Post by destroyyou555 on Jan 25, 2008 19:25:47 GMT -6
The scene opens, it appears to be a studio set of some kind, as science fiction stuff is put up everywhere from a black shadow cutout of Galactus that hovers over everything, suddenly a door opens, a guy in a bright red trench coat appears, with a sword attached to his back, at first glance, his hair a pure bleach white color, another person enters the building beside him, she is wearing a leather jacket, and a pink and black plaid skirt, as well as a pair of combat boots resting directly below her knees…The camera shifts around to reveal both of them as Trent and Mercedes…a man walks up.
Can I get you anything, Mister Helms?
I’ll be okay; Trent looks directly over his shoulder, why am I doing this again?
Well, since Ricky Johnson has decided not to fulfill his obligations to the company, you were decided to be the next best match or something to Mister Johnson likeness.
What, are they saying I’m emo now…You know what that means don’t you? That would mean you’re the next best thing to Roxi…
Mercedes just glares at Trent, almost wanting to slap him; she decides to say something instead.
Yeah, at least I don’t have crabs, Mercedes smiles…sadly I got struck with a dumb ass for a husband, who is too stupid even to catch the crabs..
Yeah, I really don’t want to do theses commercials, says Trent…I know how I could get out of it.
Trent reaches into his trench coat pocket, and pulls out a Cell Phone…Hey…Dude, I don’t even know your real name….You want to make twenty bucks…okay…I have a car pick you up or something, Where are you?
Trent begins trying to process who the man on the other end of phone is saying…
1428 Crystal Street
Where the hell is that?
What are you doing there?
Okay, I’ll be sending someone there…We’re be waiting here.
About this time, a man in a hat appears, and comes directly up to the too of them, Trent, and um Lexus is it?
It’s Mercedes who just rolls her eyes as she makes the comment.
Well, we’re about to begin shooting here soon, why don’t you take a seat over here, until we get ready to shoot.
The director points over too two Hollywood style chairs, that have there names written on them, except the one that is meant for Mercedes still says Roxi on it.
I’m not sitting on that thing, Who know what I will catch by doing so.
Trent rests his arm on the shoulder of the director; there has been a change of plans. I can’t do this without a stunt double…
The director looks at Trent….Stunt Double, this is a commercial, there are no stunts…
Well, you never know when a light could come crashing down on my head, or a Microphone contains Anthrax or something…Just wait here, my replacement should be here within the next hour…
The director sighs…Okay; let’s take a one hour lunch people.
Trent smiles, as Mercedes begin to poke him hard in the ribs with her finger…So what are we going to do now for the next hour?
Want to find a bathroom together?
NO! Yells Mercedes
You know for someone who putted out a lot for me a few years ago, you don’t like to have sex much anymore..
We’re married now, It kind of tends to happen…I’ll make you a deal, you defeat Ortega in two straight falls this Sunday, I screw you in the middle of the ring.
Seriously?
No.
Suddenly the sound of Tenacious D “Wonderboy” Begins to play as Trent reaches into his pocket once again.
This must be him saying he is on his way, as Trent pulls the phone up to his ear, seconds later, a look of disgust comes across the face of the former X-Division Champion, He simply just closes the phone, tries to regain his bearings.
What Happened Trent, you look like you just watched a marathon of Davey Ortega promos.
I’m going to kill Steve Awesome…Trent yells at he clinches his fist.
What did he do?
This is like the third time today, some elderly woman has called me asking for something, saying she got the phone number from Steve…I always hated people with that name, and what am I doing teaming with one?
Because you are the number one contenders to the Tag Team Championships together.
Yeah, I know, we’re good like that.
Suddenly Trent cell phone rings again, he decides not to answer it, instead begins walking away.
Where are you going?
I rather not answer that when we having people viewing in.
What are you going to jerk off or something?
No…I got to take….Trent simply ponders for a moment.
I have to take a Ortega.
Oh Okay…What?
Don’t worry about it; I’ll be back in a few moments.
