Post by destroyyou555 on Jul 17, 2008 4:20:06 GMT -6
Normally, I would sit back and let the sparks fly, and then step in and force myself to play the game of damage control, It’s something I have been very comfortable with doing, I sit back, wait, let my opponent speak, I nod and blow smoke thru my nose. I would sit there, going forward, rewinding, skipping to the next scene, coming back to the one before, then ultimately decide to point a webcam at myself, after spending more time then any man should, dressing up so I can cut a promo, so I can piss someone off, so I can take what one man said, and try to use it against him.
Then Adam Knite promo made a point.
That would be so Ace like, and the last thing I ever want is to be like him, his mind being corrupted into thinking he is something greater then he is, He see himself as someone entirely else, his mind slipping to a new low. He reminds me of Keenu Reeves in a Scanner Darkly. Always something he is not, confused to everything around him…The Ace is the last name I want to ever be mentioned in the same sentence with…
So, I took a step forward, and decided, I should be the one, who comes out swinging for round two, Joe Everyman is a little slow, maybe he’ll catch up, when the realization kicks in, that he actually in a world title match for once in his life, and should step up and crease the moment.
Everyman is the underdog in this match, that is his purpose alone, to play the role, I put myself into last month, it’s pretty much the same, Lance was the champion. Awesome had a destiny to fulfill, and I was the underdog.
One month later, the roles are still there, just switch around with new faces, Everyman slides into my role I had last month, Spike fills Steve Awesomes shoes, and well Lance…Lance is still the champion…Three Roles, but four men…What exactly is my role in this title match.
I couldn’t quite figure it out, and it’s bugged me for all of yesterday, while I sat at home, taking time away from my business, this single question kept puzzling me. Everyman is the underdog…Spike is the favorite, Lance is the champion, Who the hell am I?
I’m Trent Helms, I know that much.
But that’s no exactly a mental breakthrough.
Then it all came on to me.
{{The Sound of a Car Alarm}}
I walk outside, just in time, to see some random person in their brand-new 2009 Ferrari, hit the side of my 2006 Black Honda Civic.
I know, the first question you ask yourself.
Trent Helms is a millionaire, is a Main Eventer in this promotion, one of the most well known wrestlers on this planet, and he drives a Honda Civic.
What can I say…I throught it looked cute.
Did I just say Cute? No wonder a lot of people think I’m gay.
Oh Well, I know I’m not gay…
Somehow, I bet my sexuality with be bought into question in my next promo, honestly, if you want to point fingers, look at Sexy Jason, not me.
The Ferrari pulls away, when suddenly, I see a middle finger extend from it. Before I get a real bad itching feeling in my groin area.
It could only mean one thing.
{{The Scene switches to me, being in IHOP, I hate the place honestly, a not so well known fact about me, before I became a pro wrestler, I was a waiter at IHOP.
Suddenly I see a plate of pancakes being layed on the table in front of me. I look up and shiver for a moment, noticing the Air conditioning in this place is blaring way too much, I look up from my pancakes, and see nipples.
The Waiter, who name will be blurred out when this promo will air, body is thinking, it’s way too cold in here.
She walks off, with me saying a word, and suddenly I fill a glare being shot in my general direction, it seems to be coming from the a table near me, I go to turn, as a person walks by…and I get a whiff of something that spells like Tuna.
There is nothing worse then when you’re about to eat some pancakes, and you get a whiff of a pink taco, that smells like the only thing it’s been washed in was another even dirtier vagina, and a lot of cum..
That’s what it smells like living with Steve Awesome.
Suddenly something hits me, my eyes close, as I can feel my head hitting the table, I try to keep my eyes open, when suddenly I fade away.
I wake exactly where I last remembered, somehow I was knocked unconscious some how…I slowly begin to regain my vision, when I hear the loud sound of metal moving towards me, I look around but everything seems to be a blur.
Suddenly a figure emerges infront of me and takes a s**t, I try to focus my vision on whoever it may be, however my vision still hasn’t clearly returned to me.
