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“I know.” Cody said in a low voice. “Jesus, that guy could have fuck all the work you did on that shoulder.” Carmen said, starting her pacing again. “I know.” Cody replied again. “Why would Seth tag you in. He knew you where hurt.” Cody‘s head shot up and he was staring at her. “Seth knew I was hurt. I knew I was hurt, But I still went out there. I still fought. Nothing can change that.” Cody’s voice softened. “Babe, seriously, I knew I was going to get hurt again. But I had to go out there… And I have to go out there this week.” “I‘m Sorry to say Mr. Carson but you won‘t be doing any wrestling for a long time.” a man in a white coat with a grey goatee and a very deep voice said. The man was fat, his pants looked about 2 sizes to small and under his white coat he word a faded striped shirt. “What do you mean?” Carmen asked, looking at him “Well…” The doctor started. “I‘m wrestling.” Cody said his face looking at the floor again. “Mr. Carson, I‘m sorry to tell you but if you do wrestle, you may cause permanent damage to that shoulder.” “Doc, I really don‘t give a shit right now.” Cody replied getting off the bed and slowly trying to slip on his shirt. He can’t get it on and Carmen walks over and helps him get it on. “You see Mr. Carson, You can‘t even get your own shirt on. How do you expect to be doing power slams and jumping off the ropes and landing on that shoulder.” the doctor said, walking towards Cody. “Let me ask you this doc,” Cody started. “Have you ever been to a wrestling event, ever been in a ring, in front of millions of fans, that just love to chant your name.” “No.” “Then shut the fuck up. You can say shit about me not being able to wrestle.” “Cody hun,” Carmen said as she walked over and rested his hand on his chest. “Maybe its time to take a break.” “I just got here and you want me to stop.” Cody said, and he slid off the table. “Fuck that. I‘m out of here.” The doctor stopped him. “I‘m Writing a letter to Mr. Riggs telling him that you can not wrestle.” With out even thinking Cody grabbed the doctor by the throat and slammed him into the wall. “Don‘t ever threaten me again.” Cody said as Carmen tried to pull his hand free. Cody looked at her and then let go, storming off out the down and down the hall. Carmen ran off after him and the two walked out of the hospital. Four hours later Carson sat on the bleachers of a near by baseball diamond. He was in an old foot ball jacket and a blue and black quicksilver hat. The clouds in the sky where a dark grey and looked like they where about to pour out very soon. Cody jumps suddenly and reaches into his black jean pocket, pulling out his cell phone. He flipped it open and stoke into it. “Yo…” On the other end you can hear a females voice. "Mister Carson...It's Samantha Raine. Do you have a minute to talk?" Cody smiled "For you I got two." "That's sweet of you. I am calling about two things really. The first of which was your outburst with the Doctor. Do you have anything to say in your defence about your attitude towards him?" "Look, No to bit doctor is going to tell me a can't wrestle. I'm sick of people telling me a can’t do thing that I can do. Now if your going to say that i can't wrestle in my match without clearance, then this conversation is over. But if you do say I can't, You better hire extra security, because I will come and I will bring hell. So quite frankly, I could care less what the doctor says... but why do you have the papers? He said they where going to Riggs." Cody questioned. "Let's just say I have my ways Mister Carson and I was actually going to make them disappear for you, because the rematch between you and Josh Stevens will be as big if not bigger than Mike Young and Zeek Williams at Lost Souls and the fact that your not at a hundred percent will make even more people want to watch your match to see if you can over come someone as technically sound as Stevens, but I don't know about it after little out burst towards me." Cody's tone quickly changed "Sorry. But I just thought you where going to say... Well, your not one hundred percent, Fuck you. I really want a shot at that son of a bitch... Bad shoulder or not. My brother in law is in the hospital because Josh had me distracted and I couldn't help Seth. So the sooner I get him the better. What was the second thing you wanted to talk to me about?" "Well how about the sooner part of you getting your hands on Josh Stevens this week on Showdown in a Submissions match for the number one contendership of the X title. Not to disrespect your brother in law at all, but with Brent Randall quitting and Seth in the hospital there is no contender for the X title." Cody closed his eyes and swallowed "Yeah, I know about the match. Riggs emailed me. And I'm more then ready. it will not disrespect my brother... I will honour him by taking the win and shutting Josh up for good. I just hope my shoulder can hold up." Cody said, more to himself then to her. "Well then I guess that is every thing than. I wish you good luck on the match." "Yeah, thanks. I'll see ya Sunday. Later." Cody hung up the phone before she could even say bye. He dropped the phone backing this pocket and shook his head. Carmen Dumas walked over and started up the bleachers. She