Post by Trent Townsend on Jan 25, 2010 12:29:18 GMT -5
I had a good time writing this roleplay. I know there is a bit of faggotery in it at the end but Trent is bisexual so what can I say? I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.
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{I laid on my back in bed and glared at the ceiling, thinking about Knox and the pounding he gave me at Slam. I was sore from the vicious attack with the chair. I was so mad because I knew I had Creeping Death beaten fair and square and Knox had to come and fuck it all up. I sighed, knowing that I had to get out of bed because of the concert today but I didn't want to. I wanted to lay in bed all day and worry and think about my upcoming match. I rolled over on my side, putting my hands under my pillow. I closed my eyes and started to relax. Suddenly, Torrie bounced on my bed in excitement.}
Torrie: "The Used! The Used! We are going to see The Used today! God I'm so excited!
Trent: "Ugh, not now Torrie. I'll get up in a minute."
Torrie: "You have to get up now because we have to get there early."
Trent: "How about you all go and I stay here?"
Torrie: "How about you get your lazy ass up? Hmm?"
{She started pushing me out of the bed, tickling me as she did. I laughed out loud.}
Trent: "Alright, alright. I'm getting up."
{I pulled myself off the bed, wearing my Joe Boxer boxer shorts. I went to the small table in the bedroom and lit up a cigarette. I blew the smoke out of my nose and tried to force thoughts of Fort Knox out of my mind but it was impossible.
Trent: "I'm still sore from where that asshole attacked me at Slam."
Torrie: "Well, you'll get him back at Ten. I know you will."
Trent: "He should be listening to people around him when they say he's no Trent Townsend. It's true. He's not me. I'm better. He's not even a good wrestler. I don't know why they keep him around. He's just an embarrassment to the company.
Torrie: "And you will show him that but right now let's worry about the concert. Aren't you excited?!"
Trent: "Yeah I'm excited I'm just focusing is all."
{Torrie rolled her eyes and laid down on the bed. She used her hands to flow through her long blonde hair and for a moment she looked so tempting I was ready to give up everything just to have her. I laid down on the bed beside of her, using my hands to stroke her long blonde hair as well. I touched her cheek before kissing it. I bit my bottom lip before rolling over on top of her and kissing her neck. She giggled and pushed me off.
Torrie: "Don't start something you can't finish."
{She got off the bed and walked into the other room. I had to get ready for the concert. I signed and pulled myself off the bed and went into the bathroom.}
{I brushed my teeth hard, almost bringing blood to my gums. I spit the extra toothpaste into the sink and rinsed the toothbrush out. I put it in the toothbrush holder and yawned. I was tired. The WCF was keeping me busy and I wasn't use to working so hard. I allowed my mind to drift back to Knox. I looked in the mirror and grinned}.
Trent: "So mother fucker you want another go around? In a hardcore match none the less. Just so there's no mistakes between the two of us Ten is my show. It's going to be my win. I don't play fair, especially during a hardcore match. I enjoy hardcore matches and I'm glad this is a hardcore match. Remember I don't give a fuck right or wrong because there is no right or wrong in a hardcore match."
{I leaned foward looking directly into the mirror.}
Trent: "You're going to know how big of a mistake it was for you to hit me with that chair on Slam. In this hardcore match it's going to be hell and we're both going to be there. Now who ain't going home with a win..hmm, looks like you."
{Suddenly Marie entered the room looking like a groupie. I looked her over and laughed.
Marie: "What?"
Trent: "You look interesting."
Marie: "I'm suppose to look interesting. I'm an interesting person. Besides it's The Used! The fucking Used!"
{She started doing her eye liner as I exited the room. I had to get dressed. I went over to the dresser and pulled out a pair of jeans with a hole in the knees and then my shirt, my special shirt I had saved just for this concert. I pulled it over my head looking down at the KISS ME BERT MCCRACKEN printed on it. It was going to be a fun day. I walked into the living room to find Mike hanging out on the couch.}
Trent: "You ready?"
Mike: "I've been ready for about an hour. I'm too excited. I see you are wearing the shirt. Think you'll get a kiss today?"
Trent: "Well since I ordered those backstage passes I think there is a pretty good chance."
{I walked back in the bedroom to see Marie and Torrie lounging on the bed.
Marie: "We're ready. We're just waiting on you."
