Cody Carson is asleep on the couch as he cut in. He rolls to his side and slowly opens his eyes. He jumped up and curled into a ball staring scared shitless at the coffee table. There is a head sitting on it, cut from the neck and looking chewed. Cody whipped his head to the side and looked at the sorce of the noise from the kitchen. Pots and pans hit the floor and cupboard doors slammed. Cody slowly pulled himself off the couch and slowly crept into the kitchen. Once inside, he saw Jalie Thomas rummaging through his cabinets looking frustrated. Sensing movement she swung a small frying pan in Cody's direction. Luckily, she missed.

"Oh... It's you." She muttered.

"Yeah, it's me. Who the fuck else would it be? I live here, remember? But that doesn't explain how you got in here." Cody said.

"Carmen gave me a key." She explained.

"Ah fuck. This'll be the third time I have to change my locks on account of you." Cody groaned.

"Don't be ridiculous," Jalie began, pulling a beer from his fridge and vaulting herself up to sit on the counter. "you act like i'd just barge in here uninvited."

Cody stared at her, not entirely sure what to say.

"Right..." Cody said walking past her and grabbign a beer out of the fridge. "So, your the only one. here, No seth No carmen..."

"Carmen said something about a beer run. She should be back any time now. I don't remember where Seth is. At home, probably. Or bowling. He always liked bowling."

"Umm...." Cody turns his back to her and feels his groin. With a sigh of relief he turns back to her. She is looking at him confused. Cody almost laughed at the thoughts that must be going through her head. "You, let me sleep, and its not either of my heads that i wake up to...."

"Oh, that... Nick gave it to me as part of our Hallow's Eve decor. It's not real. At least, if it was, it would probably smell worse. I think. Besides, I want nothing to do with Cody junior. You know that."

Cody leaned against the conter and chuckle escape him. "Yeah, it seems. No one does."

"Don't say that Cody..."

"When did you become..."

"You always got your hand buddy."

Cody shook his head and looked up... Suddenly the explession on his afce changed and he looks back down at Jalie. "So, thats where all the knifes are...?"

Jalie blinked. "I have no idea what you're talking about." She said calmly. Cody gave her a disbelieving look and pulled open his silverware drawer, now devoid of all remotely sharp objects.

"Okay. So I borrowed a few." Jalie explained. Cody took a silent inventory of the drawer and turned back to her.

"You took my SPORKS?"

Jalie put on her best innocent face. "I... Well, no it's just... So, how are things with you and Carmen? She seems a lot happier lately. And congrats on winning the world title. I always knew you had it in you. She grinned.

"Thanks, and Carmen and I are... Well, carmen and I... Not like old time but yeah know. But hell, when are you coming to AWA"

"Soon. I signed my contract last week. I just can't compete right yet because of that whole medical release thing. Fucking shrinks."

"Sometimes I wonder..." Cody mumbled to himself, not lettign Jalie hear. "Any way, thats cool... Well, I just wanted to..." Suddenly the front door opens and a soakign wet Carmen Dumas walked into the house. She has on Cody Carson's A3 hoodie and his quicksilver hat. She has a case of beer in her hand and a bag of something. "Hey hun..."

Carmen dropped the bag on the counter and looked at her sister.

"You're still here? Seth said you were supposed to be home like an hour and a half ago." She said. Jalie looked confused.

"I thought he was bowling?" She asked. Cody snickered. Carmen, however, didn't seem to find it amusing.

"Is that my knife set? You know those cost me like fourty bucks?" Carmen demanded. Jalie grudgingly started emptying her pockets.

"You buy too much off infomercials anyway." Jalie replied.

Cody nodded in agreement and received an elbow to the ribs.

"Well, i'm going home. I came looking for decorations and shit but, your house sucks. I think i'll just go check the trash bins and head out." Jalie said.

"Hey, don't forget your severed head." Cody called after her.

Carmen shook her head and looked at Cody. "Glad to see your up."

Cody's smile disappeard from the sound of her voice."Sorry."

"Its fine..." Carmen said with a smile. "You truck drives really good in the rain."

"I know." Cody said. Carmen's jaw almost hit the counter.

"I thought you said no one drives your truck."

"Well, are you no one?" Cody added with a smile. "No, you can drive it... I don't care. But what did you get?"

