Post by destroyyou555 on Jun 13, 2008 2:40:41 GMT -6
The Scene opens in a house, as a little graphic flashes Atlanta, Georgia…First you’re asking, this is a Trent Helms promo, what the hell am I doing opening a scene. I guess I can’t hide behind a keyboard forever when it comes to my promos, I’ve been hiding behind it for several weeks as if I had something to hide, I’m not hiding or running from anything. Regardless Let Me Continue, with this filler message that everyone seems to think is important for some odd reason.
The camera pans around showing this house, which has a bowflex sitting in the corner with a piece of rope around it, along with several wrestling pictures of some Canadian guy named Chris. I never heard of him. The camera continues to move around showing a HD Television, no need to focus on that, everyone in nCw has one, the camera shifts to around to show a Zebra pattern couch, with two people laying on it, first it shows a female, laying her head on the midsection of the male, the female has never before been seen in nCw, she has long black hair with shades of emerald green going thru it, while smeared green eyeliner, matching the color of the streaks in her hair, a Pentacool amulet resting between the cleavage in her low cut Floggin Molly T-Shirt, which is also green. She makes no notice of the camera, until the boy sitting under her, sits up, showing his black and blonde hair, part of which is covering his brown eyes. He removes his hair from his face to reveal the man who may become only the third man to win the nCw Championship in Trent Helms.
The chick sits up for a minute and looks at him.
Why are you speaking in Third Person?
Because I was too cheap to hire the announcer guy from the movies?
Well…It’s weird, you speaking in Third Person, and you didn’t introduce me.
Everyone this is..
Do it in Third Person Dammit, people are going to think you’re retarded or something.
They already do.
The girl is was once sitting on the chest of Trent Helms, who seems to have some kind of obsession with the color Green is Jenna, atleast that is her real name, I wish I could come up with some kind of cool name to give her for her nCw debut, but Jenna it seems, is not interested in pro wrestling what so ever, you would ask what would she see in Trent Helms, considering he is a professional wrestling, maybe being cute in a extremely dorky kind of way has something to do with it, perhaps it’s my uncanny Charisma, my sexual prowess.
Please. You barely lasted three minutes in bed.
Moving on, maybe it was the way I’m gifted with my tongue.
You sucked at that too hunny.
Maybe it’s because….Seriously, I’m wondering, why are you with me.
It’s rather simple hun. You know that really creepy sixty year old man you showed me the other day, with the huge muscles…
Yeah…What does Vince McMahon have to do with anything.
What was that thing he said? It’s all about the Money!
Wait…what….Seriously, You’re only doing me for my money?
Duh, what did you expect.
Wow…
*She flicks Trent on the forehead, where a bandage is from the stitches he received from his brutal match at the hands of Angel a few weeks ago in the Barbed Wire*
Trent, you were a lucky find for me, and the fact, that supposedly you’re famous is a great package deal, I don’t care if you’re some big shot professional wrestler, I like you because of your personality, and you are rather cute, as you stated in a extremely dorky way, but I have some horrible news.
What’s that?
I’m only Seventeen.
The moment she said that, I could hear Fed-Ex arriving on my doorstep with a letter from Kelly Fox, saying she was releasing me from the company, and that in this exact moment, people were posting blogs about me being a Pedophile, I’m sure that would fly over will well with Management….Hey I’m Trent Helms, the nCw Champion and a register Sex Offender.
You’re talking in third person again….Calm Down…I’m Twenty-Two.
Anyones, I figured I let everyone know I am actually alive and doing well, since I met Jenna here, but things are going to need to take a serious turn, and Jenna I’m glad you’re here, because something Lance Ryan said did get inside my head.
Who’s Lance Ryan?
After that comment, Lance Ryan is as well as his grandfather is turning in his grave.
He’s some even well known Canadian then myself.
Well Continue, what do you have to tell me, and Lance?
Jenna, and Lance as well, it is true, I have some self doubting problems, I have always had them, and for a time in my life, I was able to live behind a wall where my own self-esteem problems wasn’t in the way, about the time, I just pretended not to be apart of the human race at all, where I tried to pretend I couldn’t care about anything what so ever, Where I was trying to hide everything between a shield of lies and false bravado. However things began crashing down, like my rib cage in that two out of three falls match against Davey Ortega. I injured myself, and all the self doubt came back, it didn’t help me when Mercedes left me shortly afterwards, I somehow was able to coast thru, then Adam Knite was lost temporary.
