Post by Trent Townsend on Jan 31, 2010 8:33:18 GMT -5
I know I have rps back to back but I timed them and they are 3 hours apart.
{I was half asleep, in and out, in and out. I wondered if Torrie who was laying next to me was asleep. I reached out my left hand and placed it on her hip and felt the rise and fall of her breathing. I wanted to lay like this for the rest of my life. I felt so good. The smack I had done before had begun to wear off and I plotted to do more but pushed the thought out of my head. I had to watch myself, especially with such an important match coming up. One wrong move and I could clearly fuck myself over. I felt Torrie shift a little and then sit up. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and looked over at me. I looked back at her.}
Torrie: "How long have you been awake?"
Trent: "Just a few minutes."
Torrie: "Well, we have to get up. We have to do something productive today."
{I sighed and moaned.}
Trent: "Why do we always have to do something productive? What's wrong with just hanging out and doing nothing? I mean I'm comfortable."
Torrie: "Can't sit around all day doing smack and worrying about Iggy Pop."
Trent: "What's wrong with Iggy Pop?"
Torrie: "Nothing but there is more to do out there. You know what we can do. We can go to the park and take a walk. There's a great park just a few blocks from here."
Trent: "God Torrie. Why are you always so full of energy?"
{She leaned down and kissed me on the lips.}
Torrie: "Because that's the way I am. Now get up."
{Torrie got out of the bed and went into the bathroom. I could hear her getting ready. I sighed knowing there was no way of talking her out of this. I pulled myself off the bed and got dressed. I ran my fingers through my hair a few times not caring if it was sticking up or not. My eyeliner was a bit smeared too but I didn't care. I sat back down on the edge of the bed and waited for Torrie to come out of the bathroom. When she did she pulled her hair back in a pony tail and dropped her hands to her side.}
Torrie: "You ready?"
Trent: "I guess."
{We walked out of the hotel room and down the stairs. We went to the small car we rented and piled in. Torrie piled in on the drivers side while I piled in on the passengers side. Torrie started the car up, backed it out of the parking spot and we were on our way to the park. As we rode I turned on the radio and Lil Wayne's "On Fire" was playing. I started to sing a long.}
Torrie: "So Knox went to jail."
{I laughed.}
Trent: "What? What the hell for?"
Torrie: "For drunk driving or something. He tried to pay off the cop with donuts or money or sex or whatever but it didn't work."
Trent: "I wonder if he met the man of his dreams while in there?"
Torrie: "It's always a possibility."
Trent: "I wonder if his ass got a work out? Probably not. I'm sure the men even in jail have taste and he is in no one's spank bank if you know what I mean. But if he did meet someone maybe we could all go to California and have a wedding. We could be wedding guest. Or better yet we could be in the wedding. I could be the best man. Because I am the best man and at Ten I'm going to prove that."
{Torrie pulled the car into a small parking lot. I got out of the car and put on my sunglasses and adjusted my hair once again. We made our way to the park's entrance hand in hand.}
Torrie: "He also called Sting you know."
Trent: "What? What the hell for?"
Torrie: "For that prank you pulled. He wanted to apologize."
Trent: "Oh come on Torrie, you don't actually believe that do you. How would he know Sting's number? He was just playing to get under my skin. See everything he does is a made up lie to get under my skin. He doesn't get the women, he doesn't know how to contact anyone and he doesn't know how to wrestle and as far as his past is concerned no one gives a damn about it. So how did the little fucker get out of jail?"
Torrie: "His lawyer got him out and got him out of it I guess. More of his money tricks."
Trent: "If that man didn't have money he would be nothing. He probably wipes his ass with one hundred dollar bills and thinks it's nothing. What a waste of human space."
{We continued our walk over a small bridge over a small pond with ducks in it. We stopped on the bridge and rested our arms on the banister.}
Torrie: "Listen, I know this is a huge match for you and you're going to do everything you can to win."
{I turned to Torrie not liking her sudden serious tone.}
Trent: "Well yeah, it's no secret I hate Knox with a passion and I plan to bring him down at Ten. But what is this about?"
Torrie: "Nothing."
Trent: "It has to be about something. You don't just come out and say stuff like that."