Trent begins walking away as Mercedes just stands there the camera man begins to focus in directly on her breast, she somehow senses it and begins to yell at the cameraman, suddenly the door flies open to the building, the wind causes Mercedes plaid skirt to slide up a little bit, wearing a streak of sky blue, as the cameraman man focuses upon her for a few moments before focusing upon the door, when a masked man entering, wearing a black full body suit, with spots of white that look like, well I’m sure you can figure it out once you figure out who it is, He walks up, you can clearly see, this is Bukkake Man, the biggest enigma in the entire wrestling world, He comes in and almost immediately holds both hands outwards, reaching for Mercedes breasts, but he is quickly met with a slap to the face, that causing the masked being to turn around backwards, before doing the flop made famous by Ric Flair…
Freaking Pervert yells Mercedes.
He goes to get up, trying to position himself where he could get a quick look up Mercedes skirt, however she simply knees him in the face, He quickly runs off.
God…I hope I just didn’t catch crabs right there.
A few moments later, Trent emerges from the bathroom; He quickly walks up, and notices Mercedes doesn’t seem to be in too happy of a mood.
What’s Wrong Firefly asks Trent.
That weird guy tried to grab me again, and I think I caught crabs when I kicked him.
Umm That sucks…Where since he is around here somewhere, I guess he can do those stupid commercials for me.
Yeah, let’s just get out of here.
Trent simply reaches up, pulling off the wig he was supposed to wear for the commercial.
A assistance to the production company runs up, trying to stop Trent.
You’re supposed to shoot a commercial now Mister Helms.
It’s okay, I got it covered, There is a mask guy running around somewhere on this studio, go find him, I just can’t bring myself to shoot a commercial right now.
With that, Trent and Mercedes exit out the door.
1 Hour Later
The screen emerges from the darkness as only Trent is standing in front of the screen, he seems to dressed in his normal daily wear which includes a Ramones T-Shirt, as well as some wristbands with blue flames upon him, He even has a cigarette lit in his hand, as he begins to speak.
You know Ortega; you have a way of misguiding the truth and getting people to rally behind your cause, show your weakness. You say everyone of us disrespected Ricky Johnson, as his reasoning to join with yourselves…New Flash…I hate Ricky Johnson guts, not because of what he did, but because I hate everything he claimed to be, a fraud, a rock star…the Henry freaking Wrinkler of this promotion, That was all he was, character wise, in ring wise, I respect the man, something your entire group claims we do not have…Trust me when I ****ing say this Ortega…
We respect each and every one of you deep down, he hate your guts, and secretly wish you were molested as children, possibly in Spike, Christian and Brad case, that may actually have happened.
Only two weeks into this, you are already losing it Ortega, you’re dealing with something you don’t know how to face, you’re dealing with something that can’t be manipulated by you aura of false security.
There was something I failed to notice, I have to think Vertigo for pointing it out to me, when he asked me earlier this week, Why didn’t I accept your request for a Hardcore Match, where I could have the entire midcard uprising, as everyone in this promotion, other then us, have dubbed it. I honestly had no idea you challenged me to a Hardcore Match, but I would of declined it for one reason.
I don’t only want to beat you, I want to shatter that ego of yours, I’ve dealt with some egos over the years, from some Spanish chick, who pretended to be Jennifer Lopez, to a couple I almost once considered friends, one believed she was BloodRayne in living form, the other believed he was the son of Satan, and yes, this one name wasn’t Nate Havok, but yours seems to take the cake…why so much take from a man who can only win matches where rules are non-existent. You call yourself a pure wrestler, but deep down, you know you the exact opposite, You secretly hope every match is drawn into a environment where anything could go. You’re not the technical messiah you claim to be, it became apparent inside the Dragon’s Den just a little over a month ago, that a match like that was right up your alley, unlike a match where you are confined to a set of rules that don’t play into your advantage, I wasn’t able to play into your little game Ortega, where if we fought under that kind of environment where I could leg drop you onto a table, drop you face first on a steel chair with the Final Flash once again, or jump off the thing I’m the most comfortable with…A Ladder. I could of played into your little game and accepted your challenged, but I declined because what happened if I beat you there, would you claim because I used a weapon against you, that it would be only a fluke, if the other enlighten souls, such as Shaun Wilson who has more potential then most of us combined interfered, or if Joe Everyman wanted to avenge his lost to you, that started off your pathetic X-Treme Title Reign, or if I climb a ladder, dived off and rotated in mid-air more times then humanly possible with what would possibly be a close encounter of the 900 kind, the move of legend, also known as the Power Cosmic, You would of continued to try to push your legacy people if we fought in that kind of match.
