Post by trevorbrowning on Jul 6, 2016 14:47:16 GMT -5
The sound of dripping water can be heard as clear as crickets on a warm fall night. Light shining down through a metal grate. Small rodents running along the sides of what appear to be a stream. Trevor can be seen kneeling looking at himself in the water.
"Our paths cross again. We walk towards each other for the third time. Our paths have intertwined like no other before. Three weeks in a row the powers have felt that I needed a little more Lester in my life. For the third time our fates are dependent on each other. You see this sewer stream in front of me Lester? You see the way the rainwater trickles down into this stream becoming one with it? They merge together no one able to tell the difference between the two? THIS is the path that our leadership has set us on. This is the way our fates are going. We are slowly becoming the same. We are both fully aware that these fans don't matter. We are both on a path
that we set ourselves on and both fully intend on seeing through to the bloody end. At Slam you, the flowing shit water, will finally merge with me the pure trickling rain water."
Trevor looks to the trickling stream observing the path that it takes, becoming one with the flowing stream.
"Unlike this stream, I will overpower your stream. In this reality the trickle overpowers the stream. At Slam my trickles will become a full fledged rapid. This Rapid will finally put the stream to rest. I will put you down for the first and final time. Sure, you beat me before. Sure you won the tag match."
Trevor watches as the trickle finally stops.
Sure like this stream stops, you stopped me at Blast. Then you outshined me at Slam. These things have tought me one thing. They have tought me to refocus. They have tought me what I needed to learn to finally best you. At Slam you will be the mouse, I the cat. The trap has been laid. You are comfortable with defeating me and besting me now. You see what better man to bring rule to the U.S. Championship than a Brit. We ruled America before and so shall fate lead me to lead the U.S. again. The U.S. Championship will be mine."
Trevor walks to a ladder leading out of the sewer system. He climbs the dingy ladder as he opens the manhole the bright light of the sun shines down on him. He stands basking in the light for a moment.
"Like I just stepped into the shining light, I shall at Slam. This was simply the best way to show you the paths that we have been on Lester. You will stay their in the sewers below and I will step into the light. My star will shine like the summer sun. Slam will be the day that you learn that our paths have finally come to the bitter conclusion. Our paths will finally be set to an end and we shall part our ways. The end of Lester and Trevor. Slam will be the day that I finally get to put the beast to bed."
Trevor looks into the camera for a moment with a look of wonder for a moment before looking to the sun.
"Gregory St. Matthews. Greg, you see at Slam we worked as a team. We worked with this animal Lester. This time we will face off against each other. This time their will be no helping you. I feel sorry for the battle that you have stepped into. I feel as though you should be prepared for this the best way I know to prepare you. The best way I know to prepare you for this is to let you in on your fate. Your fate was sealed the moment that you signed the contract to be in this match. Your fate for this match will be that of simply being their. Your fate will be that of a bystander. You will watch, you will attempt to win, however, you will be stepping between something bigger than you. You will be between two men who are ready to tear each other apart, and it will simply be too much for you. You will be standing in the way of something that is almost like Destiny. Lester and Trevor. You will simply be put into something above you. Their will be nothing that stands in the way of this final chapter. I'm afraid that that is the fate that the powers have set you on."
As Trevor is speaking a local TV crew walks into the scene. The lady looks a little nervous before interrupting.
"Trevor, can I have a moment of your time?"
Trevor looks the young brunette woman up and down. He stops staring at her legs for a few moments before replying.
"For you, of course. What would you like to know?"
"Have you considered that this might not be the final time you cross paths with Lester Parish?"
"Of course I have considered that. Lester Parish has been on my mind since my first WCF PPV. Lester did something to me. Lester defeated me. So now when people look back at My PPV record they see zero and one. They see that I was handed defeat. They see a man who couldn't get the job done. Well just like in the NFL it is best to get the losses out of the way early, that way you can adjust. You can win when it matters."
"Some people seem to think that Lester is better than you. What do you say to them?"
"Fate. That is what I say to them. You see at Blast it was fate that he handed me a loss. He simply stoked the internal fire of Trevor Browning. He woke something up in me that is going to explode at Slam. He currently holds all the cards. Well a man that has nothing to lose, simply won't lose."
"So you are saying that you will defeat Lester Parish at Slam? What about Greg St. Matthews?"
"At Slam, Gregory St. Matthews is simply going to be the middle man. I am going to make sure that the final pin happens on Lester. I am going to make sure that a statement is made. Gregory ST. Matthews will simply be booked in this match. He will walk in, but he isn't going to walk out the same if he stands in our way. We have a history that must be settled. This history dates back before us. Lester is afraid of a Brit ruling the U.S., Well that is my destiny. The British were born to rule the U.S."
"So you are saying it is your destiny to be U.S. Champion?"
"Are you stupid? Yes I am saying that. I will rule the United States as their Number one Contender to the United States Champion, then I will take the United States Champion and restore order and respect in this fat, lazy country. Now I have to get Ready..."
