03/09/14 9:08 PM

I climb to the top of the cage.

"Hardy!" I yell. I stand up...flash my guns, and Swanton Bomb James Allen Cox-Hardy...my husband of a year. I roll over and drape an arm over his chest.

"1...2...3." The ref yells. I slowly stand up and the referee grabs a hold of my left hand and raises my arm in the air. I let out a yelp and clutch my injured shoulder.

"Woah Jeff...buddy...are you OK?" Earl asks me. I shake my head no and drop to the ground. I clutch my injured shoulder and let out a groan. Tears are pouring down my face.

"Jeff...baby...are you OK?"

"No...hurts so bad. Make it stop!" I yell.

"Go get Dr. Arnold." James says to Earl. Earl exits the cage and makes his way backstage. A few minutes later...Earl and our company doctor, Dr. Arnold, step into the cage and make there way over to me.

"Are you OK Jeff?" Dr. Arnold asks me as he drops to a knee next to me.

"No...my...my shoulder hurts." Dr. Arnold starts examining my shoulder. A few minutes later...

"Your shoulder is dislocated. I'm going to pop it back into place and give you a couple of vicodin...OK?"

"Not...not OK. I...I can't take vicodin."

"Why not?"

"I...I used to be addicted to vicodin. I've been clean for three years." I mumble.

"OK...what about Morphine. Are you OK with Morphine?" I shake my head no

"Why not?"

"He used to be addicted to morphine." James says.

"What haven't you been addicted too?"

"Oxy."

"Oxycodone?" Dr. Arnold asks me. I shake my head yes.

"Alright...I'll write you a prescription for Oxycodone after I'm done popping your shoulder back into place."

"OK." I mumble. Dr. Arnold grabs a hold of my left arm and starts working my shoulder back into place. A few seconds later...a loud popping sound can be heard. I let out a yelp and clutch my injured shoulder.

"Sorry." Dr. Arnold says.

"It's...it's OK." I mumble. A couple of minutes later...my shoulder is back where it belongs. Dr. Arnold stands up, grabs a hold of my right hand and helps me to my feet. The four of us exit the cage and make our way backstage. Dr. Arnold takes a prescription pad out of his pocket...writes me a prescription for Oxycodone, hands me the paper, tips his hat at me and walks away. James and I make our way to our trailer. We shower, dry off, get dressed, pack our bags, exit the trailer and make our way to James' truck.

A Few Minutes Later...9:35 PM

James parks the truck in front of CVS pharmacy. He gets out of the truck and makes his way inside. A few minutes later, he climbs into the truck, opens the bottle of Oxycodone, pours two into his hand, hands me the pills and a bottle of water and I take the pills. He puts the bottle of Oxycodone into the cup holder, starts the truck, throws it into reverse and backs out of parking spot. A few minutes later, I fall asleep.

A.N. Sorry the chapter is so short. Next chapter will be longer.