Who’s Adam Knite.
You know what, can you like, play 360 or give me head or something while I tell a story?
You look like that wouldn’t you?
I wouldn’t stop you.
Anyways, as I was saying, There was once a very dark period in my life, around 2003. I was wrestling in a promotion I rather not name, myself and Mercedes were only dating back then, that would be my Ex-wife I told you about Jenna before you ask, along with her sister, and her two children, Alex And Sariassa, who I was like the god-father of. I had several friends, and was riding a populatity that rivals the point of where I’m at now. Then slowly…one by one, my friends and family began to drop, Adam lost several months off his career after taking a powerbomb off a 18 wheeler. Mercedes was in a comma for some time, and her sister Jackie and her children were killed, all within a span of a few weeks. It was during this time, someone else happened, something that has haunted me for my entire career. I ended the career of a promising young wrestler, unlike Spike Kane or many people in this promotion, I was not proud of the fact, I ended someone career, and I’m not talking about as a per-match stipulation, the pressure of losing everything around me, drove me mad, I became reckless, I became naïve, I became the whinest little bitch you ever would of came across. It was a ladder match for a Cruiserweight Title, a championship in that promotion, that my name was so accustom to. Regardless, after learning that Mercedes slipped into a comma…I snapped and dived off the ladder, not really planning out the distance or the impact I was falling onto someone, believe it or not, was actually smaller them me, I landed on their neck, and paralyzed them. I was in a trance, not caring about anyone around me, because I was in so much pain emotionally, then I realized what I did.
What I did in that match was unforgivable on my part, I ended up using a power that no mere-mortal should have, the power to forever ruin someone life. It was something that had stayed with me, in the deepest part of my mind, you have to ask yourself, what does this have to do with the Three Way Match?
Trent looks around for several moments, you know for Dramatic effect.
I’m beginning to lose everything again, like I did back then, I was on the verge of the world title in that promotion, as I am now. Knite is being accused of something he didn’t do. My other best friend hates my guts, then again I guess you can’t really call him my best friend, since he wants to give me a Steve-K-O that takes me out of the title picture after this Sunday. Mercedes left me, and granted I have been lucky to perhaps find someone new to make me happy, I still feel hallow inside, due to all the misfortune that has been happening to me lately, maybe Karma is decided to show her face at the wrong time. I’m getting to the point of losing control of my own emotions, this doesn’t mean some transformation or anything of the sorts. But the last time I lost it, someone got hurt, someone life nearly ended and somewhere they may be watching in a wheelchair, wishing I killed them, instead of leaving them a world of pain and torment, something I don’t wish upon anyone, not you Lance, and not even you Steve.
Wow…That’s deep….You’re seriously working yourself up for some Mercy Sex.
I told You Lance, I don’t know if I’m ready to be the face of the company, you clearly decided not to even hear me out, because I’m not even debating that point with you, what so ever, but I found something extremely funny, in your statement. You have to be the most unintentional funny man in this business Lance.
Putting my own spin on what you said, You said myself and Steve Awesome aren’t ready to handle the pressures of being the face of this company, which as I stated, I don’t know if I’m ready, I’ll cross that bridge when I defeat you or Awesome Sunday, and remember Lance, I don’t have to beat you to take your nCw Championship. Regardless I’ve stated several times, I’m not sure if I’m ready to handle the pressure of doing so, but it’s the thrill that’s getting to me, knowing that I could be on the verge of having the chance to be the go too guy in this company, I may not believe in myself fully, but the fans have always believed in me, even when myself hasn’t. fully been able to do so. They believed in you, when everyone figured Davey Ortega would be the first ever nCw Champion. I’m not so confident because I don’t know what will happen when I’m forced to grow up and mature a little more, as the poster boy of this company. Regardless, let me get back to your statement.
