“Want to get wet?” He asked with a sly smile.

“Heh, Cody the only thing you can get wet is the crouch of your pants.” Jalie shot back with a smile.

“Oh, harsh. Funny, you must not talk to your sister that much.” Cody replied. He smirked as Jalie just sighed. “So your saying I can‘t get you wet?”

“No a chance in hell.” Jalie replied.

Cody jumped up and grabbed her pulled her into the water. When she surfaces he put both his elbows on the edge of the pool and laughed. “I do believe your wet baby.”

“Cody if you want a piece come and get it.” Jalie replied laying back and floating. Cody looked at one of the guys and smirks. “I‘m sick of you begging for some. So I think I‘m drunk enough to give you some.”

Cody swims out to her and slides up to he feet. She spreads her legs and Carson movers in looking up at her. Cody senses it and almost gets away put Jalie’s legs wrap around his face. He squirms and fights but she’s a fucking pit bull. Cody finally gives in knowing there is no escape And goes limp. Jalie lets go thinking She drowned him. She bends close to him face to see if he’s breathing and Cody smiles as he spit’s a mouth full of water on her. He starts laughing but a quick elbow to the guts stops him. Jalie swims over to the edge of the Pool and Turns her back to the edge smiling.

"Nice try, dickwad." She said, kicking a bit of water at him.

"Hey, hand me a beer. Please." She smiled sweetly at one of the guys sitting near the cooler. He winked at her and handed her a beer. Jalie smirked and turned back to Carson as she twisted the cap off. She tossed it at his head, nailing him in between the eyes.

"So you've got... Wilkins at Mayhem right? The guy Brandi already beat..." Jalie said with a smile.

Cody smirks and swam over to her. Rising his hand and Catching the beer as The guy tosses it to him. “Yep, but who gives a shit. Its only for the world title. In a submission match. Fuck him. I own this fucking company ” Cody dropped his arm around her and she looked at him. He smirked and took a swig of his beer. “I mean really who cares anymore. Whoopdy shit I I beat this ass hole. Who cares. As long as I’m rankin in the cash I’m good.”

Cody paused and took a swig of his beer. “So, what up with you? You seem overly quiet.”

"I suppose. Then again everythings quiet compared to your... Or, Carmen's sound system. Does she even know you have that?" Jalie eyed him curiously.

Cody suddenly gets an incredible case of shifty eyes. “Of course. ” He replied slowly. He looked over at Jalie. “I just had an Awesome idea!”

“I could only imagine.” Jalie replied as he rolled her eyes.

“Lets celebrate something… Today can be national Trash shit day…”

“Hotel?” Jalie asked with a big smile and abit of hopefulness in her voice.

“Better…. A Motel. Theres only like way the fuck over that way. I seen it earlier… Motel 6.” Cody Raises his eyes brows at her. As she quickly gets out of the pool. She stops in mid step then look back at Cody.

“You try anything…. And I‘ll…”

“Dude, Chill. I‘m Honey but I‘m getting laid tonight, Bond to be some chick pass out here.” He replied, Slowly getting out of the pool.

"Yeah, well, even if you weren't, keep it in your pants in my presence or i'll make Lorena Bobbitt look like a saint." Jalie said as she climbed out. The guys surrounding the pool winced and shifted in their seats.

"Touchy touchy. Sounds like i'm not the only one that needs to get laid tonight." Cody said.

"Yeah, no shit..." Jalie agreed. She quickly dried off and pulled on her jeans that had been tossed over the back of a pool chair.

"You drive.. Last thing I need's another fuckin' DUI." She said.

Cody pushes himself up and stand up. “I‘ll be back in a few. I got to change. Meet me in my truck.”

“Alright.” Jalie walks off and toward the parking lot as Carson runs up the stairs, almost losing his shorts. She shimmies through the people and makes it to his bedroom. Two teenagers at sitting on his bed making out. As he walking in the both jump and stop. Cody looks at them and smiles. “Don‘t mind me, I‘m just gonna change.” He went to the closet, which is just a hole in the wall and grabbed a pair of flannel boxers and a pair of old ripped up jeans. The Back pocket is ripped open and the bottoms torn to shit. “Hide your eyes kids.” Both of the teen ages look away the girl takes a quick peek but Carson already has his boxers up and is stepping into his jeans. He pulls them up and turns around. “How old are you two?”

