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March 1st, 2009
12:30 p.m. It has been nearly seven months since I stepped into the squared circle. It has been seven months since I have been in the environment that played a dangerous cat and mouse game with my life. The environment gave me an adrenaline rush like I had never experienced before that hooked me. It also gave me a little bit of success that kept me coming back for more. Then like a bipolar bitch on the rag, it took it all away from me with a torn anterior cruciate ligament and medial cruciate ligament in my right knee. The torn ligaments cause me to go into a Vicodin induced hibernation that cost my girlfriend as I guess she didn't see much of a future with a guy that would just stare out in space for hours on end. It also led to my ex-wife taking away all my visitation right to my own fucking daughter as I guess she didn't want our daughter around a zoned out father. Yet with all the shit it has cost me, I still want to get back in that ring. I still want to be part of that environment. I hate to say it but I think wrestling has me pussy whipped. Though this time around it is going to be the bitch. This time it is going to be submissive to me. I will be the Chris Brown to it's Rihanna. I am going to take the success along with the adrenaline rush and the bitch is going to be grateful I took it from it. Right now the bitch has some nice gold I want around my waist in the Vendetta title. -= I =- The sun finally broke through the blinds of my bed room as I awoke rudely from my Vicodin sponsored sleep. I lay there for a moment as I then look over at the alarm clock on the night stand as the clock read 12:30 in the afternoon. This wasn't unusual since my injury. Hell maybe that is why my girlfriend left me. I know she said something about not wanting to be with a guy that just ignored her ,but I'm not totally sure as I wasn't really paying attention to her. Anyway I decided to roll out of bed as I stretched a bit before heading to the kitchen as I was finally like Shane Clemmens as I had the munchies like a mother fucker. I made my way in front of the fridge and checked the contents as pulled out some milk and then grabs the box of Frosted Flakes that was setting on top of the fridge. I proceeded to make myself a bowl of cereal as nothing stops the munchies like a bowl of cereal. Anyway I made my way into the living room to check to see what was on the television. While I took a seat I saw that I had a missed call on my Blackberry Curve. Shit I though to myself as I saw the number was that of my ex-wife Ashley. I bet she was wanting to hit me up from some child support. The bitch has some serious e.s.p. on my money intake. She always knew when I got some and now that I had signed with the Fight One Xperience the bitch wouldn't quit badgering me for money. So as much as I didn't want to I decided to check the missed call. "Hey Gio, this is Ashley, I was letting you know that I will be stopping by this afternoon. That is if your ass is even up by then." I hated the way she was always talking down to me. If it wasn't for me the bitch would be back in bumfuck Ohio as some trailer trash's wife. Hell she wasn't always a bitch like she is now. She was once a sweet girl. I guess that was till after I cheated on her with her best friend ,but hey she shouldn't have hotter best friends. Anyway I think she has made it her mission to make my life a living hell. Though I don't understand why I keep let her come over, I mean she doesn't even let me see my fucking daughter. Though right now I guess I needed to jump in the shower and get dress and show the bitch that I have been up for a while even if I hadn't been for more than five minutes. So I shoveled in some of the cereal then stood up and made my way to the bathroom to take a shower. I entered the bathroom as I took a look at myself in the mirror. Damn I don't know why I don't fucking go out more. I mean hell look at me...I could fuck any "10" out there. Yet I remain in a haze for much of the last seven months, why!? Was I holding out hope that my ex-girlfriend would change her mind and come back? I don't know....and pretty I don't think I really much care. Or was it that I was secretly want my ex-wife back!? Whoa there.....these pain killers are making me loopy. Anyway I shook off those thoughts as I undressed and proceeded into the shower. while in the shower these questions began to pop in my head..... Will your knee hold up in the ring? Was your success just a fluke? Is the competition here better than what you were accustom to? Do you have a shot at the Vendetta Title? What the fuck am I asking? I'm fucking Giovanni Aries. I am shouldn't have to question myself. I have should turn the cold water on myself for asking such insane questions. My knee is fine. my success has followed me at whatever I did. Who the fuck cares about competition? And the Vendetta Title is going to look at home around my waist. I turned off the water as I grabbed a towel to dry off and then wrapped the towel around my waist as made my way back into the bedroom to get dress. I slipped on some jeans and a polo shirt as I then made my way back toward the living room just as I heard my doorbell ring. I got that knot in my stomach as I knew it had to be the bitch. I took a deep breath as I made my way toward the door. I opened it as there was Ashley who just had a cold stare toward me. I guess anyway bit of happiness I gave her had long went away. She stormed in as the bitch showed no manners by allowing me to invite her in. "So what brings you here?" Like I had to ask. I knew she wanted money. The bitch has done nothing but live off my money. I don't think the bitch has ever worked a day in her life. I guess I should have heeded Kanye West's word about a gold digger cause I think I found the cream of the crop. Ashley just looked at me for a minute before answering. "Your daughter needs money for a day care." Why I thought to myself. The bitch doesn't work, I mean what point is it to pay someone to look after your kid? I mean