Then a voice is heard, that sends a chill up my spine, even a man without fear, quivers at the sounds of this person voice. Some say there are two of every person on this planet, You have Brad and Spike who are nearly similar. I’m sure there another one of me out there, however I haven’t found it, the closest being I’ve heard of, being this man, who mere voice makes me quiever, could be considered very similar to Conrad Jones, the man who has laid a bounty on the head of Dave Holland, the man who gave Spike his vicious streak, thru years of torment, and a totally lack of love for the orphan.
Trent…You’re still…so weak…
What the hell are you doing here, I vanished you some time ago.
I can never truly vanish, you were the man, I enjoyed laying the most torment on, and I enjoyed breaking your spirit.
Damn You.
My vision returns, as I slam my fist on the table, the plate shattering as my hand slams against it, I look down, as a cut is open up on my forehand. I look forward and there is no one there.
You never recovered did you Trent? I twisted your very reality, and took everything away from me, Your friends, your family, and the one you really wanted.
Suddenly the armored figure appears behind me, I turn to face him, but once again, no one is there, as I turn, I can sense, that he is back in front of me.
I twisted you, invaded your mind, and turned everything you knew as truth, and twisted it into exactly what I wanted you to see…You never forgave yourself, did you?
Suddenly, I clinch my fist, and slam my head on the table, I look up, the figure has changed, sitting in the booth, is a female who looks like Mercedes, except with long red hair, and smaller breasts, several cut marks are seen on her body.
I was the one you wanted, and you failed to protect me Trent…you let my children die, and all thoses years, each reminder, everytime, you woke up next to my sister, all the times you made love, You were thinking of me..
You were too weak to Save Me Trent.
How are you even here, You’re dead Jackie.
Because you couldn’t even save me…Did you ever even find Justice…You had the power to end a life, to show, that you’re not the weakling, you have always been.
The Lights Flickers, as Mercedes sister Jackie, sits up on the table, and grabs Trent by the neck.
You will always be weak…
You are nothing, and never will be.
Suddenly Trent begins to gag from the hand around his throat, he begins trying to break free, however the hand will not come loose, when Trent begins to cough up blood, and screams.
Suddenly, his eyes open, there is no one sitting across from him, no blood on the table, the plate in which he shattered, isn’t broken at all…He looks around confused, and looks at the hand, that slammed against the table, there wasn’t a cut, no gash, no blood.
What The Hell is going on with me.
Suddenly, the waitress, comes over.
Would you like a refill sir?
I look up at her, escaping from my daze, when suddenly, I see the same figure that was choking me.
I lose it, and fall out of the booth, hitting my head on the floor, I sit there for several moments, closing my eyes.
This isn’t real.
I stand up, and sit myself back into the booth.
When suddenly the armored figure is there.
I have complete control over your mind Trent.
SHUT UP!! JUST SHUT UP!
I look up, rage in my eyes, when suddenly, I believe I see Lance Ryan, with his nCw Title resting on the table in front of me.
There is a reason why you’ve never been able to archive the success you wanted, it was why you couldn’t take the nCw Championship away from me last month, your demons have been too much for you, You’re too weak to even face them head-on and hide behind a false mask of self confidence and bravado.
But I can defeat You Lance, I can take that championship from you.
But there is no Lance there…What is all this meaning.
Suddenly, The armored figure appears, where Lance was just sitting.
I’m one of the demons you couldn’t face, I took everything away from you, I took the real woman that you loved…You will never be able to do anything until you face your own demons.
But I will win the nCw Championship this Sunday.
You will not, and you deep down you will fail again, just like everything you tried to do, that was dear to your heart, You failed at. You failed to protect the one that you loved…you failed to be there for your friends when they needed you the most.
Suddenly, Lightning Flashes, causing Trent attention to shift to the window outside, it begins pourning down, seemingly out of nowhere, in the background, two figures can be seen argueing, one male, one female…The man stands about a foot or so taller then the female, lightning clashes…As an angel can be seen above them, a lot smaller then both of them combined, Trent tries to focus on the blinding angel, which appears to be a baby, it’s floating towards, the sky, eyes wide open.
I don’t understand this at all.
Just keep watching.
