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The Reflection of Perfection
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OOC: I wrote this on my iPhone, I apologize lol.

16 January 2011
Goodfellas Arena
Las Vegas, NV



This time it wasn't a nightmare.

This was very much real.

I looked up at the arena lights as they flickered, giving the impression of being further and then suddenly closer than they actually were as I began slowly fading in and out of consciousness. I tried lifting my head up off of the canvas but to no avail, it felt as if the weight of my head had increased ten fold making it almost impossible for me to lift it more than a few inches off of the mat. From the corner of my eye I could see a black and white figure slowly makes its way towards me. The figure unbeknownst to me placed its hand on my shoulder and gently cradled my head, waving his arm down towards the entrance ramp.

"It's okay Cody, help is on the way," the figure said.

Miraculously I managed to turn my head to my side towards the unknown figure and tried to make out who it was. I blinked my eyes several times in an attempt to refocus my eyes. After several feeble attempts at trying to reveal the man behind the black and white figure, I started to see much more clearly than before. Images of a referee started to fade in and out in front of me and I had figured out that the figure was the referee.

I opened my mouth and struggled to even mutter a few words, "Where's my TapOut championship?"

I frantically looked around looking for my TapOut championship as medical personnel began to pour into the ring with their medical kits and equipment. One of the Paramedics took out a neck brace from her bag and slowly wrapped it around my neck, as to not further injure me. I glanced back over to the referee who just sat there shaking his head.

"There's no TapOut championship Cody, you lost it.. To Nightmare." he mumbled.

Confused, I wrestled away the Paramedics, ripping the neckbrace off in the process. I stumbled backwards into the ring ropes, my legs almost collapsing underneath me but I was able to grab hold of the top rope and use it to support my weight. I extended my arm out towards the referee and grabbed him by his shirt collar and pulled him in towards me.

"Tell me again. I.. I.. Lost, to Nightmare?"

The referee raised his hands up in the air, "Yes Cody, you lost the belt. Colt Cooper came out and hit you with his International championship, and then DJ came out and hit you with a splash. Nightmare then used their help for his own benefit and made you tap out.."

I released my hold on the innocent referee and raised my left hand up to my forehead, feeling for a bruise, a bump, a cut, something. I felt a small cut above my brow bone and winced in pain, I lowered my hand in front of me and saw that it was covered in a mixture of fresh and dried up blood. My face went from being shocked to one that resembled a lost child, a lost dog, someone who didn't know what to do next. The Paramedics approached me with their stupid little neckbrace and begged me to let them do their job. I shook my head slowly, denying them the opportunity to stabilize me, and I dropped to the mat and rolled out of the ring. Running my hands through my hair I was frustrated with losing the TapOut championship, a belt that I had hoped would catapult me back into the spotlight. Making my way up the rampway towards the entrance curtains I placed my hands on my hips and suddenly I felt some sort of relief from it all.

I was no longer TapOut champion.

No more 24/7 rule.

No more having to look over my shoulder everywhere I go.

I once thought that having the belt was a blessing, but this might possibly be a blessing in disguise.


20 January 2011
Goodfellas Casino
Las Vegas, NV[/color][/b]


Gambling.

America's new favorite past time.

No longer is it going to catch a Baseball game, instead it's an appetite, a hunger for money.

Everything is powered the power of the almighty dollar. When you gamble you have the opportunity to win it all and win big, but the odds are definitely stacked against you and you are more likely to lose everything and walk away with nothing. The Las Vegas gambling business has turned into a multi-billion dollar industry, millions of people coming from all over the world flocking to one place like a flock of seagulls in hopes of striking it rich and winning the big one. They are willing to risk it all in order to have that one big payoff. Even the internet has taken notice to the ever increasing poularity and took advantage of it and created a multi-billion dollar industry in online gambling. The fact of the matter is that nowadays people are willing to do anything and everything to receive that big payoff, they are willing to risk it all to gain it all.

Cody Williams is no different.


As I strolled through the Goodfella Casino I peered out to the masses and just soaked it all in, the sounds of slot machines chiming and dropping large amounts of money, the sound of a craps table going crazy over their new found winnings, the sound of a middle aged man going irate over losing his monthly income on a single bet. Yes, this was Vegas. I walked around the casino floor, looking for a game to bet a little money on. Several dealers made their feeble attempts at getting me to come over to their table but I decided to pass each time, giving them the obligatory hand raise signaling that I would rather not. Straight ahead of me was the roulette table, flanked by several people in business suits. Interested, I began to make my way over to the table and leaned up against the table.

"Can I get you anything?"

I turned around to see a cocktail waitress, who obviously stuffed herself into a corset that was three sizes two small, "Umm, sure, I will have a Beautiful please."

She nodded her head and smiled, "One Beautiful, sure, no problem."

"Sir?"

"Oh, yeah.." I reached into my inner coat pocket and pull out a stack of bills, bonded by a single strip of adhesive paper. I place it firmly in front of the dealer, "50,000 please," I said as I give him a wink. The bystanders standing around the table turned their attention to me and let out an audible 'oohh', all eyes were now on me.

