Chapter VI: The Ultimate Showdown
Johnny Kaid sat slumped over the bar, a half-empty bottle of whiskey clutched tightly in his hand. His eyes were glazed, and his once-proud posture had given way to a defeated hunch. The world around him was a blur of neon lights, clinking glasses, and muffled voices. The noise of the bar had long since faded into the background, leaving him alone with his thoughts—thoughts he desperately tried to drown in the amber liquid.
He had given up drinking years ago, knowing all too well the poor decisions and clouded judgment that came with it. But now, with wrestling gone and the world spiraling into chaos, Johnny had nothing left to hold onto. He was a broken man, consumed by the weight of his failures. And so he drank, hoping that somehow the whiskey would wash away the pain, even if only for a moment.
In the corner of the bar, someone was singing karaoke—a slow, mournful rendition of "With My Baby Tonight," a song that had once been made famous by Double J. The singer's voice was shaky, the words slurred, and the crowd wasn't impressed. Someone in the back shouted, "That song sucks ass!" before launching into a drunken tirade about how Double J had plagiarized the song from another country singer. A scuffle broke out, with chairs and fists flying, but Johnny barely noticed. He was too far gone to care.
The bartender, a grizzled old man who had seen too many broken souls pass through his doors, watched Johnny with a mixture of pity and concern. He leaned over the bar and gently placed a hand on Johnny's arm. "I think you've had enough, son," he said softly, trying to take the bottle from Johnny's grasp.
Johnny's grip tightened, and he glared at the bartender with bloodshot eyes. "This is all I have left," he muttered, his voice thick with despair. "Wrestling is gone... there's nothing left for me."
The bartender sighed and tried again, this time more firmly. "That's enough, Johnny. You're gonna kill yourself if you keep going like this."
But before the bartender could wrest the bottle away, a chair came flying out of nowhere, striking Johnny square in the back of the head. The force of the blow sent him crashing to the floor, the world spinning into darkness as he lost consciousness.
When Johnny opened his eyes, he found himself in a strange, dreamlike landscape. The bar was gone, replaced by a misty void filled with faint echoes of cheering crowds and the distant strains of entrance music. He stood in the center of it all, alone and disoriented, until a group of small figures emerged from the mist.
They were children, dressed in costumes resembling their favorite WWE Superstars. Each one bore a striking resemblance to the heroes of the past—tiny versions of John Cena, The Undertaker, Becky Lynch, and others. The smallest of them, a bald boy with a beaming smile, stepped forward. His shirt read "Connor's Cure," and Johnny's heart sank as he realized who he was seeing.
"Hi, Johnny," the boy said, his voice filled with warmth and innocence. "My name's Connor. Me and my friends, we were Make-A-Wish kids. The WWE Superstars made our wishes come true before... before we had to go."
Johnny's eyes filled with tears as he looked at the children. He knew their stories—their bravery, their love for wrestling, and the incredible strength they had shown despite their circumstances. They had fought their own battles with courage, never giving up, even when the odds were against them.
Connor took Johnny's hand, his small fingers gripping tightly. "We know you're feeling lost, Johnny. But we believe in you, just like we believed in the WWE Superstars. They were our heroes, and so are you."
The other children nodded in agreement, their eyes shining with a golden light. "You can't give up," another child said. "We believe in you. What's your wish, Johnny?"
Johnny's heart ached as he knelt before the children. His voice trembled as he spoke, "I wish... I wish I could bring back the WWE Universe. I wish I could make things right."
The children smiled, their faces glowing with an otherworldly light. They began to circle around Johnny, their bodies radiating a warm, golden energy. As they chanted, "Be A Star," over and over again, the light grew brighter, enveloping Johnny in a cocoon of hope and power.
Suddenly, Johnny felt a surge of energy coursing through his veins. The despair that had weighed him down for so long was lifted, replaced by a renewed sense of purpose. His WWE Immortal powers, once dormant, now flared to life, stronger than ever before. He was no longer the broken man who had stumbled into the bar, but a warrior reborn.
As the light faded, Johnny found himself back in the bar, surrounded by the chaos of the ongoing brawl. He was pinned beneath a pile of bodies, but with a roar of newfound strength, he pushed them off and sprang to his feet. The patrons, now embroiled in the fight, barely had time to react before Johnny unleashed a flurry of WWE moves—clotheslines, suplexes, and powerbombs—taking down everyone in his path.