The couple continue to argue…as the woman begins to sob, the man with tears in his eyes, appears to be a mirage of Adam Knite, the other being Kelly…Lightning fills the sky once again…Then the Angel, closes his eyes, and disappears…Trent then focuses his attention to the mirage of Kelly and Adam…
They walk away from each other.
Trent bangs on the window, however neither of the images, can see or hear him, before they both disappear.
Your Best Friend needed you at that moment, you were one of the only people, who could of helped the situlation out. You could of slowed down months upon months of torment, but you were too weak to even do so.
Trent towards the armored figure, this time, he appears as Spike Kane.
You have all this potential of being great, and you never been able to archive it, while others have been able to grab ahold of what should have been yours, while you are left in the shadows, to be forgotten about.
So Close, Yet so far…
You will never be able to control your own destiny…Until you face your demons…
Trent is seriously seen about to lose it, as he grabs his head, and grabs a handful of hair, and lets out a scream.
Until You face your demons, even thoses less significant then you, will be able to archive what should only be meant for you.
Just Shut Up and Leave Me Alone.
Trent head sits up, as he once again slams his foot, he looks forward to see Joe Everyman sitting there.
This is your Last Stand Trent…there is no more running, you either face your demons, or you perish forever.
JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!!
Trent screams with all his might, as suddenly a blinding light emerges from his body…He lets out another violent scream, as his hair sticks straight up, turning golden…As suddenly a huge burst of energy erupts from his body…
He suddenly, hears the sound of a Car Alarm…He looks up at a brand new 2008 Ferrari barely hits his Honda Civic, before the driver flies away.
Trent looks down…
Wow…That was really creepy…
I can’t keep running from everything, and being something I’m not…I have to stand up, and finally face my demons.
And that brings me to the question, I kept asking myself, if Spike had a destiny to fulfill…Everyman is the underdog…Lance is the champion, that means…I’m here to finally find myself in this match..
I’ll start with you Lance…Maybe somehow in all your controlled insanity, you managed to somehow come up with something, somehow I found some truth to your statement, how you have it all and I have nothing…You were right all along, and maybe somehow it doesn’t really lead into Everyman and Spike’s life as much as it does mine…They have something, Spike has his family pride…well he hopes to farther prove that perhaps the Kane wrestling family, could indeed be the greatest dynasty in this business…Everyman has a loving and beautiful girlfriend, and has shown, he is indeed has a heart of a champion…But you Lance, do indeed have everything you ever wanted.
A Family who at one time, didn’t really care for you, has ended up loving and looking up to you, You and your Son have managed to become close, after what I throught at the time was a stupid move to introduce him into the wrestling business, I still find it a honor, your son looks up to me, but until I face demons that have haunted me for years, that I tried to hide under the surface, and put on a charade of my own for several months, trying to find that perfect little lie to hide the fact, that maybe everything isn’t alright.
Everything isn’t alright.
I pretended for months to be something I’m not, some cocky asshole from Thunder Bay, I tried to pretend that, I was even from another planet beyond the stars…The biggest lie, was pretending, I was okay, after my divorce.
I wasn’t okay, when I decided to separate from Mercedes, even thru the entire marriage was a lie, that a woman, who I figured I could just replace as the real woman that I love, and besides all her short-comings, and the one physical trait that everyone seems to know about. You know, her overly sized nipples…I somehow managed to love her..
I know, I’m pathetic.
So, I tried to live by the life that yourself and Steve Awesome represent, where love truly doesn’t exist, where anything and everything is deposable, and a hotter piece of ass, with a even nicer rack is always another day away…I tried to live that life, I tried to be You and Awesome, getting a divorce and then sleeping with countless woman for no purpose, other then to be more like you.
I was trying to hide the fact, that I didn’t want to be Trent Helms anymore, that I didn’t want to be the guy, who was just sort of getting by, and never having anything to show for it. I started spending millions upon millions of dollars for no reason, just so I could fit into this place…
I wanted to be something, and could never realize, that all the pain and suffering I felt over the years, all the times, being miserable, just for the sake of being miserable, like it was the newest trend out there, and running away from the source of that suffering.
