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[Roleplay] “Twenty four.” a deep in hale. “Twenty five.” came the mans voice. He was counting his push ups. Down and up down and up. Sweat dripping off his body. “Cody…” Came a strong voice of the side of the ring. “You got a visitor.” Cody Carson pushed himself up onto his knees and looked at the man. The man that spoke to him was black. Wearing a shirt that looked two sizes to small for him. His arms where huge and tattooed. He stared at Carson. “Your training will never be complete with these distractions.” “Is it a woman?” Cody asked with a slight bit of hope in is voice. “No.” Cody sighed and dropped back down, re starting his count for what seemed like the hundredth time. “This guy says he knows you.” “Who doesn‘t know me?” Cody asked between pushes ups. “He said that you would want to see him.” “Tell him that if he wants to see me, he has to come in here.” The man crossed his arms. “This guy must know you well. He told me you would say that.” “For a five second conversation he told you a lot eh?” Cody said sarcastically. “Its because I know how great minds think Mr. Carson.” A mans voice man from beside the black man. Cody looked up for a few second but couldn’t really tell who it was from the sweat. He continued his push up and the man seemed to like what he was seeing. “Not afraid to ignore a point of authority. I like it.” “Ah,” Cody said aloud realising who it was. “Mr. Davis.” "Mr. Carson...you can call me Hunter and I would assume that I can call you Cody, because I hate sound like we are in that damn movie The Matrix. I just have to know how did you know that Mike Young would go off the deep like that if you attacked his younger brother?" “Simple.” Cody said, continuing the push up. “Blood is thicker then water. If I had a little brother and someone beat the hell out of him… Well, I will kill. As I said… one time… and I would have mike begging you for a shot at me.” "Well I have to say that my hat is off to you to, because you made it so easy I didn't have to wait for him to come to beg me for the match." “I know. And I knew. His little brother was a fucking idiot. And the world title will be mine. But what the fuck is with this eight man tag match?” Cody asked pushing himself into a sitting position. “I mean Jesus man, I believe in A3‘s talent… But the way young is… he‘s ready to kill me. I‘m begging you Hunter, make this match a Hardcore Table match or something where I can put that prick though pain.” "Well it is an elimination match and besides Young and The Shooting Stars have to find someone that isn't actively wrestling in an AWA ring. So really unless a fucking a miracle happens it's going to be four on three." Hunter said, with an evil smirk. “True.” Cody said, doing sit ups now. “But Manson and Cantina might get into it right in the middle of the ring man. You got to settle those to down for fuck sakes.” “Yeah.” The black man said. “They where in hear earlier and as soon as Manson arrived Cantina left.” “Yep.” Cody confirmed. “I Told Them both if they don‘t knock the shit off, I will beat the shit out of both of them and takes the title for my own. But Cantina still thinks Manson meant to hit him. And Personally, I wouldn‘t really Care if he did or didn‘t. That Just proves that Manson is competitor that doesn’t let bonds get in his way. Hence him taking Cantina‘s second in Command spot. But Hunter dude, you got to get these two in a match against each other for the title.” "The Manson and Cantina match is booked, but it isn't until "Blood Is Thicker Than Water" and I can't do nothing about it, because the contender match was before I got any power in the company and Samantha had already booked the match for the next pay per view before the contenders match took place." Cody sat up and stared at Hunter he sighed and fell back on his back. “ Fuck man. This is going to be a hard month. But we will get throw it.” Cody sat back up and held his knees. “But Mike can’t be the only reason you came… What else?” "Well there is an autograph signing today at the local mall...Mike Young was suppose to be there, but seeing as now both his brothers are in the hospital he can't make it and I was wondering if the soon to be AWA World Heavyweight Champion would like to take his place." Hunter said, with that evil smirk on his face as looked at Carson. “Well, let me think on it.” Cody lays back and hunter looks at him a bit confused. He sits back up with a very huge smile on his face, grinning for ear to ear. “There a way you can get your hands on a replica belt… For fan pics?” Hunter smiled at lifted up a bag. “I guess Great minds do think alike.” Cody Carson walked into the mall with a bag over his