Trent looked up to the ceiling in his hotel room, his ears still buzzing after all that noise at the Garden. Turning his head to the left he looked at the alarm clock which read 2:00 AM. He let out a loud sigh... Every muscle in his body hurt, but Trent was happy about his showing in the rumble. His eyes closed slightly but the vibration on his cellphone prevented him from falling asleep. Trent checked the screen of his cellphone, unknown number. Technically not unknown but a number that Trent knew and deleted.
Reaching out for his cell in the darkness resulted in his arm pushing a glass of water off the table and onto the floor, he was so tired he ignored it.Trent Barreta: Hello?
Laura: Hey Greg.
A female voice he would've recognized if he were on his 5 senses.
Trent Barreta: Who's this?
Laura: Laura.
Trent was too tired to feel surprised. He wasn't expecting her call, though. He also was to tired to think Laura was gutted to see he had deleted her number.
Trent Barreta: Oh, hey. How are you?
Laura: Good. Good. I saw you on TV. You were really good.
Trent Barreta: Thanks, I thought you didn't like Pro Wrestling.
Laura: I don't... My bro and my father were watching and began picking on me, you know
they refer to you as 'The Wrestler'.
Trent chuckled.
Laura: When I saw you I wanted to see how you did, sorry you didn't win.
Trent Barreta: There'd be future matches for me to win, I'm sure. The boys in the suit are more into slowly building people up and see which way it suits them better. For example, I was on a team last year, but they decided I would be better off alone... And things have been looking pretty bright so far. I'm only 24 years old, I have no rush.
Laura: Are you mad at me?
She loved to change the subject of their conversations.
Trent Barreta: No. Why do you ask?
Laura: Because I think you are mad at me.
Trent rolled on his side on the bed.
Trent Barreta: do we need to do this at 2:00 AM? Did you call to ask me that?
Laura: No, I wanted to talk to you. See how you were doing...
Trent Barreta: Like last time?
Laura: No, not like last time.
Trent didn't know what to say. He didn't have to.
Laura: Maybe it is just me, trying to figure out if there's still a chance.
If he didn't know what to say before, imagine now.
Laura: I love you.
Not even when Mr. Kennedy tossed him over the top rope had he felt more out of breath than now.
Trent Barreta: We shouldn't be talking about this, you know.
Laura: I know, its just that I've been thinking about you a lot.
Trent Barreta: You have a freaking boyfriend.
Laura: I know that too, but being with him has shown me there are things about you I can't get over... Anyway, I think it is going to be over soon.
Trent Barreta: ...
Laura: Paula saw him on the way out of the Subway station, with another girl.
Trent Barreta: ...
Laura: I was so mad. Then he called... He explained me what was going on, he convinced me... I don't know.
I might hold on to him until my Birthday, I hate being alone that day, plus! He owes me a bunch of presents... One for every teardrop. I want him to pay.
Trent Barreta: I don't want to talk about this.
Laura: Ok...
Trent turned his phone off and tossed it to the other side of the bed. How could a woman be so selfish and childish?
Sunday, January 19th 2012. Deer Park Sportatorium, Long Island, New York. NYWC Psycho Circus event.
Ahhh... Deer Park, the small place where it all started. The Sportatorium was the first arena to break out in chants with his name... New York Wrestling Connection, the first ever promotion to throw a Bone at him had it's annual Psycho Circus event... It had some mystical aura for Trent despite being a small and unknown venue, it was part of his roots... It was the place where he captured his first and only World Championship. Having just paid his 20$ ticket he proceeded to the entrance when "Cult of Personality" went off on his cellphone (Yes, he's a Punk mark.) and he quickly gazed at the screen, he gained the habit after the calls he got from Laura.
He felt kind of relieved when he read "Shane McMahon" swiping his finger along the tactile screen to answer.
Trent Barreta: Ahoy.
Shane McMahon: Greg? How are you?
Trent Barreta: I'm good Shane! Thanks for asking.
McMahon calls always mean one thing: Business. He wasn't mistaken.
Shane McMahon: Greg, I'm calling to tell you about your next match.
Trent Barreta: I'm all ears.
Shane McMahon: I know you haven't had a match in a while, you took a nasty bump on your way out of the rumble.
Trent Barreta: Yeah, Dr. Clemente did a check up and everything is in place.
Shane McMahon: I know. Greg, I want you to understand that with us having less on Air time a week, your chances of showing up on TV have been limited this month.
