[Forward] _________________________________________________________________

Every so often someone will ask me, if I believe in love at first sight. That's almost a moronic question, only simple minded people believe in that. Love at first sight is a crazy thought, it should be more like lust at first sight. Do I believe in that? Oh hell yes I do ! Lust is easier to make sense of, Love is way too complex. There are more thoughts and emotions that go into that four letter word. People way too often jump to the L...word all too quickly. It's a mistake made by us all at one time in our lives or another.

Some are too afraid to utter that word, even when the time is right. But when is the right time, does our past experiences prevent that from happening. Do we protect ourselves from allowing us not to be hurt. Or is it we're afraid to hurt our own pride if we utter " I love You, and it's not returned with the same response.

After all pride is personified as one of the deadly sins which most of us break atleast 3 or more of these a day. I recently decided that maybe there could be a God, if that was the case I'm shit outta luck. So just to get straight with the lord, I went to confession. I was told that I had violated atleast 4 of the deadly sins..Imagine that, everyone of us do, lucky for all of you, I have decided to clear up shit, with punishments... The deadly sin says the following... How many have you broken?

Pride: is excessive belief in one's own abilities, that interferes with the individual's recognition of the grace of God. It has been called the sin from which all others arise. Pride is also known as Vanity. Pride=Vanity...Hmmmmm, Mirror, Mirror on the wall who's the fairest one of all?

Why you do it: Well-meaning elementary school teachers told you to "believe in yourself."

Your punishment in Hell will be: You'll be broken on the wheel.

Envy : is the desire for others' traits, status, abilities, or situation. Let's face it who among us does not want to be envied for being superior be it our looks or athletic ability.

Why you do it: Because other people are so much luckier, smarter, more attractive, and better than you.

Your punishment in Hell will be: You'll be put in freezing water.

Gluttony: is an inordinate desire to consume more than that which one requires. Most view this sin as a fat person's sin, but examine the facts. "to consume more than that which one requires" Think about the last time you had a million flash bulbs going off as you excuted your finisher. Soak up the moment? Did you ever pose just a few seconds longer, just because the cheer or jeers made you feel more alive? If you answered no to that, then your a fucking liar.

Why you do it: Because you were weaned improperly as an infant.

Your punishment in Hell will be: You'll be force-fed rats, toads, and snakes.

Lust: is an inordinate craving for the pleasures of the body. Ah, the sin most repeated through out the day. "Craving pleasure of the body". Who among us doesn't ever want to spend the day in bed, exhausting your partner all in the sake of pleasure. This is the sin that bleeding hearts confuse with "Love at first sight". Like I said, I don't believe in "Love at first sight", but I sure as hell swear by Lust.

Why you do it: Oh, please.

Your punishment in Hell will be: You'll be smothered in fire and brimstone. Not kisses.

Anger: is manifested in the individual who spurns love and opts instead for fury. It is also known as Wrath. Simple, Hell has no fury like a lover scorn. Male, Female...we're blinded by anger, we're sicken at the thought of another even be in our parnters hearts. Anger leads to diabolical deeds. It gets the blood pumping, and irrational thoughts. Some of us aren't fully aware of the damge we are capable of, that is until we're angered.

Why you do it: You're wired for it. Also, the people around you are pretty damn irritating.

Your punishment in Hell will be: You'll be dismembered alive.

Greed: is the desire for material wealth or gain, ignoring the realm of the spiritual. It is also called Avarice or Covetousness. Do you have enough? Do you believe there is only so much money a man or woman can have in his or her life? Let's face it this world revolves around what we have, or can purchase. Status is everything, even to the poor on the street. Even street bums fight for the best shopping cart. Think about that one!!

Why you do it: You live in possibly the most pampered, consumerist society since the Roman Empire.

Your punishment in Hell will be: You'll be boiled alive in oil. Bear in mind that it's the finest, most luxurious boiling oil that money can buy, but it's still boiling.

Sloth: is the avoidance of physical or spiritual work.

Why you do it: You're shiftless, lazy, and good fer nuthin'.

Your punishment in Hell will be: You'll be thrown into snake pits.

