His bones collapsing agains the cold floor and a loud roar from the crowd were a couple of things he would never forget for as long as he lived. The Rumble was long gone, hats off to AJ Styles who crowned himself Royal Rumble winner. Hobbling to the back he was able to witness how EBWF displayed all of it's talent at the rumble on a TV monitor. He watched confetti falling down on AJ Styles, the crowd roaring, his music blasting over the PA system. Trent sat on a steel chair, watching in silence. Despite having put one hell of a performance, he got eliminated. Honestly, he was kinda jealous about not being in Allen's place. After throwing his head back, Trent remained sitting in his chair, eyes closed for a few moments. It was not like he had let anyone down, his family and Paula would still be proud of him. If that was the case, then why did he have that bitter taste on his mouth? His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sound of the door opening.
"Cheer up, dude! You did great!"
Trent turned towards the door, finding none other than EBWF's 2012 Rumble winner himself, AJ Styles. Trent stood up and walked towards him patting him on the back after a hug to congratulate him.
Trent Barreta: No. You did.
AJ Styles: Maybe next year?
Trent Barreta: You think?
Styles nodded approvingly.
AJ Styles: No.
Trent looked a bit disappointed.
AJ Styles: Nah, just playing with you man, of course. Look at me, I didn't think I had a chance in hell at winning and now, I'm going to WrestleMania!
Trent Barreta: I'll be full of shit if I didn't tell you I envy you a lot. I'll be a liar if I said I've never dreamed about winning a Royal Rumble, if I said I've never dreamed about Main Eventing WrestleMania. Hell, the reason I got into this business is because I've always wanted to have a golden belt with my name on it.
AJ Styles: Don't we all dream about it?
Trent Barreta: I guess... Anyway, congratulations! You deserve it.
Trent shook AJ's hand and smiled.
Trent Barreta: I feel kinda dumb! Deep down inside I knew there was not the slightest chance that I won that match... I mean, I arrived earlier this month and sure I've been on a roll, but that wasn't going to win me the Rumble. I know I started here as a comedy act, look where it got me. EBWF Tag Team Champion. What is in store for me now that I'm more serious?
AJ Styles narrowed his eyes at Trent.
Trent Barreta: Awwwww c'mon! At least one bit.
AJ Styles: Whatever man. If you ask me, I kinda like the whole gaming thing you've got going on and you're backing it up really well!
Trent Barreta: It means a lot to me... Well not really!
He smacked Styles on the shoulder playfully and nodded. The man had a point, just look at him! Winning the Rumble made it evident he was the man who had worked his ass off to keep EBWF afloat, not Hardy, not Orton, not Kennedy... AJ Styles, a man Trent hoped to surpass on his EBWF tenure as much as he surpassed him playing videogames. The thought made Trent chuckle.
Monday, January 6th, 2012 - Wells Fargo Center - Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.
Trent was sitting on top of a crate in the backstage area of the Wells Fargo Center in Philadelphia. Already wearing his wrestling tights which read "Trent" in the coolest font he could find online... He looked at the camera.
Trent Barreta: What the hell is a Gangsta? Even worse, what in the blue hell is Swag? If I don't want to lose to JTG at Warfare I have to learn a couple of things about him...
Camera Guy: Have you tried traveling to a Philadelphian suburb?
Trent Barreta: Woah! Who said that?
Camera guy: I did.
Trent Barreta moved towards the Camera lens, knocking on it with his fist a couple of times.
Trent Barreta: You're not supposed to talk are you? Anyway, why do you say I should go to a suburb?
Camera Guy: You know the Fresh Prince? In west Philadelphia born and raised.
On the playground is where I spent most of my days.
Trent Barreta: Chillin out, maxin, relaxing all cool, And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school.
Camera Guy: When a couple of guys who were up to no good. Started making trouble in my neighborhood
Trent Barreta: I got in one lil fight and my mom got scared.
Camera Guy: And said "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air"
Trent Barreta Oh yeah! It makes sense... But I believe the liabilities exceed the advantages, I will not go to a dark alley just to get stabbed by some Gangsta with Swag, whatever the hell that means.
Camera Guy: he says that a lot doesn't he?
Trent Barreta: CHEAH! See what I did there? Also, Gangsta's say "Don't he" aight? Oh! And "aight", aight?
Camera Guy: Why?
Trent Barreta: Beats me bro... To be honest with you, I'm sick of this slang, you know what? I'll check online...
Camera Guy: Wikipedia?
Trent Barreta: Wikipedia is overrated. Urban dictionary.
Trent pulled his iPhone out and slowly tapped his fingers along the screen.
Trent Barreta: Let's see... Gangsta: One who willfully promotes and participates in destructive and self-serving culture in an effort to project a particular image of 'toughness' or to make oneself intimidating. Willingness to blatantly and horrifically misuse English is a necessity, as is a low IQ and sub-par education (or at least the appearance thereof).
Trent looked into the camera. He looked a little confused, and suddenly he bursted out into laughter.
Trent Barreta: And he's proud of being gangsta? So he's one of those high school dropouts who think they're cooler than Zero from Megaman X? tougher than Zeldas Biggoron´s sword? That's sad... I don't know why gangstas are full of themselves when it comes to their underpar intelligence... My point is... What makes JTG a threat? Is it his strength? Because the fact he is a Gangsta alone amuses me less than the WiiU...
