“I don’t see why we can’t make him stay in the basement.” Jalie argued.

“Because...“ Seth replied. “It’s not exactly welcoming down there. And God...ess knows what you’d do to him while he was sleeping.”

“I wouldn’t do anything...” Jalie blurted while diverting her attention to the floor.

“Honey, I know you better than you know yourself half the time. And you’re a horrible liar.” Seth said while smirking. Jalie stuck out her tongue and crossed her arms, trying to look disappointed. Seth leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. “And besides, it’s only for a week or so. And he’s here most of the time anyways. It’s not going to be much different then it normally is.”

“I’ll be damned if I’m going to wait on him. If he can get in the ring on Sunday, he can make his own fucking food...” Jalie shot out.

“Nobody expects you to wait on him. And besides, Carmen’s going to be here with him, isn’t she?” Seth asked.

“Yes. But they’re staying in separate rooms. If he doesn’t like it, he can stay at home. And if I find out they’re sneaking into each other’s rooms, I am going to drag his ass down to the basement...” Jalie stated.

“Fair enough.” Seth agreed. “Now, let’s figure out the living arrangements...”

“Carmen can have the spare bedroom. Cody can share with Jay.” Jalie said.

“Makes sense, he has bunk beds...” Seth said.

“Not because of that.” Jalie quickly stated. “I have ways to make him talk if need be...” Seth nodded understandingly. “And to make sure he doesn’t limp his ass into her room either, Brosco is going to be sleeping outside of Carmen’s room. So if Cody makes any attempt, Brosco will rip his dick off. Then I wouldn’t have to worry...” Jalie said, smiling. The doorbell rang. Jalie let out a small sigh and Seth went to answer the door.

“Hello.” he greeted. Carmen helped Cody in the door.

“Hey man” Cody said, with a very weak voice. “Dude, you got to help me get ready for my match. That means you and Jalie get to watch me in pain.” Cody half-grinned. Carmen looked a little pissed with Cody’s last remarks."

“The doctor says you are only thirty percent Cody.” Carmen warned.

“It’s not the first time I’ve walked into my suicide. And it’s not the first time I will do the impossible.” Cody stated. Seth looks at Cody for the first time as all is quiet. Cody's chest was big with tape, and his face was a mess. Seth helped Carmen with him and the two drug him to the kitchen. They set Carson in a chair and went to get the bags. Jalie looked him up and down.

“Hi Jalie.” Cody said as he smiled weakly.

“Hey little man. Hard to believe you won the match, huh?” Jalie laughed.

“No shit.” Cody agreed “Looking at me, you’d hate to see what Jarvo looks like.”

“Yeah. But...” Jalie trailed off, making Cody a little nervous. “If I find out you’re fucking my sister, or if you two try to sneak into each other’s rooms while you’re here, this is nothing compared to what you’d look like when I get done with you.” Jalie finished with an evil grin.

“Damn Jalie, you’ve got me all figured out.” he said with a smile. Jalie looked a little surprised at the comment “I mean, Jesus, I so want to fuck your sister. And what better place to do it then right here in your house, where I know I would be shot several times.”

“Not shot...” Jalie told him. “Dismembered.”

Seth and Carmen came back into the kitchen. Carmen walked up behind Carson and put her hands on his shoulders, slightly massaging them. “Let’s go get set up upstairs.” She said as she kissed the top of his head. Jalie scrunched her nose.

“Ahem.” Jalie interrupted. “Carmen, you got the spare room. Cody’s bunking with Jay.”

“What!?” Cody exclaimed.

“Hey, consider yourself lucky.” Jalie told him. “I wanted to put you in the basement.” Cody looks at Seth as if to say thank you. “And to make sure you don’t go sneaking off into her room, Brosco will be sat outside the door....” Jalie noted.

“Lielee!” Carmen protested. “It’s not like we’re teenagers.”

“No, but you’re in my house. And nobody gets laid in my house unless it’s me.” Jalie grinned. Carson used the table to get up and Carmen helped him out of the kitchen. Seth sat down.

