The crispness of the air was nice for once. Cody Carson had been waiting for this. being from Canada he really enjoyed the coldness and while others wore parkas, he would walk around in a pair of jeans and a hoodie. Today however Cody was dressed in a white quicksilver hoodie and a pair of black dragon jeans. A white dragon marked them as a dragon clothing line as it crested over the back pocket. Carmen was Out at her new modeling job and Alexandria was at day care so Cody had all the time in the world right now and nothing to do with it. Normally he would write but as he sat at the computer chair and stared at the empty screen he couldn't think about what to write about. Rumors had been floating around the locker room about him being the next FFP champion, and the FFP polls showed that the fans believed in him as well. His brain was killing him from the dreams that had been haunting him, but he pushed that to the back of his mind.

"What to do?"

He moved around to the computer chair that he had bought last month but still hadn't had a chance to plop his ass into it. As he pulled the chair over and was about to sit in it, the phone suddenly started to ring. With a sigh he pushed himself up and walked in to the kitchen. He grabbed the cordless and looked at the number, confused he pushed talk."Hello?"He asked in a questioning voice.

"Mr. Carson." An over joyed man on the other end said.

"Yeah, who is this?"

"This is Ron Beemer, I was just calling to remind you about your press conference and spokes person ad at three today."

Cody looked confused and shifted his weight onto his right leg."Come again?"

The man sighed."You agreed to do an interview with the NACS and be a spokes person for them. I have your signature right here. Cody James Carson."

Cody scratched his head. Maybe he was drunk when he signed. Hell, it gave him something to do."Sure, now it remember, I'll be down in a little bit."

The man's voice suddenly went higher and his spirits started to lift."Oh great. I'll see you in about an hour then?"

Cody smirked."An hour it is."

With out a goodbye, Cody hung up the phone and shook his head."NACS, hmmm." He scratched his head and thought."National Assistance in Child Safety." He smiled."Yeah that sounds right." He nodded and then started for the stairs to get ready. The thought still in his mind about what had he signed up for. After about ten minutes Cody was ready to go, he wrote a note to Carmen just in case he wasn’t back when she got home and walked to the front door. He opened it and was confronted by a man in a blue suit.

“Mr. Carson?”$ The man asked in a sly tone.

“Yeah, who the hell are you?”

The man smile an evil smile and extended his hand. “My name is Chris. I work for the RWF.”

“RWF?” Cody questioned.

“Yes. I have seen that the FFP has lost hunter brown and it is only a matter of time before they start losing more talent. I’m here to secure you a world title shot at the RWF if you leave the FFP.” The man smiled and pulled a contracted out of his jacket. He handed it to Cody who didn’t even look at it. He smiled and ripped it on half throwing it in his face.

“Fuck you.” Cody said. “My loyalties stay with the FFP.” Cody pushed past the man and started toward his truck.

“Are you sure?”

“Yep.”

The man smirked. “Mr. Carson I think you are making the wrong choice. The RWF does not like being said no too. I wish you and your family the best.”

Cody slammed the door to his truck and tuned to the man. “Are you threatening me?”

“Take it how you want to take it.”

“If you come anywhere near my family I will shoot you.” Cody replied locking gazes with the man.

The man smiled. “See you around Mr. Carson.”

Cody jumped into his truck and sped off. The RWF man watched him go and then smiled to himself. He walked to a car across the street and jumped in. He flipped open his phone and started to dial. “Seed is planted.” he said in a cool voice then slapped the phone closed.

Match Talk I

Well Well Well, the day is fast approaching the rumors of me kicking my opponent ass are flooding the FFP websites. Rumors of me being the next champion continue and with Hunter fuck face gone, I might just take the tag titles for myself and defend them by myself. Wouldn’t be the first time. Yet the funny thing is that not a single superstar in the back believes that I have what it takes to beat the champion, or Alex for that matter.

Yet the boss man doesn’t seem to want my help. Doesn’t seem to want to give me a shot at anything let alone a fucking title. Instead he puts me up against another worthless pathetic opponent.

Ichy TakeShit... Or something close to that. Bro, yu better get that checked out you fucking goof. Maybe your shit itches because off all those tatoos, or maybe because your translates head is so far up your ass he migt as well be looking through your eyes. How does it sit with you knowing that not a single fucking person in the locker room looks at you and sees a person. They look at you and see a tattooed douche bag with a translator. How do you know he is translating what ever you say. For all you know he could be stealing your thunder making yo say shit that you don’t mean.