Do tell!
Shane McMahon: Total Recall isn't a wrestling show, per se. And I thank you for the work you've been doing pulling promos for the show and the site, but we all want to get in the squared circle from time to time. So I'm calling you to tell you about your match, at Fallout.
Elimination Chamber for the world title?
Shane McMahon: You'll be opening the show...
I guess not.
Shane McMahon: On an eight man battle royale for the number one contendership for the Breakout title.
It made sense, Trent was hot and new, breakout was meant to be given to hot and new prospects. Hawkins held the title, which meant there could be something to work with, too. It wasn't a world title shot, but he'd get there. Eventually.
Trent Barreta: Alright, who am I facing?
Shane McMahon: We've all enjoyed how this whole Curt Hawkins and Trent Barreta thing has developed, you know. That's why we are bringing in Zack Ryder into the mix. We want to see how three old friends battle it out. It would be nice to see Trent Barreta interacting with either or both of his friends, either at Total Recall or the night of the event. Bear in mind that it is the Breakout title, so a lot of up and coming talent will be booked.
Nick Nemeth, Justin Credible, Bobby Roode, Rob Van Dam maybe... Nice!
Trent Barreta: Gotcha.
Shane McMahon: You'll get all the details once we sort them out. Be ready.
Trent Barreta: Alright man, thanks.
Trent placed his phone in his back pocket and smiled. Baby steps were the best way to see his EBWF grow steadily... A decent rumble showing, followed by a number one contendorship match, who would've thought he'd be doing more Pay Per Views than house shows in the long run? Trent found himself before the entrance and showed his ticket. He could've gotten in for free considering he worked for them a fair long time, but he wanted to pay his ticket.
He wasn't going to pass out on the chance of meeting with his old buddies, so he took a detour towards the locker rooms. Soon a big hand landed on his right shoulder.
Security: Excuse me sir but this area is Staff only.
He turned around and smiled at the man.
Trent Barreta: Sorry.
Security: Plazma! What a surprise!
The security man smiled.
Security: Are you leaving the big leagues and coming back? Did you screw up? I told you ranting about videogames got old real quick.
Trent chuckled.
Trent Barreta: Nah man, I just came to check up on all of you, I'll be on the stands watching the event.
Security: I'm sure John will be thrilled to see you.
John Watson, alas Mike Whipwreck, ECW Legend and the person who trained him.
Trent Barreta: I heard he's competing tonight.
Security: Yeah, tag team title match.
Trent Barreta: Where can I find him?
Security: Right this way.
The tall man led the way, Trent followed down a hall, he opened a door and found him sitting there, Mikey Whipwreck. Security man left, and Trent leaned against the open doorway.
Trent Barreta: Don't tell me you forgot how to lace the boots up, old man.
Mikey turned around and his serious facial expression turned into a smile. He stood up and embraced his trainee in a hug, patting his back.
Mikey Whipwreck: I'm really liking the treatment Ikeda is giving you. I've never met the man but we have one thing in common... We both think Vince is wrong and overrated.
Trent Barreta: You know, he actually seems like a down to earth man, with simple tastes. I'm saying he has a shitload of cars, a shitload of money and a shitload of cool guitars. What else could a man ask for?
Mikey Whipwreck: Sounds like a dream. So, you're here to check on the Circus?
Trent Barreta: I had the week off from TV, so I decided to come to check on the Psycho Circus. It kinda brings memories.
Mikey Whipwreck: Of course. Plazma capturing the NYWC World Title and having to vacate it afterwards because he had struck a deal with WWE.
Trent Barreta: Yeah, it all went downhill from there.
Mikey Whipwreck: That depends on how you look at things. I like to see that going to WWE opened your eyes and showed you their conception of the business. I hope time and your signing with EBWF had shown you that.
Trent Barreta: I haven't thought about it that way.
Mikey Whipwreck: That's because your brain is fried from so many videogames.
Trent Barreta: Not even my mom gives me lectures on videogaming addition.
Mikey Whipwreck: The first step is accepting it.
Trent Barreta: I don't have an addiction!
Both men laughed.
Mikey Whipwreck: So, what's next for Trent Barreta?
Trent Barreta: What are you, Pro Wrestling Insider?
Mikey Whipwreck: I'm the man who trained you and got you a deal with WWE.
Trent Barreta: Touché. I had a business call a while ago... Number one contendership for the breakout title against 6 other men.
