PWP: The Holiday Special - Darren Maddox vs. James Shark

Merry Christmas Faggox! Yo Momma’s a HOE HOE HOEEEEE but I’m sure you already KNOWWW.

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PWP 5: The Holiday Special tho...

Christmas is supposed to be about the birth of Jesus. This Christmas is going to be different, at least for the PWP.

Here in the Professional Wrestling Project, we aint going to be celebrating the birth of Jesus, we’re going to be celebrating the DEATH of Jesus…. Err… momma’s boy who looks like Jesus that is.



Darren Faggox wants me dead? He doesn’t get what he wants, but me? I always get what I want.

I’m going to murder this dude, flat out kill him with my punches. When he’s knocked the fuck out, there ain’t going to be no type of smelling salt in the world that will be able to wake him up. I’m putting him to sleep just like Lycra.

All this tough act wannabe bad boy bullshit of his is going to get him dealt with.

He’s not going to be in a steel cage, he’s going to be inside a Shark Tank. When he’s in there, I want to see just how extreme he really is.

His last match was a simple elimination match, but he’s so extreme right?

He lost to two shitty ass Canadian Tag Team lovers called the Maple Leaf Muscle, but he’s so extreme right?

His finisher is nothing more than a basic spear… but he’s so extreme right?

What he is, is extremely untalented.

I can’t take none of his shit seriously, then again, how am I supposed to when his biggest insults are stuff like: “You’re not a Shark! You’re just a goldfish swimming in a sea!”

Goldfish don’t even swim in the fucking sea, I mean, this is why I called him retarded. It’s going to be interesting to see him after the match when I pound his head in and knock out what’s left of his brain cells.

To be honest though? This whole thing has me tripping….There’s a couple of problems with this whole thing man, and I don’t think anybody but me realizes it.

First of all, this whole show is going to be streaming online. That right there is a huge fucking problem. A huge problem for PWP, a huge problem for Josh Duncan and a huge problem for the fans logging onto the site from all over the world.

On December 21st the internet will fucking break. The only people that will get to see me wreck Darren Maddox will be the people in the arena, as for everybody else online? It’s just not going to work.

Josh Duncan is going to have to deal with a lot of upset fans that night, they won’t even get to see the co-main event because it’s going to be laggy as fuck. Billions of motherfuckers are going to be tuning into that match JUST to get ready for mine. The whole site will crash right before their match ends, mark my words.

The fans listening to my promo right now will remember what I’m saying on the 21st and go “Holy shit… that son of a bitch was right”.

Once they miss out on the whole thing, they’re only going to hear about the beating I put on Darren and they won’t even believe what their told. The stuff people are going to be saying about how I destroyed him will be like something out of a movie. It won’t be until after pictures are uploaded and a replay of the event is available online until people see the ass whooping with their own eyes and see what transpired that night, but even then, they won’t believe it. They’ll think their eyes are lying to them.

That’s how bad it’s going to be.

Now Darren’s probably over in his mommas couch aka his bed, watching this promo right now, nodding his head thinking “Just keep talking nigger, that’s all it is” but the thing is, it’s not. Unlike him, I back up my talk, word for word.

I’m not Trash Talk Royalty because I’m the BEST trash talker… nah, as a matter of fact, there’s probably tons of dudes who have better punch lines and better mic skills. I’m Trash Talk Royalty because unlike the majority of the loud mouths in this sport…. I follow through with what I say.

With that being said, the second big problem with this thing is the match stipulation. A steel cage is all fine and dandy BUT the only way to win is to ESCAPE THE CAGE? Be it by the door or climbing out of it?

Who says I want to escape it? What kind of a fucking way to win is that? I’m not running away, I’m not going anywhere, why the hell would I want to exit it?

Darren goes in his promo and he says “There’s no way I’m letting you escape!” Fuckin faggot, this match could go on for hours, I don't give a fuck, I’m NOT escaping, don’t worry about that part. Don’t waste your time guarding the door or moving around the cell walls… I ain’t going anywhere. I’m going to be in the center of the ring, in your fucking face the whole night.

I have no problem just staying inside that cage and giving you an ass beating until a bunch of security guards break through that cage door and pull me off of you and that’s exactly how I see this match playing out.

You’re going to try your best to escape and it won’t be to win, it’ll be to survive. You’re going to regret voting for yourself. You’re going to regret it every single day of your life.

This loss is going to do numbers to you. You’ll wake up every morning beating yourself up. Who knows when you’ll ever get an opportunity at a big name ever again? You had your chance and you blew it.

You’ll go: “Maybe I should’ve done this, maybe I should’ve done that”

It won’t be long till you realize that there was nothing that you could’ve done to actually get you the win.

You could’ve executed your game plan with no mistakes. You could’ve come in with a hundred other back up plans had that one not work.