Lance, once again you were right…When you said, you would be able to outsmart, I mean granted, I’m not an idiot or anything, atleast I don’t believe I am, maybe I am, that’s not really the point. I was just coming into this match, like I was the last, hoping to get by on pure talent and heart alone. I mean, some say, I’m pound for pound the most talented fighter in this promotion, and how I got a heart of a lion, and a willingness to do anything, but last month, I was given a rude awakening, while you didn’t technically defeat me last month, you managed to retain, because you were able to exploit me, and my lack of focus…I’ve have two of the three most importants traits a pro wrestler has, and last month, you managed Lance to overthrow me, and show, that without a great mental state of mind, all the talent and heart in the world, won’t win you a World Championship.
And I was about to foolishly rush into another battle, and while it would have been hardly for you to do with me, with another man added to the mix, You know, I would ultimately be a little puppet, who you would pull the strings off, to take care of your lightwork without my knowledge, and then show the world, that You control the environment, and dispose of me, like you ultimately will your new woman as you said sometime in the span of the last world title match till this current point, to keep everything.
You are the puppet master Lance, which does mean, with the power, you do have it all.
Without the power…I have nothing…
And Sadly, knowing what I know now…honestly, I don’t know if I can dethrone you of your championship, how can I beat Lance Ryan, if I can’t even best my own demons.
You have played the game well Lance.
Another Man I have to mention, well besides being apart of this match is Spike Kane.
I hurt you most with my false sense of bravado and foolishness, I took everything you said, about you and your brother, and spitted it into your face, atleast I can say, you have a advantage over me…atleast unlike me, You managed to overcome your demons, you fought your alchol demon, and managed to come out on top, and paved your way into the hall of fame of this promotion.
I am very passionate about this promotion, and while I do regret taking a huge dump all over GWC, because that company in the few days I was there in January was very kind to me, I bleed for this promotion, much like at one time, you bled for that one place. I am saying I’m sorry for taking a crap all over your future endeavor, and I’m not saying that for the 20 minutes, I was actually on the internet today, getting a eyeful of hate mails directed to me from the fateful over at that other company.
I apologize to you Spike.
I mean, I have no room to actually speak on the matter. I’m just a fool, marching head first into a slaughter based upon my heart alone…I’m going to need heart for my next challenge, the one I know I must partake in before this Title Match Sunday…time is against me, if I hope to overcome my demons much like you did.
Finally, I am going to say I’m sorry to Joe Everyman, who at this point, most be in some form of deep meditation, preparing for this match.
I’m sorry I gave you a false role-model to believe in, I’m sorry, that you managed to pick up some of my bad habits from the short time I was teaching you.
You were a great student when you wanted to be, but I was a horrible teacher, I was in no shape in the right frame of mind to be teaching anyone. I know you don’t look up to me like you do the fellow hall of famers in this match, and maybe that is a blessing Joe, maybe your lack of fate in me while I was your leader, wasn’t so misguided after all. I mean honestly, while I took you under my wing, I lead the entire mid-card uprising into being butchered, I had all this false confidence that I passed on to everyone in the group, and what happened, we were swept aside, rather easily and each and every one of us, was left defeated.
I hope you have grown more then I have, I know, I’ve managed to grow a heart since then, to go along with my superior talent, but I still lack the funny piece needed to archive my final form. But I say this from the bottom of my heart Joe.
You’re nearly almost there…You come this far, and a lot of people expect you to just drop off the face of the planet, when you are defeated, and even in your mind, I think you know, you’re not going to walk out champion, but you’re still going to walk into Last Stand and bust your ass, and pour your heart out there. Don’t let the forecoming loss damper your spirits Joe….
You are still growing Joe, We seen how much you’re willing to put everything on the line and showcase your heart, something that the other two men lack in this match, Sure they are more talented then you, sure they are a little bit wiser then the both of us, but I think you have the most potential to do something in the future, the talent, while never showing for most of your career is beginning to blossom and show it’s head, and someday soon Joe…It’s going to become so bright, that even the mighty Lance Ryan and Spike Kane will be powerless against it, You will eventually be able to archive a potential so great, even more so, then everyone else seems to think I have.
