Post by destroyyou555 on Jan 25, 2008 17:51:00 GMT -6
A Rivalry that has been brewing for the better part of a month and a half, has finally came to the surface, in what will be a explosive match up of Speed and Endurance against Experience and Toughness, in a match where you not only have to defeat your opponent once, but have to somehow manage to do it twice.
The screen opens with a boy wearing a black Limp Bizkit, Three Dollar Billz Y’all Shirt appears on the screen, his hair is extremely shaggy, with tints of brown with a few streaks of blonde thrown in appears, The boy appears to be no more then sixteen at the most., A pair of baggy pants riding down extending under his white, yet dirty pair of Nike tennis shoes, a dark leather bag resting over his shoulder, he stops for a moment, looking around, trying to become familiar with his surroundings, It was another first day at another school, he had been passed around for years, until his mother bought him to this state called Virginia…He noticed a pair of kid playing football about fifty meter away, another group of kid, most of them wearing glasses and reading books were sitting on the opposite side of him. All theses kids were dressed in fashions from the GAP and other hot department stores at the time, yet he looked around, and knew this was going to be like every other school he was enrolled in before, being considered a outcast.
He started walking again still trying to get familiar with the layout of the school, he noticed some rails near the front entrance of the school, He stopped in his tracks, remembering how a few months ago, he managed to earn a bid to qualify for the summer X-Games in skateboarding, yet remember the day, he nearly snapped his leg in two, He looked down at his shoe, remembering the screw that were just inserted into his right ankle just month prior, He began to walk again when he noticed two girls about 30 yards in front of them, they were surrounded by a group of other kids in football jersey, Purple and Orange everywhere, It wasn’t the group of about six football players that concerned him, It was the two girls, they stood about five foot apiece, both nearly flat chested girls, one had bright red hair, that extended past her shoulders, a Tanktop with a skull and crossbones printed on it, you could even see a dark red bra underneath, while having a pair of camo Capri shorts finished off by a pair of black boots that went up to her knees, the other girl, had nearly the same figure, just a tad bit skinnier, pink hair that was a mess, a smear of mud resting on her cheek, A Marilyn Manson T-Shirt that was also covered in mud…
The boy casually begins walking in that direction, hearing the red haired one yelling at all of them, it seem she wasn’t happy about something, but he couldn’t quite figure it out, he continued to move closer as the other girl is yelling how they had no business pushing her into the mud like they did…They exchange words, most of them that would cause a high schooler to get into trouble, The pink hair one raises her hand, and goes to slap the biggest one of the bunch, who stand about six foot, three, and is in peak physical condition for someone his age, He blocks her hand, as another player reaches it and slaps the girl, causing her to fall to the ground, The red haired one charges and is quickly thrown down on the ground…
The boy knew what was going on, He didn’t know any of this people and was told to avoid fights, because the next time he did so, he would be shipped to a military school, He didn’t know theses girl, yet something about them, interested them…Without warning, he reaches into his bag, and pulls out a skateboard, he move closer to the group and almost without warning, slings it as hard as he could.
BAM!!!!
It nails one of the football players in the back of the head, causing him to collapse into the ground, next to one of the girls, The football players are a little slow to react, and quickly turn around, where the boy, leaps forward, jumping into the air, and driving both his knees into the chest of one of players, causing him to fall to the ground, holding his chest, the boy lands on his ankle, and immediately falls to the ground…He was about to take a beating for two people he didn’t know, the first football player throws a punch, that knocks the boy back down to the ground as he tries to struggle to his feet, The two girls get up, while the attention is turned away from them, When they both take aim, nailing two of the guys from behind below the belt, they fall, the one who has mounted the boy, turns his attention, where the one girl has reached into her bag to pull out a pair of brass knuckles, the last standing player get to his feet and is nailed right in the mouth with the brass knuckles by the pink haired one, She reaches back and slams her first against the Jaw, making sure he is down.
The boy is finally getting to his feet, the two girls look at him, as he smiles before wiping his mouth, noticing blood dripping from his mouth, He extends his hand towards the girl, they both look and kick him below the belt as he falls to the ground, They walk away.
What you expected to save us or something and be given a blowjob? We can take care of ourselves..
The girls walk off as the boy is left in pain lying on the ground.