So you were saying, I and Awesome aren’t prepared for the trials that await us if one of us manages to walk out of Picture Perfect as nCw Champion. I told you what I think about that, but for the sake of not arguing with you. You did ignored me question if you were cracking under the pressure of doing so, but once again, I won’t go there for right now. You were all serious, looking like Paul Levesque up in this mother****er. Telling everyone how I and Steve can’t handle the pressures of what awaits us.
You’re asking yourself Lance? What am I getting at? What humor did I find in your statement?
It wasn’t your statement that was funny, you know what was?
Here you all…All Serious, talking like you’re handling the pressures of being a World Champion and the cornerstone of this business, while sitting in a insane asylum on a suicide watch.
You can’t write comedy like that, atleast internationally.
I know why you’re there Lance, I know you still feeling the effects of the loss of your grandfather, but you’re in a place, none of us want to be, I mean while the respect I lost for you Sunday, has started to come back, because yeah, I can’t stay made at you, You’re Lance Ryan, the man who I pity.
Yes I pity you Lance.
I pity the fact, that everything around you, is falling apart, your mind is nearly lost, you can’t think straight, you have two of the most hungrey superstars in this business coming from you, and you slowly beginning to show your signs of weakness, you noted mine, my self doubt, You talked about how Steve is so full of himself as a weakness, what exactly do you call what you everything you said, sounded a bit of overconfidence to me, it’s sad Lance, when even your own fans, stop believing everything you say, I should know, I’m one of them and I can’t even believe half the **** that comes out of your mouth. You’re a more helpless case then I even imagined Lance. You tell us, Steve Awesome isn’t worthy, that Trent Helms isn’t worthy.
There you go, into Third Person again.
Shut Your DSL right now Jenna, I’m busy.
Yeah, I’m going to be busy too, and guess who not invited into the, Your not going to get any tonight club.
Trent sighs.
Sometimes I wonder why I think me being a slut is the key to true love.
Regardless, You tell us we are not worthy, and you will wait for another superstar worthy of taking the championship from you, because what, Lance Ryan the alimighty says so? I asked Awesome for a makeshift Alliance out of respect for you. A Three Way Match isn’t about who has the greatest skill, because quite frankly, I have you both of you beat there. It’s all about tactics and thinking, I know when that bell rings, all you will thinking about is…Smash…Grunt…Snarl…Grandpapa…and maybe how Queering doesn’t make the world go round. I noted I know how dangerous you will be, because you’re fighting for someone else honor, that you fighting for the honor of your late grandfather. We know how the ****ing story goes Lance, we’re not that dumb, sure we’re young, sure we at times can be a little reckless and full of ourselves and perhaps, we’re dumb and also full of ****ing cum. But compared to other wrestlers of our age, we are rather intelligent, I’m not some rookie that you try to make myself and Steve out to be, I’m a Seven Year Pro in this business, and has seen a lot of stuff take place. I have more experience in this business then nearly all other twenty-six year olds out there, I asked Awesome for help in taming you, because clearly I see the danger you present in your current state, You’re willing to hurt yourself to prove a point, and *** damn Lance, I know a thing or too about hurting myself, I do so every Sunday, I take risks, you wouldn’t be willing too, I try things, no one even thinks is possible, I throw caution to the wind, and open my wings and fly, and dammit, busted ribs, hurt back or not, I’m going to fly and soar even higher then I ever have before, I don’t care if I have to do a 180, a three sixty, a four-fifty or a mothe****ing Six Hundred and Thirty of the close encounter kind, there will be a end of a era, and I’m not talking about your Sitout-Powerbomb. It will be the end of a era, when your title reign, is finally ended, and you know why?
Because I’m living the Boyhood Dream right now, the kind that is usually reserved for Pretty Boys with a really bad receding hairline, who tries to hide the fact that he is a huge asshole behind a Cross.
I’ve lived for this moment Lance. It’s been my dream as a child to be fighting for the greatest prize in this sport, when other were playing Hockey, when my brother was laughing at me saying I couldn’t make it in this business as he tore my flesh with Barbed Wire, I tried and have made it this far. I’m not falling from Grace, when the key to immortality is at my finger-tips.
I plan to reach up and cease the chance to say…Hey my name is Trent Helms, and I’m nCw Champion.
Now how do I top that, I can’t end the promo that way, I mean granted I know I should, I should just take the high road and call it a night.
