Chapter 6

Author Note- In case you are wondering the Indy wrestlers are made up in this chapter but you go to enough Indy shows you will run into people with ring names as bad as these.

Jake walked into his house. It was a one level two bedroom home. It was a nice starter but some day he wanted something better. He had so many things on his mind. No matter how hard he tired he couldn't stop thinking about Traci. The memories just kept flooding his brain. The one that kept hitting him was of when they first meet.

Flashback

Jake was in a small arena in Toronto for an Indy Show. "Excuse me are you Jake Reed?" A small balding man in his late 40's asked. "Yeah I am," Jake said. "I'm Mike the head agent for this promotion there has been a change you are going out there with a valet." Mike said looking over a booking sheet. "Hold on I work alone. The last thing I need is some liability at ringside to worry about," Jake said objecting. "Don't worry she is trained. And you need it your opponent has his own valet and she is also are woman's champion," Mike said.

Before Jake could say anything else the most beautiful woman he had ever seen walked up to him and Mike. "Mike has the guy you want me to manage tonight arrived yet?"
She asked. "Yeah Traci this is him. Traci Brooks meet Jake Reed," Mike said gesturing to Jake. For the fist time Traci noticed the Jake. "Hi nice to meet you," She said extending her hand. "Yeah thanks. So it looks like were working together." Jake said. "Well I will leave you alone so you to can come up with a game plain," Mike said walking away.

"Look the only reason I am going out there is to get under the skin of Paula Powers. I am not some piece of arm candy. And don't expect me to hold the ropes for you," Traci said is a voice that was all business. "First I don't need anyone to hold the ropes for me. Second I don't need arm candy. And third I don't care what you do with the other woman as long it doesn't cost me my match," Jake said just as serious. "Then I guess we have an understanding," Traci said smiling.

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Jake and his opponent a local guy named Straight Shooter were locked in combat. Shooter's valet had tried to get involved but Traci always stopped her. Traci had to admit she was impressed with Jake as a wrestler. He had only one made on mistake that she could tell. Jake had hit shooter with a great Death Valley Driver but instead of covering him. Jake had climbed the top rope to do a moonsault. Just as Jake came down Shooter got his legs up. Those giving him the advantage and he was now giving Jake a beating.

Shooter seemed to have to the match in and hand and was signaling for his finisher the double chicken wing when Jake managed to get him in a small package and get the win. Jake rolled out of the ring. Traci deciding to play the good valet walked over to raise his hand. The two walked backstage.

"Oh god my neck," Jake said in pain. "It's you own damn fault," Traci said. "What are you talking about?" Jake questioned he knew he hadn't done anything to hurt his neck Shooter had done it setting up for the chicken wing.

"Had, you just gone for the cover after the Death Valley Driver you would have won right then and there. But no you wanted to something flashy and do a moonsault," She said. "I wanted to make sure he was out besides I don't my DVD is that good," Jake said. "Trust me your DVD is as good as Shawn Michael's Supper Kick," She said hoping he understood what she meant. Jake did while a lot of people had used the Super Kick only the Heart Break Kid had so far turned into an effective finisher.

Present

Jake came out his memory. It had all started there he had been asked to return to for the next show. Shooter had demeaned a rematch claming his win had been a fluke. The promoter had decided to keep paring him up with Traci. That first night the bounds of friendship had started and it wasn't long before Jake fallen in love with her.

He turned on the TV hoping that he could get caught up in something but it failed just look other thing he tried. The only thing that had any real success had been alcohol and drugs but even the failed after a while and they had already nearly killed him once. Another memory hit him this time of when he first told her that he loved her.

Flashback

It had been three mouths since Jake and Traci had meet. They walked though backstage as Traci wore her newly won woman's title. Traci pulled Jake into hug, "I can't believe I finally won this. And it all thanks to you," She said excitedly. "I really didn't do didn't do any thing," Jake said. "Are you kidding you kept Shooter from getting involved like he did every other time I have had a shot at this belt." Traci said.

Jake and Traci were standing real close to each to close for Jake he couldn't stand it anymore he had fallen in lover with her but was to chicken to tell her. "Do something you moron," He thought to himself. He had tried to tell her before but every freaking time he tried he couldn't find the words.

He looked her in the eyes good she was so beautiful he just wanted to kiss her, when before he realized what he was doing he leaned in and did just that. It was short and sweet and once it was over a look of fear came over Jake.

"Oh God, I shouldn't have done that. Traci I am so sorry," Jake chocked out. Before he could say anything else Traci brought he finger to his lips and stopped him. "It's ok Jake I was wondering how much longer you were going to wait to make a move," She said a smile on her face. "There is something I have wanted to tell you for so long and it almost driven me insane," Jake said. "Go ahead tell me," She encouraged already knowing what it was but just wanting hear him say it. "I love you Traci. I LOVE YOU!" He said. "Well good because I love you Jake Reed," she said. With that the leaned in and kissed again.

Present

Jake came out of the memory. Even though it had been a happy one it made him so sad. He could feel it starting again. The urge to have a hit or a drink anything to stop the memories. "No, I won't do that again," Jake said picking up his phone and dialing a number he hadn't called in a while. "Hey AJ, it's me. I know it's late but I really need to talk," He said into the phone.

"I told you anytime you needed to just call me," AJ came in loud and clear over the phone. "I just want a hit real bad," Jake said. "The memoirs getting to you again?" AJ asked worried that Jake wanted to get high but thrilled that he reached out for help before he fell of the wagon. "Yeah there are," Jake admitted. "Go look in the mirror," AJ instructed.

Jake did as he was told. "Ok I am looking in it," he said. "Tell me what you see," AJ said. "I see myself talking on the phone," Jake said. "Yeah and you are a guy that beat his addiction already, rebuilt his reputation on the Indy scene and is now about to become a big star with TNA. You are a guy that is the most loyal friend anyone could have. A guy that is kind enough to give a hundred dollars to a homeless guy at an airport no questions asked. That is who you are when you are clean. When you're high you're an ass," AJ said passionately into the phone. "So tell me again what you see." "I see a guy with a great best friend. Thanks AJ. I am past it now," Jake said.

"Good. Remember if you need to talk call me," AJ said calming down. "I will. Thanks again man. Goodnight," Jake said. "Goodnight Jake," AJ said. Both men hung up there phones.

Unknown to Jake, Alex Shelly was out side recording everything. "Well I still don't know who she is but know that this guy is addict will be of good use if he makes trouble for Jeff," Shelly thought to himself.