11/04/2014

John, Chase, and I just woke up, and after bathing and getting dressed, the three of us head down to the kitchen for breakfast.

"What do you guys want for breakfast?" John asks.

"Can I have some waffles Daddy?" Chase asks.

"Sure buddy. What do you want baby?" John asks.

"Waffles sound good to me." I say.

"Alright." John says as he starts taking the ingredients out of the cupboards. After making the batter, he heats up the waffle press, and once it is hot enough, he pours the batter into the waffle press, and a few minutes later, the first waffle is done. He gives it to Chase, and after pouring some syrup onto the waffle, he starts eating. A few minutes later, John has made four more waffles and after placing two on my plate, I pour some syrup on them and I start eating.

"Your waffles always turn out a lot better than mine." I say.

"That's because, you put too much milk in the batter." John says.

"That's probably it; but at least I am good at making pancakes." I say.

"That's true. I love your chocolate chip pancakes." John says.

"Daddy." Chase says.

"Yeah buddy." John says.

"Where are we going today?" Chase asks.

"Kansas City." John says.

"Ok Daddy. Do you and Daddy have a match?" Chase asks.

"Yeah buddy. We're taking on Eric and Chris." John says.

"Who are they?" Chase asks.

"They are a new tag team that formed a month ago." I say.

"I hope you win." Chase says.

"We will buddy, I promise." John says.

"Good." Chase says.

Roughly two hours later, John, Chase and I had finished packing, so after throwing our bags into the trunk of the Escalade, I strap Chase into his car seat and turn on a DVD for him. I put the head phones on his ears and press play, so he can watch Cars. I climb into the passenger's seat, and once John starts the car, we pull out of the drive way and head down the road. It's a four hour drive to Kansas City, and we will be there by 3:30. We have to be at the arena at 7:30 and our match starts at 9:30 and it will be over by 9:45; but the writers have us getting into a fight with Ezekiel Jackson and his new group known as The Power. Stupid name, I know.

Four Hours Later: 3:30 PM

We just arrived at the hotel and after grabbing our bags from the trunk, we check in, and head up to our room.

"I'm going to take a nap." Chase says.

"Me too." John and I say in unison. Roughly two hours later, we wake up and decide to head down to the pool for a swim.

"Daddy." Chase says.

"Yeah buddy." John says.

"Can I play with Josh tomorrow?" Chase asks.

"Sure buddy." John says.

"Thanks Daddy. Can I go over to his house to play?" Chase asks.

"I'll have to call them tomorrow and ask, ok buddy." John says.

"Ok Daddy." Chase says.

After changing into our swim gear, we head down to the pool, and after putting Chase's floaties on him, he jumps into the pool and doggy paddles to the side. John and I dive into the deep end and swim over to Chase.

"Daddy." Chase says.

"Yeah buddy." I say.

"I'm hungry." Chase says.

"We'll have dinner once we get to the arena." I say.

"What time are we going to the arena?" Chase asks.

"7:30." I say. Our little genius looks at the clock on the wall.

"I guess I can wait two hours." Chase says. We taught Chase how to tell time a couple of weeks ago.

"Alright buddy." I say.

"Can you and Daddy throw me?" Chase asks me.

"Sure buddy." I say as I pick him up and throw him towards John. He hits the water and once he resurfaces, he doggy paddles over to John. John picks him up and throws him over to me and once Chase resurfaces, I pick him up and he starts coughing.

"Did you swallow some water buddy?" I ask.

"Yeah." Chase says as he starts coughing again. Once he is done coughing, he asks me to throw him again, so I toss him over to John and once Chase resurfaces, he starts laughing.

"Are you having fun buddy?" John asks Chase.

"Yeah. Throw me again." Chase says.

After an hour of swimming, we get out of the pool.

"Here buddy." I say as I hand Chase a towel and he wraps it around himself.