You could’ve came in with no injuries. Training camp could’ve gone perfect.

No matter what, you still would’ve lost, and fuck knows when you’ll realize that.

Maybe it’ll be as soon as you wake up with the reff shining a flashlight onto your eyes. Maybe it’ll be once your phone blows up with notifications of “James Shark retweeted your tweet” only to see that I’m retweeting every single cocky tweet you sent me talking about how you were going to beat my ass.

Or maybe, just maybe, it’ll be the day after when you’re looking through your local newspaper, trying to find a job listing, when all of a sudden, you flip the page and see your ugly ass face plastered on the headline looking more ugly than usual after my fist gave you a makeover.

It won’t matter when, what matters is you’ll realize that no matter how much it kills you, you’ll have to respect me. This is going to be a lesson learnt in not only in the career you once had as a wrestler, but your life.

Lesson being that I’m better than you.

On the microphone.
On television.
In the ring.
In the bedroom.
Everywhere and anywhere at anything and everything.

#MOS

For the king has returned once more. Get on your knees like your whore of a mother and bow the fuck down to a nigga that’s above and beyond you.

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Friday December 13th 2013 –
5:43PM-
The Allen Arena–
Nashville, Tennessee–
OFF CAMERA –

“SHARK, SHARK, SHARK, SHARK, SHARK, SHARK, SHARK, SHARK”

I could hear my name being chanted from the actual arena, all the way up to my locker room, it was just fucking insane. A smile crossed my face due to the atmosphere.

After a while of bobbing my head up and down to the rhythm of the chants, I turned around and looked up at a group of my friends who were already munching on some treats.



Shark: Damn…

They turned around and all looked at me, both their mouths and hands full.

Every time I had to travel for a promotional event, whether it be for media obligations like this one or a wrestling match, I always brought a select few group of my friends with me. I really had little to no friends in the wrestling business.

The wrestlers I was cool with were more like co-workers to me. I always kept them at a distance because you really couldn’t trust anyone in this game. Besides, we were all at war, you never knew when you could be booked against one another.

It was also great for my friends who weren’t famous to go on and share my life.

Experience the cameras, experience the flashy lifestyle. Right now, they were all doing just that, eating away at a large buffet that was setup for me in this locker room.

Luckily for them, I myself didn’t feel like eating. If I was in the mood to eat, there would be no buffet for them, I could eat like a damn horse. It was weird though because I was feeling nervous and that’s why I wasn’t feeling food right now. I was nervous for this promotional thing. It had been a while since I’ve done something like this with a huge crowd, let alone been a while since I’d been on camera.

It had only been two months. Two months since the world had really seen me, but yet it felt a lot longer than two months. Two months really felt like two years.

Based on all the name chanting I could hear and the reception the fans were giving me from inside the arena, it must’ve felt much longer to them as well.

There was no doubt that they missed me.

Shark: Can you believe this shit?

Daniela: What?? I haven’t eaten all day, don’t judge me.

Javari: And don’t judge me either my nigga, someone’s gotta eat all this food, can’t let it go to waste now.

I shook my head laughing, neither of them understood what I was referring to and the other four were too busy eating to even react to my comment in the first place.

Shark: Not yall man, I mean those people. It’s crazy bruh, they stay cheering my name and based on how loud it is, that’s practically the whole arena right there.

They didn’t seem too surprised.

Daniela: Yea… and?

Shark: The fuck you mean and? That’s it, that’s all. It’s unbelievable if you think about it.

Javari: Nigga you tripping right now

Daniela: Yea… aren’t you used to this kind of stuff? What? Did you think after two months people would forget about you? You’re still James Shark, besides… September wasn’t too long ago.

I sighed, again shaking my head.

Shark: I ain’t used to this shit at all, if anyone is tripping it’s you two along with these fans yo. Since when have I gotten a reception like this?

Daniela: Last time you were in the ring….

Shark: Okay but that was in New York, that was my territory, my house, mi casa. This ain’t New York, this is fucking Tennessee.

They both shrugged, they weren’t really grasping how odd this was. They always looked at me as such a megastar and so did I, but things just didn’t add up. Where the hell were my boos? They were practically my theme song.

Shark: Man, all I’m saying is if these motherfuckers start booing Maddox and cheering for me, I’m going to flip my shit.

Javari: That’s probably how shit’s going to work tho no? I ain’t ever seen a crowd cheer for two people in a one on one match.

I shook my head even harder than the last two times now.

Shark: That’s going to piss me off. That pussy can’t be given the satisfaction, he tries too hard to be the bad guy. This is a guy that bleaches his hair, brags about being in prison and gets angry panties over momma jokes. “I’m going to kill you for talking about my mother! I’m going to bury you six feet under! I’m going to-” man, shut the fuck up, you ain’t going to do shit with your keyboard fighting ass. He’s going to bury me six feet under? Before or after I bury my dick in his mother’s pussy twelve inches deep?

