“Fucking beeping. I really hate this shit… I am going to kill someone.” Cody said to himself out loud. The door to his room slowly opened and he tried to sit up. He could barely move but he managed to get a glimpse of who it was before he fell back down. “Come to brag about your new boyfriend?”

Carmen Dumas came into view as she walked up to the side of the bed and pulled the chair up next to it. She looked at Cody who, once again refused to look at her, staring at the ceiling. “Cody… I‘m…”

Cody’s mouth quivered a bit and he forced himself not to look at the pain in her face. He knew that she was in pain to see him like this. He could tell from her voice. “Don‘t.”

“I feel like I…”

“Don‘t.” Cody said more forcefully.

“But Cody… I.”

“Damn it Carmen, don‘t you under fucking stand that I could care less what your feeling right now? I really don‘t care if your sorry or if you in pain… Or in love with another man… I really don‘t care.” Cody said in probably the most serious voice he had ever used with her..

“Why? Why do you have to be this way Cody?” She asked as tears rolled down her face.

“Why…. YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO ASK ME WHY?” Cody yelled and then winced at the pain in his neck and head. Carmen reached up and touched his face. “Don‘t fucking touch me. Its not of your fucking business anyway.”

Carmen wiped the tears from her eyes. “Cody I… I…” She stopped, thinking for a second. “He‘s not my boyfriend, he gave me a ride.”

“Did you return the favour?” Cody snapped, and as soon as he said then he regretted them.

“Of course you dip shit.” Carmen said with a smirk. “No… It was my brother Jay.”

“Sure it was.”

“You know what Carson. Your not even worth it anymore. I thought I could wait for you to come around but your turning into my brother in law and your hating it.”

“Fuck you.” Cody said, knowing his words meant nothing.

“Fuck me?” Carmen scoffed. “Maybe once.”

Cody forced back the smile, not wanting to reveal that just having her there was good enough for him right now. He closed his eyes a swallowed hard.

“What‘s wrong babe… tell me.”

“Nothings wrong.” Cody said a little to forceful then he meant it. “Just leave me alone.”

Carmen stood up as tears made her makeup run down her face and she sniffled. She bit her bottom lip and walked to the door, looking back at Cody she felt she owed it to him to tell him how she felt. “For your information, Cam will never be you. So I could not love Cam. Because of you.” She scoffed. “I love you Cody.”

Cody swallowed and wanted nothing more then to tell he the same thing. It was like he was in a different world. Like he was watching himself say something he didn’t want to say. “Leave.” Carmen shook her head and walked out of the room as Cody got a stern look on his face. “I don‘t need her.” As much as he wanted to, Cody forced himself to believe he didn’t need Carmen. But he knew he did.

./dos.

The scene opens up with Cody Carson sitting in a wheel chair. A nurse with breast to big for her shirt was pushing him down the hall. His eyes are closed and his mind a blur. The nurse seemed to be a little concerned for him. And a little bored as they made their way to the elevator. Cody opened his eyes as they stopped and stared at his blurred reflection in the silver doors. He tried to drop his head but the neck brace prevented it. So he was left to stare at the blurred version on himself. He started to think about his life, and about what had happened earlier. His life was starting to become all fucked up and for the simple but hardest reason he had ever had to face. But suddenly the doors opened and Cody was pushed inside and slammed into the back of the elevator.

“What the fuck? I mean I know your horny and all you dumb blonde bitch. But Fuck I‘m injured here.” Cody said still not being able to turn and look at who was now pushing him.

“Mr. Carson, such language.” came a familiar female voice.

“Jalie Thomas.” Cody said, hardly surprised now.

Jalie pops to the side of the wheelchair seeing as Carson can’t turn to look at her and smiles. “How‘d you guess?”

Cody took a deep breath. “Jalie, look… I shouldn‘t have taken that shot at you a…” Jalie’s laugher stopped him.

“Fuck you Carson. You got into a car accident and now you apologizing…” Jalies shoots back around and looks right into Cody’s eyes. “Did the crash fuck what brain you did have up there…up?”

