So many people try to tell me how to run my life. How I should do this and how I should do that. These are the people that are put here for the simple reason to piss everyone else off. See I love Carmen Dumas, and my new baby Alexandria. I really truly love them. There are some people that deserve to never feel this love. Then again, if you never feel love then you never feel the pain of letting a loved one go. The pain of having your heart ripped out and the person doing a Mexican tap dance on it. Physical pain is nothing, emotional pain will bring me to my knees. If anything ever happened to Carmen or Alexandria I would kill. I have felt love, felt the pain of having her ripped away and then the healing of her coming back. That is true pain. Many people say that real men don’t cry right? Well when Carmen left me I cried. When She came back I cried, And ever time I look into my baby girls face I cry a little. She is mine and no one can ever make that any different. Some people should never be allowed to feel this, for they are just a tool in use. They have nothing and will be nothing. So the question I bring to you is, are you one of these people.
Friday.February.09.2007
12:08 am
Living.room.of.Carson
The pain surged through his body and his neck ached horribly, sweat dripped off his face and his wife beater was soaked. Carmen Dumas was sitting on his back breast feeding Alex and shouting out commands. “Down.” He let his body down slowly and his biceps and triceps groaned, his pectorals felt on fire. “Up” She shouted and he pushed himself up, holding this pushup with his arms slightly bent and his body in pain. “Down.” She commanded. He went down and almost dropped to the ground. He forced himself through gritted teeth to hold himself off the ground. “She’s done.” Carmen said with a relived grin. HE slid off his back and he collapsed to the floor. Carmen grabbed a baby blanket with a pink elephant on it and tossed it over her shoulder. She held little baby Alexandria up onto her should and started to bounce around as she patted her back. He rolled onto his back and started to do sit ups. “Cody hun, are you almost done training?”
“Nope.” He got out as he sat up. “Still…Got… To…go…for… a…run.” She replied after ever sit up.
“Why are you training so hard, you told me you didn‘t care if you won?”
“I…don’t.” He gasped.
“Then why put yourself through his much pain two days before your match?”
“I… Am…. Going… To….Win.” He said with confidence. “Big…ger…Pay…Check.”
“Honey…” Alexandria burped loudly and Carmen looked at her. “Oh my. That’s my baby.”
“My…. Baby…” He stopped and Carmen tossed him the bottle of water that sat on the coffee table. “I need to run.”
“Baby, please I want you to be in shape for this match but if you over do it then you will hurt yourself.”
“Okay, I‘ll not go for a run today.”
“Thank you.”
“I‘ll just run further and harder tomorrow.”
“Cody.” Carmen groaned.
“I‘m kidding.”
“Good.” She smiled. “You wanna help me put Alex down for a nap?”
“I‘ll put my little Ally down for a nap.” He stated as he got up.
“You‘re all sweaty.” Carmen pointed out.
Cody took off the wife beater and whipped himself with it. “All gone.” He smirked and then looked down at Alex. He crossed his eyes and touched his tongue to his nose and she started to giggle. Cody took her out of Carmen’s arms and walked down the narrow hallway he turned and walking into his and Carmen’s room and approached the crib. He laid little Alexandria in it and covered her up with the blanket. He started to mum a lullaby and she was asleep in five minutes flat. Cody Smiled and walked out of the room, Carmen Dumas was standing there with her arms crossed and a smirk on he face.
“You really do got a way with her don‘t you?”
“Yeah.” Cody replied putting his arms around her as they rocked back and forth. She moved her lips to his and the two shared a passionate kiss. Cody’s hands slid down and grabbed her ass, he lifted her off the ground and she wrapped her legs around him and the two walked into the living room, still kissing. They fell onto the couch with a crash and a loud scream. “What the…”
“Am I interrupting?” Seth Thomas had came in the door and sat on the couch, unknown to them. They had fallen onto him and where all piled up on the couch. Cody got off first and Carmen turned to sit next to Seth. “I‘m sorry.” He said in a sarcastic tone.
“Bull shit.” Cody said with a disapproved look.
“Seth, you want some chicken?” Carmen asked with a smile.
“Sure.”
“Jalie’s burnt food not good enough for you?”
“Ask her yourself.” Seth smiled at how Carson jumped and ducked as he pointed behind him. Jalie wasn’t there but Seth was doubled over and couldn’t stop laughing. Cody got up and smacked him in the head, which was followed by a kick to the back of his own knees. “Dick.”
“Ass jockey.” Carson replied. He walked into the chicken where Carmen was taking the chicken out of the fridge.
“I love leftover’s.”
“Me too.” He said as he grabbed her hips again. She yelped and then put the chicken into the microwave. She started the timer and turned around. She started to kiss Cody and then Seth’s head was side by side with them, a big cheesy smile on his face.
“Hello.” Seth smiled.
“Can you piss off?” Cody asked.
“Nope.”
Cody groaned and then turned to go into the living room. Seth followed and pushed him onto the couch. “So you think you gonna win this RWA shit?”
“Man, I don‘t really care, win or lose I still get a pay check.”
“True.” Seth replied. “So have you fucked up my niece yet?”
“Not that I know of.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, There are some things I don‘t fuck up.”
“Is just everything else.” Seth mumbled.
“I heard that.”
“Good.”
“You‘re a prick.”
“I know.”
Carmen walked in with Seth and her own chicken. She sat down and handed him a plate and the started on her own. Cody looked shocked and hurt. “Where is mine baby.”
“In the micky box.”
“Why?”