But I almost forgot about you.
Mister Big Shot Alimighty himself in the ****ing flesh….Steve Awesome
I been wanting to say this to you for such a long ****ing time, Steve, but each time I held my tongue, thinking I could end up trying to patch things up with you, I mean sure, we had great times together like the time, we got arrested together, or the times we broke Kayface each and every week I mean who wouldn’t want you as a friend, You own a Stripclub, you make it easy to pick up chicks, and you party like it’s going out of style, I mean who doesn’t want a friend like that.
Then I realized suddenly, You wasn’t a very good friend at al, I mean you ****ed my wife while I was sitting away licking my wounds, you bad mouth me behind my back, Hell I’m sure if it came down to it, if I didn’t kill myself against Ortega, you would of pulled the trigger yourself, infact you were a horrible ****ing friend.
Seriously first off, I hope you ****ing wore protection when you did Mercedes, I seriously do, honestly I got the ****ing clap from that whore.
Wait you got the Clap?
It’s curable you know.
I been holding back for far far way to long when it came to saying things to you, I was dumbfounded, you treated me like ****, you screwed my wife, hell you made my life very uncomfortable, and here I was starstruck like Carly Robins was when you gave her some of your man chowder. I didn’t have the nerve to tell you just to **** off like I was dying inside to say. I don’t know what it was, your abs, your lies, or the fact, I did actually care for you, when you were nothing in this promotion. I could never finish you off, because honestly I didn’t have the nerve to do so, Here I am, the greatest risk taker in the one year history of nCw, and I couldn’t take the risk to hurt you…God what the **** was I thinking for so long.
My eyes are open now, no more respecting you, no more caring for you, The Kiddie Gloves are coming off this Sunday, when it comes to you.
First thing, calling me a ****ing tenth grader, dude, you’re like what, one year older then me, what did some vertically challenge person kick you in the shin in middle school. I bet you were the most popular person in your high school wasn’t you? Everyone wanted to be you, and anyone who stood in your way, you shoved in a locker, did Daddy not love you or something growing up, that you became such a ****ing asshole.
It’s funny, every since you came into nCw, you have always decided to make yourself known in what group it was that was the hottest thing, First The Mid-Card Uprising, then the Empire, now the Corporate Empire, I bet things feel just like High School again for you, having friends, and stablemates, smile and make fun of everyone on the roster, like you’re better then all of them, and anyone one person who steps in your way, you and your group outnumber them, beat them up, berate them, and throw them away like all your used condoms.
Now I sit here, and I actually wonder, why does everyone think you’re the future of this company, why does everyone think you’re seriously so great? I mean, yes, You’ve beaten Reckless Jack, you’ve beaten Lance Ryan, you beaten them all, but yet there was always one guy, you could never beat, do you know who it is?
Yeah, the man who you spent so much time to come up with a insult for, and ultimately you went the usual midget and Tenth grader route.
How does it feel to know, that you never ended up being able to beat this ****ing midget Steve? I took your Tag Team Title, which you will claim I cheated, I claim you shouldn’t wear such tight ****ing pants, that is someone is pulling on them, your nut sack doesn’t get split up the middle, if I remember correctly, You grabbed my pants first, luckily for me, I know to wear loose fitting clothing incase some asshole decides to grab my pants, they also make life a lot easier when said person is trying to pull on your tights and reverse it…But beyond that, do you remember Reborn Steve? You hit me with every shot you had, you picked apart a body part and went to work, I admit you did hurt me pretty badly, but it’s the ending that brings a smile to my face, more then a chick that grabs your junk in the middle of making love and sticks it in a very uncomfortable place, The fact that at the end of the night, Steve Awesome, the future of this company, got knocked the **** out by a Midget.
I know I didn’t beat you at Reborn, but the fact remains, I was the only one who could manage to get to his feet when the smoked cleared.
I know what you’re going to do Steve, you’re going to say things will change, you will have some female smile at you and drool over your wonderful abs, you will refuse to acknowledge that anyone but yourself has talent, you will show off your abs, you will try to put us down, did I mention you will show off your abs?
You know the one that you can clearly see a bruise on, the ones you can see the make up that is brushed onto them to try to hide, and the one that was given to you, by a midget.
