“God damn piece of shit!” came a loud scream from the garage of Cody Carson. The cameras pan in to find a Asylums lastest superstar laying on the ground, socket wrench in his hand and covered in grease. His white wife beater has a black spatter stain on it and now his face is covered in thick oil from his 1999 limited edition Kawasaki Ninja.

“You ok code?” asked a younger man sitting on a blue milk crate beside cody.

“I‘ll be fine.” Cody replied as he sat up, wiping the grease from his face with a blue cloth. Its been a long time since the wrestling world has seen Carson, but he looks the same. The same boyish face, same smirk, same eyes that can make you melt but also strick fear into you. Cody spit some oil out of his mouth and looked back at the man that was sitting on the milk crate. The man was in a torn up black shirt and a pair of old baggy blue jeans. He has a corona light in his hand and a smile on his face, “you know you don’t have to help me with this right kenny?”

“I know I don’t have to.” Kenny said with a smile as he took a sip from his beer he looked back at cody. “but its to much fun to watch you get your ass kicked by your bike.”

Cody chuckled to himself and stood up walking to the old fridge sitting to the left of the garage. He popped it open and grabbed out a kokanee and popped the top off. Hr took a couple of gulps and then walked back to the left side of the bike. He started down at the bike and shook his head at it. “I cant believe I have restoring this fucking thing.”

“I know bro. When you said that you where rebuiling the demon machine I just had to come and check this shit out. ” Kenny stared at the bike and his eyes went a little cloudy. “I remember the day you went down.”

“Feels like it was yesterday man.” Cody replied thinking back to the fateful crash that nearly killed him on this very bike.“Yep, but now that this bitch is rebuilt, or more like in the making of being rebuilt, she will be fine.”

“She better be or, Carmen will rip your balls off.”

“Fuck you.” Cody replied and tossed the cloth into his friends face.

“Fuck you. Fuck you.” came the soft voice of a three year old girl. Cody turned around to see his three and a half your old daughter Alexandria Jalie Carson standing in the drive way. She is in a green sundress and her long brown hair done up in pig tails. She smiles at her daddy and then runs to him. Cody grabs her under the arms and tosses her up into the air catching her. “Fuck you.”

“Hey! You don’t say that.”

“why?” She asked I n her innocent voice.

“Cause that’s a bad word.” Cody smiled as he gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Lets go inside.” the two start walking inside kenny following. As they walk through the screen door Carmen Carson, a beautiful brunette, dressed in a pair of tight jeans and old RWA Cody Carson Shirt tied up in the front just under your breast, met them just inside.

“When where you gonna tell me?” She asked with a look of complete anger on her face. “you told me it was done? You told me that Ally meant more to you, and that’s why you quit.”

“I know, but we need the money right now.” Cody replied as he sat his daughter down and she ran upstairs with kenny chasing her. “Look its been almost three years and we need this.”

“No. You need this. You need them all cheering your name again. It happens every time, but what if you get yourself killed this time Cody. How are you gonna explain your bruises to your daughter. How do you expect me to tell her that daddy wont be coming home any more if you break your neck again huh?” Her voice had risen and she had taken a few steps toward him and was now within arms reach.

“Its not gonna be like that ok. Trust me.”

“why lie to me then? Why did I have to find out on the TV that you have a match.”

“I’m sorry. They offered me a lot of money to come out of retirement and do this. They offered me room and board for you and ally where ever the events where. Baby, I know we need the money and Im willing to go out and do this for us and for me. Mainly for ally.”

“You should have told me.” She replied and then stepped into him. She looked into his hazel eyes with her sparkling blue eyes and sighed. Cody knew that look he had won.

“I know I should have. Im sorry. Look at it this way though it will be just like the old days.”

“Not without Seth and Jalie.”

“Next time we talk to them we will tell them and maybe they‘ll come and we can bring back the old team. Or maybe I‘ll have to do this one on my own. It doesn’t matter to me. The only thing that matters is my family and I need your support in this.”

“Fine but if you get hurt…”

“I wont.”

“If you do, Im gonna kick your ass Cody Carson.”

“You promise.” Cody asked with a coy smile. Carmen hit him in the chest and the two started wrestling as the cameras fade out.

