[ We're all careless sometimes, that comes with being human. Some of us are more careless then others. Me, I consider myself in the ladder tear of the more intelligent ones that do as they please, and rarely pay any consequences for their actions. I do as I please and everyone else can go fuck themselves. If you're not with me, then your against me. It's how I've always lived my life. By doing what's best for me. Ofcourse sooner or later something or someone always ends up coming to bit you in the ass. Naturally you never think like that, no one does. You view yourself as invincible, especialy when you have the right person by your side. For me, despite what most may think, that person for me is not a man. I'm sure that surprises the vast majority of you, but hey...there's alot more about me that I have yet to reveal.

Upon my coming here to AWA, I wasn't really exspecting to stay. Hell, I thought it would be just a few apperance to get this little places ratings up then I'd go on my merry way. The thing is, I started feeling something like the old Brandi James again. I had been "out the game" for a bit over a year now. Had a great life going for me with my baseball World Series MVP boyfriend. My life was great, smooth, and I was actually at peace. That peace ended the minute Cody Carson came knocking on my door after reading a small dedication to him in my book...."Leather and Lace...The Rise of a Wrestling Goddess." If you haven't read it yet...I'd advise you to go get it, it's a great read....but I digress. I came here to AWA with the mind set of only doing a few appearance as I said. Once I hit the ring, it all came back to me. The feeling of the crowd turning against me, which I love. I've never been one needing to have the adoration of the fans, but something felt a bit off. Not long after I sent for my lackey. Kasey...yes lackey...assistant is only the politically correct terms for them. No matter how you look at it they still do your dirty work, and fetch coffee. As you all know now Kasey is spending and obscene amount of time with Jimmy Stryker. Which shows he's not dealing with a full deck either. So I should be thankful Kasey isn't around.

Still I tried to find my place, ofcourse true to form I became the Center of Attention here in AWA. It was unavoidable after looking at the rest of the sorry roster. It was clear to me that I had to save this place. Which is exactly what I am doing. Now I have to look at exactly how to do it. As I stated before something was indeed off. Then I realized, that I'm missing my crew. I have too much to do, and too many interviews to handle. I had to start putting things back in check. Unfortunately Kasey is gone. Lucky for me, I called up my trusty agent the beautiful Stevie Mancini. Stevie has always stuck by my side no matter what. Never once juding me after the Lane, Sparks, and Walsh....catastrophe. Even though she always tried to be the voice of reason, my conscience if you will Stevie is a dear friend.

Today trusty assistant is coming along for the ride with me to see my doctor. After the last show I began to feel a cold coming on. I called the office asking them to phone a prescription into my pharamacy like they always have in the past. But now since my doctor seems to want to fuck the insurance company by billing them when ever he can I'm forced like everyone else to go see him. So here I find myself standing infront of the reception desk in Doctor Sullivan's office, dressed in my cute white lace shirt, and black capri pants with my strappy sandal I absolutely adore. My patience grew thin as I stood there for a moment waiting for the bitch behind the desk to take the damn phone away from her ear, but she didn't seem like she was going to. I rubbed the back of my neck fustrated, and looked at Stevie. She knew that I wasn't thrilled about being treated like the "common" folk having to endure this torture. Hell, I'd rather be forced into watching a Sean Lane promotion then be in room of less the average people, some not even citizens of our fine country. Stevie tapped on the desk and finally got her attention. ]

Stevie Mancini:"Excuse, but is the wait going to be much longer? My client has an important flight to catch."

[ The reception looked at Stevie, and took a list of patients name out. ]

Receptionist:"What's her name?"

Stevie Mancini:"Brandi James."

Receptionist:"Brandi James?.."

Stevie Mancini:"Yes.."

[ Dam was this woman hard of hearing or just stupid? True often the two go hand and hand. I stood there tapping my foot getting arrgrivated as all hell, and I wasn't even the one talking to her. I swear Stevie can take people's stupidity alot better than I can. The receptionist looked at the list then up at Stevie and smiled. ]

Receptionist:"Ah...Brandi James...the pornstar."

[ What the fuck? Before Stevie could even get an answer out, I lunged over the desk, and spoke as I gritted my teeth together.]

Brandi James:"Look, Bitch...I'm not a pornstar...I'm a former 3 x World Champion...among countless other titles I've held. Now how much longer?"

[ She gulped then got her fat ass up from her chair. ]

Receptionist:"Dr. Sullivan said that we are to get you into a room right away...follow me, Ms. James."

[ And who said that being famous doesn't have it's advantages. We walked down the hall, and went into the thrid door on the right. Stevie and I walked in, and she put my file on a tray near the table. ]

Receptionist:"The doctor will be in momentarily."