how fucking hard is it to watch our damn daughter? "Why?" Ashley looked at me as if I had asked the dumbest question ever asked in history of the world. Ashley just shook her head in disgust as I had to fight back the urge to pull a Ike Turner and put a bitch back in her place. I chose not as I didn't want to start out the first week in Fight One Xperience having to fight a domestic abuse charge. Anyway Ashley then looked up and answered my question. "Our daughter needs to develop social skills." Social skills? The girls is just three years old. What kind of social skills will she get at a day care? How to not pee her pants in public. As I was going to tell Ashley how stupid I thought it was, I decided to avoid the conflict as I just sighed at began to reach for my wallet. I mean after all it was for my daughter. "How much do you need." I mean it shouldn't be more than three hundred dollars a month. Right? Anyway Ashley reached in her purse as she pulled out a piece of paper. " Eight thousand two hundred and twenty-eight dollars." Say what? What kind of fucking day care was this? They better fucking make her shit gold at this school. I just stood there dumbfounded at the amount that Ashley wanted from me. I finally closed my mouth as I began to rub my brow. "You want how much? What kind of day care is this?" Ashley looked at me as she gave a smirk as to say she knew I would say that ,but who could blame me? That was way to much for a damn day care. Ashley laughed a bit as she looked at me. "I knew you wouldn't do this. I bet if it was some pain killer you pay an arm and a leg for it. Though don't worry about giving your daughter the best." God Damn women how do you always turn shit on me. The bitch could always make me look like the bad guy. Hell she did it in court to get my visitation rights taken away. Then again showing up to court fucking high as a kite probably didn't help my case. Though that isn't the point, the point is that eight thousand dollars is way too much for a fucking day care. "Well maybe if you hadn't of taken away my visitation rights, then I would be more incline to give her the best. Who says you aren't using the money on yourself...say like plastic surgery." Heh that told the bitch as I tried to look at her ass. Ashley looked at me as her eyes could burn a hole right through me. She was too angry to speak for a moment as finally after taking few deep breath she replied to my statement. "Maybe if her father wasn't strung out on pain killers, then maybe I wouldn't be scared to leave her in your care. And by the way I don't need any plastic surgery." Fuck that bitch, but I have to agree with her on one point, she still is fine as china. Yet I wasn't going to give her that. "Yeah tell that to your drooping ass back there. By the way I'm not fucking strung out on pain killers anymore." Take that cunt. I got a little bit in Ashley's head as I caught her checking out her fine ass in the mirror. Ashley then looked down as she saw the prescription bottle as fuck beans is all I could think. Ashley then looks at me with that I caught you type look. "Yeah you are not strung out on pain killers. How many refills is this for you? You are a pathetic little prick ,but you know what you can be just like your father....never there for your kid" I could feel my blood pressure rising as I felt my fist start to close. Ashley didn't know that she was about to push me over the top. I could feel my face get red as I look down to the ground for a minute. I finally regain my composure as I wanted to deck the bitch right then and there. " Fuck you, wait never mind don't then I will have pay for your services. I mean really Ashley you are nothing more than a whore just like your mother." I touched a nerve with that last statement as her mother was actually a hooker for a short time. I mean Ashley came from a poor single parent family and her mother had to do anything to get by. Ashley though didn't regain the composure that I didn't just a minute early as Ashley slapped me across the face. I rubbed my face a second. "Fuck you Gio. I don't need your money." Good then quit fucking bothering me for it. "Good then leave." Ashley knew that she needed my money. I mean the only thing she knew was gold digging and what rich guy would want a young wife that has a daughter? "But Gio, this isn't about me....it is about your daughter." Ah good backtracking right there Ashley. Yeah let's make is about our daughter. That is the only way you are going to keep getting money from me. So go ahead keep milking that cash cow for as long as you can. "Fine. Take your fucking money." I had enough of her bullshit. It seems every time she comes over here we do the same routine. We fight and insult each other, then I end up giving her money. You know this is a really shitty arrangement for me. Anyway I picked up the checkbook that was laying on the coffee table as I proceeded to write Ashley the check. I tore the check out of the book and began to hand her the check as I pulled back a moment. "This check is for my daughter and my daughter only." Ashley snatched the check out of my hand as she rolled her eyes at me. I wanted to make it a pain in the ass for her to ask me for money. I guess that was why I was such a dick to her. She put the check in her purse as she looked back up at me. "Go to hell" I smirked as I knew the perfect response to her statement. "Been there when we were married." I couldn't resist giving her one last poke before she left. She walked past me as she started toward the door. Finally I could have some peace after she left. I mean really I think she is one of the main reasons I stay on pain killers. It numbs out her fucking nagging. Hell I thought that would stop when we got a divorce ,but fuck if I was wrong. Anyway Ashley finally left with a thank you or a bye ,but then again we never part ways on good terms. Yet that wasn't any worry for me as I needed to focus more on my first match in the Fight One Xperience....an open invitational for the Vendetta Title. So I knew it was time to get down to business. |