The bar had become a makeshift ring, and Johnny was the undisputed champion. He moved with the grace and precision of a seasoned wrestler, his every move a testament to the power and resilience he had regained. One by one, he laid waste to the brawlers, leaving them groaning on the floor in a daze.
When the last of his opponents had fallen, Johnny straightened up and glanced around the bar. The bartender, who had been watching in stunned silence, gave a small nod of approval. Johnny walked over to the bar, reached into his pocket, and tossed a wad of cash onto the counter. "For the mess," he said with a smirk.
As Johnny turned to leave, he paused at the door, taking one last look at the chaos he had left behind. He knew now that he couldn't give up, not when there was still a chance to set things right. The WWE Universe was gone, but he was still here, and he had the power to fight back.
With nothing left to lose and everything to gain, Johnny Kaid stepped out into the night, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. The ultimate showdown was coming, and this time, he was prepared to give it everything he had.
Johnny Kaid bursts through the lair's steel doors, his fists bruised but his resolve unshaken. He's been fighting his way through the corrupted WWE Superstars, each one falling to his newfound WWE Immortal powers. Every punch, every grapple, every signature move fueled by the energy of the Make-A-Wish kids he swore to honor. His face is grim, his eyes blazing with purpose. As he dispatches another wave of corrupted wrestlers with a brutal Spinebuster and Stone Cold Stunner combo, his voice echoes through the massive corridors.
"MAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRCUUUUUUUS!" Johnny's scream reverberates through the stone walls, each syllable carrying a mix of fury and desperation. He knows this is it. This is the endgame. The fight that will either reclaim the WWE Universe or doom it forever.
Deep within the lair, Mistah Marcus lounges in his extravagant chamber. His custom-made black and gold blazer drapes effortlessly over his imposing frame, his bright white hair glistening under the flickering light. The purple glow in his eyes pulsates with dark energy. He sits in front of a massive flatscreen, watching the torment he's unleashed across the WWE multiverse. Vince McMahon is chained to the wall in a nearby dungeon cell, a broken man, stripped of power. Vince's once-dominating voice is now reduced to pitiful pleas.
"You've really outdone yourself this time, Marcus," Vince mutters, rattling his chains. "I should've never trusted you…"
Mistah Marcus smirks, adjusting his FYM cufflinks, standing over Vince with an air of superiority. "Oh, Vince. The problem with you is that you always thought you could control everything, didn't you? Well, you failed. Look at you now." He steps closer, eyes gleaming with sinister intent. "I can't have my new world associated with a criminal like you. You're old news, just like the WWE."
He turns, snapping his fingers. Out of the shadows emerge Rikishi and Jim Ross, but their bodies have been grotesquely altered. Their already massive forms have grotesque, swollen proportions, especially their backsides. Mistah Marcus grins as he orders Rikishi, "Back that ass up on Vince's face." Vince's eyes widen in terror as Rikishi moves forward, his enormous rear growing even larger.
"No! Please, Marcus, don't do this!" Vince begs, but his voice is drowned out by Mistah Marcus's laughter. He turns on his massive flatscreen, watching scenes of chaos across the WWE multiverses. Female WWE Superstars trapped in endless, humiliating bra and panties matches, male Superstars wrestling demons and monsters in eternal bouts of agony.
Mistah Marcus sighs contentedly, watching his work unfold. "This is the future of wrestling," he murmurs. "My future."
But his satisfaction is short-lived. An alarm blares suddenly, cutting through the dark ambiance of the lair. Mistah Marcus snaps his head towards the security feed, and there, on the screen, Johnny Kaid is fighting his way through his corrupted minions. Each move is precise, devastating—executed with the finesse and fury of a man who's got nothing left to lose. Johnny delivers a Rock Bottom to one opponent, followed by a People's Elbow, then transitions into a Pedigree, paying tribute to his fallen idols.
Mistah Marcus watches, mildly amused, shaking his head. "This goddamned cockroach…"
On the screen, Johnny Kaid stands amidst the wreckage of defeated foes. His chest heaving, blood smeared across his knuckles, but his eyes are locked on the camera. He shouts, voice hoarse but unbroken, "MARCUS! I'm done with your games. I've got nothing left to lose. You took the only thing I ever gave a damn about. Now I want it back!"
