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The news shows more updates on the missing child name Kaylee, the mother was once again arrested last night Samantha: “Can you believe that? What if she had something to do with her Daughter being missing. It’s terrible” Sam mouths at me as she hears the news while doing dishes. The disgust in her voice is the disgust the entire world has as they watch this unfold. Scum. That’s what I say. “It’s terrible, babe” I say as she turns around. She starts to get a little pudge around her usually tight stomach. I just smile. Samantha: “Why are you smiling?” “You. Your little pudge at your stomach. It’s cute” I say and she grabs my hand and smirks. Samantha: “Well, let’s hope I don’t go outrageous and kill the child and you.” “I don’t see that happening babe. See, we’ve got it made. We don’t have any problems so it shouldn’t be a problem” she smiles at me and I continue to eat my Chinese. Samantha: “You ever think we’ll have more than one kid?” she asks, her back turned to me and I just roll my eyes. “Whatever you want, dear.” Stop to pretend, stop pretending It seems this game is simply never ending “Hi Maria. Yes, I’m taking care of your daughter. Yes, she’s eating right. I mean, I can’t stop her from eating” Which is true, after all, because she finished the Chinese takeout I ordered and she never does that. Samantha: “Is that mom? Tell her I said hi! No… let me talk to her!” Samantha shouts and I hand her the phone. She starts to jabber along in her native tongue so I leave the room. She always goes into these things with her mother and I only know so much Spanish. I head into the other room to flip on the television and I see another story about Kaylee. Immediately I change the channel and catch the middle of a Red Sox game. Samantha: “No, daddy, he’s fine. He’s a great guy who… well, that was in the past… he won’t do it again daddy. I promise” she hangs up the phone and I just cock an eyebrow at her. “What was that all about?” Samantha: “You know daddy. He thinks you’re no good for me.” “Well he can…” Before I finish my sentence I feel my phone buzz and I flip it up to see the following: Hey man, Congrats on the title match I gave yea, solid match. But I've got some bad news. I know you dig Miami and whatever but I think you need to move out here to England. I can set you up with a nice place on the Lakeshore which is killer. I hate to do this shit to you but it'll cut down on our travel budget and we need more money for the rest of the HIW talent. Hit me back. - Scorpio Ah in the sun, sun having fun it's in my blood I just can't help it, don't want you here right now So after Scorpio drops the bombshell on me, I lie in our bed reading a magazine about guitars as Sam slides in on the other side. “So… we both had a rough day. Maybe we could release some…” Samantha: “There’s lotion in the bathroom. Release it yourself.” “What the fuck is your problem?” I ask and she sits up quickly and glares a look at me. Samantha: “Do you want to move to England?” “This is a chance of a lifetime, Sam. Look, I’m fighting for a championship again sure I said I was done in the spotlight and with Scorpio doing me better then me I though I was, but he tells me he can get us some sweet endorsements which means more money. That means…” Samantha: “That means moving again. How many times are we going to move Johnny? I mean we’ve been here for two years and before that it was New York and before that, Washington. I’m done moving, Johnny. And what happens if HIW turns out like GCW or JWF, huh? Are we going to have to move again?” she screams at me and I can see tears running down her face. Samantha: “I just want some security knowing that while I’m pregnant, I don’t have to worry about anything. I just want some security.” “Hun, if something happens to HIW then we’ll stay in England. Look at it as an experience of a life time. It’s a place we’ve never lived before, the cities are a lot nicer than Miami, and we can finally settle down. Plus, I won’t have to fly back and forth home to take care of our child” I try and sway her and she sighs and wipes her eyes. Samantha: “But this thing with Scorpio becoming you its...I’ll sleep on it” she whispers through her sobs and turns her back to me. I hope she’s alright with this. She’s taking the pregnancy thing hard anymore. I close my magazine and turn off the lights. I place my arm around her waist and she grabs my hand. A new beginning. I can hardly wait. Work hard and say it's easy, do it just to please me Tomorrow will be different, so I'll pretend I'm leaving *** "Retire? Figures the bitch finally gets a match that could make his sorry ass and he is ready to hang it up. Well son I don't know how they treat yea at ICW, but here you play that bitch bullshit with me I'm going to treat you like a bitch" "I'm about to make you famous dawg, your about to me my bitch for the night!" "Get