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[Forward] People make me laugh. They put up little barriers up to block people they care about from seeing what is really getting to them. Its funny really, you push the people you love away because your to damn selfish and afraid that people are going to see you for what you truly are. Top open up to someone is something many people can’t do. Its funny they want to, they sometime need to, but they don’t because they are afraid of being hurt. People have different ways to deal with this, some bottle it up, other beat the shit out of people, some drink away the pain, others make others feel pain. I really wonder why putting others through pain is the most popular. Does putting other through pain give you that good feeling? What the fuck is the world coming to. When people blame each other for every little fucking thing. I don’t fucking get it.
[Roleplay] Cody Carson sat in the local bar and watched the TV program. Best Damn is on.The Best Damn guys get comfortable as they come back from commercial. Brandi is seen leaning over talking to John Sally. As Chris Rose gets her attention. " Ok, Welcome back to Best Damn..." said one of the hosts Chris Rose as he cleared his throat. " Now, a little segment we like to call Rapid fire." He looked at Brandi as she began to rub her hands together "Let's do it" Brandi chimed in. "Alright, Who wrote War and Peace?" Chris asked " Tolstow." Brandi answered quickly. "Describe yourself in five words:" Chris winked “Compassionate, loyal, obsessive, professional, driven.” Brandi smirked back at him. " When you sleep at night, nightgown or nude?" as he leaned forward awaiting the answer. " Nude " Brandi giggled. "Choose, Sean Walsh or Sean Lane?" barked out Chris. " Neither " Brandi shook her head with disgust. "Better lovers Wrestlers or Baseball players?" Chris smiled. She nodded her head "Baseball players, they make much better lovers." "Now, my lovely, if You and Jalie Thomas were out for dinner, and she was choking on her food would you perform mouth to mouth on her?" Licking her lips Brandi answered “Oh hell yeah! Jalie's my girl of course I would....sorry Seth, but you're woman is a total hottie" Brandi blew a kiss to the camera. "Ok, ok last one in a movie about your life who would play you?" He raised his eyebrow. "Jenna Jameson" Brandi said as she got a round of applause for her answers. "Well, now there's nothing that will top that answer." Chris said, he leaned over and shook Brandi's hand. "As always Ms. James the pleasure has been ours." He turned and pointed to the camera. "The book is called ( Leather and Lace: The rise of a Wrestling Goddess.) by Brandi James go out and get the book today folks. "Hottest biography ever, go get your copy." Brandi held up the book to the camera as the show fades out. Cody chugged the rest of his beer and slammed the bottle down, shattering it. The bartended looked at him. “What the hell man?” “Sorry.” Cody said sarcastically as he stood and walk out of the bar. <<>>> Brandi James stepped out of the limo and stretched. She looked around at her place and smiled. The limo driver walked up behind her. “Do you need me any more miss?” “No Thank you Allan.” Brandi replied, not even looking at him. She crossed her arms and sighed. “What troubles you miss?” asked Allan. “Allan, can I ask you something?” Brandi started. “Of course.” “Do you believe in love? Like there is one person that your destine to be with?” Brandi asked with a sigh. Allan had moved away and a man we all know to well had his head beside Brandi’s “Yes, I do.” Cody Carson wrapped his arms around Brandi and she jumped. She turned to face him and was shocked to see him. Cody forced a smile even though his eyes deceived him. “Cody…” Brandi said, but was cut off but Cody Carson. “Brandi, I have loved you for a long time…” Cody pushed out. “I still am confused on my decision… but.” Brandi opened her mouth to say something and Cody took his shot. He kissed her. She pulled away and looked at him. "Carson" Brandi's voice raised a bit, as she took a few steps back. " What are you doing here?" “Brandi, I needed to see you. We have to talk face to face.” Cody took a step forward and grabbed he by the arms. “Brandi, Its me. Its good old Cody.” Brandi looked into his eyes. “No Cody, you have changed. For the better. But I miss the glow in your eyes. And why do you have to talk? I told you everything on the Phone.” “I don‘t