Post by Trent Townsend on Jan 29, 2010 13:27:37 GMT -5
Forward:
You know there is a lot of trash in the world today. There are murderers and rapist and just a lot of trash. But I think Knox is probably the biggest piece of trash I have ever met. He threatens my friends, breaks into my locker room and if that isn't enough the coward attacks me from behind. Let's face it, he's trashy. But no matter. At Ten I'm going to have a good time taking out the trash.
Knox doesn't have the wrestling skills I do. I have more wrestling skills in my little finger than he does in his whole body. He just isn't going to win this match, no doubt about it. I'm going to make him pay for everything he's done and when I'm done with him I will be done for good.
I'm excited about this match. I'm pumped. Because I know what the final outcome is going to be. Knox you may as well face it, you don't stand a chance in hell and hell my friend is exactly where I am going to put your lame ass.
You know there is a lot of trash in the world today. There are murderers and rapist and just a lot of trash. But I think Knox is probably the biggest piece of trash I have ever met. He threatens my friends, breaks into my locker room and if that isn't enough the coward attacks me from behind. Let's face it, he's trashy. But no matter. At Ten I'm going to have a good time taking out the trash.
Knox doesn't have the wrestling skills I do. I have more wrestling skills in my little finger than he does in his whole body. He just isn't going to win this match, no doubt about it. I'm going to make him pay for everything he's done and when I'm done with him I will be done for good.
I'm excited about this match. I'm pumped. Because I know what the final outcome is going to be. Knox you may as well face it, you don't stand a chance in hell and hell my friend is exactly where I am going to put your lame ass.
{The scene opens inside the Bucking Bronco gay night club. The camera pans the outside of the club with all the gay men and women trying to get inside. The music can be heard pumping and thumping from the outside. The camera makes it's way through the oddly dressed crowd and inside to the club. It passes through the full dance floor where everyyone is getting their funk on, grinding and pushing against one another. Finally, the camera finds it's subject Trent Townsend seated at a booth with Torrie at one side and a younger looking man seated to his other side. He has both his arms around Torrie and the younger man. Drinks are sweating in front of them. Trent yawns and then turns his attention toward the younger man.}
Trent: "So I never caught your name."
Younger Man: "Maybe because I never threw it big boy."
Trent: "Well are you going to through it now?"
Younger Man: "Yeah, I'll through it now. It's Jeff. You know I've been checking you out all night."
{Trent gets a grin on his face.}
Trent: "Oh yeah? Why me?"
Jeff: "Because I like muscles. If you like my treat then your damned right I'll be your trick."
Trent: "Well that sounds like a offer I can't turn down."
{Jeff smiles and pulls Trent toward him. They kiss. Their tounges rushing into each others mouths. Torrie looks over and rolls her eyes. She slids out of the booth without Trent noticing. The two continue to make out for a few minutes before they part.}
[color=ff0033Jeff: "It looks like your friend left."[/color]
{Trent turns his attention to the empty seat where Torrie was at.}
Trent: "She must be on the prowl somewhere. She'll come back. She always comes back. Let's talk more about you."
Jeff: "I've got a better idea. I fucking love this song. Let's dance."
{Geoffrey Paris's Bring Down The Club starts to pound the PA system as the two slid out of the booth and get onto the dance floor. They start dancing far away from each other and then slowly start to get closer to each other. They brush each other's stomachs and chest before Trent puts his arm around Jeff's waist and pulls him to his chest. The two grind each other, touching chest, stomachs, thighs and crotches. They dance for thirty minutes until it is clear they are both exhausted and need to sit down.}
Jeff: "I need to get a drink."
{The two exit the dance floor and go back to the booth they were seated out. They both take long drinks of their now watered down drinks and then turn to each other.}
Jeff: "So are you going to sleep with me tonight?"
Trent: "I will fuck you like an animal, bitch."
Jeff: "Hmm, that sounds really good baby. So let's talk about you. What do you do?"
{Trent paused like he didn't want to bring up his work tonight. He wanted to have a good time and forget about his upcoming match.}
Trent: "I'm a professional wrestler."
Jeff: "Well that sounds interesting. Don't you ever get hurt?"
Trent: "Sometimes. Sometimes it gets personal but otherwise it's a good job."
Jeff: "Get's personal how?"
Trent: "Well there's this whole thing about Knox and you know what? Let's not even talk about that."
Jeff: "Okay baby, we'll talk about anything you want to."
{But it was too late. Trent's mind was already on Knox and his latest interview. He was already pissed and he everything around him suddenly became dull, even the boy seated beside him.}
Trent: "You know what. You go ahead and order what you want on my tab and I'll be right back."
{Jeff looks a little surprised.}
Jeff: "What you got something waiting for you in the parking lot?"
Trent: "No, I've got you waiting here. And tonight we are going to have a good time. I'll be right back. I just need some air."
Jeff: "Well don't be gone too long or else I may not be here anymore."
Trent: "Don't worry baby, I won't be gone too long. And when I get back I'm going to fuck you good and proper."
