Post by Trent Townsend on Jan 12, 2010 9:53:50 GMT -5
Scene One
I sat cross legged on the edge of my bed. The black comforter was nearly falling in the floor. The Bud Light, placed carefully in my hand, had begun to sweat and I could feel the cool wetness on my skin. I took a drag of my Salem Light and exhaled it slowly. It was going to be a long night but I had become accustomed to long nights. At least tonight I wasn't alone. The gang had been gone for the last few weeks and I found that I had missed then. I would never show it and I would die before I would admit it.
I took a long hard drink of my beer, feeling the stinging sweetness flow down my throat.
[Torrie] "So I think we should all drop E and stay home. I'm tired and I didn't get a chance to wash my hair last night."[/color]
[Mike] "That's exactly what we did last night. Don't you want to go out? Do something productive maybe?"
[Torrie] "Oh and what would be productive? Going out and getting drunk to see who is left standing at the end of the evening?"[/color]
I listened to the two argue and felt my mind drift to my upcoming match. It was to be my first in many years. I hadn't set foot in a ring in years and now dusting off all the decay felt like something impossible to do. Could I do it? Could I live up to the fame I USE to have before? Or was I a has been trying to regain some sort of fame before they shut the door on my coffin?
[Trent] "You know what I don't get is we've got this gucci looking mother fucker thinking he is everything to everybody and probably thinks he is God's gift to women. He gets everything he wants because of what exactly? Because of his good looks? His money? His charm? He drives up in beautiful sports cars for half assed interviews that entertain no one but his mother. I mean let's face it, only a mother can love someone like that. He was in one battle royal which he was kicked out of and he thinks it's a good thing because he got a feel for the Federation so he can rule it. Rule. Let's think about this. No one actually rules a Federation. He must be delusional.
I took another drink of my beer and a drag of my cigarette. The fact was, I was a bit worried. I was worried about his experience compared to mine and how he had set out to rule the Federation like it was some third world country.
I watched Torrie run her hands through her dark hair and laugh.
[Torrie] "Here we are worried about what we are going to do tonight and you are worried about your opponent. Honestly darling, worrying doesn't suit you in the slightest. You've got this guy. I don't know why you are giving him a second thought. Now what do you want to do? Stay in or go out?
[Trent] "Maybe you all should go out and maybe I'll take a walk or something. Listen, I have a lot on my mind. More than sex drugs and rock and roll which is obviously all you all think about.
[Mike] "You mean there are other things to think about? Hey Torrie, I've got an idea. How about you go hook up with this guy Trent is facing? Then we wouldn't have to pull our money together to get food from McDonald's?
[Torrie] "Eww gross. Shut up.
[Trent] "I mean look at that little punk ass thinking he is the shit. Private jets and cheerleaders throwing their clothes at him. Group showers. I think I got an STD by just looking at him for too long. Does he actually have something orginial to say or is it the same shit over and over. (mocking)"Look at all the toys I have. Come play with me." Yeah that's the only way he gets all he wants. If he was given a personality test he would score somewhere in the negatives.
The truth was, I hated people like Fort Knox. I hated people who had everything handed to them because it reminded me so much of my old life. My old life had faded so far away it was practically untouchableable. But ever so often things like Knox would come around and remind me. I usually brushed them off without any problem, but not this time. For some reason in my mind I felt I had to beat him to beat something inside myself. I didn't share my feelings with my friends because I knew they wouldn't understand although they would certainly try.
Right now I felt like being alone. I didn't feel like getting into drugs or too much drinking tonight. I had to gather my thoughts together. I had to take a walk.
[Trent] "Listen, I'm going for a walk. I won't be gone long so don't do all the E because I'll probably want some when I get back.
[Torrie] "Aye, aye captain.
I pulled myself off the bed and walked over to the chair where my long black coat was laying. I picked it up and slid it over my shoulders. I always wore my coat because you could never tell with the Providence weather. I put my beer down on the computer desk and finished my cigarette. I butted it out in the cigarette dish.
[Trent] "You know, go ahead and give me a pill. It may help me think."
I saw Torrie smile. She reached inside her shirt to her bra and pulled out a small brown bag. She placed one pill on her palm and handed it to me. I dry swallowed it hoping it would take effect quickly to erase the worry I had in my mind. I walked slowly out of the room, fled down the stairs and into the Providence night.
Scene Two
The night was cool as it sprinkled rain. I pulled my jacket up closer to my face and stared at the concrete for a second. I sighed and began my walk down the wet sidewalk. What to do? What to do? How to handle this match?
[Trent] "This week at Slam I am going to make my debut. I am going to make my debut against someone I can tell I already hate. He says whether you love or hate him he will always make an impact and you will always remember him. Well, maybe that's true and maybe it's not. Maybe after I destroy him I won't remember him at all and then what would his purpose be? He flashes fancy things to gain the attention of everyone around him but it's all a facade. Under that exterior there's really nothing there. No substance of any kind."
I closed my eyes for a second taking in a deep breath.
