::Forward::
Love, what is the word to people? Some treat it has there tool to manipulate people to do what they want. Others use it as a weapon to force people to so what they want. Then there are people like myself who, do not us it but embarrass it. The people that use the love to as a tool or a weapon don’t really know true love. They are the ones that cheat on their wife or husband. I have been tempted yes, and have almost went through on it. But when you know true love you can’t follow through with it. You see how much your love one would be hurt and you completely forget about the person you where going to be with and all you see is them crying. Love is a strange thing and it can cause men and women to do strange thing. Thing’s they would never think of doing without that person. But with love comes pain and with pain comes hate, maybe yoda did have something there. But without those things then life is not worth living. Every day I live for the fights. They weaken you yet make you stronger, that is the only way we grow. If we did not grow then we would not live, and without life there is… Nothing.
::Chapter 9::
The Trip
Wednesday.February.21.2007
10:53 am
Carson Residents
The phone rang so loud that it made him jump. He was the only one home for the first time sicne the baby was born and he was watching a clip from his match with Eric Badger. He Paused the tape and shook his head as he picked up the phone. “Hello,”
“Carson you stupid shit head.”
“Who is this?” Cody exclaimed with a puzzled look on his face. The voice sounded familiar to him but then again all voices over the phone do.
“It‘s Walsh ass jockey .” Came the loud reply on the other end, in his normal cocky tone. “You need extra cash kid?”
“Who are you callin a kid?” Cody jokingly replied.
“You dick weed.” Shawn replied. “Look bro, we need some Canadian publicity. I‘ll give you hundred G to go to your home town and do the RWA support. You’ll have to sign autographs and do a press conference? You in? Or is that too much work for Mr. RWA.” Walsh chuckled over the phone at the sarcasm in his voice.
“Umm…” Cody pondered the situation. He thought to himself about what that money could mean to his family.
“Cody man, you will be up there two days, three at the most.”
“Shawn, I got a kid now.”
“And extra money would come in handy.” Shawn bargained. “If not Eric badger said he would gladly do it.”
“Fuck that, I‘m in.”
“Good.” Shawn replied. “You got three hours to pack kid. Your plane lives at three.”
“Ok.” Cody said and he hung up the phone. So much was running through his mind. He had just agreed to go back to Vancouver without talking to Carmen about it? What if she wasn’t ok with it? She doesn’t think money is important. What had he done?
“Hey baby.” Carmen was home with Alex.
“Hey.” Cody replied still completely in thought. “What did the doc say?”
“Oh, she just has a small little cold. She’s gonna be fine.” Carmen said as she popped her head back into the room and looked at him. “What’s wrong baby, your as pale as a ghost?”
Suddenly he was stranded, about to be consumed by his own stupid greed. “Baby, I agreed to do something.”
“You’re not selling your body are you?” She joked.
“No” Cody said in a very serious tone. His face had changed and he looked like he was about to say something that would cause him great pain. What had he done? “I have to leave for Vancouver in three hours.”
“What?” Carmen exclaimed, completely shocked.
Cody’s guts twisted and turned at the expression on her face. He knew he had screwed up but what else could he do. Well there was plenty else he could do. He could have said no. he could have said I have to talk to Carmen first. But no all he did was immediately answer him. Greed had forced the decision and the thought of his child and wife without money had also had something to do with it. How badly he wanted to call Shawn back, or go back in time and change it. “I have to go to Vancouver.”
“You know I can’t come. I have to watch Alexandria.” Carmen said calmly.
“I know.” Cody replied, he wanted her to come and if he said that to her she would talk to Seth and Jalie and see if they could watch Alex and she would come with him. If not then Alex would be on her first plane trip to Vancouver. But he couldn’t do that, no this was his choice and he wasn’t going to make her suffer through the long hours of signing autographs and press conferences. No, you wouldn’t do that to her, it would be her choice to come if she wanted to. “Will you help me pack?” he asked with a look of depression on his face. She could see that he felt bad about doing this without consulting her but it was his choice and he had made it.
“Yeah,” She sighed. “I‘ll help you pack.”
Cody took a deep breath and shook his head to himself. “I‘m sorry.” He said. He meant it more deeply then she had realized and she smiled at him.
“Baby, you‘re a big boy, I know that you know what you’re doing.” She put her sweet, soft, gentle hand on his hot shoulder. Her touch made him melt and he felt as though a burning steak was driven through his heart. “I know how much the RWA means to you. So go.”
Those words sat in his mind for several moments. He felt completely lost within himself and he didn‘t know why? Maybe it was her tone or maybe it was just the simple fact that she thought the RWA meant more to him then his family, maybe it was something deeper. He pushed it aside and smiled. Then again maybe it was nothing. “You and Alex mean more to me then anything in this world. I would die for you both.” He needed to hear himself say it. He needed to know that that was true and that it wasn’t just in his mind. “That’s why I‘m doing this. For you two. I get one hundred grand for two at three days of signing shit.”
