"How many times do I have to say this... I don't know shit." a man yelled as Cody Carson in a black hoody and a pair of jeans held him by the throat. They where in a back ally and the man was defenseless against Carson.

"Tell me everything you know." Cody growled.

"I told you everything I know." The man pleaded.

"If I find out you are lying I will slit your throat."Cody Threatened and with a quick movement he slammed his knee into the mans stomach, and pushed him to the ground. “Keep your ears open.” Cody yelled back as he exited the cool damp ally. As he turned the corner he ran directly into yet another person he was looking for. Matt. Cody Grabbed him by his jacket and slammed him into the wall.

“Cody dude, what the fuck?”Matt asked as Cody stared at him. There was something in Cody‘s eyes that matt had never seen before. He scared matt now. Some glazed over look.

“Was it you?” Cody snarled, wanting to take his anger out on someone, anyone.

“Was what me?” Matt asked confused.

Not the right answer. Cody pulled him away from the wall and slammed him even harder. Matt wasn‘t stupid enough to swing at him, not that it would do much right now.“Don‘t you play dumb with me Mathew. You hop from bar to bar and you are trying to tell me you don‘t know?”

“Know what dude?”

Cody slammed him forearm into Matt’s face.“When I was gone to Treason, my house was broken into. ”

Matt wiped the tears from his eyes after the shot to the nose and stared at cody as the blood started to run freely down over his lips.“What are you talking about?”

Cody let him go and turned so his back was to matt.“I‘m talking about my wife being in the hospital. I‘m talking about my Baby having to stay at my friend place. I‘m talking about the Police wanting to take her away because…”Matt stepped forward but was suddenly against the wall with the world spinning.“Don‘t even think about touching me Matt. YOU said when I was gone that you would look after her. Now you go out there and you find out who did this. Cause if I don‘t get vengeance by the end of this week, I‘m coming for your head.”

Matt tried to get up but then thought twice. Suddenly Cody was gone, into the darkness.“Co..dy….” Matt well to the ground as Cody walked away from him. Vengeance would come he knew. As he walked something clicked. He stood staring at the graffiti on the wall. ‘THE GHG’ was what it said. Cody stared at it and then started down the road toward the location of the gang. This should be fun.

Match Talk

I’m facing a superstar.

I legend in the making.

The King of the Japanese culture.

Rrrrright….

He is a very talented kid, but he has nothing on me. I am the legacy around her. I am the legacy of the FFP.

My opponent for friday -Ichiro Takeshi. All the man does is talk. Yap, yap, yap. Ichiro, 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 Ichiro, 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. Takeshi, let me break it down for you just one more time. I am Cody Carson. You are not. I am the soon to be World 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 Friday, 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 caliber. Sure, to people like Psychotica , you may be a challenge... But to someone like me? HAH! That's hilarious.

doz/.

The night was cold and the moon was quickly raising in the sky. Cody Carson walked with his arms at his sides and his fists clinched. He walked toward a light, a burning barrel in a large opening. As he entered the opening he moved quickly to a lazy boy where a man sat with his feet up. Suddenly realizing the numbers where highly against him he regretted his rash action. Then remembered his wife and quickly moved to the man.“What do you want?”

“Answers.” Cody growled.

The man smiled.“I don‘t give answers to those who do not earn them.”On instinct Cody duck a 2x4 as it swung for his head. He turned quickly and slammed his fist into the holders face sending him to the dirt floor. Another man stepped forward and Cody didn’t let him take another and he quickly spun and landed a quick kick to the side of his face. Suddenly out of the darkness a knife wised by his head slamming into the chair mere inches from the leaders head.“ENOUGH!” The leader yelled.

“Tell me now.”

“You have taken down and defeated to of my best.”

Cody interrupted him.“Are you gonna answer my questions or do I have to take you out next.”

The man crossed his arms and stared at Cody with a stern look.“What is it that you want to know?”

Cody stared at him with a stern look.“What Gang hit my House?”

The man smiled.“Who are you?”

Cody moved to him and grabbed him by the throat. He was then suddenly surrounded by men and woman dressed in black.“Answer my Question.”

The man smirked.“Oh yes…”He said in an evil voice.“She was a fighter, just like you a presume.”

Before Cody could punch him he was smacked in the back of the head with the butt of a 9mm. He body went limp and he fell off the man.“Prick.”It was the second man Cody had punched.

“We better get out of here.” The leader of the gang said.“Stupid fool. GHG will always rule you.”