Trent: "I've just got to do my eyeliner."
{I walked into the bathroom and picked up the eyeliner pencil. I started applying it heavily because hey, you can never go wrong with too much eyeliner. After I painted my eyes I looked down at my black painted nails which looked perfect. I was always good at painting nails. I licked my lips, readying myself for the day.
{We arrived at the grounds pretty early but there were people already there. Young teenage girls were prancing around in glitter makeup and boys with hair in their eyes. It was my scene, maybe a little younger than I had hoped, but still my scene. We walked up to the gate and I pulled out the four tickets for me and my friends. The man punched a hole in them and then slid bright red arm bands around our arms. We walked into the grounds area where some band was already playing. We found a place close to the stage and took a seat on the warm grass.}
Mike: "You know what would make this moment even more perfect?"
Torrie: "What?"
Mike: "Beer."
Marie: "Oh I agree. Beer would be good right now.
Trent: "You guys want beer? Okay, listen. Stay right here and I'll be right back with beer."
Marie: "Thanks Trent."
{I pulled myself up off the ground and made my way to a small white vendor station. As I was walking I suddenly bumped into a small but pretty sexy woman. She looked at me evilly and then grinned.
Abril: "Why don't you watch where you are going asshole?"
Trent: "I'm sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going. Are you okay?"
Abril: "Yeah I'm fine. I'm tougher than that you know."
{She started to walk away and I found myself watching her leave. She was sexy, the type of sexy I really get into. I shook my head remembering my mission. I walked to the vendor to get four beers and then returned to my friends who were waiting on me.
Mike: "Yes, beer."
Trent: "I ran into the sexiest girl."
Mike: “Did you get her number?”
Trent: “No, she was too rude for that.”
{By the time I had gotten back the opening act for The Used had taken the stage. I enjoyed The Almost and got lost in the music for a moment but my mind never strayed far from my upcoming match. I took a drink of my beer and savored the flavor.
Trent: “You know Knox better be listening to those bitches he picks up on a regular basis. When they tell him I’m the better wrestler and I’m the better man he should listen to them instead of kicking them out. It’s true in this hardcore match I’m going to once again prove I am the better man and he is going to be left choking on his own blood wondering what in the fuck just happened.”
Marie: “I can’t believe you are booked against him again. You’ve already beaten him once. He wants a double dish. And the way he approached you in the locker room.”
Trent: “That was his first mistake. Approaching me and Torrie in the locker room. If he had any sort of brain inside his head he would have stayed far away. A spoiled little cub with a spike in his paw is what he is. He’s so use to getting what he wants it was a shock he lost the match. Hey, I can understand that. It’s going to be an even bigger shocker when he loses again.”
Torrie: “I had to admit, when he showed up at your locker room I was a little scared.”
Trent: “Don’t worry about that Torrie. He wouldn’t have done anything to you and if he tried I would have broken him like a toothpick. He isn’t going to do anything to any of you guys. You all are as safe as can be. Sex helps him forget about losing to me then he‘s going to have to have a lot of it to forget about the beating I‘m going to give him on Ten.”
Mike: “You know, I don’t want to be the one to say it but it is a hardcore match and you could get hurt.”
{I could get hurt. Well, there was that possibility I suppose. He could always sucker punch me or hit me with something. He’s already proved he’ll use whatever means necessary to get what he wants. But I had to push that thought out of my mind. I couldn’t very well go into a hardcore match worrying about getting hurt. That would be like a roller derby woman going into a match worrying about breaking a nail.}
Trent: “Yeah I’ve thought about that. Believe me, I’ve thought long and hard about that. It’s apparent he’s not going to let up on me. He has his pride to protect and a man will do about anything to protect his pride. He has to face the rest of the Federation too. Everyone has to take him seriously and the only way they are going to take him seriously is if he beats me. But he’s not going to so that solves the problem right there. He’s a nobody, he shouldn’t even be allowed on the Federation roster.”
Torrie: “Still, I don’t want you to get hurt.”
{I laughed in spite of myself.}
Trent: “Torrie, I’m not going to get hurt. Especially by him. I mean if you stand close enough to that guy you’d hear the ocean like a fucking seashell. I swear it. I’ve been close enough to hear it myself. If he were my dog I would shave his ass and teach him to walk backwards. Seriously.”
