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The Reflection of Perfection
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Novemeber 7th 2010
Roll the Dice
Goodfellas Arena
Las Vegas, Nevada



Everything that I had worked for up to this point, has come to this.

Would I be able to make the impact that I thought I would?

Did anyone even care for Cody Williams?

As I stood in the center of the ring waiting for the arena lights to turn on, my heart began to pound harder and harder at a never ending crescendo. As I wait for my cue to go, I could hear Bobby Dean and Roscoe Shame wondering what the fuck was going on.

You Have no idea...

Lights on.

The arena echoed with a thunderous roar as the lights came back on. I stood their in admiration almost forgetting the sole reason why I was there in the first place. Roscoe Shame stared at me with a confused look on his face, completely thrown off guard.

"What the..?"

Before he could finish his sentence I delivered a swift quick to his stomach and as if it were second nature, I nailed him with Pure Perfection. I hopped back onto my feet expecting another thunderous roar, but for some reason everyone in attendance was dead silent, as if I had done something wrong.

Bobby Dean and I stood there in the center of the ring, eye to eye. Before he could even say a word I hoist him up and drop him down with a Picture Perfect.

It was then that I got the reaction that I was hoping for. But as much as I was in awe of the reception I was receiving from the Las Vegas crowd, my attention was drawn to something bigger than that, something bigger than myself..

The sVO World Heavyweight Championship

I picked it up and admired it, staring into the centerplate, with all of its glory.

It had to be mine.

I wanted it.

I would do what it takes to make sure that someday I would be its rightful owner.

Tonight was the beginning.

The beginning of a new era.

The second coming.

I'm back bitches!


November 28th 2010
Goodfellas Arena
Las Vegas, Nevada



Tonight was a good night.

On Sunday Night Showdown, "The Reflection of Perfection" Cody Williams emerged victorious in a heated battle against up and coming superstar Karma Jones. When it seemed as if the odds were stacked against him, with his former hated nemesis Nathan Paradine appointed as the special guest referee, Cody managed to beat the odds and defeat Karma Jones. Some may see it is an upset victory, but to Cody it was a hard fought and well deserved pinfall.

There is no denying the fact that Cody Williams is one of the greatest wrestler's of this era, and to say he is on his way to the top is an understatement. He walked into Showdown to prove a point. He wanted to show the wrestling world that he wasn't a victim of ring rust, that he wasn't a washed hasbeen. He stepped into the ring to show Karma Jones, Nathan Paradine, and the entire world that he is a big time player, and he has come to play!

"Are you?.." a voice asked.

Cody Williams turned around, raising an eyebrow, curious to see who was there.

"Are you Cody Williams?" the voice asked once more.

"Hehe," Cody chuckled, "Yes I am!"

After emerging triumphant against Karma Jones, Cody found himself at the Goodfellas Ultra Lounge, located inside the Goodfellas arena. Cody sat in the VIP area, roped off only for Cody and his selected guests, complete with a security guard to regulate visitors and verify attendance.

Cody raised his glass of Hennessey XO cognac to his mouth and took a sip from it, "What can I do for you?"

"I just.."

The young man leaned forward past the velvet rope and the security guard immediately sprung into action, placing his massive lunch box sized hands on his chest, pushing him away.

"Whoa, whoa, it's okay, take it easy. He's not causing any harm," Cody butted in. The security guard looked at cody and then at the young man and removed his hand from his chest.

The young man took a step forward while maintaining eye contact with the security guard, "I just wanted to say that I am a big fan of yours. I have been following your career ever since I saw you wrestle back in 2002."

"Wow, well thank you. I really appreciate it" Cody replied.

"I was at Roll the Dice and my jaw dropped when I saw you in the middle of the ring. I didn't see it coming!"

"Well, I try to keep the element of surprise when it comes to me debuting with a company."

The young man reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a piece of paper and a black permanent marker. He reaches over the velvet rope and extends his arms towards Cody Williams direction, a big smile on his face, "It wouldn't be too much to ask for an autograph would it?"

Cody waved his hand, motioning for the piece of paper, "No of course not, of course i'll sign! Who should I make this out to?"

"Mark," he replied.

Cody looked up, "Mark? Well, okay. To Mark, Don't stop Beliving, signed.. Cody.. Williams! There you go!" He passed the piece of paper back to Mark and stood up onto his feet. He extended his hand to Mark and shook his hand, patting him on the back as well. "Thank you for your continued support, go to the bar and have a drink on me, tell them I sent you?"

"Awesome, thanks Cody I appreciate it!"

Cody watched Mark walk over to the bar. The bartender looked in Cody's direction as the young fan pointed over towards Cody. Cody made eye contact with the bartender and waved his hand, pointing towards himself signaling that it is on him. A smile filled Cody's face as he began to back up towards his seat.

"What the?" Cody suddenly bumped into someone, leaving a wonderous look on his face. He turned around to see his paid security guard standing there with his arms crossed. "Yes?"

The security guard dropped his arms to his sides, "There's a Cheryl here, she said she has an appointment with you?"

"Ahh yes, Cheryl, tell her to meet me outside." Cody reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a wad of one hudnred dollar bills, he folded them neatly and placed them into the coat pocket of the security guard, "Thanks for the good work."

Cody picked up his glass from the table and raised it to his mouth, finishing its contents. He wiped his mouth with a napkin and tossed it onto the table.


November 28th 2010
Goodfellas Arena
Business Center
Las Vegas, Nevada



"Thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule to meet with me.."

