Post by destroyyou555 on Nov 20, 2007 4:06:53 GMT -6
Collision has past us, and the backlash is now upon us, as we heard towards Toronto, The second home of Trent Helms, just located a few hours away from his home in Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada. Two days ago, we saw Davey Ortega finally gain some revenge against No Warning Shots, as he successful took the X-Treme Title away from Joe Everyman...We also saw Reckless Jack side with his brother, and make a shocking statement, that The Holland brothers father, ended up killing the father of Jack and Spike...Also not to take away from that..We saw the in-ring debut of Indy Scene legend and wrestling pioneer, Trent Helms as he teamed with current National Champion, Ricky Johnson to take on Reckless Jack and Jack Manson, with Helms eventfully picking up the pin fall over Jack Manson, now we head into another week of Collision, and it would seem that Helms would be involved in a possible 3-way...no not that kind of three way you sick perverts...with Jack defending against Helms and.
*Ahem*
Anyways, It seem very possible that the self proclaimed Highest Paid Superstar in nCw history, would make a appearance in Toronto, a place where he is treated as a god, where if anyone even remotely laid a finger on him, despite what side of the line they walk on, would instantly be booed out of the building...
{{The Scene opens once again at Trent Helms Production Company, Mayhem productions, the weather in Toronto is actually beautiful besides it nearly being near freezing, it's everyday business as usual as the employees there sort threw phone calls, and everyday life that comes with working for the company..We camera focuses on a nearby window, as we see Trent Helms just staring outwards, looking at the sky, He isn't wearing the usual clothing that comes with running your own worldwide company, as he is wearing a pair of loose cut pants, with several iron-on patches attached to them, including The Umbrella Logo, from Resident Evil, and The Gears Logo from Gears of War, You can also see him, sporting a Social Distortion T-Shirt, as he takes another drag of his cigarette...from the outside, you could possibly tell, there is something troubling him in his personal life, This isn't the Trent we see sprouting how highly paid he is, and seems very relaxed, almost as if he was out-of-character.}}
Trent just sighs, while staring at the Sky Needle in Toronto, as he drops his half smoked cigarette in a nearby ashtray.
{{The Camera zooms in, as you can begin hearing Wonderboy By Tenacious D near him, he reaches in his pocket, and picks up his cell phone, he quickly hits a button, not seeming interested in taking the call, He tilts his head slightly, and notices the cameraman, who has been focusing in on Trent...He signs, his left eye, covered with Eye Liner, done in similar style to the movie A Clockwork Orange, His hair has also changed since Collision, as it had added a few tints of blue into the mix.}}
Gimme Five Minutes he yells towards the cameraman, as the camera goes to a blank screen.
{{The camera comes back on several moments, later, Trent now has changed moves, him leaning up against a nearby doorway.}}
The Reason I have gathered here today with you, was to share a few thoughts of mine...First off, I would like to say, I'm sorry to a tag team partner of mine, I honestly knew little about you, when I actually got signed on to nCw..oh wait the hell.
{Trent slaps his face}
I'm not sorry for short changing you this past week on Collision, honestly, i did what I had to do, for the interest of this business that is slowing dying, that is being suffocated by the fame that comes along with it. You seem to be a very smart man, So I will just cut the disrespectful words, that usual follow, no, You are slightly better then that, and actually look forward to a eventfully one on one encounter with you. You have talent, I will give you that, and never will try to take that away from you. It was people like yourself, Like Reckless Jack, and even our World Champion that I came to be known as the Angelic Diablo, which is more then a name I assure you...Johnson, if you don't mind...actually you shouldn't and it won't matter as this will be a recording, when you finally get around to seeing it.
When I came to nCw, in the costly video segments I ran, I said I was here simply to destroy, and that is true, Why you ask? I hate what wrestling has become...and I know my comments will highly be looked down upon by management, but honestly, that was a sacriface I made when I decided to start doing what I do. I miss the days, where it was about actually putting on a good match...Not the Old School way, that Davey Boone always praised himself about. No, the old school way never went away, It's still here today, just slightly modified...No...I'm taking about when two men, step into the ring, not caring who wins, Not caring who loses, just making sure the fans left happy, was there main goal...That was something I once respect Davey Boone for...however he changed, His demons got the best of him, and he lost focus on making the fans happy, and was more concerned about his career...Now to Mr. Silent Assassin...Yes I will admit, Boone gave me a chance when no one else wanted to, I respected him for that, however he lost control soon after that...He pretty much lost all sense of the business, and began caring about his own career. The latter of which was shown I returned from injury to reclaim the title I never lost. During that time, I got to watch closely and studied him...It was then I realized, we went again everything I ever was taught to believe...I tried to never give up hope on him., however it eventually got worse from there.
