[Forward] _________________________________________________________________

Love, who know what it is? Who cares what it is? All you need to know is that you need it to live. But what happens if love over takes you. What if you have two loves in your life? How can you choose? Are you dubbed to live a life of lies? And what if you choose one. Who’s not to say you chose wrong? The question has stuck with men and women alike for centenary and for many more. This is what separates us from any other living thing. That fact that we second guess our selves. That’s what can end up destroying it all. Everything you work for can be tossed away when you second guess yourself.

So, when the time comes for you to choose, will you be strong enough? Can you turn someone you love away? Will you be able to tell them your heart beats strongly for another. Many people think they can. Maybe some can. But most fail. Most stop and can’t control them selves. They go on leading two separate lives. One with one person the other with another. This isn’t the way to go. But so many people do it.

Love is something that people take for granted. People think they love someone because of their looks or they way they talk. That’s not love. Love is something you feel. Not the way a person looks. Nothing like that. Love is something that is real. And you can love and you can like. But what happens when you do love two people. Lets just say… Your about to make the biggest decision in your life.

Roleplay _________________________________________________________________

Cody Carson gets out of the back of a cab and stretches. Cody looks over and Carmen Dumas is also stepping out. “Great to be back home eh?” Cody asked and she walked to the back of the cab and pulled out a couple of bags.

“Yep. I hate leaving Jalie down there but I am really home sick.”

Cody throws a bag over his shoulder and carries the rest up to the front door of his house. The house is white and has a beautiful deck stretching out. There are a few wooden chairs on the deck in the front and it looked pretty clean. Cody set the bags down and opened the front door. Cody walked into his house and smiled. He slowly started to walk through it… the kitchen over looked the dinning room… the plasma Tv still sat there. The couch everything is how he left it.

“Cody…” carmen started as she shut the door and took her boots off. She slowly walked toward him as she bat her eyes and bit her bottom lip. He stood At the end of the couch and looked at her. HE dropped the bags and she wrapped her arms around his waist. “Cody, I…” She started. “I want to have kids.”

Cody‘s eyes widened and he looked at her. “So do I.”

She hugged hem and dropped her head onto his chest. Suddenly the door bell rang and Carmen looked at cody. “Our first guest.” She said and ran off to get the door. Cody smiled and fell down onto his couch. HE grabbed the remote of the end table and turned the TV on. He started to flick through the channels and stopped at the movie channel. ‘Van Wilder’ was on.

Carmen walked up to the door and opened with a smile. “Hi.” She greeted.

A man in a Fed X shirt and hat stood in front of her. “I have a delivery for a Mr. Cody Carson. Sorry its so late… but every time I came no one was home.”

“Oh, We just got back from my sisters.”

“Oh, Well welcome back. Anyway, is Mr. Carson around?”

Carmen looked into the house and then back at the man “I can take it.”

“Okay, Just sign here.” The man pointed to a spot to sign on a piece of paper. He handed Carmen a pen and she signed for it. The man smiled and tipped his hat to her then turned and walked back to his truck. Carmen looked at the package label. “To: Cody Carson. From: You should know.” She read allowed. She opened the package a little the ripped the rest off, seeing it to be a hard covered book. She glared at the book then stormed into the living room. Cody still watched the TV. Then suddenly Carmen pitched the book at him. It caught in right in the face.

“What the fuck?” Cody asked shocked.

“I was just about to ask you the same thing.” Carmen said with Tears in her eyes. She stormed off up the stairs and Cody looked around for what hit him. On the couch lay a hard covered book. The cover has a beautiful woman on it with long brown hair and eyes that made you melt. The title was a baby blue that read ‘Leather and Lace, The rise of a Wrestling Goddess’. The author was none other then Brandi James. Cody Picked up the book and opened it. In the front cover there is an inscription Cody reed out loud “To the only man that you can trust but you can‘t. That man that will stand up for thing he believes and for people cares about. The man that will stand up for people smaller then him and for people who do not deserve it. To the man that I shall for always trust and hold dear to my heart. Cody Carson. There will never be an exact word that could ever express my true undying love for you. Love, Brandi James.” Cody blinded a couple of times then started to siphon through the pages. He gets into it a bit and Comes to chapter six, entitled ‘Still the one.’ A letter has this chapter book marked. Cody pulled the letter out with shaking hands and gulped. He closed his eyes and opened the back of the envelop. He pulled the paper out and flipped it open. He didn’t read it out loud but the letter reads a follows.

Dear, Cody As I was writting this book, and taking a hard look back on my life I realized that I had many unanswered questions. Such as When was it exactly that I realized I loved you? When we were eighteen? Sixteen? Maybe 10? I'm not exactly sure 'cause the truth is, I can't picture a time when you weren't in my life. I always deep down knew that you were the one who could look into my eyes and see my soul. I never questioned your commitment to our friendship. I look at you and I see my best friend.

Your energy and passion inspire me in ways I never thought possible. Your inner beauty is so strong that I no longer fear being myself, I fear nothing at all. I never knew what unconditional love was till, I sat down to write this book, and realize that your love for me has been just that all along, unconditional.

And I then realized that although we were often apart, you were always with me, you truly were my soul mate. I tried to push you away, but you never allowed me to. No matter what I need you're always there for me. You've given me purpose when I felt that I had none. Cody, I realize now that without you my soul would be empty, my heart would be broken, and my being is incomplete. I just want you to know that I love you with all that I am, and I thank God everyday you were brought into my life, and I thank you for loving me.