“18.” The guy replies.

“16.” Answered the girl, curling the hair behind her ear.

“Cool. Just if the cops come, your both 21.” Cody grabs his black wife beater and slides it off covering up his tan lines. He looks back at them as he walks out. “And no love stains on my bed… Condon are under the mattress. Wrap it, before you tap it son.” With that Cody turns and walks out, grabbing a hat off of one of his ’guest’ and putting it on. Before he makes it to the door a woman in her mid twenties wraps her arms around him and starts to make out with him. Cody goes with it and then they break apart. She smiles at him and Cody smiles back, Walking out throw the doors and hopping down five stair, then over the railing onto the dumpster and then to the ground. HE walks to the parking lot to see Jalie Standing out side the truck with her arms Crossed. “Shit, its locked.” Cody said with a smirk. “Doesn‘t that just lick a greasy hair sack?”

"Yeah, mighty convenient. What'd you do, pick up a hooker on your way in?" She asked.

"On the way out, actually." Cody replied.

Jalie rolled her eyes and tapped the window of the truck.

"Can we get going, or do I have to wait while you spread the love?"

"You offering?" Cody smiled. "Cause I'll Spread my love on you." He stuck out his tongue and Walked to the drivers side opened the door without a key. He unlocked the door and Jalie climbed it.

She shook her head, settling into the seat and propping her feet up on the dashboard.

"You're never gonna stop trying, are you?" She asked him.

Cody grinned, glancing over at her as he started the truck.

"I told you babe.. I'm not a quitter." He said.

Jalie rolled down her window and turned the radio on. The local station was blaring Static X, making Jalie smile. She leaned out the window, letting the wind whip her hair back out of her face. When she set back in she popped open the glove box

A mess of condom wrappers, lottery tickets, and beer cans tumbled out and onto her lap. She looked over at Cody.

"Just a regular neat freak huh?"

He smiled, reaching over and grabbing the last un-used condom and stuffing it into his pocket.

"Never know when you might need one." He winked. Cody whipped the wheel and almost sent jalie throw the door. They pulled up to a gas station and Jalie looked at Carson. “For one thing, we need Gas, and for another I‘m fucking starved. You want anything?”

"Eh, yeah... A slushie.. And a wine cooler." She said.

She brushed the rest of the garbage off her lap and adjusted her black bikini top. Cody's eyes were fixed on her chest, causing her to smack him upside the head.

"Dude. Alcohol. Now." Jalie demanded.

“Yeah, Got it.” Cody replied as he started toward the store.

“What do you need sir?” A young kid asked. He is in a blue top and a stupid hat.

“Dude, fill it up.”

“Okay man.”

Cody walked into the store and walks to the back where the beer cooler is. He grabs a couple of Mickey’s, a sub from a different cooler and a slushy. He walks up to the counter and pays for it and the gas. He walks out and smirks. He climbs into the truck and hands everything to Jalie. He opens his sub and takes a bite. Then starts the truck and pins it, almost spilling Jalies slush.

Jalie opened the wine cooler and dumped it into the slush, putting the lid back on. She glanced out the window as Cody jerked the wheel to the right, pulling up in front of the office of the Motel 6. He got out and headed inside. Jalie watched him speaking to the receptionist guy; the two of them kept glancing back out at her. Cody winked and nodded to the guy then came jogging back to the truck.

"What the fuck was that about?" Jalie asked. Cody snickered.

"I told him we just got married, and this is our honeymoon. Got us a discount." He said. Jalie stared at him blankly, then shook her head.

"Hey, you should be happy. Being married to you IS worth something after all." Cody teased. Jalie spit a mouthful of ice-cold slush into Cody's lap, making him jump.

"Get to the room, monkey boy." She told him.

Cody puts the truck into reverse and smashes into a cop car. “Fuck.” Cody exclaimed. Jalie's eyes went wide. She looked like a deer caught in headlights. Cody turned in his seat to look behind the truck. He turned back to Jalie only to find the passenger door open and her missing. “Fuck.”