{{You can Trent is starting to get a little emotional}}
Davey Boone ended up becoming a Parasite, and with advances in the Internet, The truth about the savior come out, granted only about a fourth of the wrestling fanbase, is what many consider a internet fan. The truth came out about the games he played backstage and what kind of human being he was..While I may of not liked the man for what he became, It is tragic he met his end, before he could realize what he had became, and possibly changed. He has a slight meaning in the reason, why I was dubbed online, The Angelic Diablo by fans, due to my actions when it came to fighting for what was right...Are my actions justified? Yes they are...Should I be doing them...No, not in this lifetime..I tried to play Savior when it came to saving Pro Wrestling before, by fighting for the right of good, however as just a mere man, I was pushed aside, Ignored, Laughed at...No, I had to become something more, if I was going to ever say wrestling, More Important...nCw, I would have to become a new symbel if you will. I had to learn to fight fire with fire, I could be a good guy, but I had to have a dark side to fall back on....
Which is why, I came to Reckless Jack first, I had to show him, I was dead serious by attacking him after his hard fought victory of Christian Kane. I had to make a statement to get his attention, I knew if I did so, and Me and Jack would lock up, it would be a small victory in what I stand for, and what Jack himself claims he stands for...Pro Wrestling in it's purest form, But Drab....almost actually said it. But he who I wish not to name, because his presence is spoiling what was going to be, an amazing match, where no titles had to be on the line, no fancy story to be told, just two men, trying to see, who the better man was, while making the fans go happy, that for one match, they got the most amazing showing possible from two wrestler in the ring, and of course, you had to interfere didn't you? Why, because the fame of your name possibly being on the Marquee seems appealing to you, figures, that if no one is talking about a Boone, then a boone isn't listening to what they say. I seriously hope you see the mistakes your uncle made, and you change...I was hoping that you could see the light that myself and hopefully Jack, would of had shining on us, as we tore the roof down, and having fans doing something more then cheering and booing...Because the most important thing people seem to forget...Leonard Fox included...If the fans aren't caring...You're aren't getting over.
Now before I break away and focus my attention on, he who doesn't deserve to be named fully...Ricky Johnson...You are a bright burning star, that will eventually be something great, I said earier...that not even I could take away from you\. But even you two are slowly starting to get blinded by fame...The farther thing from your mind, when you had that cute punk rock chick, that I swear I screwed a couple of years ago...I swear Mercedes, It was before we were together...wasn't wrestling, but the nice paycheck you were going to get for degrading yourself enough to stoop to that level. Johnson I respect you, because you do seem to have a love for this business besides selling out, for the fame of a quick buck...I sold you short last week, but watching you in the ring this past week, made me realized, that you could indeed be, another Saint to this business in due time...I really hope you will stop selling out, because in the end, you think the fans are going to care what kind of dedorant you use?
Now where was I?
Dear..unknown midcarder, you should know who you are, because as the biggest acquisition this company has ever had, I feel it is below me, and would simply cripple my credibility if I even mentioned your name out loud...Thank You for finally releasing that I was right, that leeching off the legacy of someone who greatest achievement was winning a world title in a federation no one cared about, I glad I could help you have a break threw, now that is done out of the way. it's time for you to cease and desist your quest to get in my way of archiving my first of many achievement's, I will undoubtfully archive here in nCw. So why don't you run along, and play in the X-Treme Title division until I finish my business with the newly re dubbed Brad Kane. I'm sure you could be pretty good at someone bashing your skull in with a blunt object, your uncle, was seemingly only good at that in his less then stellar career..But if you really wish to further get in my way, Then by all means, step up to the plate, I will be there with a baseball bat to decapitate you when you even get remotely in my eyesight, and trust me, I don't need to be a steroid injected guy who is about to face thirty years in prison, to be able to do it...You talked about how if it wasn't for your uncle, I wouldn't have a ego problem, I beg the differ..The difference between mine and your uncle ego is, that I was able to actually do something outside of that s*ithole, called the original nCw...I traveled the world, even as a former champion there as a unknown, I went to IWF, as a unknown, as nCw did no justice to my career at that point....what did I do, become the most highly talked about wrestler in that promotion...Your uncle just went there to collect a paycheck, before he was sent home because he didn't know how to back up the claims that he vomited out...Same thing in another promotion, that actually had live television shows unlike the original nCw...what did he do there? nothing..He best remembered as a guy who crapped his pants when a box of sweet & low packets fell from the top of the arena, that is some legacy that you were beginning to leech off of...if you're really interested in that becoming your fate? Then continue on the path you are on, if not step out of my way and be thankful, that I am not asking Jack to defend his title against me out of spite.
