Post by Charity on Sept 28, 2012 14:46:30 GMT -6
May 4th, 2007.
That is what this story is going to be about, now you might ask, what happened on May, 4th, 2007, unless you were living in Greensburg, Kansas on that day, in which a Tornado appeared, and killed seven people, now you might ask, were you involved somehow in that, truth of the matter, I've never been to Kansas, I've only been that far west once in my lifetime, but if you lived there, on that day, you would of known a Tornado stuck, but for the rest of the world, no one remembers that day.
What I'm having to say is, my story has nothing to do with that date, in fact, May, 4th, 2007 has nothing to do with me, as nothing of note happened on that day, outside of meeting with my brother, who you know as Trent, and going to see a movie.
Here is where the story starts to take place.
On May, 4th, 2007, Spider-Man 3 appeared in Box Offices around the world, and went on to shatter a then weekend record for high grossing film on a opening weekend, long before the Hunger Games, and the final Harry Potter film did it.
Now, what does Tobey McGuire final curtain call mean, or even relate to anything in nCw?
Spider-Man 3 was set to be a huge fan service for fans of Marvel Comic lures, as the character known as Venom, a big fan favorite, for his Anti-Hero adventures, as it would bring the loved character to the big screen of Hollywood, I remember my brother bitching and screaming before, how he was screwed out of appearing in Spider-Man 2, when McGuire went down with a back injury during filming, but you could tell, even the king of Pop Culture references, was a fan-boy going into the movie, I mean after all, he wore a skin-tight Spider-Man suit into the movie.
The movie was hyped as being the next big thing, and Marvel attempt to close out a third movie, of a well-received franchise, something they failed at, a year before with X-Men: Last Stand.
After all that, after dealing with Tobey McGuire being emotional, after Bryce-Dallas Howard unfeeling performance, after Kristen Dunst, unwelcoming performance, and Sam Raimi, just overall lack of enjoyment in making a film of a character he didn't approve of, the internet lit up, how this film failed to live up to expectations, despite the fact, it made more then the two films before it.
That brings me to, well me.
The Sequel to Trent Helms...
Someone who has supposedly inherited the natural ability of a great wrestling legend, in my brother, unlike someone before me, who only claimed to have his ability to former injection...
Just thinking about it, made me want to vomit.
But I will try to refrain, who wants there first big time televised moment to be them, showing the world, the salad they ate, just a few hours before.
It's alot of pressure, coming into this company, and being put in it's biggest tournament, with a opponent, who is a former World Champion, in the first round, and nCw expect me to somehow move forward, and create another cash cow, just because of who I related too..I'm not Trent Helms, I don't even share really any of his traits, outside of dying my hair, where he is supposedly charismatic and interesting to watch, well I'm....well
To quote a great man, by the name of Les Claypool.
I'm the most boring Son Of A Bitch you've ever seen.
Funny fact...
I actually dress in Navy Blue from time to time.
But from what my brother keeps saying, being a boring person still means, you can be successful, look at Andrew Jacobsen he said, He's boring in every sense of the word, his definition of charisma, was adding a red lighting bolt to his pants, to look like Zeus's the God of Thunder, homosexual Christmas themed partner. and look where he is at, I helped win him the World Title just five days ago.
I don't know if it's true, I might commit career suicide before my first match, when I say, I didn't watch Battlegrounds, I didn't even follow what was leading up to it, or anything in this promotion, cause I'm just trying to get by, attending a college, I can't even pay for, which is why I'm even in this business in the first place, I don't really have a passion for it, like my brother, I don't plan on being around in four years, moving from town to town trying to make a living, I don't plan on doing this for long, I'm just binding my time, waiting to get my degree in Sport's medicine, so that in four years time, when my brother, is still jumping around like he is my age, breaks another rib, tears a tendon, or fractures his lung again, I can be there to heal him back into recovery.
Now, I believe, I'm supposed to talk about Emma Danielson, my first round opponent this week, and make jokes and stuff, but jokes aren't exactly in my wheelhouse so to speak. Emma, truth be told, I have really no idea who you are, please don't take that as a sign of disrespect, because it's not, I mean, the only things I know about you are, Your name, and that you won a World Title here, and that I seen you working at the other wrestling league, that I've wrestled my only two career matches at, outside of that, I know nothing about you, but it's not because I don't care about you, and are taking you lightly, but because I'm a busy girl, as I just explained, I go to the University of Columbia, and I'm sure as you can expect, the assignments, that a Ivy League school like that give you on a daily basis, can be a bit overwhelming, when I'm moonlighting as a waitress at a Chili's on the weeknights, and now adding a weekend job of Pro Wrestling, just to pay for that college, it can take a toll on me, and leaves me with very little time to even research my opponent...in all reality, I only know you're a former World Champion by typing your name on Google, and hitting I'm feeling lucky.