I want you to do something for me Steve.
Grab a piece of paper and write this down.
You got it ready, you got a pen in your hand to write down what I’m about to ask?
Okay…Steve…make sure you get this…you ready.
Shut The **** Up and prepare to be Broken Into Nothing.
The camera pans around showing this house, which has a bowflex sitting in the corner with a piece of rope around it, along with several wrestling pictures of some Canadian guy named Chris. I never heard of him. The camera continues to move around showing a HD Television, no need to focus on that, everyone in nCw has one, the camera shifts to around to show a Zebra pattern couch, with two people laying on it, first it shows a female, laying her head on the midsection of the male, the female has never before been seen in nCw, she has long black hair with shades of emerald green going thru it, while smeared green eyeliner, matching the color of the streaks in her hair, a Pentacool amulet resting between the cleavage in her low cut Floggin Molly T-Shirt, which is also green. She makes no notice of the camera, until the boy sitting under her, sits up, showing his black and blonde hair, part of which is covering his brown eyes. He removes his hair from his face to reveal the man who may become only the third man to win the nCw Championship in Trent Helms.
The chick sits up for a minute and looks at him.
Why are you speaking in Third Person?
Because I was too cheap to hire the announcer guy from the movies?
Well…It’s weird, you speaking in Third Person, and you didn’t introduce me.
Everyone this is..
Do it in Third Person Dammit, people are going to think you’re retarded or something.
They already do.
The girl is was once sitting on the chest of Trent Helms, who seems to have some kind of obsession with the color Green is Jenna, atleast that is her real name, I wish I could come up with some kind of cool name to give her for her nCw debut, but Jenna it seems, is not interested in pro wrestling what so ever, you would ask what would she see in Trent Helms, considering he is a professional wrestling, maybe being cute in a extremely dorky kind of way has something to do with it, perhaps it’s my uncanny Charisma, my sexual prowess.
Please. You barely lasted three minutes in bed.
Moving on, maybe it was the way I’m gifted with my tongue.
You sucked at that too hunny.
Maybe it’s because….Seriously, I’m wondering, why are you with me.
It’s rather simple hun. You know that really creepy sixty year old man you showed me the other day, with the huge muscles…
Yeah…What does Vince McMahon have to do with anything.
What was that thing he said? It’s all about the Money!
Wait…what….Seriously, You’re only doing me for my money?
Duh, what did you expect.
Wow…
*She flicks Trent on the forehead, where a bandage is from the stitches he received from his brutal match at the hands of Angel a few weeks ago in the Barbed Wire*
Trent, you were a lucky find for me, and the fact, that supposedly you’re famous is a great package deal, I don’t care if you’re some big shot professional wrestler, I like you because of your personality, and you are rather cute, as you stated in a extremely dorky way, but I have some horrible news.
What’s that?
I’m only Seventeen.
The moment she said that, I could hear Fed-Ex arriving on my doorstep with a letter from Kelly Fox, saying she was releasing me from the company, and that in this exact moment, people were posting blogs about me being a Pedophile, I’m sure that would fly over will well with Management….Hey I’m Trent Helms, the nCw Champion and a register Sex Offender.
You’re talking in third person again….Calm Down…I’m Twenty-Two.
Anyones, I figured I let everyone know I am actually alive and doing well, since I met Jenna here, but things are going to need to take a serious turn, and Jenna I’m glad you’re here, because something Lance Ryan said did get inside my head.
Who’s Lance Ryan?
After that comment, Lance Ryan is as well as his grandfather is turning in his grave.
He’s some even well known Canadian then myself.
Well Continue, what do you have to tell me, and Lance?
Jenna, and Lance as well, it is true, I have some self doubting problems, I have always had them, and for a time in my life, I was able to live behind a wall where my own self-esteem problems wasn’t in the way, about the time, I just pretended not to be apart of the human race at all, where I tried to pretend I couldn’t care about anything what so ever, Where I was trying to hide everything between a shield of lies and false bravado. However things began crashing down, like my rib cage in that two out of three falls match against Davey Ortega. I injured myself, and all the self doubt came back, it didn’t help me when Mercedes left me shortly afterwards, I somehow was able to coast thru, then Adam Knite was lost temporary.