*Trent pulls a pack of unopened cigarettes out of his left pocket, as he slaps the top half of the box against the palm of his hand, before ripping off the plastic seal and opening the pack, he randomly pulls the first one out, and brings it up to his lips, as he reaches into another pocket, pulling out a blue blick lighter, he flicks his thumb against the lighter and ignites it, before finally lighting the cigarette, he pauses for a moment, taking the filtered goodness of his cancer stick in, before blowing the smoke out of his nose.*
So I give you two choices... Let me settle my ordeal with Brad Kane, Reckless Jack...C.M Jack, whatever name he wants to go by, and you can pick up whatever is left, and claim the X-Division Title as your own, I honestly don't care what your business is with him, and that he actually pinned you cleanly in a title tournament. I mean seriously, is that your whole deal with him, your grand scheme of revenge against Jack, is to take his X-Division Title because, what...he proved he was a far superior wrestler to you? It seems lack of brains runs in the family..So let me have my match with Jack and humble him, showing him, he is not the innovator he thinks he is...Or there is option B, You continue to stand in my way, and piss me off every chance you get. Let me remind you of something, I'm not a very pleasant person when I get pissed off, and trust me, I have had alot to get pissed off about in my life...Knite would know this as well as I...We lived thru IWF, and the garbage it called entertainment...It pissed me off when murdering an opponent was allowed, and nearly saw the end of my beautiful wife Mercedes Helms...I lived thru the horrors that the owner, who was more insane in Davey Ortega is a genius, put me thru...I survived and became a household name after the whole ordeal..which proves, that while your uncle gave me a chance....I ended up exceeding on my own, and became a larger then life superstar....So if you choose to continue down that path, then we will play a little game...You claim your uncle dubbed the Giant Killer....Well if you want to prove you so great? Why don't I give you a chance to try to slay a giant yourself? So I'm giving you this option...Either you back off, let me take care of what I need to take care, which doesn't involve the X-Division Title itself, just the man who holds it...Or you continue to piss me off? I will take the first option if I was you...but knowing that stupidity runs in your family, you will continue to defy me...So how about next week...You get your chance to show, how much of a Giant Killer you are? When you face a giant of a man, of my choosing, and I assure you, it won't be a hasbeen like Shane Corgan or any one, your uncle wrestled, no...You will face a man, who tore thru everyone in his path...destroy something that was once unbreakable, and a man, who doesn't care who is thrown in his way, as long as they meet the same fate of having there body broken in half, and they career shorten...I give to you a man...Who needs to introduction...I give to you, my own personal problem solver....Vincent Romero!
The sounds of a zippo flicking open is heard, and the face of Romero is illuminated as he lights a fat cigar. The smoke curls up around the dark shades, and he grins.::
Well, well, well...Seth...Dribble, is it? Drabble? Double? It doesn't make any difference to me, Seth. I can call you "Seth", can't I? Like we're friends? Of COURSE I can, Seth. See, Seth...I...am option "B"...the secondary option. The offer of mutually assured destruction. I...am Defcon 5, the walking weapon of mass destruction.
::He clears his throat, and puffs smoke as he smirks a bit.::
You see, Seth...Trent speaks the truth. I don't care who your uncle was...is..or will be. I don't CARE who you are, where you're from...where you've been...what you've done, what you hope to do. I'm your brick wall, the end of the line...the hand shake at the end of the deal that seals the contract. And if you choose option B, Seth...then you and I...we both exist for only one reason, one single, undeniable purpose. I exist to destroy...to terrify...to crush....maim...destroy everything in my path, beginning with you. And YOU exist...only as a footnote, a casualty in a war that you'll wish you never started.
