He was nervous; this was rare for James Breeze. Even at the age of 14. Things with the boy he revered to as 'The French Bastard' hadn't improved much. And now here they all were, they'd been trained in all the techniques. Read about them, seen them done. Done them on figures but now was their first wrestling match. 12 there were, 6 matches there would be. Just simple matches showing Alexander what they had learnt. James didn't know who he would face, he knew who he would like to have though. Time seemed to glaze as he watched on, unfocused on the matches taken place between the trainees.

They were doing well. Time passed as it did, and Breeze only stopped dreaming of what could be when the Irish boy tapped him on the shoulder

Breeze turned round

Breeze: What?

Irish Boy: It's your turn

Breeze: Oh

Breeze turned round; standing in the middle of the ring was Corey Farmer

The French boy had a smirk on his face.

Breeze rolled into the ring. Every nerve in his body shouted out at him. This was make or break time. And against the best of the bunch, Breeze was furios. He was scared, but why? He was rarely scared. Why was he scared of this French boy? Just because he had beaten him in a race? Corey was the French boys name. He didn't even look nervous, he probably wasn't. This wasn't right. Breeze was rarely worried about anything, how could Corey shrug this off and Breeze couldn't.

Corey looked at Breeze with eyes of slight arrogance and insolence. He seemed calm though. But deep inside, he was nervous. Breeze was very good, he knew it. If Corey wanted to prove he was the best, it was now or never. He kept his cold stare mixed with arrogance on his opponent.

Breeze was not confident at the moment. Shrieking inside of him was real fear. He moved without hesitation to the middle of the ring. He and Corey grappled as was usual in the first move of wrestling.

He was surprisingly strong for someone not as built as James Breeze

Breeze swung him off the ropes

Corey flew into the ropes and when coming back lifted up his leg high in the air. Breeze tried to duck it but it caught him in the top of the head. He went down

Breeze rolled back to the floor and in the few seconds between being hit and getting up a thousand things had moved through his mind. One was the thought of Corey raging, he had insulted his mother and he was certain Corey wanted revenge. His eyes told the story itself

Breeze sprang up and lunged at Corey, out of desperation rather than need. He took Corey down but Corey rolled round and leapt to his feet before kicking Breeze's face. Breeze fell back from his knees and got up. A sudden sharp pain hit his face and he could feel warmth on his face. He touched his nose with his hand to find it bleeding

He was on the verge of tears but did not cry instead he ran at Corey and drove his knee straight into his groin area. Corey fell like a sack of potatoes.

Breeze regretted it for a split second as he saw the fallen form of Corey on the floor, rolling around in pain

He walked over and picked up Corey, who returned the favour by headbutting Breeze's nose. Breeze fell back onto the ropes and continued to take a barage of punches to the face and chest area

He finally fell to his knees in exhaustion and pain. He thought he would pass out, if it had not been for the interference of Alexander. Who promptly stopped the uncontrollable berserk Corey.

Breeze looked down at the blood around him and fainted

He woke up, he found himself in the living room. Sweat had broken down his forehead and he was breathing heavily. On the other chair sat Hayley, she was eating some ice cream and watching a movie on the television. He thought he was hearing things but when he turned round he saw the television was indeed blaring out French. He was confused to say the least

Breeze: Hayley?

Hayley: Oh, you're awake then. You've been mumbling for about an hour. Nightmare was it?

Breeze: No

Hayley: Liar

Breeze: Anyway, why is the television in French?

Hayley: I'm brushing up my French

Breeze: Why?

Hayley: I want to impress Corey

Breeze: Why?

Hayley: Because I just want to

Breeze: Don't get too comfortable with him here, he's gone soon

Hayley: How's that?

Breeze: Because I want him to, thats a sufficient enough answer

Hayley: It's my place as well, he can stay until I say he has to leave

Breeze laughed

Hayley: What's so funny?

Breeze: Nevermind

Hayley: No, tell me

Breeze ignored her and walked out into the gardens of the mansion, he walked over to a tree and sat in its shade

It was calm and relaxing

Breeze sat against the tree and sat down, soon he was in total relaxation

......

Breeze: Fuck

Breeze instinctively reached for his nose, his hand was covered in blood again and he felt a numbness in his face

He wiped his nose of blood and stood up

He looked at his feet and there was a soccer ball. He looked up from it and saw Corey Farmer

Breeze: What the hell do you think you're doing?

Corey: Sorry, I've never kicked a ball before

Breeze: I'm sure you didn't mean that then

Corey: I didn't, I was just walking and it was in front of me so I kicked it

Breeze: It's my soccer ball, leave it alone in future. Especially when you can't even kick it

Corey: Pauvre nouille, va.

Breeze: What?

Corey: Never mind. What nice weather! (grins)

Breeze ignored his last comment

Breeze: Are you doing what I asked?

Corey: What did you ask again? (insolent smile)

Breeze: To stay away from my fiancé

Corey: Oh that! Well, I'm not going near her. But... it's not my fault if she comes to me.