I mean, it would be nice to be World Champion, but is that going to help me in a few years, after I granulate with honors from Columbia...
Who knows Maybe former NCW World Champion & Second-Ever Female Road To The Gold Winner, will look nice...
Maybe.
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The scene opens up in what appears to be a busy place, as several people are seen walking around, You can see one creepy dude with glasses, looking intensely at someone, in another corner, a man in a long brown trench coat, seems to be shaking uncontrollably, as if he is hiding something under the coat, and finally, there in the corner, is a skinny white female, long brown bangs, with her face deep inside a book, from the first glance, you would say, Who is this girl.
If I told you, this is Trent Helms sister, You would be like....No Way....She has way too much Vanilla in her.
God Dammit Trent.....
Suddenly, the girl stand up, throwing her book down.
I told you, I don't need a Patrick Stewart voice-over.
She quickly stands up and walks out of the room, the scene reopens back up, as she opens a door, and breathes a sigh of relief, there is no one in sight, She walks over to the table, sits down and reopen her book...
Wouldn't it be better to read it, on the New Kindle from Amazon?
Charity, closes the book, and looks over her shoulder, to see her new appointed Guardian Ashlie Stevens standing by the door.
I'm not selling myself out to Amazon..
But you know, one of the most important things, for your brother success in his promos is Product Placement, and you know what would make this room, look great, Direct TV, which did you know, you can get the NFL Sunday Ticket for free if you sign up.
Charity slaps her head, at the apparent Product placement, before asking.
What are you doing here?
*** damn Patrick Stewart Voice-over, Can you make that stop?
Ashlie just plays innocent.
I have, no idea, what you are talking about, but Your Brother, has sent me to watch over you, and to also make sure, that all your affairs are in order for your debut, tomorrow night on Trauma.
Charity, doesn't even bother to remove her eyes, from the book she is reading, as she turns the page and begins to make notes, of what she just read.
So, I take it, you have your Ring-Attire packed up and ready to go?
Charity once again, keeps her eyes on her book, not bothering to remove it, to listen to what Ashlie is saying.
Ashlie, notices a duffle bag, sitting on the floor, she opens it, only to see a pair of white boots, and a couple of books, as well as a few snacks.
Please tell me, right now, This isn't the only things you're taking?
Charity, still remains quiet as she studies, Ashlie quickly becomes annoyed with this, and picks up a pen off the desk, Charity is sitting at, and shoves it into the book, before closing the book in front of her.
What the deal, Can't you see I was studying?
Yeah, I see that, you have time for that later, You should be studying your opponent for this week, plus, Is this, all you're taking to Trauma tomorrow?
Charity just looks at Ashlie, and sends the slightest of nods.
Where is your Ring Attire?
I'm wearing it....
Ashlie looks over the outfit, which is just a pair of Jeans, and a tore up Plain White Tee's band t-shirt....
You can't have your debut, dressed like that, luckily, your brother, had me, get a custom made outfit for you.
Ashlie goes to the bed, and opens the big black bag, that she bought with her, she pulls out a huge piece of plastic, which seems to be holding a pair of bright Purple leather pants, and a matching top, with the words Charity, written in White across the Shoulder.
I'm not wearing that?
Why not, your brother, spent quite a bit of money on this for you.
When will Trent, realize, I don't need his huge financial resources to help me out, I told him, not to try to pay for my tuition at Columbia, but he tries on a monthly basis, and I'm not wearing a outfit, that a female version of him, would be wearing....
But it has two cute bomb logos, right here where your.....Oh....
Yeah.
Ashlie sits the attire down.....
That's kinda sick, Your brother would be having a custom attire made for you, that has bombs over where your....
Yeah, I get the point....
Fine...It's going to be last minute, but maybe we can go shopping to
If I say Yes, will you leave me alone, so I can finish up my studying.