Everyone around me laughed out loud, including my other friends who were eating, in fact, they almost choked.

Javari: Man, say that again, let me get it on camera or something. That boy gets so mad when you say something about his momma.

Shark: That’s cause he still lives with her.

Daniela: What??

Shark: Yea, read up on it, his father beats his mother too, throws her around the house and uses her as a punching bag.

Javari: And what Darren do about that?

Shark: Nothing, he’s a bitch. He’ll stand up to me online for saying something about his mom, but when his daddy puts hands on her, he won’t do a damn thing. Dude is just afraid he’ll catch a beating from pops too.

They all nodded their heads, laughing and agreeing.

Daniela: So what did you say about his mother anyways?

Shark: Man.. I didn’t even diss her, when I brought her up, I was insulting Darren, not her. This bitch is sensitive yo. ALL I SAID WAS like… “Yo, your mom musta been on something when she was pregnant with you cause you came out retarded” And I was serious too, that hoe must’ve been snorting coke, swallowing a ton of cum, she just must’ve been doing something wrong because little baby Darren came out without a brain.

Javari got on his phone and began to search for the tweet I was talking about, but before he could get to it, he got to a different tweet and laughed out loud, showing his phone to the rest of the group as they read the exchange and laughed.



As they all huddled around his phone and continued to read the twitter war that I grew so bored of, Daniela walked over to me and sat beside me on the couch.

Daniela: So I was hoping to see Chante here, but again, you didn’t bring her along.

I nodded my head. Daniela and Chante were besties so I expected her to ask me about that at some point.

Daniela: Why do you keep leaving her out? I go everywhere with that girl, you put me in a tough spot when you invite me to come along with you because then she finds out and it’s almost like I’m ditching her or something. Then she asks me if she can come and-

I put my hand out as if telling her to drop the subject.

Shark: Chill out Dee. Like for real, you making this out to be something that it’s not, as if I’m beefing with her or something.

Daniela: Well are you?

Shark: Nah, me and her still cool, she knows that but-

Daniela: But you avoid the hell out of her.

Shark: We still hang out here and there but I can’t be taking her with me or hanging with her as often as I do with yall man. You know that, they know that, she knows that. I ain’t got nothing against her but right now my relationship is going perfect. Me and Brooklyn are still engaged, she just gave birth to two beautiful twin boys, I mean, I’m happy right now and I don’t need any drama.

Daniela: Chante isn’t drama. She apologized to Brooklyn didn’t she? Besides, she didn’t even pull a move on you until AFTER you and Brooklyn had broken up. When you and Brooklyn were together she always respected that.

Shark: Yeah well It ain’t right yo, next thing I need is for me to start hanging with her and the media to take pictures of us, putting out false rumors again. All that highschool drama bullshit is behind me and Brooke, right now we’re happy, I don’t want to fuck things up.

Daniela: The media will always pull a rumor out of their ass, since when were you worried about what people say anyways? If she’s still your friend, treat her like one. She misses you, come on.

Before I could respond, one of the staff members from the arena walked into my locker room and interrupted our conversation. He gave me the thumbs up and that was a sign that it was time to go and get things started.

Now I was nervous all over again, stomach hurting, mind spinning, body chilly. I had to get a hold of myself, what the fuck was I getting so worked up for? All I had to do, was go out there and do what I do best, talk trash.

I took a few deep breathes and got up to my feet. I grabbed my shirt and put it over my tank top along with grabbing my cross chain and hat before leaving the locker room. Some of my friends followed me out, I could see that Daniela wasn’t one of them.

Javari: Ay something wrong with Dee?

Shark: She all upset over me ignoring Chante and shit. It’s whatever tho, she’ll get over it.

Javari: pshh… fuck Chante and her annoying ass, you know I can’t stand that broad. Forget about it.

I didn’t really listen to what he was saying because I was more concentrated on this moment. The chants of my name were only getting louder as me and my team walked closer to the stage. Once we walked through the curtains, I was amazed.

Friday December 13th 2013 –
6:15PM-
The Allen Arena–
Nashville, Tennessee–
ON CAMERA –

The whole arena, jam packed, and this wasn’t even a match. This was nothing more than a promotional event, a chance for me to address the fans, get them all hyped for the PWP Holiday Show, talk to them and so on.

Yet, that didn’t seem to matter, I was looking at a sold out arena.

“SHARK, SHARK, SHARK, SHARK, SHARK, SHARK”

I leaned in close towards Javari so that he could hear me.

Shark: These chants still pissing me off bruh

Javari: Well you the bad guy right? Go ahead and get them to hate you.