With All my love Always, Brandi

Cody breathing sped up… He Slowly started to turn pale. Everything he had seemed to be gone in less then a second. Suddenly the warm sensation of tears fell from his face. “Who am I? Why now? Why when I become happy, does everything seem to come for me? These are questions I must answer. The one I must answer first… is Who do I love?” Cody started to shake. His entire body quivering… shaking. The only thing that brought him out of it was the slam of a door and the realisation that Carmen Dumas was gone.

Match talk _________________________________________________________________

Alex Wilkins I now know who you are. You are an imbecile. A talentless fucknard. A blatant waste of human life and oxygen. Why do you go on? It perplexes me... Why you would continue trudging through life when you are in such a hideous state of being. A shell of a man, some would say. Yet you continue on, obviously convinced in some manner that you’re a force to be reckoned with. It’s kind of like watching one of those nature shows, where the deformed runt of the litter struggles to survive. And he does okay for a while, but you know eventually some ugly ass, snorting, hairy hyena is gonna come up and eat the hell out of him.

And no, I don’t know how he would ‘eat the hell out of him’ in place of just eating him. Maybe he would eat him really hard, or something. Or eat him slowly so it’s all agonizing and stuff. No! I have now decided that eating is a euphemism for kicking ass. So that fugly, smelly ass hyena is going to eat the living hell out of him. And you know what, Alex? I am that hyena.

...I mean. Fuck. Nevermind.

I've already got you all figured out, Mike. You try and try to exceed others expectations, to prove that even in one match, you were good. You were damn good. But it's still not happening. And as time goes by, you're starting to sink. You're sinking into your beliefs that you will always be second rate. Slowly but surely, you're starting to believe that everything people say about you is true. You're nothing. Filler for an empty slot on the roster. What have you accomplished? The world title, sure. You beat Zeek fucking William. Woo, what an accomplishment.

You actually thought I was gonna amount to something here... Until I started picking on you. What, just because I happen to choose you as an opponent i’m suddenly no good? I really don’t understand your fucking logic buddy. I get the feeling you’re one of those people who says whats on their mind without considering what it’ll sound like. You’re coming off as an unintelligent prick with no sense of sophisticated conversation. Whether you mean to or not, that’s what i’m wondering. So tell me... Are you purposely making yourself out to be a fucking slutbag, or is it just natural talent?

Back to Alex

Tsk tsk. You tried to pull the seniority card. Funny... And a nice attempt, but you failed. It’s easy to recognize someone who builds up false confidence in light of a future defeat. You’re pathetic, you fucking mortal. You will never be anywhere near my level. And you know why? Because you’re good for nothing. You never will be if you keep this attitude up. Respect those who have come before you, my dear. You’ve failed to do this. And you know what?

You’ve gone and pissed me off.

And not a single soul will be there to help you this Sunday. I’m going to teach you the meaning of humiliation. Ever heard the saying, ‘keep your words soft and sweet... you may have to eat them later’? You should keep that in mind. Obviously, I have no reason to go by this any longer. Sure, when I was new to the business, I tried not to step on any toes. But then I got better... I got smarter... And I matured into the man that I am. Most people fucking hate me. That’s perfectly fine... And fitting, seeing as I fucking hate them too. I despise you. You disgust me. The amount of men that have come along that look and act just like you is ridiculous... It’s disturbing. How many people can come across the same way. And it only proves my theory on how fucking pathetic 99.9% of the human race is. That ninety nine percent... They’re sheep. They follow the theory, the idea of what they should be according to their class, look, and family affiliation. I took those expectations and broke them. I twisted them and bent them into my own view of how this world should be.

Hell, in my world, people would worship me. They would all see me for who and what I am, and respect me for it. Because what I am... Is phenomenal. I am beyond any expectations. I am beyond you. I am fucking unstoppable and yet, I can be humble when it’s needed. Unique... To say the least. But you... You can’t manage to see any of this. Because you’re blinded by your own theory. Your theory... That I’m intimidated by you. That I’m an easy win. That I’m no match for you. Heh... You amuse me, fugly. Am I supposed to be worried? Shall I cower?

I think not.

Now of course... The world isn’t mine (yet) so I can’t make everyone see what others have already. And that’s not delusional. It’s simply facing facts. I have done more than you will ever accomplish. I could retire right now... And be happy with what I’ve done. Almost, anyway. I haven’t yet won a world title I can be proud of. It’s been offered... But I never took anyone up on it.

Simply put... You are beneath me. And you will be... Until you start improving somehow. And even then, you’re going to need a lot of fuckin’ practice to take me out. Do you know how much training that would require? Your God can’t even help you now.

Now Mikey…

Poor, poor mikey. My partner kicked your ass right? I think That basically says it all. History will repeat it’s self, Nat and I will head on to the final. I shall walk out of Lost souls a double Champion…and at least I know she will have one title. But sorry mike, I have noticed some thing I must point out. You get these nicknames and it inflates your ego. But the bigger that ego gets, all the better to pop the motherfucker. You think that just because you’re the world champion you have gained some sort of respect right? Not from me. As I stated when I first arrived in the AWA. Respected is earned, not give. The only way that I will respect you is by you beating me. And seeing as that isn’t going to happen any time soon you can expect the cocky ass Cody Carson.

Rick young, The brother of the world champion. If you where in the ring for even a second, don’t you think your brother would steal all the fame and leave you with nothing. Sure, blood is thicker then water, but don’t you really hate it some times when you train your brother, get him into the best shape of his life just to have him take the world title and not even thank you. Hell, I would have already beat the shit out of him. That’s world title should be your man. You know it… Just think about it the next time your brother asks you for help. When was the last time he said thank you?

Think about it.

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