“What happened to my other nurse?” Cody asked, changing the subject.

“Oh… Her… Yeah… umm…” Jalie started.

“What did you do?”

“Nothing. Don‘t worry about it.” Jalie said with a smirk. “So where are we going?”

“Hell.”

“No, that would be to much fun dip shit.”

“I got to go to rehabilitation.”

“Ah.” Jalie looks up at the numbers and then looks back at Carson. “So, what happened?”

“What do you mean?”

“The accident fuck head.”

“Well, I was driving, and I got T-Boned by the guy. Plain and simple ”

“So, why where you all snappy.” Jalie asked, honestly wanting to know.

Cody fell silent and suddenly the doors clicked open. Jalie stared out at the weight room and slowly pushed Cody into it. Cody feeling all pissed off that everyone wanted to know why he was so pissed off all of the sudden, felt like he could walk. He himself didn’t really know what was sparking this anger inside of him. But he put up shield after shield, not letting anyone one in. He knew it was wrong, but really he could care less. He pushed himself up and out of the chair and nurses rush to his side as his legs crumbled under him. Jalie stared on in horror, never seeing Carson this bad off before. The doctor’s and nurses tried to help them up but Cody called Jalie. She reluctantly moved to his side and kneeled.

“Get them the fuck away from me.” Cody said in a world of pain.

“Cody, I know your stubborn and all. But this is a little much dude.” Jalie said, touching the back of his head, Jalie hated feeling so helpless when her dear friend needed him most but what could she do.

“If you‘re not going to help me, get away from me.” Cody said as spit shot from his mouth and hung ther as he tried to push himself up. He had it to his hands and knees, breathing hard. The Nurse tried to help him, but Jalie stepped over Carson and intercepted her.

“He can do it by himself. He doesn‘t want your help.” She spun to them all glaring at them. “He doesn‘t want any of your help. So back the fuck off.” She looked back at Carson who nodded his head the best he could. He reached up behind his neck and pilled the Velcro strap, taking it off.

“Thank you.” Cody said, in short deep breathes.

Jalie kneeled beside him again and he used her shoulder to pull himself up. He stood tall and stared at her. “How are you going to wrestle Sunday?”

Cody smirked but then actually thought about it. The smirk faded away and he started to think to himself. Then he spoke his thought allowed. “I don‘t know jalie… I don‘t know.”

Wait, what the hell am I saying? Mike young, put up a fight? Ha. The only thing mike has ever fought with is getting his cock up. And as you all know, he still can’t get it up. Unless I’m in the ring with him. Last time we fought it rubbed my leg. Horny little fag. But hell man, I have a gay friend and if that’s the way you swing, go for it. Mikey, You have to know man, your setting yourself up for all the verbal bitch slapping in the world. You can’t handle anything but Rick’s seconds. Your like a little kid turning their back on their friend after he and his girlfriend break you, suddenly, you start talking to her more, and eventually you two will fuck. It’s the way of life. But I find it funny that you have to take Rick’s seconds, because really, your brother cleaned the fucking plate. Sorry mike, but you will never be the same after this.

You know Rick, your brother doesn’t even want in this match… So your fending for yourself man… And well… Jalie basically will kill you and I will sit back and laugh. But honestly, I could careless about you. I don’t really care if you die tomorrow. The only thing that would hurt would be the fact that once again Brandi would be alone. Yeah, You guys got the upper hand on about two weeks ago, and I bet you feel pretty fucking proud about it. But you know what, it takes some balls to attack someone two on one.

What the fuck does my life mean to both of you anyway? Are you that fucking obsessed with me that you talk about me every waking moment of the day. I’m flattered guys, I never new you felt that way about me. It would seem that Adonis isn’t the only fag bag in the back. I mean if your really that obsessed with me and you wet your pants every time you talk about me, hell Rick, Mike looks a lot like me, just bend him over and slip it in. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind, and I’m pretty sure Brandi’s up for the kinky sex shit. I’ve only known her for about 20 years. But of course, I don’t know anything about HER RIGHT?

