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-= IV =- March 16th, 2009
7:47 p.m. .This Vendetta title symbolizes more than that I am one of the best in the F1x. Rather it symbolizes the point in time where I stop my downward spiral in life and made a 180 . This title was the catalyst to regaining my old form. The form in which I was the brightest rising star in the federation. Well it looks like I have reclaimed that position quickly. Yet the Vendetta title did more than just reclaim a spot for in the F1X. It also gave me my fucking confidence back. Now I was the one getting to my ex-wife rather it being the other way around. It also brought me luck when I met Natasha. It seemed that Nastasha may be more than a one night stand for me. In other words I don't plan on getting rid of this Vendetta title anytime soon and that is a fucking promise. -= To One Night Stand Or Not To One Night Stand =- It had been a week or so now since I had met Natasha at the club and I couldn't stop thinking about her. I mean what the fuck was wrong with me? Why was I obsessing over a one night stand like this was my first time? After all she was just another piece of ass that I had conquered. What am I saying? Nastasha was different. She was just some dumb club groupie high on ecstasy that was reading to fuck. She was different. She had substance, she had intelligence and most of all she wasn't a gold digging bitch like my ex-wife. So why not see where things go? Then again relationships were basically the only the thing I never been successful at. It seemed every relationship soured on me. I just couldn't make up my mind. I sat on my couch as I stared at my blackberry with Nastasha's number displaying on the screen as my mind waged a war if I should make the effort and call her or just let it go. It had been like this for the last week as I couldn't believe a fucking woman could make me this way. I knew this could be something special ,but this again could be another chance for me to fail at another relationship. Just then my waging war in my mind was interrupted by the sound of the door bell. I laid down my phone on the coffee table as I stood up and went to the door. I opened the door as it was Tyrone Nix standing in front of me. He slapped my hand and gave me a quick hug with a pat on the back. I let him in as he took a seat on the other end of the couch. "Hey man, I guess you had a good time at the club. You never came back." Tyrone Nix flashed his white teeth with a smile as he knew I had hooked up with Natasha. I gave him a sly smirk as a yes response to his question about the trip to the club. "Yeah, how did things turn out for you?" I asked as if I didn't already know the answer. I think Tyrone was better at getting one night stands with tens than he was at playing football. Tyrone gave me a big grin as he must have had a good night too. "I hit the jackpot with these two freak-a-leaks with some nice dumpers on them. These bitches were fucking ready to go all night." Tyrone shook his head as he thought back to last weekends bedroom adventure with these two chicks. "So you want to hit the clubs again this week. I mean hell look it brought you good luck in your title match last week. Why not keep with the routine." I hesitated a moment as I didn't know. I glance down at my phone as I saw the picture of Nastasha in the bed as her phone contact. Tyrone noticed me looking at my phone as he looked down too. He looked back up at me. "Aww hell naw, man what are you doing? You remember our rules club girls are for only one night stands only." Tyrone didn't know that Nastasha wasn't a club girl. I just shook my head as I looked at Tyrone Nix as he shook his head thinking I was trying to hook up with the same club girl. "Dude Natasha isn't just another club girl, Ty. She actually has some substance to her." I pleaded my case to Ty as I didn't want to appear as some love sick puppy to him. I mean I knew our rules about the club. Yet this one case was the exception to the rules. "Was she at the club?" Ty asked me plainly. "Yeah". I responded to him. "Then she's a club girl. Simple as that." I wished it was simple as that. Then again I think Ty has came to the conclusion that he is going to be a bachelor for life. He was content to go one--one night stand to the next one night stand. That may work for him ,but it didn't for me. "Dude she isn't a club girl. The only reason that she was there was because her dad owns LAX." I pleaded as this conversation was making the waging war going on in mind more one sided. I mean I was defending her to Ty. If she wasn't worth it then I would have agreed with him already instead of putting up this resistance. "Iight man, I guess there is no way of changing your mind as you have it apparently made up." I guess Ty finally just got tired of trying to tell me not to hook up with a club girl. I mean to guy was just looking out for my best interest. "So called her up yet?" I shook my head no as I still didn't know if I wanted to put in the effort and see it fail once again. I guess I knew how Rayn felt now. Ty looked at me and just shook his head in disgust as he let out a little bit of a laugh towards to me. "I swear you defend this chick and now you still haven't called her? Dude you are screwed up when it comes to relationships." Ty was right. I had never been good at relationships. I had always cheated on them, ignored them, or treated them like shit. Then again most of the women I was in a relationship with weren't the strong willed type. They would let me run over them. "I know that is why I don't know if I want to call her." I explained to Ty as he just gave me a serious look. He bent down picked up my blackberry and gave it to me. "Dude fucking call her already. If it fucks up, it fucks up, but at least you would have nailed that nice piece of ass a couple more times." I guess Ty had a point. I should just fucking let it flow. If it works-- it works. If it doesn't fuck it. "Alright." Man I really needed to get this over with cause I was starting to come off as some fucking pussy whipped bitch. You know kind of like Shane Clemmens is with that Hot Topic manager errrr Bronwen O'Connor. Anyway I looked down at my Blackberry and pressed the green send button. I put it up my ear as I hear two rings then an answer. While Tyrone Nix went to my liquor cabinet to fix himself a drink. "Hello?" She said as for some fucking reason I had butterflies in my stomach. It must have been the Alfredo I ate earlier tonight or at least that is what I was hoping it was. I never wanted to be the whipped one in the relationship. "Hey Natasha, it's Gio. How have things been?" God that was fucking corny and generic as hell. How could I been so fucking great with words when it came to ripping my opponent apart, and when I talk to