So, instead we get a match that plays into both of our advantages, don’t mistake yourself Davey, I am the better pure wrestler here, I was honing my skills in Japan and other parts of the world, while you were still swinging a steel chair, like it was a rock banging against another rock like the poop swinging banana chewing primate that you are…Yes for the first time in two weeks, I drop the P Word…Yay here come more E-Trent and every other name from a alien invasion movie you can think of. I smell the predictability.
But back on subject, while I may be the better pure wrestler then you, like I started earlier, my style is going to be my downfall in a match like this. Because I’m going to come out at you with everything I have, as soon as that bell rings, and as much endurance as I may have, It’s your toughness that will render it nearly ineffective, I guess all those hardcore and Dragon’s Den matches have really helped you there, because despite knowing this isn’t going to work, I’m still going to come out and do it anyways, Davey. Where I fall right into your hands, I stop coming at you as fast, my kicks become less efficient, and my chances of completely leapfrogging over your Setting Sun finisher begin to dwindle. I’ll be almost a sitting duck, trying to get two quick falls against you, and I’m not that skilled in the art of submission holds to be able to try to exchange holds with you. So that puts us as nearly equals, you won’t even try to see it that way, but down somewhere in the bottom of your mind, you know it to be true, Because after three encounters in the ring with me, You have failed to be able to gain a pinfall or submission victory over myself, You had two chances to do so, the time, I didn’t even allow you a chance to defend yourself.
I want to beat you fairly in the ring, without the use of any kind of weapon or outside interference, We can even make a truce right now, My boys stay away from ringside, if your boys can do the same, there are four cases this week, where our group meets your group, A Tag Team Match, a regular one falls match, a first blood match, as well as our 3 fall encounter this week. Let’s even make a small wager on this, Let’s sit back and watch as our guys, take on your guys, are you have to do is win 3 out of your four matches this Sunday, to prove that you are truly who you say you are. But the same can be side for us as well…To make this interesting…If both sides somehow manage to tie each other up in matches this week, Then we go to a tie-breaker next Sunday…Three of your boys, could be Spike, could be yourself or Manson, could be Ryan if he decides that the few bumps and bruises he took from his own son are that serious at all, could be him…You could even throw us a curveball here for all I care, and let the true talent of your group, Ricky Johnson himself shine and have his chance, to go against any three of my men, from the two undefeated guys in Angel and the soon to be National champion, Steve Awesome, could be Mark Evil who is dying for some real action after coming so close to winning the nCw Championship. I assure you Ortega. I won’t be one of those men in the ring next week, if it all comes down to that…Do you know why?
This is the part where you expect me to say, I’m Trent Helms and I’m out of this world…But it’s not time for that.
Because after this Sunday, defeating you for a second and third time is going to get old, I’m going to get bored playing with you, and move on to other things, because I’m already a huge star, hard to believe it only took two weeks to do so against you. After I finish with you this Sunday in our first, and final one on one encounter, I’m going to do something, it’s a taste that has been in my mouth for a little over five days now, the taste of Spike Kane dropkicking a chair directly into my face, and busting my lip open, he made me taste my own blood, yet he was only able to keep me down for a few moments, you know what is strange…I liked that felling, I liked knowing I had the champion of nCw attention, I liked it when myself and him exchanged letters with each other, neither man not willing to give a inch to the other, Spike giving me his full attention when there is no match between us was like the one time I accidentally struck it in Mercedes ass, it was that good, before she turned around and slapped me across the face, that part I didn’t like. But those two events happening have proven exactly, how far I have come along in just my two short months here in this promotion, It is nearly about to come a reality, that at some point, Trent Helms will challenge Spike Kane for that championship.
But sadly, as long as you stand in my way and you’re nearly infinite world title matches that you are given for no apparent reason other then doing what you do best.
Making people into bigger stars, Look at Lance Ryan, your war made him into a instant legend almost overnight, and led him to being the first hall of famer in this company half year lifespan, You turn Spike Kane into the most badass mother****er this company has ever seen, when you two met inside the Dragon’s Den…This Sunday, you make Trent Helms a household name, You take the guy, who was bought in particular by Leonard Fox to be bred for the holy ground that is being nCw Champion, I was a cash cow he hired because he knew I could get the job done, Haven’t you wondered why exactly Leonard hasn’t even became vocal about us stomping you and your boys into the ground? It’s because I am Leonard personal messiah, the one who caused him to go from a deadbeat wrestling promoter to a millionaire wrestling tycoon, I’m going to defeat you at Crossroads, and do you know why?