A cocky smile formed on my face as Javari said that. He was right. It took me no more than about 3 tweets to get Darren Maddox pissed off. It was something that I was used to, before every match, I was able to anger my opponents.

If I could do it to my opponents, then why not these fans, right here, right now?

As we continued to walk forward, we could all see that there was a huge stage setup inside the arena. As I looked around my surroundings, I could see that things were setup as if this was a press conference. The stage had a podium right in the middle of it with chairs alongside.

I walked past the excited fans and walked onto the stage. My team had already taken their seats. Being on stage, I headed straight to the podium and grabbed one of my biggest weapons, the microphone.

Although this was setup as some sort of conference, I knew it wasn’t. This was all about me, all about James Shark, all about my return. At this day and time, Darren Maddox didn’t matter and neither did Taryn or Frankie.

I had a job to do right now. I waited for the whole arena to quiet down for a moment before tapping on the microphone and speaking through it.

Shark: I’mmmmmmmmmm baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack

As if the cheers couldn’t get any louder, they did. For a moment it was as if this whole arena would erupt.

Shark: Look man, I ain’t really got a whole lot to say. I’ve been itching to get back into the ring and lay a beating on somebody, turns out, that somebody is actually a nobody in Darren Maddox.

I cocked a smile as they continued to react in cheers. I knew that in my mind, this wasn’t what I wanted. If I wasn’t going to lose them with my confidence then I knew it was a matter of time before I lost them with the disrespectful words that would come along with my confidence.

Shark: Like for real, check this shit the fuck out yall… a long list of opponents destroyed, a long list of records beaten, a long list of championships gained, and a long list of goals accomplished. At 25 years young, I gots a shit load to brag about. I can brag for fuckin years without being repetitive. Darren Maddox has been in this sport for over six years. Over six fucking years and JUST NOW he’s bragging about being in Main Events. Just fucking now yall.

I threw my hands out into the air as if asking the world: “What took him so long?”

Shark: Can someone say “Finally”? Like how can you react to something like that anyways? Are you supposed to clap for the guy, throw him a party and celebrate it? Or are you supposed to put your arm on his shoulder, look that nigga down, and tell him straight up… “bitch, you suck”?

It seemed as though the crowd was beginning to turn against me just a little bit.

Maybe it was because of the cursing I was doing, maybe it was the way I was making out Darren Maddox, maybe it was a mix of both. Either way, the small boos that were beginning to break out of the cheers were only fueling me to keep on going.

Shark: I’ll be the one to tell him he sucks. People think that the talking stops once the bell rings but not with me. I’m going to talk to this dude during the match. Every time he misses, “What the fuck was that? You suck.” Every time I land on him so easily, “Put your hands up, defend yourself, you fucking suck”. Every time I throw him to the floor with my wrestling “You aint your mother, get off your knees, you suck”. Anytime I do anything, it's just going to be: “You suck”.

I shrugged my shoulders.

Shark: It took him six years to get to the Main Event level and from what I see, he STILL isn’t ready for it. What? Is a kiddy little elimination match against cans like Timothy Hunt, Adam Banz and Andrew Storm supposed to tell me otherwise? I’m not Hunt, Banz or Storm, I’m James motherfucking Shark and I can fucking fight. Darren Maddox thinks that I’m supposed to scare him with all the accomplishments I have under my belt. That stupid ass buttfucking white boy couldn’t be more confused. Everything I’ve done in this sport shouldn’t scare him, it should TERRIFY him.

Now the boos began to roll in more easily. Every time I presented myself in such a rude, disrespectful manner, the boos came along and after I used the term “buttfucking”, they came in at rapid fire.

Shark: What? You gonna tell me this kid ain’t gay? I call him Faggox cause here you have a guy, who bleaches his hair, paints his toe nails and tells me “I’m going to blow you out of the water”. Here’s a guy who is threatening to blow me so I can gay bash the cocksucker all I want.

The butterflies in my stomach had certainly flown away because now I was starting to recapture my rhythm. The crowd at attendance began to not just boo me, but flip me off and yell things at me. Of course I paid them no attention, but this was where I wanted to be.

Shark: AS I WAS SAYING, That boy should damn well lose sleep over this match. It should keep him up at night that he’s stepping into a ring with a guy that has done a hell of a lot more in this sport than he has, even though he has more in ring experience than me. Fuck Christmas, I should’ve faced this bitch leading up to Halloween cause this the type of stuff that should haunt him.

Now I found myself trying my best to talk over their boos, even with a microphone I found that task challenging.

Shark: But whatever, it is what it is. This Christmas season, I find myself on Santa’s naughty list yet again huh? First I was being cheered, now I’m being boo’d? It’s okay. Any match up, any opponent, I find myself being the bad guy and this time around, it’s no different.

