_-Caution| ladies and gentlemen, you're about to enter the world of one Cody fuckin' Carson. Easily offended? Fuck off, before I traumatize you for life. If blood, violence, gore, stupid humor,religious jokes, sexist jokes, and a whole lot of fucking sound a little too outrageous for your tastes, then grab your purse, adjust your skirt and get the fuck out of my sight.
_-Pissed off Ranting| Hope you guys like the storyline.
_-Children.|
It was late, and quiet. Too quiet. The late night guard walked up the hall and into the room that Jason Monity was stationed. Jason lay on the cot in the white room. He had to be checked on every hour after three suicide attempts. Jason was asleep and the guard smiled, turned on his heels and went toward the door. Suddenly the guards eyes bulged and he hit the floor, Jason standing behind him with a combat knife. They had brought him a duffle bag with clothes in it. In the front fold of the bag, Jason knew there was a knife. He had ripped the bag open and found it. Now he stand over the security Guard with that same knife. Jason realized the man was about the same size as himself and smiled that murderess smile. He changed the mans clothes to his own and tipped his hat low. He grabbed the hand gun and un clasped it from his belt. “They won‘t get me now. And the Traders will be executed…”

Dos.

The cameras open to Cody Carson and Carmen Dumas laughing and joking around, Carmen has Carson pinned on the bed of the apartment.

“one…two…three.” Carmen counted and Carson smiles up at her.

“Oh my god, Cody Carson has been beaten by a woman.” Cody moves quickly and knocks her arms off his shoulder and rolls her over up against the wall. “Oh but the come back.” The two smile and kiss each other.

“You better not get your ass kicked at the Pay Per View.” Carmen said biting his bottom lip.

“And why not?” Cody said, with a smile.

“Because Jalie, Seth and I will never let you live it down.” Carmen said wrapping her loving arms around him. “Cody, I want to know something.”

“What hun?” Cody asked pushing himself off her neck and looking her in the eyes,.

“When are we going to start a family?” Carmen said.

“When my dick is shriveled up.” Cody replied quickly and smiled. Carmen how ever didn’t. Her eyes filled with tears. “Baby, I‘m only kiddin. I don‘t know. I want the sensation of coming home and seeing my baby look at me and saying daddy, I love you. But at the same time, we are free. We can part have fun, fuck all the time.” Cody looked down. “And I don‘t want my children growing up and seeing their daddy come home from work with a busted skull.”

“I just want to know when?” Carmen said.

“Why?”

“I just do.”

“Do you want too?” Cody asked.

“Yes.” She blurted out.

Cody sat in shock and Carmen started to cry. Cody’s gut twisted and his brain hurt. “Why?”

“I just do Cody.”

“So do I.”

“Well… I got to tell you something…”

There was a knock on the door and Cody jump up, looking at Carmen and helping her up. Cody turned and walked to the door and opened it. There was an officer standing at his door. The officer looked at him with a grave look. “Mr. Carson?”

“What did you do now Cody?”

“Nothing.” Cody said looking over his shoulder to Carmen. “What’s this about?”

“One Justin…”

“Fuck me… What did he do now?”

“Mr. Carson please can I come in?” The officer said bowing his head.

Cody gave Carmen a puzzled look and she shrugged her shoulders. “Sure…” Cody said slowly.

“Thank you sir.”

“Don‘t ever call me that again and I won‘t be forced to…” Cody stopped remembering he was talking to a cop. He opened the door and the officer walked in. He was in his uniform and his hat. He took the hat off and wiped the sweet from his bald head. Then walked in. He was no little man and looked like he could pack a punch. But there was a painful look in his walk and his eyes told Cody that something bad had happened.

“Have a seat.” Carmen said motioning to the couch. The officer sat and jumped quickly. “Watch the spring.”

“Thanks.”

“You want a beer?” Cody asked.

“I‘m on duty.” the officer said sadly.

“I won‘t tell.”

“Ok fine.” Both Cody and Carmen’s eyes widened. Cody Grabbed him the beer and smiled. HE handed it to the man and then one to Carmen who got up and walked it back to the fridge. Grabbing out a water.

“So what‘s wrong? Did you have to blow the stupid son of a bitches brains out?” Cody asked opening the beer and taking a swig.

The officer opened his and downed about half of it. “Nope.”

“Then what?”

“Mr. Monity is now up on murder charges…”

“WHAT!?” Cody yelled and Carmen stood in the kitchen shocked.