Mikey Whipwreck: It's gonna be Nam all over in that ring! Any familiar faces in the match?
Trent Barreta: One too many apparently, Matt is going to be in the match... And if either of us win we'll face Brian.
Mikey Whipwreck: Well, I'm glad my trainees are doing well! I might open up a training school!
Trent Barreta: Oh! Stop kissing your ass.
Mikey laughed.
Mikey Whipwreck: Seriously, it means a lot to me to know you guys are doing well. Another reason to watch the event, Phallus is it?
Trent couldn't contain his laughter.
Trent Barreta: Fallout. It'd be a night opener so make sure you tune in early.
Mikey Whipwreck: That I'll do. Tell Ikeda I have a good bunch of sprouts that would love a shot.
Trent Barreta: I will, although I haven't spoken business with the man. Hell, he doesn't even follow me on twitter.
Mikey Whipwreck: Send my regards to Matt and Brian, too.
Trent Barreta: I will.
Both men hugged and Mikey ran his hand along his trainees hair, ruffling it up a bit, something he usually did.
Mikey Whipwreck: Oh, and as soon as you can... Please do the dudebuster from the top rope.
Trent chuckled.
Trent Barreta: I swear ECW is a disease where the more danger, the more broken bones, the better! I have to conclude if it's sexually transmitted or just plain psychiatric.
Mikey Whipwreck: Don't go there.
Trent chuckled and left for the auditorium, where the event was about to begin. He competed for over 5 years
there and yet he had never sat down in the bench as one more of the millions and millions (actually they were lucky if they ever reached the thousand mark) of New York Wrestling Connection fans. It felt kind of different to be at the Sportatorium without any wrestling gear, just as one more spectator in the show, that wouldn't last long.
Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen welcome to the 2012 Psycho Circus!
Trent sat back and smiled, when the guy next to him poked him.
NYWC Fan: Dude! Aren't you Plazma?
Now that's a name he hasn't been walled in a while, if we don't count the security man backstage. Trent nodded and the guy went wild.
NYWC Fan: Oh my God! Plazma! Plazma is in here!!!!!!
Trent chuckled some, being used to being called Trent Barreta now a days.
NYWC Fan: dude! Can I take a picture with you? Plazma!
The people around the seatings where Trent sat erupted in a Plazma chant, some of them even called him Trent Barreta. Picture here, Picture there, sign some replica belt, sign some programmes, another picture here, another picture there. Trent chuckled at the thought of never being this assaulted by EBWF fans, let alone being invited to the fan access and events. Soon the people settled down and Psycho Circus was on. Throughout the show, Trent felt joyful to watch the old friends he made through the past years putting together a very decent show for just 20 dollars. It all came back to his mind, the road trips throughout the state, and joking with his friends as they drove past Madison Square garden...
"One day I'm going to compete there, in the garden!"
"Not before I do! Woo Woo Woo! You know it"
"Dude if that's going to be your catchphrase you'll be on TV for like a week, at most"
Trent smiled, he couldn't help it but realize so much was going on in so little time. He was riding a rocket ship to stardom, scared of running out of gas halfway down the road. Trent saw the ring he missed and the friends he left behind... His smile widened at the thought two of his NYWC friends were on this adventure with him. The place it cost him so much to leave without shedding a tear was now a happy and fond memory where he had written a small patch of history. The sound of a ring bell made him snap out from his thinking, his eyes fixed on the canvas.
Announcer: And the winners of the match and STILL the NYWC Tag Team champions... Rex Lawless and Mikey Whipwreck!
Trent stood up and clapped, only to find his mentor on the turnbuckle, staring up back at him and smiling.
Sunday, February 26th 2012. AllState Arena, Chicago Illinois. EBWF Fallout.
Full house in the AllState Arena home to the EBWF Superstar and #1 contender for the World Title CM Punk, whose 3D pixelated version appeared in a LCD screen. Button mashing and grunting was heard, the camera zoomed out from the screen and over the player's shoulder, who was wearing a shirt which read "8 bits are enough to kick your ass". The 3D version of Punk hopped a 3D version of The Miz and set him up for the GTS! Knee to the face! Pin 1...2...3! "Cult of Personality" hit over the PA and the Player threw his arms up in the air, which had bandages covered around them with smiling faces instead of Xs... The crowd cheered for Trent.
Trent Barreta: Here's your winner and the NEW EBWF World Champion! C...M... PUNK!