One of the staff members came up from behind me and whispered to my ear, telling me to try and cut things short because they were concerned of a riot happening. I waved him off, if they wanted to riot, l’d let them.

Shark: Go on, keep booing, is that as loud as yall can get?? I don’t have a problem playing this role. I love this shit. Music to my motherfucking ears, keep on going.

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO” “YOU SUCK” “FUCK YOU” BOOOOOOOOOOOO”

Shark: This holiday season fatso Santa Claus don’t need to hand a nigga some gifts because a nigga got so much cash in the bank he can get his own gifts! I’ll go ahead and get into the theme of the show, I’ll go ahead and get into the season…. I won’t just buy myself gifts but I’ll go ahead and do Darren a favor.

At this point, I didn’t even know if they could hear me or if they were too busy yelling things at me, but what I did know is that the cameras heard me and the fans watching online at PWP.com heard me too.

Shark: Hey, listen up, I said I’m doing Darren a favor this Christmas Season. After I absolutely wreck this motherfucker, I’m paying his hospital bills. After his mother has to go through the trauma in watching her pathetic daughter get hospitalized, I’m paying for her rehab treatment. After I play the role of the Grinch and I steal Christmas… guess what?

I gave in a short pause before continuing with a slick smile on my face.

Shark: I’m stealing the show too.

After a wink to the cameras, I raised my hands and continued to welcome the boo’s. I was about to get ready to make my run back to the curtains and dodge the bottles that I was sure were going to be thrown my way but before I could, I found myself pulled to the side by an Interviewer who was wearing one of my championship shirts.

Interviewer: JAMES SHARK! By my side, all smiles, he’s not fazed by the reaction of these fans.

He took his eyes off the camera and faced me as I was still laughing at all the angry faces I could see.



Interviewer: They were cheering for you not too long ago but it seemed like you reminded them what you’re all about.

Shark: This ain't what I'm all about. What I do in the ring is what I'm ALL about but yeah, fuck em, I don’t care. I don’t even fight for them homie. I’ve said it time and time again, I fight for the money, that’s it.

Interviewer: Of course it’s the fans that generate the money but you probably don’t care about that either. Anyways, how are you feeling brother??

Shark: I’m feeling on top of the world bruh! Speaking of these fans, I think they were expecting me to be a changed man with the birth of my twins and to return to the sport all humble and what not, but these motherfuckers ought to know…. James Shark ain’t ever going to change.

Interviewer: Your last few outings, things haven’t really gone your way, your last impressive victory came off against the legendary Flex Johnson, but since then, you’ve been up and down, off and on, which leaves many of us wondering… Which James Shark will we see show up December 21st?

It took a while for me to answer that one. When I was training in the gym leading up to this match with Maddox, I was definitely sharpening up my skills and improving on the mistakes that I made in my last outings.

The loss to Inferno

The No Contest to Zero

Even that Lackluster win against Audrey James

I knew that those matches didn’t represent me at all, that’s why I pushed myself in training and tried new things in the gym. I wasn’t going to let myself make the same mistakes again.

Shark: You won’t see the unmotivated James Shark and neither will yall see the aggressive, hungry, killer James Shark. What yall will see, is a completely different James Shark. 2013 didn’t go the way I wanted it to go, I started the year off huge but mid-year I started to get sloppy. There’s no doubt I’m going to be looking to end 2013 with a bang.

Interviewer: When you were up on that stage you seemed to have respond to things that Darren said about you, I’m taking you saw his promo huh?

I laughed and shook my head, placing my arm on the reporter’s shoulder.

Shark: Come on son, as if I ain’t got better things to do. What happened was some of my boys told me about some things he said, but nah, I ain’t seen it.

Interviewer: What do you make of the things he said?

Shark: Meh. Same shit, different toilet. It’s the usual, generic “I’m going to make you pay for what you said” “I’m going to win, you’re going to lose” I know that he’s been calling me a motherfucker… and he’s right, cause maybe I am a motherfucker.

I knew that the cameras were on me and I knew that Darren had to be watching. I was already in his head at this point so I made sure to stay there. I turned over and looked right at the camera.

Shark: I fuck your mom all the time homie. I fuck her before your dad beats her, after your dad beats her, hell I got my dick up her ass while your daddy’s beating her. So yeah, maybe I am a motherfucker, cause I fuck your momma, and I fuck her good. Do something about it come December 21st.

The interviewer probably had more questions for me but I wanted to end the interview off with those words. I knew how to get under my opponents skin. I found the one thing that Darren truly hated when he constantly told me, over and over again, “Don’t talk about my mom” and now, I was using that against him to the fullest of my abilities.

