Post by Trent Townsend on Jan 23, 2010 12:58:17 GMT -5
Winning is really all in one's head. If you think and believe you're going to win then you probably will. The fact is did I really believe I was going to win this match with Creeping Death? I had as good as shot as any I suppose but there was that certain amount of doubt in my mind. I had shown Fort Knox who was boss. I had put that money wasting whore in his place and now I was boosted up the ladder. Was I ready? Was I prepared? I had to be. There was no choice about it.
They say the eyes hold the truth. The truth is that I was a better wrestler than Creeping Death. I had more skill. I may not have the experience he did but I had the skill to beat him for the one, two, three on the mat. Now I just had to put that thought into my thick head.
It was morning, early morning, around 4 am and I found myself up and moving around the apartment. Everyone else was asleep and I had no intentions of waking them. The nightmares were starting to come back. I had to be careful about how I let them affect me. I had to push the images of the nightmares out of my mind beccause I had a huge match coming up. I smiled in spite of myself. Creeping Death, someone who has been around the block once or twice or perhaps even a hundred times. He wasn't like Knox. He was different.
I sat down on the sofa and started to roll myself a joint. I licked the end of it and lit it up. I took a few short breaths in, held it in and then released them. It was then I heard Torrie come into the living room with me. She was dressed in pajama pants and a tank top. She looked me over and shook her head.
Torrie: "Let me guess, another fucking nightmare?"
Trent: "Yeah I guess you could say something like that. I'm also pumping myself up for my match."
She laughed and joined me on the sofa.
Torrie: "You're pumping yourself up by smoking a joint. Shouldn't you be at the gym for that?"
She took the joint out of my hands and took a long draw.
Trent: "Well that's what everybody else does and since I'm not like everyone else. You know what I need to do?"
Torrie shrugs.
Torrie: "No, I don't know."
Trent: "I need to repaint my finger nails. They are starting to chip.
Torrie: "I know what you're doing. You are so worried about this match you are finding everything in the world to do other than concentrate on it. I know you too well Trent Townsend. You got a big win over Knox but now you've been set up for an even bigger win. Why are you avoiding it?"
Treent: "Because of things...stuff....stuff in my mind that gets in the way. I mean what does this guy have to prove anyway? Nothing. He's done done it all."
She takes another drag off the joint and hands it to me.
Torrie: "Well, you can do it all too."
Trent: "I don't know. Maybe. I like the fact he has been around for a while because at least it shows I'm getting the uppers attention. And he could be a challenge and I'm always up for a challenge.
Torrie smiles and rubs my shoulder. She takes the joint one last time and takes a draw off of it. She lets it out slowly and then gets up to head back to the bedroom.
Torrie: "Come back to bed Trent. Come back and make love to me."
Trent: "No now Torrie. I'm too tired and not in the mood."
Torrie: "Fine."
She shuts the bedroom door behind her and I am once again left all along with my thoughts and this blasted joint.
Trent: "So you do know your wrestling history and one day you're going to be apart of it if you aren't already. How does it feel that one day you'll be looked upon as a good wrestler or in my sense, a has been. Let's face it. You and I both know that you are a has been. No one wants you around here anymore. No one needs you here anymore.
I got up, putting the joint in the ashtray and made my way to the balcony window. I leaned against the framing and over looked the city.
Trent: "You sure do talk a lot about how fucking stupid everyone is but have you actually stopped and thought that maybe you're the one that's fucking stupid? Fucking stupid for sticking around so long. Fucking stupid for stepping in the ring with me? Well if you don't know by now I will be more than willing to show you. Come Slam, you're mine. There's no ifs ands or buts about it. I'm going to leave my mark and I'm starting with you.
I take a deep breath and return to my seat on the sofa. I take another hit of the joint and relax. Blackout.
They say the eyes hold the truth. The truth is that I was a better wrestler than Creeping Death. I had more skill. I may not have the experience he did but I had the skill to beat him for the one, two, three on the mat. Now I just had to put that thought into my thick head.
It was morning, early morning, around 4 am and I found myself up and moving around the apartment. Everyone else was asleep and I had no intentions of waking them. The nightmares were starting to come back. I had to be careful about how I let them affect me. I had to push the images of the nightmares out of my mind beccause I had a huge match coming up. I smiled in spite of myself. Creeping Death, someone who has been around the block once or twice or perhaps even a hundred times. He wasn't like Knox. He was different.
I sat down on the sofa and started to roll myself a joint. I licked the end of it and lit it up. I took a few short breaths in, held it in and then released them. It was then I heard Torrie come into the living room with me. She was dressed in pajama pants and a tank top. She looked me over and shook her head.
Torrie: "Let me guess, another fucking nightmare?"
Trent: "Yeah I guess you could say something like that. I'm also pumping myself up for my match."
She laughed and joined me on the sofa.
Torrie: "You're pumping yourself up by smoking a joint. Shouldn't you be at the gym for that?"
She took the joint out of my hands and took a long draw.
Trent: "Well that's what everybody else does and since I'm not like everyone else. You know what I need to do?"
Torrie shrugs.
Torrie: "No, I don't know."
Trent: "I need to repaint my finger nails. They are starting to chip.
Torrie: "I know what you're doing. You are so worried about this match you are finding everything in the world to do other than concentrate on it. I know you too well Trent Townsend. You got a big win over Knox but now you've been set up for an even bigger win. Why are you avoiding it?"
Treent: "Because of things...stuff....stuff in my mind that gets in the way. I mean what does this guy have to prove anyway? Nothing. He's done done it all."
She takes another drag off the joint and hands it to me.
Torrie: "Well, you can do it all too."
Trent: "I don't know. Maybe. I like the fact he has been around for a while because at least it shows I'm getting the uppers attention. And he could be a challenge and I'm always up for a challenge.
Torrie smiles and rubs my shoulder. She takes the joint one last time and takes a draw off of it. She lets it out slowly and then gets up to head back to the bedroom.
Torrie: "Come back to bed Trent. Come back and make love to me."
Trent: "No now Torrie. I'm too tired and not in the mood."
Torrie: "Fine."
She shuts the bedroom door behind her and I am once again left all along with my thoughts and this blasted joint.
Trent: "So you do know your wrestling history and one day you're going to be apart of it if you aren't already. How does it feel that one day you'll be looked upon as a good wrestler or in my sense, a has been. Let's face it. You and I both know that you are a has been. No one wants you around here anymore. No one needs you here anymore.
I got up, putting the joint in the ashtray and made my way to the balcony window. I leaned against the framing and over looked the city.
Trent: "You sure do talk a lot about how fucking stupid everyone is but have you actually stopped and thought that maybe you're the one that's fucking stupid? Fucking stupid for sticking around so long. Fucking stupid for stepping in the ring with me? Well if you don't know by now I will be more than willing to show you. Come Slam, you're mine. There's no ifs ands or buts about it. I'm going to leave my mark and I'm starting with you.
I take a deep breath and return to my seat on the sofa. I take another hit of the joint and relax. Blackout.