Mistah Marcus grins, standing up from his throne-like chair, the glowing energy around him intensifying. He cracks his neck, then his knuckles, as his purple eyes blaze brighter. "You want me? Fine. Let's fucking go."
The tension is palpable as Marcus turns off the TV, the room plunging into eerie silence. He walks towards the battle arena within his lair, each step echoing ominously. As he moves, dark energy swirls around him, making the air itself shimmer with malevolence. His long, white hair flows behind him like a cape, and his custom blazer seems to ripple with raw power. Marcus is ready.
Johnny Kaid steps into the massive arena—an ominous, otherworldly battleground lit only by the flickering flames of twisted torches. His heart races, his body aching, but he doesn't waver. This is his moment. His final stand.
Mistah Marcus emerges from the shadows, eyes blazing with that intense purple light, his lips curled into a cruel smile. "You really think you stand a chance, Johnny?" he taunts. "After everything I've done? After everything I've taken from you?"
Johnny's knuckles tighten into fists, blood still dripping from them. "I don't care about the odds anymore, Marcus. You're going down."
Mistah Marcus chuckles darkly, raising his arms as a vortex of dark energy surrounds him. "Let's see if you can back up those words, Kaid."
The final battle begins.
As the bell rings, Johnny Kaid and Mistah Marcus stand poised in the center of the cosmic "Ring of Destiny," the arena vibrating with the immense power of their clash. Both combatants prepare to unleash their full might, the very fabric of reality quaking in anticipation of their epic showdown.
Johnny Kaid, now empowered by the spirits and strengths of fallen WWE superstars, takes a deep breath, feeling the immense energy coursing through him. The spirits of iconic figures like The Rock, Stone Cold Steve Austin, and The Undertaker manifest within him, their power infusing his every move. His muscles bulge with newfound strength, and his eyes blaze with the combined fury and determination of those who came before him.
Mistah Marcus, with his Jarcus Mask and dark attire, channels the corrupted energies of his realm. His long white hair flows around him like a spectral storm, and his eyes glow a malevolent purple. He stands as a dark, imposing figure, every movement radiating with the malevolence of the dimensions he has conquered. The cosmic arena shimmers with his dark aura, the very air crackling with the intensity of his power.
The first move is Johnny's. He channels the spirit of The Rock, summoning the People's Elbow with a thunderous crash. Johnny leaps into the air, his elbow extended, and slams it down onto the canvas. The impact sends a shockwave of energy across the ring, shaking the entire arena. Mistah Marcus is momentarily stunned by the sheer force of the move, but he quickly recovers, his dark power absorbing the shockwave.
Mistah Marcus retaliates with his own formidable power. He raises his arms, and a swirling vortex of dark energy forms around him. With a twisted grin, he unleashes the Void of Despair, a swirling maelstrom of shadows and agony. The dark vortex engulfs Johnny Kaid, attempting to suffocate him with despair. Johnny struggles against the dark energy, his enhanced strength allowing him to partially resist the attack. Drawing on the spirits of fallen legends, Johnny summons a Spirit Shield, a radiant barrier that pushes back against the encroaching darkness, mitigating some of the damage.
Not to be outdone, Johnny channels the strength of Stone Cold Steve Austin. He delivers a series of rapid, powerful strikes known as the Stone Cold Stunner, each hit reverberating with immense force. The ground beneath them trembles with each impact, and the arena shakes as if resonating with the intensity of Johnny's moves. Mistah Marcus stumbles under the relentless assault, but his dark aura shields him from the worst of the damage.
Mistah Marcus, enraged, taps into the darkest corners of his corrupted powers. He conjures the Eclipse of Oblivion, a blinding wave of dark energy that seeks to engulf Johnny completely. The arena darkens as if night has fallen, and the shadows themselves seem to come alive, reaching out to engulf Johnny. But Johnny, drawing on the combined will of the fallen superstars, counters with the Celestial Burst, a dazzling explosion of celestial light that pierces through the darkness. The two opposing forces collide with a thunderous clash, creating a spectacle of light and shadow that lights up the arena.
The battle escalates as Johnny Kaid, feeling the immense power within him, summons the Legion of Legends. He channels the spirits of multiple legendary wrestlers, creating a phantom army of spectral warriors that materialize around him. These spectral figures deliver a relentless barrage of attacks against Mistah Marcus, each strike echoing with the power of the fallen heroes. The phantoms claw at Marcus, their ethereal forms passing through his defenses, causing him to falter momentarily.