[Trent] "Knox says he's always wanted to be a wrestler. It was his dream and with all the money he has he got the best training there was to be a well rounded wrestler. That may be true. He may be a well rounded wrestler but I don't see how that is going to help him in the slightest when he is in the ring with me. See, I also have very good solid training and it may not be the best money can buy but where I trained and how I trained money didn't make a damn bit of difference. What made a difference was your passion to train well and how hard you wanted it. You see the difference between you and me Knox is that you buy what you want and I work for what I want. That's why I'm going to take you down without even blinking an eye on Slam."
I stopped walking and reached in my pocket. I pulled out the smashed package of Salem Lights and took one out. I lit it up, taking a long draw and letting it release through my lips. I looked from right to left noticing there was no one else out tonight. The E was beginning to take effect. I smiled.
[Trent] "You want to put on a show Knox? Well I hate to disappoint you but this week at Slam you won't be putting on a show. It will be me getting an easy victory over you and you looking like the ass you are. All the money in the world is not going to save your ass from what I am willing to dish out. You aren't going to come out to the ring throwing your money and jack me up or pimp smack me up because I'll be more than ready for you."
I took another drag from my cigarette and then let it hit the sidewalk. I grinned and walked back to the apartment.
Scene Three
I walked back into the apartment to find Mike passed out in the floor next to the dresser without his shirt on. I shook my head. Usual Mike. I looked over at the bed to see Torrie sporting a t-shirt and panties reading an Urban Ink magazine. She looked beautiful lying there.
[Trent] "Is he dead?"
Torrie laughed.
[Torrie] "No. He passed out about ten minutes ago. How was your walk?"
I walked into the small apartment and took off my jacket. I placed it on the computer desk chair. I started to unbutton my shirt as I made my way over to Torrie. I took a seat next to her on the bed.
[Torrie] "What's got you all tore up tonight baby?"
[Trent] "Maybe I'm mad because my first match is against someone so completely stupid. Or maybe I'm mad because he reminds me of my parents. Or maybe I'm worried because I haven't been in the ring for a while.
[Torrie] "You got it though baby. Somewhere inside you've gotta know that."
Yeah, maybe I did. Maybe I didn't. The emotions running through my body were undescribeable. The E just heightened them.
[Trent] "Yeah, you're probably right. Man, I'm feeling pretty good right now but I could use some sleep. I haven't been sleeping well lately.
[Torrie] "Well let's go to bed then."
Torrie smiled and moved over to the opposite side of the bed. I nodded and stood up. I removed my shirt my pants and under shirt until I was down to my boxers. I climbed in the bed with her, taking her into my arms and relishing on her smell and touch.
[Trent] "We just going to leave Mike passed out?
[Torrie] "Yeah might as well.
I reached over and turned off the night stand light. Blackout.
I sat cross legged on the edge of my bed. The black comforter was nearly falling in the floor. The Bud Light, placed carefully in my hand, had begun to sweat and I could feel the cool wetness on my skin. I took a drag of my Salem Light and exhaled it slowly. It was going to be a long night but I had become accustomed to long nights. At least tonight I wasn't alone. The gang had been gone for the last few weeks and I found that I had missed then. I would never show it and I would die before I would admit it.
I took a long hard drink of my beer, feeling the stinging sweetness flow down my throat.
[Torrie] "So I think we should all drop E and stay home. I'm tired and I didn't get a chance to wash my hair last night."[/color]
[Mike] "That's exactly what we did last night. Don't you want to go out? Do something productive maybe?"
[Torrie] "Oh and what would be productive? Going out and getting drunk to see who is left standing at the end of the evening?"[/color]
I listened to the two argue and felt my mind drift to my upcoming match. It was to be my first in many years. I hadn't set foot in a ring in years and now dusting off all the decay felt like something impossible to do. Could I do it? Could I live up to the fame I USE to have before? Or was I a has been trying to regain some sort of fame before they shut the door on my coffin?
[Trent] "You know what I don't get is we've got this gucci looking mother fucker thinking he is everything to everybody and probably thinks he is God's gift to women. He gets everything he wants because of what exactly? Because of his good looks? His money? His charm? He drives up in beautiful sports cars for half assed interviews that entertain no one but his mother. I mean let's face it, only a mother can love someone like that. He was in one battle royal which he was kicked out of and he thinks it's a good thing because he got a feel for the Federation so he can rule it. Rule. Let's think about this. No one actually rules a Federation. He must be delusional.
I took another drink of my beer and a drag of my cigarette. The fact was, I was a bit worried. I was worried about his experience compared to mine and how he had set out to rule the Federation like it was some third world country.
I watched Torrie run her hands through her dark hair and laugh.
[Torrie] "Here we are worried about what we are going to do tonight and you are worried about your opponent. Honestly darling, worrying doesn't suit you in the slightest. You've got this guy. I don't know why you are giving him a second thought. Now what do you want to do? Stay in or go out?
[Trent] "Maybe you all should go out and maybe I'll take a walk or something. Listen, I have a lot on my mind. More than sex drugs and rock and roll which is obviously all you all think about.
[Mike] "You mean there are other things to think about? Hey Torrie, I've got an idea. How about you go hook up with this guy Trent is facing? Then we wouldn't have to pull our money together to get food from McDonald's?