They all left quickly and into the dark. Cody laid on the ground in the dirt. He opened his eyes and a picture of Carmen, Alex and Himself sat on a box in front of him. He tried to raise his head but the pain quickly came back. Vengeance will be dealt he thought. Then faded to blackness. Out of the darkness walked the mysterious Chris from the RWF. He smiled and flipped open his phone. “How did you know he would come boss.” he listened to the person on the other line. “Yeah, we will break him. Yes sir. That gang was a great idea sir. Yep Yep. Ok.” he closed the phone and walked backward back into the darkness.

Match Talk

Myth

1: A traditional, typically ancient story dealing with supernatural beings, ancestors, or heroes that serves as a fundamental type in the world view of a people, as by explaining aspects of the natural world or delineating the psychology, customs, or ideals of society.

2: A fiction or half-truth, especially one that forms part of an ideology. A fictitious story, person, or thing: “German artillery superiority on the Western Front was a myth”

Fable, Fairy tale, Fiction, illusion, legend, lie, all words for Myth. All but one describe you. Your no fucking legend, no one is until they die. Stu Hart, Owen Hart, Hawk and every other died superstar are legends. You, your nothing. You’re a spoiled little bitch that thinks the world of himself.

Go ahead you little shit. Say 'You're good. I'm better.' Go ahead. Not like I haven't heard that before. Funny thing is, whenever someone says that to me... I shut their mouths pretty quickly after dominating them in our upcoming match. Is that what lies in your future?

Of course it is.

Nobody cares about you. Nobody cares about the people you have beaten. Nobody cares about your friend or your entire fucking family. It's like you push record on the camera to sit there and bore us. NOBODY GIVES A SHIT!

You...

Are...

BORING.

Just shut the fuck up and smile widely. A silent Ichiro appeals far more than one that whines about shit. Thinks he special because he has done it before. You're nothing. You're the shit the comes out my ass. That gets flushed.

You think your special, above the rest. I can see it in you, hear it in you. You get this and it inflates your ego. The fact is, your not the god you think you are. Hell, your pretty ordinary. But because of some victories in the past and have very little talent, you think your an immortal or something. You've got a big mouth, fucking bigger than any of the muscles you got and that is why people remember you. Personally I've only truly heard you once, and I'm already annoyed at the sound of your voice. You a fucking goof that will be put in his place.

You're in the big leagues. This is the real world.

It’s a strange thing how the world works.

The people that everyone hate are the ones that hold the most dear prizes in the game.

Psychotica hold the world title, Genocide the United states and Alexander Monroe the TV. The Tag team titles don’t matter. Its funny isn’t it. No one likes them but yet they get all the spot light.

So many times has it been this way, hence they need a hero.

I have already claimed to be a hero to the FFP and to the fans, but the real hero I am going to be is to the world championship. I shall save it from the grasps of those unworthy.

I do realize I'm coming off as a cocky motherfucker. But guess what bitches? That's the point. Because I am a cocky motherfucker. With good reason. You see, while some people talk the shit and don’’t back it up, I talk the shit and back it up twofold. Go ahead, call me a drunk, call me a bum, call me a piece of trash. There’’s nothing that will bother me. Because I have heard it all before. Now, you might expect me to sit back and wait for you to make the first move. And I really should, but I’’m pretty confident that I can kick your ass. Even on YOUR best damn day…… You’’re not even in MY league. You think you’’re the Franchise, the big dog, the man. Well guess what…… REALITY CHECK mother fucker. Your are nothing but a piece of shit without a fucking title on his shoulder. I mean come on. You have beat pathetic losers and fucking idiots in this fed. The scum of the jobber world.

You say I’m lucky. Luck, that is impossible. You know why…… Because Luck in mental you fucking idiot. Someone who makes a miraculous thing happen isn’t lucky man, you are just that fucking good. And you want to know why I’m sticking my nose in your business…… Ha, that is a question that…… I think everyone else has figured out…… But seeing as you’re a dumbest motherfucker in the back, I kind thought you wouldn’t get it. So let me enlighten you. You see dumbass, it isn’t because I’m Attached to you…… Its not because I like pulling your strings, although that is fun……. Its because you claim to be the best…… But when faced with a challenge you turn out to be a little fucking school girl. You see, you haven’’t ever been tested by the likes of me. You know that you can’t beat me and you hate the feeling. So you put up this shield of lie after lie, telling more yourself then anyone else, that I’m a fluke, that I’m no good. You know that all the shit you talk and all the people you beat will never take that away…… Not until you beat me. And even if you beat me some way…… I’m still going to be there. Your going to ask yourself…… Am I a fluke or is he? And when that happens…… The legacy that you where will die and melt away and I WILL RULE YOU!

The legacy…