believe you Brandi.” "Why? Why don't you believe me?" Brandi looked down at the ground, and not into Cody's eye's. "You shouldn't have come." Brandi turned toward her front door. "I've made yet another mistake. I should have not said or wrote a thing. It's like I'm cursed. I never mean to harm anyone." She shook her head. “If it hurt me so bad, why would I be here?” Cody said, as he pulled her close and made her look at him. “Look at me and tell me you don’t love me. Look at me and tell me that everything in that letter was bull shit.” "Everything in that letter was true." said Brandi "but, I felt like I had to bare my soul. I also wrote letters to Sparks and Lane. Ask Jalie about her letter. I care for you Cody, but I could never expect you to leave Carmen. I don't believe you love me that much." she said as she wiggled away. "Cody, what you had for me was a crush, they hurt, and I know that. If they didn't they would be called something else." Cody turned away from her. “Only a crush.” He echoed. “Only a crush!” He screamed, and turned to face her who looked shock at the look on Carson’s face. “Do you know why I went out with Carmen? Because she reminded me of you. No matter how much I tried when I rolled over in the morning I say you. No matter who it was with. Carmen, Melory anyone. They reminded me of you. Carmen knew that, she could see it in me when ever I seen a picture of you. No matter what, you where there.” Cody now had tears In his eyes. “I didn‘t want that, But I lived with it every day since I was 10. When you sat back and watched me fight for my life every day at school. When I asked you out and you turned me down… No matter what I have had to live with a curse of you. Now I find out how you feel and I start question everything. Everything!!! I question the man I am god damn it. Now if that a crush I would hate to see what love it.” Brandi stood there speechless, which is hard to do to someone that always has something to say., she opened her mouth to say something but was blinded but the bright lights of a black hummer. Brandi looked past Cody, as the lights to the black Hummer dim. "Cody, I've been trying to tell you now is not a good time." Brandi softly said to him. Cody turned at looked as a man got out of the hummer. Cody glanced back at Brandi. “Beckett.” Brandi nodded slowly. The grin that crossed Cody’s face scared her. Cody slipped away into the darkness as Josh Beckett walked up to Brandi. "Hey, baby" Beckett said as he wrapped his arms around her. "Hey, gorgeous. I was starting to think you got into an accident or something." Brandi looked up at him batted her long eyelashes. Beckett leaned over and rub his nose against Brandi's. "Brandi, you know if I had to I'd crawl to come see you baby." Brandi smiled as she tenderly kissed Josh. "So cute baby." Brandi looked to her left then her right, with no sight of Carson. As Josh softly kissed her neck. "Mmmm, I'll be right back, got something for you." Josh began to walk to his Hummer as Brandi quickly ran to him grabbing his hand. "Baby, it's dark out, don't leave me alone." Josh looked and then chuckled. "Since when are you afraid of the dark?" “Since the dark is a Deadly place.” came Cody’s voice. “Cody… Cody Carson.” Josh asked as he looked at Brandi. Brandi gulped and Cody smiled in the shadows. “The one and only.” Brandi’s heart started to race. “What is he doing here?” Josh whispered to Brandi. Who didn’t reply. “Where are you Cody?” Josh asked. No reply. “Brandi you should come with me to the hummer.” Brandi agreed, knowing that she is save because Cody Carson is in love with her. She knows Josh is at risk of taking a beating but Cody wouldn’t seriously hurt him. The two get to the hummer and Josh turned to her. “Why is Cody sneaking around in the shadows?” Brandi didn’t reply. She couldn’t tell Josh way. She looked at the ground and josh knew why. “The reason we broke up the first time?” He asked. Again brandi stayed quiet. “I knew it.” Josh said as he got into the hummer. “Josh, don‘t leave.” He smirked and put the hummer into reverse. As he pulled away Cody came up beside Brandi. She started to pound on his chest with tears running down her face. “Why Cody Carson? ” She asked. “Brandi, look at me.” He said. “I‘m not whole. I’m nothing. Carmen is gone, you won’t have anything to do with me. And I have nothing.” "He'll be back." she said as she wiped her tears. “Your not listening brandi. Did anything I said earlier hit