“So, what’s wrong?” She asked almost touching his back but pulling her hand away.

“Nothing.” HE said, still not looking at her. He fought with himself to just not give in to her, to not look at her and see how bare he felt.

“Don‘t bull shit me Cody Carson.” She said with a smirk. “I was engaged to you don‘t forget.”

“Yeah, you where…” Cody said, without a hint of sarcasm.

“Cody,” Carmen said, her voice suddenly changing to soft. “I… We…”

Cody scoffed and looked at the sky. “Don‘t worry about it.”

“Why won‘t you look at me?”

Cody paused for a minute, thinking. “I don‘t want to look at you.”

Carmen looked at him puzzled and then looked herself up and down. “Hell honey, if I was a normal man, I would want to look at me? Not to be conceded.”

“I‘m not a normal man Carmen.” Cody said still refusing to look at her.

“Damn it Cody, You almost killed your best friend.”

Cody spun around to look at her now. His face in a glare the scared her. He advanced on her, Grabbing her and slamming her into the door of his apartment, walking through, still holding her but the arms and slams her into the wall as tears well up in her eyes. “Don‘t you dare tell me right from wrong. Seth deserved everything he got and more. That’s son of a bitch ruined my life.”

“Look at yourself Cody. Listen to your…” Carmen stopped and he let her go he grabbed his head and groaned as he walked into the kitchen and grabbed a beer. “What‘s happening to you Cody? ”

Again he refuses to look at her. “Nothing, Don‘t worry about it.”

Carmen storms up to him shaking her head. She grabs him and pushes him against the counter. “I do worry about it.” She touches his cheek and slides her hand down his rippling abs. “I don‘t want your to get hurt or to hurt anyone.”

“Your one to talk.” Cody mumbled.

Carmen looked at him blankly, deserving that shot. She nodded and then turned to walk out. As she left Carson standing there. After a couple of seconds Cody spun of the counter and walked out after her, He quickly jumped over the railing, not even thinking, he landed almost on top of her. Carmen jumped back and fell onto her ass as Cody Hobbled up to one foot, Fighting through the pain as Carmen got up Carson grabbed her and pushed her against the metal bars surrounding the pool. She looked at him as they laced their fingers together, Cody leaned in to kiss her and just before their lips meet, and elderly lady baring a cane screamed at them. “Get a room your young wipper snappers.” Cody turns to look at her and smirks.

“Yes Mrs. Anderson.” Cody turned back to Carmen who was biting her bottom lip. “Carmen, I apologies, I‘ve been a dick. Will you take me back?”

“Yes Cody. Now kiss me you fool.” The two start to make out and then suddenly we are back in Carson apartment. Cody is still standing there against the counter. He shook his head to get the day dream out of his mind and then rolled off the counter and walked to the door. Carmen was climbing into a car with a brown haired man and Cody just glared. He turned around and punched the wall as hard as he could, backing some of it off but busting his hand open. He squeezed his fist and watched the blood trickle down his hand and onto his arm.

“Not so tough without a ball bat eh?” Came a females voice from behind him.

Cody refuses to look at his friend and Carmen sister. “ I‘m sorry Jalie… But what’s done is done.”

“You’re just as bad as him for fuck sakes. Only, Seth didn‘t try to make your head part of a car.” Jalie was furious. Almost debating the best way to kill Carson.

“If you don‘t want to say here, then its cool… Not like anyone wants to be around me, a second rate champion and a third rate man.” Cody walked back into the apartment and into the kitchen opening his beer and taking a couple of swigs.

“What the hell are you talking about?” She asked walking in and shutting the door.

Cody again would not turn and look at her. “Seth is right, he deserves the title more then me, You deserve a better partner then me. there is no way in fucking hell I can walk into a match with 6 of the greatest AWA superstars and walk out with the world title on my waist,” Cody Paused “I kinda hope they kill me.” He mumbled the last part but Jalie caught it.

“No you don‘t.”

“Yes I fucking do. Seth is my fucking brother, and he hates me, he wants my head on a silver platter. Alex hates me, Everyone in this match is going to go straight for my head. And Plus I got to defend my… Our tag team titles against rick and Mike. The bastards that screwed me only a week ago. So, if you do think I want to die, give me a good reason why?”

“My…”

“Your sister, she hates my guts, that’s why she is running off with some brown haired goof…”

“Chill dude.”

“No, you know what, fuck this, I‘m out of here.” Cody throw the bottle and it broke against the wall, as he stormed out past Jalie, the rain started to fall and the wind picked up. HE turned and jumped down the steps, until he hit the bottom. He jumped into his truck and sped off.

*/\*Two.*/\*

The cameras fade into the sounds of police sirens. I know, Cody Carson is getting arrested again right? Wrong. The cameras slowly fade into a section off part with yellow police tape. A red truck was destroyed, as was a black one. Cody Carson is being put onto an orange back board, they lift him up and put him onto the stretcher. The other driver is put in hand cuffs and tossed into the back of a cruiser, despite his truck taking the worst of the damage, he looked pretty ok.

“He can up positive for Marijuana, Myth and his Blood alcohol count was .9 No wonders he’s not hurt. ” The officer who pushed the scrawny guy into the cruiser said.

“What about him?” The rookie cop asked, as he pointed to Carson.

“HE was clean.” The cop said as the man wrote something down. “He looks formulary… I think I have seen him before.”

“You ever watch the AWA net work?” The younger cop asked, not looking up from the paper.