He hasn’t even made it to his first class, and he’s already been given a fat lip and sore testicles…what a first day.
Two Hours later.
The boy is seen with his head resting over the desk, bits of dirt can be seen scattered thru his hair, suddenly a fist comes crashing down nearly 3 inches from his head, causing the desk to shake, he lifts his head up, eyes barely open to see most of the football players who he was involved with earlier staring down at him. They seem extremely pissed…but let’s fast forward past this…you’re not going to want to see what happens next.
The scene begins to go really fast, you can see the boy slightly getting roughed up as it speeds by outside in some field, finally after a few more moments, it stops, all of the football players defeated, The boy standing despite having a bloody nose and some puffyness appearing on his cheek.
The Boy yells to the heavens, and laughs, sometimes I don’t know my own strength, suddenly the two girl appear from earier behind two bushes, They both carrying rifles on them, the boy stop in his tracks.
They giggle slightly…Don’t worry…there only tranquilizers…
The boy looks confused, you mean to tell me, I just didn’t beat the crap out of seven football players by myself, I mean I was throwing Sonic Booms, and Haden-Ken, and maybe even a kamehameha wave in there.
So you did Bulma the one girl laughs…We figured we owed you one for saving us, don’t don’t think you’re still going to get a blowjob out of it…well my sister might, but not me says the red haired one….Oh by the way, where are our manners.
The red haired one holds out her arm…I’m Jackie
The skinner nearly flat chested one just holds her hips at the side…I’m Mercedes.
The boy begins to say his name, but he is somewhat shy….my……na…me…is…T….Rent
Nice to meet you Trent says the one known as Jackie, suddenly the pink hair one steps forward, dropping her gun to the ground as it goes off, a dart shoots forward, lodging it directly into the shin of the boy…The screen slowly begins to fade.
I know you are asking yourself one question Davey, What was the entire point of that, much like myself and Awesome appearing in the movie Cloverfield, last week the message was, a monster came out of nowhere, something you wasn’t prepared to deal with, something that has the chance to overcome you.
This week, I assure you all that had a similar message, not that I’m still a monster you can’t deal with, because if you think that, you’re not as bright as you make yourself out to be, The message I was trying to send to you was. Even when I have the disadvantage, and believe me, I have one, not because You’re Davey Ortega, choker supreme, or Davey Ortega, stale and unoriginal, but because of the match itself, while we both pride ourselves on being Pure Wrestlers, despite your only pay per view win in this company being a Hardcore Match, funny how you talk so highly on your talk show, that I usually have to get Ti-Vo and fast forward thru most of it, about how you’re a pure wrestler, let’s make no mistake, I am too.
But a Two out Of Three Falls match doesn’t really put any kind of advantage in my favor, mostly because of my style of wrestling. As much endurance and toughness as I may have, even the smallest male member of the roster does tire out, We know as soon as that bell rings, I’m going to come flying out you with everything I have, using my superior speed advantage I have against you from the opening bell. You could try to fight back, but it may be for your own advantage that you don’t…You’re asking yourself…why don’t I fight back…A Genius like yourself knows that answer, or at least he should, I’m going to tire out, I’m going to eventually be at the point where my speed and endurance advantages are going to fade away, where I fall right into your hands, allowing you to pick me apart. IF that is my plan of action, I would have to unleash enough firepower before that happens to pin you in two straight falls, and that would be underestimating you, Ortega because you won’t allow that to happen, nor will it happen. I may hate your guts, and think you’re not worthy of the three world title matches you already had. But you’ve proven you’re more then a pretty little face, you’ve shown that you’re able to escape situation most others can’t, and the situations you can’t escape, you manage to somehow manage to survive without scars and bruises, You’ve taken a spine buster into the fire of hell, You’ve been wrapped in barbed wire yet escaped with only a small setback, I may have the most explosive offense that has ever been seen in this promotion, But Ortega, you have the art of defense down to a tee. Even if I managed to hit you with everything I have, I doubt, I could escape with two straight falls before you even got out of the gate.
But why am I telling you this, Ortega, is this a ploy to draw your attention away from something else? Am I trying to get you to fall into a trap, I assure you, it neither, You should know for a fact, I am a very boastful person, I exposing a possible weakness, because I want to have the very best of Davey Ortega, Last Sunday, should have been a dead giveaway, you won’t be able to half ass around this obstacle. I want something more, then Davey Ortega being defeated once again at my hands, Because leaving you down on the ground, is beginning to get old.
