Sunday June 28 2009
Small diner in Vancouver

 The RWF has closed it doors and all because of Cody Carson, was the headline on the front page of the Vancouver times. Cody smiled at it and tossed the paper back onto the booth table. What a sweet victory that was and after the defeat by Ichiro again, Cody needed it. Cody new some people in higher places then the RWF and when those people found out what they had been doing, trying to black mail mister Carson and his family, well lets just say it didn’t go over very well. Cody Carson got his daughter back and was able to bring is wife home from the hospital only days after the show. Life seemed normal again for Cody and he could concentrate on his life and his career in the FFP. Both times he had fought Ichiro the RWF had been on his mind but he wouldn’t let that happen if he and the Japanese superstar stood in the ring together again. Ichiro is all but out of his mind for now though as he looks forward to a tag team title shot with Celeste LeRue aka Psychotica. As Cody looked around the small diner he considered this fact. He turned down a shot with Ichiro because he didn’t trust him. So what made her so different, he found himself without and answer but had no time to think about it as a person he was waiting for walked through the door. A slender blonde with a thirty six C cup walked through the door dressed in a black skirt and black an white blouse. She wore her hair back in a bun and had a pair of glasses perched on her nose. She looked around and meet Cody’s gaze. “Rebecca.” Cody called out to her and she smiled. She moved passed an older gentalman and slid into the booth with cody. “IF I would have known you would have been all dressed up...”

“You still wouldn’t have given a fuck. Right?” Rebecca replied. She knew him to well. Rebecca was Jimmy Strykers younger sister. Before Cody and Carmen where together, Cody use to claim that he fucked Rebecca just to piss Jimmy off. In reality, Cody loved her to much like a sister. “So, how have you been?”

“Good, I got the fucking fed closed.”

“I heard they took your daughter and beat the crap out of Carmen. Is she ok?”

“Yep. She’s staying with her sister and Seth right now. Ally is with them, I’m gonna fly down in a day or two to see them.” Cody replied.

Rebecca sighed and smiled at him as the waitress brought her a double double. “Cody, you remembered”

“I only got it for you like every night.”

“I guess.”

“So, what’s new with you Becca?”

“Well, new job, no man and still living with my older brother... you tell me.”

They both chuckled and cody sat back in the booth.

“Its been too long.”

“Yeah it has.” She sighed, touching his had softly. Cody smiled then pulled his hand away.

“You know better.”

“Right sorry, I just miss having you.” Cody’s gaze shot up to her. “As a friend.” She quickly finished.

“I have always been your friend. Anyway, did jimmy let you in on why i needed to see you on such short notice?”

“He said it was an emergence. Then again with jimmy its an emergence if he loses a quarter.”

“I need you to do some digging for me.”

“On?”

“This guy.” Cody replied as he slide a picture across the booth. “I figured you helped me out with my partners and all that, you might help me out again.”

“What do you need to know on Mr. Radcliff?”

“What ever you can pull up?”

“Ok.” She said with a smile. “Mind if I ask why?”

“Personal.” Cody replied and stood up. “I got to go to another appointment. Just keep in touch.”

“Ok hun.”

Cody smiles and walks out as we fade.

Redemption 07/03/09
Tag team titles 

Well Well, luck was not with me last week and yet again I lost to Ichiro, what ever, he isn’t important. What is important is the fact that even after two straight losses in this company, I get a title shot before Ichiro. Isn’t it cruel how the world works bro. Damn that sucks... wish I could give a shit, but I just can’t.

Anyway, lets jump right too it and fuck the how are you and all that shit and start with the get the fuck out of my ring you pieces of shit.

First on my hit list is this long haired fuck and the currant US Champion who seems to think he is gods gift to the fucking world Genocide, and his partner... Oh you just wait a minute jessie I’m getting to you. Lets start out with Geno first. What the hell do you think your doing in this match. You have the US title what makes you think you can win the tag team championships. I mean really bro, come on. I think some of the facing face paint might have slid down your face and into your eyes cause you really must be fucking blind. You are looking at the next tag team champion. I don’t give a fuck if you start spouting off about me losing to ichiro, heard it all before and you know what the past doesn’t matter. Although the past for m does have its upsides, it doesn’t change the fact that I’m walking into this match without any gold and I will be walking out with the tag team titles. Wicked Intentions is unstoppable now. No one in this fed can stop us. Not you, not Jessie, Not Simply the Best, not even the owner Matt Kraven, We own this fed and its about fucking time you start to realize it. I’m going to make sure that I come right after you. How would that look, the US champion getting pinned to lose the Tag team titles. To a so called Jobber. Fuck you.

Simply the best.

