right now you have to accept the fact that you basically threw that away. You threw her away and you may not even get a chance to get it back. Now watch what happens if you tell her about your lovechild. Then what? You think she's honestly going to ignore that plus you cheating on her and just let you back into her life that easy?"

"So you're saying I should lie kid? Don't get me wrong, I have lied time and time again. To get all that I've gotten Troy you have to lie a few times to get it. And I'll probably lie all the way til the end because as a businessman, I have to lie. But I can't lie to her anymore. She's already paying for it."

"But you wouldn't be lying. You just would be not telling her exactly everything in the equation. See hold on." Troy turns his head towards Bruce. "Bruce, yeah Bruce come here real quick." Troy motions for Bruce to which he responds by walking towards Troy and Lary.

"What's up," Bruce sates.

"OK Larry here wants Laura back right but he thinks he needs to tell her about his lovechild." Bruce looks at Larry in an almost disbelief fashion.

"Man I don't know if you want to do that," Bruce says to Larry. "If you tell her about the kid, then she's never going to get back with you. She's going to see it as you making your bed and now having to lay in it."

"You're in the good ol prisoners choice," Troy remarks as he shoves his hands back inside his pockets. You try to deny and ignore the fact that you got someone pregnant and thus be looked at as a dead-beat; which by the way would mean she would try to suck your dry financially as much as possible thanks to child support. or you can just tell your wife; who you want to win back; and never have a chance at her again; leaving you to deal with a child you don't even want. I love you man but it's going to get worse before it gets better."

"Dad, dad," said female voice behind the three. As Larry was facing Troy, Troy was able to see the red haired female that was running towards them in her blue heels and blue flower dress, Troy instantly rubbed his face with his hands because he knew who she was. He also knew that this was where things were going to get worse immediately. The woman in the blue dress was Larry's 22 year old daughter, Krissy. Troy had talked to her a few times in the past. At this point, Troy knew most of Larry's family. Troy knew at this moment that Larry had to tell his daughter exactly why her mother was in a hospital room and he knew the result of the revelation wouldn't be good. So he was already preparing for the aftermath.

"Krissy," Larry says as she turns around to a charging Krissy, who hugs him tightly.

"Dad what's wrong with mom? Is she ok? What happened?" Larry keeps his daughter in his arms. Troy took a look in his eyes and the first thing he noticed was that Larry had the expression of pure horror. The horror of knowing in a few moments he was about to break her heart and in the process begin the destruction between his relationship with his wife and his kids.

"Krissy I have to tell you something," Larry says somberly as Krissy finally lets go. Troy and Bruce watch on with Megan.

"How's mom? What did they say?"

"Krissy please just calm down." Larry walks around in a circle and runs a hand through his blonde hair. "Your mom had a panic attack."

"A panic attack," Krissy suddenly explodes. "Oh my god is she ok? What happened?"

"Look Krissy please just calm down." Larry rubs his face with his hands as Troy and the rest watch. "She's fine. They said she's resting and should be good to go by tonight."

"That's good. But why did she have the panic attack? What went wrong?" Larry looked at the floor he was standing on for a moment, mulling his words.

"Umm I have to tell you something Krissy."

"Yeah you already told me that. What is it?"

"Yeah I did didn't I? Um..."

"Dad you're seriously scaring me. What are you not telling me? Please dad just say it. Say whatever's going on."

"Doll you don't know how hard that is right now."

"It's ok. You can tell me dad. You can tell me anything. Come on what is it?" Larry pauses for a moment before running a hand through his hair.

"Um...I don't know how to say this and before I do doll I'm really, really sorry. The reason your mom had a panic attack is because I..."

"You what?" Larry remains silent, fighting his words. Krissy looks at him. "You did what dad?"

"I..cheated on her." Troy saw Krissy' eyes widened and then within a few seconds, saw tears form in those same green eyes. Troy looked at bruce and shook his head.