Because there is Davey Ortega.
Then there is Trent Helms
PS – Who is out of this world and just plain better then you.
Can I get you anything, Mister Helms?
I’ll be okay; Trent looks directly over his shoulder, why am I doing this again?
Well, since Ricky Johnson has decided not to fulfill his obligations to the company, you were decided to be the next best match or something to Mister Johnson likeness.
What, are they saying I’m emo now…You know what that means don’t you? That would mean you’re the next best thing to Roxi…
Mercedes just glares at Trent, almost wanting to slap him; she decides to say something instead.
Yeah, at least I don’t have crabs, Mercedes smiles…sadly I got struck with a dumb ass for a husband, who is too stupid even to catch the crabs..
Yeah, I really don’t want to do theses commercials, says Trent…I know how I could get out of it.
Trent reaches into his trench coat pocket, and pulls out a Cell Phone…Hey…Dude, I don’t even know your real name….You want to make twenty bucks…okay…I have a car pick you up or something, Where are you?
Trent begins trying to process who the man on the other end of phone is saying…
1428 Crystal Street
Where the hell is that?
What are you doing there?
Okay, I’ll be sending someone there…We’re be waiting here.
About this time, a man in a hat appears, and comes directly up to the too of them, Trent, and um Lexus is it?
It’s Mercedes who just rolls her eyes as she makes the comment.
Well, we’re about to begin shooting here soon, why don’t you take a seat over here, until we get ready to shoot.
The director points over too two Hollywood style chairs, that have there names written on them, except the one that is meant for Mercedes still says Roxi on it.
I’m not sitting on that thing, Who know what I will catch by doing so.
Trent rests his arm on the shoulder of the director; there has been a change of plans. I can’t do this without a stunt double…
The director looks at Trent….Stunt Double, this is a commercial, there are no stunts…
Well, you never know when a light could come crashing down on my head, or a Microphone contains Anthrax or something…Just wait here, my replacement should be here within the next hour…
The director sighs…Okay; let’s take a one hour lunch people.
Trent smiles, as Mercedes begin to poke him hard in the ribs with her finger…So what are we going to do now for the next hour?
Want to find a bathroom together?
NO! Yells Mercedes
You know for someone who putted out a lot for me a few years ago, you don’t like to have sex much anymore..
We’re married now, It kind of tends to happen…I’ll make you a deal, you defeat Ortega in two straight falls this Sunday, I screw you in the middle of the ring.
Seriously?
No.
Suddenly the sound of Tenacious D “Wonderboy” Begins to play as Trent reaches into his pocket once again.
This must be him saying he is on his way, as Trent pulls the phone up to his ear, seconds later, a look of disgust comes across the face of the former X-Division Champion, He simply just closes the phone, tries to regain his bearings.
What Happened Trent, you look like you just watched a marathon of Davey Ortega promos.
I’m going to kill Steve Awesome…Trent yells at he clinches his fist.
What did he do?
This is like the third time today, some elderly woman has called me asking for something, saying she got the phone number from Steve…I always hated people with that name, and what am I doing teaming with one?
Because you are the number one contenders to the Tag Team Championships together.
Yeah, I know, we’re good like that.
Suddenly Trent cell phone rings again, he decides not to answer it, instead begins walking away.
Where are you going?
I rather not answer that when we having people viewing in.
What are you going to jerk off or something?
No…I got to take….Trent simply ponders for a moment.
I have to take a Ortega.
Oh Okay…What?
Don’t worry about it; I’ll be back in a few moments.
Trent begins walking away as Mercedes just stands there the camera man begins to focus in directly on her breast, she somehow senses it and begins to yell at the cameraman, suddenly the door flies open to the building, the wind causes Mercedes plaid skirt to slide up a little bit, wearing a streak of sky blue, as the cameraman man focuses upon her for a few moments before focusing upon the door, when a masked man entering, wearing a black full body suit, with spots of white that look like, well I’m sure you can figure it out once you figure out who it is, He walks up, you can clearly see, this is Bukkake Man, the biggest enigma in the entire wrestling world, He comes in and almost immediately holds both hands outwards, reaching for Mercedes breasts, but he is quickly met with a slap to the face, that causing the masked being to turn around backwards, before doing the flop made famous by Ric Flair…
Freaking Pervert yells Mercedes.