Trent watched Jonathan Coachman walk past.
Trent Barreta: You! Come here, let me ask you something baldie!
The Coach: Baldie?
Trent Barreta: Yes, come on! I don't have all day! You work with interviews here, don't you?
The Coach: Yes, do you need me to...
Trent Barreta: To answer me some questions! That's what I need for you to do!
The Coach: but I am the one who usually does the interviews!
Trent Barreta: Yes, but you suck at it and always end up being fooled by The Rock or getting Superkicked by Lance Storm! Now, kicking your ass is a waste of precious mana, so I'll be asking the questions.
The Coach: Precious what?
There was no point in teaching Coach about Mana, someone with his intelligence wouldn't be able to understand anyway.
Trent Barreta: Coach! I've seen you prance around here in your red silk short sleeve shirts, your funny black biker hats... Sunglasses eventhough we are indoors, right?
The Coach: Yeah, what about it?
Trent Barreta: Would you consider yourself gangsta?
Coachman pulled on his silk shirt and smiled goofyly.
The Coach: You could say that! Yeah!
Trent Barreta: It would also be accurate to say that you have swag?
Coachie boy looked proud of himself and smiled.
The Coach: Of course the Coach has got Swag!
Trent Barreta: What is swag anyway?
The Coach: Well...
Trent Barreta: Nevermind, I don't want to know. Thanks for nothing...
Trent shoved The Coach out of the scene and turned to the camera.
Trent Barreta: I really, really, really really HATE people who run their mouths on how "gangsta" they are... I hate them more than the stupid water levels on Sonic the Hedgehog! I hate gangstas like JTG and our friend the Coach, who might live in a parallel universe where they're the greatest! The baddest! The toughest! And why not, the blackest dudes to have walked on earth. When in reality, obviously they are not.
Trent slowly placed the palm of his hand on his face in disappointment.
Trent Barreta; How do you spot one of these gangstas? Easier than beating Call of Duty 3. These guys are extremely loud, more annoying than Wii fanboys, they even wear the most stupid type of clothes! Just look at the Coach's hat or JTG's. Who wears a friggin' condom on their head? On top of that, they have pretty lame names, but instead of using them they try to make up really cool names? Jonathan Coachman is the Coach for example... I don't know what JTG's real name is, but I bet heis name is... Dewey or something. Is that Gangsta?
Trent shook his head slowly.
Trent Barreta: JTG thinks he is on top of the world... And it boggles my mind like playing Tetris on the hardest difficulty. He walked out on the Rumble and lasted like one nanosecond! How does that back up the fact he's cooler than Metal Gear Solid 4?
Trent shrugged.
Trent Barreta: One week later, he comes here like nothing has happened and calls himself gangsta? Gimme a break! Is it just me? Or does everybody want to be a Gangsta after playing Grand theft auto San Andreas? Crap, I enjoyed that game! It taught me a lot of stuff like killing hookers after having fun with them to get your money back and whatnot... But you don't see me around with a ton of chains, and jewels on my teeth, butchering and slaughtering the English language, do you?
Trent shrugged.
Trent Barreta: let's go back two weeks from now: JTG got his ass kicked and lost the number one contendership for the Breakout title. Not like he had a chance against my man Curt Hawkins...
Trent chuckled.
Trent Barreta: You sucked at the rumble! Sucked big time! You sucked more than Superman 64! You lost your number one contendership! Now, let me ask you something! Is that gangsta? Is that swag? Is that fly?
Camera Man: No.
Trent Barreta: Not talking to you dude.
Camera Man: Sorry, thought you've been talking to me this whole time.
Trent ignored the Camera Man's comment and carried on.
Trent Barreta: Fun fact! This is not the first time we are going to meet in that ring. We were in a triple threat match, which in fact was my first match here... How did he win? Not by pinning me, but he weaseled his way to victory when I wasn't looking. Unfortunately for him, he has to go past me, the Gaming Ace if he wants to get this win... Now I'm not expecting JTG to know any math, if he did he would've noticed he didn't stand a chance against me, he probably wouldn't show up tonight. But probably that ugly thing he ties around his head is too tight, cutting off blood flow to the brain... Making him think he actually stands a chance against me.
Trent leaned against the crate.
Trent Barreta: I'm not a gangsta. I don't rock any chains, bling, or slap hos... In fact, whenever I play Double Dragon, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Spider-Man, Final Fight and other Beat 'em ups... My Rivals are muscled gansta hunks, which of course... get easily disposed of. My "swag" consists of videogame and comic book T-shirts, my only tie is an 8 bit tie... That doesn't mean I can't kick your ass tonight JTG... WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! I am not the same man you faced a month ago. If I were a Pokemon I'd probably have evolved by now. I'm faster than you, more talented, younger... And I'm going to prove it to you by beating your ass back to Harlem or whatever hole you came out from!
Now THAT'S GANGSTA!!!!
Trent aimed his index at the Camera.
Trent Barreta: So if you spot JTG's ride in the Philadelphia area... Make sure you call the Police Department.
Trent smiled as the scene faded to black.