{I got a laugh out of the group and that helped lighten the mood. The Almost was still playing but they were wrapping up and The Used was almost ready to come on. I was excited, especially with the backstage passes I got for a reasonable good price. See, I bought the tickets and passes with the money I got from beating Knox so deep inside me I felt there was another reason I was wrestling. I wasn’t wrestling for glory or belts, although those would be nice and all, I was also wrestling for my gang. Because deep down inside I loved each and every one of them. I looked them over and smiled as The Almost blared. Suddenly Torrie turned to me and wrapped her arms around me.}
Torrie: “I’m worried.”
{I wrapped my much stronger arms around her waist and kissed her gently on the forehead.}
Trent: “Torrie, please don’t worry.”
Torrie: “But he was in the locker room and so was I. I saw him up close.”
Trent: “Torrie, he’s not going to do anything to you. And he’s not going to beat me either. Listen if I was worried about this match I would tell you but I’m not. I’m confident about this match because I know the guy and I know how he works. I know he’s not what he’s cracked up to be and that façade he puts up is easily shattered. Besides, he’s the kind of man you could use as a blue print to build an idiot.”
{Torrie laughed and it was only then I could see a tear at the corner of her eye.}
Trent: “Please don’t do this now. Please don’t do this at all. Here we are about to see The Used and we are going backstage and I’m going to kiss Bert McCracken. Let’s have a good time tonight. No worrying and no crying, alright?”
{She nodded her head.}
Torrie: “Alright. Tonight is fun night, but we will talk seriously about this later, okay?”
Trent: “Okay.”
{I released her and she turned back around to face the stage. The Used came out on stage and we all cheered for them. The Used was one of my favorite bands so I had to cheer really loud.}
Bert McCracken: “Hello, how the fuck are you?!”
{Everyone cheered and they were ready to play.}
Marie: “I’m so fucking glad they started out with that song. I love that song! All That I've Got is the best!”[/color
{The band was amazing. It was everything I thought it would be. I was having the time of my life and for once letting the thought of Knox flee from my mind. I just sang along and clapped my hands with each song they did. I listened to every song and every song seemed more passionate and real than the last. Finally they came to my favorite song, I'm A Fake. As Bert said the words I said them with him.}
Trent: "Small, simple, safe price
Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets
This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals
And I am not afraid to die
I'm not afraid to bleed, and fuck, and fight.
I want the pain of payment
What's left, but a section of pigmy size cuts
Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks
Would you be my little cut?
Would you be my thousand fucks?
And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid
To fill, and spill over, and under my thoughts
My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter
I'm cutting trying to picture your black broken heart
Love is not like anything
Especially a fucking knife."
The entire show was a blast but it over long before I thought it would. The Used did their encore and went off stage. The crew turned to me and smiled.}
Trent: “Shall we go backstage?”
{They all laughed with excitement.}
{The backstage area was what I expected it to be. Naked girls with their tops off, beer cans everywhere and drugs, yes lots of drugs. I had shown the man our backstage passes and he allowed us in without any question. It was a true rockstar party}
Mike: “There’s so many groupies, where do you think the band is?”
Trent: “I don’t know. Let’s just start checking rooms.”
{So we started checking each and every room until finally, we found them hanging out on a sofa with some groupies, beer and white powder in front of them. I cleared my throat and stiffened my spine. This was it. I was going to meet Bert McCracken. I walked inside with the rest of the crew following me.]
Trent: “Hey, we don’t mean to interrupt anything or whatever but we just wanted to come by as fans and meet you because your music is just great and I love every song you put out. Your last album was great.”
Bert looked me over and laughed.
Bert McCracken: “I like your shirt.”
I had forgotten what shirt I was wearing until he brought it up. I smiled and felt myself blush.
Bert McCracken: “Look at you blushing like a little school boy. You want it to come true?”
Trent: “Of course I do.”
Bert McCracken: “Then come here”
I leaned across the table with the beer and drugs and slowly we kissed. It was just a peck but more than I expected to get that night. I pulled back and smiled.
Bert McCracken: “Hold up, that wasn’t a real kiss.”
He put his hand on the back of my head and pushed me forward to him. I felt his tongue in my mouth so I immediately returned the kiss and it felt like a short lifetime. We pulled apart, a bit of spit dancing in between us. He leaned back on the sofa and smiled.