*Trent steps in front of Romero, clearly noting that Romero has about a entire foot over Trent, who is still smoking the small cigerette as before*
You see...Romero, will you please say his name for me
Romero smirks a bit, and lowers his head, speaking the word in a way that puts one in mind of a carnivore tasting the flesh of a fresh kill.::
Seth Drabble....
*Trent slowly steps away from Romero, a little creep ed out*
Yes, The name that my problem solver just stated, I am not messing around when I gave you two options, One of them works to both our advantages, but like a Boone, you can be quite thick headed, and can't even see when the writing is already on the wall....Honestly if I was you, I would take option A, because in the end, you will ultimately get what you want, and option A, no one get's hurt, everyone is happy, other then Romero here, since he is just ready to unleash months of torment upon anyone who I would happen to point my finger at....Don't believe me....shall I give you a example?
Romero is pacing back and forth behind Trent, his eyes on the camera from beneath a lowered brow, the muscles of his jaw clenched.::
*Trent just smirks and points at a nearby employee of Trent's production company*
Romero just Shrugs and spear tackles the guy out of the blue. It almost looks like a rhino plowing through a rice paper wall as he drives the hapless MPC employee into the cement hard. Ray Lewis would be proud.::
*Trent walks over to the downed employee who body begins twitching, as a look of distrain comes over Trent face*
Trent: I think you made him crap himself
Romero continues pacing back and forth behind Trent as if the small ammount of carnage he just unleashed isn't satisfyingly enough for his tastes*
So Mr. Disruptive Alliance, Is Option A starting to sink into that thick skull of yours yet? Or have the bleach you used to highlight hair stopping you from actually using Logic...I really don't wish harm upon you, because it would be a shame to see your young career not even being able to get off the ground...My Problem Solver wasn't bought in for you, no, He, much like myself does serve a entirely different purpose then picking up, the wins, or adding a measly title to our collection like it has some kind of value...No I myself am above Professional Wrestling, and only still show up, because it entertains me slightly, while ultimate completing my ultimate goal here, slowly but surely picking apart this mockery of a promotion...A Promotion that refuses to book it's highest paid superstar in a match, in a place, where he is considered god1
*Trent faces quickly turns to anger*
Honestly Fox, what the hell are you thinking? As a fellow Canadian, you should know that eventually announcing Trent Helms will make an appearing in Toronto would instantly provoke a sellout, instead you tend to go the American way of booking things, giving them matches that they don't really want to see. Has your business sense that once made you so famous? What the hell ever happened to it? This is seriously one of the many reason I have came back to pro wrestling, to destroy the mockery that American makes of it. I honestly couldn't sit back any longer, watching as the legacy, I helped create, that your son in law helped create.
*Trent sighs*
A Legacy, yes, even Davey Boone had a slight part in making, honestly Pro Wrestling has turned into a game of..How many times have I been to prison, how many many girls can I sleep with on camera, and it's turn into a game of...I was molested as a child because someone killed my parents....Bah Bah Bah...Nobody honestly gives a flying (BEEP) about that, you think people spend money to see that, If they wanted that, they would properly go to the nearest blockbuster video, pick up a Keenu Reeves movie, pop it into there DVD Player and watch it, not spend twenty bucks to come to a show, and watch a man, seeking revenge on someone...Honestly it sickens me, because I had to deal with that crap in a garbage federation in Pontiac, Illinois, where the owner was more focused on having cyber sex with 14 years old, then having a actual product.
I remember once upon a time when I was only 19....There was the old school way of doing thing...Then I came to the states....Then there was evolution...The donning of a new era in Professional Wrestling, where it was okay to be the 5 foot 10 guy, with tons of raw talent....That Revolution was started by me...And sadly it seemed to end with me...as Pro Wrestling turn to crap, where storylines are everything and actual talent means nothing...I actually did what very few men, could ever do...actually change the foundation of Pro Wrestling...and now I get absolutely no respect for actually, gasp...knowing how to tell a story with my actions, no with my mouth...I am basically being crapped on because of my ideals...I was raised on one saying...In Japan...Wrestling Is Life, In Mexico...Wrestling Is History, In Canada, Wrestling Is Tradition, then you get to the United States, where Pro Wrestling is considered a joke, nothing by a cherade put on by promoters around the country looking to make a quick buck.
