"Ahh, smell that desert air…”

"Desert air? Is that what we're calling dog shit and sweat now?" Cody asked. He was still bitter about being dragged here to volunteer with Jalie.

"Hey, be nice. I've given you the privilege of coming here to assist me. You should be happy." Jalie reminded him.

"I'm privileged? Generally the only favours I do for women are in a bedroom. Or a dressing room. Or in my truck. Or - "

"Alright alright! I get it…" Jalie yelled. “But, seeing as how I'm married and you don't find me remotely attractive, you're gonna have to settle for this."

"Who said I didn't find you attractive? I'd just rather not have your dear husband think he has competition. He might challenge me to a duel or something. The guys not normal." Cody replied. Jalie just shrugged and headed inside.

The front office was surrounded with cats. Cats on the desk, cats on the floor, the windowsills, the shelves, on the file cabinet.

"Christ. I haven't seen so much pussy since my last autograph signing." Cody muttered.

"Don't let Carmen hear you say that, ya fuckin` dog." Jalie reminded him.

"Hey, I've been a good dog. Good dogs get treats." Cody said, grinning.

Jalie rolled her eyes and headed toward the back where the kennels were located. A brown Cat with an white stripe down its back sits up on his hind legs. The thing looks like a football and Cody sticks his tongue out to the side and smiles. He takes two steps and almost punts the cat but stops suddenly as Jalie screams. Cody looks over his shoulder and then back at the cat.

“No three pointer this time. But I will get field goal eventually… Lucky little pussy.” Cody turns and starts to walk toward Jalie’s scream. As Cody makes it to jalie she has a big wet stain on her pants. Cody tries not to laugh. “He piss on you?”

"A bit, yeah…" Jalie grumbled.

She shook the leg of her pants in a feeble effort to dry it somewhat. After accepting failure the two of them went through the side door and into the dog kennels. An eruption of barking met their ears as soon as they stepped out. Jalie went to the storage room as Cody knelt down in front of an odd looking little grey terrier. It's hair was pulled out in patches; it was shaking and spitting at Cody, looking furious and utterly insane. Cody stepped back, deciding it was best not to test this ones nerves. Jalie returned and handed him a shovel.

"What the fuck am I supposed to do with this?" He asked.

"You scoop." Jalie said simply.

She went to the first cage and opened it to slide a leash on the Labrador within. Cody looked at the shovel, sickened. He toyed with the idea of booting Jalie into the empty cage and driving back home_ But the sudden realization that he might possibly miss her made him sicker than the thought of shoveling dog shit. HE walked to the first cage and almost fell on his ass from the smell. HE covered his face trying to block out the urine and shit smell but to no avail. He scooped the first bit and almost bailed. Maybe missing Jalie wouldn’t be so bad. He shook his head and shovelled fast, thinking the faster he gets done the sooner he can get out of this hell whole. As he finishes up the first he looks down the row and sees 5 more he has to clean. Jalie comes back in and smiles.

“Having fun yet?” She smirked.

“Fuck you.” Cody replied.

“Huh?”

Cody shrugged “there is no real come back to fuck you. Accept fuck you.”

Jalie responded by kicking him in the shin.

"How's that for a comeback?" She asked.

“If I wanted my cum back I get it off the top of your sisters mouth.” Cody shot back.

Jalie grabbed the shovel from him and hit him in the face with the handle. She tossed the dog leash at him and walked off to the opposite side of the kennels. She sat down on the cement beside a sleepy looking schnauzer and glared at him.

"Well? You've got shit to shovel_ So get to it. And when you're done, the dogs need walking." She ordered. Cody raised an eyebrow. He continued to shovel, until finally he reached the kennel holding the wired looking terrier. The sign on his cage had a picture of a cat with a large red circle with a strike through it. A thought struck him and made him smile. He took the end of the shovel and poked at the dog, getting him riled up. Quickly he opened the cage door which sent the dog tearing outside. Cody slipped inside and shut the door, laughing as the dog turned and streaked toward Jalie. She yelped and jumped from her seat. But the dogs four legs quickly caught up to her two. At the last minute Jalie leaped onto the chain link fence. The dog jumped as well, sinking his teeth into her ass. Jalie struggled for a moment, before crashing back to the ground. The dog seized his opportunity and latched onto her leg, humping it furiously. She tried desperately to shake him off but to no avail. Raising her leg and bringing it back down to the cement didn't even phase him.