In response, Mistah Marcus unleashes his Doomsday Wrath, a devastating wave of dark energy that absorbs the spectral warriors into its swirling darkness. The phantoms dissolve under the intense pressure of the attack, and the arena is bathed in a harrowing light as Marcus channels his full destructive power. Johnny, barely standing, draws on his last reserves of strength and channels the Phoenix Rebirth, a fiery explosion that erupts from within him, pushing back against the dark wave.
The cosmic "Ring of Destiny" is now a battleground of epic proportions. The very fabric of reality warps and twists as Johnny Kaid and Mistah Marcus exchange devastating blows. Johnny channels the power of The Undertaker for his final move, summoning the Tombstone Piledriver, lifting Mistah Marcus high into the air and slamming him down with an earth-shattering force. The impact causes a tremor that shakes the entire arena, the ring itself bending under the force of the move.
Mistah Marcus, weakened but not defeated, rises with a feral snarl. He channels his ultimate power, the Apocalypse Vortex, a colossal whirlpool of darkness that seeks to consume everything in its path. The vortex swirls with unimaginable force, threatening to collapse the entire ring into itself. Johnny, determined and unyielding, channels the combined might of all the fallen superstars. He unleashes the Eternal Vortex, a swirling maelstrom of light and energy that clashes with Marcus's darkness.
The two opposing forces collide in a cataclysmic explosion, the arena engulfed in a blinding light. The impact is so intense that it creates a shockwave that ripples through the dimensions. The cosmic "Ring of Destiny" shatters into fragments, reality itself quaking under the force of their final clash.
As the light fades and the dust settles, Johnny Kaid and Mistah Marcus are left standing amidst the ruins of the ring. Both are battered and exhausted, their powers spent from the monumental struggle. The arena is in ruins, the once vibrant cosmic spectacle now a wasteland of broken dreams and shattered hopes. The echoes of their battle reverberate through the void, a testament to the epic clash between two titans of the WWE Universe.
Johnny Kaid, despite his immense fatigue, stands tall, his spirit unbroken. Mistah Marcus, now weakened and disoriented, gazes at Johnny with a mixture of rage and awe. The final moments of their battle are filled with a tense silence, as both combatants prepare for one last decisive confrontation that will determine the fate of the WWE Universe.
As Johnny Kaid and Mistah Marcus face off in the heart of the shattered cosmic "Ring of Destiny," the battle has reached its peak intensity. Johnny, bloodied and battered, struggles to maintain his footing under the relentless assault of Mistah Marcus. The dark lord's attacks have left Johnny reeling, and the very fabric of reality around them quakes from their immense powers clashing. The cosmic arena, torn between light and darkness, vibrates with the ferocity of their conflict.
Johnny's energy is waning, his body pushed to its limits. The arena is bathed in an eerie glow as the two combatants continue their devastating clash. Just as Johnny seems on the verge of collapse, the spectral forms of legendary WWE superstars begin to materialize from the swirling mists and shadows, their ethereal presence bringing a glimmer of hope to the battle.
First to appear is The Rock, his imposing figure shimmering with the same powerful charisma that once dominated the ring. He materializes with a thunderous roar, and his presence ignites a spark of hope within Johnny. "You've got this, Johnny!" The Rock's voice echoes with authority, reverberating through the cosmic arena. "Remember what we fought for, remember the fans who believed in us!"
The Undertaker follows, his spectral form hovering above the battlefield, his eyes glowing with an ominous light. The Undertaker extends a ghostly hand toward Johnny, channeling his ancient energy into him. "Embrace the darkness, Johnny. Turn it into your strength," he intones, his voice a chilling whisper that resonates deep within Johnny's soul.
Stone Cold Steve Austin appears next, his spirit radiating with the fiery intensity that made him a legend. Austin's figure is unmistakably defiant, his presence electrifying the arena. "Give 'em Hell, Johnny! Show 'em what it means to be a true fighter!" he shouts, his voice filled with raw determination.
With these iconic figures standing by his side, Johnny's strength begins to surge. His wounds start to heal, his resolve hardening. The cosmic arena pulses with renewed life, the air crackling with a newfound intensity. The spectral superstars create a barrier of light that repels Mistah Marcus's dark onslaught, their collective energy surrounding Johnny and revitalizing him.
