Post by trevorbrowning on Jul 1, 2016 15:13:57 GMT -5
**Blast**
The camera shows the locker room door of Trevor Browning just moments after the conclusion of his match at Blast. A loud thud is heard before the door opens to see Trevor looking through the slight opening. He seems rather upset then speaks directly to the camera man.
"The best thing you could do right now is bugger off. I'm not in the mood to be interviewed right now."
The camera man starts to interupt Trevor with a question...
"Trevor how do you feel about your loss to Lester Parish?"
Trevor pushes the man against the cinder block hallway as he answers.
"Are you Stupid!? How do you think I feel. I just got beat by that animal. I don't care what happens I want nothing more to do with Lester Parish anymore. Don't even say that name around me, do you hear me? As far as I am concerned Lester Parish doesn't exist. I wasn't given enough prep time for this match. I don't know what these people were thinking. I'm an athelete. I need time to prepare. These stupid interviews and crap before a big match just throw me off my game. Get the hell out of here!"
Trevor, obviously upset, pushes the camera man away from the door as he slams it. The sounds of things being smashed up against the wall continue to be heard as the camera fades away.
**The Next Day**
Trevor sits looking at his Iphone screen for a few moments. He lets out a small laugh and then tosses the phone onto the glass coffee table in his living room. He paces back and forth for a little bit, almost as if he is trying to wear a spot in the carpet. He mumbles too hiself for a few moments before checking his phone again. He sees it again. He sees he will be teaming with Lester Parish this week at Slam.
"This is a joke. Lester Parish. Bollocks. That monster isn't supposed to exist anymore. Now I have to team with that freak? What are the powers thinking around here. Its almost like they are trying to bury me. These idiots don't know what they are doing, clearly."
Trevor puts his phone back on the table and runs his hands through his hair. He looks uneasy as he ponders Slam.
"Well lets see. First there is Captain WCF. What kind of Japanese Captain America does this idiot thing he is. Always thinks he is reaching for some sort of star. What a moron. Super Hero Powers? Is this guy for real? Well Captain, you see, At Slam you won't have to worry about these other too asshats in the ring with you. I'm going to make sure to show you what you really are. A nut house reject. The only place you are going at Slam is to the nut house after I beat the super hero out of you.
Trevor watches a recap of Captain WCFs interview before Blast. A smile can be seen on his face as it concludes.
"Has anyone ever told you about what happens to a star that shines too bright? Eventually it implodes. Consuming itself as if it was its own worst enemy. You remind me of a star just like that. You tell us all how you shine so bright, well I am going to unleash that supernova waiting to implode at Slam and that bright shine will become nothing more than a glimmer of the past. That little insignificant star will be a mere speckle in the history of WCF. When people look back and think about the fact that you had the nerve to even show up to Slam to face me, people will remember how I, Trevor Browning, extinguished your star. Oh, and you
Love the fans? What are these people going to help you accomplish? These people should be mere ants to you. Then, maybe I would repsect you. As it stands now the fact that you care what any of these people thinks bothers me. It bothers me that you think these people will care about you in five years let alone five minutes. You will be just another roadblock in my path to greatness after Slam. Blast was rough for me. Now they put me in the ring as a partner to that freak. He and I may have unfinished business, but I assure you that I will focus on making sure to extinguish your flame."
Trevor pauses for a moment before looking at the profile for BioWalker. He chuckles out loud and looks again before histaricly laughing.
"BioDummys or idiotwalkers, whatever the hell your name is, I don't even know what to say. Is this a tag team or a marriage? If I have to do this match with Lester, I might as well make the best of this and tell you that that monster is going to do his best to hurt you. He is going to do his best to punish you...Me....I'm going to expose you. I'm going to expose you for a couple of chumps that belong in the dark matches. I'm not worried about what my partners are going to do because I don't care. I don't care about Lester, I don't care about Greg St. Matthews, I don't care about Captain Sushi, and I especially don't care about Team Bromance. I'll win this match by myself if I have to. Because the fact of the matter is this...At the end of the Slam people will finally get to see what I am made of. I lost that chance at Blast. I let that slip through my fingers, but I am NOT going to let some young boy band tarnish my good name. When Slam arrives you will face the three of us. You will give us your all, however, I'm sorry to tell you that their is nothing you can do to stand in our way.