[ With that said she exited the room. Stevie sat on the chair next to the scale in the room. She looked at me, as I hoped up on the examination table. ]

Stevie Mancini:"Brandi, you really need to chill out."

Brandi James:"I thought I was being nice. I could have been alot more rude."

Stevie Mancini: "Oh, that I don't doubt...but still. I had to pull a few strings for Dr. Sullivan to do this. So try to behave. Alright?"

Brandi James:"When people stop being retarded, I'll start to behave....So I guess all you have to do is keep the retards away, and I'm good to go."

[ Stevie giggled then put her cell phone into her purse. ]

Stevie Mancini: "I'll make a note of that."

Brandi James:"Good.......Oh by the way did you get intouch with the people doing my new T-shirts?"

Stevie Mancini:"Yes, I did..."

[ Before she could finish her sentence her cell phone went off. Normally I demand my employees full attention, but when Stevie pulled the phone out of her pocket she looked at the caller id, and knew she had to take it. ]

Stevie Mancini:"Hello....Yes...Well....it's just that. Oh jesus you're fucking kidding me? Has he lost his mind? Right....I'm aware. Alright, you have no need to worry. Besides this isn't as big of a deal as your associate thinks it is. Will do...bye."

[ She hung the phone up quickly, and shook her head. ]

Brandi James:"What the hell was that all about?"

Stevie Mancini: "It appears that Damien won't be coming to AWA."

[ I looked at Stevie for a moment, waiting for her to flash me a smile, and say gotcha. But she didn't, not this time. I knew that she was serious. I figured something like this was going to happen, after all from my first day here I had been waiting for Damien to come join me. That's how it always was, I'd go to a place then soon after he would follow. I let a sigh out, and began to swing my feet. ]

Stevie Mancini:"You're really bothered by this aren't you?"

Brandi James:"No..!."

Stevie Mancini:"Brandi, I know you better then that. You can't lie to me."

[ She was right, I couldn't lie to her. Other than Jalie, Stevie is the only other woman that is able to tell what's going on inside my head. She knew something was off and that I wasn't happy by this news. I looked at her, and softly said. ]

Brandi James:"Did he mention why?"

Stevie Mancini:"Well his agent said Damien saw a few of your promos, and noticed that the "spirit" of Damien seem to possess you when you were trash talking. Apparently Damien wasn't amused by it, and took it offensively."

Brandi James:"I can't believe he took it the wrong way. Hell, I used "Wrestling's Numero Uno" as tribute to him, when I first came here, and he knew that."

Stevie Mancini:"Even still, Brandi...Damien wasn't pleased by it."

Brandi James:[ This is insane by all stretches of the imagination. I loved Damien Sparks with every last breath in me. I never meant to insult him, or make him think ill of me. One of my reasons for coming here was the thought that maybe Damien and I could run the table here in AWA. Once again I have managed to push someone that means so much to me away. Too many thoughts went through my head. How to make it right, how to fix what ever he thinks I did. I stared at Stevie who just shrugged her shoulders. ]

Stevie Mancini:"I wish I could tell you. But Just so you know Damien has copyrighted his name and quotes. So from now on, if you "imimate" him, you will be fined."

Brandi James:"Gimme a fucking break."

Stevie Mancini:"I wish I could, but he seems serious."

[ I would have gotten into it more with her, but she was saved by Doctor Sullivan entering the room. I hoped off the table, and stood infront of him. ]

Brandi James:"It's about God Damn time! "

[ he smiled at me, and put his hand on my shoulder. ]

Doctor Sullivan:"It's nice to see you too Brandi."

[ smirked at him, and removed his hand from my shoulder. ]

Brandi James:"Get you're filthy hands off me old man. If Rick found out you'd touched me, he'd kick your ass, Regardless of your age."

Doctor Sullivan:"We wouldn't want that now would we?"

Brandi James:"I'm sure you wouldn't,,,,so write me, my script so I can go."

[ He pulled out his thermometer, as I backed away. ]

Doctor Sullivan:"Let me take your temperature."

Brandi James:"No fucking way, pervert. Write the dam script so I can be on my way."

Doctor Sullivan:"Well, how can I if I don't know what's wrong with you?"

[ I opened the door to the room half way, and said. ]

Brandi James:"My head hurts, I have a stuffy nose..I'm coughing night, and my throat feels sore. Sure, I figured a multiple orgasm maybe have cured me, but Rick and I tried that the other night, and since he can't fuck the cold out of me, and the multiple orgasm didn't curse my cold, I'm forced to come see you......Now write."

Doctor Sullivan:"Brandi...that can be.....It has to be.."

[ I glared at him and pointed. As I raised my voice.]