Mike, I’m sorry that I had to make you drop into this depressed state… Not that I really did, but hey what the hell, just mentioning it will get you thinking about just how fucked up your life is. Rick should never compare us. Besides from looks and both not having a girlfriend, we are completely opposite, At least I get laid. I’m not afraid to touch another woman and I don’t get off from rolling around on a mat with other men in tights. But yeah, I’m sorry of all the shit I caused. Really man I am. Because I remember something from calm class… Back in the day…. IF you tell someone something enough times, they will start to believe you… and act on it so mike… Go take a knife, put the cold blade to the throat and move it quick to the left, and suddenly you will be warm… then cold. it’s the last trial of everyone’s life… it’s the biggest sensation you will ever get. And hey, it’s a way to get back at everyone that has fuck with your life.

Once again Alex gets his shot at me and once again he keeps his mouth shut. You never change do you, you fucking tool. You bitch and moan until you get you opportunity at greatness for a forth fucking time and now look at you. You turn into a little bitch and not even shot the fuck up. You my friend are a fucking tard. Your never even worth my breath.

A little to hot for you Jimmy? Sick of getting verbally backslapped over and over again. I’m glad you’re keeping your mouth shut, I mean look at the rating they are throw the fucking roof. Mostly because of the trio of Seth Jalie and I but also because you have kept your fucking mouth shut. I mean hell man you make even Jessica Simpson look smart. And Just like every time in the past when you were our little lackey you’re going to keep your mouth shut again and be the little bitch you are.

Go ahead, say what ever you want about me. Call me a queer, call me a dick, call me a fucking loser, jobber, what ever the fuck you want to call me go for it. Because really you just continue to make yourself look like a retard. And I personally find it fucking hilarious. You go out and call Johnny the only competition… Is that because when you lose you know he won’t make fun of you because of it? You know that when you lose to ME, I will not let YOU live it down. That’s the only reason, or maybe it was because you know we would verbally bitch slap you… But as you can see, that didn’t help much did it?

I know the truth hurts Johnny my man, but I didn’t think it would shut you up for good. I mean What, just because I’m the first man in this industry to call you a fucking fake, you turn you back and run away with your tail between your legs. Just because you ‘purposely’ lost to Rumbler and Seth called you on it, it made you turn into the little pussy you really are? Jesus man, I always thought it was harder to break a person then that. Heh, I guess not. What ever, rating went up because of you to. People aren’t falling asleep from stupidity. I’m kinda glad I’m not in Canada so I could be classified as a Canadian with you. I mean you make Canadians look like stupid shits. Half the population’s mentality is shot to shit now because of you. Jesus man… Just when Canada was looking good, suddenly you show up and drag them…us…right back down.

Seth Thomas… what can I say… 90 percent of the shit you say is true. I have never beaten you, I do want to win this match but not for the title, because I have something to prove. I Don’t know you anymore. You are like a brother to me. But you know what? I don’t really give a shit if you die right now. The only thing I would care for is Jalie, because she would be so fucking heartbroken it wouldn’t be fucking funny.

Strictly business eh? Well Come Sunday, everything is strictly business. But Don’t think this shit is going to end come Sunday Seth. This shit is far from over. You turn your back on me, make me look like a fool, lie through your teeth to me… And you expect me not to be mad. You expect me not to take it personally. What the fuck happened to you man? I have apologies more then enough for not being there when you got hurt. For not standing tall, For losing the match… What the fuck do I have to do? Hand you this fucking title? IF that’s it then you have changed.

Back in RWA, EWO and every other fucking fed we where in together you told me to work, work for my shot. Don’t expect things to be handed to me. Take it if it happens but don’t expect it to happen. Look at you,. You want this title more then you want your fucking wife right now. I know she loves you… I’m her friend. And like it or not, you brought her into this, not me.

So Seth, Before you start on me about shit you don’t have a fucking clue about, take a look at your life man, and see how fucked up it really is. Go ahead and bitch and moan about you beating me, me not having the skill to do it… I don’t care Seth… But Sunday talking will be over… and your ass will be mine.