I walked away with a smile on my face, regrouping with my team as the arena security tried their best to shelter us from everything the crowd threw at us as we all made our way back to the locker room.

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Monday December 16th 2013 –
1:07PM-
Sharklyn Mansion-
New York, USA–
OFF CAMERA –

Every time I look at my twin boys, Levi Carter and James Shark Jr, I think to myself, “Damn… what a blessing”. Me and Brooklyn were truly blessed from the start. Blessed with talent, blessed with each other and now blessed with these twins, these two meant the world to us.

Once she gave birth to them, I was just about done with the sport, I didn’t want anything to do with it, all I wanted to focus on, was being a father.

That was something that was important to me. I didn’t have a father growing up. I didn’t have a man in my life to teach me how to be a man, I didn’t have that father figure in my life to tell me what was wrong and what was right.

My mother couldn’t even teach me those things, she was always out whoring herself for any bit of drugs she could manage to get. My life was a tough one and that’s why I didn’t talk about it much.

People see me flash my dollar bills, show off my new rides and new mansions but the thing is, I can do all that now and rub it in people’s faces because that’s exactly what people did to me when I was younger.

Back when I had nothing, all the rich white kids would show off their new phones, their new clothes. Back when I was younger, I couldn’t even dream of all the stuff I have now.

I was never supposed to be this good, I was never supposed to be famous, I was never supposed to get with a super model looking queen in Brooklyn Carter, I was never supposed to have a family.

All of this happened because of my hard work.

I went through so much bullshit in life, so much struggles, I didn’t want the same for my kids. Unlike my father, I wanted to be in their lives and give them everything I didn’t have growing up as a child.

That’s why I was away from the ring, that’s why my last few matches “weren’t me”.

However, every wrestler couldn’t stay away from the sport for too long. There was an itch in me to get back in that ring, an itch in me to whoop on someone, an itch in me to hear the voice of an announcer declare me the winner.

Wrestling was an addiction, it was a drug, and on Saturday December 21st I knew that I was going to get my fix in destroying Darren Maddox.

I lifted Levi Carter up in the air, his little baby ass was naked but I didn’t care. As I held him in the air, I looked up at him with such joy.

Shark: Daddy’s going to whoop some ass this Saturday Levi, you want to come? Yes you do! Oh yes you do! Yesss you dooo

As my mouth was open, he began to pee all over my face, some of it going into my mouth as I began to choke. I instantly let go and dropped him as he fell on the bed.

Brooklyn: SHARK!!!! OH MY GOD!!!! LEVI!!!

Brooklyn saw what had happened and quickly ran across the room and over towards where me and Levi were. Before she could get to where we were, I quickly ran into the bathroom in the master bedroom as she went over to Levi who was crying. She didn’t hesitate to pick him up and cradle him in her arms.

Brooklyn: YOU BETTER HOPE THAT DOOR IS LOCKED JAMES.

I ignored her angry screams, she sounded like she wanted to murder me. I began to cough and spit out the nasty taste in my mouth while washing my face with ice cold water at the same time.

After a few minutes, the crying had stop and I felt like I was good to go. I turned off the sink and unlocked the door, slowly opening it as I made my way out into the room. There, I could see Brooklyn sitting on the edge of the bed, cuddling Levi in her arms.

Shark: No wonder that nigga has the Carter last name yo, fucking pissed in my mouth, legit gave me a golden shower.

Brooklyn: And you fucking dropped him!

Shark: On the bed tho!

Brooklyn: Ugh, doesn’t matter where, even on the bed, it's dangerous, you don’t just drop a baby fool.

Shark: Yeah, okay, so I guess I should’ve just kept him up in the air and just allowed him to continue using my mouth as a urinal. OH, OH, MAYBE, maybe I should’ve also opened my mouth a bit wider, brought him a little closer too!

Brooklyn: You could’ve just turned him away from you asshole.

Shark: Yeah, next time I’ll just turn him towards YOU, so he pisses in YOUR mouth. Then we’ll see how you like it.

She shook her head and ignored me, looking down at Levi as his eyes were wide open, looking up at us both.

Brooklyn: Daddy is just a bald little coo coo head, ain’t he Levi? Aweee haha, I bet he’s agreeing with me right now, it’s almost as if I can see it in his eyes.

Shark: FUCK!!!!!!!!!!

I screamed out loud, startling both Brooklyn and Levi, Levi began to cry again as Brooklyn looked at me in shock, confused as to why I yelled. I was looking down at my shoes in anger.

Shark: He got piss on my kicks too yo! I JUST copped these bad boys.

Brooklyn slowly got off the bed with Levi in her arms and calmly walked over to me. I thought she was going to comfort me or something but instead, out of nowhere, she lifted her right foot up and threw a push kick at me, causing me to lose balance and fall on my ass.

