Chapter 8 : Saving Cody Rhodes

Character Focus : Cody Rhodes; Stone Cold Steve Austin (I know – a longshot!)

WARNING : sort of bad language lol and mentions of spanking (so far XD )

I remember when I first met the kid. I'd been walking down the many hallways in that nights' arena, nursing a beer, having already downed at least four. I was involved in a two month long story line with John Cena and CM Punk, so I would be sticking around for a while. I heard shouting, and it got me curious, so I followed the noise. I peeked around a corner, and saw that stupid son of the b*tch, Dusty Rhodes, arguing with his son.

"Dad, that's not how I do things," the kid insisted. Now my curiosity had grown to dangerous heights, and I kept listening. "I could get in trouble."

"You'll be in trouble with me if you keep arguing, Cody," Dusty growled. "If you don't take this company by its throat, you'll never be as big as I was, as I am. Forget everyone else, forget your 'friends.' They're not really your friends. They'll step on you to get to the top in a heartbeat. You gotta beat 'em to the punch."

"My friends aren't like that, dad, people are different then how they were when you worked here."

Dusty laughed, a belittling laugh that pissed me off. Lord knows I'm not the nicest person on the planet, but damn it, Dusty had always been a bully, and it really, really pissed me off that he was even bullying his own son into doing something that the kid obviously did not want to do.

"You're a naïve little prick, Cody," Dusty said, shaking his head. "I don' get how the hell you're my offspring."

I saw Cody's face fall – not too much, so I knew Cody had heard words similar to those before.

"I'm sorry I'm not the son you wanted, dad, but I can't stab the only people who've helped me out this past year in the back-"

His sentence was cut short by a very sharp slap to his face from Dusty. I didn't even realize what I was doing – suddenly I was out of my 'hiding place' and shoving that jack $$ hard up against the wall.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" he yelled in my face, trying to get out of my grasp, but there was no way in hell he was going to do so.

"I'm no father, but I'm pretty damn sure that's not how you're supposed to treat your son," I growled, putting pressure on his neck, making his beady little eyes grow wide. "Why don't you do piss someone else off, huh?"

I shoved him in the direction of another hallway, a very obvious warning to get the hell away. The American moron glared but took off faster than I'd even seen him waddle before.

I glanced over at Cody, who's eyes were wider than Dusty's had been. He looked surprised, and pretty damn confused.

"Are you okay?" I asked him.

He didn't say anything, just looked at me.

"Cat got your tongue, kiddo?" I chuckled.

Finally, he said, "I'm fine." He took a breath before thanking me for what I'd done for him.

"People don't usually stick up for me," he said sadly. "Everyone thinks I'm as much of an $$ as my father."

"People are always gonna judge, you just gotta prove 'em wrong, Cody," I told him. I patted him and walked away, calling over my shoulder, "If you ever need a beer, my locker room door is always open."

I swear I could feel the kid smilin'.


Cody did come by for that beer – we had a nice little conversation about the business and such. I inquired about his childhood, and it had not been a good one. Dusty was very neglectful. Cody had never even once been grounded – and Cody told me about some of his childhood mishaps, and you can bet your $$ that I would have whipped his $$ if he'd been my kid for some of them. All in all, though, I really liked Cody – he was a good kid, and he was lucky that a childhood like his, he grew up to be like that.

I didn't see him for a week or so. I got to wondering how things were going with his dad. I found out as I watched the show from my locker room, as Cody got upset with, then attacked, Michael Cole.

I knew immediately that it had been under Dusty's influence. I chucked my half-empty beer in the trash and searched the arena in a rage for Dusty Rhodes.

When I found him in the parking lot, he tried to talk to me peacefully, but I wasn't going to put up with any of his sh**.

"Cody has a good future, Dusty," I growled, "and I'll be damned if I let you ruin it."

"He's MY son-"

"And you obviously don't want him, so STOP trying to screw up his career or I swear to God, I will kick your $$ so hard you'll forget you even had one to begin with. Do you understand me?"

"Fine," Dusty chuckled. "In fact, you can have him. I don't want to deal with him – he's damaged goods, he's worthless. Good luck, rattlesnake!"

I glared at him as he left the arena. But now I had bigger things to deal with. I couldn't let him ruin his career – his dad had gotten to him, and now I had to get to him. Only I had to figure out how.


I have NO idea where the inspiration for this came from – but I like it. Do you?

SUPER APOLOGIES for having been gone for so long. The next chapter will, and I repeat, WILL be up very very very soon Reviews please!