He goes to get up, trying to position himself where he could get a quick look up Mercedes skirt, however she simply knees him in the face, He quickly runs off.
God…I hope I just didn’t catch crabs right there.
A few moments later, Trent emerges from the bathroom; He quickly walks up, and notices Mercedes doesn’t seem to be in too happy of a mood.
What’s Wrong Firefly asks Trent.
That weird guy tried to grab me again, and I think I caught crabs when I kicked him.
Umm That sucks…Where since he is around here somewhere, I guess he can do those stupid commercials for me.
Yeah, let’s just get out of here.
Trent simply reaches up, pulling off the wig he was supposed to wear for the commercial.
A assistance to the production company runs up, trying to stop Trent.
You’re supposed to shoot a commercial now Mister Helms.
It’s okay, I got it covered, There is a mask guy running around somewhere on this studio, go find him, I just can’t bring myself to shoot a commercial right now.
With that, Trent and Mercedes exit out the door.
1 Hour Later
The screen emerges from the darkness as only Trent is standing in front of the screen, he seems to dressed in his normal daily wear which includes a Ramones T-Shirt, as well as some wristbands with blue flames upon him, He even has a cigarette lit in his hand, as he begins to speak.
You know Ortega; you have a way of misguiding the truth and getting people to rally behind your cause, show your weakness. You say everyone of us disrespected Ricky Johnson, as his reasoning to join with yourselves…New Flash…I hate Ricky Johnson guts, not because of what he did, but because I hate everything he claimed to be, a fraud, a rock star…the Henry freaking Wrinkler of this promotion, That was all he was, character wise, in ring wise, I respect the man, something your entire group claims we do not have…Trust me when I ****ing say this Ortega…
We respect each and every one of you deep down, he hate your guts, and secretly wish you were molested as children, possibly in Spike, Christian and Brad case, that may actually have happened.
Only two weeks into this, you are already losing it Ortega, you’re dealing with something you don’t know how to face, you’re dealing with something that can’t be manipulated by you aura of false security.
There was something I failed to notice, I have to think Vertigo for pointing it out to me, when he asked me earlier this week, Why didn’t I accept your request for a Hardcore Match, where I could have the entire midcard uprising, as everyone in this promotion, other then us, have dubbed it. I honestly had no idea you challenged me to a Hardcore Match, but I would of declined it for one reason.
I don’t only want to beat you, I want to shatter that ego of yours, I’ve dealt with some egos over the years, from some Spanish chick, who pretended to be Jennifer Lopez, to a couple I almost once considered friends, one believed she was BloodRayne in living form, the other believed he was the son of Satan, and yes, this one name wasn’t Nate Havok, but yours seems to take the cake…why so much take from a man who can only win matches where rules are non-existent. You call yourself a pure wrestler, but deep down, you know you the exact opposite, You secretly hope every match is drawn into a environment where anything could go. You’re not the technical messiah you claim to be, it became apparent inside the Dragon’s Den just a little over a month ago, that a match like that was right up your alley, unlike a match where you are confined to a set of rules that don’t play into your advantage, I wasn’t able to play into your little game Ortega, where if we fought under that kind of environment where I could leg drop you onto a table, drop you face first on a steel chair with the Final Flash once again, or jump off the thing I’m the most comfortable with…A Ladder. I could of played into your little game and accepted your challenged, but I declined because what happened if I beat you there, would you claim because I used a weapon against you, that it would be only a fluke, if the other enlighten souls, such as Shaun Wilson who has more potential then most of us combined interfered, or if Joe Everyman wanted to avenge his lost to you, that started off your pathetic X-Treme Title Reign, or if I climb a ladder, dived off and rotated in mid-air more times then humanly possible with what would possibly be a close encounter of the 900 kind, the move of legend, also known as the Power Cosmic, You would of continued to try to push your legacy people if we fought in that kind of match.
So, instead we get a match that plays into both of our advantages, don’t mistake yourself Davey, I am the better pure wrestler here, I was honing my skills in Japan and other parts of the world, while you were still swinging a steel chair, like it was a rock banging against another rock like the poop swinging banana chewing primate that you are…Yes for the first time in two weeks, I drop the P Word…Yay here come more E-Trent and every other name from a alien invasion movie you can think of. I smell the predictability.