I’m not saying, I want you to win this match, because well, it would be foolish to do so, but I realize, until I fill in the blank, Lance Ryan pointed out, as well as confront my past, and truly face my demons before Sunday, I won’t be in any shape to overcome anything. If somehow, if I can’t face them, I want you to go out there, and end the vicious cycle Joe…I bid you farewell my former student.
I have something I need to do.
Then Adam Knite promo made a point.
That would be so Ace like, and the last thing I ever want is to be like him, his mind being corrupted into thinking he is something greater then he is, He see himself as someone entirely else, his mind slipping to a new low. He reminds me of Keenu Reeves in a Scanner Darkly. Always something he is not, confused to everything around him…The Ace is the last name I want to ever be mentioned in the same sentence with…
So, I took a step forward, and decided, I should be the one, who comes out swinging for round two, Joe Everyman is a little slow, maybe he’ll catch up, when the realization kicks in, that he actually in a world title match for once in his life, and should step up and crease the moment.
Everyman is the underdog in this match, that is his purpose alone, to play the role, I put myself into last month, it’s pretty much the same, Lance was the champion. Awesome had a destiny to fulfill, and I was the underdog.
One month later, the roles are still there, just switch around with new faces, Everyman slides into my role I had last month, Spike fills Steve Awesomes shoes, and well Lance…Lance is still the champion…Three Roles, but four men…What exactly is my role in this title match.
I couldn’t quite figure it out, and it’s bugged me for all of yesterday, while I sat at home, taking time away from my business, this single question kept puzzling me. Everyman is the underdog…Spike is the favorite, Lance is the champion, Who the hell am I?
I’m Trent Helms, I know that much.
But that’s no exactly a mental breakthrough.
Then it all came on to me.
{{The Sound of a Car Alarm}}
I walk outside, just in time, to see some random person in their brand-new 2009 Ferrari, hit the side of my 2006 Black Honda Civic.
I know, the first question you ask yourself.
Trent Helms is a millionaire, is a Main Eventer in this promotion, one of the most well known wrestlers on this planet, and he drives a Honda Civic.
What can I say…I throught it looked cute.
Did I just say Cute? No wonder a lot of people think I’m gay.
Oh Well, I know I’m not gay…
Somehow, I bet my sexuality with be bought into question in my next promo, honestly, if you want to point fingers, look at Sexy Jason, not me.
The Ferrari pulls away, when suddenly, I see a middle finger extend from it. Before I get a real bad itching feeling in my groin area.
It could only mean one thing.
{{The Scene switches to me, being in IHOP, I hate the place honestly, a not so well known fact about me, before I became a pro wrestler, I was a waiter at IHOP.
Suddenly I see a plate of pancakes being layed on the table in front of me. I look up and shiver for a moment, noticing the Air conditioning in this place is blaring way too much, I look up from my pancakes, and see nipples.
The Waiter, who name will be blurred out when this promo will air, body is thinking, it’s way too cold in here.
She walks off, with me saying a word, and suddenly I fill a glare being shot in my general direction, it seems to be coming from the a table near me, I go to turn, as a person walks by…and I get a whiff of something that spells like Tuna.
There is nothing worse then when you’re about to eat some pancakes, and you get a whiff of a pink taco, that smells like the only thing it’s been washed in was another even dirtier vagina, and a lot of cum..
That’s what it smells like living with Steve Awesome.
Suddenly something hits me, my eyes close, as I can feel my head hitting the table, I try to keep my eyes open, when suddenly I fade away.
I wake exactly where I last remembered, somehow I was knocked unconscious some how…I slowly begin to regain my vision, when I hear the loud sound of metal moving towards me, I look around but everything seems to be a blur.
Suddenly a figure emerges infront of me and takes a s**t, I try to focus my vision on whoever it may be, however my vision still hasn’t clearly returned to me.
Then a voice is heard, that sends a chill up my spine, even a man without fear, quivers at the sounds of this person voice. Some say there are two of every person on this planet, You have Brad and Spike who are nearly similar. I’m sure there another one of me out there, however I haven’t found it, the closest being I’ve heard of, being this man, who mere voice makes me quiever, could be considered very similar to Conrad Jones, the man who has laid a bounty on the head of Dave Holland, the man who gave Spike his vicious streak, thru years of torment, and a totally lack of love for the orphan.