"And now it's about to begin," Troy told Bruce. Larry just stands in front of his daughter, who was covering her face in shock, tears now flowing from her eyes.

"Doll I'm so sorry," Larry pleads to his daughter.

"I can't believe you," Krissy responds with sadness in her voice. "I can't...believe you." Krissy continues to repeat the same phrase over a few things, each time being a bit more angrier.

"Doll-"

"I can't believe you," Krissy suddenly shouts at him. "How COULD YOu do this to mom?!" Krissy, out of anger, starts hitting her dad with weak shots to his arm. troy sees this and immediately tries to step in.

"Krissy just calm down," Troy tells Krissy as he tries to physically hold back before she quickly jerks her arm away from troy and responds by smacking him hard in the face! Troy staggers back, holding his jaw a bit.

"Don't touch me because you knew," Krissy yells at Troy. "You knew, all of you knew and you covered for him!" Troy remains silent for a moment, understanding the fact that Krissy was right. Troy did know about the whole ordeal the entire thing and he was guilty in a way for covering for Larry, even when ironically enough he was the one that pushed for Larry to confess in the first place.

"It was only a one night stand," Troy goes to explain to Krissy. "Your dad just made a mistake. That's all it was. plus Krissy, just calm down." Krissy looks at Troy in anger and while he was holding the one side of his face, Krissy suddenly surprises Troy and slaps him on the other side! Troy staggers back again until Bruce steps in and pushes Troy back; Megan watches on in shock. Larry looks on at everything with a stunned expression.

"Nothing none of you can tell me that will make things right," Krissy shouts. 'I have nothing to say to you dad. Just wait til Justin(Larry's son) comes and he finds out!" Krissy soon storms right past Larry and starts walking down the hall.

"Krissy, where are you going," Larry says to her. Krissy turns around, tears still flowing from her eyes.

"Away from you because right now, I can't even look at you." Krissy continues to walk away as Troy continues holding his face. Troy walks over to a stunned expression and leans in close.

"You know that vacay house you got in Malibu? That's probably going to be your permanent house for the time being," Troy says to Larry to Larry before going back to holding both of his cheeks.
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About an hour later

"Ah I'm finally here babe," Troy proclaimed once he opened the door to his beach house while juggling a jug of Rock Road ice cream in his hands. Troy soon pulls his keys from the lock and then puts them back into his pockets before closing the door behind him.

"Finally," Troy heard Ophelia's voice in the living room. Troy smirks as he slowly walks into the living room, where she sees Ophelia laying down on the couch, sporting one of Troy's black shirts and black shorts with of course the heavy neckbrace around her neck. Once Troy sees her, troy lets out a sigh and smirks.

"Sorry I was late babe," Troy say as he leans down and kisses Ophelia on the lips briefly. Once they part, Ophelia smiles as does Troy. Troy couldn't help himself but smile as Ophelia was smiling back at him given the fact that recently, she was still recovering from her serious neck injury. "Like I told you on the phone, craziness happened babe. No sarcasm. We're talking like Days of Our Lives type drama>"

"Oh wow. What exactly happened?"

"Well ok you know my agent Larry right? You know Larry. I've told you about how he cheated on his wife and got the mistress pregnant? Welp..he finally told his wife."

"And what happened?"

"Panic attack. Beyond devastated. Had to rush her to the hospital."

"Wow. Is she ok?"

"Yeah she will be fine. They managed to stabilize her and everything. She'll be good. Problem is since Larry's wife had to be sent to the hospital, Larry had to tell his kids and while his daughter didn't take it to kindly. PS I would know since she slapped me twice."

"Twice?"

"Both cheeks. Didn't leave anything out."

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah trust me babe, not the first time a woman has slapped me. Seriously. But yeah I'm fine. If anything, it's Larry that I'm worried about. I mean his kids are going to hate him for a while, his wife is definitely going to kick him out of their house and the thing is he wants to keep her and yet he hasn't even been able to tell her about the lovechild."