sat down and leaned her head on Cody’s good shoulder. “So,” She asked. “I can‘t change your mind about this?” “Nope.” Cody, his arm sliding around her, said to Carmen. “Cody, I know you feel like…” Carmen started. “Stop. If you where about to say anything about Seth, no. But He would do the same damn thing if it where me.” He stated. “This was the guy that back in the day slammed a title into the back of your head.” She reminded him. “That was then, this is now. Seth would do it for me, and I will do it for him.” “Cody, You can’t. Your hurt. Please, don‘t do this.” Carmen pleaded. Cody stood up suddenly and started down the bleachers. Carmen watched as the man she loves walked away. Cody more to himself then to Carmen spoke. “Watch me.” Cody Carson has his feet hooked to the roof and his arms at his side, hung upside down. “I know you‘re going to love this, but don‘t be gentle.” “No problem.” a man standing in the dark walked out holding a Kindo Stick. “I never thought I would ask you for help.” Cody said with a sickening tone. “So hostile.” “Fuck you Stryker. Get with it.” Cody pulled himself up doing a sit up, as he came down, Styker nailed in in the guy with the cane. Again and again this happened. After about fifteen minutes Cody’s abs where a bright red and he was in a lot of pain. “Now what are we going to do about that shoulder?” Jimmy Stryker said with an evil grin. “You… tell… me.” Cody got out. He sat up one last time and unhooked himself with his good arm. He dropped onto his feet then fell to his knees gasping for air. “Well, I got something planned for that shoulder.” Jimmy said as he helped Cody to his feet. “This will be fun indeed.” Jimmy smiled evilly again and he lead Carson into an adjoining room. This room was full of light, much different from the dull orange that the other room was. This room had a wrestling ring, punching bags the works. “Wow, how did you afford this, rob a bank?” Cody asked sarcastically. Jimmy laughed. “Nope. But trust me kid, by the time your match come around, you will be set and ready.” “Stop with the ass kissing.” “Well, this is your test kid.” Jimmy said, as he stripped away his white wife beater. “What, you?” Cody asked with a large grin. “I‘m only the finish… Get into the ring.” Jimmy demanded as he himself climbed into the ring. Cody grinned, and rolled under the bottom rope. “Now, we got to get the old Cody back.” Jimmy started. “The one that didn‘t rely on others.” “Fuck you.” “Fuck me?” Jimmy asked. “I can live with that. Give me twenty push ups.” Jimmy said. “I…” Cody started but jimmy cut him off. “You say your sick of people saying you can‘t do things, yet we where just about to.” Jimmy paused. “Cody, YOU CANT DO IT!!!!!” Stryker screamed. Cody dropped down into a push up position with much pain. He started to do push up after push up, as sweat started to form on his face. The blood rushes to his face and it gets bright red as he fights the pain and pushes himself twenty times. Cody dropped and Jimmy smiled. “Get up.” Jimmy said. He Dropped down and started talking to Carson. “If only Carmen could see you now.” Jimmy stood up. “She’s to good for you Cody. You know that. Now get up.” Cody tried to push himself but he couldn’t Jimmy walked over and booted him in the gut. “GET UP!” He yelled. Cody grasped his ribs. “Do you think Stevens is going to be this gentle Cody. He‘s going to rip that arm right off.” Stryker kicked him in the stomach again. “GET UP!” Cody pushed himself up to a knee. Stryker, quickly grabbed him in a cross face, Cody squealed and tapped out within five seconds of the move. Styker stood up and walked over to the ropes. “It hurts that much?” Jimmy scoffed. “The old Carson would have never let me do that. The old Carson would have snapped, lost it, beat the shit out of me. Your soft Cody. And I may not like Carmen, but she doesn‘t want to see you get hurt. So toughen up or quit.” Stryker leans against ropes and waist for Carson. Cody pushes himself up. “The old Carson is dead. Its me now.” “Then you will never beat Stevens.” Jimmy bluntly put it. “Stevens has the fire that use to burn in you. It will never burn as strong in your as it use to, that I know. But Jesus Cody, find something.” Cody walks over and pushes Stryker. “Come on, show me if the old tank has some fire left in her.” “No.” Stryker said. “I‘m not going to wrestler you. You have to face Steven‘s on your own. You Can use this gym whenever you want… But before you face Steven‘s face your fear.” Stryker left the ring and put his shirt on. He slowly walked to the door. Copdy yelled to him. “Hey Stryker, When did you get so smart?” With out looking back Stryker replied “I always was, but the old Carson never listened.” Cody watched him go as he nursed his shoulder. Carmen Dumas sat up in her bed. He looked around the room and Cody Carson slowly lays down with her, his shirt off and pants undone. He kisses her and then pulls away from her. “I need you.” He said softly. “I know, and I‘m here.” She replied. “No, I need you. I need you with me when I take on Stevens. If your not there…” Cody looked to the side. “I know, and I will be with you.” Cody kissed her, and rolled off pulling her on top of him. Fighting the pain in his shoulder he wrapped his arms around her and we fade out.