The dealer pushed 50,000 dollars worth of chips in front of me, "50,000. Everyone place your bets."

I suddenly got the urge to make a huge gamble and put everything on the line in one single bet. Call me crazy but I just felt the urge to go ahead and do it for the hell of it.

"All on red.." I exclaimed as pushed all of my chips towards the square indicating red. Once again everyone around me looked at me as if I was crazy or something, hell I might as well be. The odds are definitely not in my favor on this venture but I had a gut feeling to go out on a whim and put everything on that one bet.

And there she went. The roulette wheel began to turn round and round, the ball nothing but a blur as it tumbled around on the wheel amongst the blurring of red and black. As the roulette wheel continued turning everyone around me clenched the table in anticipation of the roulette wheels stoppage. I on the other hand dealt with the anticipation and anxiety by standing there, calm as can be, beads of sweat dripping from my forehead and the sweat glands in my underarms going into overtime.

"RED!" The dealer said as everyone around the table jumped up and down, several hands making contact with the back of my shoulder. It took me a few seconds to realize that the slaps on the back were congratulatory and the cheering were cheers of joy for myself. I looked at the mountain of chips I had placed on red and I sharply turned my head to the roulette wheel to see that the ball had snuggly inserted itself into red 7. The dealer pushed another mountain of chips towards my bet and raised his hand to me signifying that I was the big winner at the table.

"YES!" I screamed as I threw my arms up into the air. I scooped up a handful of chips from my mound of winnings and tossed them into the air in celebration.

A hand was placed atop my shoulder and I turned around to see the cocktail waitress had come back with my drink, "Your beautiful sir."

I took the drink from her hand and placed a 100 dollar chip into the split between her breasts, "Thank you, beautiful." She looked down and retrieved the chip and her eyes glistened in the light, smiling at me as she turned around to go on her way.

I placed my drink into the cup holder on the side of the table and I waved my arms at the table in an attempt to get their attention, "Everyone, you have all been great. While winning this bet has resulted in a huge payoff, I would like to share it with all of you. Sir, I would like to step away from the table and have my winnings split amongst everyone here at the table. Enjoy your night everyone!"

I picked up my drink from the table and began to make my way away from the table, but not before shaking hands with the patrons at the table and being on the receiving end of pats on the shoulder from people whom were watching from the sides.


My TapOut Championship...

Gone.

But at what cost?

Earlier in the night at Sunday Night Showdown, Nathan Paradine and I were discussing the formation of our new alliance when a few words from his mouth reminded me of something that had not crossed my mind for over two years. He said that I was a FORMER International Champion and in an instant a lightbulb turned on in my head and I reminded myself that after losing the belt I was never afforded the opportunity to use a rematch clause in an attempt to regain the championship. A championship belt that I cherished, that I held to the highest standard, hoping to make it just as important as the sVo Heavyweight championship. A belt that is currently being held by "Star Studded" Colt Cooper.

Colt Cooper and I had done battle the week prior and we wrestled one hell of a match, I will give him that much. But when I was in there in the ring with him and even afterwards after I had been declared the victor of the match up I felt as if I was back at the top of my game and that anything was still indeed possible. So when I was on that high, I managed to pull myself together and make it known that I was coming after the championship that he holds and disgraces each and every night he walks out with it.

When I ran in during Colt's title defense against DJ, I could have easily allowed Colt to retain his belt or help DJ claim the belt as his own but instead I decided to up the odds and raise the stakes by letting it be a three way match at Destiny. A small part of me felt sorry for DJ having to use his own hard earned money to purchase his championship but I consider what I did at Showdown a favor, allowing him a second chance to become the International Champion.

I may have an International championship shot in the near future but at what cost.

But DJ seems to have looked at it from a different perspective, from a different point of view. After Colt Cooper decided to interject himself during my match against Nightmare and hit me with his title belt, making my own blood flow from my face in the process, DJ took it upon himself to hit me with a frog splash rendering my helpless. As I lay there battered, bruised, and beaten, Nightmare took complete advantage of the opportunity and secured the victory and my TapOut championship.

My quest to regain the International championship had inadvertantly cost me the TapOut championship.

While I could certainly continue looking forward, looking forward to the pay per view which comes in just a couple of more weeks I have this weeks event and the mystery that comes with it lying in front of me. This week's Showdown comes to the roster members in the form of Roulette Week, the identity of our opponents and the details of what our match entails in unknown to everyone except the bookers themselves. No one will know what kind of match they are booked in and even the matches and stipulations will be drawn completely at random. All championship titles have the possibility of being defended. The mystery of knowing that you could face anyone that is currently on the roster is quite exciting.

Whomever my opponent may be, I look forward to the competition and look to put on the best match possible. I could possibly face a new, up and coming roster member looking to make an impact in their new found organization. I could possibly face a current champion, I could possibly get the World title shot that I have been looking, longing, dreaming for. I could even possibly be put in a tag team match that tests the teaming capabilities of myself and my parter Nathan Paradine. There are many possibilities and different ways in which I could be booked and while some may cower and curl themselves up, scared of what may be ahead of them, I on the other hand invite it with open arms.

Roulette Week...

Bring it on.






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