"Beer, JD, and wine."

"Wine?" Cody questioned.

"Yeah, i thought maybe sometime we could crack it open..."

Cody looked into the bag and scracthes his head. "No wine in here babe."

"What?" Carmen said, coming over to inspect. Cody and her looked at each other and in unision both screamed "JALIE!" Suddenly the door to outside slammed and Cody and carmen where in hot pursuit.

____________________________________________________________________________________________ MaTch TaLk

Rumbler, do you know how to shut the fuck up? Haven't you realized that you're in the big leagues now? I don't give a flying fuck if you respect me now because you know what? I don't respect you in the slightest bit. Matter of fact, I wouldn't lose a moment's sleep if you dropped off the face of the earth. You may have been a what? One time world champion elsewhere? Guess what. Those places weren't here. Those places weren't AWA. You know who's the World Champion here? ME... And you want to come and try to beat me? It can't be done. No way, no how, not ever. Because, I am Unstoppable.

On a side note, how injured do I look, jackass? Bitch, I am the World Heavyweight Champion. I am Cody Carson- leader of All Against Authority. I am everything you want. I am your wet dream you fucking idiot. You think I'll get injured because of little pussy like Mike young and yourself? No fucking way. You see, when you go out to cause and injury, you finish the job. Hell, you had all the oppertunity to break me. but you wouldn't, you know why? Because you are a pussy. You knew if you injuried me, I wouldn't fucking stop. I would amke you cry for mercy, and I would continue to beat teh shit out of you. See, thats the differance between you and I. Your a boy, and well, I'm a man. I tough things out. After an event like blood is thicker then water, YOU may have crawled off into a corner and licked your own wounds but you know what? I don't operate like that. I guess that just shows where you are far weaker than I am - where I am superior to you.

Now... Why would I wonder how I could defeat you? It's a simple task. You are not in your own element. This is MY world. This is MY AWA. I walk in, kick your teeth down your fucking throat, and walk out.... Victorious. This win over you will be one of the easiest wins I have had in quite some time... Now say it, gfo a head, every pimple face, nose running, hair losing, bitch slapping, cock sucking, ass fcuked rookie is waitign for you to say the simple thign that will amke tghem see equal to you because they all say it. "YOU ARE UNDERESTIMATING ME!!!!" Underestimating you? How the hell could I underestimate you. I mean for fuck sakes, I look at you as Nothing and yet, you will say that i am underestimating you. I can't underestimate you, because under nothing, there is nothing.

I mean look at you make, your late thirty early fortys. There are procedures you can get to make your hair stop falling out, but intelligence, well, you shit out of luck. Fuck how you ever got into A3 i still don't know, your a load you sorry ass mom should have swallowed. I mean fuck, what teh hell was I thinking. I must have been drunk, or high, or hell, I don't know. You never fit in, nor will you ever fit you, because your a fucking cum stain. Aftre Sunday, you will still be nothing, because you facing me... Look at me man, I'm chizzled out of fucking stone.

I have beaten guys bigger than you and badder than you. You're nothing. You're a shit stain and all I need is some bleach to rub you out. Rumbler, you can admire me all you want... You can praise me... You can kiss my ass... But you know what? Go to hell because your praise means NOTHING to me - NOTHING! I am the World Heavyweight Champion. I am faster than you. I have more agility than you. I am quicker on my feet than you. I am better at wrestling than you. In life... I am simply better than you. I am better than you in every way, shape, or form... And there is nothing - NOTHING - you can do to change that.

This sunday, tomorrow if you will, I will once again prove my superiority to shit talking idiots everywhere. I mean look at my opponent, then look at me. Heh, see the differance. But he did say something so... you sir, deserve a cookie of some sorts. But now nothing. Hmm, 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. Rumbler? 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 Violence? I hope you haven’t taken it to the extreme side of the spectrum, Mr. Rumbler. I hope you at least put up a fight come Wednesday. 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, Reno. Truth be told, over analyzing you would be about as pointless as… well, you’re prior rantings for example.

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.

I’m AWA's Resolution.

Perfect in design and execution.

I’m never scared.

This isn’t the beginning or end. This is just another fight to win and move one from. Welcome to hell. I hope you enjoy the grave you dug yourself.