“If you wanted to eat it cold you should of… ”
“I was joking.” Cody replied as he stood. “I‘ll go grab my own.”
He walked into the kitchen, Seth and Carmen smiled at each other and silently giggle. “You love pissing him off don‘t you?” Seth whispered.
“He deserves it.” She replied also in a whisper.
“Ummm Umm.” Cody moaned as he walked into the living room. His chicken had steam rolling off the top and the rice was very very hot as well. He chewed it food and swallowed. “Honey you must not have gotten cooking skills from your sister.”
“Why do you say that?” Carmen asked glancing up behind Cody.
“Cause,” He started. “You sister can’t cook a meal without burning it.”
“Really.” Seth replied also looking up past Carson.
“yeah but don‘t tell her.”
“Oh,” Seth started. “I think she knows.”
“Huh?” Cody questioned.
“She’s behind you.” Carmen said pointing.
“Ha, HA.” Cody replied. “Seth tell you to do that.”
“No really she is.”
“Wow, you guys are a riot.”
“Cody, she it behind you.” Seth stated.
“Yep, sure she is.” Cody smirked and waved behind him. “Hi Jalie.”
“Hi.” She whispered into his ear. Cody’s face went pale and his strength seemed to drain. All of a sudden Cody got smacked in the top of the head with a stack of phone books. “Say I can’t cook.”
“Jalie!” Carmen exclaimed.
“What?”
“His neck.”
“Shit.” She said with a smile. “I forgot.”
‘”Are you ok?” Seth asked.
“Yep, just my neck hurts now.”
“Aww.” Jalie said as she started to flick her bottom lip. “Poor baby.”
“Fuck you.” Cody replied.
“You will not.” Seth smiled.
Jalie smirked. “You boys should go for a run. I want to talk to Carmen.”
“Yeah, come on you fuckin baboon.” Seth said as he got up.
“I‘m eating.” Cody replied.
Jalie smiled. “I can help you with that.” She grabbed the plate and dumped it. “All done.”
Cody shook his head and got up. “Lets go then ass jockey.”
The two started out the door joshing each other back and forth and giving a push or two.
So the odds are against me and everyone in the world thinks that Gusto is gonna with this match, and the match after words. Ha, Nathan gust could with a quadriplegic midget in a wrestling match let alone me. He’s in the future right now eh? Wow, your cool you fucking idiot. Nathan’s future is more fantasy then it is fiction. See the real future is me. I am the past present and future of the industry and there isn’t shit anyone can do about it. It’s a simple fact. Gust may think that he can win this match but in reality; something he doesn’t like to look at I might add, he has never had a chance in this match from the get go.
He is suppose to be the hardcore of the RWA, he’s about as hardcore as a little baby kitten. Nathan gust is going to see the real future come Sunday, because there is not stopping me, I am greatness for fuck sakes. No one can pass me. Call me cocky, I don’t give a fuck, I am. Call me a dick, or white trash, all every true. There’s nothing Nathan or anyone for that matter can say that will hurt me.
Outsmarted?
Nathan, please, your whole fucking purpose on this earth was to be a warning to others. The time that you where ever smart was when your where a fucking sperm and even when you found the egg on dumb luck. You’re a stupid fuck. Some people say you’re the perfect idiot, hell, your not perfect but your doing pretty good. Honestly Nathan, people in the back laugh at you because you think you’re something tough but in REALITY the only reason out are here is to bring a crowd, to see what stupid shit is going to be running out of his mouth today. People look at you and they see the village idiot. Your nothing you stupid fuck.
You
Are
Nothing.
Now nirvana, what’s wrong big guy, did big bad Carson hurt your feelings? Awww, suck it up buttercup. See, I thought you would have been the first one to open your mouth, I mean hell you do it all the time to eat people right? So what, you can’t open your mouth to try and verbally bitch slap me? What’s wrong Nirvana, rooster got you tongue.
Nirvana when you die man, you should donate you brain to science, I heard the could come up with the perfect vacuum. You think your something amazing because… Why? Why do you think you hold any rank in this business? I mean you haven’t won a match, you haven’t even spoken… So what makes you think you even deserve to be in this match. I’ll tell you what, why don’t you just leave the RWA and save yourself the embarrassment you are going to feel when you get into the ring with the best of the best. Run over to SFT and stay their, You’re not wanted here and you will never be wanted here. Besides, SFT does have lower talent, you might be able to win something there, but as for here in the RWA. Huh, as long as I’m here your career will have a big zero in the wins column. Huh, not that I need to help anyone in the RWA.
Back to Gusto.
Do you ever wonder what life would be like if you'd had enough oxygen at birth? I mean honestly, you sound like a fucking idiot, you give the RWA a bad name. Look at me, I’m so tough and hardcore that I can win a match against two snot nosed rookies and then get my ass handed to me by one of them. Now I live in the future where I have beaten Seth Thomas, Seth Dryden and Cody Carson. Oh boy now I really want to go and play Barbie’s and write more lies in my little book. Go slit your wrist’s, It will lower your blood pressure.
Now as for Seth Thomas and Seth Dryden, seeing as they are the two I will be fighting in the main event, I hope you guys know what’s coming. Thomas you know I can bring this shit hard now, I’m no slouch in the ring anymore. Dryden, you and I have only ever fought once and you won my the skin of your teeth. From what I seen on House show, you haven’t improved a bit. I on the other hand am greater then you. You strive for Greatness, for honor and respect. Well bitch I already got that, so shut the fuck up and just die.