Johnny, now re-energized, channels the combined power of these legendary spirits. He unleashes a series of powerful moves, drawing upon the immense strength bestowed upon him. With a newfound vigor, Johnny performs the Legendary Lariat, a strike imbued with the combined might of his spectral allies. He charges forward, his arm extending in a devastating blow that connects with Mistah Marcus, sending him reeling.
Mistah Marcus, frustrated and enraged, summons a vortex of dark energy. The arena shakes violently as the two opposing forces, light and darkness, clash in a final, titanic struggle. The cosmic ring is illuminated by the intensity of their confrontation, the very essence of reality bending and warping under the force of their battle.
Johnny Kaid, now fully empowered, prepares to unleash his ultimate attack. He channels the combined strength of The Rock, The Undertaker, and Stone Cold into a single, overwhelming move. With a fierce cry, Johnny performs the Eternal Rumble, a devastating combination of rapid, powerful strikes that create a blinding storm of energy. The impact reverberates throughout the arena, creating a dazzling explosion of light.
Mistah Marcus, caught in the full force of the attack, struggles to defend himself. His dark powers are challenged by Johnny's relentless assault, and the vortex of malevolence he conjured begins to falter. Despite his efforts to counter the assault, Marcus's dark energy is being overpowered by Johnny's sheer strength and determination.
The battle between Johnny and Mistah Marcus reaches a fever pitch. Johnny continues to press his advantage, his moves becoming a blur of precision and power. Mistah Marcus retaliates with a series of dark, devastating attacks, but Johnny's renewed strength allows him to withstand the onslaught. The cosmic ring is a battleground of light and shadow, with each combatant giving their all in a desperate struggle for supremacy.
The legendary spirits, their forms fading but their energy still palpable, lend their support from the sidelines. Their presence continues to empower Johnny, providing him with the strength and resolve needed to continue the fight. The arena is filled with the echoes of their voices, urging Johnny on as he battles against the seemingly insurmountable odds.
Despite the overwhelming darkness, Johnny's resolve remains unshaken. He channels the combined might of his spectral allies into a final, decisive assault. With a roar of defiance, Johnny delivers a series of devastating blows that overwhelm Mistah Marcus. The dark lord's defenses crumble under the relentless pressure, and the cosmic ring shudders as the battle reaches its climax.
As Johnny's final move connects, the arena is engulfed in a blinding flash of light. The clash of their powers creates a cataclysmic explosion, shaking the very foundation of the cosmic ring. The outcome of the battle hangs in the balance, and the fate of the WWE Universe is determined by the final, epic confrontation between Johnny Kaid and Mistah Marcus.
With the cosmic arena on the brink of collapse, Johnny Kaid and Mistah Marcus continue their relentless battle, their powers clashing in a spectacle of light and darkness. The ultimate showdown between these two titanic forces is far from over, and the fate of the WWE Universe rests on the outcome of this final, decisive struggle.
In the aftermath of the cosmic explosion that marked the climax of their epic struggle, Johnny Kaid stands amidst the swirling remnants of battle. The arena, once a chaotic maelstrom, is now a realm of intense, concentrated energy. Johnny's body glows with the combined power and spirit of Ultimate Warrior, Macho Man Randy Savage, and Eddie Guerrero. This newfound energy fuels his resolve, and the passion for wrestling burns brightly within him.
Mistah Marcus, despite his formidable powers and dark attire, begins to falter. The energy from Johnny's final attack has weakened him, but he still stands defiant, his eyes burning with a mix of fury and disbelief. The once-ominous aura of the Jarcus Mask now flickers with uncertainty as the cosmic ring reverberates with Johnny's renewed strength.
Johnny, feeling the surge of empowerment coursing through him, channels the collective will of all those who have supported him throughout this journey. His connection to the WWE Universe, the fallen superstars, and the passionate fans gives him a strength that transcends the limits of ordinary power. With every heartbeat, Johnny's resolve grows stronger, and his power intensifies, surpassing even Mistah Marcus's dark strength.
"Is this all you've got, Marcus?" Johnny's voice echoes through the cosmic ring, imbued with a newfound authority. "You've underestimated the power of wrestling and the spirit of those who believe in it. I've got more than just the strength of legends; I've got the heart and soul of the WWE Universe!"
As Johnny Kaid advances, his presence becomes a beacon of unyielding light against the encroaching darkness. The cosmic ring itself seems to respond to his rallying cry, the fabric of reality around them warping and shifting as if to support Johnny's resurgence. The energies of the WWE Universe converge upon him, fueling his every move with incredible potency.
