The Legacy... 

The Rain was pouring down, crashing against the roof tops, trees and everything is subject to the merciless assault of mother natures rage. Everything including Cody Carson. Running Down the sidewalk with a soaking wet tee shirt on, see through now, as the rain beats down on him. It has been a long time since Mr. Carson has been seen and most thought that he had retires at the age of twenty eight. Injuries and broken bones didn’t seem to be as exciting now that his Wife and two year old daughter wherein the fray. As he rounder the corner at Smyth and Main, the Rain started coming harder. Cody pushed with his legs running as hard as he could, two more blocks and he would be home, after getting caught out in this storm, he wanted nothing more then to sit by the fire place with his wife Carmen and their daughter Alexandria, under a nice wool blanket. As he hit the gate of his place he jumped in mid stride hopping over it and landing on the cement walk way to his place. He stopped for a second and turned to look at the gate. He smiled briefly and walked up the steps onto the deck. He shook his head, rung out his shirt the best he could, kicked off his shoes and opened the door to this home. He was greeted by a flying phonebook to the face sending him back into the now closed screen door. “What the fuck?” Cody exclaimed as he grabbed his face in pain and the phone book hit the floor.

“Have you seen my lime green Crocs?” Came a soothing voice of his wife Carmen from the closet. She stepped out and Cody couldn’t help but smile. Her hair was a dark shade of brown and she looked so sexy in the simplest of outfits, today she was sporting one of Cody’s white wife beaters Tied in a crazy knot in the front, and a pair of tight workout shorts. She stood straight up and put her hands on her hips.

“No I haven’t why do you need them?” Cody asked with a smile.

“Well we are going to that speaker tonight. Plus, I like them.”

“Why do we have to go to that stupid pricks speech.” Cody sighed as he pulled off his shirt.

“He is not a stupid prick, he is a good friend of yours.”

“I know its just so boring at his speeches. Blah blah blah your life could be better... blah blah blah” Cody rolled his eyes and smiled. Before she could say anything he pulled her in close and kissed her, then took off up the stairs to get a new shirt.

“Don’t wake up Ally.” Carmen called after him. He was up the stairs in a couple of hops and he poked his head into his daughters room. There in hee twin size bed with a unicorn blanket covering her and poster of her daddy around her wall, lay Alexandria Jalie Carson. She was only two years old but Cody could remember the day she was born like it was yesterday. Alexandria was a name Cody and Carman had both settled on but the middle name was for her aunt Jalie Dumas-Thomas, Now known as Jalie Thomas. Jalie had married Cody arch rival Seth Thomas and after a year Carman and Cody met and fell in love much to the dismay of Jalie who also hated Coy. They all get along now but Jalie was a little less then forgiving when she found out Carman was pregnant. Cody smile to himself remember the words she use. Something along the lines of castration with a rusty spoon. Cody shivered and moved to his and Carmen’s bed room. He pulled the drawer out and grabbed a dark blue. He slid it over his head and down his back. He walked back to the top of the stairs and started down them.

“Can you go out and get the mail?” Carmen asked as he hit the bottom of the steps. Cody smiled and shook his head. He opened the door and looked out into the rain, with one final glace at her he set out into the rain again. Running to his green mail box, he opened it and grabbed the mail, running back inside he flipped through them and stopped shocked at a letter labeled Full Force Pro.

Mindless bitching

I bet you all are wondering just who the hell I am, and why the hell I’m here eh?

I’m Cody Carson, I am a fucking mastermind, beyond doubt beyond reason and beyond fucking imagination. The people love me for the simple fact that I don’t give a fuck who I piss off who I tell off or you I have to hurt to get my way and my way has ben and always will be what the fans want.

I am here for my own reason’s and to clean this place up of all the shit that walks the locker room. The people who walk around forgetting who really pays for us to be ut there the cocky mother fuckers who sit back wanting nothing more then to make themselves feel like big people. I am here to clean house.

Well, so far just from checking this place out on the web it looks like we have some issues to deal with. First and foremost being these so called champion’s the FFP has. Psychotica, the World Champion, a fair feat for someone who didn’t even have to win a match to get the damn thing. Hell maybe I should try that, kid nap the boss man torture him into giving me a title. Sounds fair. Did you really torture him or was it a little bit of rough and rowdy sex. Maybe you used your teeth a little here and a little there. Let him put it where ever he wanted, as many times as he wanted. Come on doll really, do you think anyone really believes that you tortured him into giving you the belt. Everyone knows that you’re the kinda girl that would sleep your way to the top. Guess that’s the kinda of talent I’m looking at facing here, some to bit Goth. girl who puts out for the boss and gets the most precess title of all handed to her. Way to earn it you loose ass camel cunt. Get bent.

Next us the currant reigning US champion.

Big bad Hunter Brown.

Bad bad hunter brown, biggest fake in the whole down town.

You like that you cocky bastard. You think your some kinda of hot shit because you hold the US title and you are one have of the Tag team champions. Man you ain’t shit. your just like every other fucking asshole in the locker room just another stepping stone for everyone else. At least you won the damn title and didn’t have it handed to you for giving good head. Hell I watched your match and I think you could have gotten a better response for the weak ass pansy if you would have tried giving him head instead. You where handed the title belt from a second ratewrestler with no more talent then my pinky toe. Then you win the tag team championships, good for you. Slapping around a couple of chicks seems lie the kind of guy you are. I know your use to slapping something, but little boys might fight back, these girls didn’t know what hit them. You are a fucking retard who thinks he is gods gift to the wrestling world. But let it be known that when you are standing across the ring from me, I will beat you. Hell Bring your partner as will I’ll take you both on and take those tag team tiles from you, and if I pinned you i would get everything you have. The US title, the Tag team titles, everything. If you dare take on, I will make you famous. By uncovering the truth behind the freak.

Brandon Kincaide... HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

You think your some hot shit too, just like your tag team partner. I offer you the same deal, you put your Tv title, an tag titles on the line and whomever I pin I get their belt and the tag titles. I don’t care if you accept now or later, it doesn’t matter to me, but I will make history here and I will make your life a living hell you tight wearing, oiled up freak. You will all see what I am capable of soon enough. But for now I leave you with you.

Fuck off.

The legacy...