Trent…You’re still…so weak…
What the hell are you doing here, I vanished you some time ago.
I can never truly vanish, you were the man, I enjoyed laying the most torment on, and I enjoyed breaking your spirit.
Damn You.
My vision returns, as I slam my fist on the table, the plate shattering as my hand slams against it, I look down, as a cut is open up on my forehand. I look forward and there is no one there.
You never recovered did you Trent? I twisted your very reality, and took everything away from me, Your friends, your family, and the one you really wanted.
Suddenly the armored figure appears behind me, I turn to face him, but once again, no one is there, as I turn, I can sense, that he is back in front of me.
I twisted you, invaded your mind, and turned everything you knew as truth, and twisted it into exactly what I wanted you to see…You never forgave yourself, did you?
Suddenly, I clinch my fist, and slam my head on the table, I look up, the figure has changed, sitting in the booth, is a female who looks like Mercedes, except with long red hair, and smaller breasts, several cut marks are seen on her body.
I was the one you wanted, and you failed to protect me Trent…you let my children die, and all thoses years, each reminder, everytime, you woke up next to my sister, all the times you made love, You were thinking of me..
You were too weak to Save Me Trent.
How are you even here, You’re dead Jackie.
Because you couldn’t even save me…Did you ever even find Justice…You had the power to end a life, to show, that you’re not the weakling, you have always been.
The Lights Flickers, as Mercedes sister Jackie, sits up on the table, and grabs Trent by the neck.
You will always be weak…
You are nothing, and never will be.
Suddenly Trent begins to gag from the hand around his throat, he begins trying to break free, however the hand will not come loose, when Trent begins to cough up blood, and screams.
Suddenly, his eyes open, there is no one sitting across from him, no blood on the table, the plate in which he shattered, isn’t broken at all…He looks around confused, and looks at the hand, that slammed against the table, there wasn’t a cut, no gash, no blood.
What The Hell is going on with me.
Suddenly, the waitress, comes over.
Would you like a refill sir?
I look up at her, escaping from my daze, when suddenly, I see the same figure that was choking me.
I lose it, and fall out of the booth, hitting my head on the floor, I sit there for several moments, closing my eyes.
This isn’t real.
I stand up, and sit myself back into the booth.
When suddenly the armored figure is there.
I have complete control over your mind Trent.
SHUT UP!! JUST SHUT UP!
I look up, rage in my eyes, when suddenly, I believe I see Lance Ryan, with his nCw Title resting on the table in front of me.
There is a reason why you’ve never been able to archive the success you wanted, it was why you couldn’t take the nCw Championship away from me last month, your demons have been too much for you, You’re too weak to even face them head-on and hide behind a false mask of self confidence and bravado.
But I can defeat You Lance, I can take that championship from you.
But there is no Lance there…What is all this meaning.
Suddenly, The armored figure appears, where Lance was just sitting.
I’m one of the demons you couldn’t face, I took everything away from you, I took the real woman that you loved…You will never be able to do anything until you face your own demons.
But I will win the nCw Championship this Sunday.
You will not, and you deep down you will fail again, just like everything you tried to do, that was dear to your heart, You failed at. You failed to protect the one that you loved…you failed to be there for your friends when they needed you the most.
Suddenly, Lightning Flashes, causing Trent attention to shift to the window outside, it begins pourning down, seemingly out of nowhere, in the background, two figures can be seen argueing, one male, one female…The man stands about a foot or so taller then the female, lightning clashes…As an angel can be seen above them, a lot smaller then both of them combined, Trent tries to focus on the blinding angel, which appears to be a baby, it’s floating towards, the sky, eyes wide open.
I don’t understand this at all.
Just keep watching.
The couple continue to argue…as the woman begins to sob, the man with tears in his eyes, appears to be a mirage of Adam Knite, the other being Kelly…Lightning fills the sky once again…Then the Angel, closes his eyes, and disappears…Trent then focuses his attention to the mirage of Kelly and Adam…
They walk away from each other.
Trent bangs on the window, however neither of the images, can see or hear him, before they both disappear.
