Post by Trent Townsend on Jan 15, 2010 8:49:08 GMT -5
I listened to Knox’s radio interview over and over and the steam kept rising from my body. Just who did he think he was? Who was he to call me out like he was doing? Bouncing around like a stupid ass bunny rabbit rambling out insults that don’t make a bit of sense. I don’t know who the fuck he thinks he is talking to but he better watch himself of he’s liable to get hurt. Hurt seriously. Every time he opens his mouth it’s like he is regurgitating what he said before. I’m tired of weak ass wrestlers thinking they are something special ruining everything for everyone else.
He wants to put up some of his own money to prove he will last longer than three weeks. Then he says he is worth more than money. Can’t he see the pure contradiction? He’s a walking contradiction. He can take his 100,000 dollars and shove it up his ass for all I care. I have no interest in getting in some petty bet with him. If he last, he last, I’ll be impressed and I’m sure the rest of the locker room will be too. But if he doesn’t last it won’t be surprise.
I know that 100,000 dollars is walking around money as he calls it but it isn’t for me. There’s no way I could compete with him on a financial scale. And maybe he is good in the ring and maybe he does have a chance, that doesn’t matter. The thing is I know I have a better chance of winning and money has nothing to do with it. He says money didn’t make the man but he keeps bringing it up. See, regurgitating what he said before. 100,000 dollars could help me out a lot but I didn’t get in the business for money. I got back into the business because the nagging feeling, the restlessness I felt for the ring. I have to feel the ropes again.
Then he has to open up the history book like his name is written in it. I’ve never seen Fort Knox’s name written in the history book of wrestling. He wishes it were there but it isn’t. That’s just some huge delusional of grandeur.
When he loses this match there won’t be any bringing his ass back to wrestling because I plan to end his career.
…:: SCENE ONE::..
[/color]He wants to put up some of his own money to prove he will last longer than three weeks. Then he says he is worth more than money. Can’t he see the pure contradiction? He’s a walking contradiction. He can take his 100,000 dollars and shove it up his ass for all I care. I have no interest in getting in some petty bet with him. If he last, he last, I’ll be impressed and I’m sure the rest of the locker room will be too. But if he doesn’t last it won’t be surprise.
I know that 100,000 dollars is walking around money as he calls it but it isn’t for me. There’s no way I could compete with him on a financial scale. And maybe he is good in the ring and maybe he does have a chance, that doesn’t matter. The thing is I know I have a better chance of winning and money has nothing to do with it. He says money didn’t make the man but he keeps bringing it up. See, regurgitating what he said before. 100,000 dollars could help me out a lot but I didn’t get in the business for money. I got back into the business because the nagging feeling, the restlessness I felt for the ring. I have to feel the ropes again.
Then he has to open up the history book like his name is written in it. I’ve never seen Fort Knox’s name written in the history book of wrestling. He wishes it were there but it isn’t. That’s just some huge delusional of grandeur.
When he loses this match there won’t be any bringing his ass back to wrestling because I plan to end his career.
…:: SCENE ONE::..
East Rutherford, New Jersey
The airport is crowded as is the usual. Trent Townsend followed by his friends grab their bags from the rotating baggage claim. They throw them over their shoulders and begin making their way toward the door.
[Torrie] “Should we rent a car?”
[Trent Townsend] “Too expensive. Let’s just get a cab.”
[Marie] “What if we want to go out tonight? We’ll have to get another fucking cab. Let’s rent a car.”
[Trent Townsend] “Look, I don’t have the money on me right now to rent a car. I had to pay to get our bread ya know. After I take out this nobody Knox then I’ll have some extra cash and we can rent a car.”
[Marie] “It’ll be too late by then.”
[Trent Townsend] “There’s always the next show.”
Mike comes walking up beside Trent and grins.
[Mike] “That’s only if you survive this show.”
[Trent Townsend] “Oh come on. You can’t actually believe that guy has any chance of beating me in the ring do you?”
[Mike] “I don’t know. He sounded pretty determined in his radio interview.”
Trent rolled his eyes.
[Trent Townsend] “I’ll deal with that later. Let’s just worry about getting a cab alright?”
The foursome walks out of the airport to see a line of cabs lined up ready to pick up people.
[Trent Townsend] “See, I told ya. It’s easy to get a cab.”