And people wonder why I'm not a God fearing person. We're in control of what happens to us, Pride doesn't hold us back, it just gets in the way. Same as love, or emotions we feel are love. Reality Love is a trick, an illusion if you will. The right mood, with candles and music, possibly flowers, and a night of bed breaking sex. I know it seems like I'm down on love, but truth is those who look down on love, have either had there heart broken, or never experienced it. I've had my heart broke, and cried many tears. Would I do it again? Yes, my advice never give up on something you can't go a day without thinking about. I just believe it's not until later years, of knowing someone do you feel the true emotion. What exactly is that....Hell that's simple...Simply put, it's the person that you can't imagine your life without, and don't want to be without. Some things are just worth waiting for and can't eat, can't sleep, aching for that person is definitely one of them.

[Roleplay] _________________________________________________________________

Cody pulls the hummer into a driveway of a huge house. A lady with a three year old boy and a baby in her arms is standing on the porch. She runs out to see them. “JOSH!!! I thought you would…” She paused seeing Carson and Brandi. “Who the hell are you and where is my husband?”

Cody looked at Brandi, “Elisabeth Beckett right?” Cody said looking at her. Brandi’s jaw dropped.

“Yeah.” She said with a confused look.

“Well, MRS. Beckett. I would like you to meet, miss Brandi James.” Cody said. The woman shook brandis hand.

“You wrote a book right?” She asked.

Brandi nodded.

“Well Mrs. Beckett…” Brandi grabbed Cody and drug him to the side of the hummer, pushing him against the side.

“Is this some sick joke Carson?”

“Brandi, go find out for yourself… Talk to her.”

" I have no interest in this." Brandi said. "Just take me back home."

“Whats wrong Brandi. Afraid to face that everything you had is a lie. Afraid of the truth.”

"Shut up, just take me home. I have nothing more to say to you. I don't know what the hell you're doing, but this is fucking stupid."

Mrs. Beckett came around to the side of the truck. “Please come in, have something to eat with us. Theirs plenty seeing as my husband hasn‘t been home yet.”

“NNN…” Brandi stated.

“We would love to.” Cody finished. The woman smiled and turned. Brandi Glared at him. “One more saying you gave me dear… Time to face life head on.” Cody pushed her away from him and grabbed the keys out of the truck. “Lets go.”

"Enough, I hate you. I'm not facing shit. Go the fuck home Cody, because that's where I'm going." Brandi turns and, begins walking down the street. Cody smirks and shakes his head. He jumps into the hummer and drives up beside her.

“Get in.” HE yelled.

“No.”

“Brandi, I‘ll take you home.”

She glanced up at him. And he stopped the hummer. She climbed up and into it. She crossed her arms.

Cody was the first to break the silence. “That was low.” He said, regretting it. “But it was in the best intensions.”

"Sure it was" Brandi pouted " I have nothing more to say right now." She leaned her head against the glass of the window, as she cried softly.

Cody sighed. “Brandi, I have one question… I want a straight answer no bull shit. Do you love me?”

Brandi sniffled "Cody, I don't want to talk."

Cody scoffed. “I really don‘t get you Brandi. I try to be walsh, you hate me. I try to be beckett, you hate me me, I try to show you the truth you hate me… Then when I settel down with my fiancée you suddenly love me? I know you didn’t mean to turn my life upside down but you did. And now, I can’t go two second without thinking about you.”

Brandi picks her head up, and looks at Cody "The longer I live the more I see that I am never wrong about anything, and that all the pains that I have so humbly taken to verify my notions have only wasted my time." She slumps back into her seat. " It was part of my 12 step program, to sort my feelings. Yes I love you, Cody. I had no clue you'd do this." Brandi turns her back to him again, curled up her head again on the door." All I want is to sit alone with my conscience will be judgment enough for me. " Brandi's voice crack as she slowly rocks back and forth as it appears she's having a break down." God, forgive, I've ruined more lives. I'm nothing but poison."

Cody stops at a red light and undid his seat belt. He slowly moved his hand onto Brandi’s shoulder and back. “Hey, you didn‘t ruin my life.” She slowly sat up. “IF anything you will make me and Carmen closer. There was obviously not going to work with my feelings for you. Its better we get them out when I‘m not married then when I am right?” Brandi said nothing. Cody leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.

Brandi pulled her body as close to the door as possible. "It is better to be feared than loved, if you cannot be both. At least you'll be happy. I'll have fucking nothing. " Brandi closes her eyes, and begins to talk to herself. "Way to go Goddess, I'm a Goddess alright, beautiful to look at, great for men to fantise about fucking, but my happiness is just never met to be. Not with Lane, or Sparks...Never with Carson or with Beckett." Brandi begins to breath deep and hard. "I'm going to be sick."