So, It's either water yourself down, or fail? What is it, that you want me to do...limit my moveset down to 3 moves, wear yellow tights? Shake The Ropes? Say My Name Twice? Screw the bosses daughter? Well can't do that one...Adam Knite has beat me to it. So what is it, you are wanting me to do? Do you want me to lower my standards and drop down...and actually give a crap about facing a guy who instead of taking time away from the business to get over his uncle death, but instead parades it to the whole world, like we are supposed to care about him? Honestly Leonard, 13 Million Dollars can only motivate me for so long, because I just say...Screw This. Because the way things are going, I could simply walk away from this business altogether, Either change the way, things are going...Or I will be left with no choice...Leaving My Creation....Broken Into Nothing!
*Ahem*
Anyways, It seem very possible that the self proclaimed Highest Paid Superstar in nCw history, would make a appearance in Toronto, a place where he is treated as a god, where if anyone even remotely laid a finger on him, despite what side of the line they walk on, would instantly be booed out of the building...
{{The Scene opens once again at Trent Helms Production Company, Mayhem productions, the weather in Toronto is actually beautiful besides it nearly being near freezing, it's everyday business as usual as the employees there sort threw phone calls, and everyday life that comes with working for the company..We camera focuses on a nearby window, as we see Trent Helms just staring outwards, looking at the sky, He isn't wearing the usual clothing that comes with running your own worldwide company, as he is wearing a pair of loose cut pants, with several iron-on patches attached to them, including The Umbrella Logo, from Resident Evil, and The Gears Logo from Gears of War, You can also see him, sporting a Social Distortion T-Shirt, as he takes another drag of his cigarette...from the outside, you could possibly tell, there is something troubling him in his personal life, This isn't the Trent we see sprouting how highly paid he is, and seems very relaxed, almost as if he was out-of-character.}}
Trent just sighs, while staring at the Sky Needle in Toronto, as he drops his half smoked cigarette in a nearby ashtray.
{{The Camera zooms in, as you can begin hearing Wonderboy By Tenacious D near him, he reaches in his pocket, and picks up his cell phone, he quickly hits a button, not seeming interested in taking the call, He tilts his head slightly, and notices the cameraman, who has been focusing in on Trent...He signs, his left eye, covered with Eye Liner, done in similar style to the movie A Clockwork Orange, His hair has also changed since Collision, as it had added a few tints of blue into the mix.}}
Gimme Five Minutes he yells towards the cameraman, as the camera goes to a blank screen.
{{The camera comes back on several moments, later, Trent now has changed moves, him leaning up against a nearby doorway.}}
The Reason I have gathered here today with you, was to share a few thoughts of mine...First off, I would like to say, I'm sorry to a tag team partner of mine, I honestly knew little about you, when I actually got signed on to nCw..oh wait the hell.
{Trent slaps his face}
I'm not sorry for short changing you this past week on Collision, honestly, i did what I had to do, for the interest of this business that is slowing dying, that is being suffocated by the fame that comes along with it. You seem to be a very smart man, So I will just cut the disrespectful words, that usual follow, no, You are slightly better then that, and actually look forward to a eventfully one on one encounter with you. You have talent, I will give you that, and never will try to take that away from you. It was people like yourself, Like Reckless Jack, and even our World Champion that I came to be known as the Angelic Diablo, which is more then a name I assure you...Johnson, if you don't mind...actually you shouldn't and it won't matter as this will be a recording, when you finally get around to seeing it.
When I came to nCw, in the costly video segments I ran, I said I was here simply to destroy, and that is true, Why you ask? I hate what wrestling has become...and I know my comments will highly be looked down upon by management, but honestly, that was a sacriface I made when I decided to start doing what I do. I miss the days, where it was about actually putting on a good match...Not the Old School way, that Davey Boone always praised himself about. No, the old school way never went away, It's still here today, just slightly modified...No...I'm taking about when two men, step into the ring, not caring who wins, Not caring who loses, just making sure the fans left happy, was there main goal...That was something I once respect Davey Boone for...however he changed, His demons got the best of him, and he lost focus on making the fans happy, and was more concerned about his career...Now to Mr. Silent Assassin...Yes I will admit, Boone gave me a chance when no one else wanted to, I respected him for that, however he lost control soon after that...He pretty much lost all sense of the business, and began caring about his own career. The latter of which was shown I returned from injury to reclaim the title I never lost. During that time, I got to watch closely and studied him...It was then I realized, we went again everything I ever was taught to believe...I tried to never give up hope on him., however it eventually got worse from there.