Caleb Newstead and Chris Morgan.

Supposedly the best in the business. Hall of famers, legends so to speak.

All the more reason that we should shut them up Mister nine and O. Holly shit did yu have a face jobber after jobber. Really, I’m asking because you don’t look like that good of a superstar. You look like a peice of shit ho got a big record and everyone forget about. Simply the best my ass. You shouldn’t have come out of retirement you fucking losers. We will show you why at redemption. See you have never faced someone like me before. Now that I have had a chance to shake off some ring rust its time for the true Legacy to come and play.

You don’t know what you got yourselves into. You seem to think that coming back to the FFP was a good choice that its going to be a Cake walk.

Wrong mother fucker. Nothing is a cakewalk with Cody Carson in the mix. Nothing.

Don’t get me wrong I’m not over looking your talent but lets face it, you retired for a reason. You didn’t want to be here anymore, you where hurt, I don’t fucking know. All I know is that when you retire you don’t come back. I was on the injured list for almost 2 years, I wasn’t retired.

Really ask yourselves why are you back, this isn’t your fight, this isn’t even your fed. What else can you do here, you’re already in the hall of fame. S really why the fuck even bother. Oh that’s right, because you just can;t hake it with the bigger guys in the other feds so you came back to the FFP to try to make yourselves feel better. The FFP has new talent, and that new talent is going to beat the shit out of simply the best. Plan and simple.

as for the two chicks in this match, yeah I got no fucking clue who you are but maybe you should just go back to playing with your barbies, this is the big boys table, get the fcuk out of my sight.

Now Jessie. Jessie Jessie Jessie.

You really know how to run your mouth, calling me a whipping boy and saying all this shit of how I want to be a role model. I don’t want to be a fucking role model you stupid brain dead bitch. The masses follow me because I tell them what they want to hear the truth about every single person in the back. The truth about you.

See Jessie, you see us all as equals.

Equals,

Lets make a trip into that word. The dictionary definition is to have the same quality, status or values as another. Ha, my opponents seem to think that I’m their equal or that they are equal to me. Lets just think about this. I am high quality, I have the most expensive fucking entrance in wrestling history, I admit when I’m wrong, which is never and I know when I’m right. I stand up for the little man and beat the piss out of the bigger man, you may say I’’m the robin hood of the FFP, less the tights and the frilly outfit.

My opponents on the other hand walk around here talking shit about how they deserves title shots and how the belt was taken from her or him or blah blah blah. Whining and bitching never fucking stopping. Taking wins from rookies and trying to claim that they is some big shots. Some higher better power. Yet when a real challenge comes along they hide their heads in the sand.

Next on the list is status. Now my status in this world has been to make peoples believe the un-believable, break the un-breakable, prove the un-provable and do the un-doable. I do it each and every time I step into the squared circle. I put my life on the line to do what my people what to see. So you may say I’’m the Hercules among men. I may not be able to lift shit like he did or kill a lion with my bare hands. But Hercules gave the people hope and made then see shit they didn’t think was possible. Isn’t that what I do?

But my opponents on the other hand, they are the runts among the pups. They see themselves doing great thing but they do no more then the average man or woman. I will agree that Some of them use to have some talent, use to be able to do the unbelievable, but they can not anymore. They use to do things that awed the people of the crowd into silence. Now they have changed. They became the runts, the ones that fight to survive, not for glory. Some say that makes them dangerous, I say that makes them shells. Shells of what they use to be, for it you have nothing to fight for other then to survive, soon there will be someone who cuts off that survival need, then what do you have?

Finally my value. My life is more valuable then my opponents for two big reasons. First, the people love me, I can be the biggest dick in the world, yet I still bring them in striving for me, wanting to see what I will say or do next. I make the FFP, I bring in your pay checks. Without the fans we wouldn’t get paid. So in reality, I’m putting the food on your table. The second being, I have a family, I have a wife and a baby girl who I love and cherish so much.

Their live however are not anymore valuable then a piece of dog shit on the front yard. They all seem to think they have some worth to them but they are all shells, all worthless and pathetic shells. Really someone should put them all out of their misery, it pains me to see so many people like that. It really does. It comforts me to know that someday someone will finally end this pain and send them to what ever shit holes they deserve.

So to those fucks who haven’t realized it and to my opponents maybe this will get it though your thick skulls. Then again, not one of you can’t keep your attention for more then three seconds you ADD shit heads. So here’s what all that meant…… NO ONE, is even close to being an equal to me, you never have and you never will. I’m the man that walks tall and straight, the closest you fuckers have or ever will be to me is the shit on my shoe. So go fuck yourselves.

The legacy.....