Mistah Marcus, recognizing the shift in power, tries to mount a defense, summoning waves of dark energy to fend off Johnny's onslaught. His attempts to unleash torrents of malevolent force are met with an overwhelming counterattack. Johnny's newfound power allows him to deflect and absorb Marcus's dark blasts, turning them back with even greater intensity.
In a moment of sheer determination, Johnny channels the collective will of the WWE Universe into a single, decisive attack. The arena blazes with radiant energy as Johnny unleashes the Cosmic Cleave, a devastating maneuver that combines the raw power of the Ultimate Warrior, the precision of Macho Man's aerial strikes, and the cunning of Eddie Guerrero's deceptions.
The Cosmic Cleave tears through the dark energy surrounding Mistah Marcus, ripping apart the defenses that had once seemed impenetrable. Marcus's eyes widen in shock and horror as Johnny's attack slams into him with unrelenting force. The cosmic ring quakes with the impact, and the very essence of darkness that had enveloped Marcus begins to dissipate.
Johnny's relentless assault continues as he unleashes a series of rapid, powerful moves. Each strike is infused with the spirit of the legendary superstars, creating a whirlwind of action that overwhelms Mistah Marcus. The energy within the cosmic ring pulsates with Johnny's every move, the air crackling with the electricity of his newfound power.
As the battle rages on, Johnny begins to gain the upper hand, driving Mistah Marcus back with every blow. The dark powers that once seemed invincible now falter in the face of Johnny's unyielding spirit and strength. Marcus's attempts to retaliate become increasingly desperate, his dark energy flickering and sputtering under the relentless pressure.
In a final, climactic moment, Johnny Kaid prepares to deliver the finishing blow. The cosmic ring is bathed in a brilliant, golden light as Johnny channels the full power of the WWE Universe into a single, crushing attack. With a roar of determination, Johnny performs the Universal Reckoning, a move that combines the force of every legendary superstar who has ever graced the WWE Universe.
The Universal Reckoning connects with Mistah Marcus, sending a shockwave of energy through the cosmic ring. The dark powers that had once seemed insurmountable are shattered, and Mistah Marcus is thrown into disarray. The very fabric of reality trembles as the final confrontation reaches its zenith.
Mistah Marcus, now battered and defeated, collapses to the ground, his dark energies dissipating into the void. The cosmic ring, once a battleground of light and shadow, is now a realm of serene illumination, the echoes of battle fading into a distant memory.
Johnny Kaid stands victorious in the center of the ring, his body still glowing with the collective power of the WWE Universe. The arena, now a symbol of hope and renewal, reflects the triumph of resilience and determination. As the energy of the cosmic ring settles, Johnny's victory signifies the restoration of balance and the beginning of a new era for the WWE Universe.
The legendary superstars who had supported Johnny throughout the battle watch with approval, their spirits a testament to the enduring power of wrestling and the unbreakable bond between the superstars and their fans. With Mistah Marcus vanquished and the cosmic ring restored, the WWE Universe is poised to rebuild and flourish once more.
Johnny Kaid's victory marks not just the end of a dark chapter but the beginning of a new journey, one where the spirit of wrestling and the strength of its heroes will continue to inspire and uplift. The cosmic ring, now a beacon of hope, stands as a reminder of the enduring power of belief and the unbreakable spirit of the WWE Universe.
Chapter VI: The Ultimate Showdown
Johnny Kaid sat slumped over the bar, a half
empty bottle of whiskey
clutched tightly in his
hand. His eyes were glazed, and his once
proud posture had given way to a defeated hunch. The
world around him was a blur of neon lights, clinking glasses, and muffled voices. The noise of
the bar had long since faded into the back
ground, leaving him alone with his thoughts
—
thoughts
he desperately tried to drown in the amber liquid.
He had given up drinking years ago, knowing all too well the poor decisions and clouded
judgment that came with it. But now, with wrestling gone and the
world spiraling into chaos,
Johnny had nothing left to hold onto. He was a broken man, consumed by the weight of his
failures. And so he drank, hoping that somehow the whiskey would wash away the pain, even if
only for a moment.