The cop walked up to the door and tapped on the window. Cody rolls it down. Then smiled at him.

“Licence and registration.”

“Fuck you.” Cody replied, shooting his fist out and catching the cop in the face as the scene fades out.

“Can I get my fucking phone call captain loves the cock.” Cody carson yelled as we fade into a jail cell. Cody is pacing back and forth in nothing but is boxers. “I want to phone someone to bail my ass out.”

The cop was whipping the dried blood from under his nose and glaring at Cody as his eye swelled. “No ones going to bail your ass out. I could slap you with so many charges it would make your head spin.”

“How fucking original.” Cody said to himself.

“Fine boy, make you phone call.” The oversized cop got up and pulled his nightstick out. “But if you try anything so help you god.”

“Yeah yeah fuck the fuck up.” Cody replied not fearing the cop. He walked over to the phone and punched in the numbers. It rang twice and then a female answered.

“Hello?”

“You are a fucking bitch.”

“Oh hey Cody.”

“Come bail me out.”

“I‘m almost there. I had to find you credit card.”

“Hurry the fuck up. This guy is looking at me like I‘m a Twinkie. Fucking cop.”

Laugher is all Cody Could hear as he slammed down the phone. The cop, not so amused slammed the nightstick into Carson abdomen then kicked him into the cell as he doubled over. “Your lucky boy, I usally fuck guys like you.”

“Not surprising you stupid shit. But you have never or will you ever meet a guy like me again. Cause if you bring you dick anywhere close to my ass I swear on my life I will cut it off, make you eat it. Beat it out of you ass and make you eat it again.”

The cop slammed the bars with the nightstick and Cody smirked. Cody slid onto the bed, holding his ribs. He stared at the ceiling and put a hand behind his head, waiting for Jalie might be fun after all.

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MAtch Talk

Vanity. The quality or condition of being vain, or in other words, self-pride and worth. Value is what it’s about. Taking pride in your work and accomplishments, among other things. It’s the right to be cruel and unusual. The right to be conceited and self centred. The right to care about nothing but yourself. In all of my life, one word couldn’t describe so much. It couldn’t mean so much that it actually makes me stop and think. For one second, the word Vanity just sends a chill down my spine. For one moment, I taste a sweet breath of air. For one simple heartbeat, I realize what it’s all about, and then I wake up. Vanity. It’s not for the weak hearted. You’ve got to be a real man to live that kind of a life. In no way, does the act of being vain, constitute the rights to be a complete moron, but more importantly, a complete jackass. That’s who I am, and what I am all about. I am a vain person. A cold hearted selfish son of a bitch who wants nothing but to be the best. That’s who I am, and that’s who I want to be. It’s always been that way. Even since I was a lonely little boy. I’ve always pondered that thought. But, along with being the best, comes the reward. The most thought of and most respected items of them all. A title. Much like the word Vanity, it sends shivers down my spine. A Title is everything that a wrestler could hope for and dream of. A Title is the one special accomplishment that dubs you to be the best. It’s every wrestler’s one true goal.

I guess being the best doesn’t always guarantee you everything in life. Why? Who knows why? The only the question that remains, which is the only question that matters, is the question of when. When will I win the big one? Today? Tomorrow? Next Tuesday? You’ll never know.

I’m not going to prove anything to anyone but myself, this Sunday. I know what I’ve got to do and I plan on doing it. But I guess my opponent don’t know what its like to be a true man. I mean a true man would back up his word. A True man would come out and fight after being verbally backslapped. A True man would fight for what he believes in and well Alex, your beliefs, your legacy sucks. Your nothing but a washed up has been that will never be able to stand in the stop light as long as I’m around. When I’m old and Grey maybe then you could shine, but not now. I’m in my prime, I have nothing to lose. Fuck the world title man.

What the hell am I talking about if I lose? I’m un-fucking-stoppable. I’m a king bitch. Bow you me and kiss my feet. So I can boot in in the face and make you feel privileged to even be in my presence. Fuck this, I don’t even know way I’m talking anymore, you’re a waste of fucking skin any way, and even on you best fucking day, your still not in my league. So vete a la mierda perra. Mother fucker.