Post by destroyyou555 on May 20, 2011 2:14:21 GMT -6
So, I am going to apoligize well in advance for this...
Wait, maybe I am not.
It seems to me, that according to another one of you ape descedents, that your planet is going to begin, what some made up book written by a low level lifeform, who has for centuries mistaken himself as being the all-mighty supreme ruler of the universe, well he didn't write it, he just had one of your primates write it...silly monkeys, always listening to imaginary beings.
Don't look at me like that, It is a proven fact, I came from a far superior planet, one of which, has no relegion, other then something I written down when I was bored one day, while the food that came from your planet, didn't quite sit well, with my superior digestive system..
Even your invention known as Taco Bell, can cripple the mightiest of warriors.
But, Trent Helms, a being who has claimed with a Iron Fist, eventually one day, I would indeed rule your planet, that I will sit on the throne, listening to mindless sheep flocking me, asking me questions like, why am I hear, what is the meaning of life, why did Rapture happen.
The Rapture is happening, I can assure you, as I Andrew Ryan (Trent) Helms am building a underwater city beneth your laughable bodies of waters you call Oceans, I already began work on this in 2009, hence, why all your land mammals beleived that you were safe, beleived that your world was no longer in danger, well atleast until a few hours ago, when some whacko, managed to somehow turn 2 plus 2 into seven thousand.
Nothing is going to happen, well nothing other then the fact, Steve Awesome will cut a promo, he'll pretend to be like me, he'll make jokes, he'll use the only primate that will be allowed to rule by my side when I take over this planet, in his promo, He will even try to spin my own promo around, he'll magically still be sitting outside of my earth house, four days after the last time that we saw him, and for some reason, he'll still be there, wearing the same clothes, in freezing canadian wrestler, calling me a homo or something...
If you are going to call me Homo anything Steve, it will be to call me Homo Superior you flithy rotten Homesapien.
However, I will make this bold claim right now, if your world is really ending, if your god, is seeing it as being time for that to happen, then perhaps I will make my move now, perhaps I will summon all my forces and take this planet over by force in a few hours, I have Megatron and Starscream on standby, The Silver Surfer is already en route to this planet, and I have had one of my top men working on this planet in secret for two years, waiting for this, preparing you humans for your end, and my pet Justin Bieber has done me well...
In the event does come, where God beats me to the punch, I'll just explain to him, he has failed to win 10 mortal kombat tournaments in a row, and let his other elder gods take care of the situlation, I can't dirty my hands on that...
But whatever....
You're be okay, Because I'm Trent Helms and I'm out of this world
I'm Trent Helms, and i'll be your hero baby....
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For all of you, who had to sit thru it, I apoligize for it...
No, not my rambling of my alter-ego ego who goes by the same name, maybe one day, there will be no need for Intergalactic Trent...one day....like when Steve Awesome is no longer around...but I'm not apoligizing for him, no.
I'm sorry that you had to waste ten minutes of your time, watching Steve throw out lame one-liners and attempt to belittle my name, thinking, just because he is Steve Awesome, he actually exists on my world, You see, this is my planet old friend, one I figured you were atleast good enough to exist in....
How greatly you failed in that aspect...
Now, I know, you are totally planning on unleashing some huge verbal assault on me, hoping to get a rise out of it, because quite frankly, I know you get off on seeing your opponents enter a state of dispair because your words cut thru them like a dagger. You want to see me go over the edge, You want to see me, cut a mindless promo against you, so that you gain the mental advantage over me...
Maybe you forgot, we were once the best of friends, sharing apartments, women, promos and even making Ricky Johnson look like a joke, the good ol days, but I learnt alot about you, and while you may think you know me, how I'm just a one trick pony who has to blow **** up for entertainment value, you beleive i have to feed off your every word...
I'm not your other, less talented tag team partner, not Rob...i personally had a bit to do with his growth from jobber to nCw Champion, I'm talking about The Ace, Mr. I have to take every single thing the opponent says and try to spin it into my own promo, then act as if nothing ever happened.
I know you thrive on making you opponent cry, making them feel like a piece of ****, who must kill themselves because they do not matter....No Steve....
YOU DO NOT MATTER!
But, just to play your game Steve, I'm going to be everything you claim that I am, so I smell like cigerettes and sex musk, you pretty much hinted I have horrible bathing habits, that I just mouth off mindless dumb things, and that while I am somewhat entertaining, my fifteen minutes of fame is already up, and you always mention my hair....
So by your theory....This would be me.