“I don’t trust him...” Jalie stated as the scene faded to black. It opened again later in the day, where Seth and Cody were sat in the living room. Cody was laying on the couch with the remote watching an episode of MXC on Spike TV while Seth was sat in the recliner half asleep. The phone rang, and Seth looked over at Cody.

“Right...” he said, reminding himself of Cody’s current immobile state. He went into the kitchen and grabbed the cordless off the wall. “Hello?” he greeted, sounding a little irritated. He made his way back into the living and flopped in the recliner.

“Uh, hello? Mr. Thomas I presume?” the person asked, oddly sounding as though they were talking in a paper bag..

“Yes.” he told them. “And no, I’m not interested in buying anything. So goodbye.”

“Wait, wait, wait!” the person protested. Seth rolled his eyes and continued to listen. My name is, uh, Bunther Goohiney. And I’m a reporter with the EWO. Cody Carson is currently residing with you, correct?” Seth let out a sigh.

“Yes, he is.” Seth told him.

“Good. I am calling to inform him that he has an interview scheduled at the Galileo Café in about twenty minutes. It would be appreciated if you could make it as well, Mr. Thomas.”

“Whatever.” Seth blurted, hanging up the phone. “You have an interview. And I’m stuck taking you. So let’s go.” Seth said un-amused. Cody burst out laughing, obviously he wasn’t paying attention to him. Seth lobbed the phone at his head.

“Ah! Mother fucker!” Cody yelled, grabbing his head. “What was that for!?”

“We have to go. Meet me in the car.” Seth ordered. He slipped his shoes on, leaving Cody to fend for him. The scene switched over to the Galileo Café. Seth walked in and Cody followed with a slight limp. They stand just inside and look around. A man with his back to them raises his arm and the two go over. The man looks up at them and they realize it’s none other than Gunther Boohiney. Dun, dun, DUN! The two immediately turn around and go to leave.

“Don’t go! I have a paper from Mr. Epic himself that requires you to have an interview with me.” he said desperately. Seth walked up to him.

“Okay. Let’s see it.” he demanded. Gunther avoided eye contact.

“Well, I don’t exactly have it with me...” he confessed. Seth snorted then walked away. Gunther dropped to his knees. “Just let me interview you. Please!” he begged. To avoid a scene, they took a seat at the table. Gunther pulled out his little black tape recorder and began.

“So Mr. Carson...” Gunther started. “How did it feel to beat Mr. Jarvis for the second time? Did it make it even better in such a dangerous environment? Should I shave my legs? Do you think you and Mr. Jarvis will cross paths again? Which is my good side?” Gunther shoved the tape recorder in Cody’s face.

“Well...” Cody stared at him blankly for a moment. “It felt pretty good beating him again. Yes it was better with that kind of match. I don’t give a fuck id you should shave your legs you fuckin’ homo. I know for damn sure Jarvis and I will meet again. I beat his ass after the match as well, this is far from over.” Cody looked Gunther up and down then out of no where slapped him. “You don't have a good side.” Gunther rubbed the side of his face then began talking again.

“What do you think about your opponents this week? Do you think they deserved to get this shot? Do I intimidate you sexually? Do you think you’ll be able to wrestle on Sunday? Should I twist and turn on the catwalk?” As Gunther finished, he put the tape recorder in Cody’s face again.

“My opponents this week...” Cody began. “Can lick my sack... And i'm glad your not one of my opponents because I imagine you would take me up on that. Every single one of then should be shot and buried so I could piss on their graves. They don't deserve anything. Especially Rayne and Heed. Its one of Epic’s many ways to try and fuck me over. As for your next question...” Cody blinked twice and shook his head. “You have the sex appeal of a Dylan Dunn, you intimidate nobody. Anyway, the doc tells me no, but I never listen to them. They’re never right. So I will wrestle on Sunday, live or die.” Cody then slapped Gunther again. “That’s the answer to the last question.” Gunther vigorously rubbed the side of his face once more. “So, is that it?” Cody confirmed.

“Yes, that’s all I have for you Mr. Carson.” Gunther told him. Seth quickly stood as Cody struggled a little. The two turned around and began to walk away. “Mr. Thomas!” Gunther shouted. “Could I get a few words with you as well? Seth stopped and lowered his head, letting out a small sigh.