“Yes, early this morning Justin Monity killed Officer Bobbie Kelbon. He was a newbie under my watch.” The officer chugged another quarter of the beer, drinking away the pain. “Yesterday was his first day on the job…”

“My god… Why?”

The officer shrugged. “I don‘t know. Know one does.”

“Officer…” Carmen started.

“Glenn…” The officer corrected. “Glenn Croft.”

“Glenn man, I‘m sorry for your loss.” Cody had more important things and fears in his mind to really show the man compassion right now.

“Mr Carson…”

“Cody.” Carson corrected.

“Cody…” Glenn said looking at him. “He has escaped the compound…”

Cody dropped his head and grabbed his hair. “No.”

“But this was written on the wall of his cell… Bobbie‘s blood…” Glenn Hands Cody the picture taken earlier.

“What‘s it say?” Carmen asked.

Cody stared at the picture. There in the officers blood was written “Traders Will PAY!”. He said the words as he read them.

“So Cody, I‘m here to protect you and your lovely wife…”

“Fiancée…” Carmen and Cody both said at the same time.

“Well, I‘m here. There are squads waiting outside. And we are offering you Police protection.”

“We don‘t need it.” Cody stated. “If he has the balls to come to this apartment and come here to kill me…” Cody smirked. “You would be coming to get him with a body bag.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because IF I didn‘t get him Donavan up stairs would.”

“Who?”

“Dom… That’s what we call him. Picture a two hundred and seventy five pound line backer.”

“Oh…” “Why?” Cody asked.

“For me Cody…”

“But Dom… He loves you to bits…”

“Yes but Justin was trained to kill and to become nothing remember?”

“True..”

“What are you two talking about.” Glen asked, confused.

“Justin was in the army…”

“We was what?” Glenn screamed. “Why was he in our facility…”

Cody shrugged. “Ask the judge.”

“Oh my god…”

“What wrong…?” Glenn looked sick and carmen pointed to the washroom. Glenn ran and you could hear him getting sick. “What the fuck…?”

“I don‘t know.” Carmen said with a confused look.

The officer walked out of the bathroom and Carmen handed him water, he nodded thanks and looked at Cody. “Mr. Carson…”

“What…?”

“An army general by Jonstin Mouty signed out a sniper rifle of the range… He is no where to be found nor is the rifle…”

“Rearrange the letters and get Justin Monity…” Carmen said solving the problem.

“Oh fuck…” Cody said scared for the first time in a long time.

“Mr. Carson I would like permission to stay here.. Until this matter has been put to rest.”

“Permission Granted.” Cody said staring at the floor. Justin was a trained killer. If HE wanted Cody dead it would be done within the day. Carmen and Cody looked at each other both knowing the truth. Someone was gonna die… the question is who…

_-TV Title ¤ July 27th 2006 Vs. Rain Falls Vs. Amphetimine¤|

Another day, another fucking match where no one talks. Hell I have better response for talking into a fucking hollow tube. Jesus Christ. The world of Rookies sure has changed since back when I was one. I would spout off needless bullshit, get cut to shit and then get my ass handed to me. Now the rookies just shut up bend over and want it in the ass.

In this case that isn’t such a bad thing… but you know what I mean.

These fucking rookies have got to relies something, if you can get into your opponents head you have the match have won. Trust me, I know. I have lost plenty of matches, and won plenty of course. But every time I lost it was what the person said that pissed me off. And I got ahead of myself, mad a mistake and boom… match ended title gone. There is nothing that either of you can do or say that will piss me off anymore. But you know that chance is always there. Amphetamine, you are the TV champion on a fluke win, but A win none the less and you should at least put up some sort of fight and rain falls you’re… well… Hmm… Rain falls you’re… Well Hey at least your not as bad as…. Well…. Sorry….

YOU SUCK!

Amphetamine, what the hell can I say about you. I mean hell, If I was forty years older I would tap you because then I wouldn’t be to worried about dieing for the STD’s and I would be to old to worry about scratching the crabs. All I’m saying is wash that fucking thing for once in your life.

I mean hell girl when you won the fucking title and jumped up and down with your legs open the fucking audience almost passed out from the smell. Hell I was on the plane already heading back home and I could smell it… Jesus. Speaking of which, Close your fucking legs I can smell it again.

Girl, if you want that fuckin belt then you better speak up and claim it. Simple as that.

God want to be me…

But I am

The dream

The theory

The reality

And the fuckin

The Resolution.

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