Trevor walks off awaiting for Destiny to knock.....
"Our paths cross again. We walk towards each other for the third time. Our paths have intertwined like no other before. Three weeks in a row the powers have felt that I needed a little more Lester in my life. For the third time our fates are dependent on each other. You see this sewer stream in front of me Lester? You see the way the rainwater trickles down into this stream becoming one with it? They merge together no one able to tell the difference between the two? THIS is the path that our leadership has set us on. This is the way our fates are going. We are slowly becoming the same. We are both fully aware that these fans don't matter. We are both on a path
that we set ourselves on and both fully intend on seeing through to the bloody end. At Slam you, the flowing shit water, will finally merge with me the pure trickling rain water."
Trevor looks to the trickling stream observing the path that it takes, becoming one with the flowing stream.
"Unlike this stream, I will overpower your stream. In this reality the trickle overpowers the stream. At Slam my trickles will become a full fledged rapid. This Rapid will finally put the stream to rest. I will put you down for the first and final time. Sure, you beat me before. Sure you won the tag match."
Trevor watches as the trickle finally stops.
Sure like this stream stops, you stopped me at Blast. Then you outshined me at Slam. These things have tought me one thing. They have tought me to refocus. They have tought me what I needed to learn to finally best you. At Slam you will be the mouse, I the cat. The trap has been laid. You are comfortable with defeating me and besting me now. You see what better man to bring rule to the U.S. Championship than a Brit. We ruled America before and so shall fate lead me to lead the U.S. again. The U.S. Championship will be mine."
Trevor walks to a ladder leading out of the sewer system. He climbs the dingy ladder as he opens the manhole the bright light of the sun shines down on him. He stands basking in the light for a moment.
"Like I just stepped into the shining light, I shall at Slam. This was simply the best way to show you the paths that we have been on Lester. You will stay their in the sewers below and I will step into the light. My star will shine like the summer sun. Slam will be the day that you learn that our paths have finally come to the bitter conclusion. Our paths will finally be set to an end and we shall part our ways. The end of Lester and Trevor. Slam will be the day that I finally get to put the beast to bed."
Trevor looks into the camera for a moment with a look of wonder for a moment before looking to the sun.
"Gregory St. Matthews. Greg, you see at Slam we worked as a team. We worked with this animal Lester. This time we will face off against each other. This time their will be no helping you. I feel sorry for the battle that you have stepped into. I feel as though you should be prepared for this the best way I know to prepare you. The best way I know to prepare you for this is to let you in on your fate. Your fate was sealed the moment that you signed the contract to be in this match. Your fate for this match will be that of simply being their. Your fate will be that of a bystander. You will watch, you will attempt to win, however, you will be stepping between something bigger than you. You will be between two men who are ready to tear each other apart, and it will simply be too much for you. You will be standing in the way of something that is almost like Destiny. Lester and Trevor. You will simply be put into something above you. Their will be nothing that stands in the way of this final chapter. I'm afraid that that is the fate that the powers have set you on."
As Trevor is speaking a local TV crew walks into the scene. The lady looks a little nervous before interrupting.
"Trevor, can I have a moment of your time?"
Trevor looks the young brunette woman up and down. He stops staring at her legs for a few moments before replying.
"For you, of course. What would you like to know?"
"Have you considered that this might not be the final time you cross paths with Lester Parish?"
"Of course I have considered that. Lester Parish has been on my mind since my first WCF PPV. Lester did something to me. Lester defeated me. So now when people look back at My PPV record they see zero and one. They see that I was handed defeat. They see a man who couldn't get the job done. Well just like in the NFL it is best to get the losses out of the way early, that way you can adjust. You can win when it matters."
"Some people seem to think that Lester is better than you. What do you say to them?"
"Fate. That is what I say to them. You see at Blast it was fate that he handed me a loss. He simply stoked the internal fire of Trevor Browning. He woke something up in me that is going to explode at Slam. He currently holds all the cards. Well a man that has nothing to lose, simply won't lose."
"So you are saying that you will defeat Lester Parish at Slam? What about Greg St. Matthews?"
"At Slam, Gregory St. Matthews is simply going to be the middle man. I am going to make sure that the final pin happens on Lester. I am going to make sure that a statement is made. Gregory ST. Matthews will simply be booked in this match. He will walk in, but he isn't going to walk out the same if he stands in our way. We have a history that must be settled. This history dates back before us. Lester is afraid of a Brit ruling the U.S., Well that is my destiny. The British were born to rule the U.S."
"So you are saying it is your destiny to be U.S. Champion?"
"Are you stupid? Yes I am saying that. I will rule the United States as their Number one Contender to the United States Champion, then I will take the United States Champion and restore order and respect in this fat, lazy country. Now I have to get Ready..."
Trevor walks off awaiting for Destiny to knock.....