Cody grabs her around the waist and pulls her toward him. “Babe, these feels aren’t going to leave.” Brandi tried to push him away but he over powered her. “It‘s ok, I‘ve not going to be a dick any more… if you want you can lay your head on me… I‘ll wake you up when we get to your house.” Brandi reluctantly laid her head on his shoulder. She was beat…She closed her eyes and spoke to Cody.

"I want Walsh" she muttered. "He's all I deserve, I don't deserve a decent man like you." Brandi begins to laugh. "Stupid me, I was almost happy. What a fucking fool I've been to think, someone like Josh could love me. What a fool I am to think anyone could ever."

Cody realizing he really fucked up this time said “Brandi, you don‘t deserve to be treated like a ho. Walsh doesn’t‘t deserve you. He kissed her on the top of the head. Nor do I. But I never want you to say no one loves you. Because If I didn‘t, I wouldn’t‘t be here. I wouldn’t‘t have told you those thing. I wouldn’t have opened up to you. Brandi…” He said as they stopped at yet another red. “you’re the only person on this earth that has been there when I needed you. And you will never know how much I owe you. That’s why I had to come when I found out that you to felt the way I did… Because…” Cody swallowed hard.

Brandi picks her head up, her eyes swollen from crying. She nods as she sees her house about a half a mile away. "Drive fast, the faster I get home the better."

Cody punches it, sending the tires squealing. “Remember the good old Days B? That was the best time of my life.” Brandi nods. “Brandi, I know this isn’t the time or place really… But, do you think I could stay at your house tonight… like on the couch or in a tent outside…”

" I don't care, it's not like I'll have anyone to sleep with tonight, thanks to you." They pull up in front of Brandi's house. Brandi quickly gets out to the hummer." I guess it serves me right, for my life to turn out this way." She says to herself "Mental note, next time you want to share a feeling with someone, don't ! Being a cold hard bitch serves me better."

Cody sits in the hummer and listens to her as she walks away. “I‘m sorry Brandi.” He whispered to himself. Josh was sitting on the porch when Cody walked up. His face was white and he looked like he was about to get sick. “I told you Josh, don‘t fuck with her. You didn‘t listen.”

“I fucking hate you Cody.” Josh replied looking up at him.

“And I feel no love for you.” Cody replied.

Josh stood up and went to punch Cody in the face. Cody seen it a mile away and catch him hand. “Go home Josh.”

“Your trying to do the greater good Cody? Go look at what you have done to you so called friend.” Josh replied.

With that Cody dropped Josh with a straight punch to the jaw. “she was always to good for you Josh, always. No matter what you didn‘t deserve her. I knew from day one you had a family but I let is slide for Brandi’s sake.” Cody pulled josh up. “But letting me do that, only made it harder on her.” Cody pushed Josh towards his hummer. “Now get the fuck out of him.”

Cody turned and walked into the house. He looked around and sighed. He slowly started up the stairs. He made it to the only room with the door closed. He opened it slowly and Brandi’s eyes shot open, but her back was to Carson. He walks over and sits on the bed looking at her. “I know I fucked up Brandi. But I thought it best you know. I knew a long time ago about it but I held off for your sake. I know that made it harder for you to swallow, but I also know that you will get through this. Its not your fault babe, trust me. But I‘ll let you sleep it off.” He leaned down and kissed her cheek and then stood up and walked out as more tears fell from Brandi’s eyes.

[Match talk] _________________________________________________________________

You’ve been imagining and dreaming of this, have you not? Wanting to know what it feels like to grasp the glory of overcoming me. Squeezing through the shutting door of getting the one-two-three on me? Well dream on, kiddie, dream on. You won’t even fuckin’ get close to that far off reality. You somehow think this will turn into a rivalry… while me? I see this as just another week on the job. Another punk standing in the way between me and my pay dirt. You’re a mere speed bump to me and my plans. I have not done all there is to do- I will not rest until my name is solidified in a hall of fame with the moniker “legend”. And do you know what? When people look back on my career and all I’ve done, they’ll see a lot. They’ll see the gold, they’ll see the wins, but you know what they won’t see? The name “Simon Sensation”. You ain’t shit in the grand scheme of things, guy. Not to me, not to this company, and not to this world.