Bert McCracken: “Now that was a kiss. Stay with us. Party with us tonight. We got everything you need. Take whatever you want. You want beer, drugs, some girls. We got it.”
Trent: “Alright, we’ll stay.”
I was ecstatic that he asked us to stay and I knew the others were too. But the truth was I didn’t want the booze or drugs or girls but I wanted Bert and I wanted to stay as close to him as I possibly could that night. I admired the curve of his face and his soft lips. I wanted to feel those lips on mine at least one more time before the night was over. I stepped around the table and took a seat beside him. I took a beer, opened it up and took a drink.
Bert McCracken: “So what do you do uhhh??”
Trent: “Trent. I’m a professional wrestler.”
{He lit a cigarette and offered me one. I took it and lit it off of his. I scanned the room for my friends but they had already paired off with other members of the band or groupies. I saw Torrie with Quinn the lead guitarist and I knew she was having a great time. But she shot me a look, a serious look. A look that told me tonight we dine but tomorrow we talk serious about my upcoming match. I understood her all too well. I relaxed on the sofa and continued my conversation with Bert. My fantasy was fulfilled because I did get a few more kisses out of him that night and a little more to boot.
Forward:
{It wasn't my fault. I didn't do anything wrong. I just went out there and performed to the height of my ability and that damned Knox had to go and ruin it all. I had Creeping Death beaten and would have gotten a clean win if Knox wouldn't of interfered. Now I have a chance to revenge that attack and I plan to use it to it's full advantage. I know Knox. I know his weaknesses and I know his strengths and I know his weaknesses outweigh his strengths. I know I can beat him for a second time. It won't be a problem.}
{He said come hell or high water we would meet again and here we are meeting again. It's his loss really. Cause not only did I embarrass him the first time I'm going to embarrass him for a second time. He best be worried about this match because I'm bringing more to the table than I did when I faced Creeping Death. Has he even faced anyone like Creeping Death? No. So he hasn't exactly been in a real match besides me.}
{He may have gotten the win at Slam and I'm happy for him. I truly am. But he won't be getting the win at Ten. I'm not Mr. Friendly or Mr. Nice and all the money in the world isn't going to save his ass from me at Ten. I'm going to repay him for the vicious attack at Slam and I am going to repay him ten fold. Just you wait and see Knox, you're time is limited.}
{It wasn't my fault. I didn't do anything wrong. I just went out there and performed to the height of my ability and that damned Knox had to go and ruin it all. I had Creeping Death beaten and would have gotten a clean win if Knox wouldn't of interfered. Now I have a chance to revenge that attack and I plan to use it to it's full advantage. I know Knox. I know his weaknesses and I know his strengths and I know his weaknesses outweigh his strengths. I know I can beat him for a second time. It won't be a problem.}
{He said come hell or high water we would meet again and here we are meeting again. It's his loss really. Cause not only did I embarrass him the first time I'm going to embarrass him for a second time. He best be worried about this match because I'm bringing more to the table than I did when I faced Creeping Death. Has he even faced anyone like Creeping Death? No. So he hasn't exactly been in a real match besides me.}
{He may have gotten the win at Slam and I'm happy for him. I truly am. But he won't be getting the win at Ten. I'm not Mr. Friendly or Mr. Nice and all the money in the world isn't going to save his ass from me at Ten. I'm going to repay him for the vicious attack at Slam and I am going to repay him ten fold. Just you wait and see Knox, you're time is limited.}
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{I laid on my back in bed and glared at the ceiling, thinking about Knox and the pounding he gave me at Slam. I was sore from the vicious attack with the chair. I was so mad because I knew I had Creeping Death beaten fair and square and Knox had to come and fuck it all up. I sighed, knowing that I had to get out of bed because of the concert today but I didn't want to. I wanted to lay in bed all day and worry and think about my upcoming match. I rolled over on my side, putting my hands under my pillow. I closed my eyes and started to relax. Suddenly, Torrie bounced on my bed in excitement.}
Torrie: "The Used! The Used! We are going to see The Used today! God I'm so excited!
Trent: "Ugh, not now Torrie. I'll get up in a minute."
Torrie: "You have to get up now because we have to get there early."
Trent: "How about you all go and I stay here?"
Torrie: "How about you get your lazy ass up? Hmm?"
{She started pushing me out of the bed, tickling me as she did. I laughed out loud.}
Trent: "Alright, alright. I'm getting up."
