I couldn’t believe it when Jalie told me that she had bought us a house right beside her and Seth’s. It was amazing like everything in life was coming true and finally the pieces of the puzzle had fallen into place. For once in my life everything seemed right. Even with the near death of Jay Dumas everything still seemed so right. Then last night Carmen came down stairs while I was reading the letter I had received from the RWA. She seemed ok with the idea of me getting back in the ring but she wanted me to wait another year. I still get relapse of what happened that night. A packed house all coming out to see the main event, Shawn Walsh Vs Cody Carson. Ha, it was a damn good match and to anyone that thinks Shawn Walsh can’t throw down anymore, he sure as hell beat me up pretty good. I remember it like it happened ten minutes ago, the duck of the super kick and the sudden impact of my foot on his jaw with a super kick of my own. The fans getting to their feet chanting my name “Carson Carson Carson.” I pushed myself to the top rope and forced myself to stand. Some people think I was going over board but I needed to prove to Walsh that I was out from under his spell. I sprung and as soon as I did, I knew something was wrong. The sudden impact of my head hitting his stomach and my shoulder blades hitting the mat was what told me I was hurt, and bad. I flopped backward but had not feeling in my arms of anything really. The ref counted the three and realized how bad I was. EMT’s where rushed to my side and I couldn’t help but let tears slide down my face. Walsh was up and helping the EMTs with me onto the stretcher. He told me something that I will never forget and to this day I hold dear to my heart. I promised not to repeat it, but if you look into his eyes when he talks about that match, he was both proud and scared for and of me. Now my first match in the RWA and I don’t know if I can do it. It’s a question in every mans mind, do I heed the warnings of my fiancée or do I risk it for all the glory? The decision is mine and mine alone.
Tuesday.February.06.2007
10:46 am
New.Home.
He smiled down at his baby girl as she laid on his lap. Her emerald green eyes looked deep into his. Her little pink face was so delicate and perfect. Her lips where perky and she looked amazing. HE gentally rubbed her stomach in her yellow jumper and she started to smile and kick into his ribs. It wasn’t hard but Cody fell over and held her up in the air. He opened his mouth and then brought her down to his chest. He hopped up onto the old plaid couch and let her rest on his chest. She was soon fast asleep. The door to the house opened and Jalie Thomas walked in with a smile on her face. “Honey I‘m home…” She said with a sarcastic tone.
“Shhhh.” Cody replied with a sore expression.
“Oh, take your fucking emo hat off and chill the fuck out.” Jalie snapped.
“She‘s sleeping Jalie.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, so I‘m gonna lay here with her for a little while.”
Jalie walked forward and touched Alexandria‘s back. “What can I say I love my little niece.”
“I know you do. Carmen should be home any minute. She said she needed to go buy groceries.” Cody paused. “And what’s this shit about an anonymous tip to the police that Carmen and I own a big blue and white floral print bowl? I heard a neighbors car windshield was smashed by one and the cops got a trip that it was me?”
Jalie got a chase of shifty eyes and then smiled an unconvincing smile. “Nothing.”
“So,” Cody said as he shook his head. “what’s up?”
“I was wondering if you wanted to go to a speaking thing with me.” Jalie asked more like pleaded.
“No.” Cody said simply.
“Why not?”
“I gotta watch Alex.”
“Oh come on man, Seth can do it.”
Cody chuckled a little. “Wasn’t Seth using her as a shield to keep you from throwing stuff at him?”
“Where did you here that?” Jalie asked, thinking Cody had not known about that encounter.
“Do you remember a white monster walking into your house?”
“Jay.” Jalie smiled and shook her head. She turned and started to walk toward the door with a hint of depression in her steps.
“Oh, get Seth to go with you.” Cody yelled to her.
Her face brightened and she smiled back at him. “I will beat him if he doesn‘t.”