{{The scene opens up, as the camera begins a backwards countdown from 5, it slowly counts down before it reaches Zero, as Trent walks on-screen, not as the Trent that we know, but wearing a tanktop, covered in glitter and weird body paint, he stumbles forward, carrying a bottle of Jack Daniels}}
So pretty much, what you're saying is...I'm just like the rapper known as Ke...Dollar Sign....Ha
That i refuse to bathe, I leach on to Katy Perry and call her my best friend forever, and make passes at her bum husband.
This is me, in your eyes, well despite the fact, that she is built like a crackhead mutant, and is like a whole foot taller then me, I guess this is me....you totally got me...I like to brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack..
{{Trent opens up the bottle and swigs it in his mouth, then magically pulls a toilet brush out of his shorts, and shoves it in his mouth, brushing his teeth with it.
Now I feel like P-Diddy.
Wait....Not Yet
{{Trent reaches once again into his magically Ke$ha shorts, and pulls out a glass bottle of milk, and a sugar cookie, he proceeds to shove the entire sugar cookie down his throat without chewing on it, and then opens up the milk, which has a sticker claming it is from a Cambodian Immigrant, and swollows the whole thing}}
Is that Ke$ha enough for you?
Wait of course it's not....
{{Trent then proceeds to spit up the milk, leaving half of it, sitting on his face, not even bothering to wipe it off, suddenly Trent walks outside and begins squatting in his yard, and begins to pee much like a dog, he doesn't even bother to shake, as he just pulls up his pants, as it appears to still be dripping}}
Now that I got that done, it's time to go, because I'm not coming backl.
You see Steve, since I am such a hobo bum who smells of spunk and like I couldn't even know how to use a hair brush, I figured it would be funny, to see what I am to Steve Awesome, well beside a no-talent hack, his lackey, and a homeless dude...
Now that i look at that...maybe I didn't quite get it right the first time.
Let's try this again.
{{Fade To Black}}
{{Bring The Light Now}}
Suddenly Trent has reappeared once again, wearing a white buttonup shirt, that is actually not buttoned at all, he now has a full beard, and his hair has went from trashy blonde to dark brown...
{{Speaking with a British Accent}}
Maybe this is how you see me Steve. Do I look like Russell Brand to you, maybe i should go and stick some Heroine up my bum, while offering blowjobs for a rock, just a tiny piece, we know my mouth brings good money, I mean afterall, how many times did my mouth make you look like a god, and how many times did my mouth, ultimately do you in, along with my wrestling ability, or maybe it was just my ability to give a blowjob....
Come here other random bum, I'm going to go down on you, because I need to fill my drug addiction.....
Maybe I'll get to bang Katy Perry again too...
{{Suddenly Mercedes Lewis walks on-screen}}
There is the love of my life...
{{Mercedes obviciously not playing Katy Perry but herself responds}}
Yes, my darling, who I am so happy with, well content with, I mean, i could be up too my ballhair in crackhead vagina, and doing lines off of a fat midget ass, and motorboating a cougar in the parking lot of a bed, bath & beyond, but I'm atleast happy with you.
Mercedes happy to hear that Trent is happy to be with her...
Does that mean, You're going to be my Edward again?
{{Suddenly Trent has changed costumes again, this time, his hair is spiked up, his skin, as light as it usually is, is even paler, and he is once again covered in glitter}}
Wait a whole damn minute, it is sunny outside, and I'm not combusting into flames, and why am I covered in glitter, dammit, am I still in my Kesha attire?
No, Edward, you don't blow up when touch by sunlight, and it's not glitter, your skin is made of diamonds.
You mean, I'm Emma Frost now, I've been Emma Frost now for 15 seconds and I haven't even welcomed you to die, and if I'm a vampire, then I might as well do people a favor, and just rip your head off and suck the blood out your neck like me at a 7/11 when they have a new slurpee flavor.
Silly Trent, You're a vegitirian vampire...
Who the hell wrote this crap, glitter, no dying in sunlight, what is next, I can't use you like the easy whore you are, and just have a quickie...
No, You can not, one I'm not easy....you're a asshole, two....look at your finger, you're wearing a purity ring...
WHAT IN THE HELL, I'm now a undead jonas brother?
Screw this, I'm not doing this lame vampire things, and you know what sucks about being a vampire too, I could be like a hundred years old, and I can't have sex with cougars because there would be no such things...sorry Mercedes, maybe enough time.