shoulder and the replica world title belt slung over the other. His tag title hung loosely under his Quicksilver hoodie with only the bottom of the belt being visible. His has a blue quicksilver hat on and a pair of sunglasses. He walks into the mall and is mobbed by Carson Fans. He pushed through them and made his way to where a desk with a bunch of Carson pictures sat. A big name plate saying Mike young swung above the desk and Cody grinned. He walked up and jumped onto the desk. He pulled out a knife from his back pocket and cut both ropes holding the sign… He Held mikes name up and tossed it into the crowd where they all dropped it and started to brake it to pieces. Cody smiled and took off his hoodie, tossing it to a lucky fan. He then raised the replica world title and the real Tag title in the air as the fans roared and cheered. He smiled and jumped down, twirling in the comfy chair and coming to rest staring at the fans. They all started to line up. The first in line was a kid, about ten. Cody smirked as the kid looked at him wide eyed. He was in an A3 shirt and has a Carson 4 Champ hat on backward. “What’s your name kid?” Cody asked with a smile. “Tommy.” The little boy spit out quickly. Cody picked up a marker and signed a poster of himself. He handed it to the kid and grabbed his hat off of him. Cody flipped it over and signed the inside of the beak. He put it back on the kids Head and the boy looked at him still. “You want a pick with the next world champ man?” “Ye…ye…yes sir.” The boy said almost jump into Carson’s arms. “You don‘t got to call me sir.” Cody said, picking the boy up and bringing him over to the far side of the table. “Hear, you hold this.” He handed the boy the tag title and then lifted him onto his lap and the two smiled as the photographer took a picture. Cody put the kid down and he handed him back the tag title. Cody flashed the kid one more smiles and then turned back to the desk. He signed more and more autographs and took pictures with everyone that wanted one. The mob didn’t desperse in the least. Cody shook his hands a bit and then whispered to one the of body guards. “I didn‘t think I had this many fans.” A woman, skinny and in her mid twentys walked up to the desk and Cody turned around to face her. She was… In layman’s terms HOT. Cody smiled at here. “What’s your name babe?” Cody asked. The girl flipped her hair to the side and smiled. “Jasmine.” She said in a soft voice. Cody reached for a picture but Jasmine grabbed his hand and stopped him. “Will you sign these?” She asked as he pulled her top down to reveal her large breast. Cody smirked. And took the marker. He signed he chest and he smiled. And bent over, kissing him on the lips. Cody pulled away and looked at her. The photo Guy took the picture. Cody looked back at the Guard and whispered again. “Got any more gum? She took mine.” The guard laughed and then the door swung open and the mike young lovers walked in. They pushed through the line and right up to Carson. One of them, A greasy old man, with a large yellow pizza stain on his wife beater and a sauce in his beard spook first. “Where’s mike young?” Cody help back his guts, trying not to get sick. The mans breath smelled like fish. The guard wasn’t as lucky as Carson. He upchucked into a near by Garbage Can. Cody looked at him and shook his head. “Mike the little bitch young isn’t here you fat piece of shit. And he won‘t be here ever again. Because after I destroy his ass, there will be no mike young.” Cody scoffed “Beside, he fucking his little brother right now… That, thanks to me… Is hospitalised.” The man reached for Cody but his fans pulled the guy away and an all out brawl started. Cody jumped up onto the desk and yelled at the top of his lungs. “A3.” He jumped into the bodies and started throwing punches. Every window in the mall was busted, blood all over the floor and no mike young fan is sight. Cody Carson stood leaning against a wall. He was looking into a mirror that was somewhat broken. His eye was black and blue and his lip was busted. Other then his knuckles being red from punching, he was ok. A little girl walked up to him and pulled on his shirt. He turned around and she handed him his title belts. Cody smiled at her and picked her up. She wrapped her arms around Cody and gave him a big kiss on the cheek. “I love you Cody.” She said. “Yeah…” HE said. HE reached into his pocket and pulled out a gold chain with the letters CC on it. He put it over the little girls neck and she hugged him again. Cody set her down and her mother walked up to cody. “Are you ok?” She asked. “Yeah.” Cody replied looking back into the mirror. “To bad though…” “What is?” “To bad mike young can‘t put up a fight like that.”