Match Talk I

The legacy is back…

Now I could sit here and spout off about all my previous championships and all my previous matches but I have been around the block a couple times and I know better then to make the classic rookie mistakes. I know that here I am a nobody regardless if the fans around the world know me for my previous exploits or not. If you don’t know me well that’s your own loss isn’t it.

For those people out there who think they know me or know the type I am, some washed up vet who is coming out of retirement for one last blaze of glory and is just someone your going to walk all over, your wrong. I’m not washed up and I’m not that old. I have never been a stepping stone nor will I ever be a stepping stone. Cause lets face it, even though my abs are solid as stone, I am not a stone. I’m not going to go on saying how I know I’m gonna walk all over everyone is this fed cause well lets face it I’ll let my actions speak for me. That’s something I never got from rookies. Walking into a bran new fed and talking all this shit then getting put in their place at the bottom and yet they still run their mouths. I just don’t get it but whatever.

Now that I have ranted and raved about everyone else lets move on to the rainbow leprechaun… giant… wait what the fuck is he again? The rainbow warrior? Oh I get it… he’s like a care bear. CAREBEAR STARE!!! How the hell am I suppose to fight against that?

Ok captain Carebear lets get down to business. Now most people would do the obvious thing and call you gay or a homo then start making all these stupid comments about your raping them in the match or something but unlike some people I have more then two brain cells. I know that every opponent, regardless of name or sexual preference, is still an opponent. Even though I know I’m gonna kick the living shit out of him and make him run back to his boyfriend crying, doesn’t mean that I have to exploit him for it.

He knows its true too. He knows that he is stepping into the ring against arguably the best damn wrestler on the roster. I know I haven’t even had a match yet but given my history, and all that I simply know I am. Besides I have watched the last couple events and really. You only have a few good guys and a couple of great guys in this fed. I however ooze greatness wherever I go, while you simply ooze in your pants thinking about me.

Don’t get me wrong man, I have looked at your bio and I will say that you do have some stuff to be proud of. Really lets go down the list of things you should be proud of, umm… well your really tall, so that’s a plus. Your bounce around like you have a dick in your …. Well that’s been explained… ummm…. What else…. You have nice clothes… And that’s about it. I mean really the only thing that would remotely make you a decent wrestler is that face that you are Canadian, but that alone is about the only thing you can be proud off.

Look bud I know you better then you think I do for the simple reason that you are just like every other joker who walks into a fed and thinks he’s hot shit. You may have been back in old jobber feds but this is the AWA the fastest rising federation in the world today. You are just some punk from a jobber fed who seems to think he can hang with the big boys, well guess what you can. I have been where you are bro and I know what it feels like to be kicked in the teeth, but lets face it everyone has to go through it. Its just a pity that they do it to you in your first match.

Doz/.

“You Cody man are we getting smashed tonight?” came a vice as the cameras spark to life. Kenny is sitting on the monkey bars of a rear by school as cody pushes ally on the swings. Cody looks up at him and grins.

“Do you want to?” “Well this chick I kinda want to date, well she wants to get drunk.”

Cody sighs and gives Alexandria an underdog that makes her giggle. He then walks over to the monkey bars and leans against the bright red post. “ don’t know ken. I mean getting drunk with me is one thing but partying with like eighteen year olds is kinda pushin it.”

“Come on. We‘ll go out to the bar and just have a good time.” kenny pleaded and begged.

“Fine”

2 HOURS LATER

the scene opens up in front of a bar. It’s a busy place and there are drunk people outside smoking two girls passed out on the sidewalk and a bouncer standing at the door. The cameras cut inside where Cody Carson, Kenny and Carmen Carson are all dancing it up on the dance floor. Kenny is dancing with a redhead, and Cody is grinding with Carmen and everyone seems to be having a hell of a time. As the song comes to an end the four move to a booth and all sit down. “Dude, I forgot how fun this was?”

“Yeah, I told you Cody.” Kenny replied with a smile. Carmen leaned on Cody and kissed his neck.

“We have to do this more often, I love you.” Cody smiled and turned his head to give her a kiss. “I have to pee.” Carmen stated and everyone started laughing. Cody let her out of the booth and looked at the redhead.

