Past this curtain, dreams were made, dreams were broken, stories were told... Blood... Sweat... Tears... As cliché as it might sound were the fuel of this art... Two men went out to put one hell of a show, to tell their story, one man goes over, the other waits until his time to shine arrives.
Trent knew this, he was young, he worked hard, he had struck it with the fans, his merch was selling... In the past seventh months on board of the EBWF ship Trent has steadily taken steps up the ladder, not knowing how long was it left until he made it to the top... Every time Trent faced an opponent that seemed much more experienced than him he wondered when his time would come... Not that he wanted to skyrocket through the roof and then slowly fade away into the X-Division like Alex Shelley, the tag division like Lance Storm or the PTG championship like Ted DiBiase. Trent knew he wasn't going to be on the World Title picture for his whole career, but then again... It was a thought that often invaded him and seduced his mind...
EBWF Crew Member: Show time Trent!
He just had a shower, and was already sweating bullets. Wrapping his fingers around his wrists, his head tilted to both sides, black locks of hair flailing along with the movements of his head... He was chewing on his bubble gum, which helped him a lot to relieve stress. His opponent tonight? John FN Cena... Now you could probably understand why every time he swallowed he felt as if he was eating steel spike balls. He closed his eyes, he took a deep breath and reached out with his right arm to pull the curtain aside... Before he could walk out and do his thing, a hand wrapped around his wrist... Trent turned over his left shoulder and the same Crew member who had instructed him a moment ago to walk out... His other hand held the headphones he wore over his head tightly pressed against his ear, as if doing so would make the message he was getting clearer. The crew member nodded his head a couple of times before turning his eyes to Trent.
EBWF Crew Member: Trent, change of plans! You're going over! Now go!
The man shoved him on the shoulder. Trent couldn't believe it. He walked out through the curtain as his Mega Man II Theme Remix blared over his ears, the crowd going wild at the main event... He knelt on the ramp and posed for the fans... His knees trembling uncontrollably... If he was sweating bullets before now you could imagine how bad the sweating was... Calling an audible was not something he expected from a match against Cena.
January 28th, 2006, New York Wrestling Connection, Deer Park, New York. [YUP! Flashback time]
Plazma couldn't remember the last time he had actually used one of the steel chairs they used to beat the hell out of each other with to actually sit. Having arrived to the pre-show meeting for their event was going to take place with a lot on his mind. Trent unfolded the chair and before he could sit on it he heard a voice coming from behind him.
Maverick: I fell from one of those a couple of weeks ago... Not a big bump, but you sure as hell don't want to give the rest of the boys laughing material.
Plazma nodded slowly, leaving the chair alone.
Maverick: Are you ready for tonight?
Plazma was scheduled to have a match with Maverick for the first ever NYWC HiFi championship. They had worked throughout the whole week, every possible ending... In the end, Mikey Whipwreck would be the one who choose the winner.
Plazma: Yeah, it is going to be fun...
It was quite evident Plazma was worried.
Maverick: Nervous?
Plazma was about to shake his head, when the NYWC head booker Mikey Whipwreck rushed in... The whole locker room gathered around him, Plazma and Maverick included. They all went silent and Whipwreck would speak.
Mikey Whipwreck: Alright guys, the Park is going to be a full house tonight... Be ready to put out a damn great show! Hope everyone in the Psycho Circus elimination match is ready... I'll gather with each one of you personally so we can sort things out. First things first... Tonight we get our first ever HiFi Champion Crowned... Plazma, Maverick... Are you ready?
Both men nodded.
Mikey Whipwreck: Alright, Plazma wins this one.
Plazma: Say what?
Plazma felt a boulder going down his esophagus and straight into his stomach.
Mikey Whipwreck: I want you two to put the finest damn match of the night! Plazma, we've got a huge faith in you, we think you beating Maverick is what the fans want to see... After some goddamn fine wrestling, that is! How were you planning to end the match?
Maverick: Well sit, we've worked hard throughout the whole week, and he has a couple of moves that could knock anyone's lights out... That over the top rope reverse death valley driver?
Mikey Whipwreck: Top rope?
Plazma: Yes sir... I call it the Dude Buster.
Mikey chuckled.
Mikey Whipwreck: Catchy name... I like it! Have it at the middle of the match! How do you plan to end it?
Plazma felt a boulder going down his esophagus and straight into his stomach.
Mikey Whipwreck: I want you two to put the finest damn match of the night! Plazma, we've got a huge faith in you, we think you beating Maverick is what the fans want to see... After some goddamn fine wrestling, that is! How were you planning to end the match?
Maverick: Well sit, we've worked hard throughout the whole week, and he has a couple of moves that could knock anyone's lights out... That over the top rope reverse death valley driver?
Mikey Whipwreck: Top rope?
Plazma: Yes sir... I call it the Dude Buster.
Mikey chuckled.
