Been thinking about you a lot today. Wanted to touch base. Miss you babe. XOXO
The number of words it takes in a text message, along with some perfectly placed hugs and kisses, for me to lose the love of my life.
The time spent having to live without her.
How long I’ve spent believing that pro wrestling is what I was born to do.
Who I was meant to be.
All the time needed for Avery Davis to prove the last twenty years wrong, showing me what I was really made to be.
One More Shot.
What I need in order to make things right.
To win the real prize.
And this time…never let it go.
If you’re here looking for cleverly placed buzz words or declarations of love, you’re shit out of luck. But if you’re a fan of keeping shit real, settle in and let me tell you a little story.
My name is Brady Raines and for the last twenty-eight years, I’ve been born and bred to do only one thing. Grab the reins (get it?) from my father and rise to the top of the wrestling business the way he did thirty years before me.
I was more than happy to do it.
At least I was until I turned seventeen and stupidly fell in what I thought was true love. So sure about it that I dropped to one knee two years later and proposed.
(Hey now. I never said it was gonna be a good story)
But like a lot of things in my life that don’t center on what I do in the ring, I managed to screw that up too. Completely unable to see the very clear writing on the wall until I had it kicked into me by a little spitfire from a Podunk town in Delaware.
Somewhere in the midst of a hilarious case of mistaken identity and some twin magic, before the cliff diving, but after the bowling, the little spitfire did something I didn’t think anyone would ever be capable of doing again.
She stole my heart.
This is a love declaration, but did you really expect it to go down any other way?
If you’re listening, you were right. I screwed up.
And I swear to you, the next time we see each other, things will be better.
I’ll be better.
I’ll be the man you deserve.
I swear it.
I’m Brady, the other idiot up there is Jackson, and this is the story of how two beautifully identical women taught our dumb asses the greatest lesson of all.
Love Always Wins.