The crowd roared for their hometown hero or his 3D rendered version as he posed with the most coveted prize of the EBWF. Trenty jumped on his couch and smiled. He slowly unwrapped the bandages from his hands. As he stood on top of the couch, Todd Grisham opened the door of his locker room.
Todd Grisham: Uhh... What are you doing?
Trent Barreta: What does it look like I'm doing?
Todd Grisham: You're standing on top of a couch...
Would Trent take the time to explain he wasn't standing on top of a couch but a turnbuckle pretending to be CM Punk winning the championship?
Trent Barreta: You'd never understand. Then again you never understand a word I say... Fun thing is you look like a big time nerd. Funny thing, when I first saw you I said to myself: Myself, that geeky guy is the man to interview me... But I guess you're not here to watch me play, are you?
Trent jumped off the couch and stood next to Todd, who looked at Trent.
Todd Grisham: You're up next along with 6 other superstars in a Battle Royale to become the EBWF Breakout championship #1 contender. The fans want your thoughts.
Trent Barreta: You can't have them, but I'm willing to share if you want. But first I find it important and transcendent to give you a history lesson of the Breakout Title... The guys in the master console, could I get a blurred effect for a flashback I'm about to make you participate in?
The screen blurred to black to display...
Sunday, February 26th 2012. AllState Arena, Chicago Illinois. EBWF Fallout.
Full house in the AllState Arena home to the EBWF Superstar and #1 contender for the World Title CM Punk, whose 3D pixelated version appeared in a LCD screen. Button mashing and grunting was heard, the camera zoomed out from the screen and over the player's shoulder, who was wearing a shirt which read "8 bits are enough to kick your ass". The 3D version of Punk hopped a 3D version of The Miz and set him up for the GTS! Knee to the face! Pin 1...2...3! "Cult of Personality" hit over the PA and the Player threw his arms up in the air, which had bandages covered around them with smiling faces instead of Xs... The crowd cheered for Trent.
Trent Barreta: Here's your winner and the NEW EBWF World Champion! C...M... PUNK!
The crowd roared for their hometown hero or his 3D rendered version as he posed with the most coveted prize of the EBWF. Trenty jumped on his couch and smiled. He slowly unwrapped the bandages from his hands. As he stood on top of the couch, Todd Grisham opened the door of his locker room.
Todd Grisham: Uhh... What are you doing?
Trent Barreta: What does it look like I'm doing?
Todd Grisham: You're standing on top of a couch...
Would Trent take the time to explain he wasn't standing on top of a couch but a turnbuckle pretending to be CM Punk winning the championship?
Trent Barreta: You'd never understand. Then again you never understand a word I say... Fun thing is you look like a big time nerd. Funny thing, when I first saw you I said to myself: Myself, that geeky guy is the man to interview me... But I guess you're not here to watch me play, are you?
Trent jumped off the couch and stood next to Todd, who looked at Trent.
Todd Grisham: You're up next along with 6 other superstars in a Battle Royale to become the EBWF Breakout championship #1 contender. The fans want your thoughts.
Trent Barreta: You can't have them, but I'm willing to share if you want. But first I find it important and transcendent to give you a history lesson of the Breakout Title... The guys in the master console, could I get a blurred effect for a flashback I'm about to make you participate in?
The screen blurred to black to display...
OOC NOTE: This is so awesome I had to look it up, copy and paste it. It's from a former EBWF member who made us laugh with this.
Evan Bourne parks car, in the 7-11 parking lot.
He gets out of the car and notices that there's something going on. He walks inside casually, a
masked man with a gun, turns around,
"Get down!" He shouts.
"Ok." Evan shruggs, then gets down.
Evan slowly crawls toward the robber, he gets close to the theif's jeans, he chopblocks his ankle.
The robber looks down.
Evan waves and smiles, then he screams and punches the theif in the face, legsweeps him then
stands up.
The robber gets up and tries to punch Evan who reverses with an armdrag into a standing shooting star press. Evan gets up and stands on the cashier's desk, he dives off and knees the robber in the face, taking him down. Evan puts him in an arm to leg lock.
"Get off my fucking arm!" The robber commands.
Evan rolls backward and stands up, the Robber gets up and puts his hands up, Evan does a backflip
and another robber shoot's a hand gun. The bullet shoots under Evan's knees and Evan does a backflip in mid air and catches the bullet between his ankles, he falls on his back but the bullet explodes and Evan flies backward through his windshield, he sits slanted and says to himself
" How am I gonna explain this to the car insurance company."
