I'm pretty sore.

For a man his age, Badson defiantly understands how to work someone down. Just as he claims he does.

I'm not going to lie about it though, I took him for granted. I didn't expect that much of a fight out of a man his age. Hell, I didn't think it would last longer then five minutes, but I was obviously wrong.

The match did enlighten me though.

I was living on a high, everything was going great for me and I let it go to my head. The match against Badson was humbling, even though I won, I realized I can't take anyone for granted regardless of age, size, history, anything.

It also made me realize that I should have won that match much quicker and more efficiently. It almost makes me think that this wrestling thing is getting to my head and I'm not training as hard as I used to. I'm not here to put on a show or win the fans over, but when you get caught up in the moment it just happens.

Regardless, I respected Badson purely for his reputation before the match, but after stepping into the ring with him, he's earned my respect. The man has morals, dignity, and a good heart. There's not much more you can ask for in a person then all of that.

Now after a week of new found respect, it's back to business.

It turns out I've been selected to fight for Chris Extreme, a nazi. Quite frankly that's all I know about the fella and that's fine. I'm not looking to make friends. Business is business after all.

Maybe if I was looking to make some sort of reputation, I'm sure people would be asking me all kinds of questions.

"How can you work for a man like that?" And such. It's not my place to judge, but at least he believes in something. It's more then most people can say. This is just business to me.

Nothing more, nothing less.

Speaking of business.

I had been working for Amanda Nappa for a few months now. It seemed as if all of my job assignments since the first night have been redirected to keeping her safe.

Driving her where ever she needed to go, then just standing far enough away to not be a bother.

Watching her and the fiancee go out and make sure nothing happens to them.

I thought my skills could be better used elsewhere, but who was I to question what I was being paid to do.

Almost always, I was the only person around here while working. All of the other gentlemen worked for her fiancee, I was the only one particularly for her. I've heard numerous arguments over why I was being paid when there's others around. None of which ever escalated to where I needed to break things up.

I didn't quite understand her arrangement, but it wasn't my job to understand. However, when you're with someone of such beauty day in and day out. It's hard not to think about what kind of person they are.

Needless to say, the first month and some weeks were rather mysterious.

The most I'd get out of her was a "Hello" when I arrived for work. We wouldn't say much else, just the normal small talk to break the awkward silence, which in turn, just made things more awkward.

I was paid to protect, not to talk.

However, soon enough we had built a healthy friendship. When you are trusting someone with your life twelve hours a day, it isn't out of the ordinary to become friends with that person.

I knew people, but didn't have any real, straight up friends. No one that's known me my whole life and actually gave a shit.

Family aside.

So work became easier, less awkward, and honestly I was falling for her.

Don't get attached is one of the unwritten rules of the job.

When you're alone for the better part of your adult life, you can't help such things. Especially when a lovely women is offering her friendship and is there for you, in some form of the term.

It was mostly Amanda speaking most of the time. I had no real life or quarrels. I've done some things in my life that I'm not proud of, but it was things that she didn't need to hear about. Who would want to hear about the people and families you have harmed?

Never admit anything you have done is one of the unwritten rules of the job.

For some odd reason, I don't think she really knew how dangerous I was or could be. I was okay with that, for the longest time there wasn't any incidents I had to handle.

But that day.

One day.

One moment.

One instant.

Changed a whole lot of lives.

Never lay your hands on the member of the Family is one of the unwritten rules of the job.