Shark: YO!?

Brooklyn: If our babies first words are profanity then you’re going to have a date with Ms.Chete because if it works out that way, we’ll both know who taught them it.

Shark: The hell? You were swearing too yo

She rolled her eyes, as she turned her attention back to Levi. It didn't take long for him to stop crying.

Shark: Besides… Levi ain’t about that life, that’s why he got your last name. Now… James Shark Jr on the other hand… he might have some interesting first words. What does it matter anyways? I guarantee you that both of their first words will either be “daddy, dad or papa” Why? Cause I’m the bestest and their number one favorite.

Brooklyn: No, mommy is.

Shark: Nah your tripping yo, watch this…

I got up onto my feet and walked over to both Brooklyn and Levi, leaning in towards Levi and standing right in front of his head just in case he needed to pee again. I got his attention as he stared up at me as I smiled at him.

Shark: Who’s yo favorite? Huh? It's daddy ain't it?

Levi gave me a cute little smile before turning away and hugging onto Brooklyn tight.

Brooklyn: Stop talking, your scaring him with your bad breathe

I immediately stepped forward and began to breathe all over Brooklyn’s face as she closed her eyes, turned away and laughed.

Shark: My breathe bangin

Suddenly, James Shark Jr who was also in the master bedroom with us, on the bed, began to cry. Me and Brooklyn both looked at each other.

Brooklyn: Great, nice going, you woke him up.

She looked at me with an angry look on her face but then all of a sudden her expression changed.

Brooklyn: Actually… don’t mind the sarcasm, it’s a good thing you woke him up, he’s been sleeping all day. What a great idea naming him after you!

Shark: HAHA! OH! HAHAHA! WOW shut up.

I shook my head and walked over to James Jr. It was weird because even though she made that joke, we both knew that despite their names, Levi acted more like me and James acted more like Brooklyn. I picked James up and smiled at him.

Brooklyn: Don’t drop him now

Shark: Nah James cool, he won’t take a leak on me.

As I had James Jr close however, I began to smell an awful stench coming from him, it didn’t take me long to realize that it was from his diaper.

Shark: Oh…. Oh hell nah. Brooklyn, gimme Levi

Brooklyn: Why? I thought little James was cool?

Shark: Brooklyn yo, for real, hand Levi over, we about to trade, Lil homie made a poopie and he has a diaper that has your name all over it.

Brooklyn: Are you sure you’re not smelling your own breathe?

Shark: BROOKLYN YO FOR REAL. STOP. This is serious! I don’t know what to do damn it.

Brooklyn: You know damn well what to do, just change it, you know where the other diapers are.

I shook my head and began to speed walk over to Brooklyn, trying to hand James Jr over to her but she backed away from me.

Shark: BROOKLYN!!!!!

Brooklyn: Shark, just change it.

Shark: NO, YOU!!!!

Brooklyn: Stop shouting…. Ugh, oh my god, I swear I have three babies in this house.

“What is going on here?”

Me and Brooklyn both turned around to see Sharon at the door, Brooklyn’s mother.

For a moment, I forgot that she was even here with us, visiting for the day. My first reaction was an easy one, I quickly walked over to Sharon and handed her James Jr.

Shark: He wants his grandmother yo

She gladly accepted James in her arms.

Sharon: Aweee, Hello there James, was daddy right? Did you want gran….wait a minute. What is that awful smell??

Brooklyn: Shark

Sharon quickly looked at me as if I was the one that stunk. I gave Brooklyn a dirty look then turned back to Sharon.

Shark: She meant Shark Jr

Brooklyn: Nope, I meant Shark

Although Brooklyn continued to try and annoy me, Sharon realized that it was James Jr, she looked up at me again, this time with a disappointed look in her face.

Sharon: Really James? You’re not going to change your son’s diaper? You just hand him over to me to do it?

Shark: Damn… you know, I would, I really, really would but the only problem is….i mean… look at the time. Time must fly when you’re having so much fun cause it’s…. it’s….uhh…

We had a clock on the wall behind Brooklyn. I was trying my best to look at it and see the time but Brooklyn was in the way, probably on purpose.

I tried my best to look for another clock as I could feel Sharon and Brooklyn burning a hole right through me with their piercing eyes.

Shark: it’s uh…. Umm…. Time to go yo!

I quickly ran past Sharon and out of the room, down the hall and opened the connecting door that led me to the Confidence Gym. My very own gym and training center that was connected to the mansion, I shut the door behind me and wiped the sweat off of my forehead.

Shark: Shit… that was close.

I couldn’t even catch a break because it was Clayton Paris, my head trainer that saw me. He raised his arms up in the air.

Clayton: SHARK! Back already?

Shark: aw…fuck

Clayton: What’s that?