{I pulled myself off the bed, wearing my Joe Boxer boxer shorts. I went to the small table in the bedroom and lit up a cigarette. I blew the smoke out of my nose and tried to force thoughts of Fort Knox out of my mind but it was impossible.
Trent: "I'm still sore from where that asshole attacked me at Slam."
Torrie: "Well, you'll get him back at Ten. I know you will."
Trent: "He should be listening to people around him when they say he's no Trent Townsend. It's true. He's not me. I'm better. He's not even a good wrestler. I don't know why they keep him around. He's just an embarrassment to the company.
Torrie: "And you will show him that but right now let's worry about the concert. Aren't you excited?!"
Trent: "Yeah I'm excited I'm just focusing is all."
{Torrie rolled her eyes and laid down on the bed. She used her hands to flow through her long blonde hair and for a moment she looked so tempting I was ready to give up everything just to have her. I laid down on the bed beside of her, using my hands to stroke her long blonde hair as well. I touched her cheek before kissing it. I bit my bottom lip before rolling over on top of her and kissing her neck. She giggled and pushed me off.
Torrie: "Don't start something you can't finish."
{She got off the bed and walked into the other room. I had to get ready for the concert. I signed and pulled myself off the bed and went into the bathroom.}
{I brushed my teeth hard, almost bringing blood to my gums. I spit the extra toothpaste into the sink and rinsed the toothbrush out. I put it in the toothbrush holder and yawned. I was tired. The WCF was keeping me busy and I wasn't use to working so hard. I allowed my mind to drift back to Knox. I looked in the mirror and grinned}.
Trent: "So mother fucker you want another go around? In a hardcore match none the less. Just so there's no mistakes between the two of us Ten is my show. It's going to be my win. I don't play fair, especially during a hardcore match. I enjoy hardcore matches and I'm glad this is a hardcore match. Remember I don't give a fuck right or wrong because there is no right or wrong in a hardcore match."
{I leaned foward looking directly into the mirror.}
Trent: "You're going to know how big of a mistake it was for you to hit me with that chair on Slam. In this hardcore match it's going to be hell and we're both going to be there. Now who ain't going home with a win..hmm, looks like you."
{Suddenly Marie entered the room looking like a groupie. I looked her over and laughed.
Marie: "What?"
Trent: "You look interesting."
Marie: "I'm suppose to look interesting. I'm an interesting person. Besides it's The Used! The fucking Used!"
{She started doing her eye liner as I exited the room. I had to get dressed. I went over to the dresser and pulled out a pair of jeans with a hole in the knees and then my shirt, my special shirt I had saved just for this concert. I pulled it over my head looking down at the KISS ME BERT MCCRACKEN printed on it. It was going to be a fun day. I walked into the living room to find Mike hanging out on the couch.}
Trent: "You ready?"
Mike: "I've been ready for about an hour. I'm too excited. I see you are wearing the shirt. Think you'll get a kiss today?"
Trent: "Well since I ordered those backstage passes I think there is a pretty good chance."
{I walked back in the bedroom to see Marie and Torrie lounging on the bed.
Marie: "We're ready. We're just waiting on you."
Trent: "I've just got to do my eyeliner."
{I walked into the bathroom and picked up the eyeliner pencil. I started applying it heavily because hey, you can never go wrong with too much eyeliner. After I painted my eyes I looked down at my black painted nails which looked perfect. I was always good at painting nails. I licked my lips, readying myself for the day.
{We arrived at the grounds pretty early but there were people already there. Young teenage girls were prancing around in glitter makeup and boys with hair in their eyes. It was my scene, maybe a little younger than I had hoped, but still my scene. We walked up to the gate and I pulled out the four tickets for me and my friends. The man punched a hole in them and then slid bright red arm bands around our arms. We walked into the grounds area where some band was already playing. We found a place close to the stage and took a seat on the warm grass.}
Mike: "You know what would make this moment even more perfect?"
Torrie: "What?"
Mike: "Beer."
Marie: "Oh I agree. Beer would be good right now.
Trent: "You guys want beer? Okay, listen. Stay right here and I'll be right back with beer."
Marie: "Thanks Trent."
{I pulled myself up off the ground and made my way to a small white vendor station. As I was walking I suddenly bumped into a small but pretty sexy woman. She looked at me evilly and then grinned.