“Why not...?” he reluctantly agreed. Him and Carson went and sat back down. Gunther took a second to clear his throat.

“Mr. Thomas...” he began once again. “What are your thoughts on your victory over Mr. Jarvis? What are your thoughts about being the EWO Primetime Champion? Should I wear more revealing clothing? Do you think this is the last you’ll hear from Mr. Jarvis? Could you tell if I was a transvestite? Gunther quickly shoves the recorder in Seth’s face.

“My thoughts are simple, it was what I planned to do all along. Take the last thing he had away from him. As for winning the Primetime championship, I couldn’t care less about it. It took it from Jarvis because it was the only thing he was holding onto that made him feel good about himself. I think you should wear more clothing. I highly doubt this is the last I’ll hear from him. He’s stubborn, so he’ll be back. And for the love god, never speak of that again.” Seth replied, a little out of breath. “You’re one long winded bastard...” he told Gunther. He smiled proudly.

“Why not drop the title if you’re not interested? What do you think about your opponent this week? Could I get away with wearing mascara? Will Wicked Intentions make their presence felt Sunday night? Should I get botox injections?” Gunther shot out. He waved the recorder in front of Seth’s face.

“Even though I’m not interested in the title doesn’t mean I’m just going to lose for the sake of dropping it. And I suppose I could forfeit it, but I like to think of it as a constant reminder to Jarvis that I took the last thing he had. As for Lefty, I don’t know what to think, really. Although Nick has some old rumours about him, I don’t have much to go on. Why not, queer? Of course WI is going to make their presence felt. A few certain individuals will get a reminder of just who the fuck we are. And sure, maybe you’ll have enough trouble talking that you just give up.” Seth said, slightly out of breath.

“I think that about wraps it up. It was a pleasure working...” Gunther is interrupted by Seth and Cody getting up and leaving. The scene faded out.

--Seth Thomas--

Lefty! Where are you!?

We haven’t seen you for almost two weeks, and out of nowhere you come back with a Primetime title shot. What is with the booking as of late? Heed, who I beat a week before License To Thrill for a shot at this title, is pushed for the National title. Rayne Young, who Carson has beaten twice already, is thrown in the match as well. Plus, despite the fact he lost a Gutz and Glory contendership match the week before the Pay Per View. King I can understand, even though I don’t like the creepy bastard. But unlike most people, I know how to separate business from my own pleasure. Heed and Young haven’t done shit to earn the spot, but they got it anyways. Why? Because Epic is delusional. He figures because people actually participate, they deserve something. Wrong. They deserve it when they start putting asses in the seats. Something neither one has done. And Lefty, though you were homies with Nick at one point...

I can’t say you deserve this either.

You, too, lost the Gutz and Glory contendership match before License To Thrill. And you, too, are put in a title match regardless. I understand you’re a former Gutz and Glory champion. But you successfully defended it a grand total of zero times. Winning a title doesn’t make you a champion, defending it does. And sure, you’re one of the more successful wrestlers here, but it would make a little more sense if you were coming off of a win. Maybe if Epic would get his head out Dunn’s ass, he could do a decent job. And to be honest, you are one of the very few people that I could actually get along with. You’re a funny guy. But Sunday, it’s all business. So unlike All Hollows Eve, you better have your game face on Hobo.

--Cody Carson--

Mister Jarvis, I did it again. Are you going to call me a fluke? Are you going to whine and bitch saying Seth beat you and that softened you up? You’re a big fucking baby. You make excuses for everything. Epic thought putting you against me again would benefit the business, but look what happened. I re-injured you. Ha, you fucking goof. Epic is a fucking idiot to think you could have taken me. And no one refuses a handshake from me. As you seen and felt, I am capable of anything. I hope you get better soon Jarvis, so you can climb back up and get put back down. I enjoy kicking your ass.

The king of your mom. Its Chris Heed!