"Thanks Daddy." Chase says. After heading back to our room, we shower, get dressed, and grab our wrestling gear.

"Are you ready to go buddy?" I ask Chase.

"Sure Daddy." Chase says. After grabbing our wallets, cell phones and keys, we head down to the parking garage and after strapping Chase into the car seat; we pull out of the garage and start driving to the arena. Roughly 15 minutes later, we arrive at the arena, and after undoing Chase's car seat, we grab our bags from the trunk and we head inside. After walking around for a few minutes, we finally find our locker room and we open the door and walk inside. After putting on our wrestling gear, John grabs his pills and we head to catering.

"What do you guys want to eat?" John asks us.

"Turkey please." I say.

"I'll take a PB&J please." Chase says.

"Alright. What do you want to drink?" John asks.

"Apple juice." Chase and I say at the same time and then the three of us start laughing. After grabbing us some food, John places it on the table and we start eating. After eating, we head back to our locker room to wait for our match to start. Roughly two hours later, John, Chase, and I head up to the stage. Mark is going to watch Chase while John and I have our match. Our music starts playing and after striking our poses, we head down to the ring and once in the ring, we wait for our opponents Eric and Chris. Their music starts playing, and after striking there poses, they walk down to the ring and our match starts. Roughly 15 minutes into the match, John places Eric in the STF and Eric taps out. The Power comes out and starts attacking John and I. I receive a hard punch to my right eye and blood starts rushing down my face. That wasn't scripted. I manage to get one of the guys away from me and I climb out of the ring and John climbs out and we rush up the ramp. John places his shirt over my eye and once back to the stage, a paramedic rushes up to me and takes the shirt away from my eye in order to look at my cut.

"That's going to need some stitches. Come with me to the trainers, and the Doc will stitch you up." He says. John, Chase, and I follow the paramedic into the trainer's office, and once there, I sit on the table and a few seconds later, my head is numb and after stitching me up, the Doc places a Band-Aid over my eye and after grabbing our bags, we head back to the hotel.

"What happened to your eye Daddy?" Chase asks.

"One of the guys hit me too hard." I say.

"Are you going to be ok?" Chase asks.

"I will be." I say.

"Ok Daddy." Chase says. After bathing Chase, he puts on his favorite pair of pajamas and we head to bed. We'll have to leave by ten tomorrow in order to get home by two. Hopefully Chase can go over to Josh's house tomorrow, because I have something planned for John and I. SEX ON HIS CAR.

GOOD BYE EDGE. YOU WENT OUT AS THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION. NO ONE COULD WISH FOR A BETTER WAY TO GO OUT. YOU WILL BE MISSED. WITH OVER 50 CHAMPIONSHIPS IN YOUR CAREER, I KNOW YOU WILL BE IN THE CLASS FOR THE 2012 WWE HALL OF FAME, AND I HOPE CHRISTIAN IS THERE TO INDUCT YOU. I WASN'T READY FOR YOU TO RETIRE; BUT I KNEW YOU HAD TO RETIRE AT SOME POINT. YOU ARE 37 YEARS OLD, AND YOU WERE WRESTLING ON BORROWED TIME. YOU BROKE YOUR NECK SEVERAL YEARS AGO, AND YOU WERE STARTING TO LOSE FEELING IN YOUR ARMS AND HANDS. YOU DID THE RIGHT THING, YOU RETIRED BEFORE YOU COULD INJURE YOURSELF ANYMORE. I LOVE YOU ADAM COPELAND, AND I HOPE I GET THE OPPURTUNITY TO MEET YOU ONE DAY. YOU WILL BE MISSED; BUT I KNOW YOU CAN'T STAY AWAY FROM WRESTLING. I HOPE YOU STAY IN THE WWE AS A COMENTATOR, OR A TRAINER. I LOVE YOU, AND I KNOW THE FANS LOVE YOU. YOU HAD A GREAT CAREER, AND YOU WILL BE MISSED.