We’ve been in the ring together three times, Three times you had a chance to defeat me, to strike me down, to prove that there is Davey Ortega, and then everyone else…All three times, You have been left down on the ground, the first time, you merely escaped defeat from me, I was about to put the finishing touches on four other men, one of which, I know is a partner in crime with me. Even when I managed to somehow not to win that match, due to outside interference, you were left down in the ring, counting the stars…That was number one.
Number two, I’m sure it’s still stinging in your mind, it was just a little less then two weeks ago, when I drove the air right out of your lungs, I pulled you down from the heavens you believe you sit upon, I then wanted to continue to prove, you’re not the top dog in this promotion, when I rattled that genius brain of yours, and left you with a mark on that forehead of yours…
Number Three, When you and Manson were defeated by a better team, a team more hungry then yourself and Manson, you will claim outside interference was the only reason for your downfall, regardless, Steve Awesome pinned you, and we are now given the unofficial title of number one contenders to The Hollands tag team title reign.
The fourth time is going to be different for you, Not that you will somehow manage to get the better of me, not that your fortunes will turn and you will have your hand raised in victory, No, it’s going to be different, because something that has barely escaped my gasp the two other times we have met each other in the ring, under a official match. Where I pin your shoulders to the mat, and pick up a pin fall victory over Davey Ortega, The kicker, I get to do something that is highly unexpected of me, because I’m still considered below your band of high class hookers, the truth is, I cracked that ceiling, I put a whole in that status that each and every one of you gives yourselves, This Sunday, I break the barricade down completely, when I do what has never been done, defeat you Davey, two times in the same night, You may not consider me your equal, you may not even consider me a threat, But at crossroads, it will be your own career that hits it on crossroads, Because the following week, You’re going to do something, that even yourself doesn’t think you are capable of…Do you know what that is Ortega?
You’re going to have to dig deep, and tell are the fans that support you like the going out of style fad that you are, You’re going to call the parents who gave you up to your uncle so you could have a better life, You’re going to go see the uncle you were given away too, to have said better life, You’re even going to have to come face to face with the men who helps give you all the helpful advice he gives, You’re going to frown, the cocky smirk that is permanently tattooed on your face, and you’re going to have to tell them…There is someone who is better then me, there is someone who is far superior to myself, you’re going to have to admit you are nothing more then a fraud, a false profit to your own cause, You’re going to tell them…Trent Helms is indeed the future of this business, a star that outshine even my own, You’re going to tell them, with tears in your eyes, You can’t beat Trent Helms, Look at the bright side…You’re properly be handed another title shot you don’t deserve for doing so.
There is something that does get me however. Before I end this important message that was made for you only. I’ve noticed two weeks in a row, you call yourself a pure wrestler, I find that statement a little funny to be honest, How is it, that a pure wrestler like yourself only has watchable matches in a environment where anything goes, Your only championship win here, wasn’t for pure wrestling, but instead in a hardcore and extreme violent environment? Some people may believe what you call yourself, and say, you were out of your element in a match like Dragon’s Den. But someone who is a pure wrestler such a myself, who can pull moves off, you wouldn’t even begin to attempt, I held the X-Division championship, longer then your X-Treme championship reign, I managed to beat the best pure wrestler in this promotion, who makes his long awaited in ring return to the ring this Sunday against…well that other guy name isn’t important, the first time he has done so, since he has been given a close encounter of the six hundred and thirty kind, a fate you have somehow managed to avoid.
You’re a gambler, much like the gentleman you screwed out of a quarter of a million dollars the week before, he gambled until his luck ran out, You too are a gambler, three times in the ring, you gambled hoping you could just survive, somehow, the wrath of someone far superior to yourself, you managed to come out all three times, without a defeat at my hands, and the wrath of the most deviating finishing move in this promotion, the close encounter, but the luck is going to run out in just three short days, the luck of the draw, the Irish, or a magic rainbow, is dying down, the final countdown if you will is beginning, when I finally manage to pin your shoulders to the mat, not once, but twice, and when all is said and done Ortega, you will have to do what I stated earlier…You will tell everyone after Sunday.