Brandi James:" I told you my symptoms now fucking write!"

[ He hung his head, but naturally like a good servent did as he was told. He wrote a prescription for an antibiotic for me. I grabbed it from his hand, the handed it to Stevie who took a phone as I was battling with the doctor. We walked out of the office, and into the elevator that conviently the door just opened as we arrived there. I pushed the ground floor button, and Stevie looked at me the phone half way off of her ear.]

Stevie Mancini:"Brandi, it's the AWA production department. They want to know if your C.O.A shirt in white and blue is good enough."

[ I was about to mutter yes, still I realized. That's not what I wanted...sure Max and Lexus will put out any shitty slogan shirt and attach my name to it to make it sell. But if this was going to be my shirt, I wanted it to reflect me. I looked at Stevie, and said. ]

Brandi James:"No...it's not ok...I want my new shirt to say "No Excuses, No Regrets..." on the front with my signature..and the back will say..."I wouldn't change a damn thing." and I want it to be in black and red. ....that is unless Damien Sparks owns the rights to the colors black and red."

Stevie Mancini:"Ummm, I don't belive so but I'll check on it..."

[ She said with a laugh then repeated what I said to the production department. Stevie knew what I meant by that, and knew that I was hurt that Damien had misunderstood me. Sad part was he never even called me to talk about it. Maybe it's for the better anyway. After all, I have Rick now. He's leaving his wife for me, and moving into my Miami home. It's interesting because on the car ride to the doctors we were talking about Damien, and Rick. The differnces between them and what not. Stevie mentioned to me that when I say Damien's name you can tell the excitement in my voice, and how it's not fair to Rick that I would try to make him into Damien. That sort of stuck with me, and I began to replay it in my head. I know that I can't make Rick act like Damien. Which is a good thing, because I don't want to. He's made it obvious by him relaying message through his agent that it's not going to work. Lucky for me, I found a man that I can rely on. I the person that I know will not just take care of me, and love me, but share our experience together. Silly me to ever think Damien was that person. I always hoped it he would be, but everything happens for a reason. And now I have Rick, who I'm crazy in love with, and as Martha Stewart would say "It's a very good thing." I stayed quiet as we exited the elevator to the parking lot, where my limo awaited. Before I got in I looked at Stevie. ]

Brandi James:"get that script filled ASAP...I don't care if you do it, or not. Hell, call Jack up...since Kasey is fucking off with Jimmy, it's about time we get the whole crew back. Make sure Jack is in Los Angles in a few days. I'm going to need him for a few things."

Stevie Mancini:"Will do boss."

[ She said as she saluted me....which is always nice...I got into the limo, and made my way to the airport to meet up with Rick as the scene fades out. ]

Match Talk

You may throw the parade now....Why? The fucking bitch is back in town. I'm packing up my east coast crew, and flying them to chill on the west coast...Exactly why would I do that? It's how a roll that's why. I finally figured out what was missing. It's not a man, never has been. After all what has any man really done for me? Well except try to get me off in 2 point 2 minutes...

Glen Sexton, The angels have looked down and smiled upon you buddy. First off, you get to stand in the ring with Wrestlings Goddess. I know that's a very big deal to you, especially since I'm sure you've never been this close to actual greatness. But try not to bust a nut just yet. As if being in the ring with me isn't enough, I'm feeling a bit under the wheather to boot. So you'll only be getting Brandi at 75%.

Not that will make a differnce....Hell even at 25% you still stand no chance against me. By the way...Umm

Who the hell are you? I ask this because, unlike myself you have yet to make a significate impact on AWA. Actually the Mexican janitor is better know then you. Atleast he knows how to make those toilets sparkle. What do you know how to do?

Did you really think that going against me would be easy? I'm sure you looked at the schedule for this week and thought. "Oh, awesome...LA....Titty bars, Sunset Strip...and I'll get an easy win over Rick Young's chick.

For your sake if that was indeed your thoughts, you're going to need to change your whole mind set. Incase you didn't realize already, I'm not about to let you make an example of me. This match isn't going to be an easy one for you. But first you're going to have to meet me half way. You need to answer the following...

Why are you here?....I know I'm wondering that..Since Adonis seems to have more purpose then you do.

Fuck...I get stuck with these shit bums all the time...I'm sure Lexus and Max are having a nice laugh now...Well laugh it up, when Glen can't wrestle anymore and your one member short don't blame me, You're the one who put him into a match where he's clearly over his head. Just as Gary Mac made short work of you, so won't I.

You know what...I'm tired..I'm tired of carrying people in matches. I have to learn to stop being so damn generous... Too bad for you Sexton...My generousity just ran out....