you. I am nothing with out you. And I don’t want anyone to make me nothing.” Cody took a step into the drive way and started down it. Brandi started screaming at Cody."I don't get what the hell you're doing. You had no right coming here. You should have told me." Brandi glared down the driveway and started walking down it. "I blame you for what just happened. I love you, Cody, that's true. But I had to review the way I should love you. But one thing I knew for sure, tonight, I was definitely going to let Josh love the hell of me." Brandi caught up to Cody, and looked him square in the eyes. " I was going to let him, love me over & over, again.” Cody walked past her, not even looking at her. “Do what you have to.” He mumbled as he walked by with his head down. “What? Now that he’s Gone you have nothing to say… Jesus Cody, you have no Fucking clue?” Brandi said, as she crossed her arms. And walked up toward the house. Cody turns to her. “No Clue? You where the one that told be to let my heart guide me. Not another part of my body.” she stopped. “What’s wrong Brandi, Did the big bad Cody strike a nerve that you hate.” Cody paused. “I shouldn‘t have ever stood up to Walsh. I should have let…” Cody paused. "What? Should have what?" Brandi saaid. “That’s right, you didn‘t know did you.” Cody said not enjoying it in the least. “After you left the RWA, Myself and Walsh… Walsh ran your name, you life and everything you where into the ground. He talked about killing you, killing you little lover boy Beckett… who you never shut up about… But one person stood up for you. Before Seth, before Jalie before everyone. I stood in Walsh’s face. No matter how many times he knocked me down I wouldn’t let him get even remotely close to you. You see Brandi, that’s when my crush was buried. But you, never knew that… and you will never know how much I sacrificed for you.” Brandi began to laugh as she raised her eyebrow. "You expect me to believe Walsh was jealous of Josh, and was going to kill us both?" Brandi shut her eyes, and took a deep breath then opened her eyes back up. "You're right, I'll never know how much you gave up for me. What you did to defend while I was off trying to get Walsh out of my system, but I can't believe that he would do that. He had a lot of issues, but I doubt me, moving on with someone else was one of them." “You see that’s just it. Walsh still loved you no matter what he said or how he acted. You made Walsh, not the other way around. And you knew Walsh… He was unpredictable. When you where around he was unstoppable.” Cody shook his head. “And you call me clueless.” "Well, that was an act I didn't see that he did. I knew I made him." Brandi snarled "That I'm not clueless about, any man I'm with I make. Be it, Lane ,Sparks or the so called great Shawn Walsh. Hell Josh is a better pitcher because of me. He even knows that he is." Brandi softens her voice."Cody, I want to be married, I want to have kids. I think I'm over wrestling, I barely have the desire anymore. What I do what is a loving husband. Walsh use to be that, but as usually his mental issues hurt us." “Your so full of you self sometime.” Cody looked at her. “I know something that could destroy your happy little life with your so called better man, Josh.” Cody sighed. “I am almost to the point to telling you but you wouldn‘t believe me.” Brandi smirked. "Go for it... You think you can?" “You got a car? I‘ll show you.” Cody said walking up to her. "Show me?" Brandi raised her eyebrow "just spit it out?" “Do you have a car or not?” Cody said bluntly. “I‘m not going to tell you, I‘m going to make you see for yourself.” "Of cou..." Before Brandi could get the rest of the sentence out of her mouth. Josh's black Hummer pulled back in the driveway. Brandi looked at Cody "Don't need a car, got myself a badass truck." Cody looked sicken to see Josh. He glared at Brandi, as she ran to Josh in his arms "Hey goregous." She throw her arms around him. "I'm soooo" Josh placed a finger on Brandi's lips. "You don't have to say a thing. I shouldn't have left that way." he whispered to her " I've got something for you want it?" Brandi nodded yes. Brandi stopped, and looked at Cody. "Can Josh come to, or do you want him to stay here? The choice is yours." "He stays here." Cody said giving josh a dirty look. Brandi looked at Josh and kissed him. Cody walked by and Brandi jumped in the passenger side. Cody stopped and looked at Josh. He smirks and jumped in.