Cody gave her the thumbs up and then gently touched his daughters head. She cuddled into his nice warm black wife beater. She was so tiny and fragile it amazed him that she was even his. He stroked her hairless head and closed his eyes. He awoke several hours later to the smell of pizza in the oven. He groaned and stretched, the pain in his neck was still there and he was sick of it. He sat up and cracked his neck. “The doctor told you not to do that.” Carmen smiled from the doorway. She looked at him and shook her head.
‘I’m sorry,. My neck just hurts like a bitch.’ Cody replied with a smirk. “Where is Alexandria?”
“She is in her crib upstairs.” Carmen smiled. “She can sure sleep like her daddy. Nonstop.” Carmen walked into the living room and sat down on the couch beside Cody. She started to rub his neck and his eyes rolled back into his head and he dropped his neck forward so she could rub it better.
“You don‘t have too do this.” He said. She stopped and looked at him. “I don‘t mean stop, I‘m just saying you don‘t have too.”
“Well then just shut up and enjoy it.” She said with a smack to his head. He moaned a couple of times and then a sudden load crack happened in his neck. He smiled at her and she got a cold chill.
“Thank you baby.” Cody smirked. “What you cookin?”
“Pizza.”
“What kind?”
“Pepperoni.”
“Oh, good.” He stood up and she followed suit. He walked into the kitchen and was stricken stiff. There on the table lay the letter from the RWA manager Shawn Walsh. He turned to Carmen with her eyes piercing through him.
“When where you gonna tell me?” Carmen asked as she poked him in the chest.
“Honey, I‘m not taking the job.” Cody replied with much regret in his voice.
“Why not?” She asked surprised.
“Because my life has changed. I have you and Alexandria now.”
“So, we can’t get buy on peanuts Cody.” She said as she stared at him.
“So you want me to take the job?”
“No.”
“Well what the fuck do you want?” Cody yelled.
“I want you to be ready to come back. Don‘t go back because we need the money. Jalie and Seth will help us out.” She pleaded with her nice blue eyes.
“Hun, I‘m ready.” Cody replied. “But I don‘t want to go because I love you to damn much.”
“Look, I don‘t want you laid up here with a broken neck and not being able to feel your daughters face or anything. I don‘t want you to end up getting badly hurt.” Carmen paused. “But I understand why you want to go back. Its in your blood. I‘m marrying a wrestler I have to deal with that.” She seemed to be talking to herself more then Cody.
“Do you think I really want to end up paralyzed or dead?” Cody asked. “I mean hun, I haven‘t been able to sleep. Shawn as already booked me in a match for the pay per view and I don‘t know if I‘m gonna be able to even show up.”
“Cody, I want you to do this for yourself, not for us.”
“What if little Alex has to watch her daddy wrestle and something bad happens to me.”
“Cody, you’re good. RWA may be brutes and asshole, but you are safe.”
“Depends on your definition of safe.” Cody dropped his head. “I just don‘t know anymore.”
“Look, promise me something.”
“What?” Cody asked.
“If you feel uncomfortable in a match you will lose it or you will take a break from the fed.”
“I promise.”
She opened the oven and took out the pizza, it was a little burnt on the edges but looked good. “Good.” She said with a smile. “go out there and wrestle. Don‘t worry about winning, losing, or getting hurt. Just do what you do best.”
“What’s that?” he asked. “wrestle?”
“Nope.” She smiled. “Show off.”
“Oh, that’s not all I‘m good at.” He smirked and moved closer to her. He pushed his hips up against her ass and wrapped his arms around her. She leaned her head back and kissed his neck. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” She replied. Something about her eyes made him feel uneasy. She seemed to be okay with the idea of him wrestling but she also seemed as though he had done something wrong. She seemed to him that she didn’t want to tell him that she didn’t want him to wrestle. He seen the fear in her eyes, much like the fear deep down inside himself.
My first match back and its at the pay per view. Resurrection. Umm, this show really should be a resurrection. Hell the resurrection of the RWA, The resurrection of the future and former hall a famers from, Nathan Gust to Seth Thomas. I noticed Nirvana is back in the RWA and I also noticed that he is in my three way match to move on to the main event for the Universal Title.