But back on subject, while I may be the better pure wrestler then you, like I started earlier, my style is going to be my downfall in a match like this. Because I’m going to come out at you with everything I have, as soon as that bell rings, and as much endurance as I may have, It’s your toughness that will render it nearly ineffective, I guess all those hardcore and Dragon’s Den matches have really helped you there, because despite knowing this isn’t going to work, I’m still going to come out and do it anyways, Davey. Where I fall right into your hands, I stop coming at you as fast, my kicks become less efficient, and my chances of completely leapfrogging over your Setting Sun finisher begin to dwindle. I’ll be almost a sitting duck, trying to get two quick falls against you, and I’m not that skilled in the art of submission holds to be able to try to exchange holds with you. So that puts us as nearly equals, you won’t even try to see it that way, but down somewhere in the bottom of your mind, you know it to be true, Because after three encounters in the ring with me, You have failed to be able to gain a pinfall or submission victory over myself, You had two chances to do so, the time, I didn’t even allow you a chance to defend yourself.
I want to beat you fairly in the ring, without the use of any kind of weapon or outside interference, We can even make a truce right now, My boys stay away from ringside, if your boys can do the same, there are four cases this week, where our group meets your group, A Tag Team Match, a regular one falls match, a first blood match, as well as our 3 fall encounter this week. Let’s even make a small wager on this, Let’s sit back and watch as our guys, take on your guys, are you have to do is win 3 out of your four matches this Sunday, to prove that you are truly who you say you are. But the same can be side for us as well…To make this interesting…If both sides somehow manage to tie each other up in matches this week, Then we go to a tie-breaker next Sunday…Three of your boys, could be Spike, could be yourself or Manson, could be Ryan if he decides that the few bumps and bruises he took from his own son are that serious at all, could be him…You could even throw us a curveball here for all I care, and let the true talent of your group, Ricky Johnson himself shine and have his chance, to go against any three of my men, from the two undefeated guys in Angel and the soon to be National champion, Steve Awesome, could be Mark Evil who is dying for some real action after coming so close to winning the nCw Championship. I assure you Ortega. I won’t be one of those men in the ring next week, if it all comes down to that…Do you know why?
This is the part where you expect me to say, I’m Trent Helms and I’m out of this world…But it’s not time for that.
Because after this Sunday, defeating you for a second and third time is going to get old, I’m going to get bored playing with you, and move on to other things, because I’m already a huge star, hard to believe it only took two weeks to do so against you. After I finish with you this Sunday in our first, and final one on one encounter, I’m going to do something, it’s a taste that has been in my mouth for a little over five days now, the taste of Spike Kane dropkicking a chair directly into my face, and busting my lip open, he made me taste my own blood, yet he was only able to keep me down for a few moments, you know what is strange…I liked that felling, I liked knowing I had the champion of nCw attention, I liked it when myself and him exchanged letters with each other, neither man not willing to give a inch to the other, Spike giving me his full attention when there is no match between us was like the one time I accidentally struck it in Mercedes ass, it was that good, before she turned around and slapped me across the face, that part I didn’t like. But those two events happening have proven exactly, how far I have come along in just my two short months here in this promotion, It is nearly about to come a reality, that at some point, Trent Helms will challenge Spike Kane for that championship.
But sadly, as long as you stand in my way and you’re nearly infinite world title matches that you are given for no apparent reason other then doing what you do best.
Making people into bigger stars, Look at Lance Ryan, your war made him into a instant legend almost overnight, and led him to being the first hall of famer in this company half year lifespan, You turn Spike Kane into the most badass mother****er this company has ever seen, when you two met inside the Dragon’s Den…This Sunday, you make Trent Helms a household name, You take the guy, who was bought in particular by Leonard Fox to be bred for the holy ground that is being nCw Champion, I was a cash cow he hired because he knew I could get the job done, Haven’t you wondered why exactly Leonard hasn’t even became vocal about us stomping you and your boys into the ground? It’s because I am Leonard personal messiah, the one who caused him to go from a deadbeat wrestling promoter to a millionaire wrestling tycoon, I’m going to defeat you at Crossroads, and do you know why?
Because there is Davey Ortega.
Then there is Trent Helms
PS – Who is out of this world and just plain better then you.