{{You can Trent is starting to get a little emotional}}
Davey Boone ended up becoming a Parasite, and with advances in the Internet, The truth about the savior come out, granted only about a fourth of the wrestling fanbase, is what many consider a internet fan. The truth came out about the games he played backstage and what kind of human being he was..While I may of not liked the man for what he became, It is tragic he met his end, before he could realize what he had became, and possibly changed. He has a slight meaning in the reason, why I was dubbed online, The Angelic Diablo by fans, due to my actions when it came to fighting for what was right...Are my actions justified? Yes they are...Should I be doing them...No, not in this lifetime..I tried to play Savior when it came to saving Pro Wrestling before, by fighting for the right of good, however as just a mere man, I was pushed aside, Ignored, Laughed at...No, I had to become something more, if I was going to ever say wrestling, More Important...nCw, I would have to become a new symbel if you will. I had to learn to fight fire with fire, I could be a good guy, but I had to have a dark side to fall back on....
Which is why, I came to Reckless Jack first, I had to show him, I was dead serious by attacking him after his hard fought victory of Christian Kane. I had to make a statement to get his attention, I knew if I did so, and Me and Jack would lock up, it would be a small victory in what I stand for, and what Jack himself claims he stands for...Pro Wrestling in it's purest form, But Drab....almost actually said it. But he who I wish not to name, because his presence is spoiling what was going to be, an amazing match, where no titles had to be on the line, no fancy story to be told, just two men, trying to see, who the better man was, while making the fans go happy, that for one match, they got the most amazing showing possible from two wrestler in the ring, and of course, you had to interfere didn't you? Why, because the fame of your name possibly being on the Marquee seems appealing to you, figures, that if no one is talking about a Boone, then a boone isn't listening to what they say. I seriously hope you see the mistakes your uncle made, and you change...I was hoping that you could see the light that myself and hopefully Jack, would of had shining on us, as we tore the roof down, and having fans doing something more then cheering and booing...Because the most important thing people seem to forget...Leonard Fox included...If the fans aren't caring...You're aren't getting over.
Now before I break away and focus my attention on, he who doesn't deserve to be named fully...Ricky Johnson...You are a bright burning star, that will eventually be something great, I said earier...that not even I could take away from you\. But even you two are slowly starting to get blinded by fame...The farther thing from your mind, when you had that cute punk rock chick, that I swear I screwed a couple of years ago...I swear Mercedes, It was before we were together...wasn't wrestling, but the nice paycheck you were going to get for degrading yourself enough to stoop to that level. Johnson I respect you, because you do seem to have a love for this business besides selling out, for the fame of a quick buck...I sold you short last week, but watching you in the ring this past week, made me realized, that you could indeed be, another Saint to this business in due time...I really hope you will stop selling out, because in the end, you think the fans are going to care what kind of dedorant you use?
Now where was I?
Dear..unknown midcarder, you should know who you are, because as the biggest acquisition this company has ever had, I feel it is below me, and would simply cripple my credibility if I even mentioned your name out loud...Thank You for finally releasing that I was right, that leeching off the legacy of someone who greatest achievement was winning a world title in a federation no one cared about, I glad I could help you have a break threw, now that is done out of the way. it's time for you to cease and desist your quest to get in my way of archiving my first of many achievement's, I will undoubtfully archive here in nCw. So why don't you run along, and play in the X-Treme Title division until I finish my business with the newly re dubbed Brad Kane. I'm sure you could be pretty good at someone bashing your skull in with a blunt object, your uncle, was seemingly only good at that in his less then stellar career..But if you really wish to further get in my way, Then by all means, step up to the plate, I will be there with a baseball bat to decapitate you when you even get remotely in my eyesight, and trust me, I don't need to be a steroid injected guy who is about to face thirty years in prison, to be able to do it...You talked about how if it wasn't for your uncle, I wouldn't have a ego problem, I beg the differ..The difference between mine and your uncle ego is, that I was able to actually do something outside of that s*ithole, called the original nCw...I traveled the world, even as a former champion there as a unknown, I went to IWF, as a unknown, as nCw did no justice to my career at that point....what did I do, become the most highly talked about wrestler in that promotion...Your uncle just went there to collect a paycheck, before he was sent home because he didn't know how to back up the claims that he vomited out...Same thing in another promotion, that actually had live television shows unlike the original nCw...what did he do there? nothing..He best remembered as a guy who crapped his pants when a box of sweet & low packets fell from the top of the arena, that is some legacy that you were beginning to leech off of...if you're really interested in that becoming your fate? Then continue on the path you are on, if not step out of my way and be thankful, that I am not asking Jack to defend his title against me out of spite.