Abril: "Why don't you watch where you are going asshole?"
Trent: "I'm sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going. Are you okay?"
Abril: "Yeah I'm fine. I'm tougher than that you know."
{She started to walk away and I found myself watching her leave. She was sexy, the type of sexy I really get into. I shook my head remembering my mission. I walked to the vendor to get four beers and then returned to my friends who were waiting on me.
Mike: "Yes, beer."
Trent: "I ran into the sexiest girl."
Mike: “Did you get her number?”
Trent: “No, she was too rude for that.”
{By the time I had gotten back the opening act for The Used had taken the stage. I enjoyed The Almost and got lost in the music for a moment but my mind never strayed far from my upcoming match. I took a drink of my beer and savored the flavor.
Trent: “You know Knox better be listening to those bitches he picks up on a regular basis. When they tell him I’m the better wrestler and I’m the better man he should listen to them instead of kicking them out. It’s true in this hardcore match I’m going to once again prove I am the better man and he is going to be left choking on his own blood wondering what in the fuck just happened.”
Marie: “I can’t believe you are booked against him again. You’ve already beaten him once. He wants a double dish. And the way he approached you in the locker room.”
Trent: “That was his first mistake. Approaching me and Torrie in the locker room. If he had any sort of brain inside his head he would have stayed far away. A spoiled little cub with a spike in his paw is what he is. He’s so use to getting what he wants it was a shock he lost the match. Hey, I can understand that. It’s going to be an even bigger shocker when he loses again.”
Torrie: “I had to admit, when he showed up at your locker room I was a little scared.”
Trent: “Don’t worry about that Torrie. He wouldn’t have done anything to you and if he tried I would have broken him like a toothpick. He isn’t going to do anything to any of you guys. You all are as safe as can be. Sex helps him forget about losing to me then he‘s going to have to have a lot of it to forget about the beating I‘m going to give him on Ten.”
Mike: “You know, I don’t want to be the one to say it but it is a hardcore match and you could get hurt.”
{I could get hurt. Well, there was that possibility I suppose. He could always sucker punch me or hit me with something. He’s already proved he’ll use whatever means necessary to get what he wants. But I had to push that thought out of my mind. I couldn’t very well go into a hardcore match worrying about getting hurt. That would be like a roller derby woman going into a match worrying about breaking a nail.}
Trent: “Yeah I’ve thought about that. Believe me, I’ve thought long and hard about that. It’s apparent he’s not going to let up on me. He has his pride to protect and a man will do about anything to protect his pride. He has to face the rest of the Federation too. Everyone has to take him seriously and the only way they are going to take him seriously is if he beats me. But he’s not going to so that solves the problem right there. He’s a nobody, he shouldn’t even be allowed on the Federation roster.”
Torrie: “Still, I don’t want you to get hurt.”
{I laughed in spite of myself.}
Trent: “Torrie, I’m not going to get hurt. Especially by him. I mean if you stand close enough to that guy you’d hear the ocean like a fucking seashell. I swear it. I’ve been close enough to hear it myself. If he were my dog I would shave his ass and teach him to walk backwards. Seriously.”
{I got a laugh out of the group and that helped lighten the mood. The Almost was still playing but they were wrapping up and The Used was almost ready to come on. I was excited, especially with the backstage passes I got for a reasonable good price. See, I bought the tickets and passes with the money I got from beating Knox so deep inside me I felt there was another reason I was wrestling. I wasn’t wrestling for glory or belts, although those would be nice and all, I was also wrestling for my gang. Because deep down inside I loved each and every one of them. I looked them over and smiled as The Almost blared. Suddenly Torrie turned to me and wrapped her arms around me.}
Torrie: “I’m worried.”
{I wrapped my much stronger arms around her waist and kissed her gently on the forehead.}
Trent: “Torrie, please don’t worry.”
Torrie: “But he was in the locker room and so was I. I saw him up close.”
Trent: “Torrie, he’s not going to do anything to you. And he’s not going to beat me either. Listen if I was worried about this match I would tell you but I’m not. I’m confident about this match because I know the guy and I know how he works. I know he’s not what he’s cracked up to be and that façade he puts up is easily shattered. Besides, he’s the kind of man you could use as a blue print to build an idiot.”