Natasha so damn generic and predictable, you know like Trey Stylez. "Oh Gio. Hey I've been good. I'm glad you called. So I take it you were taking the one week wait approach before calling me?" Well at least she was glad I called. That is a start. Yet she seemed a little upset that it took me so long to call her as I took that last statement as a sarcastic remark. "Yeah sorry about that. I've just been busy with travel and my wrestling match." Yeah I know that was a lame excuse ,but it was the best I could think of on the spur of the moment. "Did you win your match?" She asked as trying to be polite. I knew she wasn't much into wrestling judging by her comments last weekend. "Yeah I won it ,of course." I couldn't help to be a little bit arrogant as I smirk for some reason knowing that she couldn't see it through the phone. "That's good. I'm happy for you." Okay enough of this fucking small talk as we could do this on the date. I had to ask her on the date as that was the primary reason for calling her. "Thanks, anyway the reason I was calling is to see if you wanted to grab a bit to eat tomorrow night at Dolce." I asked her as I knew I could get an reservation at the last minute. My father and the owner went way back. "Dolce's? Wow isn't that almost impossible to get in? I could tell she was impressed a little bit with the mention of Dolce. She better be grateful I don't think I had taken many women to Dolce much less for the first date. Yet this time I around I wanted to start out on the right foot. Plus I knew Natasha wasn't out for my money like the other women. "Yeah, I got my connections. So is that a yes?" I remarked toward Natasha waiting for the confirmation of the date from her. "Uh yes." I let out a smile knowing that she could see it. I looked up as Tyrone finished his crown and coke tipped his glass to me as he figured the answer was a yes by my facial expression. "Great I will pick you around 8 o'clock." I figured that would be enough time to get ready from her busy day as a lawyer. "Sounds like a plan. Can't wait to see you." She replied. I was starting to get the feeling that she was feeling me the way I was feeling her. Maybe this one night stand may turn out to be something more meaningful. "Me either, see you then." With that I ended the call as I was looking forward to tomorrow night almost more than I was looking forward to my first pay per view in the F1X. I laid down the phone as I looked up at Tyrone Nix. "Dude Dolce for a first date?" I nodded my head. I knew Tyrone was thinking I was crazy for taking her to Dolce on a first date ,but this was my life. Anyway Tyrone was a cheapskate anyway. He would probably had took her to Burger King and split the meal. "I figured I would make a good first impression." I explained to Tyrone as he looked at me. He then had a smirk on his face as if he had something clever to say. "Didn't you make a good one in her bedroom." He let out a laugh as I smirked at the comment. I mean yeah I am sure I left her satisfied in the bedroom. "Fuck yeah I did ,but I meant more a formal first impression." I finished saying that as the phone began to ring again. I picked up the phone without checking the caller ID. "Yeah." I said thinking Natasha called me back as if she needed something. "Hey Gio." FUCK! I thought as of course it was my ex-wife It was like the bitch sensed every time I had something good happen to me. "Yes Ashley" I figured she wanted to continue the fight we had from last week or some stupid shit like that. I mean that was all we did when we saw each other. "I need to ask you a favor." What the fuck I thought. She actually expects me do a fucking favor for her after what she has put me through the last year or so? I mean she must be fucking drunk or something to actually believe that I would ever life a finger to help her. "It has to do with our daughter Ariel" Wait what? She now wants me to do a favor for my daughter. The same daughter that I have no visitation rights too. The same daughter I have barely seen. Yet now she expects me to do her a favor. Does she need more money? "I need you to watch Ariel tomorrow night.." Of fucking course. She would have to do this. I would have to choose between my daughter or Natasha. That fucking bitch. "I thought I don't have any rights to see my daughter." I mean she is the one that went the court to get full custody of my daughter. She should have to lay in the fucking bed that she made. "You want to fucking see your daughter or not?" I mean the answer is yes. She is my daughter after all ,but why would Ashley have to decide now to change the rules. "Yes, but then again that is if it is convenient for you. I mean really why can't you get someone else to keep her for the night." I could feel my blood pressure start to rise. "What do you have to do that is more fucking important than spend time with your daughter? You got some date with some bimbo?" Fuck that bitch is all that came to mind. "No, bring her over." What the fuck was I saying? What about my date with Natasha. I mean I couldn't certainly show up with my daughter to our first date. I figure that would be a deal breaker. Yet here I was agreeing to keep my daughter on a one time basis. "I will be there in the morning. That is if you are not still in a vicodin coma." The bitch knew how to throw stinging jabs at me. "I will be up you fucking gold digging bitch." I ended the call as I looked at Tyrone who looked on in confusion. He finally spoke up. "What was all that about?" He knew it was Ashley that I was talking to just going by the whole tone of the conversation or should I say fight. "Well I guess I am keeping my daughter tomorrow." I said as I felt a mixture of excited and disappointment. Tyrone looked at me and shook his head. "So you going to cancel your date with Natasha?" I couldn't. I mean I figured I could find a way to do both ,but I just had to figure it out. "Fuck no, that bitch isn't going to ruin my good time." I still had some anger in my tone as I was trying to settle down from the phone call. "Say Tyrone...." I said as Tyrone interrupted me as he knew what I was going to ask. "I don't do rugrats man." I nodded as I knew it wasn't Tyrone's problem. "I just thought I would try." I explained as Tyrone starting walking toward the door as I stood up and walks with him as I still tried figuring out a solution to my problem. "Well man I'm going to run, I will catch ya later." Tyrone said as he opened the door to leave my penthouse. I nodded to acknowledge his leaving. "Alright man, catch you later." I said as Tyrone closed the door behind him. I returned to the couch trying to figure out what I was going to do about tomorrow and also trying to focus in on my triple threat Vendetta title match at the upcoming pay per view. I knew it was time to get..... |