So much has happened to me in the years I have been away from my home. I have been screwed over, beat up blooded for no respect, and it all started here. Here is where I was born and here is where I will die. I am RWA for ever and will always be. This is my home and this is where I will stand until the bitter end.
But as I look at the card for resurrection my hopes of becoming the RWA’s first Universal champion look somewhat faded. Seth Dryden is going to dominate his match and I have never beaten him before. Along with Seth Thomas who I think will win his match as well. When I win my match I will be standing in the ring with two men I have never beaten and may never get the chance to beat again. Seth Thomas and I go way back to the beginning of RWA and what a goal it would be to beat him in the main event on the first pay per view show back in the RWA. I love Seth and he is like a brother to me but if I get my chance I will smash him in the back of the head with the title.
Don’t think I have forgotten the past Seth. Dryden and I have also knocked heads on one occasion. He beat me, far and square. He is good, better then half of the roster by what I seen on house show. But there are holes in his game that can be exploited. He knows he isn’t perfect, and I know I’m not perfect, but I will sure as hell not go down without a fight when I make it to the final.
As for my opponents, I have nirvana and Nathan Gust. Hmm who to pick on first? What the hell call it in the air.
Heads.
Ok, so Nathan Gust it is. Gust, think about who the fuck I am. I’m Cody fucking Carson and you better respect that. I beat the owner of this company with a broken neck. I have fought with busted knees and broken fingers. You on the other hand look like you fell out a fucking cracker jack box. Your teeth are so fucked up you must be a fucking brit. I mean look at you man, you had a hard time with the new rookies for fuck sakes. What the hell are you gonna do with me in the ring?
Your part of the hall of fame. Wow, shows just home much you sucked Pettis’ cock. I mean what other reason would you be on the hall of fame. You are a talentless piece of shit and when you step into the ring with me this Sunday you will find out that I should be on the hall of fame. Look at you, your greatest accomplishment is a two time Hardcore champion. Sure I never won the world title, but you know what… I was never given the chance. You had chances and you couldn’t capitalize on them. You’re a fucking joke, you’re like the Eugene of the RWA. The guy everyone makes fun up but somehow wins matches. Face it man, you can’t be great, because I am greatness so sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up.
Now on the Nirvana. You sir are a fucking Jew. You look like a Jew, you sound like a Jew, so I have concluded that you are a Jew. You bitch and moan when you lose a match, and you walk around here like you mean something to the RWA. You are nothing. Hell, you go around tasting peoples blood, its not there fault that Hitler fucked you in the ass. I mean hell you must have been his little bitch boy, being a Jew and all. Hence the back in Old RWA you started a faction call The Holocaust. Old memories die hard eh?
Why did you ever change your ring name to Nirvana, King? At least Jeff King could command respect, all you command it the towel whipping in the guys shower. Hell, I use to be against abortions, but after meeting you I understand why the hell they have abortions incase of incest. Nirvana, its hard for you to get the big picture when you have suck a small screen isn’t it? You will most likely make some stupid ass comment about me not being worth a fucking thing. And you know what, that maybe, but do I give a fuck?
Your opinion doesn’t matter to me. Hell the only opinion that should matter to anyone is mine. I will rule this fucking fed now that I don’t have someone holding me down. Nirvana you will be the first one to fall to me. See, its mind over matter really. I don’t mind , because you don’t matter. Its as simple as that. The universal title is mine and will always be mine. Not a soul in this fed can fucking touch me. I will reign supreme and I will rule the RWA.
As for Gust, you my friend are a fucking tard. You have your head so far up your own ass that you can crew your food twice. You think you’re some kind of Hardcore legend when in reality, your no more hardcore the Paris Hilton in a porno. You’re a fucking pawn and I am the player. I hold you all on my strings and when I get sick of seeing you, your strings get cut. Well this Sunday both yours and Nirvanas string are getting cut. Why you ask?
Because I can.