{Torrie laughed and it was only then I could see a tear at the corner of her eye.}
Trent: “Please don’t do this now. Please don’t do this at all. Here we are about to see The Used and we are going backstage and I’m going to kiss Bert McCracken. Let’s have a good time tonight. No worrying and no crying, alright?”
{She nodded her head.}
Torrie: “Alright. Tonight is fun night, but we will talk seriously about this later, okay?”
Trent: “Okay.”
{I released her and she turned back around to face the stage. The Used came out on stage and we all cheered for them. The Used was one of my favorite bands so I had to cheer really loud.}
Bert McCracken: “Hello, how the fuck are you?!”
{Everyone cheered and they were ready to play.}
Marie: “I’m so fucking glad they started out with that song. I love that song! All That I've Got is the best!”[/color
{The band was amazing. It was everything I thought it would be. I was having the time of my life and for once letting the thought of Knox flee from my mind. I just sang along and clapped my hands with each song they did. I listened to every song and every song seemed more passionate and real than the last. Finally they came to my favorite song, I'm A Fake. As Bert said the words I said them with him.}
Trent: "Small, simple, safe price
Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets
This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals
And I am not afraid to die
I'm not afraid to bleed, and fuck, and fight.
I want the pain of payment
What's left, but a section of pigmy size cuts
Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks
Would you be my little cut?
Would you be my thousand fucks?
And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid
To fill, and spill over, and under my thoughts
My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter
I'm cutting trying to picture your black broken heart
Love is not like anything
Especially a fucking knife."
The entire show was a blast but it over long before I thought it would. The Used did their encore and went off stage. The crew turned to me and smiled.}
Trent: “Shall we go backstage?”
{They all laughed with excitement.}
{The backstage area was what I expected it to be. Naked girls with their tops off, beer cans everywhere and drugs, yes lots of drugs. I had shown the man our backstage passes and he allowed us in without any question. It was a true rockstar party}
Mike: “There’s so many groupies, where do you think the band is?”
Trent: “I don’t know. Let’s just start checking rooms.”
{So we started checking each and every room until finally, we found them hanging out on a sofa with some groupies, beer and white powder in front of them. I cleared my throat and stiffened my spine. This was it. I was going to meet Bert McCracken. I walked inside with the rest of the crew following me.]
Trent: “Hey, we don’t mean to interrupt anything or whatever but we just wanted to come by as fans and meet you because your music is just great and I love every song you put out. Your last album was great.”
Bert looked me over and laughed.
Bert McCracken: “I like your shirt.”
I had forgotten what shirt I was wearing until he brought it up. I smiled and felt myself blush.
Bert McCracken: “Look at you blushing like a little school boy. You want it to come true?”
Trent: “Of course I do.”
Bert McCracken: “Then come here”
I leaned across the table with the beer and drugs and slowly we kissed. It was just a peck but more than I expected to get that night. I pulled back and smiled.
Bert McCracken: “Hold up, that wasn’t a real kiss.”
He put his hand on the back of my head and pushed me forward to him. I felt his tongue in my mouth so I immediately returned the kiss and it felt like a short lifetime. We pulled apart, a bit of spit dancing in between us. He leaned back on the sofa and smiled.
Bert McCracken: “Now that was a kiss. Stay with us. Party with us tonight. We got everything you need. Take whatever you want. You want beer, drugs, some girls. We got it.”
Trent: “Alright, we’ll stay.”
I was ecstatic that he asked us to stay and I knew the others were too. But the truth was I didn’t want the booze or drugs or girls but I wanted Bert and I wanted to stay as close to him as I possibly could that night. I admired the curve of his face and his soft lips. I wanted to feel those lips on mine at least one more time before the night was over. I stepped around the table and took a seat beside him. I took a beer, opened it up and took a drink.
Bert McCracken: “So what do you do uhhh??”
Trent: “Trent. I’m a professional wrestler.”
{He lit a cigarette and offered me one. I took it and lit it off of his. I scanned the room for my friends but they had already paired off with other members of the band or groupies. I saw Torrie with Quinn the lead guitarist and I knew she was having a great time. But she shot me a look, a serious look. A look that told me tonight we dine but tomorrow we talk serious about my upcoming match. I understood her all too well. I relaxed on the sofa and continued my conversation with Bert. My fantasy was fulfilled because I did get a few more kisses out of him that night and a little more to boot.