Ashlie sighs, as you can clearly see, this is getting to her, as the scene fades to black.
That is what this story is going to be about, now you might ask, what happened on May, 4th, 2007, unless you were living in Greensburg, Kansas on that day, in which a Tornado appeared, and killed seven people, now you might ask, were you involved somehow in that, truth of the matter, I've never been to Kansas, I've only been that far west once in my lifetime, but if you lived there, on that day, you would of known a Tornado stuck, but for the rest of the world, no one remembers that day.
What I'm having to say is, my story has nothing to do with that date, in fact, May, 4th, 2007 has nothing to do with me, as nothing of note happened on that day, outside of meeting with my brother, who you know as Trent, and going to see a movie.
Here is where the story starts to take place.
On May, 4th, 2007, Spider-Man 3 appeared in Box Offices around the world, and went on to shatter a then weekend record for high grossing film on a opening weekend, long before the Hunger Games, and the final Harry Potter film did it.
Now, what does Tobey McGuire final curtain call mean, or even relate to anything in nCw?
Spider-Man 3 was set to be a huge fan service for fans of Marvel Comic lures, as the character known as Venom, a big fan favorite, for his Anti-Hero adventures, as it would bring the loved character to the big screen of Hollywood, I remember my brother bitching and screaming before, how he was screwed out of appearing in Spider-Man 2, when McGuire went down with a back injury during filming, but you could tell, even the king of Pop Culture references, was a fan-boy going into the movie, I mean after all, he wore a skin-tight Spider-Man suit into the movie.
The movie was hyped as being the next big thing, and Marvel attempt to close out a third movie, of a well-received franchise, something they failed at, a year before with X-Men: Last Stand.
After all that, after dealing with Tobey McGuire being emotional, after Bryce-Dallas Howard unfeeling performance, after Kristen Dunst, unwelcoming performance, and Sam Raimi, just overall lack of enjoyment in making a film of a character he didn't approve of, the internet lit up, how this film failed to live up to expectations, despite the fact, it made more then the two films before it.
That brings me to, well me.
The Sequel to Trent Helms...
Someone who has supposedly inherited the natural ability of a great wrestling legend, in my brother, unlike someone before me, who only claimed to have his ability to former injection...
Just thinking about it, made me want to vomit.
But I will try to refrain, who wants there first big time televised moment to be them, showing the world, the salad they ate, just a few hours before.
It's alot of pressure, coming into this company, and being put in it's biggest tournament, with a opponent, who is a former World Champion, in the first round, and nCw expect me to somehow move forward, and create another cash cow, just because of who I related too..I'm not Trent Helms, I don't even share really any of his traits, outside of dying my hair, where he is supposedly charismatic and interesting to watch, well I'm....well
To quote a great man, by the name of Les Claypool.
I'm the most boring Son Of A Bitch you've ever seen.
Funny fact...
I actually dress in Navy Blue from time to time.
But from what my brother keeps saying, being a boring person still means, you can be successful, look at Andrew Jacobsen he said, He's boring in every sense of the word, his definition of charisma, was adding a red lighting bolt to his pants, to look like Zeus's the God of Thunder, homosexual Christmas themed partner. and look where he is at, I helped win him the World Title just five days ago.
I don't know if it's true, I might commit career suicide before my first match, when I say, I didn't watch Battlegrounds, I didn't even follow what was leading up to it, or anything in this promotion, cause I'm just trying to get by, attending a college, I can't even pay for, which is why I'm even in this business in the first place, I don't really have a passion for it, like my brother, I don't plan on being around in four years, moving from town to town trying to make a living, I don't plan on doing this for long, I'm just binding my time, waiting to get my degree in Sport's medicine, so that in four years time, when my brother, is still jumping around like he is my age, breaks another rib, tears a tendon, or fractures his lung again, I can be there to heal him back into recovery.
Now, I believe, I'm supposed to talk about Emma Danielson, my first round opponent this week, and make jokes and stuff, but jokes aren't exactly in my wheelhouse so to speak. Emma, truth be told, I have really no idea who you are, please don't take that as a sign of disrespect, because it's not, I mean, the only things I know about you are, Your name, and that you won a World Title here, and that I seen you working at the other wrestling league, that I've wrestled my only two career matches at, outside of that, I know nothing about you, but it's not because I don't care about you, and are taking you lightly, but because I'm a busy girl, as I just explained, I go to the University of Columbia, and I'm sure as you can expect, the assignments, that a Ivy League school like that give you on a daily basis, can be a bit overwhelming, when I'm moonlighting as a waitress at a Chili's on the weeknights, and now adding a weekend job of Pro Wrestling, just to pay for that college, it can take a toll on me, and leaves me with very little time to even research my opponent...in all reality, I only know you're a former World Champion by typing your name on Google, and hitting I'm feeling lucky.