*Trent pulls a pack of unopened cigarettes out of his left pocket, as he slaps the top half of the box against the palm of his hand, before ripping off the plastic seal and opening the pack, he randomly pulls the first one out, and brings it up to his lips, as he reaches into another pocket, pulling out a blue blick lighter, he flicks his thumb against the lighter and ignites it, before finally lighting the cigarette, he pauses for a moment, taking the filtered goodness of his cancer stick in, before blowing the smoke out of his nose.*
So I give you two choices... Let me settle my ordeal with Brad Kane, Reckless Jack...C.M Jack, whatever name he wants to go by, and you can pick up whatever is left, and claim the X-Division Title as your own, I honestly don't care what your business is with him, and that he actually pinned you cleanly in a title tournament. I mean seriously, is that your whole deal with him, your grand scheme of revenge against Jack, is to take his X-Division Title because, what...he proved he was a far superior wrestler to you? It seems lack of brains runs in the family..So let me have my match with Jack and humble him, showing him, he is not the innovator he thinks he is...Or there is option B, You continue to stand in my way, and piss me off every chance you get. Let me remind you of something, I'm not a very pleasant person when I get pissed off, and trust me, I have had alot to get pissed off about in my life...Knite would know this as well as I...We lived thru IWF, and the garbage it called entertainment...It pissed me off when murdering an opponent was allowed, and nearly saw the end of my beautiful wife Mercedes Helms...I lived thru the horrors that the owner, who was more insane in Davey Ortega is a genius, put me thru...I survived and became a household name after the whole ordeal..which proves, that while your uncle gave me a chance....I ended up exceeding on my own, and became a larger then life superstar....So if you choose to continue down that path, then we will play a little game...You claim your uncle dubbed the Giant Killer....Well if you want to prove you so great? Why don't I give you a chance to try to slay a giant yourself? So I'm giving you this option...Either you back off, let me take care of what I need to take care, which doesn't involve the X-Division Title itself, just the man who holds it...Or you continue to piss me off? I will take the first option if I was you...but knowing that stupidity runs in your family, you will continue to defy me...So how about next week...You get your chance to show, how much of a Giant Killer you are? When you face a giant of a man, of my choosing, and I assure you, it won't be a hasbeen like Shane Corgan or any one, your uncle wrestled, no...You will face a man, who tore thru everyone in his path...destroy something that was once unbreakable, and a man, who doesn't care who is thrown in his way, as long as they meet the same fate of having there body broken in half, and they career shorten...I give to you a man...Who needs to introduction...I give to you, my own personal problem solver....Vincent Romero!
The sounds of a zippo flicking open is heard, and the face of Romero is illuminated as he lights a fat cigar. The smoke curls up around the dark shades, and he grins.::
Well, well, well...Seth...Dribble, is it? Drabble? Double? It doesn't make any difference to me, Seth. I can call you "Seth", can't I? Like we're friends? Of COURSE I can, Seth. See, Seth...I...am option "B"...the secondary option. The offer of mutually assured destruction. I...am Defcon 5, the walking weapon of mass destruction.
::He clears his throat, and puffs smoke as he smirks a bit.::
You see, Seth...Trent speaks the truth. I don't care who your uncle was...is..or will be. I don't CARE who you are, where you're from...where you've been...what you've done, what you hope to do. I'm your brick wall, the end of the line...the hand shake at the end of the deal that seals the contract. And if you choose option B, Seth...then you and I...we both exist for only one reason, one single, undeniable purpose. I exist to destroy...to terrify...to crush....maim...destroy everything in my path, beginning with you. And YOU exist...only as a footnote, a casualty in a war that you'll wish you never started.
*Trent steps in front of Romero, clearly noting that Romero has about a entire foot over Trent, who is still smoking the small cigerette as before*
You see...Romero, will you please say his name for me
Romero smirks a bit, and lowers his head, speaking the word in a way that puts one in mind of a carnivore tasting the flesh of a fresh kill.::
Seth Drabble....
*Trent slowly steps away from Romero, a little creep ed out*
Yes, The name that my problem solver just stated, I am not messing around when I gave you two options, One of them works to both our advantages, but like a Boone, you can be quite thick headed, and can't even see when the writing is already on the wall....Honestly if I was you, I would take option A, because in the end, you will ultimately get what you want, and option A, no one get's hurt, everyone is happy, other then Romero here, since he is just ready to unleash months of torment upon anyone who I would happen to point my finger at....Don't believe me....shall I give you a example?