Breeze: Are you trying to imply something?

Corey: Not really. I never knew you were the jealous type. Should have guessed it, since you hate competition.

Breeze: Whatever, just stay away from her

Corey: Well, unlike some, I'm a gentleman. Besides, she seems to be seeking my friendship. And I'm not going to refuse her, since she's such a nice person. I hope you understand.

Breeze: I understand alright, I understand all to well you. And what you're like with women

Corey: I can't help it. I was born that way.

Breeze grits his teeth remembering all too well the woman Corey took from him, his first true love

His fist tightens by his side

Corey: Something wrong, Big J? (smirks)

Breeze between clenched teeth: Nothing

Corey: Oh, all right. Well, as you understand... then you won't mind if Hayley and I go for a friendly dinner tonight?

Breeze laughs: Sorry, I thought you said you and Hayley were going out to dinner tonight

Corey laughs with him.

Corey: Yeh, that's exactly what I said.

Breeze: What are you talking about, you're not going out to dinner with Hayley tonight

Corey: Why not?

Breeze: Because I said so

Corey: Well, you're not God. And Hayley can decide for herself. And I certainly don't need your permission for anything.

Breeze storms past Corey knocking him cleanly to the floor

Corey quickly kicks Breeze in the legs, making him fall.

Breeze and Corey then get up almost at the same time. Both seem ready for a battle, at that very moment. But they don't, they just stare coldly at each other. Both restraining themselves from starting a battle, which would ruin everything. Breeze has his fists clenched and Corey seems ready to react at any moment. Finally, after what seems an eternity, Breeze makes a few steps back.

Breeze: You're walking on an edge here, French boy. I'm warning you.

Breeze then turns to leave.

Corey: I will go out to this dinner with Hayley.

Breeze stops for a moment and then walks away. He is enraged. Corey sighs.

He storms into the mansion and back into the living room

Hayley looks up at Breeze in shock

Breeze's face is paler than usual

Hayley: What is it, what's wrong?

Breeze: Are you going out to dinner with him tonight?

Hayley: Him, could be anyone

Breeze smacks the ice cream tub from Hayleys lap

Breeze: You know exactly who I mean

Hayley stood up

Hayley: What are you going to do James, hit me?

Breeze: What?

Hayley: Well?

Breeze: No, of course not

Hayley: If you mean Corey, then yes I am

Breeze: No, you're damn well not

Hayley: You can't stop me

Breeze shouted out in frustration and then took some deep breaths

Breeze (in a voice less filled with frustration and tension): Will you please not go out with him tonight, you don’t know him like I do and he’s a charmer. He’ll manipulate you

Hayley: I can make judgments for myself, I’m not stupid. And he’s just a nice guy. Maybe that’s why you don’t like him?

Breeze: Whatever, just don’t go out with him tonight, okay? Please, just do this for me?

Hayley: Remember the only thing I’ve ever asked of you?

Breeze groans

Hayley: Exactly, so I’m going out tonight. And I’m planning on having a good time. I’m busy now so if you don’t want anything else you know where the door is

Breeze: This is the lounge room!

Hayley: So?

Breeze muttered some curses and stormed out of the room

FADE OUT

The window lay open and Breeze walled out onto the balcony. The wind blew strong and the cool flow made him feel a world better. The sight before him relinquished that quickly though. Sitting in one of the shaded tables where Corey Farmer and Hayley. They seemed to be getting on too well and this would not have been the first time the Frenchman had took someone from Breeze. Even thinking of that caused too much pain. It was the stuff nightmares were made of. Coincidently James Breeze’s nightmares of late involved that

The HWA was his main concern at the moment in time. He would have two matches. One would be with his Celtic brother Tristan Wolfe against two worthy opponents. Another for the X-Treme Title earlier on. This would take a lot of energy. One match was usually enough but a hardcore one followed by a Tag Team bout would not be an easy night, not even for someone of the calibre and skill of The White Tiger.

The X-Treme lay behind him on the bed. It was good to have a title again and the actual championship as well. To feel the weight of success on your shoulder. On SNS, Corey Farmer would fight and inevitably win. Breeze almost knew this. Corey was too good to get beat of the opponents he was set against. Breeze was not sure he wanted Corey to win these matches. If Corey lost Breeze would be left looking stupid but if he won he would endorse thousands new fans from America. And he already had enough. He would receive a lot of success and it would only inflate his already overblown confidence, perhaps into a state unbearable.

He regretted bringing Corey to America now, he would never openly admit it. If he did then he would admit he made a mistake and that was something he didn’t do. He looked down at the Frenchman, laughing and joking with his fiancé. It was sickening, it reminded him so much of the past and if history repeated itself then Breeze did not know if he could survive this time.

He gritted his teeth, he did not like to be in a trapped position, for now he was though.

Breeze: Did it have to come to this?

The rhetorical whisper echoed through the wind, carrying till it faded as everything did

FADE OUT