Who’s Adam Knite.
You know what, can you like, play 360 or give me head or something while I tell a story?
You look like that wouldn’t you?
I wouldn’t stop you.
Anyways, as I was saying, There was once a very dark period in my life, around 2003. I was wrestling in a promotion I rather not name, myself and Mercedes were only dating back then, that would be my Ex-wife I told you about Jenna before you ask, along with her sister, and her two children, Alex And Sariassa, who I was like the god-father of. I had several friends, and was riding a populatity that rivals the point of where I’m at now. Then slowly…one by one, my friends and family began to drop, Adam lost several months off his career after taking a powerbomb off a 18 wheeler. Mercedes was in a comma for some time, and her sister Jackie and her children were killed, all within a span of a few weeks. It was during this time, someone else happened, something that has haunted me for my entire career. I ended the career of a promising young wrestler, unlike Spike Kane or many people in this promotion, I was not proud of the fact, I ended someone career, and I’m not talking about as a per-match stipulation, the pressure of losing everything around me, drove me mad, I became reckless, I became naïve, I became the whinest little bitch you ever would of came across. It was a ladder match for a Cruiserweight Title, a championship in that promotion, that my name was so accustom to. Regardless, after learning that Mercedes slipped into a comma…I snapped and dived off the ladder, not really planning out the distance or the impact I was falling onto someone, believe it or not, was actually smaller them me, I landed on their neck, and paralyzed them. I was in a trance, not caring about anyone around me, because I was in so much pain emotionally, then I realized what I did.
What I did in that match was unforgivable on my part, I ended up using a power that no mere-mortal should have, the power to forever ruin someone life. It was something that had stayed with me, in the deepest part of my mind, you have to ask yourself, what does this have to do with the Three Way Match?
Trent looks around for several moments, you know for Dramatic effect.
I’m beginning to lose everything again, like I did back then, I was on the verge of the world title in that promotion, as I am now. Knite is being accused of something he didn’t do. My other best friend hates my guts, then again I guess you can’t really call him my best friend, since he wants to give me a Steve-K-O that takes me out of the title picture after this Sunday. Mercedes left me, and granted I have been lucky to perhaps find someone new to make me happy, I still feel hallow inside, due to all the misfortune that has been happening to me lately, maybe Karma is decided to show her face at the wrong time. I’m getting to the point of losing control of my own emotions, this doesn’t mean some transformation or anything of the sorts. But the last time I lost it, someone got hurt, someone life nearly ended and somewhere they may be watching in a wheelchair, wishing I killed them, instead of leaving them a world of pain and torment, something I don’t wish upon anyone, not you Lance, and not even you Steve.
Wow…That’s deep….You’re seriously working yourself up for some Mercy Sex.
I told You Lance, I don’t know if I’m ready to be the face of the company, you clearly decided not to even hear me out, because I’m not even debating that point with you, what so ever, but I found something extremely funny, in your statement. You have to be the most unintentional funny man in this business Lance.
Putting my own spin on what you said, You said myself and Steve Awesome aren’t ready to handle the pressures of being the face of this company, which as I stated, I don’t know if I’m ready, I’ll cross that bridge when I defeat you or Awesome Sunday, and remember Lance, I don’t have to beat you to take your nCw Championship. Regardless I’ve stated several times, I’m not sure if I’m ready to handle the pressure of doing so, but it’s the thrill that’s getting to me, knowing that I could be on the verge of having the chance to be the go too guy in this company, I may not believe in myself fully, but the fans have always believed in me, even when myself hasn’t. fully been able to do so. They believed in you, when everyone figured Davey Ortega would be the first ever nCw Champion. I’m not so confident because I don’t know what will happen when I’m forced to grow up and mature a little more, as the poster boy of this company. Regardless, let me get back to your statement.
So you were saying, I and Awesome aren’t prepared for the trials that await us if one of us manages to walk out of Picture Perfect as nCw Champion. I told you what I think about that, but for the sake of not arguing with you. You did ignored me question if you were cracking under the pressure of doing so, but once again, I won’t go there for right now. You were all serious, looking like Paul Levesque up in this mother****er. Telling everyone how I and Steve can’t handle the pressures of what awaits us.