Chris Heed. Heh, you know what‘s funny? Seth beats you for a shot at the Primetime title, then you get pushed for a shot against me. Last I checked. the National title is a little higher up than the Primetime. But the talk around the back is that you are out from my blood. Ha, you must have really "sucked" a lot to get this match. But I remember you from the RWA. I remember some weaknesses. Heh, I even remember your cockiness. Hell, I even respected you at one time. But times change, legends are born, as Rayne young would say. I am the only superstar in the EWO to beat Lawrence Jarvis twice. The only person to make the new World champion quiver in his boots. I am the only EWO superstar to make it past five consecutive wins. I have made it to eight and zero. And after Sunday, it’ll be nine.

Captain Jobber himself.

Ah, Mr. Young. What the fuck are you doing back in the National title fray? I mean for fuck sakes, how did you get out of a hole twelve feet deep that quick? I thought I finished your ass the last time we met. Heh, I guess you need another verbal and physical bitch slap. You have to be one pathetic man to actually think that you have a fucking chance in the match. You can't even handle me one on one, what makes you thing that you can handle two other superstars in the ring with me. Hell I know for a fucking fact that you are the first one eliminated. Beat, broken and battered as I am, I will never be too hurt to kick your ass.

Thank you, thank you very much.

Hey, what’s up King? Look man, I know you have been working to get this title shot, and hell, you're the only one in this match that deserves a shot at it. I hope you don't think, just because you are the only one that should be in this match, that I'm not going to bash the fuck out of you. I mean really man, can you expect anything less from me? Yeah King, you knew this was coming. So, here we go again. Its RWA all over again, Jeff King, Cody Carson, Chris Heed and some random jobber. Damn this seems so familiar. But you see King, in RWA you couldn't get the better of me. Now, I'm better then ever and I'm in the EWO, the National champion. I just had a Barbwire Cell match with one of the toughest son of a bitches I have ever fought. So yeah, you and Heed will get control of the match on several occasions but at the end, just like Elvis, the “king” will die. I mean you’re what, 92? Hell, you're the Ric Flair of the EWO. A 92 year old man thinking he can hang with the young people. That's what you call a sex offender. Oh, by the way, the whole mustache thing went out with Hitler. If I where you I would shave it off before some unknowing Jew runs up and shoots your ass, you idiot.

Lets start again on the King.

You should fucking die. I want to take that tie and string you up by it, then tie a cinder block to your balls and drop it, lets see how far you can stretch. King, the only thing that you are going to be doing in this match is making everyone laugh. Hell, you can't wrestle, I don't know why you signed a contract, let alone signed up for this match. But I guess it will be fun to put you into retirement early. Wait, your over sixty-five, so that would be late retirement.

Holy cripes, its Captain Jobber again.

Rayne, I really don't know why you got put in this match. Did you ask epic between breaths or something? And why even ask for a match against me, do you like getting your ass handed to you so you can go and use it as your own personal play toy? Do you like getting a verbal shit kicking then a physical one in the ring? Do you like being in a match with the greatest fucking wrestler in the EWO today? Rayne man, get it through that thick skull of yours, you can't beat me, so stop trying. I mean sure it was fun the second time around, but the third? Come on, this is turning into an obsession of getting your ass kicked. But hell kid, at least you're getting noticed. Now you’re known as Captain Jobber, who takes on the biggest name in the EWO to get a shit kicking. So I salute you.

The Heed-a-nater! Du, Du, Du, DUMB!.

Heed, I have a little experiment for you to try one day. Walk up to any EWO fan and ask them the first name that comes to mind when they think of the EWO. You know what that name will be? Not Dylan Dunn. Not Chris Heed. Not Johnny Legend or Bill Dynamite. No, that name is I, Cody Carson, the National Champion and the EWO's finest. You see Heed, unlike you, I have a life. My life is good, my life fucking rules. You think the entire world revolves around you. Guess what? It doesn't. Heed man, for real though, I feel sorry for you. I mean how are you going to explain all the shit you are going to talk or all the shit you have already said, when I kick your ass. How are you going to sit back and explain that Cody Carson at maybe fifty percent kicked you ass and lived to talk about it? You can't, so your best bet is to keep your mouth shut before I shut it for you.

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