Your Best Friend needed you at that moment, you were one of the only people, who could of helped the situlation out. You could of slowed down months upon months of torment, but you were too weak to even do so.
Trent towards the armored figure, this time, he appears as Spike Kane.
You have all this potential of being great, and you never been able to archive it, while others have been able to grab ahold of what should have been yours, while you are left in the shadows, to be forgotten about.
So Close, Yet so far…
You will never be able to control your own destiny…Until you face your demons…
Trent is seriously seen about to lose it, as he grabs his head, and grabs a handful of hair, and lets out a scream.
Until You face your demons, even thoses less significant then you, will be able to archive what should only be meant for you.
Just Shut Up and Leave Me Alone.
Trent head sits up, as he once again slams his foot, he looks forward to see Joe Everyman sitting there.
This is your Last Stand Trent…there is no more running, you either face your demons, or you perish forever.
JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!!
Trent screams with all his might, as suddenly a blinding light emerges from his body…He lets out another violent scream, as his hair sticks straight up, turning golden…As suddenly a huge burst of energy erupts from his body…
He suddenly, hears the sound of a Car Alarm…He looks up at a brand new 2008 Ferrari barely hits his Honda Civic, before the driver flies away.
Trent looks down…
Wow…That was really creepy…
I can’t keep running from everything, and being something I’m not…I have to stand up, and finally face my demons.
And that brings me to the question, I kept asking myself, if Spike had a destiny to fulfill…Everyman is the underdog…Lance is the champion, that means…I’m here to finally find myself in this match..
I’ll start with you Lance…Maybe somehow in all your controlled insanity, you managed to somehow come up with something, somehow I found some truth to your statement, how you have it all and I have nothing…You were right all along, and maybe somehow it doesn’t really lead into Everyman and Spike’s life as much as it does mine…They have something, Spike has his family pride…well he hopes to farther prove that perhaps the Kane wrestling family, could indeed be the greatest dynasty in this business…Everyman has a loving and beautiful girlfriend, and has shown, he is indeed has a heart of a champion…But you Lance, do indeed have everything you ever wanted.
A Family who at one time, didn’t really care for you, has ended up loving and looking up to you, You and your Son have managed to become close, after what I throught at the time was a stupid move to introduce him into the wrestling business, I still find it a honor, your son looks up to me, but until I face demons that have haunted me for years, that I tried to hide under the surface, and put on a charade of my own for several months, trying to find that perfect little lie to hide the fact, that maybe everything isn’t alright.
Everything isn’t alright.
I pretended for months to be something I’m not, some cocky asshole from Thunder Bay, I tried to pretend that, I was even from another planet beyond the stars…The biggest lie, was pretending, I was okay, after my divorce.
I wasn’t okay, when I decided to separate from Mercedes, even thru the entire marriage was a lie, that a woman, who I figured I could just replace as the real woman that I love, and besides all her short-comings, and the one physical trait that everyone seems to know about. You know, her overly sized nipples…I somehow managed to love her..
I know, I’m pathetic.
So, I tried to live by the life that yourself and Steve Awesome represent, where love truly doesn’t exist, where anything and everything is deposable, and a hotter piece of ass, with a even nicer rack is always another day away…I tried to live that life, I tried to be You and Awesome, getting a divorce and then sleeping with countless woman for no purpose, other then to be more like you.
I was trying to hide the fact, that I didn’t want to be Trent Helms anymore, that I didn’t want to be the guy, who was just sort of getting by, and never having anything to show for it. I started spending millions upon millions of dollars for no reason, just so I could fit into this place…
I wanted to be something, and could never realize, that all the pain and suffering I felt over the years, all the times, being miserable, just for the sake of being miserable, like it was the newest trend out there, and running away from the source of that suffering.
Lance, once again you were right…When you said, you would be able to outsmart, I mean granted, I’m not an idiot or anything, atleast I don’t believe I am, maybe I am, that’s not really the point. I was just coming into this match, like I was the last, hoping to get by on pure talent and heart alone. I mean, some say, I’m pound for pound the most talented fighter in this promotion, and how I got a heart of a lion, and a willingness to do anything, but last month, I was given a rude awakening, while you didn’t technically defeat me last month, you managed to retain, because you were able to exploit me, and my lack of focus…I’ve have two of the three most importants traits a pro wrestler has, and last month, you managed Lance to overthrow me, and show, that without a great mental state of mind, all the talent and heart in the world, won’t win you a World Championship.
