I had my first match in the XWF a week ago. I wouldn't call it a complete failure but I could have done a hell of a lot better. It was the Last chance battle royal, and the ironic thing was, my tag partner for my next match. It was the very man who eliminated me in that battle royal. Did it make me upset that I was teaming with the man know as Damiem Callaway? No, not at all. Why would it? He on the other hand doesn't seem thrilled to me teaming with me, I don't know why but I don't really care as well. I was here in the XWF to make my wrestling career take off and go to places where my father's never did. Now I'm not saying I'm going to be better than my father, I don't want to fit his shoes nor have his career. When I got out of the Marines I got right into wrestling, from day one I have had high expectations from everyone, even my own father. If anyone could understand, it was Damiem Callaway. His father was Mark Callaway, everyone in the wrestling world known him as The Undertaker. I called him uncle Mark. No, it wasn't easy being the kid of a high end wrestler, but just because our fathers were who they were, doesn't mean that I nor Damiem would let that stop us from making our own path in this business.







I was sitting in my car in the parking lot of The Longhorn. I won't lie, I was kind of worried going in there. Mama Joe had said she was going to kick my ass if I didn't win the battle royal. I sighed before taking a drag from my cigarette. Yes I smoke from time to time. Not like Michael McBride or Griffin MacAlister, those guys were chain smokers to the max, but I did enjoy smoking a cigarette, just something about smoking always calmed me down. I started to smoke while I was in the Marines, being shot at or I.E.Ds going off will do that to you. I picked up smoking while some others, drank or used drugs. Shockingly you could get drugs over in Iraq if you knew where to look. I finished my cigarette and flicked out my car's window.



I got out of my car, locked it and went on my way to the Longhorn. I stopped out the front door and took a deep breath before opening it and making my way inside. The bar was packed as always, I looked around to see if Ava was working. I didn't see her. Damn. Well I hope I get to see her if she's here. Okay well, let's see if I'm getting my ass kicked tonight. I walked straight to the bar and sat down. Mama Joe wasn't there, in fact there wasn't a bartender there at all. What the fuck?





???:"GUNNER!!!"



As soon as I heard my name, Mama Joe popped up from behind the bar. I freaked out and fell off the bar stool and down to the wooden floor. Ouch, my ass, fuck my ass. That hurt like a mother fucker.



Gunner:"Dammit Mama Joe, you had to do that didn't you?"



Mama Joe:"Of course, so now I don't have to kick your ass, the wooden floor did that job for me. Now get up and have a beer."



I looked up at the bar and saw a opened beer waiting for me. So I got up and sat back down on the stool.



Gunner:"So, I take it you saw my match on Warfare?"



Mama Joe:"Of course we did. I have Madness and Warfare on every Monday and Wednesday here. We all saw you go over that top rope. You should grabbed his legs and flipped him over. That Damiem Callaway waited for you to charge him.



Fuck, when Mama Joe was right, she was right.




Gunner:"Yeah, I watched the match again and saw that, but that's then, this is now. He's my partner on Monday. I saw his promo and well, it kind of pissed me off. The fuck would I cause anything thing with him? I want to win dammit."




I took down some of my beer. Yum, freshness.




Mama Joe:"Who cares? You shouldn't, just keep your mind on the match. I saw the promo as well. He says he doesn't work well with others. I call bullshit. He was in the military, you can tell. He's no Marine that's for sure, but he was in the military so you two will work just fine together."





Gunner:"My opponent John Austin, called his team, team evil. How lame is that? He even talked about my dad. Then he went on to say something about the Marines. That doesn't sit well with me. The things I've done while serving, he doesn't know what evil really is."





Mama Joe:"Okay? So. Fuck him up. Even if you don't win, fuck his ass up. How fucking dare he speak like he knows what military men and women face. You're right, he doesn't know what truly is evil. Young people, I swear."




I lit up a cigarette and took in the harsh smoke deep into my lungs. Mama Joe placed a ashtray in front of me. I ashed my cigarette and took another puff.



Gunner:"Anyways, Is Ava working tonight? I forgot to call her after my match. I hope she's not upset with me."


Mama Joe:"Nah, she's sick. In fact she's been sick for two days now. I'm kind of worried, but hey what are you going to do?"



Gunner:"Well I might go check up on here later before I leave for Denver."



Mama Joe:"That will be sweet. Anyways. Let's talk more about your match. You've done recon on your opponents right?"


Gunner:"Yeah, of course."


Mama Joe:"Good, so have I."



So Mama Joe and I made a plan. There was one weapon that my opponents didn't have and that was Mama Joe.