That Trent Helms Is out of this World and That Trent Helms is just plain better then you.
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The screen opens with a boy wearing a black Limp Bizkit, Three Dollar Billz Y’all Shirt appears on the screen, his hair is extremely shaggy, with tints of brown with a few streaks of blonde thrown in appears, The boy appears to be no more then sixteen at the most., A pair of baggy pants riding down extending under his white, yet dirty pair of Nike tennis shoes, a dark leather bag resting over his shoulder, he stops for a moment, looking around, trying to become familiar with his surroundings, It was another first day at another school, he had been passed around for years, until his mother bought him to this state called Virginia…He noticed a pair of kid playing football about fifty meter away, another group of kid, most of them wearing glasses and reading books were sitting on the opposite side of him. All theses kids were dressed in fashions from the GAP and other hot department stores at the time, yet he looked around, and knew this was going to be like every other school he was enrolled in before, being considered a outcast.
He started walking again still trying to get familiar with the layout of the school, he noticed some rails near the front entrance of the school, He stopped in his tracks, remembering how a few months ago, he managed to earn a bid to qualify for the summer X-Games in skateboarding, yet remember the day, he nearly snapped his leg in two, He looked down at his shoe, remembering the screw that were just inserted into his right ankle just month prior, He began to walk again when he noticed two girls about 30 yards in front of them, they were surrounded by a group of other kids in football jersey, Purple and Orange everywhere, It wasn’t the group of about six football players that concerned him, It was the two girls, they stood about five foot apiece, both nearly flat chested girls, one had bright red hair, that extended past her shoulders, a Tanktop with a skull and crossbones printed on it, you could even see a dark red bra underneath, while having a pair of camo Capri shorts finished off by a pair of black boots that went up to her knees, the other girl, had nearly the same figure, just a tad bit skinnier, pink hair that was a mess, a smear of mud resting on her cheek, A Marilyn Manson T-Shirt that was also covered in mud…
The boy casually begins walking in that direction, hearing the red haired one yelling at all of them, it seem she wasn’t happy about something, but he couldn’t quite figure it out, he continued to move closer as the other girl is yelling how they had no business pushing her into the mud like they did…They exchange words, most of them that would cause a high schooler to get into trouble, The pink hair one raises her hand, and goes to slap the biggest one of the bunch, who stand about six foot, three, and is in peak physical condition for someone his age, He blocks her hand, as another player reaches it and slaps the girl, causing her to fall to the ground, The red haired one charges and is quickly thrown down on the ground…
The boy knew what was going on, He didn’t know any of this people and was told to avoid fights, because the next time he did so, he would be shipped to a military school, He didn’t know theses girl, yet something about them, interested them…Without warning, he reaches into his bag, and pulls out a skateboard, he move closer to the group and almost without warning, slings it as hard as he could.
BAM!!!!
It nails one of the football players in the back of the head, causing him to collapse into the ground, next to one of the girls, The football players are a little slow to react, and quickly turn around, where the boy, leaps forward, jumping into the air, and driving both his knees into the chest of one of players, causing him to fall to the ground, holding his chest, the boy lands on his ankle, and immediately falls to the ground…He was about to take a beating for two people he didn’t know, the first football player throws a punch, that knocks the boy back down to the ground as he tries to struggle to his feet, The two girls get up, while the attention is turned away from them, When they both take aim, nailing two of the guys from behind below the belt, they fall, the one who has mounted the boy, turns his attention, where the one girl has reached into her bag to pull out a pair of brass knuckles, the last standing player get to his feet and is nailed right in the mouth with the brass knuckles by the pink haired one, She reaches back and slams her first against the Jaw, making sure he is down.
The boy is finally getting to his feet, the two girls look at him, as he smiles before wiping his mouth, noticing blood dripping from his mouth, He extends his hand towards the girl, they both look and kick him below the belt as he falls to the ground, They walk away.
What you expected to save us or something and be given a blowjob? We can take care of ourselves..
The girls walk off as the boy is left in pain lying on the ground.
He hasn’t even made it to his first class, and he’s already been given a fat lip and sore testicles…what a first day.
Two Hours later.