"Cody, god damnit! Help me!" She yelled.

"Do my ears deceive me? Or did the almighty Jalie just ask for MY help?" Cody said with a chuckle.

"Enough! Come on, just get this fucking thing off me!" She pleaded.

"Aww, but whats the magic word babe? I don't hear it, then Rover gets to keep violating your leg. Come on now… Let's hear it…” Cody taunted her.

Jalie shot him a look of pure loathing.

Cody only grinned, “But Jalie I have shit to shovel.” Cody leans on the shovel and watches as Jalie squeals and wiggles around. He sighs deep and shovels some more dog shit then sick of hearing her scream his name he swaggers out toward her with shovel in hand.

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MAtch Talk

So many people in this world today. So many men and woman dieing for no good reason other then a drug deal gone bad. Who cares any more? They bring this shit on themselves. You may think I’m a cold Hearted prick but if you had a chose between them dieing and you and you kids living one more day, what would you do? Really, No one would or should sacrifice themselves for the worthless garbage of the street.

Some say live life as life lets you live. I say, choose your life. Don’t sit back and let is choose its own path. Guide it to where you want it. Don’t hold back do what you think is right, not what someone tells you. Look at America, it went over to Iraq, not because it was right but because they where thirsty for blood. They watched their people die and for what? Nothing at all. I may be the only Canadian who thinks they did the right thing. People have to ask themselves what they would have done? Wouldn’t you want blood?

See, it’s the same thing with life, fighting, love, pain and wrestling. In life, if someone ends another life, someone close to you, you want blood. You go after them like nothing has any more meaning. In love, if someone hurts you, you want to hurt them back. So you go out and find the cheapest slut you can and prance her around like she is queen, rub it in the others face. Fighting and pain mix, if you get hit, you hit back pain causes that and fighting causes pain. In Wrestling, if you lose, you want revenge, if you win, you boast about how you won. So many people do it, yet none can back it up… Until now.

I don’t say something I can’t back up, I boast about being the world champion because I can. I am the top dog around here, this is my AWA and no one can stop me. Yet people seem to think that all their dream, all their hopes, everything they want will come true by beating me. Beating me just makes you look like a fluke. So no matter what you do nothing will come to you because of it. Your all fucking worthless and you all hate me because I’m not afraid to say it. Truth hurts eh?

You all judge me because you think you know the man I am, or the man I use to be. I’m a better fucking person now then I have ever been. No one in their right mind can stand up to me without getting knocked down. Mike young, Alex Wilkins, Rick young, Adonis, anyone if you want me, well, you not fucking good enough to have me. You all should be shot for thinking you can match up to someone like me. Then theirs Jimmy Stryker.

Jimmy, I’ve been ignoring you, you’re a worthless piece of skin that can’t wrestler. And When Seth Thomas comes back you will sink back into your little fucking shit hole you call a life and once again become the bitch of the ‘family.’ You see jimmy theirs a thing called talent, you don’t got it. Your having this secret love affair with Adonis and you fucking know you like it, or you wouldn’t sign the dotted line saying you will participate.

Alex Wilkins, the man I must face, that is if he has the testicular fortitude to shows his face around the AWA again. I mean the last time myself and him met in the ring he was my bitch. And yet again it will all come together. He’s one of those people that repeats himself time and time again. I can wrestle your nothing but a fighter… Boo fuckin hoo. It seems that fighting isn’t your strong point, hence the reason I whip your ass every time we meet. Face it man you’re a fucking pansy ass bitch that will never and just can’t hack it here. So life with Jimmy in his shit hole house and have crazy monkey sex or something but get the fuck out of a wrestling ring for Christ sakes.

People like him are the ones the give wrestlers a bad rap. People like him get us called fakes. Well Alex the next thing your going to see that is fake… besides the strap on you fool the girls with is going to be your legs buddy. Because I solemnly swear to break them. So when you hear this promo, you better start thinking. Heh, its not like your where going to show anyway, this just gives you a reason. See I am a good guy.