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	2008.07.14  07.30 Congratulations! Your Screen Name is: MrTriplecrowNAj Well I would hope so because if it said that my screen name is 'prettypinkpony' I would begin to wonder what the heck was running through my mind when I went through all of that to even get a screen name, and most of you would probably wonder what in the heck is wrong with me. This one fits though, it gives plenty of information on me. MR. informs you that I'm..a mister, TNA tells you what company I work for predominantly, Triple crowN tells you that I've done what few others have, and Aj gives you an idea of what to call me. Sounds simple enough, right? WRONG! That only tells you so much though. For example does it really tell you who I am? I mean sure it tells you which member of the TNA roster I am, but does it tell you that in my spare time I'm a video game addict? It really doesn't. How about the job it does in telling you that my two little punks are named Ajay and Avery? Not a very good one if I may say so myself. It probably doesn't tell you that recently my wife kicked me out on my butt because the rigors of me being on the road have taken their toll on her. What? Oh nothing, just that apart of my monthly income now goes to paying for an apartment that's half the size of the first floor of my house. Bet'cha my screen name wouldn't have told ya that either. It's so silly that AOL tries selling you on setting up a screen name that fits you. What they should do is let you come up with a name like 'TNAemployeeVideoGameAddictedFatherofAjayandAverySeparatedhusbandKickedFromHom' missing the 'e' because it leaves you just enough room to create a fitting screen name to get all the way to the very last letter of it so that you have to go back in and try to take out some of the letters that are less important, but still define what you're trying to get across so it becomes something like 'TNAemplyeeVdeoGmeAddictdFathrofAjay&AvrySepratdHsbndKikdFrmHome'. Which turns out to be fitting for only like, a few months before you have to appropriately change it to 'TNAemplyeeVdeoGmeAddictdFathrofAjay&AveryDvrcdXHsbndKikdFrmHome', but by that time your screen name is so stinkin long that you might as well not even give it out to anyone because all it takes is one letter out of place and they would never know if you're on. I tell ya, the art of being social has all gone to heck in a handbasket with txting and instant messaging. When the heck did picking up a phone or better yet actually going over to someone's house to chit chat for a little while become so unpopular? Right about the time that Sony came out with the Playstation and Nintendo had the Nintendo 64 ruling the world. It's a lot easier to pause your favorite video game for five-seconds to type up 'lol that wuz so funny' than it is to dial up a number. Am I talking about me when I get to playing Call Of Duty? PFT! No waaaaaay. I just so happen to be one of those gamers who just turns everything else off when I play a video game so I can get lost for two..three...four...seven....ten-hours at a time  without interruption from an IM or txt message. What's the use for either of those technologies when I can just put my headset on and turn on the talk feature while I get a double alien head shot from across a canyon with a sniper rifle and tell Joe or Spanky just how much they suck all at once? Or I can just leave the microphone off while I listen to a bunch of ten-year old kids tell me how much I suck balls or how they had relations with my mother while I kill them with merciless fury. Chances are that's the route that I'll take when I receive an invitation from someone that I don't know and don't really care to just randomly talk to someone that I have no idea how they got my GT. That of course is what I do when I'm not on the road and don't have the little thugs running around the apartment raising every kind of holy hell that they can. Ajay and Avery are at that age now where they get into eeeeeeeeeeeeeeverything and do everything in their power to drive both Wendy and I nuts every chance they get. If you want to see me cringe just at the sound of a ringing phone? Tell Ajay to climb up on the couch and dive off onto the couch pillow or Mojo when the boys are with Wendy and you'll see a 30-year old man instantly turn into a cowering little 8-year old who just dropped the f-bomb at the dinner table. I ain't even beginning to kid either, that woman may be tiny but when she flips her lid it's like she grows eight-feet tall, turns crimson red, sprouts a tail and horns, and carried a flaming pitchfork. Granted at least now when satan incarnate comes to earth and dials my phone numer I can usually just hang the phone up on her, but would you do such a thing when all it would take is for her to hop in the car and drive a few miles to your door and scare you to death? I don't either. Right about now Joe would be laughing his butt off at the sight of me curled up in the fetal position with Wendy standing over me yelling at the top of her lungs up until Chris cuts him off telling about the time when Wendy turned the gun on him for laughing. Not a pretty sight, let me tell you. She of course isn't satan incarnate, and I'm not saying that just because she would have me castrated if she ever found out which she probably would; but I say that because she's not THAT bad. Ya know how every story has two-sides to it? Well I've done my fair share to drive her to the kukoo's nest over the years. Could you imagine being married to the guy who stands at the top of a ladder ontop of a cage just because it's apart of his job? How about working a full-time job with your husband on the road a good 200+ days a year while trying to maintain a household with two children? I admit, a good part of our problems stem from my choices. Sure I could go to WWE and work 200+ days a year making enough money that she didn't have to work and could stay at home with the boys, but I highly doubt that I'd be happy with what they would do with me, and I know that being a stay at home mom would drive her bonkers after the first two or three months. There's no telling just yet where things are going to go with Wendy and I. We may just be going through a temporary seperation after the years and years of being together, or this may be the very beginning of the end for the two of us. Either way she will always be a major part in my life because of the boys and because of everything that we've gone through over the years. There used to be a time when I would've told you that Wendy and I would be together forever with nothing ever coming between us, and there have been times when I've wondered how in the heck we've made it as long as we have. One thing that I have never made secret is my faith, I am a Christian but I am the biggest sinner in the world. I try to keep a level head, but I screw up. I've exposed some of my greatest faults, but like all men of flesh and blood I'll never be perfect. Ask anyone in our profession and they'll tell you just how difficult it can be to maintain spiritual strength with the temptations that are faced on a daily basis. There are a lot of gorgeous women that come onto me while I'm out on the road, and I don't want to say that the problems at home with Wendy make it harder to fight but the temptation does seem to be stronger. I took a vow in front of my family, friends, and god to love and honor my wife; and not that it changes the fact but until those papers have been filed and processed I am going to stick to the promise that I made so many years ago. I honestly can say that if it weren't for my faith that I wouldn't know where I would be in this life, I would probably still be the same punk kid that I was in high school when I was arrested. It would be hard to tell if AJ Styles would exist today in the capacity that he does if Allen Jones didn't have the inner strength to deal with everything that is faced while out on the road. My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever. -Psalm 73:26 Music: 3 Doors Down: Duck And Run