Cody Carson is sitting on his balcony with a cold Kokanee in his hand, contemplating what to do. You see, Matt Kraven had decided to take him out of the tag team title match with Ichiro and make the two face off again. Fine by Cody, he didn’t mind another shot that the man that dealt him is first lose. He didn’t even care that it was two out of three falls. What he cared about was that Cody wanted to feel gold around his waist. Lost in thought Cody didn’t even see the approach of his life long frie... umm... person he knew, Jimmy stryker. Jimmy was dressed in shorts that where, well, about two inches above the knee, and a baby blue sleeveless shirt. Cody suddenly realized Jimmy had seem him and came across the street, Cody with no where to run and hide swallowed another swig of beer and sighed deep. “Hey jimmy.”

“Hey buddy how are you?” Jimmy replied.

Cody couldn’t help but smile thinking of jimmy as a retarded kid and Cody being the aid worker. “I’m fine.”

“I heard Carmen was in the hospital. What happen? Bitch not puttin out?”

Cody kicked jimmy in the back of the head. “No Somebody broke into my house and beat her up. All because I wouldn’t join a stupid company.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Your not that good.”

“Shut up fuck face.”

“What are you going to do about it?”

For once jimmy stryker made a good point. What was he going to do about it. His main focus was at GHG but now that he pretty much killed matt where was he going to turn his revenge to. Who was he going to go after now. That asshole in the suit hadn’t been seen since that night. Where to turn his attention to was his next question. Did he turn it to his next match, did he turn it to the RWF did he turn it to a title, his wife and kid? Yes Carmen and ally where is life and they meant more then all this. “I don’t know man, I just how that right now I want to enjoy my life with my family.”

As if on cue an older looking car pulled up infront of Cody’s house. A man in a black suit and tie stepped out holding papers. Cody’s hand slipped to his belt buckle, or what he used as a belt buckle. It doubled as a set of brass knuckles. The man walked up the steps and smiled at Cody and Jimmy. “Mr. Carson.” The man said as he extended his hand.

“Look asshole if you from the RWF then you can get back into your ford POS and get the fuck out of here. What give your people the right to come here and continue to harass me to join your stupid company. Get the fuck out of here.”

the man stared hard at Cody then handed him the papers. “Sir, I am here with child services. I have to take your daughter from you because you are unstable as a father. I have records from your past Mr. Carson of excessive drink, assault with a weapon, numerous assault counts, attempted murder, assaulting a police officer, have sex in a public place, child abuse.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Cody exclaimed. “The assault charges I can see, yes I was charged for attempted murder but as you can see that charges where dropped do to the fact that it happened in the ring. I did use to drink a lot but I quit. As for the police officer shit I dod’nt remember doing it but it might have been when I was drunk, sex in public is not cool and I have never hit, nor raised my fucking voice at a child. Let alone my daughter.”

Jimmy stood up and started to push Cody backward. “Chill Cody.”

“Fuck you its not your kid he is taking.”

“We will figure it out bud. Just chill.”

Scene fades out.

Well well, my chance at gold gets ripped out of my hands, my child gets taken away because of something I have so fucking clue about and now I have to face the one man in this business that has beaten me. Fuck me can my luck get any better?

Oh yes it can can’t it, Miss Kennedy has left Wicked Intentions. Of yeah back to just me and Carmen. Oh well, I guess that’s ok. She needs to find he own groove. What ever fuck her. I also see that some legends are back to pay hard ball with the big boys. Look at that Simply the best is back.

OWWW AWWW!!

Who gives a fuck? Just more tits and ass in the locker room.

Lets see now, oh right another lucky thing is I got to beat Itchy Ballsack, not once but twice. Now you are most likely thinking I’m going to say he beat me with luck, it was a fluke, blah blah blah. Nope, I’m not going to say that. That’s a rookies move. Nope he did beat me, he pinned me in the ring one two three. Fluke or no fluke he did it right?

Wrong.

Ichiro beat a broken man. Ichiro beat a man that wasn’t himself, that was working off ring rust. Ichiro did beat Cody Carson, but he didn’t beat the Legacy. I am the greatest fucking thing since toaster strudel and no one can say other wise. One lose doesn’t make me a loser.

Go ahead say I’m saying that more for myself I don’t give a fuck. I know what your going to say before you say it. So I lost one match big fucking deal. I will prove to you that this is nothing compared to what that match was. I’m going to show you more then tell you.

You have enough nerve to blame me for the title shot getting taken away. In all truth your right it was my fault and yes I was ashamed. I was ashamed to be seen with the likes of you. I had to shower like 15 times to get your stench off me. That’s why matt stopped the match from happening. Many of people no show and get titles, but he stopped it because well he didn’t want to have to disinfect the belt when you lost it. Not us, but you.