The foursome opens the trunk of a cab and puts their bags into the trunk. They then squeeze into the cab.
[Trent Townsend] “Okay, where we going guys?”
[Torrie] “We are going to Roccos bar. I don’t know about you all but I am thirsty and I could use a good shot of jack and some rum and coke and some vodka.”
[Mike] “Stop girl you’re turning me on.”
The cabbie puts the car into gear and drives off. Blackout.
…::SCENE TWO::..[/color]
Roccos bar, one of the finer ones in the city of East Rutherford provided the scene the foursome was looking for. They walked in, surveyed the place and smiled.
[Mike] “What a wonderful place to get fucked up in and barf everywhere.”
[Trent Townsend] “You better not get us kicked out of here like you did the last bar.”
[Mike] “Hey, I’m cool. Just calm down man.”
The friends find a table and take a seat. A blonde waitress with mediocre looks comes walking over to them. She lays down napkins in front of each of them and smiles gently.
[Waitress] “What can I get you guys?”
[Torrie] “We have to start off with a shot tonight. I’m ordering for everyone tonight.”
[Mike] “But I - “
[Torrie] “Shut up Mike. It’s a done deal. Okay first we’ll start off with some buttery nipples and then we’ll all have a round of rum and coke.”
The waitress smiled, writing it down.
[Waitress] “You want to start a tab?”
[Trent Townsend] “Yeah, here.”
Trent reaches into his back pocket to pull out his wallet. He then pulls out a credit card and hands it to the waitress. The waitress walks away.
[Trent Townsend] “Let’s all have a minute of silence.”
[Marie] “What the hell for?”
[Trent Townsend] “To pray there’s money on the credit card.”
[Mike] “So you think you’re ready Trent?”
Trent waved his hand like it was nothing.
[Trent Townsend] “Yeah I’m sure. I listened to that radio show. I listened to it a couple of times actually and this guy has nothing on me. He says he is use to being underestimated well that should tell him something. That should yell out “hey, I’m use to being underestimated because I completely suck.” See I tried for the longest time to see things from his point of view but I couldn’t get my head that far up my ass. Don’t think I didn’t try.”
The four laugh. The waitress returns with the drinks balanced nicely on a tray. She hands them out and smiles.
[Waitress] “Let me know if you all need anything else.”
[Torrie] “Okay everyone get their shot and we are going to drink to Trent and his first win at WCF so he can get us more money and more candy and make us all famous!”
[They hit glasses and drink the shot all together.]
[Marie] “God I love those things.”
[Trent Townsend] “Knox says I will be no different. He’ll have a good time proving me wrong. Well I’m happy for him. Seriously I am. I don’t know what makes him think he is some sort of superman but I’ve got the kryptonite to put his ass in place.”
Trent reached inside his pocket and pulled out his packet of cigarettes. He pulled one out and lit it and then laid the packet on the table. The other three raided it.
[Trent Townsend] “Didn’t you all just buy cigarettes?”
[Marie] “Yeah but Mike keeps smoking them all.”
[Mike] “I do not. So Knox is ready to put up 100,000 dollars to say he‘ll last longer than three weeks.”
Trent laughed and blew cigarette smoke out of his nose.
[Trent Townsend] “It must be nice to have something to hide behind. He sounds like a whiny child. {mocking} “I’ll last longer than three weeks. Here’s my money to prove it to you.” Pocket change for someone like him though. How about he give me the money after I kick his ass.”
[Torrie] “What could you possibly put up?”
[Trent Townsend] “I’ll put up my ass.”
The four laugh.
[Marie] “Something tells me Knox doesn’t swing that way.”
[Trent Townsend] “How do you know? You don’t think I’m cute enough for Knox?”
[Mike] “What about all those cheer leaders?”
[Trent Townsend] “A mere cover up my man.”
[Mike] “Right.”
[Trent Townsend] “I’m just saying, don’t throw it out the window. I mean you wouldn’t think I was bisexual just by looking at me right?”
[Torrie] “Well the painted nails and massacre kinda give it away.”
[Trent Townsend] “Shut up.”
They all laugh and take a drink of their rum and coke.