In the corner of the bar,
someone was singing karaoke
—
a slow, mournful rendition of "With My
Baby Tonight," a song that had once been made famous by Double J. The singer's voice was
shaky, the words slurred, and the crowd wasn't impressed. Someone in the back shouted, "That
song su
cks ass!" before launching into a drunken tirade about how Double J had plagiarized the
song from another country singer. A scuffle broke out, with chairs and fists flying, but Johnny
barely noticed. He was too far gone to care.
The bartender, a grizzled o
ld man who had seen too many broken souls pass through his doors,
watched Johnny with a mixture of pity and concern. He leaned over the bar and gently placed a
hand on Johnny's arm. "I think you've had enough, son," he said softly, trying to take the bottl
e
from Johnny's grasp.
Johnny's grip tightened, and he glared at the bartender with bloodshot eyes. "This is all I have
left," he muttered, his voice thick with despair. "Wrestling is gone... there's nothing left for me."
The bartender sighed and tried aga
in, this time more firmly. "That's enough, Johnny. You're
gonna kill yourself if you keep going like this."
But before the bartender could wrest the bottle away, a chair came flying out of nowhere,
striking Johnny square in the back of the head. The force
of the blow sent him crashing to the
floor, the world spinning into darkness as he lost consciousness.
When Johnny opened his eyes, he found himself in a strange, dreamlike landscape. The bar was
gone, replaced by a misty void filled with faint echoes of c
heering crowds and the distant strains
of entrance music. He stood in the center of it all, alone and disoriented, until a group of small
figures emerged from the mist.
They were children, dressed in costumes resembling their favorite WWE Superstars. Each
one
bore a striking resemblance to the heroes of the past
—
tiny versions of John Cena, The
Undertaker, Becky Lynch, and others. The smallest of them, a bald boy with a beaming smile,
stepped forward. His shirt read "Connor's Cure," and Johnny's heart sank a
s he realized who he
was seeing.
Chapter VI: The Ultimate Showdown
Johnny Kaid sat slumped over the bar, a half-empty bottle of whiskey clutched tightly in his
hand. His eyes were glazed, and his once-proud posture had given way to a defeated hunch. The
world around him was a blur of neon lights, clinking glasses, and muffled voices. The noise of
the bar had long since faded into the background, leaving him alone with his thoughts—thoughts
he desperately tried to drown in the amber liquid.
He had given up drinking years ago, knowing all too well the poor decisions and clouded
judgment that came with it. But now, with wrestling gone and the world spiraling into chaos,
Johnny had nothing left to hold onto. He was a broken man, consumed by the weight of his
failures. And so he drank, hoping that somehow the whiskey would wash away the pain, even if
only for a moment.
In the corner of the bar, someone was singing karaoke—a slow, mournful rendition of "With My
Baby Tonight," a song that had once been made famous by Double J. The singer's voice was
shaky, the words slurred, and the crowd wasn't impressed. Someone in the back shouted, "That
song sucks ass!" before launching into a drunken tirade about how Double J had plagiarized the
song from another country singer. A scuffle broke out, with chairs and fists flying, but Johnny
barely noticed. He was too far gone to care.
The bartender, a grizzled old man who had seen too many broken souls pass through his doors,
watched Johnny with a mixture of pity and concern. He leaned over the bar and gently placed a
hand on Johnny's arm. "I think you've had enough, son," he said softly, trying to take the bottle
from Johnny's grasp.
Johnny's grip tightened, and he glared at the bartender with bloodshot eyes. "This is all I have
left," he muttered, his voice thick with despair. "Wrestling is gone... there's nothing left for me."
The bartender sighed and tried again, this time more firmly. "That's enough, Johnny. You're
gonna kill yourself if you keep going like this."
But before the bartender could wrest the bottle away, a chair came flying out of nowhere,
striking Johnny square in the back of the head. The force of the blow sent him crashing to the
floor, the world spinning into darkness as he lost consciousness.
When Johnny opened his eyes, he found himself in a strange, dreamlike landscape. The bar was
gone, replaced by a misty void filled with faint echoes of cheering crowds and the distant strains
of entrance music. He stood in the center of it all, alone and disoriented, until a group of small
figures emerged from the mist.
They were children, dressed in costumes resembling their favorite WWE Superstars. Each one
bore a striking resemblance to the heroes of the past—tiny versions of John Cena, The
Undertaker, Becky Lynch, and others. The smallest of them, a bald boy with a beaming smile,
stepped forward. His shirt read "Connor's Cure," and Johnny's heart sank as he realized who he
was seeing.