Trent Barreta spoke as the awesome vintage images of Evan Bourne, now this time with JBL as his manager appeared on the screen.
Trent Barreta: The EBWF Breakout title was introduced at Summerslam, and its inaugural champion was, yes... The man who could catch bullets with his ankles, Evan Bourne. The title was meant to be an honor for the up and coming EBWF superstars to hold. Being breakout champ meant that person was the next big thing, and was taking babysteps towards something much bigger... However there have been a whole load of EBWF superstars who had held the championship without being exactly Breakout... Glacier, Hulk Hogan, Kurt Angle, Hernandez, Abyss, MVP and the Undertaker just to name a few. Word has it the gods who forged the mighty belt didn't like old farts and washed up has beens holding the belt... Subsequently cursing it when it was wrapped around Hulk Hogan's waist, brother. The curse of the EBWF Breakout title is relatively unknown in the EBWF folklore, but if you think about it... Every single superstar who had held the title was released by the company promptly after their reigns with the Exception of the Undertaker, who has been booked in Show or Go matches. On top of that, neither of the holders had much success afterwards, if any.
Images of Hogan, Angle, Glacier, MVP and Hernandez appeared on the screen, followed by the Undertaker and finally the actual champion, Curt Hawkins. The screen faded to show Trent and Todd standing next to each other.
Trent Barreta: Balance must be restored... I must find the triforce and restore peace to the land of Hyrule and vanish the evil Ganondorf and his wrongdoings...
Todd Grisham: And the Breakout title?
Trent Barreta: Oh yes! That too. My point is Todd, this belt wasn't forged by the Gods inside some kickass volcano to be used by people who aren't breakout!
Trent knew kickass wrestling belts weren't forged by Gods in volcanoes but he didn't know the name of the store where they made them either, so it didn't make any difference.
Trent Barreta: Would you give the Sky High championship to RVD, Paul London or Brian Kendrick?
Trent knew kickass wrestling belts weren't forged by Gods in volcanoes but he didn't know the name of the store where they made them either, so it didn't make any difference.
Trent Barreta: Would you give the Sky High championship to RVD, Paul London or Brian Kendrick?
Todd Grisham was about to reply when Trent cut him off.
Trent Barreta: That's probably a bad example. Let's move on.
Todd Grisham: The Battle Royale includes Zack Ryder, "The Cowboy" James Storm, Dolph Ziggler, Justin Credible, Goldberg and Carlito.
Trent Barreta: Who calls this matches? The curse isn't going to go away if they don's stop booking people who don't deserve the belt... Wait a minute, did you say Goldberg? Man! This means I could appear on my first ever Botchamania! Booooootchberg! Booooootchberg! I'm not elaborating on that, after all I doubt you know what Botchamania is.
Todd Grisham: Thanks.
Trent Barreta: See what I was telling you Todd? Guys like Goldberg, Justin Credible, Carlito and James Storm aren't really breakout... They aren't hip and new like the PSP Vita. They are just repackaged and given a lift up if necessary, like doki-doki panic and Super Mario Bros 2.
Todd Grisham: What?
Trent sighed.
Trent Barreta: You don't know nothing do you? Super Mario Bros 2 was a very popular NES game sold in America which was actually a completely different game, with diffrent character called Doki Doki Panic in Japan, the people in nintendo just changed some sprites and other things here and there and renamed it to Super Mario Bros 2. They had a straight sequel for Super Mario Bros but nintendo of japan was scared Super Mario Bros 2 was too hard for us dumb american gamers and shipped Doki Doki Panic instead, which was friendly, happy-go-lucky and easier.
Todd Grisham: Uhh... Sure.
Trent Barreta: Luckily, EBWF fans aren't as dumb as you are and realize what I'm talking about. So, Goldberg, right? I've faced guys as big and aggressive as Goldberg through all my life... And I've beaten their asses every single time.
Todd darted a look of disbelief at the Gaming Ace.
Todd Grisham: Really, on what game?
Trent's sarcasm detector was out of battery, so he genuinely responded.
Trent Barreta: Super macho man from Punch out and Abobo from Battletoads and Double Dragon on the top of my head.