“Yeah, its awesome to see guys beat the shit out of each other and it all be real, like UFC only better.”

“Well, that’s the world champion.”

“That’s not Cody Carson.” The cop smiled. “Stop fucking with my brain.”

“Sergeant, He was just in a car accident, He’s not going to look the same.”

The sergeant squinted at Carson and then his eyes widened. “It is him.”

Alex, what the fuck is your big problem with me anyway? I mean is it come kind of personal grudge against me because I’ve probably banged your girl once or twice? OR do you just truly hate the fact that you can’t beat me? You say, I cheated to win? Well, that’s my style your fucking retard. You really think I give two shits about what you think? Your nothing, and as the old saying goes, ‘Everything’s legal behind the refs back.’ Jesus man, I don’t even know why I’m wasting my breath on you. All you ever talk about is how your can ‘wrestle’. Who give a shit is you can ‘wrestle’, in this league man, you got to survive at any cost. So until you realise that. Piss off.

Okay everyone, this is a warning for all you fucking dumb shits who sit there and let you kids listen to everything I say, cover their ears, make them leave the room, or hell, do what you do when Jimmy Stryker gets onto the TV, mute the fucking thing. This guy is a fucking no body, a nothing. He talks a lot of shit but hell, he can’t even beat Adonis. And when he does, he needs help. Fuck this shit, I’m not even talking about you, because apparently, I’m not a concern to you, but if I have my way, your ass is going to be first gone. I mean hell Jimmy, the only thing you have wrestled with in your entire fucking life is your sexuality.

Who are you to say that the only competition in this match is Johnny Arnette? Hell hiding behind your own stupidity isn’t going to get you pretty fare. I mean I know that part of you is big an all, but when you say stupid shit like that it just proves everyone’s point. YOU ARE A FUCKING RETARD! There’s nothing you can say or do to piss me off, because I look at you and I have to smile, remembering back in the day when you where Jalie’s, Seth’s and My little bitch. No one wanted you around. We made you out to be a fool and every time you open your mouth you just prove it to the millions of people watching.

We should have let you do it along time ago. I mean just hand you a knife and you slit you wrists. See, Seth, Jalie and I don’t have to make you look like a tool, your doing a pretty damn good job of it yourself. And trust me, when this is all said and done, you will want to take an early retirement, because you can’t hang with the big boys. No, little boys are more your style right?

Ok, Earmuffs off kiddies.

Johnny Arnette…

Oh yeah, you where that scrawny little cum stain that I was suppose to fight last week before we both got take out from behind by a pussy that’s two damn chicken shit to face me, face to face. But I’ll get to him in a second. I can understand why he is in this match… But what I can’t understand is why he is even trying to wrestle. He couldn’t wrestle, fight, rip, tare, bite, scratch, crew, or talk his way out of a wet paper bag, what makes him think he can go anywhere in this match. Like I see why your part of it man, you deserver the shot at me, but there is no way in hell you can even come close to winning. All you do is repeat your self anyway, I’m, starting to think you have a mental disease telling you, “Johnny, your great. Your so great, you must repeat it for the world to hear.” I million fucking times.

But Johnny, really man, I thought women mad men hard. But it seems little Skylar Black has made you pretty damn soft. I mean hell, when you first came in here, I started to get the tingle of a challenger, but now… Now your nothing. No more tingle, no more anything. Kinda like when Skylar is around, you just can’t get hot over an ugly ass bitch like that… She had her shot at greatness, but she turned away.

Your not shit man, you think your are, you tell yourself you are but you nothing. You like an horse with a broken leg, you know what they do to houses with broken legs? They take them out back, behind the barn and blow their fucking brains out. Well, think of this X match as the farmer taking you out behind the barn, baring a twelve gauge double barrel shot gun. Sorry man, but it’s the cold hard fucking truth.

Ok, Two brother, one match, one title that neither have a fucking chance at, because the champion kicks ass, what’s the since of even trying guys? I mean you got two matches with me. Well, one of you do… But whatever, Until you open your mouths, I’m just going to say this… Paybacks a bitch mother fuckers.

Seth Thomas… A man that is, was and always will be a partner, a brother and most of all a friend. See Seth and I don’t always see eye to eye on some things, but I thought that he would be even happier then me when I won the title. I know I wasn’t there for you when you got hurt dude, I was in a world of fuckin pain myself… Wait, you know what, I was going to take the calm cool approach to this but fuck that shit.

Seth you are a fucking dick. You turn you back on your friends and on your wife. You hate the fact and Jalie and I are getting close… That’s the only reason this shit is going on. Its not because of this fucking title. What’s wrong? You feel a little competition? And if you said yes to that, you deserve everything I’m going to give you. I would never take your wife away from you, nor would I want Jalie. I mean hell she’s fucking fine and shit, but she’s your girl you dip shit.

And go a head, say the same thing about me and this title. I don’t give a shit. Yeah, I like the thing and the pay, but I could give two shits if I lose it. All I want is to kick the shit out of every one and win this match. I know how you think Seth, you and I where tight. I know just how to push you, just how to fuck with your mind. And you think you know the same about me. But I have grown to show the weak-minded enemy, something that’s not there. And I hope you aren’t as stupid as half of the locker room and fall for the bait.

Seth Thomas, consider this your invitation to settle all of this… Not to be a fucking wigger like John Cena from the WWE, but I do agree with his saying… ‘You want some… Come get some.’ So, here’s the challenge, show up, bring it all, and when I am standing tall, with my foot on your chest, you look up at me, and see who’s the best.