{{Trent goes to leave, when suddenly, a whip wraps around his neck and pulls him down to the ground, the camera pans out, showing Mercedes with it, as she yanks hard, and then rolls over and pins her forearm against his throat}}
I've been trying to talk to you for freakin three weeks now, and each time, you blow me off, three freaking weeks, do you know how many secuity checks I have to go thru when I decide to show up to the arena all because of your best friend wife hates me with a passion, they pretty much make me leave my attire outside in my car and everything, and if it wasn't for Alysson, i wouldn't even be allowed in the locker room....I'm freaking tired of it, all the jokes, everyone making jokes about me, even my best friend in high school, who I ended up marrying and having a child with makes jokes at me only a daily basis...I'm tired of it, ****ing tired of it Trent, I'm tired no matter how much I try, despite how much I may or may not improved since the last time I was here, I'm still the walking joke.....Pancake Nipples this, Pancake Nipples that....It will never die....despite the fact...
{{Mercedes lifts up her shirt to where only Trent can see, Trent is covering his eyes in terror, until Mercedes slaps one of his arms away, as Trent has no choice to look, when all of a sudden, the look of terror changes}}
Wait a minute....they aren't huge anymore....actually now...I would say, they are quite nice...
{{Mercedes quickly puts her shirt back down}}
Can I get another look...
My boobs are not the point of this promo...
No...it would be what is inside my pants that is the point...
Mercedes sighs...
Help me Trent, Help me get better, tell me what I can do, I'm tired of Kelly just telling me how horrible I am, how the other Mercedes talks about how I don't exist, even Kathleen Conway....The women who at one time, had sex with a gay guy named Sexy Jason, and beleived she was a kitty kat, puts me down....When will it will...
If you would kindly remove your knee from my testicles, maybe I'll tell you...
{{Mercedes backs away}}
Okay, as your former husband, if you didn't come off as a complete bitch all the time, perhaps people wouldn't look down on you, I mean, you don't have the best career track record at all, I think the only time you've ever won a match, was against that asshole who will not be named, and that one pornstar that I jerked off too quite a bit as a teenager....
But I'm just doing what I do best...
It just seems that way, you seem to think being a bitch is your best asset, but you have charisma, you know how to cut a promo, but you're just trying too hard to be a character, trying too hard not to be yourself, Granted, you have became nothing more then a mecha bitch, you don't have fun anymore, this Twlight crap you're pulling....You're Twenty-Seven years old Mercedes, you're a little old to be having a crush on Robert Pattinson....
But...But...
And please for the love of god, Don't go all Zelda on us....I know technically if we were still married, yeah she would be your niece, and yes...I know quite well, you two look very similar and what not, but for your sake, so that you don't have to continue to suffer the wrath of the Knite family, just distanct yourself from Mercedes, hell it's a tactic, I'm doing for myself, don't get me wrong, I love my niece to death, Rob is pretty cool, still waiting to actually meet Xander in person, and I was having fun, helping Gib trying to play catch up and being able to understand the stuff his daughter does, but I need to push myself away from that, nCw is becoming all about Zelda, and while it seems to be a common trend to jump on that ship, that's not what I'm trying to be right now, I'm at a crossroads myself...much like youself, and quite frankly, I'm scared to death...
Trent Helms...scared...
It's been two years, two freaking years and while I hold a victory over Steve Awesome, i've beaten Venom, I still years ahead of Joe Everyman, and I didn't lose to Simon Daye, I just don't have the same confidence I had many years ago, I was unbeatable, people were scared of this five foot tall dude, they refused to mess with him, because he just took out whoever he felt, did whatever he liked, and whatnot....now Andrew Jacobsen is talking to me, like he is on my level...and truth be told, I can't say he isn't...
You're better then Jacobsen, he's a virgin and his girlfriend looks like a ...
{{Trent cuts Mercedes off}}
I told you, don't be a bitch....
{{Mercedes just remains quiet}}
But, Mercedes I'm scared, Yeah Steve is the man now, it kinda became that way, the moment he defeated me for the nCw Championship, Yes he did totally beat me, no matter how I try to spin it, no matter how many excuses I made, after all the pain, the rehab, and everything, Steve Awesome took the nCw Championship away from me, and has grown more powerful ever since, he now has Leonard Fox loving the way his farts smell, that was once me, I could of took a **** on television, beheaded a baby fetus in the middle of the ring, and Leo would of went to bat for me, but now, I'm just this dude, that wants to humble Steve Awesome, and I just don't know if I can, I mean I seriously don't...
{{Mercedes suddenly pounces ontop of Trent}}
What the hell are you doing?
