Chapter 25

Jake was talking on the phone in his bed room. "Ok so I see you at Impact. No I can't wait to see the look on there faces either," Jake says before hanging up. Traci walks into the room. "So he's in?" Traci asks. "Yeah and he can't wait. I really can't wait to see what happens when Cage sees him," Jake says. "You know Cage is going to learn he pissed a lot of people off with how he has acted lately," Traci says.

"I have to wonder what the hell happened to the guy," Traci says. "Traci the guy always acts like this. I mean time and again and the guy turns his back on the people that he is close with. When I worked those house shows for the WWE when I was in OVW he was nice enough to me and I know what he acted like he first came to TNA but Traci the guy is no good," Jake says.

"Alright so we have two guys signed up now we need two more," Traci says. "I have few guys I can call on. Guys I know I can trust," Jake says. "You know a lot of people are saying when you get done with him that Christian is going to wish he never left the WWE," Traci says. "No when I'm done with him Christian is going to wish he had never left Canada," Jake says.

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Scott was watching as Team Canada was working out. "Come on guys you have the biggest chance of your lives coming up. One way or another the NWA title is coming to Canada," Scott yells. Eric Young walks up to Scott and looks like he wants to say something. "No Eric you can't get out of the match and we are not forfeiting," Scott says. Eric goes back to what he was doing.

Christian walked into the gym. "Scott we need to talk," Christian says. "Sure Christian what about?" Scott asks. "Look I just want to make sure that you understand that first and foremost the goal is getting me the belt," Christian says. Scott makes a motion for Christian to wait for him in his office. Christian heads there. Scott follows him in.

"Look Christian don't worry Christian don't worry the boys know that there goal is make sure you win the belt. All Bobby and A-1 want is a chance to beat on Reed for a while oh and Petey would like a chance to hit the Canadian Destroyer on him," Scott says. "Hey I have no problem with that," Christian says.

"Good then after the war game it's the end of Jake Reed. How ironic the match that made him a main eventer is the same match that ends it all," Scott says. "Yeah it's going to great," Christian says. "Yeah but I think we need to tip the scales in our favor," Scott says. "Like what?" Christian asks. Scott walks over to the door and yells. "Bobby, A-1 come here I have a job for you.

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Jim was in his office going over the plans for the war games cage. The same rules as the last war games applied. The cage was large enough to house two six sided rings. There was one thing that would be different. This time around a pair of special enforcers chosen by Jim and Dixie would be in charge of the cage doors so no one could jump in before the time periods expired.

He wasn't sure who the enforcer's would be he wanted to wait until Jake announced his team that way Jim would know who was available. Jim and management wanted to make sure once and for all that this issue between Jake and Christian was finally over. And if there was one thing the war games were good for it was settling feuds for a time anyway.

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After the work out Eric Young was sitting in a small bar. "Lousy D'Amore for a guy that runs a whole promotion the guy is really an idiot," Eric said out loud not really caring who heard him. "I mean the guy and Cage agree to fight Reed in a War Games. I don't think the guy has even lost a cage match of any type in his career much less since he came to TNA," Eric thinks.

"And what do they think he is going to do after he is done beating Cage to holy hell he is then going to take out the rest of us," Eric thinks. Suddenly Eric leaps out of his seat knocking a woman over. "Oh sorry lady," He says as he pulls out his wallet and pays his tab before running out yelling, "This truly is my most brilliant plan ever!"

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Jake had been on the phone dealing with a promoter who wanted to bring Jake in to defend the NWA title against his top guy. Jake was excited to it since the show was close to Omaha so he could se his parents in a few weeks. He walked into the living room and saw Traci looking at an old event program.

"What the hell is that?" Jake asks. "Take a look," Traci says handing it to him. Jake sees are realizes it the event program for the promotion where they met and this one from his second show with the group. He opened the program and saw a small picture of him and Traci together the first nigh they met. "How did you this?" Jake asks shocked at how different he looked in the picture. The young man in the picture clearly had no idea of the long road that lay ahead.

"This woman was clearing out her son's closet and found it with a bunch of other reselling stuff. She knew enough to know we are married and she figured that had to be around the time we meet since so she sent it thinking we would get a kick out of it," Traci says. "Wow that was nice of her. I can't think a lot of couples that have a picture of the night they met," Jake says.

"Yeah I know. I figured it would something cool to show the kids some day," Traci says. "Or even the grand kids," Jake says. "Let's not get to far ahead ourselves. I'm not ready to be old and grey," Traci says. "That's what plastic surgery and hair dye are for," Jake says in a voice sounding like an old frail man causing Traci to laugh.

Suddenly the door broke open and Bobby plus A-1 ran into the house and attacked Jake. Traci picked up a lamb and quickly broke it over A-1's head. This allowed Jake to get the advantage on Bobby. The two power men turned chicken and ran off.

Jake turned to Traci. "We need to move. I am getting sick of not being safe in my own home," Jake says. Traci takes the broom and dust pain out of the closet and starts to clean up the lamb. "Your right. It's going to be hard though this is our first home together," Traci says. "Hey we always have the memories and hopefully not the break-ins," Jake says.