Cody sat there in a leather reclining chair, sitting across from Cheryl Barnes a reporter with ProWrestling.org, a professional wrestling online newsletter. Cheryl sat there, wearing a black pinstripe skirt, white button up shirt, and a matching pinstripe jacket. Cody looked her up and down and nodded his head in approval. The alcohol in his system was beignning to take control of his thoughts and actions, but he tried to calm himself down, wanting to be as professional as possible. But with a hot piece of ass like that sitting across from him, he had to maintain control.

"No, thank you for wanting to interview me," he replied.

"Next week on Showdown you have a match against Karma Jones and James Von Drake with Nathan Paradine as your tag team partner. Do you think having Paradine as your partner will be a factor in your upcoming matchup?"

Cody's eyes wandered to her lips, her tongue extending from her mouth and licking her lips in a circling motion to maintain its moisture. Cody williams stared at her lips and began to think of all the naughty things he wanted to do with her, and how he wanted to take advantage of her right then and there. His eyes then began to wander down to her shirt, where the top two buttons of her shirt were undone, exposing her vuluptuous breasts. Her breasts were bursting out of the seams of her shirt, as if they were telling Cody that they wanted to come out and play.

"Cody? Ahem, Cody?!"


SNAP OUT OF IT!


Cody shook his head quickly, blinking his eyes in an attempt to snap out of the trance Cheryl put him in, "I'm sorry.. What was the question?"

Cheryl looked at Cody with a look of disappointment and reiterated her question, "Do you think Paradine will be a factor in your tag team match against James Von Drake and Karma Jones?"

"No, I don't think he will be a factor and here's why. Nathan Paradine and I may have had our differences in the past and we may not have seen eye to eye for as long as I can remember. But we respect each other, as performers, as individuals.. And I know that he can get the job done. So having him in my corner this Sunday shouldn't and will not be an issue because I will not allow him to be, I will make sure that he does what he needs to do, and I in turn will do what I need to do."

"What about your matchup tonight, you accidentally kicked Nathan Paradine during your bout with Karma Jones. Do you think Paradine will hold that against you by any chance?"

Cody chuckled, "I don't think Paradine will hold that against me because it was accident. I didn't intentionally kick him in the face and he knows that. He was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, that's all it was."

Cheryl looked down at her pocket notebook and began to pen through her list of questions. Cody on the other hand began to slowly scan her from head to toe, his eyes becoming fixated with her legs. Her legs were crossed, her right foot slowly swaying back and forth. He stared at her soft, bronzed legs so hard he could probably stare right through them. She uncrossed her legs and unveiled her white lace underwear.

"Oh my God..." Cody muttered under his breath.

"Excuse me?" Cheryl asked.

"Uhh, uhh, nothing."

A look of confusion filled the face of Cheryl but she shook it off, "Do you hold some kind of grudge against James Von Drake? A few weeks ago, you attacked him in the middle of the ring, do you have some sort of vendetta against him?"

"The only thing I have against James Von Drake is his fascination with the color pink. Other than that, I have nothing against him at all. The reason why I attacked him a few weeks ago on Showdown was because I was trying to make my mark in the Sanctioned Violence Organization. Anderson told me that I had to wait in line for my shot at the Heavyweight championship, so I am. But in the process of earning my shot at the sVo Heavyweight Champion I plan on acquiring every single championship on the way there, and it starts with the Las Vegas championship... Which James Von Drake holds. Nathan Paradine and Karma Jones may have earned that number one contendership, but with each passing week I am showing, and I am proving that I deserve that shot just as much as they do!!!"

Cheryl nods her head in agreeance, "What about Karma Jones?"

"Karma Jones is nothing but a big ol' bully.. He has been a bully ever since he stepped foot in a sVo ring and I am taking a stand to put him in his place. Tonight, I told him to put his money where his mouth was and he couldn't deliver. I defeated him in the middle of the ring fair and square, with Paradine making the three count. Karma Jones needs to realize that if he wants to make an impact he needs to do it the right way, because the way he has been going about is totally wrong. But next week he has the chance to redeem himself, should he defeat Paradine and Myself. But quite frankly, I don't see that happening!"

Cody stares acrosss at Cheryl, who begins to look Cody Williams up and down, biting her bottom lip. She reaches back and begins to undo her bun, letting her hair fall down freely, shaking her head to let it naturally untangle. She runs her fingers through her hair as Cody looks un confused, but enjoying what he is seeing.

"Wait, what's going on here?" Cody questions.

Cheryl smirks, and lets out a small giggle, "You want me don't you?"

"Wait... What?"

"I know you want me Cody!"

Cheryl takes her coat off and stands up from her chair, releasing the coat and letting it crumble on the floor. She takes a few steps towards Cody and places her hands on his thighs. She leans forward towards him and licks the outer edge of his ear as she whispers into his ear, "You want me Cody, and I want you too.."

"Surely you can't be serious!" Cody manages to mutter, as he firmly grasps the arm rests of the chair.

"I am serious, and my name isn't Shirley!" Cheryl rips off her blouse, to expose her white lace bra, her breasts barely being contained. She wraps her arms around Cody's neck and grasps his hair as she begins to slowly kiss the side of his neck.


BEEP!!!
BEEP!!!
BEEP!!!



Cody sits up in his hotel bedroom, grasping his hair with his hands. He looks to his side to see his alarm clock going off. He then turns to his side to see the other side of the bed empty. He takes a deep breath and lifts the covers off of himself as he makes his way towards the bathroom. He turns on a light, the brightness causing him to squint his eyes as he slowly becomes accustomed to the light. Turning on the faucet he splashes water onto his face and stares at the reflection of himself in the mirror.

"Man," He said, "I got to slow down on the drinking..."

Edited by Perfection, Dec 5 2010, 03:13 AM.
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