[Torrie] "Eww gross. Shut up.
[Trent] "I mean look at that little punk ass thinking he is the shit. Private jets and cheerleaders throwing their clothes at him. Group showers. I think I got an STD by just looking at him for too long. Does he actually have something orginial to say or is it the same shit over and over. (mocking)"Look at all the toys I have. Come play with me." Yeah that's the only way he gets all he wants. If he was given a personality test he would score somewhere in the negatives.
The truth was, I hated people like Fort Knox. I hated people who had everything handed to them because it reminded me so much of my old life. My old life had faded so far away it was practically untouchableable. But ever so often things like Knox would come around and remind me. I usually brushed them off without any problem, but not this time. For some reason in my mind I felt I had to beat him to beat something inside myself. I didn't share my feelings with my friends because I knew they wouldn't understand although they would certainly try.
Right now I felt like being alone. I didn't feel like getting into drugs or too much drinking tonight. I had to gather my thoughts together. I had to take a walk.
[Trent] "Listen, I'm going for a walk. I won't be gone long so don't do all the E because I'll probably want some when I get back.
[Torrie] "Aye, aye captain.
I pulled myself off the bed and walked over to the chair where my long black coat was laying. I picked it up and slid it over my shoulders. I always wore my coat because you could never tell with the Providence weather. I put my beer down on the computer desk and finished my cigarette. I butted it out in the cigarette dish.
[Trent] "You know, go ahead and give me a pill. It may help me think."
I saw Torrie smile. She reached inside her shirt to her bra and pulled out a small brown bag. She placed one pill on her palm and handed it to me. I dry swallowed it hoping it would take effect quickly to erase the worry I had in my mind. I walked slowly out of the room, fled down the stairs and into the Providence night.
Scene Two
The night was cool as it sprinkled rain. I pulled my jacket up closer to my face and stared at the concrete for a second. I sighed and began my walk down the wet sidewalk. What to do? What to do? How to handle this match?
[Trent] "This week at Slam I am going to make my debut. I am going to make my debut against someone I can tell I already hate. He says whether you love or hate him he will always make an impact and you will always remember him. Well, maybe that's true and maybe it's not. Maybe after I destroy him I won't remember him at all and then what would his purpose be? He flashes fancy things to gain the attention of everyone around him but it's all a facade. Under that exterior there's really nothing there. No substance of any kind."
I closed my eyes for a second taking in a deep breath.
[Trent] "Knox says he's always wanted to be a wrestler. It was his dream and with all the money he has he got the best training there was to be a well rounded wrestler. That may be true. He may be a well rounded wrestler but I don't see how that is going to help him in the slightest when he is in the ring with me. See, I also have very good solid training and it may not be the best money can buy but where I trained and how I trained money didn't make a damn bit of difference. What made a difference was your passion to train well and how hard you wanted it. You see the difference between you and me Knox is that you buy what you want and I work for what I want. That's why I'm going to take you down without even blinking an eye on Slam."
I stopped walking and reached in my pocket. I pulled out the smashed package of Salem Lights and took one out. I lit it up, taking a long draw and letting it release through my lips. I looked from right to left noticing there was no one else out tonight. The E was beginning to take effect. I smiled.
[Trent] "You want to put on a show Knox? Well I hate to disappoint you but this week at Slam you won't be putting on a show. It will be me getting an easy victory over you and you looking like the ass you are. All the money in the world is not going to save your ass from what I am willing to dish out. You aren't going to come out to the ring throwing your money and jack me up or pimp smack me up because I'll be more than ready for you."
I took another drag from my cigarette and then let it hit the sidewalk. I grinned and walked back to the apartment.
Scene Three
I walked back into the apartment to find Mike passed out in the floor next to the dresser without his shirt on. I shook my head. Usual Mike. I looked over at the bed to see Torrie sporting a t-shirt and panties reading an Urban Ink magazine. She looked beautiful lying there.
[Trent] "Is he dead?"
Torrie laughed.
[Torrie] "No. He passed out about ten minutes ago. How was your walk?"
I walked into the small apartment and took off my jacket. I placed it on the computer desk chair. I started to unbutton my shirt as I made my way over to Torrie. I took a seat next to her on the bed.
[Torrie] "What's got you all tore up tonight baby?"
[Trent] "Maybe I'm mad because my first match is against someone so completely stupid. Or maybe I'm mad because he reminds me of my parents. Or maybe I'm worried because I haven't been in the ring for a while.
[Torrie] "You got it though baby. Somewhere inside you've gotta know that."
Yeah, maybe I did. Maybe I didn't. The emotions running through my body were undescribeable. The E just heightened them.
[Trent] "Yeah, you're probably right. Man, I'm feeling pretty good right now but I could use some sleep. I haven't been sleeping well lately.
[Torrie] "Well let's go to bed then."
Torrie smiled and moved over to the opposite side of the bed. I nodded and stood up. I removed my shirt my pants and under shirt until I was down to my boxers. I climbed in the bed with her, taking her into my arms and relishing on her smell and touch.
[Trent] "We just going to leave Mike passed out?
[Torrie] "Yeah might as well.
I reached over and turned off the night stand light. Blackout.