{Now I was feeling concerned. Something was up.}
Trent: "Is something wrong?"
Torrie: "No, nothing's wrong really. It's just that - Maybe we should sit down. I want to sit down."
{I allowed Torrie lead to me by the hand to the nearest bench. We sat down and she put her hands in her lap. I rested one arm over her shoulder.}
Trent: "Torrie, you can tell me anything you know that right?"
Torrie: "I know and I have to tell you. I'm pregnant."
{It took a few seconds for it to sink in. Pregnant? How in the hell did this happen? We used birth control like crazy. Okay, I had to get my mind together. I had to say something to her.}
Trent: "How did this happen?"
Torrie: "I don't know. I mean we used birth control and everything. I don't know how it happened but it was confirmed last week."
Trent: "Why didn't you tell me then?"
Torrie: "Because I didn't want to throw you off for this match. I know how important it is to you. I wanted to wait till afterwards but I couldn't hold it in anymore."
{I sighed and put my head in my hands. Torrie wrapped her arms around me.}
Torrie: "Trent, I'm sorry."
Trent: "You have nothing to be sorry about. I mean it just comes down to who is the father. Me or Mike."
Torrie: "We can worry about that later. Right now you need to worry about your match because you have to beat this son of a bitch. He's driving me crazy."
{I nodded my head.}
Trent: But Torrie ---
To Be Continued . . .
Forward:
Well he went and made a mockery of my press conference and I guess you could say I was upset about it. I mean who does this guy think he is? I guess I should be more upset than I actually am but I've become accustomed to him copying me. He's done it before. He doesn't have an orginial thought in his brain so he has to hang on my coattails. I think he has more space between his front teeth than he does his ears. I feel like I have a small child by the hand leading him through the wrestling business. Because everyone knows Knox knows nothing about the ropes.
He's lost touch with all reality. I mean big time. He thinks he is going to win. The reality is that he is going to lose. The reality is he is going to get beat down like the little bitch he is. The reality is I'm going to make him bleed like a virgin on her first time. That's the reality of this match.
He is scrapping the bottom of the barrel for things to say to me. But the more he talks the less he makes sense. I don't quite understand him but not everything is meant to be understood and I guess Knox is just one of those things.
Well he went and made a mockery of my press conference and I guess you could say I was upset about it. I mean who does this guy think he is? I guess I should be more upset than I actually am but I've become accustomed to him copying me. He's done it before. He doesn't have an orginial thought in his brain so he has to hang on my coattails. I think he has more space between his front teeth than he does his ears. I feel like I have a small child by the hand leading him through the wrestling business. Because everyone knows Knox knows nothing about the ropes.
He's lost touch with all reality. I mean big time. He thinks he is going to win. The reality is that he is going to lose. The reality is he is going to get beat down like the little bitch he is. The reality is I'm going to make him bleed like a virgin on her first time. That's the reality of this match.
He is scrapping the bottom of the barrel for things to say to me. But the more he talks the less he makes sense. I don't quite understand him but not everything is meant to be understood and I guess Knox is just one of those things.
{I was half asleep, in and out, in and out. I wondered if Torrie who was laying next to me was asleep. I reached out my left hand and placed it on her hip and felt the rise and fall of her breathing. I wanted to lay like this for the rest of my life. I felt so good. The smack I had done before had begun to wear off and I plotted to do more but pushed the thought out of my head. I had to watch myself, especially with such an important match coming up. One wrong move and I could clearly fuck myself over. I felt Torrie shift a little and then sit up. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and looked over at me. I looked back at her.}
Torrie: "How long have you been awake?"
Trent: "Just a few minutes."
Torrie: "Well, we have to get up. We have to do something productive today."
{I sighed and moaned.}
Trent: "Why do we always have to do something productive? What's wrong with just hanging out and doing nothing? I mean I'm comfortable."
Torrie: "Can't sit around all day doing smack and worrying about Iggy Pop."
Trent: "What's wrong with Iggy Pop?"
Torrie: "Nothing but there is more to do out there. You know what we can do. We can go to the park and take a walk. There's a great park just a few blocks from here."
Trent: "God Torrie. Why are you always so full of energy?"
{She leaned down and kissed me on the lips.}
Torrie: "Because that's the way I am. Now get up."