[Match talk]
I know my place. My time is coming, and it’s coming soon. I can feel it in the air the way one can feel the snow coming, or smell the rain just over the hills, or know that it’s gonna be a hot day. Call it intuition, call it common sense, call it what you will. It doesn’t change the fact that I’m merely weeks away from being at the top. One day, you’ll have a champion you can be proud of, AWA, this I promise you. I know Mike Young is shit, really, I do. How he’s lucked out to beat Zeek two-times is beyond me, but soon, the people with the real talent will be gettin’ the shots, and not these assholes who’ve just happened to have sucked enough corporate dick in their lives to get whatever they want. Did I say the name “Young”? No, but… Hahaha… I think you’re pickin’ up what I’m puttin’ down. I know he can be counted among the original AWA members, but come on. We aren’t in the original AWA’s time. We’re in a whole new time, a brand new era comin’ right at ya with its own heroes and legends and champions. Hell, already I see new facing walkin around in the back, head high, and hungry for gold. So really, it’s not as if you world champion Mike young is… uh, me, now is he? Nope, AWA needs a champion that isn’t afraid to put his title on the line, other then at pay per views. And trust me, you will have that champion as soon as mike steps into the ring with me. As I have said before Call it intuition but I know its my title. Mike, why won’t you let your little brother get some revenge on big bad Carson? Its not because your afraid you will lose the match, you because you know the cold hard truth about me. I am a sadistic son of a bitch that would rip your little brother part. You know that and you don’t want your brother to have that happen. U see there is two sides to me mike… Let me explain. Two Sides of Cody Carson... ..Caring.. "I am concerned. Not concerned about the match with Mike Young & The shooting stars, because I believe in myself, and I believe that I am truly better than them. It doesn't matter who their "mystery" partner is. I believe in my heart that I can win this match Sunday. I am concerned about Mike Young's mind set. He is on the on set to be an empty man, with no feelings for the profession he has chosen, and once loved. Pretty soon his world title will mean nothing to him. Why because he's too busy worrying about his family, thanks to me. He is stepping in to the ring with Carson and company and they couldn't care less. This unsettles me. I am his toughest opponent to date, I don't care what anyone says. I have the ability to defeat anyone on the AWA roster, allie or not, Cody Carson surpasses everyone. Mike Young should be bothered about stepping in the ring with me. He should be my hell bent on wiping the smug, confident, some say arrogant smile on my face, Mike Young has motives. But soon he will have ,No passion. No Desire. Nothing. Just Emptiness." "Things need to change" "I will change Mike Young I am the greatest talent this industry as seen. If it is competition Mike and the Shooting star wants, it is competition they will get. AWA needs Mike Young's undivided attention. AWA needs Mike Young to care about the state of his title. AWA needs Cody Carson to give him that helping hand. I realize Mike Young with a focused mentality will strengthen the shooting stars, but when A3 takes over this place, and we will. We're going to need Mike Young. The masses love him. There is no getting past it. He's going to stop caring, yet when his music blasts over the speakers the crowd erupts with cheers, almost taking the roof off the arena. At that moment Mike Young will have to realize something. Cody Carson has become the better man, and his attitude needs to be adjusted - I am the only man who could possibly do it. Sure there are many competitors who could give Young competition, but the only one who matters is yours truly." Now the second side ...Hateful.. " Let it be known, I am sick of facades. Mike Young acts like he is a brave champion. Why not invite people to have a shot at his championship. Why not invite Cody Carson? I'll tell you why, it's because Carson can take Mike Young's championship. Mike you can try to pretend that you're angry about what I have done to your kid brother, Now trying to get the sympathy vote, and swearing revenge. Congratulations Mike, you've succeeded. You have all the masses feeling sorry for you because you haven't been your self lately - hell you even had me believing you at first. But I'm smarter than that. I am not fooled. I see through your facade, and Sunday night I will expose it." "This place is full of fucking idiots. People are buying in to your rubbish, people are actually praising you. For what? Your guts to put his title on the line when called for. And being in a match filled with great athletes on Sunday. Give me a fucking break. There are a select few that can be in the "great athlete" Category, and only two of the competitors in Sunday's Main Event are on that list. Heh, I will make Young lose his passion. All long with everything else he has, why? He has something I want." "I'm ready" "I'm focused" "A3 is going to win"
Now cut this fucking thing jack.
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