Giving you your confidence back....
Wait, maybe I am not.
It seems to me, that according to another one of you ape descedents, that your planet is going to begin, what some made up book written by a low level lifeform, who has for centuries mistaken himself as being the all-mighty supreme ruler of the universe, well he didn't write it, he just had one of your primates write it...silly monkeys, always listening to imaginary beings.
Don't look at me like that, It is a proven fact, I came from a far superior planet, one of which, has no relegion, other then something I written down when I was bored one day, while the food that came from your planet, didn't quite sit well, with my superior digestive system..
Even your invention known as Taco Bell, can cripple the mightiest of warriors.
But, Trent Helms, a being who has claimed with a Iron Fist, eventually one day, I would indeed rule your planet, that I will sit on the throne, listening to mindless sheep flocking me, asking me questions like, why am I hear, what is the meaning of life, why did Rapture happen.
The Rapture is happening, I can assure you, as I Andrew Ryan (Trent) Helms am building a underwater city beneth your laughable bodies of waters you call Oceans, I already began work on this in 2009, hence, why all your land mammals beleived that you were safe, beleived that your world was no longer in danger, well atleast until a few hours ago, when some whacko, managed to somehow turn 2 plus 2 into seven thousand.
Nothing is going to happen, well nothing other then the fact, Steve Awesome will cut a promo, he'll pretend to be like me, he'll make jokes, he'll use the only primate that will be allowed to rule by my side when I take over this planet, in his promo, He will even try to spin my own promo around, he'll magically still be sitting outside of my earth house, four days after the last time that we saw him, and for some reason, he'll still be there, wearing the same clothes, in freezing canadian wrestler, calling me a homo or something...
If you are going to call me Homo anything Steve, it will be to call me Homo Superior you flithy rotten Homesapien.
However, I will make this bold claim right now, if your world is really ending, if your god, is seeing it as being time for that to happen, then perhaps I will make my move now, perhaps I will summon all my forces and take this planet over by force in a few hours, I have Megatron and Starscream on standby, The Silver Surfer is already en route to this planet, and I have had one of my top men working on this planet in secret for two years, waiting for this, preparing you humans for your end, and my pet Justin Bieber has done me well...
In the event does come, where God beats me to the punch, I'll just explain to him, he has failed to win 10 mortal kombat tournaments in a row, and let his other elder gods take care of the situlation, I can't dirty my hands on that...
But whatever....
You're be okay, Because I'm Trent Helms and I'm out of this world
I'm Trent Helms, and i'll be your hero baby....
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For all of you, who had to sit thru it, I apoligize for it...
No, not my rambling of my alter-ego ego who goes by the same name, maybe one day, there will be no need for Intergalactic Trent...one day....like when Steve Awesome is no longer around...but I'm not apoligizing for him, no.
I'm sorry that you had to waste ten minutes of your time, watching Steve throw out lame one-liners and attempt to belittle my name, thinking, just because he is Steve Awesome, he actually exists on my world, You see, this is my planet old friend, one I figured you were atleast good enough to exist in....
How greatly you failed in that aspect...
Now, I know, you are totally planning on unleashing some huge verbal assault on me, hoping to get a rise out of it, because quite frankly, I know you get off on seeing your opponents enter a state of dispair because your words cut thru them like a dagger. You want to see me go over the edge, You want to see me, cut a mindless promo against you, so that you gain the mental advantage over me...
Maybe you forgot, we were once the best of friends, sharing apartments, women, promos and even making Ricky Johnson look like a joke, the good ol days, but I learnt alot about you, and while you may think you know me, how I'm just a one trick pony who has to blow **** up for entertainment value, you beleive i have to feed off your every word...
I'm not your other, less talented tag team partner, not Rob...i personally had a bit to do with his growth from jobber to nCw Champion, I'm talking about The Ace, Mr. I have to take every single thing the opponent says and try to spin it into my own promo, then act as if nothing ever happened.
I know you thrive on making you opponent cry, making them feel like a piece of ****, who must kill themselves because they do not matter....No Steve....
YOU DO NOT MATTER!
But, just to play your game Steve, I'm going to be everything you claim that I am, so I smell like cigerettes and sex musk, you pretty much hinted I have horrible bathing habits, that I just mouth off mindless dumb things, and that while I am somewhat entertaining, my fifteen minutes of fame is already up, and you always mention my hair....
So by your theory....This would be me.