Romero is pacing back and forth behind Trent, his eyes on the camera from beneath a lowered brow, the muscles of his jaw clenched.::
*Trent just smirks and points at a nearby employee of Trent's production company*
Romero just Shrugs and spear tackles the guy out of the blue. It almost looks like a rhino plowing through a rice paper wall as he drives the hapless MPC employee into the cement hard. Ray Lewis would be proud.::
*Trent walks over to the downed employee who body begins twitching, as a look of distrain comes over Trent face*
Trent: I think you made him crap himself
Romero continues pacing back and forth behind Trent as if the small ammount of carnage he just unleashed isn't satisfyingly enough for his tastes*
So Mr. Disruptive Alliance, Is Option A starting to sink into that thick skull of yours yet? Or have the bleach you used to highlight hair stopping you from actually using Logic...I really don't wish harm upon you, because it would be a shame to see your young career not even being able to get off the ground...My Problem Solver wasn't bought in for you, no, He, much like myself does serve a entirely different purpose then picking up, the wins, or adding a measly title to our collection like it has some kind of value...No I myself am above Professional Wrestling, and only still show up, because it entertains me slightly, while ultimate completing my ultimate goal here, slowly but surely picking apart this mockery of a promotion...A Promotion that refuses to book it's highest paid superstar in a match, in a place, where he is considered god1
*Trent faces quickly turns to anger*
Honestly Fox, what the hell are you thinking? As a fellow Canadian, you should know that eventually announcing Trent Helms will make an appearing in Toronto would instantly provoke a sellout, instead you tend to go the American way of booking things, giving them matches that they don't really want to see. Has your business sense that once made you so famous? What the hell ever happened to it? This is seriously one of the many reason I have came back to pro wrestling, to destroy the mockery that American makes of it. I honestly couldn't sit back any longer, watching as the legacy, I helped create, that your son in law helped create.
*Trent sighs*
A Legacy, yes, even Davey Boone had a slight part in making, honestly Pro Wrestling has turned into a game of..How many times have I been to prison, how many many girls can I sleep with on camera, and it's turn into a game of...I was molested as a child because someone killed my parents....Bah Bah Bah...Nobody honestly gives a flying (BEEP) about that, you think people spend money to see that, If they wanted that, they would properly go to the nearest blockbuster video, pick up a Keenu Reeves movie, pop it into there DVD Player and watch it, not spend twenty bucks to come to a show, and watch a man, seeking revenge on someone...Honestly it sickens me, because I had to deal with that crap in a garbage federation in Pontiac, Illinois, where the owner was more focused on having cyber sex with 14 years old, then having a actual product.
I remember once upon a time when I was only 19....There was the old school way of doing thing...Then I came to the states....Then there was evolution...The donning of a new era in Professional Wrestling, where it was okay to be the 5 foot 10 guy, with tons of raw talent....That Revolution was started by me...And sadly it seemed to end with me...as Pro Wrestling turn to crap, where storylines are everything and actual talent means nothing...I actually did what very few men, could ever do...actually change the foundation of Pro Wrestling...and now I get absolutely no respect for actually, gasp...knowing how to tell a story with my actions, no with my mouth...I am basically being crapped on because of my ideals...I was raised on one saying...In Japan...Wrestling Is Life, In Mexico...Wrestling Is History, In Canada, Wrestling Is Tradition, then you get to the United States, where Pro Wrestling is considered a joke, nothing by a cherade put on by promoters around the country looking to make a quick buck.
So, It's either water yourself down, or fail? What is it, that you want me to do...limit my moveset down to 3 moves, wear yellow tights? Shake The Ropes? Say My Name Twice? Screw the bosses daughter? Well can't do that one...Adam Knite has beat me to it. So what is it, you are wanting me to do? Do you want me to lower my standards and drop down...and actually give a crap about facing a guy who instead of taking time away from the business to get over his uncle death, but instead parades it to the whole world, like we are supposed to care about him? Honestly Leonard, 13 Million Dollars can only motivate me for so long, because I just say...Screw This. Because the way things are going, I could simply walk away from this business altogether, Either change the way, things are going...Or I will be left with no choice...Leaving My Creation....Broken Into Nothing!