I am your first competition, and there is no way in hell I’m going to lose to a fluke artist like you. I mean the only reason you are where you are is because of the lack of talent in this fed. I mean fuck, besides A3 there are two at three people. That’s it.. That explains why you are so high in a rep..

Whoa, what the hell did you say you stupid son of a bitch? I said the X division sucked? Hell no I didn’t say The X division sucked. But I will admit that I said the Champion’s SUCKED! First Zeek, well we all know the bad blood between me and him, then The Rumbler, who is part of A3, but only held the title for twenty eight days. Then Deathstroke, who I never said sucked, I think he was a great champion, but he didn’t deserve the pity x division, he should have been continental, or hell the world. So get your fact straight first you dumb ass mother fucker. And you call me an idiot.

So, you bring props, and drops into it… well, they didn’t cancel me you fucking goof, I have to much shit going on in my life and in the wrestling world to keep the show going right now. When shit settles down, props an drops will be back on. You may have beat them then, but if you beat mike young before, then why can’t you do it now? Are you saying, seeing as I and two up on you that that means I can be three up on mike? Are you saying that you are better then the world champion? Are you saying that given the shot, you would “Take mikey to school” so to speak? Its funny, because you will say that that’s that you are saying and then that will give me a bunch more to talk about because anyone that’s that fucking arrogant and cocky just makes themselves look like a fool.

Face it, you got nothing on me. This match mean everything to you. You first really big wall that you have to climb. But your not going to make it up the first step. You see, even if I lose this match, it’s not going to mean anything. Because I will still have a fucking title belt around my waist in the tag team titles. Even if I lose to you… its not going to matter because I will be beaten and battered as it is. But if you lose to me after I just had a tag team match and beat four other people… you may have to quit wrestling for ever. Because your self-esteem will be shot to shit. You will know squarely and I am the best. And that there is no way in hell you can pass me.

I know you see yourself as a big shit around these parts. Cock of the walk- somehow that attitude has gotten in your system, but as I research your shit, I see no reason for this obvious display of unfounded ego. Your record, for starts. Lackluster… that’s not the right word, but it’s the first to come to mind. You see, I don’t think “lackluster” covers it. You’re dismal. By mathematical standards, you’re one notch above jobber class, just one match shy of becoming .500 in your winning styles. It’s sad, Simon, it really is. But the funny think I see in you is every time you lose to me or any one for that matter, you have an excuse and your ego rises. Don’t ask me, maybe you are just ass backwards… which brings me to this.

I don’t think I’ve been this pissed in a long time, fellas. I really don’t. You see, I love fighting. It’s why I do what I do. I couldn’t give two flying fucks about slapping on some tight speedos, greasing up, and going out to hug a similarly dressed man for forty minutes. Sounds pretty homosexual to me- not that I’m knocking it, of course. If you like to ride ass, good for you. I just can’t help but love pussy. No, I don’t care about wrestling. I like fighting. I’m a boxer, through and through. I’ve cut my teeth on guys fists that are bigger than my head. I’ve shed more blood, fucked more cunts, played more cards, and drank more alcohol than the rest of you put together. Wait, scratch that, all of you execpt Seth Thomas put togther. I’ve taken great pleasure in my career. My first pay-per-view with AWA, and what happened? I beat sensation fair a square, yet he never shut up about it. I hear him in the back all the time, taunting me about how my bitch helped me. Boo Fuckin ho you cock sucking winer. Shut up and get over it.

It’s like getting slapped in the face. I’ve never been so insulted as to be handed a win. It’s a fucking shame and a travesty. I love to earn what I get, and I hate being handed shit. Hence the reason, I really don’t like having to face this fucking shit plug for the X title, why not just give it to me for fuck sakes.

Now, Derek Cantina you fucking idiot. Jesus man, look at the card you dumb ass. This match is elimination. Which means you and I can be the Tag champions. And your girl Angela won’t be the first woman in A3, Carmen and then Brandi, then Angela if she wants in. But man really you should read the card first buddy. This match is elimination. Which means all tag teams are thrown out the window.

And seeing as all the other losers of thew orld are two chicken shit to say anything, that’s it for me.

Your savoir

The resolution,

Cody Carson.

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