And I was about to foolishly rush into another battle, and while it would have been hardly for you to do with me, with another man added to the mix, You know, I would ultimately be a little puppet, who you would pull the strings off, to take care of your lightwork without my knowledge, and then show the world, that You control the environment, and dispose of me, like you ultimately will your new woman as you said sometime in the span of the last world title match till this current point, to keep everything.
You are the puppet master Lance, which does mean, with the power, you do have it all.
Without the power…I have nothing…
And Sadly, knowing what I know now…honestly, I don’t know if I can dethrone you of your championship, how can I beat Lance Ryan, if I can’t even best my own demons.
You have played the game well Lance.
Another Man I have to mention, well besides being apart of this match is Spike Kane.
I hurt you most with my false sense of bravado and foolishness, I took everything you said, about you and your brother, and spitted it into your face, atleast I can say, you have a advantage over me…atleast unlike me, You managed to overcome your demons, you fought your alchol demon, and managed to come out on top, and paved your way into the hall of fame of this promotion.
I am very passionate about this promotion, and while I do regret taking a huge dump all over GWC, because that company in the few days I was there in January was very kind to me, I bleed for this promotion, much like at one time, you bled for that one place. I am saying I’m sorry for taking a crap all over your future endeavor, and I’m not saying that for the 20 minutes, I was actually on the internet today, getting a eyeful of hate mails directed to me from the fateful over at that other company.
I apologize to you Spike.
I mean, I have no room to actually speak on the matter. I’m just a fool, marching head first into a slaughter based upon my heart alone…I’m going to need heart for my next challenge, the one I know I must partake in before this Title Match Sunday…time is against me, if I hope to overcome my demons much like you did.
Finally, I am going to say I’m sorry to Joe Everyman, who at this point, most be in some form of deep meditation, preparing for this match.
I’m sorry I gave you a false role-model to believe in, I’m sorry, that you managed to pick up some of my bad habits from the short time I was teaching you.
You were a great student when you wanted to be, but I was a horrible teacher, I was in no shape in the right frame of mind to be teaching anyone. I know you don’t look up to me like you do the fellow hall of famers in this match, and maybe that is a blessing Joe, maybe your lack of fate in me while I was your leader, wasn’t so misguided after all. I mean honestly, while I took you under my wing, I lead the entire mid-card uprising into being butchered, I had all this false confidence that I passed on to everyone in the group, and what happened, we were swept aside, rather easily and each and every one of us, was left defeated.
I hope you have grown more then I have, I know, I’ve managed to grow a heart since then, to go along with my superior talent, but I still lack the funny piece needed to archive my final form. But I say this from the bottom of my heart Joe.
You’re nearly almost there…You come this far, and a lot of people expect you to just drop off the face of the planet, when you are defeated, and even in your mind, I think you know, you’re not going to walk out champion, but you’re still going to walk into Last Stand and bust your ass, and pour your heart out there. Don’t let the forecoming loss damper your spirits Joe….
You are still growing Joe, We seen how much you’re willing to put everything on the line and showcase your heart, something that the other two men lack in this match, Sure they are more talented then you, sure they are a little bit wiser then the both of us, but I think you have the most potential to do something in the future, the talent, while never showing for most of your career is beginning to blossom and show it’s head, and someday soon Joe…It’s going to become so bright, that even the mighty Lance Ryan and Spike Kane will be powerless against it, You will eventually be able to archive a potential so great, even more so, then everyone else seems to think I have.
I’m not saying, I want you to win this match, because well, it would be foolish to do so, but I realize, until I fill in the blank, Lance Ryan pointed out, as well as confront my past, and truly face my demons before Sunday, I won’t be in any shape to overcome anything. If somehow, if I can’t face them, I want you to go out there, and end the vicious cycle Joe…I bid you farewell my former student.
I have something I need to do.