You’re asking yourself Lance? What am I getting at? What humor did I find in your statement?
It wasn’t your statement that was funny, you know what was?
Here you all…All Serious, talking like you’re handling the pressures of being a World Champion and the cornerstone of this business, while sitting in a insane asylum on a suicide watch.
You can’t write comedy like that, atleast internationally.
I know why you’re there Lance, I know you still feeling the effects of the loss of your grandfather, but you’re in a place, none of us want to be, I mean while the respect I lost for you Sunday, has started to come back, because yeah, I can’t stay made at you, You’re Lance Ryan, the man who I pity.
Yes I pity you Lance.
I pity the fact, that everything around you, is falling apart, your mind is nearly lost, you can’t think straight, you have two of the most hungrey superstars in this business coming from you, and you slowly beginning to show your signs of weakness, you noted mine, my self doubt, You talked about how Steve is so full of himself as a weakness, what exactly do you call what you everything you said, sounded a bit of overconfidence to me, it’s sad Lance, when even your own fans, stop believing everything you say, I should know, I’m one of them and I can’t even believe half the **** that comes out of your mouth. You’re a more helpless case then I even imagined Lance. You tell us, Steve Awesome isn’t worthy, that Trent Helms isn’t worthy.
There you go, into Third Person again.
Shut Your DSL right now Jenna, I’m busy.
Yeah, I’m going to be busy too, and guess who not invited into the, Your not going to get any tonight club.
Trent sighs.
Sometimes I wonder why I think me being a slut is the key to true love.
Regardless, You tell us we are not worthy, and you will wait for another superstar worthy of taking the championship from you, because what, Lance Ryan the alimighty says so? I asked Awesome for a makeshift Alliance out of respect for you. A Three Way Match isn’t about who has the greatest skill, because quite frankly, I have you both of you beat there. It’s all about tactics and thinking, I know when that bell rings, all you will thinking about is…Smash…Grunt…Snarl…Grandpapa…and maybe how Queering doesn’t make the world go round. I noted I know how dangerous you will be, because you’re fighting for someone else honor, that you fighting for the honor of your late grandfather. We know how the ****ing story goes Lance, we’re not that dumb, sure we’re young, sure we at times can be a little reckless and full of ourselves and perhaps, we’re dumb and also full of ****ing cum. But compared to other wrestlers of our age, we are rather intelligent, I’m not some rookie that you try to make myself and Steve out to be, I’m a Seven Year Pro in this business, and has seen a lot of stuff take place. I have more experience in this business then nearly all other twenty-six year olds out there, I asked Awesome for help in taming you, because clearly I see the danger you present in your current state, You’re willing to hurt yourself to prove a point, and *** damn Lance, I know a thing or too about hurting myself, I do so every Sunday, I take risks, you wouldn’t be willing too, I try things, no one even thinks is possible, I throw caution to the wind, and open my wings and fly, and dammit, busted ribs, hurt back or not, I’m going to fly and soar even higher then I ever have before, I don’t care if I have to do a 180, a three sixty, a four-fifty or a mothe****ing Six Hundred and Thirty of the close encounter kind, there will be a end of a era, and I’m not talking about your Sitout-Powerbomb. It will be the end of a era, when your title reign, is finally ended, and you know why?
Because I’m living the Boyhood Dream right now, the kind that is usually reserved for Pretty Boys with a really bad receding hairline, who tries to hide the fact that he is a huge asshole behind a Cross.
I’ve lived for this moment Lance. It’s been my dream as a child to be fighting for the greatest prize in this sport, when other were playing Hockey, when my brother was laughing at me saying I couldn’t make it in this business as he tore my flesh with Barbed Wire, I tried and have made it this far. I’m not falling from Grace, when the key to immortality is at my finger-tips.
I plan to reach up and cease the chance to say…Hey my name is Trent Helms, and I’m nCw Champion.
Now how do I top that, I can’t end the promo that way, I mean granted I know I should, I should just take the high road and call it a night.
But I almost forgot about you.