Trevor starts preparing for his match as the camera fades to black
The camera shows the locker room door of Trevor Browning just moments after the conclusion of his match at Blast. A loud thud is heard before the door opens to see Trevor looking through the slight opening. He seems rather upset then speaks directly to the camera man.
"The best thing you could do right now is bugger off. I'm not in the mood to be interviewed right now."
The camera man starts to interupt Trevor with a question...
"Trevor how do you feel about your loss to Lester Parish?"
Trevor pushes the man against the cinder block hallway as he answers.
"Are you Stupid!? How do you think I feel. I just got beat by that animal. I don't care what happens I want nothing more to do with Lester Parish anymore. Don't even say that name around me, do you hear me? As far as I am concerned Lester Parish doesn't exist. I wasn't given enough prep time for this match. I don't know what these people were thinking. I'm an athelete. I need time to prepare. These stupid interviews and crap before a big match just throw me off my game. Get the hell out of here!"
Trevor, obviously upset, pushes the camera man away from the door as he slams it. The sounds of things being smashed up against the wall continue to be heard as the camera fades away.
**The Next Day**
Trevor sits looking at his Iphone screen for a few moments. He lets out a small laugh and then tosses the phone onto the glass coffee table in his living room. He paces back and forth for a little bit, almost as if he is trying to wear a spot in the carpet. He mumbles too hiself for a few moments before checking his phone again. He sees it again. He sees he will be teaming with Lester Parish this week at Slam.
"This is a joke. Lester Parish. Bollocks. That monster isn't supposed to exist anymore. Now I have to team with that freak? What are the powers thinking around here. Its almost like they are trying to bury me. These idiots don't know what they are doing, clearly."
Trevor puts his phone back on the table and runs his hands through his hair. He looks uneasy as he ponders Slam.
"Well lets see. First there is Captain WCF. What kind of Japanese Captain America does this idiot thing he is. Always thinks he is reaching for some sort of star. What a moron. Super Hero Powers? Is this guy for real? Well Captain, you see, At Slam you won't have to worry about these other too asshats in the ring with you. I'm going to make sure to show you what you really are. A nut house reject. The only place you are going at Slam is to the nut house after I beat the super hero out of you.
Trevor watches a recap of Captain WCFs interview before Blast. A smile can be seen on his face as it concludes.
"Has anyone ever told you about what happens to a star that shines too bright? Eventually it implodes. Consuming itself as if it was its own worst enemy. You remind me of a star just like that. You tell us all how you shine so bright, well I am going to unleash that supernova waiting to implode at Slam and that bright shine will become nothing more than a glimmer of the past. That little insignificant star will be a mere speckle in the history of WCF. When people look back and think about the fact that you had the nerve to even show up to Slam to face me, people will remember how I, Trevor Browning, extinguished your star. Oh, and you
Love the fans? What are these people going to help you accomplish? These people should be mere ants to you. Then, maybe I would repsect you. As it stands now the fact that you care what any of these people thinks bothers me. It bothers me that you think these people will care about you in five years let alone five minutes. You will be just another roadblock in my path to greatness after Slam. Blast was rough for me. Now they put me in the ring as a partner to that freak. He and I may have unfinished business, but I assure you that I will focus on making sure to extinguish your flame."
Trevor pauses for a moment before looking at the profile for BioWalker. He chuckles out loud and looks again before histaricly laughing.
"BioDummys or idiotwalkers, whatever the hell your name is, I don't even know what to say. Is this a tag team or a marriage? If I have to do this match with Lester, I might as well make the best of this and tell you that that monster is going to do his best to hurt you. He is going to do his best to punish you...Me....I'm going to expose you. I'm going to expose you for a couple of chumps that belong in the dark matches. I'm not worried about what my partners are going to do because I don't care. I don't care about Lester, I don't care about Greg St. Matthews, I don't care about Captain Sushi, and I especially don't care about Team Bromance. I'll win this match by myself if I have to. Because the fact of the matter is this...At the end of the Slam people will finally get to see what I am made of. I lost that chance at Blast. I let that slip through my fingers, but I am NOT going to let some young boy band tarnish my good name. When Slam arrives you will face the three of us. You will give us your all, however, I'm sorry to tell you that their is nothing you can do to stand in our way.
Trevor starts preparing for his match as the camera fades to black