“So jasmine, are you having a good night?”

“Yeah, kenny is a sweetheart and I have always wanted to meet you. I remember watching you in EPIC fly off the top of the barbed wire hell in a cell. Amazing.”

“yeah, it fuckin hurt too.” Cody replied with a smile.

“I‘m gonna go for a smoke, want to come?” Ken asked jasmine. With a nod the two got up and started to head outside. Cody smiled as kenny turn and flipped him off then walked outside. That was always an insider with them when ever one would go with a girl anyway and the other was left without one. Stupid but fun. Carmen came back to the table a few minutes later and sat down.

“Where did they go?”

“Smoke.”

“Ah. So are you sure about this?”

“Yeah I‘m having a great time.”

Carmen sighed and kicked him under the table. “that’s not what I mean.”

“I know I‘m just fucking with you. And the answer to your question is yes. I mean its just like every other fed that I have been in sweety. I just don’t have a target on my back yet.”

“And I‘m glad for that.”

Jasmine suddenly rushed to the table her face white. “Cody…Kenny….”

Cody sprang to his feet and took off at a dead run for the door he hit the inside wood door with such force it splintered. Cody jumped down the steps to find Kenny surrounded by people holding his head straight, him on his face with blood coming from the back of his head and his mouth split. Cody looked down at him and took of his shirt handing it to a lady and telling her to put it under his head. He then looked over at a guy with a group of friends staring over at it with his knuckles busted. Cody stepped forward towards the man. “Did you do this?”

“Yeah, what are you gonna do?” the taller man said stepping forward through his buddies and staring at Cody.

“Why did you hit him?”

“He was grabbing my girl.”

“I‘m not your girl anymore Jake.” Jasmine screamed as Carmen and Jasmine held Kenny down on the ground calming him.

“You want to go someone why not me big boy?” Cody replied. Cody suddenly hit the ground and rolled over his own shoulder coming back up to his feet with a bloody lip as the man sucker punched him in the face. Cody whipped the blood onto his arm and then squared up to the man. He went for another haymaker punch and the veteran in mixed martial arts, Cody sidestepped and cracked the man in the jaw knocking him out cold. Cody then sprung and punched the mans buddy before he could attack. This started everyone from the balcony to come flying into the brawl. Punches where getting hitting everyone as the cameras fade out.

Match Talk II

So it would seem that the president, and owner of this company have a sense of humour, or they really don’t like this new rookie guy. Either way it doesn’t matter to me, I’m just gonna go out there and shut up all the critics. Give them all the big FUCK YOU!

You yes ladies and gents people in this world are still talking shit about me. The funny thing is though, you don’t have the balls or the tts to step into the ring with me. Nor will they ever. Instead they sit back there and push a pencil across a page or slap keys on a keyboard all day whiles guys like me bust our ass to make money. Don’t get me wrong they have a sweet job in making shit up about me, and with out them I would be nearly the superstar I am today. But really guys it’s the same old shit all the tme get some new material.

like my opponent this week. I mean really guys this is a joke. I know you guys have to start me would with a lower ranked opponent and I know, that everyone has to climb their way up but really. I really hate making a fool out of this poor guy, cause he doesn’t even realise that he is in way over his head.

Oh well, he will soon find out that there is no hope in hell for hi to win this match and when he finds that out I hope he doesn’t just run away. I want him to come down to the ring. I need to work off some ring rust.

Why do people call it that anyway. Ring rust? I’m not the fucking tin man. I mean all the papers and sports site talking about this match keep talking about my ring rust. What the hell do you think I am. I mean people use to call me a machine but really guys it was just a title not for real. I don’t have any rust I’m gonna go out there and kick ass just like I use to. Nothing changed so everyone can shut the fuck up about this. As for my opponent I can’t wait to see what he has to say for himself. As of right now he just looks like a bitch.

On a final note to everyone in this fed and this match, I’m here for one goal, that is the world title around my waist, everyone in this fed is a contender for what is one day going to be mine. I will not stop until it is and I will Take each and every one of you fucks out if I have to.

You don’t know me

You never have or will

I’m the man with the mad skills

But talk is cheap

And We all in ball deep

So this Sunday you all see

why they call me

The legacy.