You are undefeated I know that, but really the only person worth while you beat is me. So really you can’t talk shit. I’m kinda hurt by te fact that you said I’m trying to be American. I have always been a proud Canadian. So suck on my nuts and call me uncle tom, you greasy ass fuck.

I’m really sick of you and your whiney ass bull shit. I’m going to beat the fuck out of your little translator too. He’s like Paul barer you just want to reach out and rip his throat out. I fucking hate you Ichiro. I’m sick of being the nice guy fuck it after watching your little promo no fuck you and your fucking slanted eye country. I’m glad I wasn’t here then the FFP went there cause heaven forbid I would have had to see a million of you look a likes.

Fuck me I would have killed my self. Jumped right out the window taking some of your little sideways cunted women too. I’m sure you fucked a few in your time. Those fat fucking Asian sluts just sitting on your face letting the grabs run all over you eh? No wonder you don’t have a fucking title yet you shit bag, you can’t even hold your cock when you pee, how the hell are you suppose to hold a title.

So Fuck off.

Get bent assclown.

Dos./

Cody Carson is on the phone as we fade into frame. He is passing and there is a hole in the wall beside him. Jimmy Stryker is sitting on a dinning chair with his elbows resting on his knees. “Hello. Hi, yes my name is Cody Carson and I am calling cause some guy came here saying he was from child services and took my daughter, what the fuck is going on.” Cody’s face dropped as he listened on the other end. The phone slipped from his hand and smashed on the ground.

“What?” Jimmy asked

“They didn’t send anyone.”

“What?”

“They didn’t send anyone.”

“I know I just can’t... Who would do...”

Cody cut him off. “I’m going to kill him.”

“Who?”

Cody stormed past Jimmy and out to his truck Jimmy following close behind. As they opened the door None other the Matt was standing there with a smirk on his face. Cody punched on him and started to hit him over and over. Matts faces was still badly beaten from two nights ago when Cody beat the shit out of him. Cody got off of him and jimmy pounced on finguring this is who Cody meant. Cody jumped into his truck and pinned the gas going backward out of the drive way and speeding off toward the RWF Building.

There are times in our lives that the decisions we make affects others in good and bad ways. If you take a child off the street then your think you should be a good person, but what if there parents left them there to teach them a lesson, now you’re a bad person. Choices are the biggest thing that humans make mistakes on. Men make it hard on women and Women make it harder n men. Do I do this or will she get mad. IF I do that will she leave me. It’s a crazy circle and one we have all traveled and will continue to travel. The choices we make can save one life but give up ten more. So the next time you are so certain on something stop and think, is this the right choice? IF I do this will I hurt people I love or will it hurt others that I don’t? If I hurt them will that in turn make the people I love get hurt? So many questions and deep down you hold the answer.



Just like friends, you hold the key to why they are the way they are.

You ever wonder why you’’re friends with someone? Ever stop to think about it? I mean this person pisses you off, makes you look like a fool, brings your reputation down, kills you emotionally and physically, yet you still want nothing more then to please them so they will continue to be your friend. Those kinda friends are the ones you could do without. The ones that make you think you are worthless and should fucking die.

When in reality they are the ones that are worthless. They make their lives better by putting your life through the dirt. They live to make your life hell. I mean hell I got a friend that is like that. I hate his guys and I want to strangle him half the time. But hell I might be one of those people that do that to others. Hell we all are to someone.

I mean really no matter who you are or what you say you do, deep down we all want to fucking shoot someone at least one time in our lives. But you know the people I’’m talking about. The ones that you don’’t just want to strangle one time. You want to kill them every time you talk to them. Inside you think to yourself Why the fuck do I put up with this stupid son of a bitch. Maybe I should just suddenly and in a bust of rage punch him or her in the face and see if they get the point that I don’’t fucking like them.

The really sad part is that they probably wouldn’t get the point they would sit there and smile and be like good punch you fucking goof. Then you want to hit them more and if you did they still wouldn’t get the point they would be like stop hitting me you fag I should kick your ass. When in reality they know that the only why they could even think about beating you would be if you where on your death bed. Even then you should hit them with a fucking cane. But with out these people we would not learn to control ourselves. Thus we need these people no matter how bad it seems or how bad it gets we need them. They also need us for the simple fact that they need to feel big and we need to control our selves. Without them we would lash out at people for no other reason then for the fun in it.

These kind of people are the ones like my opponent this week. Ishiro. This guy is like these kind of friends. He thinks of himself before others and thinks that he is the best in the business because he can pull a victory out of his ass.. I hate these kind of people. These people should fucking die. They decrease the name of all wrestlers trying to make a name for themselves.

Ichiro you are a decrease

So fuck you.

The legacy.....