"He didn't tell her?"

'He couldn't. As soon as she tried, she got the heart attack. Couldn't do it. He started reconsidering telling her about the lovechild and I was like man you already opened Pandora's box; might as well open it all the way," troy said to Ophelia, lying about the fact that he was pushing Larry to tell his wife about the lovechild. Troy didn't want to tell Ophelia about this merely because he knew Ophelia would be upset and that was an argument Troy wanted nothing to be apart of given the fact that the main root of it would be about something that didn't even involve them.

"I see."

"Yeah it's madness and honestly as much as I love the guy I'm happy I don't have to be involved in all of that. Besides I would never cheat on you babe."

'Better not." Troy laughs as Ophelia chuckles as well.

"Come on babe why would I downgrade myself when I'm with the HOTTEST babe evs huh?" Troy smiles before he finally gives Ophelia the jug of Rocky Road. "BTW told you i wouldn't forget about your ice cream."

"Oh that's good to know that I'm on your mind all the time."

"True story. BTW I'm sure I'm on yours as well. Your welcome BTW."

"I appreciate that."

"Ha so yeah you said you had big news yourself. What's this about?"

"Well I talked to the doctors today and they said that my neck is actually healing ahead of schedule?"

"You serious?"

"Yes! They said it's improving so much I can get out of this neckbrace next week." Troy looks at Ophelia and smiles.

"What? Seriously? You're getting out of the neckbrace this early?"

"Well they said I can trade this neckbrace for a lighter one but yeah, progress." Troy smiles before even pumping his fist in excitement. he was generally happy that Ophelia was improving at a rapid pace. More and more she was making her tragedy into a success story.

"Ah babe this is great news I KNEW nothing would keep my babe down," Troy says to her.

"Of course not. I am the boss bitch remember?" Ophelia smiles. "But you know babe I wouldn't have been able to do this without you."

"Oh come on babe. i mean you're welcome of course but we all that you're the toughest babe alive. With or without me you would have recovered in record time. True story."

"I know but the thing is like you've been there for me throughout this entire thing. I mean as soon as I went down, as soon as I thought my career could be over, you've been there to help me get through this all the way. You even took out that prick Tompkins for me. You've stuck by my side through everything babe and I will always love you for that." troy looks at Ophelia and nods his head.

"You know babe, sticking with you is easy for me. Because I love you. You know that. And you know how I've never told another girl I've been with that I love them. But with you you make it easy for me to say it because I mean it. i know you talk about sticking through with you but it's been vice versa with you with me. you know? Me telling you about the kid I neglected, all the talk about me being this mega douchebag. You have like stiff armed all of that and you have been there for me more times than I have for you. If anything babe, I have to thank you for letting me have the coolest girl in the world and being able to call her mine." Troy smiles before he kisses Ophelia again. He was truthful with everything that he was saying. Which even shocked him because Troy wasn't use to opening himself nor giving himself to another woman as much as he's given to Ophelia. but Troy was ok with that. Troy was happy that whenever he could escape all the madness and drama around him, he had someone to come home too that loved him for him. All of him. All of the negative about Troy.

"Well i have to thank you for being the coolest and sexiest man in the world," Ophelia responds with a sly smile.

"See babe it's much better when you say it," Troy says before he sits on the couch. "Now, wanna cuddle with your cuddle monkey?" Ophelia smiles before she re-positions her head and thus her neckbrace slowly on the chest of Troy. As Troy wrapped his arms around Ophelia, he closed his eyes and mentally he relaxed and simply enjoyed the moment. He wanted something like this forever and he knew he could. There was one way he could and it was a way that sounded crazy too Troy in general but the more he thought about it, the more he gave it consideration.

Marrying Ophelia.
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The PWX cameras spot Troy Stone in his locker room, surprisingly by himself. He's sitting in the middle of the locker room, sporting a black suit jacket with a red shirt underneath and black tailor made pants. Troy has his head down and the PWX World Heavyweight Championship in his hands. Troy doesn't look at the camera and instead looks at the carpet floor.