it right Eric, Your a passing fad, hell that's why were becoming a CAW feed to move away from Fads" "I’m not about fads. I’m about what is permanent. I’m about cementing my status as the greatest. I don’t want to win a chance at being the greatest and have it fall through. I don’t need to win matches to get a shot at being great. I’m simply just great." "Eric Young isn’t." "Why do you think Verne Troyer booked this match?" "Oh yes I went there! How long did you think I would let this fad go? It was cute back in PCW, now I want my gimmick back!" "I liked you better when you had the frohawk and Original." "Holding back no more dawg, I've let you run around with my catchphrase and my Style, facts are Scorpio your killing HIW with having no heart and your killing your character by walking around like me." "Next you'll be holding your finger to your lip, doing a sad dance routine to 'Just the Two of us' "What you going to fire me dawg? Me? then who would be champion of this welfare promotion?" "SCORPIO FINALLY BECOMES CHAMP" "Facts are facts, Chocolate is like catnip for clones..." Points and grabs his crotch "...this shit right here is catnip for are dear ol' Charimen" "Fucking tired of this fourth rate wrestlers...Tired of Eric Young being called champion" "I’ve said it plenty of times. All I hold are main event championships. Sure I have had a handful of television championship reign, but what do you know me for? You know me for my two history making JWF and TEWF championship reigns. You are known to be the guy who bitched about being champion" "WOW I am just eating you fucks alive!" "Lets face it Eric, You don’t have anything on me, kid. You can talk a big game but as we’ve seen numerous times that doesn’t matter against me. You can bark the biggest bark but you’re going to be the bitch in this match. You’re going to be the one I can bend in ways a human isn’t supposed to bend. You’re going to feel pain like you’ve never felt it and you’ll thank me after it’s over." "I’ll help you realize your potential." "What is your potential? Your potential is being a quieter. Up until now, no one cared about you. No one knew your name outside of the midcard. Now you want to step up to the one they call the best and try and take what he has worked so hard to keep? You’re going to try and take his status here in this world of ares?" "Yea, it can't be done, not even if you don my face and jack my phrase" "Shit I'm on fire, looks like I found my 'S' Factor" "Tell me Eric, what advantage you have over me in this match." "Experience? You don’t have any experience over me because I’ve been in numerous world championship matches and you haven’t. It’s like if I were to some how become really, really bad and quit every big match I was in. You have experience in that field and I don’t. I never want experience in that field." "Versatility? I’ve seen aerial, submission, technical, power, and everything in between and they have all fallen in a broken mess. They have all realized that the only thing they could do is become a broken heap of mess for someone to clean up after the match." "Desire? Do you realize that I'm looking at world Championship number 8? Do you realize how many people I killed for my Hall of Fame status? To be honest I’ve gotten attached to being the fucking best. I have all the desire in the world to keep this winning and adding championships and to continue to prove everyone wrong. After you, Eric, who is left? I’ve beaten everyone on this roster, that matters, at least once already. My desire is to keep it off wrestlers like you. I have to because you all will ruin the name of HIW." "I can’t be replace, ask Scorp he'll tell yea" "When you think HIW, what is the first name to come into your mind? Johnny Styles. When you think Elite champion, who’s name pops up? The Rock, I mean Johnny Styles. You don’t think Eric Young or Anarchy Andy or Edge or anyone else. You think of me because I am the staple of this company and of this GAME!" "Your about to find out about a real eXpert" (Yes I'm already saying Im the champ, prove me wrong bitch) that it will give them the edge in our fight." "No, it definitely won’t." "Bring all the talk you want. I just gave you facts about how I’m better than you. You’ll bring recycled promos from other promotions to try and intimidate me. Spare them, please. I’ve heard them all eight times over. You can tell me that I’ve been saying the same things over and over again. I love that one. I do because people don’t listen." "I’m sure you won’t either." "This match isn’t going to be fun for you. This match is going to be proverbial rape. There is nothing you can do to stop it so you’re just going to take it. I’ve done this too many times so I know what I’m doing. Hell, to change things up I might throw an American flag over you and fuck you for old glory’s sake." "I’ll make you my Real American Bitch." lil wayne - mr. carter |