Post by Trent Townsend on Jan 31, 2010 4:36:05 GMT -5
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So he copied my press conference and made a mockery out of it. I shouldn't really care should I? It's obvious he has run out of ideas and he's only mocking me because that's the only thing he has left in his bag. But it does bother me somewhat because he should be orginal and entertaining. He's signed to the WCF, one of the best Federations around, and all he can do is hang on the coattails of another wrestler. That other wrestler being myself. Maybe I should be flattered but it's him and he makes me want to puke, so I'm not.
Torrie and I have had our discussions about what's been going down and we both agree this match is under my belt already. We both believe Knox doesn't know what he's doing anymore. He's lost all sense of what reality is. The reality is I'm going to kick his ass. The reality is I'm going to wipe the floor with him. The reality is I'm going to make him bleed like a virgin on her first time.
It's no longer a question of winning or losing but of surviving or not surviving. Yes, the match has scaled to those heights. I will be the one to survive come Ten and Knox, well, he'll be left on the mat bleeding and wondering what the hell just hit him. Because when I come off that top rope with my famous shooting star press he won't be getting up. It's a fact.
I wonder why I still listen to him. He says the same thing all the time and all he does is copy me. I wonder if he has one orginial thought between those ears of his. I bet there is more room between his front teeth than between his ears. It looks like I'm going to have to take Knox to school and it's going to be a lesson that he isn't going to like. But he's going to have to learn it in order for him to shut up and give the Federation a break.
So he copied my press conference and made a mockery out of it. I shouldn't really care should I? It's obvious he has run out of ideas and he's only mocking me because that's the only thing he has left in his bag. But it does bother me somewhat because he should be orginal and entertaining. He's signed to the WCF, one of the best Federations around, and all he can do is hang on the coattails of another wrestler. That other wrestler being myself. Maybe I should be flattered but it's him and he makes me want to puke, so I'm not.
Torrie and I have had our discussions about what's been going down and we both agree this match is under my belt already. We both believe Knox doesn't know what he's doing anymore. He's lost all sense of what reality is. The reality is I'm going to kick his ass. The reality is I'm going to wipe the floor with him. The reality is I'm going to make him bleed like a virgin on her first time.
It's no longer a question of winning or losing but of surviving or not surviving. Yes, the match has scaled to those heights. I will be the one to survive come Ten and Knox, well, he'll be left on the mat bleeding and wondering what the hell just hit him. Because when I come off that top rope with my famous shooting star press he won't be getting up. It's a fact.
I wonder why I still listen to him. He says the same thing all the time and all he does is copy me. I wonder if he has one orginial thought between those ears of his. I bet there is more room between his front teeth than between his ears. It looks like I'm going to have to take Knox to school and it's going to be a lesson that he isn't going to like. But he's going to have to learn it in order for him to shut up and give the Federation a break.
{The scene opens outside a Gold's Gym. Torrie Nelson and Trent Townsend get out of small black Jetta they rented earlier that day. They both slam the door. Trent sighs, like he doesn't want to do this but is being forced too. Torrie is decked out in a sports bra and tight pants and Trent has windbreaker pants on and a t-shirt. They both are carrying white towels.}[/font]
Trent: "Torrie, let's forget this and go back to the hotel. We've just got that new stash."
Torrie: "We'll get to that soon enough. Right now it wouldn't hurt you to get a good work out in. Knox isn't playing you know."
Trent: "Ugh, if I hear that name one more time. You know I have spent more time thinking about Knox than his own mother probably does? I'm sick of him."
Torrie: "I'm sick of him too but after Ten you won't have to worry about him anymore. Now come on, just a little work out for me. I need a work out."
Trent: "Alright fine. Just because it's you asking me. If it was someone else I would be like hell no. Especially since I know I have smack at home."
{Torrie smiles and playfully hugs Trent. The two walk into the gym and walk up to the counter. The girl at the counter smiles.]
Counter Girl: "How can I help you?"
Torrie: "Yeah, we would like a guest pass for one day."
Counter Girl: "Okay the first time you come here is no charge just to try so you two can go ahead and try it out. If you like it then we can discuss monthly plans."
Torrie: "Great. Thanks."
{Trent and Torrie go over to the free weights and grab their respective weights. Trent takes a seat on the bench ready to do some bicep curls. He does one or two before he stops. Torrie continues with hers.}
Trent: "How does he consider me effeminate man when all I do is paint my nails, throw on some eye liner and maybe some massacre. How is that effeminate? That's what you call real life. That's what you call 2010. And I don't wear women's clothing, or at least I don't think I do, I mean some of our parties have gotten pretty wild before. I don't think I would mind to have men in leather spank me. I think that would be an interesting experience."
Torrie: "Will you work out?"
Trent: "No Torrie think about it. A guy dressed in nothing but leather wailing on your ass. May not be a bad idea. After the match I'm going to put it on my to do list."