[Trent Townsend] “This guy wants to teach me some wrestling history which I can understand why because I don’t know a lot of wrestling history but it’s not like he knows a lot about it either. Most of the stuff that comes out of his mouth is pure crap. Then he says he’s going to give me a pile driver to knock some sense into my head. Well that just scares the hell out of me. Whatever am I going to do. And what the hell is it with my family? Why does he keep bringing it up? Yeah I come from a rich family but I’d rather live the life I have now than be a pampered little dick like he is.”
[Marie] “Oh yeah remember you also have mom issues.”
[Trent Townsend] “Who doesn’t have mom issues? I mean I’m automatically special because I have issues with my mother. Every single one of you have mom issues. So what? And my support system? Now he’s just insulting you guys and that’s not right. Why pull you guys into it?”
[Torrie] “Who cares what he says about us? We aren’t going to go cry in the corner because of it. I mean hell, Marie is already making plans to sleep with him for money.”
[Marie] “Shut up bitch.”
[Mike] “He says we sit around and cut ourselves.”
[Trent Townsend] “So? Who cares what he says? Yeah I use to cut myself and sometimes I may still but what’s that got to do with me kicking his ass in the ring. It just shows that I’m not affected by pain. I can take it. I can take everything he dishes out and more. He said I have ADD and OCD but he forgot about the schizo affective disorder. Yeah Knox you better watch out because I’m one crazy son of a bitch.”
They all laugh. Trent reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small clear plastic bag full of white powder. He puts some of the powder on his thumb and nudges Torrie under the table. She sticks her head half way under the table and sniffs the powder from Trent’s thumb. Trent then puts some more of the powder on his thumb and sniffs it himself. He then hands the bag to Mike under the table. They do they same. Trent looks at Torrie and smiles.
[Trent Townsend] “I love you.”
[Torrie] “Yeah I know. It’s going to be a good night.”
Blackout.
…::SCENE THREE::…
The Next Day
Trent Townsend is seated on a plush arm chair, looking bored, looking around the room, wishing he could snort some shit. He sighs and flings his head on the back of the chair and rubs his eyes. It’s obvious he’s waiting for someone, but who is that someone exactly? It’s odd to see Trent by himself because he is usually with his friends. Finally, the door of the small room opens and Hank Brown comes marching into the room.
[Hank Brown] “I know, I know, I’m sorry. I got caught up and I’m a little late for the interview.”
[Trent Townsend] “It’s alright.”
[Hank Brown] “What? Really? You mean you aren’t going to yell and throw a tantrum?”
Trent looks confused.
[Trent Townsend] “Uhh, no.”
[Hank Brown] “Okay then. Good. I only have a few questions for you Trent. What is your attitude going into this match?”
Trent scratched his head and exhaled a huge breath like he was thinking of the right words to say.
[Trent Townsend] “My attitude is the same as it always is. I’m going into the match focusing completely on my opponent and getting the win. I’m not going to fool around or take any bullshit from anyone. I’m going for the one, two, three and when I hear that…when I pin my opponent the world will see I am a true competitor because I feel like people don’t take me seriously right now. They look me over and see I’m a little smaller than most wrestlers and I party a little too hard and I don’t work out twenty four seven and they think, oh well that’s just a little wanna be but see, they’re wrong. I live a different lifestyle than most wrestlers but that doesn’t make me less of a competitor and it doesn’t change my serious attitude.”
[Hank Brown] “How do you think you will fit into the WCF?”
[Trent Townsend] “I think I will fit in well with the WCF because the WCF needs something new and different. And after I get my first win here and then start piling up more and more wins I think people will be more willing to accept me for what and who I am. I’ve had this problem wherever I go. I don’t get accepted because I’m a bit different, but it doesn’t bother me. It only takes time. People like Knox are a dime a dozen and people get tired of seeing the same old thing over and over. They look at Knox and instead of admiring his skill, if he even has any, they look at a jackass they can hate.”
[Hank Brown] “He says he is more than meets the eye what do you thin-”
Trent cuts him off with a wave of his hand.
[Trent Townsend] “More than meets the eye? Don’t make me laugh. He’s so transparent I can see through him anytime I feel like it. Like I said, he’s like a million other mother fuckers out there.”
[Hank Brown] “Well I wish you the best of luck in your match Trent.”
[Trent Townsend] “Thanks but I won’t be needing it.”
Blackout.
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