So many people are looking forward to this match thinking that you might be able to stop the legacy. Think you might be the new hope for the world. Then again isn’t that what everyone thought for japan in WWII? Oh that’s right then you had two bombs dropped on your ass and you started to wine and cry like a bunch of little bitches.

How does it feel to know your ancestor suffered a fate worse then death. They suffered humiliation, defeat, and where made to look like a lesser race. Simply because you are. I’m not raciest, I’m just saying what everyone is thinking and that’s why people love me. I’m not against you or the japs, say what you want think what you want, but like I have said before I pride myself on not giving a fuck.

Just like your ancestors you will be humliated and become the laughing stock of the FFP. Maybe then you will go to your home country. Maybe then you will just fuck off and leave. You are no superstar, you are no legend. You are nothing but a worthless, noodle sucking, thong wearing, weird talking, shit stain on the underwear of the FFP.

Live with it!

Doz/.

Cody pulls up into the parking lot, he is suddenly approached by a man with a receding hair line and a twenty five dollar suit.“Mr. Carson, hurry, your speech is up next.”

The man pretty much pulled Carson out of his car.“Huh? Dude, you said it wasn‘t till three its only two.”

“Yes, I know that, but one of our others canceled.”

“What prick would cancel on a bunch of kids.”Cody scoffed. He quickly walked up a set up stares and went out onto the stage.

“Kids?” Beemer asked but it was to late, Cody was out onto the stage.

Cody moved to the mic and looked up. Strangely enough it was mostly men in there mid twenties and thirties. He looked back at Beemer who gave him a goofy smile and the thumbs up. “Hello people…”He started. “I‘m here for the National Assistance in Child Safety … ”

Beemer quickly ran out onto stage and grabbed Cody by the arm.

“Mr. Carson. NACS isn‘t National Assistance in child Safety.”

Cody sighed, “Shit. What does it stand for? ”

Beemer looked at him with a puzzled look.“National Anus Cancer Support.”

Cody‘s face went white and his eyes grow overly large.“Oh shit.” He moved back to the mic and gulped.“Umm, ok…”He started and sweat beads started to form on his forehead.“Anus Cancer is a very serious thing…”

Suddenly everyone started to cheer.“Carson you rock buddy.”

Cody motioned with his hand for them to settle down.“Thank you all. Now, anus Cancer is a problem in our society today because there are to many people contracting it… To prvent Anus Cancer, I suggest that…. Um…. You stop using latex condoms in each others asses and start just sucking cock.”

Two gay men in the front start to giggle and smile.“Yeah baby.”

Cody wiped the sweat from his brow and suddenly just shook his head.“No, you know why anus cancer is so fucking bad in this state, its because people don‘t like to wipe there asses. It’s disgusting. You all know that you have done it, taken a dump and not whipped you ass. So my idea is for you all to start using toilet paper. ”Cody nodded. And quickly made an exit from the stage. The fans clapped and he pushed past Beemer and quickly made it out to his car. Beemer quickly following.“Mr. Carson we need you for the photo shoot.”

Cody shook his head. “No fucking way.”

“you don‘t get all your money then, the eighty thousand…”

Cody pause.“Well…”He considered. “NO!” He screamed and jumped into his car and quickly punched the gas.

Match Talk II

The first son?

What the fuck are you, high?

The first son of what? Of the hundred kids your daddy made? Of the million and one your mother popped you? I mean jesus dude, you the first you got like a billion brothers and sisters yet your race is still near the bottom of the food chain.

You and the other million people all look the same to me, you will most likely go on about me being racist or some shit like that when we all know that your just mad because everything I say is right. You know it and it pisses you off. I can’t wait for you to open that Japanese mouth for something other then food. I can’t wait to hear what you have to say about me. That’s right you won’t be saying shit. You can’t speak English. Get the fuck out of my country.

The funny thing about you talking all this shit about how you only want to fight and how you really had a hard ass life, is funny because no one really cares. I don’t know how many times I have to say it, maybe about has much as you have said it in your promos. NO ONE CARES ABOUT YOU!!!

I however have grown accustom to your translates needless bitching and whining. I’m use to people awing my greatness and then looking at their own lives and talking all this shit about having it so bad. I know that you wish you could be with a man like me but ass jockey, its never going to happen.

You want to be noticed and want to soar above all else. You don’t want to be some stupid jap that is proved wrong every time. Plus you are probably thinkin I’m a weasel from my comments about you and your ancestor.

Well, the old saying is Eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines.

So in conclusion,

Fuck you.

The legacy…