Mister Big Shot Alimighty himself in the ****ing flesh….Steve Awesome
I been wanting to say this to you for such a long ****ing time, Steve, but each time I held my tongue, thinking I could end up trying to patch things up with you, I mean sure, we had great times together like the time, we got arrested together, or the times we broke Kayface each and every week I mean who wouldn’t want you as a friend, You own a Stripclub, you make it easy to pick up chicks, and you party like it’s going out of style, I mean who doesn’t want a friend like that.
Then I realized suddenly, You wasn’t a very good friend at al, I mean you ****ed my wife while I was sitting away licking my wounds, you bad mouth me behind my back, Hell I’m sure if it came down to it, if I didn’t kill myself against Ortega, you would of pulled the trigger yourself, infact you were a horrible ****ing friend.
Seriously first off, I hope you ****ing wore protection when you did Mercedes, I seriously do, honestly I got the ****ing clap from that whore.
Wait you got the Clap?
It’s curable you know.
I been holding back for far far way to long when it came to saying things to you, I was dumbfounded, you treated me like ****, you screwed my wife, hell you made my life very uncomfortable, and here I was starstruck like Carly Robins was when you gave her some of your man chowder. I didn’t have the nerve to tell you just to **** off like I was dying inside to say. I don’t know what it was, your abs, your lies, or the fact, I did actually care for you, when you were nothing in this promotion. I could never finish you off, because honestly I didn’t have the nerve to do so, Here I am, the greatest risk taker in the one year history of nCw, and I couldn’t take the risk to hurt you…God what the **** was I thinking for so long.
My eyes are open now, no more respecting you, no more caring for you, The Kiddie Gloves are coming off this Sunday, when it comes to you.
First thing, calling me a ****ing tenth grader, dude, you’re like what, one year older then me, what did some vertically challenge person kick you in the shin in middle school. I bet you were the most popular person in your high school wasn’t you? Everyone wanted to be you, and anyone who stood in your way, you shoved in a locker, did Daddy not love you or something growing up, that you became such a ****ing asshole.
It’s funny, every since you came into nCw, you have always decided to make yourself known in what group it was that was the hottest thing, First The Mid-Card Uprising, then the Empire, now the Corporate Empire, I bet things feel just like High School again for you, having friends, and stablemates, smile and make fun of everyone on the roster, like you’re better then all of them, and anyone one person who steps in your way, you and your group outnumber them, beat them up, berate them, and throw them away like all your used condoms.
Now I sit here, and I actually wonder, why does everyone think you’re the future of this company, why does everyone think you’re seriously so great? I mean, yes, You’ve beaten Reckless Jack, you’ve beaten Lance Ryan, you beaten them all, but yet there was always one guy, you could never beat, do you know who it is?
Yeah, the man who you spent so much time to come up with a insult for, and ultimately you went the usual midget and Tenth grader route.
How does it feel to know, that you never ended up being able to beat this ****ing midget Steve? I took your Tag Team Title, which you will claim I cheated, I claim you shouldn’t wear such tight ****ing pants, that is someone is pulling on them, your nut sack doesn’t get split up the middle, if I remember correctly, You grabbed my pants first, luckily for me, I know to wear loose fitting clothing incase some asshole decides to grab my pants, they also make life a lot easier when said person is trying to pull on your tights and reverse it…But beyond that, do you remember Reborn Steve? You hit me with every shot you had, you picked apart a body part and went to work, I admit you did hurt me pretty badly, but it’s the ending that brings a smile to my face, more then a chick that grabs your junk in the middle of making love and sticks it in a very uncomfortable place, The fact that at the end of the night, Steve Awesome, the future of this company, got knocked the **** out by a Midget.
I know I didn’t beat you at Reborn, but the fact remains, I was the only one who could manage to get to his feet when the smoked cleared.
I know what you’re going to do Steve, you’re going to say things will change, you will have some female smile at you and drool over your wonderful abs, you will refuse to acknowledge that anyone but yourself has talent, you will show off your abs, you will try to put us down, did I mention you will show off your abs?
You know the one that you can clearly see a bruise on, the ones you can see the make up that is brushed onto them to try to hide, and the one that was given to you, by a midget.
I want you to do something for me Steve.
Grab a piece of paper and write this down.
You got it ready, you got a pen in your hand to write down what I’m about to ask?
Okay…Steve…make sure you get this…you ready.
Shut The **** Up and prepare to be Broken Into Nothing.