{Torrie got out of the bed and went into the bathroom. I could hear her getting ready. I sighed knowing there was no way of talking her out of this. I pulled myself off the bed and got dressed. I ran my fingers through my hair a few times not caring if it was sticking up or not. My eyeliner was a bit smeared too but I didn't care. I sat back down on the edge of the bed and waited for Torrie to come out of the bathroom. When she did she pulled her hair back in a pony tail and dropped her hands to her side.}
Torrie: "You ready?"
Trent: "I guess."
{We walked out of the hotel room and down the stairs. We went to the small car we rented and piled in. Torrie piled in on the drivers side while I piled in on the passengers side. Torrie started the car up, backed it out of the parking spot and we were on our way to the park. As we rode I turned on the radio and Lil Wayne's "On Fire" was playing. I started to sing a long.}
Torrie: "So Knox went to jail."
{I laughed.}
Trent: "What? What the hell for?"
Torrie: "For drunk driving or something. He tried to pay off the cop with donuts or money or sex or whatever but it didn't work."
Trent: "I wonder if he met the man of his dreams while in there?"
Torrie: "It's always a possibility."
Trent: "I wonder if his ass got a work out? Probably not. I'm sure the men even in jail have taste and he is in no one's spank bank if you know what I mean. But if he did meet someone maybe we could all go to California and have a wedding. We could be wedding guest. Or better yet we could be in the wedding. I could be the best man. Because I am the best man and at Ten I'm going to prove that."
{Torrie pulled the car into a small parking lot. I got out of the car and put on my sunglasses and adjusted my hair once again. We made our way to the park's entrance hand in hand.}
Torrie: "He also called Sting you know."
Trent: "What? What the hell for?"
Torrie: "For that prank you pulled. He wanted to apologize."
Trent: "Oh come on Torrie, you don't actually believe that do you. How would he know Sting's number? He was just playing to get under my skin. See everything he does is a made up lie to get under my skin. He doesn't get the women, he doesn't know how to contact anyone and he doesn't know how to wrestle and as far as his past is concerned no one gives a damn about it. So how did the little fucker get out of jail?"
Torrie: "His lawyer got him out and got him out of it I guess. More of his money tricks."
Trent: "If that man didn't have money he would be nothing. He probably wipes his ass with one hundred dollar bills and thinks it's nothing. What a waste of human space."
{We continued our walk over a small bridge over a small pond with ducks in it. We stopped on the bridge and rested our arms on the banister.}
Torrie: "Listen, I know this is a huge match for you and you're going to do everything you can to win."
{I turned to Torrie not liking her sudden serious tone.}
Trent: "Well yeah, it's no secret I hate Knox with a passion and I plan to bring him down at Ten. But what is this about?"
Torrie: "Nothing."
Trent: "It has to be about something. You don't just come out and say stuff like that."
{Now I was feeling concerned. Something was up.}
Trent: "Is something wrong?"
Torrie: "No, nothing's wrong really. It's just that - Maybe we should sit down. I want to sit down."
{I allowed Torrie lead to me by the hand to the nearest bench. We sat down and she put her hands in her lap. I rested one arm over her shoulder.}
Trent: "Torrie, you can tell me anything you know that right?"
Torrie: "I know and I have to tell you. I'm pregnant."
{It took a few seconds for it to sink in. Pregnant? How in the hell did this happen? We used birth control like crazy. Okay, I had to get my mind together. I had to say something to her.}
Trent: "How did this happen?"
Torrie: "I don't know. I mean we used birth control and everything. I don't know how it happened but it was confirmed last week."
Trent: "Why didn't you tell me then?"
Torrie: "Because I didn't want to throw you off for this match. I know how important it is to you. I wanted to wait till afterwards but I couldn't hold it in anymore."
{I sighed and put my head in my hands. Torrie wrapped her arms around me.}
Torrie: "Trent, I'm sorry."
Trent: "You have nothing to be sorry about. I mean it just comes down to who is the father. Me or Mike."
Torrie: "We can worry about that later. Right now you need to worry about your match because you have to beat this son of a bitch. He's driving me crazy."
{I nodded my head.}
Trent: But Torrie ---
To Be Continued . . .