[Match talk]
Everyone’s talking. So, AWA. You seeing it yet? Can you imagine what this fed will look like when the shit X champion that is Simon Sensation is out of here? The walking, talking, pissing, unearned ego that is “Newest Sensation in Pro Wrestling”? I was somewhat quiet before now. But I can’t keep holding my tongue every time I notice his swagger on television. Every time he opens his fat mouth to drawl on and on about how he’s the best. How he’s rightfully earned his place. It’s all bullshit. I have history with this man, and believe me when I say it- his talent is non-fucking-existent. He won his way to the top on a fluke. AWA was a different federation last month. I can say without doubt, that it was virtually dead in the water. And for some reason, everyone saw potential. Everyone who was anyone was signing on the dotted line, eager to taste victory against some of the biggest names this business has ever fuckin’ seen. Then I arrived. See Sensation beat a fellow member of A3 in Deathstroke. You can bet your ass if A3 was around then he would be nothing. But Now, Now… I imagine he’s shitting his pants in fear. He’s got non-established guys like Reese Benson coming at him, who really hasn’t made his name with this group. He’s got talentless fucks like Josh Stevens pawing at his name, eager for the chance at gold. Simon to say that I have your number is an understatement of the century, because I do have your number. At Dead On Arrival I beat you_1...2...3 and you bitched and moaned because Samantha Raine changed the match from a standard singles match to a hardcore match. You bitched and moaned saying that referee Jason Margolis screwed you. Then I beat you a second time… you can say that it was Natalie that beat you all you want, but Simon even you can't be that dumb to really think that. Sure Natalie got the pin, but if you weren't distracted by me than maybe you would have been able to counter Natalie's finisher like you did that XWL's bitch's rana last week, but you say you can take me? You can never take me Simon. Let me take a moment, before we get too dirty here, to address one particular person. One particular asshole who just seems to be trying to grate on my fucking last nerve. This man has done nothing but lie in his… tenure… here in AWA. He calls himself “God”, yet he is anything but perfect. This man is one of many flaws, weaknesses, and shortcomings. You have not viewed his past career, and therefore has been able to paint his canvas with any and all flattering colors he chooses. This man is Simon Sensation. Doing some research on sensation I found out that he was in-fact part of the TNA wrestling circuit, what he doesn’t tell you is that he never won a match there. He had everyone in the locker room laugh at him. Not because he was funny but because he was everyone punching bag. He is nothing but a state of the mediocre styling, complete with a pair of legs and a mouth that likes to talk a whole lot of shit with a whole lot of nothing to back it up. With his barely there talent, he has meandered through weak company after weak company, building his records and establishing some sense of false security and a fake mask of confidence with three parts of ego. This man won his stake in AWA before anyone could step up. Somehow, some way, he lucked out. He beat the house on a fluke card that was never meant to show. Sensation, you offended me. I was appalled at first, before my mind could regain its footing and realize that nearly every single thing you say is utter and complete horse shit. You wonder why you get no respect from the roster, and I have no idea why this question has ever had a need or ground to cross your fucking small-spaced mind. You bring up the fact that people like me, like Augustson, like Young are looked up to, and you try and sit on your throne of undeserved arrogance to demean our skills. Fuck you. Call us refugees if you will, the world will be content to know us as heroes, and legends and demigods. You found your way to the pay per view card, because the heads of this company have realized what a mistake it was to let your beady little eyes even have a mere glimpse of the title you know hold. You forgot your place. But I think I have said enough about you scrawny little ass for now. I got the tag titles to worry about. One day, I’m going to be your champion, AWA. I can say that without any ego, without any assumption, and without any trace of sarcasm. It’s inevitable (insert FADE joke here, haha), it’s just going to happen. You have two choices, the entire lot of you. You can accept it, you can embrace it, and you can herald me in as champion when my time comes. Or you can take the alternate route. You can scoff and say it will never happen. You can say I’m not good enough. You can say I don’t have the pure talent. The drive. The resources. The experience. Whatever. I don’t give a fuck anymore. I just don’t. If you take this line, then one day everyone who took the first choice, the right choice, will look at you and utter those undeniably grating words- “I. Told. You. So.” And I’ll be right there with them. > But onto Alex Wilkins… So what’s up chump, cat got your tongue? You know I think this is the first time in your short AWA career that you’ve gone more than forty-eight hours without spouting off some self-serving shit that’s made everyone dumber. Bravo- you, good sir, deserve a cookie of some sorts. Maybe this is all just a part of your master plan? I see two ways you could be going about it. Not say shit, show up, and best me and then claim it was all about lettin’ the fists do the talkin’. Is that how you want it to go down, Mr. Wilkins? You