Trent Barreta: Guys like Goldberg are all about brute force and raw power, about massive displays of strength, and merciless jabs to the face. They can give you a concussion with just a slight punch. Just because of that they think they're on top of the world. I don't like Goldberg and he barely speaks, imagine if he ran his mouth like I do, I would loathe him! Goldberg was once a big and buff brute, a menace to anyone who dared to step into a ring with him. What has he done here in EBWF? Ask who's next... Who's next? Who's Next? Who's next what? To kick his bald ass? I would gladly be next! I don't need brawn, I don't need an auto auto fire controller pad.
Todd Grisham: a What?
Trent Barreta: Gee, you sure had a sad childhood. Bottom line is: I don't fear the spear. Justin Credible? That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard... The fact someone is name Justin Credible is Just unbelievable. So, I've heard this guy is pretty hardcore, pretty full of himself, willing to bend any rule and just go all out to show how he's better than you even when he's not. I'm also guessing he doesn't admit his defeats, he thinks he's the next big thing since the Virtual boy -we all know what a flop it was!-... Am I mistaken on my appreciations?
Todd Grisham: No.
Trent Barreta: I've faced cocky guys like him a million times and came on top as well... Ever heard of Gary Oak?
Trent Barreta: Probably not... Well I've beaten guys a million times. I've proven cocky bastards wrong a million times. Justin Credible would be one more. He might have won titles in other places and whatnot... But he won a match and thinks he's ready for a title? If winning a match means you get to compete for the breakout title I might as well challenge Wes Ikeda for his EBWF Chairman title belt.
Todd Grisham: That's actually not a titl... Oh, nevermind.
Trent Barreta: Seriously. People like Him, Carlito and James Storm have had little to no matches, and they get awarded a shot at the number one contendership? Unbelievable... You know Todd, when I don't like the matches the AI books for me in Universe mode in EBWF 12' I change them and modify them in any way they like... Maybe the ones who makes matches aren't aware of that feature.
Todd's puzzled look on his face was more than enough for Trent to continue his speech.
Trent Barreta: You said I was facing a Cowboy? Oh boy! Oh boy!
Todd Grisham: Yes, "Cowboy" James Storm.
Trent Barreta: Oh Boy! Todd, did you know I wanted to be a Cowboy when I was a kid? So does he come out in a horse and with revolvers strapped to his cowboy pants? The leather vest, and the cowboy boots with the little stars on the back? Like in Sunset Riders? Do you think he and I could form a tag team and chase up bad guys like Kane and Brian Kendrick on our horses, hog-tying them and taking them down to a building with the words "JAIL" over the doorway? Man that would rock! Wear little golden stars on our cow printed vests that read: Sheriff?
Todd Grisham: I'm afraid not... He calls himself a cowboy, but he doesn't look like one.
Trent Barreta: What do you mean? No horse? No revolvers?
Todd Grisham: No, he wears a cowboy hat, though.
Trent Barreta: So does JR, and no one calls him a Cowboy, dude. So James Storm is a guy who is a cowboy, but doesn't ride horses, wear cowboy clothes nor fires guns? That sucks isn't it? I guess I could change my name to Trent "The Astronaut" Barreta without needing to invest in a space shuttle. I was really pumped about facing a cowboy, but this guy is going to debut tonight... In a match for the number one contendership for a title?
Todd Grisham: Essentially, yes.
Trent Barreta: And he calls himself a cowboy, but he doesn't look like one?
Todd Grisham: Yes.
Trent Barreta: I feel bad. In fact, I feel more gutted than when I found out you mostly played as Raiden in Metal Gear Solid 2 instead of Snake. Who else we've got?
Todd Grisham: Carlito.
Trent Barreta: Carlito Caribbean Cool?
Todd Grisham: Yes.
Trent Barreta: The guy who is Cooler than the Mexicools? Cooler than Michelle McCool? Cooler than Coolio? Wait, Coolio isn't THAT cool. He sang Kenan and Kell's theme song, though. Anyway, you get my point.
Todd Grisham: Yes, that guy.
Trent Barreta: The guy with the scarface accent? I spit in the face of people who don't want to be Cool?
Todd Grisham: Yes.
Trent Barreta: I think we will get along just fine. I don't know who told him he was to tell the world what was cool and what was uncool, but you don't need much to realize I'm dead cool. I'm the coolest man in the EBWF roster, I have the latest videogames, I love playing them, I am sick out there in the ring with my skills and my speed, sure... I'm a small guy but remember that fine perfumes come in small bottles. Carlito is a bit dumb if you ask me... Who spits Apples anyway? Doesn't he know grabbing the little fruits gives you extra points at the end of each level?
