Post by Trent Helms on Mar 3, 2012 19:57:46 GMT -6
The Truth about you Kyle is, well before this all started, I was a mark for you, back before, I became the highest paid athlete in the history of nCw, well before there was three World Titles between us, well before I was named Promoer of 2008, long before there was Social
Enemies, and Flashbang, there was just a little 15 year old kid, living in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, who got his hand on some bootleg wrestling tapes, and became amazed by this skinny Martial Arts fighter, who flew around the ring, with the grace of a Falcon, That was the moment, I wanted to give up my dream of being a male Adult Flim Star, and become a Pro Wrestler, the night I saw your matches against Angel in other promotions, I became a instant fan, and well, the rest is pretty much history.
It's funny, outside of my business arrangement with the Social Enemies back in 2008, We just never had any kind of involvement with each other, maybe it was, it seemed your career was over, you spent months at a time, being crushed and made a fool of by Angel, week after week, your tried and failed to succeed in giving him his first loss in nCw, Then in one swoop, I came in, and defeated what was said, couldn't be defeated.
To this day, We still only have one official documented match against each other, I've managed to defeat that blemish in nCw history books, known as Gjenrei quite a few times, but.
I still remember you beating me, just four days after this whole thing begin, the day, Angel was announced to be going into the Hall Of Fame before me, I snapped, I cried like a teenage girl at a Justin Bieber concert, I took a page out of some guy named Craig who lives in Iowa playbook, and decided to spit on the legacy of nCw, the very same Legacy I built up, when this company went from a no-named Indy Fed, into the biggest promotion in all of the United States.
And like every other Hall Of Famer before you, from Dave Holland to Lance Ryan, and everyone in between, still to this day, besmirches my name, the same name, that is the reason, their paychecks get signed.
People don't tune in, to watch Xander Famularo steamroll opponents, people don't care about the fact, that Adam and Kelly are once again having a lover's quirrel, and Roberto Verona has decided to stick him and his Itilian Sausage slam smacked into the middle of it. People still tune in to see the Hottest Act in the entire Galaxy, the fastest, and well hung of all known males in the entire galaxy...
BOOM
What The ****....
Explosions begin to rain down from the sky, as the surface of Planet Helms begin to light up like the eyes of Allah, as The Reapers continue their assault upon the planet, that for years, has been untakable, the scene shifts to the ground, as several husks and geth emerge on the ground, carrying heavy weapons, suddenly, a Pink Madza Miata comes storming thru the ground, smashing into many of the mechnical beings, before it begins to grow in size, before turning into a Giant Transformer, as Trent Helms Lt. Faggotron begins to fight off several of the much smaller robots, with sweeping melee attacks.
I don't know what the hell is going on, on where they came from, but No one is taking Planet Helms.
However a ton of fire begins to show down Faggotron, as the scene shifts elsewhere, as a group of Geth into a building, armed to their little mechnical teeth with laser weapons, however, as soon as the group gets inside the buidling, the door slams shut behind them, they turn around and open fire, but nothing is there, suddenly, a Geth is grabbed by a tanish looking hand, and slammed violently into the wall, the other geth turn around, however a hot red liquid lands on them, and begins to met away their, the final Geth opens fire on the huge monster, to little effect, before the monster comes into view, revealing a Giant Pepperoni Pizza Hot Pocket, who grabs the geth, and throws it into the air, before the Geth lands in the opening of the hot pocket, melting it in the super awesomeness of Sauce, Gooey Cheese and Pepperoni goodness..
You should of waited two minutes to let cool....Mother****er.
The Hot Pocket Monster, lets out a grin, revealing shiny white teeth, letting out a smile, however, a grenade comes on screen, landing in his opening...
Oh...****
Suddenly, the camera is covered in Pizza Sauce and cheese..
OH NO!!!
SUDDENLY IN A KOOL-AID INDUCT RAGE, THE KOOL-ID MAN BUST THRU THE DOOR, AND TACKLES SEVERAL GETH WARRIORS, HE CHOKESLAMS ONE OF THEM, THEN GRABS ONE AND LAWNDARTS HIM INTO A WALL, CAUSING IT TO GET STRUCK IN THE WALL, BEFORE EXPLODING...AND YES MOTHER****AS, I'M USING CAPS BECAUSE IT'S MOTHER****ING KOOL-AID MAN!
Meanwhile on the other side of Planet.
A Fire fight seems to have broken out with several Reaper following Geth and Husks, and some local fighters of Planet Helms, mainly, Colonial William Guile, Colonial William Styker, and Curtis Styker from the Mortal Kombat series, however even with the Guile Theme blaring in the background, they are getting pounded...
Like how Megan Kane gets pounded.
Meanwhile, the camera shifts to the sky above, showing several fighters, engaging one of the larger Reaper shifts in combat, the camera shifts inside the cockpit, revealing former President of The United States, James "Lonestar" Whitmore
Penetrator 1 - Box 3.
The Space Fighter craft fires a beautiful plasma like missile at the ship, and explodes in such a site of beauty, it would rival the site of Zelda Knite once virgin vagina.
However, after all the pretty colors fade, the Reaper ship is intact, and showing no signs of damage, President Lone Star proceeds to fire again, however his Fighter is destroyed, along with the other members of his Squadron, it seems that even the fabled Planet Helms is going to fall to the reapers, when suddenly, among the debris in the sky, a Huge Light appears, lighting up the entire sky, as we shift to the ground, showing Guile, letting off a sign of relief.
He's finally here.