The boy is seen with his head resting over the desk, bits of dirt can be seen scattered thru his hair, suddenly a fist comes crashing down nearly 3 inches from his head, causing the desk to shake, he lifts his head up, eyes barely open to see most of the football players who he was involved with earlier staring down at him. They seem extremely pissed…but let’s fast forward past this…you’re not going to want to see what happens next.
The scene begins to go really fast, you can see the boy slightly getting roughed up as it speeds by outside in some field, finally after a few more moments, it stops, all of the football players defeated, The boy standing despite having a bloody nose and some puffyness appearing on his cheek.
The Boy yells to the heavens, and laughs, sometimes I don’t know my own strength, suddenly the two girl appear from earier behind two bushes, They both carrying rifles on them, the boy stop in his tracks.
They giggle slightly…Don’t worry…there only tranquilizers…
The boy looks confused, you mean to tell me, I just didn’t beat the crap out of seven football players by myself, I mean I was throwing Sonic Booms, and Haden-Ken, and maybe even a kamehameha wave in there.
So you did Bulma the one girl laughs…We figured we owed you one for saving us, don’t don’t think you’re still going to get a blowjob out of it…well my sister might, but not me says the red haired one….Oh by the way, where are our manners.
The red haired one holds out her arm…I’m Jackie
The skinner nearly flat chested one just holds her hips at the side…I’m Mercedes.
The boy begins to say his name, but he is somewhat shy….my……na…me…is…T….Rent
Nice to meet you Trent says the one known as Jackie, suddenly the pink hair one steps forward, dropping her gun to the ground as it goes off, a dart shoots forward, lodging it directly into the shin of the boy…The screen slowly begins to fade.
I know you are asking yourself one question Davey, What was the entire point of that, much like myself and Awesome appearing in the movie Cloverfield, last week the message was, a monster came out of nowhere, something you wasn’t prepared to deal with, something that has the chance to overcome you.
This week, I assure you all that had a similar message, not that I’m still a monster you can’t deal with, because if you think that, you’re not as bright as you make yourself out to be, The message I was trying to send to you was. Even when I have the disadvantage, and believe me, I have one, not because You’re Davey Ortega, choker supreme, or Davey Ortega, stale and unoriginal, but because of the match itself, while we both pride ourselves on being Pure Wrestlers, despite your only pay per view win in this company being a Hardcore Match, funny how you talk so highly on your talk show, that I usually have to get Ti-Vo and fast forward thru most of it, about how you’re a pure wrestler, let’s make no mistake, I am too.
But a Two out Of Three Falls match doesn’t really put any kind of advantage in my favor, mostly because of my style of wrestling. As much endurance and toughness as I may have, even the smallest male member of the roster does tire out, We know as soon as that bell rings, I’m going to come flying out you with everything I have, using my superior speed advantage I have against you from the opening bell. You could try to fight back, but it may be for your own advantage that you don’t…You’re asking yourself…why don’t I fight back…A Genius like yourself knows that answer, or at least he should, I’m going to tire out, I’m going to eventually be at the point where my speed and endurance advantages are going to fade away, where I fall right into your hands, allowing you to pick me apart. IF that is my plan of action, I would have to unleash enough firepower before that happens to pin you in two straight falls, and that would be underestimating you, Ortega because you won’t allow that to happen, nor will it happen. I may hate your guts, and think you’re not worthy of the three world title matches you already had. But you’ve proven you’re more then a pretty little face, you’ve shown that you’re able to escape situation most others can’t, and the situations you can’t escape, you manage to somehow manage to survive without scars and bruises, You’ve taken a spine buster into the fire of hell, You’ve been wrapped in barbed wire yet escaped with only a small setback, I may have the most explosive offense that has ever been seen in this promotion, But Ortega, you have the art of defense down to a tee. Even if I managed to hit you with everything I have, I doubt, I could escape with two straight falls before you even got out of the gate.
But why am I telling you this, Ortega, is this a ploy to draw your attention away from something else? Am I trying to get you to fall into a trap, I assure you, it neither, You should know for a fact, I am a very boastful person, I exposing a possible weakness, because I want to have the very best of Davey Ortega, Last Sunday, should have been a dead giveaway, you won’t be able to half ass around this obstacle. I want something more, then Davey Ortega being defeated once again at my hands, Because leaving you down on the ground, is beginning to get old.