Todd Grisham: What?
Trent Barreta: Uncool. Do you know who else is Uncool? Dolph Ziggler. I HATE guys like Dolph Ziggler with a passion! I hate them like I hate Wii and PS3 fanboys! I hate them like I hate the dudes who shot down MegaUpload. I bet you hate guys like Ziggler, too.
Todd Grisham: Why would I?
Trent Barreta: You're a nerd. I bet you got picked on by guys like Dolph Ziggler from Kindergarten to this day.
Todd Grisham: I actually wasn't a nerd.
Trent Barreta: Yeah right... It doesn't hurt to say you were a nerd Todd, I was a nerd. CM Punk was a nerd, Sheamus was a nerd... We were targeted by bullies throughout our high school and college years by jocks, show-offs, people like Dolph Ziggler. They would put me inside a locker for a whole day, would flush my head on the toilet, beat my ass for my lunch money... They made me miserable, until I decided to step up and began training to be a wrestler... I wanted to be some sort of Jockminator and get back at those guys who made fun of me at school.
Todd Grisham: Jockminator?
Trent Barreta: I know Dolph is probably going to laugh at my gaming skills, brag about his six pack and his tan... But my tan isn't so bad and I have a decent set of abs, yet I still manage to get some massive hours of gaming in my hands, I've had a good amount of girlfriends... Not like CM Punk who's autobiography would probably be named "The Diva Search" but still.
The crowd cheered as he threw another reference for his hometown hero.
Trent Barreta: On top of that I could kick Dolph's ass so hard he'd lose all his lives and continues after a single Dudebusting DDT. So before his blonde peroxide ass comes out here and says he's better than me I suggest he goes through the facts... We're both hot and young wrestling prospects, but I bet he hasn't beaten any Mega Man games without losing a life, for example. But there's a difference between us, I don't need to work on my tan, I don't need my abs to grill cheese on them... I am happy with the way I am, dude I don't even look half bad... The last muscled blonde I had respect for is Johnny Bravo.
Todd Grisham: Is that some wrestler?
Trent Barreta: Shut up. If anyone right now is wondering who is better out of Dolph and Me I really hope tonight's match clears any doubts from their minds. Dolph is perfection? Mr. Perfect was Perfection... Dolph is a cocky show-off, but apparently this business is full of those, so he's going to have to do a lot more than dyeing his hair and pouting his lips while he does sit up with a downed opponent to convince us. However, as much as I dislike show-offs and jocks. Sure he, has that background of being the best of his class wrestling or something... My mom grounded me every time I wrestled, everytime I jumped off a roof, everytime I spent my allowance money in tights, boots or wax. While his trophies were placed on top of the fireplace, mines were thrown to the garbage. If going through groundings, allowance cuts and all rants doesn't speak about my passion for this business, nothing does.
Trent ran a hand along his wrist and tilted his head to the side.
Trent Barreta: I gotta cut the guy some slack. He has been rather impressive since his arrival and he's yet to make it big time here in EBWF... If there is a Breakout title number one contender, why not him? He's been pleading to be booked, and I like that. He defines the term breakout perfectly, only problem is... There are superstars booked for this match who aren't going down easily. Superstars with thirst for glory and love for this business.
Todd Grisham: I'll assume you mean yourself and Zack Ryder.
Trent Barreta: You assume right. Zack Ryder loves this place so much, loves doing this with every fiber in his body... That he went out and put his career on the line for some work. He still gets paid very well... But money isn't everything, Todd. Ryder is my brother, and it sucks to know that we both have to face off and that in the end there's only one slot in that WrestleMania Card on the Breakout title match. That means only one of us can go to WrestleMania and compete for the Breakout title... Do you know what's to fight your brother with your bare fists? Please don't count Metal Gear Solid games, Liquid was evil. Zack Ryder deserves this shot as much as I do, as much as Ziggler does. But deserving something isn't enough, you gotta work and bust your ass in that ring to make it happen. Zack knows it, Ziggler knows it and I know it...
Todd Grisham: How does it affect you that Curt Hawkins is the current champion?
Trent Barreta: Curt Hawkins shocked me. He beat me down after a match, he complained about not having any chances... Now he has the Breakout title, I don't know how might he react if Zack or I become number one contender. There'd be a time and place for that. Now if you excuse me, I have a match to win.
Trent smiled at the camera and walked away.