Troy: You know recently everyone's had an opinion about Mt. Rushmore. No, not the actual Mt. Rushmore but the concept of choosing the four best of whatever field the topic pertains too. I've heard all of you dweebs start creating your imaginary lists about who's the greatest four in this, who's the greatest four in that. Who knew a simple question to LeBron James would create such an uproar. it's to the point where I'm burnt out and honestly annoyed by you dweebs beating this concept to death. But since we're here, lately I've been all of you, the PWX fans, write on your forums, listing your own Mt. Rushmore of PWX. Now honestly I don't really care about your opinions. I don't because you people have done nothing for me or have contributed to any of my success nor will all of you. I usually don't try to react to the large amount of disrespect all of constantly give me and I try to ignore everyone in the back disrespecting me, disrespecting the House of Stone.

Troy pauses.

Troy: To be honest, that threshold is weakening because the more time goes on, the more I'm having a problem maintaining this indifference to all of you. As time goes on, I start to actually get frustrated by you dweebs and the fact that right now I'm not regarded as the undisputed best wrestler here in PWX. I mean what else do i have to do right? FYI in case none of you dweebs fully understand, I am the PWX World Heavyweight Champion of Divinity and as I speak I'm the longest reigning champion in PWX history. And counting. I've done something no one has ever done. no one has ever gotten to five months holding championship until now. And yet when I look at these Mt. Rushmores, the more I become offended because I look at most of the common names on there and then I notice how rarely my name is on any of them.

It's always the same names. John Pariah, Adam Stryker, Hollywood, Zion, Wrath even. All of those names and no I'm not saying that they aren't great wrestlers or haven't done great things, I'm just asking why am I not on that list? Most importantly, why am I not the unquestioned top head of said Mt. Rushmore? Why isn't this a nobrainer I don't understand. I honestly don't understand all of you and your logic and if I tried to understand it I wouldn't be able to because you can't explain things that are nonsensical.

Troy pauses again.

Troy: I don't know what else I have to do in order for the spotlight, MY spotlight, to be on me and me only. I see Tiami Tyler trying to make herself seem relevant, screwing over my babe and saying that it's the Tiami Tyler Show while trying to steal MY spotlight. She has no right to do so. And Adam Stryker and John Pariah walk around here, the people that all of you get behind and put on a pedestal and try to make them seem superhuman when you got the World Champion of Divinity, the Almighty COOLEST and SEXIEST man in the world right here in Troy stone. You give them MY spotlight. Just like you give Wrath MY spotlight when he attacks me from being. When he tasers me, cost me opportunities to make history. You all seem to think that's just fine. It's just fine for everyone to take away my spotlight when all of them don't deserve it!

Troy pauses again. This time, he finally faces the camera with a serious expression on his face.

Troy: I just don't understand. I don't understand how I have to steal show after show after show for all of you dweebs to get the memo that right now Troy Stone is the only omnipotent wrestler in this company. The only unconquerable individual right now. I don't know what else I have to do and sure all of you dweebs are probably saying that I'm feeling pretty jaded because for once you would be right. I am jaded. I'm jaded over the fact that all of you continue to steal my spotlight and for what? Because I've been able to do everything that I've said I would do the moment I step foot in this company? is it because I had a dream to become the best wrestler under God and I'm succeeding while all of you toil away yours lives, working minimum wage while failing to live your own American Dream? It's not fair that you all can take away something that belongs to ME because all of you can't measure up in life. Just like it's not fair for all of you to not put me at the top of your best ofs list. Just like it's unfair for everyone in the back to slight me because I've managed to reach the top doing whatever it took. It's unfair for you the fans to live your lives trying your damnest to ruin mine. Ruin the ONE thing no one can take away from me.

MY spotlight.

MY glory.

MY power.

Troy looks at the camera.