I mean, it would be nice to be World Champion, but is that going to help me in a few years, after I granulate with honors from Columbia...
Who knows Maybe former NCW World Champion & Second-Ever Female Road To The Gold Winner, will look nice...
Maybe.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The scene opens up in what appears to be a busy place, as several people are seen walking around, You can see one creepy dude with glasses, looking intensely at someone, in another corner, a man in a long brown trench coat, seems to be shaking uncontrollably, as if he is hiding something under the coat, and finally, there in the corner, is a skinny white female, long brown bangs, with her face deep inside a book, from the first glance, you would say, Who is this girl.
If I told you, this is Trent Helms sister, You would be like....No Way....She has way too much Vanilla in her.
God Dammit Trent.....
Suddenly, the girl stand up, throwing her book down.
I told you, I don't need a Patrick Stewart voice-over.
She quickly stands up and walks out of the room, the scene reopens back up, as she opens a door, and breathes a sigh of relief, there is no one in sight, She walks over to the table, sits down and reopen her book...
Wouldn't it be better to read it, on the New Kindle from Amazon?
Charity, closes the book, and looks over her shoulder, to see her new appointed Guardian Ashlie Stevens standing by the door.
I'm not selling myself out to Amazon..
But you know, one of the most important things, for your brother success in his promos is Product Placement, and you know what would make this room, look great, Direct TV, which did you know, you can get the NFL Sunday Ticket for free if you sign up.
Charity slaps her head, at the apparent Product placement, before asking.
What are you doing here?
*** damn Patrick Stewart Voice-over, Can you make that stop?
Ashlie just plays innocent.
I have, no idea, what you are talking about, but Your Brother, has sent me to watch over you, and to also make sure, that all your affairs are in order for your debut, tomorrow night on Trauma.
Charity, doesn't even bother to remove her eyes, from the book she is reading, as she turns the page and begins to make notes, of what she just read.
So, I take it, you have your Ring-Attire packed up and ready to go?
Charity once again, keeps her eyes on her book, not bothering to remove it, to listen to what Ashlie is saying.
Ashlie, notices a duffle bag, sitting on the floor, she opens it, only to see a pair of white boots, and a couple of books, as well as a few snacks.
Please tell me, right now, This isn't the only things you're taking?
Charity, still remains quiet as she studies, Ashlie quickly becomes annoyed with this, and picks up a pen off the desk, Charity is sitting at, and shoves it into the book, before closing the book in front of her.
What the deal, Can't you see I was studying?
Yeah, I see that, you have time for that later, You should be studying your opponent for this week, plus, Is this, all you're taking to Trauma tomorrow?
Charity just looks at Ashlie, and sends the slightest of nods.
Where is your Ring Attire?
I'm wearing it....
Ashlie looks over the outfit, which is just a pair of Jeans, and a tore up Plain White Tee's band t-shirt....
You can't have your debut, dressed like that, luckily, your brother, had me, get a custom made outfit for you.
Ashlie goes to the bed, and opens the big black bag, that she bought with her, she pulls out a huge piece of plastic, which seems to be holding a pair of bright Purple leather pants, and a matching top, with the words Charity, written in White across the Shoulder.
I'm not wearing that?
Why not, your brother, spent quite a bit of money on this for you.
When will Trent, realize, I don't need his huge financial resources to help me out, I told him, not to try to pay for my tuition at Columbia, but he tries on a monthly basis, and I'm not wearing a outfit, that a female version of him, would be wearing....
But it has two cute bomb logos, right here where your.....Oh....
Yeah.
Ashlie sits the attire down.....
That's kinda sick, Your brother would be having a custom attire made for you, that has bombs over where your....
Yeah, I get the point....
Fine...It's going to be last minute, but maybe we can go shopping to
If I say Yes, will you leave me alone, so I can finish up my studying.
Ashlie sighs, as you can clearly see, this is getting to her, as the scene fades to black.