wanna just keep your mouth shut and show up and show me how to really throw down? Lemme get you in on something, then, guy- that shit just ain’t gonna happen. You won’t best me. I can’t be bested, motherfucker. Try all you might, hell, just like drowning- the more you struggle, the worse it hurts going down. Or is it what’s behind door number two? Have you accepted the future as certainty? Decided it’s finally time to shut yer fuckin’ mouth like a good rookie and just lay down for the ensuing beating you’re going to receive on Sunday? I hope you haven’t taken it to the extreme side of the spectrum, Mr. wilkins. I hope you at least put up a fight come Sunday. It would be a shame to have heard all that bullshit come spilling out of you, wander up to the ring and have no challenge whatsoever. Maybe you don’t know how to give a challenge… that would suck to. So much self-hype should lead to something decent, aye? Maybe this isn’t the answer to my question. Maybe the first option isn’t right either, hell, I don’t pretend to know everything, Alex. Truth be told, over analyzing you would be about as pointless as… well, you’re prior rantings for example. Well, no matter your mindset before this match, Alex, one thing is for certain. Lost souls will come. I will win. And afterwards? What will be your thoughts, man? What will be your opinion? Will you question your ego, or will you just assume it was a flub- a fluke? Hm. Will you think I just managed to squeeze by you, like I have managed it so far- in your mind, that is. No one else thinks I’m a fluke, guy. No one else automatically assumes they can beat me. Hell, I doubt even Jarvis has that idea in his head, and he’s one of the biggest prats this federation has seen as far as assuming goes. Will you keep to your raving antics, bantering around, saying you deserve a rematch? To be honest, you don’t even deserve this match in the first place. Take in the lights, absorb the attention. And know that credit is due to me. You can thank me after I win, naturally. Maybe if you do speak up, you’ll play the “don’t underestimate me” card. Pffbt. I’ve seen this so many times, man. Nothing new to me. I’m not underestimating you when I say I can beat you. I’m not underestimating you when I say you’re not shit to me, the roster, the fans, or the rest of the fed. I’m not underestimating you when I comment on how you’re just another little upstart- cruising for a bloody nose and left with the regret that you didn’t get my autograph when you had the chance. I don’t underestimate anyone. I see you for what you are, guy. Just another chump. Every federation gets one like you every month. You come in, start talkin’ shit, and get your ego blasted by the first real piece of talent who gets a bit of spare time. And just like every other punk-ass who does so, you’ll leave soon enough, and try that schtick elsewhere. You’ve bitten off more than you can chew. And these words are just a prelude. Keep comin’ at me, motherfucker. Your ass is due for a beating. Part 2 of the blonde rejects. When I look back on those days, just getting started, I find myself rubbing my eyes, unable to believe just how far I’ve come. Not in a professional sense exclusively, but overall. Personally, maturity, and in my skills. Do you know how I’ve made it as far as I have in such a short time, Nero? In the ring, I mean. I evolve, Silveria. I don’t mean evolve in the same sense that those nuts think of monkeys to humans. I mean each and every week I have trouble, I adapt. I see what’s wrong with my approach. I change it. I keep changing it, until it has been perfected. And now look at me. Perfect in AWA. I have been since day one. You may say what about your loss to Stevens… huh, I went out one week later and showed him who was boss, showed him just what a fluke he was. So shut the fuck up. The only reason you’re even gettin’ this fifteen minutes of fame is because of me, asshole. I have been here before you, and I will be here after you. You say I’m lucky? You don’t even know me, jagoff. I fought, bleed, and killed myself to get where I am. I made all the right challenges. I fought my way tooth and nail, and here we are. You are the lucky one here. After all, most people only dream of fighting someone of my calibre at your point in the game. I’ve never been handed anything in my life. From day one, I was a fuckin’ fighter. In a ring- and out. I was brought up lower class. I dredged on with the public school system. I made my dollars with either a shovel full of gravel in my cracked and bloody hands or with cards in front of my eyes. So before you speak, don’t. You know everything you say will be throw back at you. Angela, I know your tough and all but your not my main concern in this match. I know you going to come at me with some cheap ass… Well I should be your main concern but you know what, I get enough of that from fucktards like Simon Sensation, so please spare me. Its not because you’re a woman, its not because I don’t believe you have talent, Its just because I really could care less about you right now. Sorry girl, but that’s just the cold hard truth. Cantina, Your A3 man, you better be the one standing next to me in that ring. Nat… Sorry babe, but you winning streak might come to an end… unless your standing beside me in the ring. Which, I wouldn’t mind. Although your boyfriend Zeek might hate that. To everyone, remember party hard and get laid… but when you wake up beside a 3000 pound whale… Hell, you must have been drunk as shit… Any way… Remember you can always turn to me, The untouchable, The resolution,
Cody Carson.
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