{Torrie repositons herself and starts working her triceps. Trent remains seated on the bench doing nothing.}
Trent: "And you are safe with me. I don't know how many times he has to question your safety. He's a true blue moron is what he is. I can't believe he staged a mock press conference. God, can't he get his own ideas? And a dangerous man? Oh come on. He's got to be kidding me. The only thing dangerous about this man is his odor. I should know. I've been close enough to know and believe me it isn't something you want to experience. It will burn the hair right out of your nose."
{Torrie drops the dumb bells and picks up a higher weight to work her shoulders. Trent stays planted on the bench.}
Torrie: "Are you going to do a damn thing?"
Trent: "I am doing something. I'm talking to you. I think I put a twinkie in my pocket. I hope so. I'm hungry."
Torrie: "You're impossible."
{Torrie begins working out as Trent eats the twinkie and continues his talk.}
Trent: "And I'm not nervous about this match. It was I who first said he was nervous about this match but he has to go and copy me again and turn it around. Why does he do that? Is he just that stupid? Why would I be nervous about this match when I know I am going to win. Yeah, I may shed some blood but what's blood compared to a win? I'm not afraid to bleed and I'm not afraid to take a little bit of a beating. Of course, it's going to be only a little bit of a beating he is going to get in because I'm going to get most of the beating in. I'm going to fold that mother fucker in half and I can't wait."
{Trent yawns and takes another bite of his twinkie. Torrie continues her workout.}
Trent: "And believe me, I would never bottom for that guy. I don't think I would even want him to bottom for me. He's not my type. He's disgusting. When I think of sex Fort Knox is not something that comes to mind. If he doesn't like what I say he can suck my dick."
[hotpink]Torrie: "Trent! Gross!!"[/color]
Trent: "What, I'm sorry. It's the truth though. I just can't wait till this match is over so I can be rid of this guy for the rest of my life. If I have to fight this guy again for any reason I'm going to go on strike. Come on, you've worked out enough. Let's get back to the hotel."
{Torrie grunts as she lifts the weights.}
Torrie: "We shouldn't push off till later Trent."
Trent: "Why the hell not? We'll go ahead and celebrate my victory over Fort Knox."
Torrie: "Well give me a few more minutes."
{Torrie goes off to use he machines leaving Trent alone.}
Trent: "Knox, you can mock me in every way you want to. You mocked me about the light house and now you are mocking me about my press conference It just shows what kind of man you are. You aren't a man at all. You're a child holding onto someone's hand and for the time being your holding my hand and I'm having to show you the wrestling business because we both know you know nothing about it. I'm not going to break down and cry and I'm not going to moan and bitch like you put it but I'm going to fight. And I'm going to fight hard. I'm putting this match as the most important thing to me right now. Come Ten Knox you don't have a chance."
{Torrie comes back from using the machines with her white towel wrapped around her neck. She looks Trent over and shakes her head.}
Torrie: "You haven't done damn thing but sit there and eat that twinkie."
Trent: "I told you I didn't want to do this. Let's go."
{Torrie rolls her eyes and resigns to knowing that Trent isn't going to do anything knowing he has smack back at the hotel. She grins and nods her head.}
Torrie: "Okay, let's go."
{Torrie and Trent get off the bench and begin walking toward the door. They open the door and walk outside to the small car they rented. Torrie got into the drivers side and Trent got into the passengers side. The car drives off as the scene fades out.}
{The scene picks back up as the two enter the small but cozy hotel room they have rented at the local Motel 8 motel. Trent and Torrie both throw their bags down on the floor and then throw their towels on the bed. Torrie pulls her hair out of the pony tail it was in. Trent smiles and pulls her toward him. He kisses her softly before pulling back and sitting down on the bed. He pulls up the matress and pulls out a small brown bag. He pulls out a smaller clear bag full of brownish powder. He then pulls out a cainster with a belt and needle and spoon in it. He goes into the bathroom to get a glass of water and comes back out. He puts the needle in the water and prepares the smack. He sticks a lighter under the spoon until the liquid is boiling and then puts it in the needle. He takes the belt and wraps it around his arm, spiking a vein. He then puts the needle in his skin and pushes off. His eyes immediately close in pure rapture. He lays back on the bed.}
Torrie: "You better not pass out with that needle in your arm again. I'm not going to clean your ass up all the time."
Trent: "I'm not going to pass out. I'm just thinking about Knox and the ass kicking I'm going to give him."
Torrie: "You've been thinking a lot about him lately."
Trent: "Because he won't shut his stupid ass mouth."
Torrie: "Well, he thinks he is going to win is all."
{Trent sits up and pulls the needle out of his arm. He puts the lid back on it and starts putting everything back in the pan. He sighs and scratches his head.}
Trent: "Well he's not. I'm sick of him. He's like a bad penny he just keeps turning up when I least expect it. He keeps running his mouth like what he says is important. Doesn't he know he's a loser?"
{Torrie takes some of the brownish powder and puts some on the night stand and snorts it up her nose.}
Trent: "Don't get another nose bleed."
Torrie: "I won't."
{Torrie goes over to the bed with Trent and takes a seat next to him. He puts his arm around her and they both lay down, talking and kissing as the scene fades out.}