{{The scene opens up, as the camera begins a backwards countdown from 5, it slowly counts down before it reaches Zero, as Trent walks on-screen, not as the Trent that we know, but wearing a tanktop, covered in glitter and weird body paint, he stumbles forward, carrying a bottle of Jack Daniels}}
So pretty much, what you're saying is...I'm just like the rapper known as Ke...Dollar Sign....Ha
That i refuse to bathe, I leach on to Katy Perry and call her my best friend forever, and make passes at her bum husband.
This is me, in your eyes, well despite the fact, that she is built like a crackhead mutant, and is like a whole foot taller then me, I guess this is me....you totally got me...I like to brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack..
{{Trent opens up the bottle and swigs it in his mouth, then magically pulls a toilet brush out of his shorts, and shoves it in his mouth, brushing his teeth with it.
Now I feel like P-Diddy.
Wait....Not Yet
{{Trent reaches once again into his magically Ke$ha shorts, and pulls out a glass bottle of milk, and a sugar cookie, he proceeds to shove the entire sugar cookie down his throat without chewing on it, and then opens up the milk, which has a sticker claming it is from a Cambodian Immigrant, and swollows the whole thing}}
Is that Ke$ha enough for you?
Wait of course it's not....
{{Trent then proceeds to spit up the milk, leaving half of it, sitting on his face, not even bothering to wipe it off, suddenly Trent walks outside and begins squatting in his yard, and begins to pee much like a dog, he doesn't even bother to shake, as he just pulls up his pants, as it appears to still be dripping}}
Now that I got that done, it's time to go, because I'm not coming backl.
You see Steve, since I am such a hobo bum who smells of spunk and like I couldn't even know how to use a hair brush, I figured it would be funny, to see what I am to Steve Awesome, well beside a no-talent hack, his lackey, and a homeless dude...
Now that i look at that...maybe I didn't quite get it right the first time.
Let's try this again.
{{Fade To Black}}
{{Bring The Light Now}}
Suddenly Trent has reappeared once again, wearing a white buttonup shirt, that is actually not buttoned at all, he now has a full beard, and his hair has went from trashy blonde to dark brown...
{{Speaking with a British Accent}}
Maybe this is how you see me Steve. Do I look like Russell Brand to you, maybe i should go and stick some Heroine up my bum, while offering blowjobs for a rock, just a tiny piece, we know my mouth brings good money, I mean afterall, how many times did my mouth make you look like a god, and how many times did my mouth, ultimately do you in, along with my wrestling ability, or maybe it was just my ability to give a blowjob....
Come here other random bum, I'm going to go down on you, because I need to fill my drug addiction.....
Maybe I'll get to bang Katy Perry again too...
{{Suddenly Mercedes Lewis walks on-screen}}
There is the love of my life...
{{Mercedes obviciously not playing Katy Perry but herself responds}}
Yes, my darling, who I am so happy with, well content with, I mean, i could be up too my ballhair in crackhead vagina, and doing lines off of a fat midget ass, and motorboating a cougar in the parking lot of a bed, bath & beyond, but I'm atleast happy with you.
Mercedes happy to hear that Trent is happy to be with her...
Does that mean, You're going to be my Edward again?
{{Suddenly Trent has changed costumes again, this time, his hair is spiked up, his skin, as light as it usually is, is even paler, and he is once again covered in glitter}}
Wait a whole damn minute, it is sunny outside, and I'm not combusting into flames, and why am I covered in glitter, dammit, am I still in my Kesha attire?
No, Edward, you don't blow up when touch by sunlight, and it's not glitter, your skin is made of diamonds.
You mean, I'm Emma Frost now, I've been Emma Frost now for 15 seconds and I haven't even welcomed you to die, and if I'm a vampire, then I might as well do people a favor, and just rip your head off and suck the blood out your neck like me at a 7/11 when they have a new slurpee flavor.
Silly Trent, You're a vegitirian vampire...
Who the hell wrote this crap, glitter, no dying in sunlight, what is next, I can't use you like the easy whore you are, and just have a quickie...
No, You can not, one I'm not easy....you're a asshole, two....look at your finger, you're wearing a purity ring...
WHAT IN THE HELL, I'm now a undead jonas brother?
Screw this, I'm not doing this lame vampire things, and you know what sucks about being a vampire too, I could be like a hundred years old, and I can't have sex with cougars because there would be no such things...sorry Mercedes, maybe enough time.