Match talk Friendship is over-rated. Why is it people think they need others to support them in times of distress and need? That answer is simple.. because they are weak fools. They don't have the strength or the courage to stand on their own two feet. The weak people of the world have to band together under the guise of friendship in order to fend off the strong.
I have learned this lesson well. I, too, was once weak and had to band together in a group that made me think I was cared about. They abandoned me, leaving me to face the consequences of what was mostly their actions and doings. I'm not saying I was completely innocent. Going through what I have has made me who and what I am today. A heartless mother fucker bent on wreaking havoc wherever I go, so I've been told. I don't mind. It's fun, actually.
Josh Stevens, this guy is not to be taken seriously. I mean come on kid, you got your shot, and now you don’t even want to trash me? I mean what’s up with that? Hell I would settle for you saying more then three words about me. I’m sick of this bitch and I have only ever saw him once. You talk about you… About how you didn’t feel right, about how the ring rust is still with you. Jesus man, you’re a fucking idiot. No Body Cares about you. As everyone knows in the back, maybe your to fucking dumb to realise it, but the only reason people are watching to see if I can make you out to be what your really are. A Washed up has been that can’t hack it with the big boys any more.
For example, my opponent for Sunday - Josh Stevens. All the man does is talk. Yap, yap, yap. Josh, you done already? You haven't had enough air time. Matter of fact, I might be able to stand to see your senseless babble one more time. But why would I want to see that, you ask?
I enjoy a good laugh. So does my soon to be wife. We like to laugh. We like to make people laugh. We're regular comedians.
Sorry, sorry, off topic. The point is that Stevens, you make me laugh. You make me laugh at your idiocy. You make me laugh at your wrestling skills - or lack thereof. You make me laugh at your appearance. You look like a god damned ghost you white bastard. Go get a nose job and a tan, jackass. Stevens, let me break it down for you just one more time. I am Cody Carson. You are not. I am the soon to be X Division champion. You are not. I am the best damn wrestler in this world and the next. You are not. I am the greatest thing since woven baskets. You are not. I am a delicious man. You are not. In short, I am better than you. In other words, you suck.
Let's face it, jerkoff, this isn't your place of residence. This is MY home. You think that you can come here and just demand shit? Think again. You can't. You won't. I will not allow it. You think that there might be an offset chance of you defeating me on Sunday, right? The only way that you could possibly defeat a man of my stature is by hoping that I spontaneously drop dead in the center of the ring. Guess what? That's not going to happen. I am one healthy son of a bitch, and I'm here to stay.
You're more successful than me in LIFE? If I woke up one day... And had your friends... And your life... I would jump off the empire state building, and hope to catch my eyelid on a nail. As far as being more successful in the ring goes... Don't make me sick. You're ring skills are.... Well, lacking. Matter of fact, why don't you go back to wrestling school, it would suit you well. You could learn a thing or two. Matter of fact, why don't you check out MY wrestling school Up in Vancouver? Now there is a place where you might learn the ring skills you need to go head to head with someone of my calibre. Sure, to people like Troy Davidson , you may be a challenge... But to someone like me? HAH! That's hilarious.
The only reason you beat me fuck face is because I was hurt, and I still am. But does it look like I’m bitching about it? No. Why? Because I know that if I was one hundred percent, I would take you out back and beat you like the spoiled little bitch you are. Your nothing compared to me. And trust me, Come Sunday, Your shoulder isn’t going to be the only thing that will be sore. Let's get something perfectly clear here, bud. I don't know who you are, I don't care who you are. I don't give a shit about what you've done or what you want to do. I wouldn't give a shit if you were Jesus Christ, my plan would still be to snap your neck in about fifteen pieces and throw you in a ditch - leaving you for dead. You know what? Unlike you, I am not going to sit here and bore the piss out of everyone. I have other things on my mind. You're the furthest thing on my mind. Don't worry, Stevens, I'll see you on Sunday - D-Day.
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