We’ve been in the ring together three times, Three times you had a chance to defeat me, to strike me down, to prove that there is Davey Ortega, and then everyone else…All three times, You have been left down on the ground, the first time, you merely escaped defeat from me, I was about to put the finishing touches on four other men, one of which, I know is a partner in crime with me. Even when I managed to somehow not to win that match, due to outside interference, you were left down in the ring, counting the stars…That was number one.
Number two, I’m sure it’s still stinging in your mind, it was just a little less then two weeks ago, when I drove the air right out of your lungs, I pulled you down from the heavens you believe you sit upon, I then wanted to continue to prove, you’re not the top dog in this promotion, when I rattled that genius brain of yours, and left you with a mark on that forehead of yours…
Number Three, When you and Manson were defeated by a better team, a team more hungry then yourself and Manson, you will claim outside interference was the only reason for your downfall, regardless, Steve Awesome pinned you, and we are now given the unofficial title of number one contenders to The Hollands tag team title reign.
The fourth time is going to be different for you, Not that you will somehow manage to get the better of me, not that your fortunes will turn and you will have your hand raised in victory, No, it’s going to be different, because something that has barely escaped my gasp the two other times we have met each other in the ring, under a official match. Where I pin your shoulders to the mat, and pick up a pin fall victory over Davey Ortega, The kicker, I get to do something that is highly unexpected of me, because I’m still considered below your band of high class hookers, the truth is, I cracked that ceiling, I put a whole in that status that each and every one of you gives yourselves, This Sunday, I break the barricade down completely, when I do what has never been done, defeat you Davey, two times in the same night, You may not consider me your equal, you may not even consider me a threat, But at crossroads, it will be your own career that hits it on crossroads, Because the following week, You’re going to do something, that even yourself doesn’t think you are capable of…Do you know what that is Ortega?
You’re going to have to dig deep, and tell are the fans that support you like the going out of style fad that you are, You’re going to call the parents who gave you up to your uncle so you could have a better life, You’re going to go see the uncle you were given away too, to have said better life, You’re even going to have to come face to face with the men who helps give you all the helpful advice he gives, You’re going to frown, the cocky smirk that is permanently tattooed on your face, and you’re going to have to tell them…There is someone who is better then me, there is someone who is far superior to myself, you’re going to have to admit you are nothing more then a fraud, a false profit to your own cause, You’re going to tell them…Trent Helms is indeed the future of this business, a star that outshine even my own, You’re going to tell them, with tears in your eyes, You can’t beat Trent Helms, Look at the bright side…You’re properly be handed another title shot you don’t deserve for doing so.
There is something that does get me however. Before I end this important message that was made for you only. I’ve noticed two weeks in a row, you call yourself a pure wrestler, I find that statement a little funny to be honest, How is it, that a pure wrestler like yourself only has watchable matches in a environment where anything goes, Your only championship win here, wasn’t for pure wrestling, but instead in a hardcore and extreme violent environment? Some people may believe what you call yourself, and say, you were out of your element in a match like Dragon’s Den. But someone who is a pure wrestler such a myself, who can pull moves off, you wouldn’t even begin to attempt, I held the X-Division championship, longer then your X-Treme championship reign, I managed to beat the best pure wrestler in this promotion, who makes his long awaited in ring return to the ring this Sunday against…well that other guy name isn’t important, the first time he has done so, since he has been given a close encounter of the six hundred and thirty kind, a fate you have somehow managed to avoid.
You’re a gambler, much like the gentleman you screwed out of a quarter of a million dollars the week before, he gambled until his luck ran out, You too are a gambler, three times in the ring, you gambled hoping you could just survive, somehow, the wrath of someone far superior to yourself, you managed to come out all three times, without a defeat at my hands, and the wrath of the most deviating finishing move in this promotion, the close encounter, but the luck is going to run out in just three short days, the luck of the draw, the Irish, or a magic rainbow, is dying down, the final countdown if you will is beginning, when I finally manage to pin your shoulders to the mat, not once, but twice, and when all is said and done Ortega, you will have to do what I stated earlier…You will tell everyone after Sunday.
That Trent Helms Is out of this World and That Trent Helms is just plain better then you.
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