Troy: And Wrath's trying to do the same thing. I get why all of you are behind him and put your burdens, your failures on his back in hopes that he can finally beat me tomorrow night at Hostile Takeover with this championship on the line. I get it. Wrath is ignorant. Just like all of you. And just like all of you, Wrath is doubting my legitimacy. My relevance, my supremacy. Every fabric that make sup Troy Stone he has doubted and all of you have done the same without consequence. Because it's easy. it's easy to doubt and slight something greater than anything all of you have seen. it's easy because none of you understand what it took for me to get to this point. You Wrath and all these dweebs haven't walked in my shoes, wake up at 7 in the morning with less than 4 hours of sleep just to do cardio with the idea of winning everything for my glory. None of you can understand that.

So you pick away.

You try to even put me on the same level as all of you. In fact Wrath, you and these dweebs have the nerve to actually put ME, ME, Troy Stone, BENEATH all of you. Offensive. That is nothing but offensive to ME given EVERYTHING that I have done. I heard your words and you make it seem as if I just woke up one day and the World Heavyweight Championship just felt right into my lap. You're the guy that says this company's the best and you want to represent them but yet you'll turn right back around and say the people that I've beaten aren't worthy. And yet you see yourself as the guy everyone should represent while you underhandedly say double standards unknowing to these dweebs. And how would they notice that Wrath?

They're simple minded.

You appeal to these people because it's easy. It doesn't take much to get these people on your side. it doesn't take much to be the people's champion. Bah as if that means anything. No one in the back could do what I've done in nine months. But wait, I'm the one without work ethnic right Wrath? is that what you really believe? Do you really believe someone who won the Evo Championship, challenged John Pariah and BEAT John Pariah in his own hometown, the World Grand Prix and win the World Heavyweight Championship in four months isn't a sign of work ethnic? FYI what about the Stone Cold Gauntlet? What about the reason people like Abigail Lindsay are in PWX? because of me. because of the open gauntlet I have issued to EVERYONE in this business. That's what the Stone Cold Gauntlet was about. Giving everyone in and outside this company a chance to prove me wrong when i say I'm the World Heavyweight Champion of Divinity. And yet you want to find a way to say I don't have WORK ETHNIC?!

How dare you undermine my stroke of genius. The Stone Cold Gauntlet, my greatest creation. A creation that should be carried down in PWX lore for as long as this company still stands. And yet you and these dweebs can't appreciate MY GENIUS? You wanna take away MY brainchild? The Stone Cold Gauntlet is an extension of the spotlight that I have and the spotlight I deserve. No one else deserves my spotlight Wrath. Sure I get it, we have a lot of people in this company doing great things. Calliban may be annoying but that kid for some reason keeps fighting and believe or not he's actually starting to win a few matches. Who knew? John Pariah is having his match of the night matches even though he continues to be outside the top spot and yet all of you don't see that this man can only perform when being the top man in this company isn't at stake.

But that's a guy you respect Wrath.

A guy like John Pariah. An attention whore like John Pariah who can continue to ignore the fact that he has never won this championship one time. I understand titles don't mean everything. hell i'm the one that made that statement. But you see Wrath, people like you, me, Pariah, Stryker, we're regarded as the top people in this company. We're the marquee names. We're the elite and so everything we do is looked at a bit closer. Our expectations are set higher because we are above the normal wrestler. Peyton Manning is one of the greatest QBs ever and yet all people talk about is his postseason record because someone that great; the normal is easy. What comes down to it between people like us is who can take the top spot.

You've done it before and these dweebs still think you're the uncrowned champ when you held the title when this company went down. let's remind people that when it opened back up Wrath you won and then only held it for a month. For someone that says they're the greatest wrestler this company has ever seen, when you were given time you couldn't hold on to this. But yet you'll say I'm lazy when you picked up your ball and you went home once you lost the big one. One month.

And yet you have the nerve to undermine me.