{{Trent goes to leave, when suddenly, a whip wraps around his neck and pulls him down to the ground, the camera pans out, showing Mercedes with it, as she yanks hard, and then rolls over and pins her forearm against his throat}}
I've been trying to talk to you for freakin three weeks now, and each time, you blow me off, three freaking weeks, do you know how many secuity checks I have to go thru when I decide to show up to the arena all because of your best friend wife hates me with a passion, they pretty much make me leave my attire outside in my car and everything, and if it wasn't for Alysson, i wouldn't even be allowed in the locker room....I'm freaking tired of it, all the jokes, everyone making jokes about me, even my best friend in high school, who I ended up marrying and having a child with makes jokes at me only a daily basis...I'm tired of it, ****ing tired of it Trent, I'm tired no matter how much I try, despite how much I may or may not improved since the last time I was here, I'm still the walking joke.....Pancake Nipples this, Pancake Nipples that....It will never die....despite the fact...
{{Mercedes lifts up her shirt to where only Trent can see, Trent is covering his eyes in terror, until Mercedes slaps one of his arms away, as Trent has no choice to look, when all of a sudden, the look of terror changes}}
Wait a minute....they aren't huge anymore....actually now...I would say, they are quite nice...
{{Mercedes quickly puts her shirt back down}}
Can I get another look...
My boobs are not the point of this promo...
No...it would be what is inside my pants that is the point...
Mercedes sighs...
Help me Trent, Help me get better, tell me what I can do, I'm tired of Kelly just telling me how horrible I am, how the other Mercedes talks about how I don't exist, even Kathleen Conway....The women who at one time, had sex with a gay guy named Sexy Jason, and beleived she was a kitty kat, puts me down....When will it will...
If you would kindly remove your knee from my testicles, maybe I'll tell you...
{{Mercedes backs away}}
Okay, as your former husband, if you didn't come off as a complete bitch all the time, perhaps people wouldn't look down on you, I mean, you don't have the best career track record at all, I think the only time you've ever won a match, was against that asshole who will not be named, and that one pornstar that I jerked off too quite a bit as a teenager....
But I'm just doing what I do best...
It just seems that way, you seem to think being a bitch is your best asset, but you have charisma, you know how to cut a promo, but you're just trying too hard to be a character, trying too hard not to be yourself, Granted, you have became nothing more then a mecha bitch, you don't have fun anymore, this Twlight crap you're pulling....You're Twenty-Seven years old Mercedes, you're a little old to be having a crush on Robert Pattinson....
But...But...
And please for the love of god, Don't go all Zelda on us....I know technically if we were still married, yeah she would be your niece, and yes...I know quite well, you two look very similar and what not, but for your sake, so that you don't have to continue to suffer the wrath of the Knite family, just distanct yourself from Mercedes, hell it's a tactic, I'm doing for myself, don't get me wrong, I love my niece to death, Rob is pretty cool, still waiting to actually meet Xander in person, and I was having fun, helping Gib trying to play catch up and being able to understand the stuff his daughter does, but I need to push myself away from that, nCw is becoming all about Zelda, and while it seems to be a common trend to jump on that ship, that's not what I'm trying to be right now, I'm at a crossroads myself...much like youself, and quite frankly, I'm scared to death...
Trent Helms...scared...
It's been two years, two freaking years and while I hold a victory over Steve Awesome, i've beaten Venom, I still years ahead of Joe Everyman, and I didn't lose to Simon Daye, I just don't have the same confidence I had many years ago, I was unbeatable, people were scared of this five foot tall dude, they refused to mess with him, because he just took out whoever he felt, did whatever he liked, and whatnot....now Andrew Jacobsen is talking to me, like he is on my level...and truth be told, I can't say he isn't...
You're better then Jacobsen, he's a virgin and his girlfriend looks like a ...
{{Trent cuts Mercedes off}}
I told you, don't be a bitch....
{{Mercedes just remains quiet}}
But, Mercedes I'm scared, Yeah Steve is the man now, it kinda became that way, the moment he defeated me for the nCw Championship, Yes he did totally beat me, no matter how I try to spin it, no matter how many excuses I made, after all the pain, the rehab, and everything, Steve Awesome took the nCw Championship away from me, and has grown more powerful ever since, he now has Leonard Fox loving the way his farts smell, that was once me, I could of took a **** on television, beheaded a baby fetus in the middle of the ring, and Leo would of went to bat for me, but now, I'm just this dude, that wants to humble Steve Awesome, and I just don't know if I can, I mean I seriously don't...
{{Mercedes suddenly pounces ontop of Trent}}
What the hell are you doing?
Giving you your confidence back....