The camera slowly pans up, as what appears to be a huge solar flare is overtaking the entire night-time sky, as the beautiful yellow glowing nearly fades the camera out, suddenly, in the wink of a eye, The Bright Yellow spot in the sky, flies towards a Reaper ship, driving right thru it, and causing a random explosion.
He's doing it! We are going to fight off becoming extinct.
Another fast moving flare of light, this time, bright blue, comes from the yellow ball, and slams into a Reaper ship, nearly destroying it, as it begins slamming down towards the surface of the planet, the camera finally get's a closer look at the bright light, revealing Trent in his Super Saiyan form, He let's out a primal battle cry, as his hair extends, and streaks of lightning appear around him.
Yes....
Trent Helms is going Super Saiyan 2!
Trent then smirks, and holds out his arms, however instead of balls of Energy emerging, Two Purple Lightsaber appear in each hand, Before throwing them, as they spin thru the sky, and cut thru a passing Reaper ship.
That cut you down to size.
Suddenly, a huge shadows overtakes Trent body, as he turns around, looking up, before beginning to tremble, as the largest of all Reaper Ships, flies overhead, Before a huge glowing light appears from the bottom of the ship, and fires, Trent powers up as the blast comes towards him, before grabbing the blast, however the pure force of it, causes Trent to slowly be pushed towards the ground.
NO!!!
The Blast continues sending Trent towards the planet Surface, Trent is using all his Super Saiyan powers to try to deflect the blast away from the planet's surface, but he's hasn't even managed to slow down the decent....
Looks like I have no other choice, I know my body can't handle it, but it's the only shot I have to save my planet.
Trent begins to let his emotions get the better of him, as his Energy Output begins to put out pure waves of power, He screams, as suddenly, Trent and seemingly the blast of energy coming from the reaper ship explode, causing the sky to light up, before the shockwave from the explosion, shakes the very core of the planet, as a Mushroom cloud emerges from the explosion, suddenly...the dust begins to clear, and Trent is floating there, his clothes completely torn from his body, however, a huge ball of energy is surround him, his hair seemingly grown longer then we ever seen it, Trent turns around, to reveal a determined and evil look upon his face, his eyebrows completely grown.....
Let's see how you like a Super Saiyan.......3
(Due To Budget Limitations, The Following Footage was cut)
Trent has since turned back to normal form, completely beaten and bloody, He attempts to continue fighting, but falls to the ground, suddenly, Kool-Aid man re-emerges with his armor cracked...Suddenly, Kool-Aid Man throws Trent into a Escape Pod, and hits a button...
What are you doing!!!
Suddenly, the pod takes off, as several shots catch Kool-Aid man, causing him to finally fall to the ground, dead...
The camera pans around revealing all the lost pop culture icons, lying dead, as the Large Ship, fires on the planet, as Trent's Pod, stops as it exits the atmophere.
I guess this is it.
As Trent stands motionless and beaten, floating upon his own planet, He just stands there, nearly no emotion, as the planet below him, continues to ring out explosions, as a Piano sound begins to take over the sound of this view.
All around me are familiar faces
Trent continues to stand there, blood dripping from his mouth, as screams can be heard from the planet's surface.
worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow
Trent wants to go back to fight for his planet's survival, but injures are seemingly keeping him, plus the fact, that Trent has managed to find a race out in space, that has managed to completely overpower him.
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
Trent takes a final look at Planet Helms, before it disappears in a huge blinding flash of light.
It's a very very, mad world, mad world
And that is the difference between me and you Kyle, While you may very well be, the more talented of the two of us, deep down, who do you think nCw really supports in all of this? A Man who hid behind a mask, to pad his own stats, how about the man, who punched a nearly defenseless kid in the face on Pay Per View, and a man who, much like me won a Ladder Match involving many men, but unlike me, overcoming two Hall Of Famers, a resilent, but lacking fighter, and a guy, who disappeared off the face of the planet, stopping me, I won, All you had was a over-rated guy, and Alex Jones, stopping you, while Zelda pretty much handed you the title.
I mean, is any one even behind you right now, other then Spike Kane, who will mention me as a low point in his crappy and unoriginally named Spike TV this week, just because, I spoke a single word, unlike Lance Ryan and Dave Holland before you, nobody is coming to give you the support to shut me up for once, I mean, not that you could, Lance Ryan buried me, and what happened, I came back, nearly won the Riot Match, Pushed Xander Famularo to his limits, to the point, he was unable to even attempt to finish me off.
For Seven Long months, I have pushed the very boundries of the Hall Of Fame, and proven just have far, I'm willing to push them, first it was nothing more then mindful words of Hate of me, not gaining entrance, then I was labeled a terrorist by Dave Holland, and it was then I became that monster, striving away from my usual top rope offense, I pinpointed a weakness of Dave Holland, I took the most dreaded finishing move in nCw history, and turned it into a joke, I then broke the spirit of Dave Holland, and sent him back into retirement, after one match.
Kyle, as the most apathic member of the Hall Of Fame, i really don't think you have any motive to attempt to destroy me, and really think this is happening more out of personal pride, I can respect that, not because of the fact, you are a hall of famer, and two time former world champion of nCw, but the fact, if there was a single being who abilties I fear facing, it's yours...
Sure, your advantage of usually being the fastest man in this match is nullified, just by the simply fact I'm in it, but it's your Martial Arts background that scares me to death.
But enough about that.
Tomorrow Night, The Hall Of Fame will have another victim dropped at my feet.
You may be Immortal Falcon.
But So Am I...
Well, kinda....nevermind.
Sunday Night, nCw will watch as Trent Helms move one step closer to the history books, This Bob-Omb is set, and loaded...
And I will explode....
All Over Your Face!