Like everyone else. And BTW since you yourself has said that I'm champion only because of Hollywood and Zion, since you didn't obviously look this stuff up, you failed to understand that I won this title BEFORE we join forces. Truth is they came to me, not the other way around because in three months Wrath since you clearly missed this part, I created the House of Stone and then in those three months, became the World Champion. I created my kingdom with my own bare hands Wrath. I DID THAT! Not Hollywood, not Zion; Troy Stone. I'm the hardest working man in this business. Every single night I steal the show IN SPITE of everyone. In spite of everyone.

But that's not the story everyone wants to hear.

No one wants to hear about that 18 year old kid from Orlando, Florida who had to convince his family that he wasn't crazy for wanting to be a wrestler. No one wants to hear how that kid spent two years training and then the first six years of his career paying his dues, perfecting his craft; working his way up the ladder of this business until he got his big break. No one wants to hear that story Wrath. Because that's story's mine and according to all of you, everything that I have isn't deserved. And that's offensive. Especially given how little all of you dweebs have in comparison to all that I have achieved.

You say my ego isn't deserved but what else do I have to do huh Wrath? What more do I have to do to make your asinine opinion accurate? Exactly because it's just that; asinine. Just like the PWX fans when they don't put me in their top tens, when they don't recognize me as the best right away. Asinine. Just like it's asinine that you think you can knock me out for ten seconds and take away my championship. Especially given EVERYTHING that I have done to get here. You just think i'm going to get it up that easily. Because that's the Happy ending everyone wants to see.

I get it.

I understand that no matter what I do, I'm just never going to get my due Wrath. I never will and I have to admit that when it comes to popularity, I will never triumph you. And I will probably never been in the majority of those bets of list. But as I speak Wrath it's dawn on me that those lists are just that. Imaginary. They don't exist. Like everyone's opinion. They don't exist. because they don't matter. The only thing that matters is MY spotlight.

Everyone says sharing is caring Wrath but it's not. Especially with someone the caliber of Troy Stone. I deserve the right to share my spotlight with no one. No one deserves to be under my light, no one deserves to be talked about more, no one deserves to be the epicenter more than Troy STone. i want to be everything Wrath. EVERYTHING and when it comes to PWX, I've shattered expectations around here. longest reigning World Champ in history. And counting. Longest Evolution Champion in history. All in nine hours. I've done what no one can do Wrath nor have they ever done it. No one can take that away from me.

My status has transcended PWX.

And that was my goal. To become something his company has never seen before. Someone with enough power that PWX can't contain it. I have that power. I'm the head of the faction that runs things around here. i have the most valuable item in this company. The only person in recent history to MAKE this title rather than the other way around Wrath. but I want more. this isn't enough power for me. No one has truly sat on top of professional wrestling as the best. Sure these dweebs have said who they think is the bets in the world but no one has truly sat on top. No one has truly been the King or Queen of wrestling.

I'm going to be that person.

I'm going to be the person that sits on top as I beat EVERYONE from everywhere because Troy can beat anyone from any promotion. And I stand by that open gauntlet that I've given the wrestling world because none of the guys in those promotions are divinity. None are like Troy Stone. But I have to go through them to get to that throne. i have to beta you to keep marching on spite of everyone else. And I will. I'mn at a disadvantage. This is your match. But I'm divine and that cancel;s out everything. No one thought I would last this long as champion and I have. I continue to shatter people's expectations of what a wrestler can accomplish. But it's not enough. it's not enough being the undisputed greatest wrestler this company has ever seen Wrath. When i beat you tomorrow, when i withstand you and these people, I will keep marching, I will keep stealing the show and I'll keep beating everyone people say is the best. Because only one person will be able to the true king of professional wrestling. I'm starting to become higher than divinity. Only one person cna do that Wrath. only one person is destined to eb the greatest ever.

Me.

The Absolute COOLEST and SEXIEST man in the world.

Troy Stone.

World Heavyweight of Eternity.