“I understand Cody.” She replied with a lower voice, like she had a lump in throat. “I just feel like you seem to love the fed more then me.” Tears ran down her face and Cody’s eyes that where lit with fire where now put out by the tears, he grabbed her roughly and pulled her into him. He closed his eyes and held her tightly against his chest.
“Why would you think that?” Cody asked in a soft soothing voice.
“You don‘t look at me the same.” Carmen replied muffled by Cody’s shirt.
His heart sank and he knew what she was talking about. When was the last time that he did anything out of the blue for her. Hell the last time he did something at all was in valentine day. What the hell had he been doing? Training. Wrestling. Sleeping. He hadn’t done anything for her just because he could. Now he knew why she would say that. “I‘m sorry baby.”
“Don‘t be sorry.”
“I am.” He whispered and lifted her head, he looked her eye to eye and smiled at her. “Don‘t you worry your pretty little head about me and you. I‘m never leaving you.”
“You said that last time.” She replied and her eyes filled with tears again.
He had said it last time then he got really drunk, didn’t go to a party with her and she got beaten up and raped. He sighed and kissed her lips gently. “I swear it.” He said it from the bottom of his heart and she knew it. She buried her head into his shoulder again and he wrapped his arms around her. He loved her so much at the moment he didn’t think anything could ever top it. She finally pushed away from him and wiped her eyes and her nose. He smiled at her and gave her a kiss on the lips. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” She replied with a smile. She grabbed the handle of the car seat and pulled Alex up, Cody then grabbed the car seat in his hand and the two carried Alex up the steps. They reached their bedroom and Cody set the seat down on the floor. Carmen took little Alex out and started to change her dirty diaper. Cody went to the closet and opened it, he pulled out his suitcase and dropped it on the bed. He then went to his old oak dresser and started to pull clothes out. “So, how long will you be again?”
“Two ta three day max.” He was finally feeling good about it, Carmen was ok with it and that’s all that mattered to him. “You could watch me on TV.” He smiled at her as she chuckled a little. Boy how he was going to miss her. Maybe, hopefully, the work would keep his mind off of her. Her cute little smile and her sexy core made him reconsider leaving. As he looked at her she seemed to glow in the sunlight, changing his daughter. He dropped a T-shirt into the bag and continued to stare at her.
“What?” She asked as she looked up and caught his stare. Oh man she might think there is something wrong with her, god you’re an Idiot. Quick say something smart.
“Nothing, just admiring your beauty.” Cody smiled and inside he felt like he had won.
“Uh huh.” Carmen said with a sneer.
“What?” Cody asked, completely confused on what he did to get the sneer. He was admiring her beauty, but for some reason she didn’t seem to believe him.
“Nothing.” She replied as she picked up Alex. Boy she looked beautiful but Cody pried his eyes away and continued to pack up. She walked by him and the smell of her perfume was stuck in Cody’s nostrils and with a smile he turned and grabbed her ass. She yelped and turned to him. He shrugged and smiled. Her ass was firm and he loved it. How long would it be until he felt that ass again, two to three day he told to himself.
::Conclusion::
Equals,
Lets make a trip into that word. The dictionary definition is to have the same quality, status or values as another. Ha, my opponent seem to think that I’m his equal or that he is 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 RWA, less the tights and the frilly outfit.
My opponent on the other hand is the lowest quality you can get. He’s cheated to win everything he’s got, he walks around fucking everything that moves, the only tag team partner he could get was a co owner, and he still couldn’t win the damn titles. He takes from the rookies wins and makes himself look big, and when a real challenge comes along, he weasels his way into a cheap win or out of the match all together.
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 hexagon. 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 opponent on the other hand, he is the runt among the pups. He sees himself doing great thing but he does no more then the average man. I will agree that he use to have some talent, he use to be able to do the unbelievable, but he can not anymore. He use to do things that awed the people of the crowd into silence. But he has changed. He became the runt, the one that fights for survive, not for glory. Some say that makes him dangerous, I say that makes him a shell. A shell of what he 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 RWA, 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 fiancé and a baby girl who I love and cherish so much. My opponent doesn’t even have a girlfriend. Probably got about three STD’s though. Once again proving my life is more valuable.
His life however is not anymore valuable then a piece of dog shit on the front yard. He isn’t with anyone, no kids, STD’s coming out his ass, and he is a shell of a man. Really someone should put him out of his misery, it pains me to see someone like that. It really does. It comforts me to know that someday someone will finally end his pain and send him to what ever shit hole he deserves.
So to those fucks we haven’t realized it and to my opponent maybe this will get it though your thick skull. Then again, you can’t keep your attention for more then three seconds you ADD shit head. So here’s what all that meant… Badger, you are not 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 have or ever will be to me is the shit on my shoe. So go fuck yourself and your television championship. I still have the proof that that belt is mine, but who give a shit, I want your head.