{Trent kisses the side of Jeff's face and then makes his way through the dance floor. He makes his way toward the door and walks out into the night. He walks passed the crowed trying to get in and then walks around the corner. He takes a few deep breathes before he screams and punches the wall. He pulls back his hand, it's red but there is no blood and nothing is broken. It is obvious he is very upset.}
Trent: "You know Knox I know why you thought the metaphor I used was stupid it is because you didn't get it. You see, you're that stupid. You can't see what so many can plainly see. I am the light house of the WCF and you're nothing but a poor little broken down ship out in the water hoping to make it to shore. But you won't because you are too broken down and too useless. You are useless. And you may be right. I'm a new star here in the WCF and some people may not come to be for guidance but you see all that is going to change in the weeks and months ahead. As I rise up the ladder and you continue to fall down the ladder. You tell me that I'm nothing. Take a long hard look in the mirror and realize that you are the one who's nothing."
{Trent paces a few paces trying to calm down and catch his breath.}
Trent: "You never quit? Dude, you always quit. Just face the facts. And why are you worrying about what you've done in the past? Hello, we are here in 2010 in the WCF and no one gives a rats ass what you did in the past. No one cares what titles you have held in the past because you won't be holding any gold here. I'll make sure of it because you won't be able to recover from our match at Ten. You think you are the dynamite that is going to blow up the light house? You're very wrong my friend. See you small explosion didn't really impress me very much at all. You can blow up the light house all you want but it isn't going to stop me from blowing up on you at Ten and leaving you a bloody mess on the floor. I do turn my back on you because you're nothing. You are no longer a threat to me. I have ever confidence in the world to beat you and come Ten that's exactly what I'm going to do is beat the living hell out of you, bitch."
{Trent throws himself up against the wall, putting his hands in his pockets and blowing out a hard breath.}
Trent: "And you did threaten to rape Torrie because you know Torrie would never be interested in a man like you. Just look at you man, you are nothing compared to me. You called her a slut and she is far from a slut. She's a lady and you wouldn't know how to treat a lady if you had the instruction manual in front of you. Oh yeah I forgot, your dumb ass probably can't even read you no class son of a bitch. I'm so sick and tired of your little punk ass running around thinking you're the shit and I am going to take pride in putting an end to all of it at Ten. Because when I beat you for the one, two, three at Ten, there will be no rematch. You WON'T be facing me in the ring again because this shit will be over.
"And I don't bring my friends into my wrestling career. It's hard to ignore people you live with you know. Or are you too stupid to realize that too? And I never said you did rape Torrie, I said you threatened too so get your words straight before I have to knock your dirty, brown teeth down your throat. My friends are my support group and of course I'm going to involve them in what I do. You may have friends but they are too ashamed to hang out with you like my friends do. That's the difference between you and me Knox, I am liked and you are not. No one likes you and no one wants you around."
{Trent pauses and sighs.}
Trent: "So you want to come into my world and see what the gay culture is all about. Well welcome aboard my friend you may find something you like. And let's get one thing straight, just like Torrie would never do a guy like you, neither would I. You just aren't my type. I like my men to have brain power and that is something you lack. You are practically an idiot walking around on two chicken legs. I know you went to that club to mock me but believe me it didn't work. You can't mock someone who really isn't paying much attention to you. And I don't have AIDS or any other sexually transmitted disease for your information. I'm as clean as can be, which is probably more than I can say for you sleeping around with all those dirty whores you do. At least I'm not out picking up two or three whores at a time and doing them. You my friend are probably the one with AIDS and just let me say how stupid that insult was. You want to accuse a bisexual man of having AIDS. Oh that's just so original."
"And I want you to blow your load on my face? Come on. You're like an unloaded gun. You cocked and ready but you are just shooting blanks my friend. You've got nothing on me. I can get as many gay men as I damn well please and I can get as many women as I damn well please as well. You see it's better when you straddle the fence instead of being just on one side, but I doubt you would get that metaphor either. At Ten your ass is mine and not in the sense you are thinking so get your God damned head out of the gutter. There's no ifs ands or buts and yes get your head out of the gutter again please because you will be defeated and that's a damned promise."
{Trent pulls himself off the wall and begins to make his way back into the club. He pushes by all the people waiting to get in and shows the guy at the door his arm band. The guy lets him in and he walks to the bar. He orders a rum and coke and heads back to the booth where he left young Jeff sitting. He finds that Jeff is gone and so is Torrie. He sighs knowing he lost a good fuck tonight and now he had to find his girlfriend. He takes a drink of his drink, sets it down on the table and starts working his way through the dance floor looking for Torrie. He finally finds her leaning up against the bar stroking her hands through another woman's hair. He walks up behind her and puts a hand to her lower back.}
Trent: "Having a good time?"
Torrie: "Yeah, a great time. This is Dawn. She is coming home with us tonight."
Dawn: "Hello Trent. I've heard a lot about you."[//color]
Torrie: "We're ready to go if you are. What happened to that guy you were talking to?"
Trent: "I guess you could say I lost him. Let me get the tab and I'll be right out."
{The two girls nod and walk out of the club hand in hand. Trent goes over to the bartender to get his tab. The bartender hands him his bill, which is rather high because he allowed Jeff to drink on his tab. Trent rolls his eyes at his stupid mistake, but signs the ticket and leaves a generous tip. He puts his credit card back into his wallet and then walks out of the bar to join the girls. The camera blacks out.}