Shark: Nothing, I just…ya

Clayton: um….alright

He looked at me as if I was weird but then he flashed a grin.

Clayton: I’m not even going to ask, but I’m glad you came back, earlier when you were getting your training going, I saw something and… well, I wanted to talk to you but didn’t get the chance to.

Thank God, I thought he was going to try and convince me to train some more or something. I nodded my head and walked with him over to the corner of the gym.

Shark: Aight, what’s up?

Clayton: Well when I saw your interview the other day at the arena, I tried to ignore you when you said that your fighting for the money.

Shark: I’ve always fought for the money tho? This ain’t news to you

Clayton: Yeah and that’s fine but.. after a while of being in the sport, you had nothing left to fight for because you were fighting for something you already had. All these mansions, all these cars, I mean at this point, your life is set. You don’t need money anymore and you know that. That’s why you weren’t taking your matches seriously anymore, that’s why you didn’t feel motivate to travel all around the world and get to your matches, that’s wh-

Shark: Ay man, you got it all wrong. The motivation, the desire, all that bullshit was cause of my kids, I didn’t want to be off in some other country missing their birth, I didn’t want to be wrestling instead of taking care of them. This is still about the money.

Clayton: You have to get that out of your mind because it won’t take long for you to lose interest in this sport again if you’re thinking that way. I saw you training today and you could’ve done a lot better. You didn’t have as much motivation as I’ve seen you have before.

Shark: Well is it my fucking fault I’m facing a piece of shit in Darren Maddox? Hard to get motivated for a guy you know won’t bring it huh? Hard to get motivated fighting in an ONLINE match, hard to get motivated when I’m not getting paid as much as I would if I was fighting for a title against a TOP LEVEL opponent.

Clayton: Money isn’t everything Shark

Shark: Money isn’t everything. It’s the ONLY thing Clay. That’s what I learned growing up, that’s what I learned growing up from the bottom without anything. A lot of wrestlers tell the world that they would do this shit for free, that they just love doing what they do, but that’s bullshit.

Clayton: And it once was about the money for you because you didn’t have it, but like I said, NOW you have it.

Shark: If it isn’t about the money, then what the fuck is it about? Passion? Nah, don’t give me that.

Clayton: Not passion, but family. That’s what you have now. A soon to be wife, three kids, a sister, and so on, now you have a family James and that’s what it’s about. Every time you step into that ring, you should be fighting for Levi, for James Jr, for Brooklyn. Every time your stalking your opponent in that ring, you should be thinking “Man… here’s a guy that’s trying to hurt my kids, my fiancée, here’s a guy that’s trying to make sure I don’t come home to them, here’s a guy that’s trying to take food off of their table.”

I heard him out for a while and after a few minutes, he said that his work here was done. He must’ve saw a change in me or something. When he was talking about me fighting for my family, he must’ve seen fire replace the disinterest in my eyes.

Right now I was pumped up, motivated and eager than ever before to step into that ring.

He had a point.

Maybe that itch I had to return to the ring wasn’t because wrestling was just something that I loved doing. Maybe that itch I had to return to the ring was because I myself, just wanted to stand up for my twins.

Continue wrestling, continue fighting, to just make them proud and accomplish so much more so that when they got older, they had someone to look up to, they had someone they wanted to be exactly like, they had someone to pass the torch over to them.

After some deep thoughts, it hit me.

This wasn’t just my return to wrestling, this wasn’t just some holiday special. It was so much more than that.

PWP was not the biggest company and Darren Maddox was in no way one of the big names in this sport but this had to be by far, the most important match-up in my career to date due to what I was fighting for and what was on the line.

I said “Loser retires”. I put it on the table, I put it out there, and Darren accepted it. Although Josh Duncan said he would not be able to put it on paper, it didn’t NEED to be put on paper. We both agreed to it and as grown men, we should be able to follow through with what we agreed with following the outcome.

There’s no way in hell I’m retiring, no way in fucking hell. I’m only 25 years young, I have my family to fight for and my name to protect. Maybe retirement will come ten years from now, but not now and never will it ever come by someone’s hands.

If I retire, it’s my decision.

I’m going to retire Darren Maddox. I’m going to do it because when I return to that ring, I’m re-claiming my sport and I’m letting him know that untalented cocky fuckers like himself don’t deserve to be in the same ring as me, the same company as me or the same career as me.

When he’s done kissing the sport of professional wrestling goodbye, he can go ahead, crawl over, and kiss my natural black ass as I tell that dude “I told you motherfuckin so”

December 21st… I’m taking away his Christmas, his money, his future, his goals, his career…. And you know what? Fuck it, when I put him to sleep, I’m going to be the prince in Lycra’s life. I’m putting my lips on that bitch and waking her up just like a fairy tale.

No more games.

He’s done.