Mikey Whipwreck: Catchy name... I like it! Have it at the middle of the match! How do you plan to end it?
Plazma: Well sir, I have been going for the scoop slam into a double knee facebreaker...
Mikey Whipwreck: Sounds good... Maverick, make sure you help him out throughout the match.
Mikey moved over towards where the main eventers were gathered... Plazma sighed and wondered when would he be a main eventer.
Maverick: That double knee facebreaker is really something...
Plazma: It looks great... However it is kinda hard to pull off...
Maverick: Yeah, when you're facing the Big Show.
Plazma: Well, when you're fighting guys as heavy as you are it does look impressive. It'd really leave them with their jaw dropped... Hey listen, why don't you go over instead? It would be more believable?
Maverick's eyes widened.
Maverick: What makes you think that?
Plazma: Well... I've never had a shot like this... What if I screw up?
Maverick: You will do just fine man... You've been here for how long?
Plazma: Two years.
Maverick: It's your time to shine! I can understand you feel uneasy with Mikey telling you to be the first ver HiFi champ a rough hour before the match... But hell, he trained you and I'm pretty damn sure he sees something in you! You are what you want to be... Don't ever forget that.
"You are what you want to be..."
January 25th, 2012 - Warfare
Cena called for the Five Knuckle Shuffle but Barreta countered with a crucifix driver, then he kicked him in the head and sent him into the corner with a discus punch. Barreta hit the Dudebuster DDT! Trent dropped to his knees and hooked Cena's leg 1...2...3!!!!! Trent Jumped out, and instead of celebrating his victory on his own he rushed towards the front row and hugged his old man Al...
Trent Barreta: I did it! I did it dad! I'm in the semi finals!
Trent's voice almost broke as he hugged his dad after Warfare went off the air.
Trent Barreta: Thanks for being here!
Al Marasciulo: I've always been here son... And I will always be.
"I would like to say everything remained the same after that night... I would like to say I was the same person that came into the match after my hand was raised, but no. Don't get me wrong, it didn't mean I became pompous, pedantic, full of myself or that I cracked my wrist signing three times the autographs I used to sign two months ago (Well, the autograph part is kinda true)."
This victory meant a new path, a new horizon that just opened up, or in Trenton's own words, a whole new set of levels to play through... Levels which required twice the skill as before, and prizes that sounded sweeter than any bonus level he has ever played.
It's just as if he had just finished the newest Megaman game's part where you beat the eight robot masters and head on to Dr. Wily's fortress... This King of the Ring semi final would definitely be Dr. Wily Stage Number one... And his boss? Undashing, gruesome, monstrous Cody Rhodes... Another man who went through a massive overhaul of his image and was finally getting the push he deserved. Rhodes has been vicious, but just as effective and impressive in the ring.
It was once again the same story, Maverick and Plazma all over again. Two up and coming athletes, hungry for success... One bone only. Not to mention the other semi final brackets of the tournament, which included two young and talented athletes, looking forward to headline the biggest PPV of the summer, chasing after that same bone.
July 1st, 2012 - King of The Ring PPV - Sprint Center, Kansas City, Missouri.
Mikey Whipwreck: Sounds good... Maverick, make sure you help him out throughout the match.
Mikey moved over towards where the main eventers were gathered... Plazma sighed and wondered when would he be a main eventer.
Maverick: That double knee facebreaker is really something...
Plazma: It looks great... However it is kinda hard to pull off...
Maverick: Yeah, when you're facing the Big Show.
Plazma: Well, when you're fighting guys as heavy as you are it does look impressive. It'd really leave them with their jaw dropped... Hey listen, why don't you go over instead? It would be more believable?
Maverick's eyes widened.
Maverick: What makes you think that?
Plazma: Well... I've never had a shot like this... What if I screw up?
Maverick: You will do just fine man... You've been here for how long?
Plazma: Two years.
Maverick: It's your time to shine! I can understand you feel uneasy with Mikey telling you to be the first ver HiFi champ a rough hour before the match... But hell, he trained you and I'm pretty damn sure he sees something in you! You are what you want to be... Don't ever forget that.
"You are what you want to be..."
January 25th, 2012 - Warfare
Cena called for the Five Knuckle Shuffle but Barreta countered with a crucifix driver, then he kicked him in the head and sent him into the corner with a discus punch. Barreta hit the Dudebuster DDT! Trent dropped to his knees and hooked Cena's leg 1...2...3!!!!! Trent Jumped out, and instead of celebrating his victory on his own he rushed towards the front row and hugged his old man Al...
Trent Barreta: I did it! I did it dad! I'm in the semi finals!
Trent's voice almost broke as he hugged his dad after Warfare went off the air.
Trent Barreta: Thanks for being here!
Al Marasciulo: I've always been here son... And I will always be.
"I would like to say everything remained the same after that night... I would like to say I was the same person that came into the match after my hand was raised, but no. Don't get me wrong, it didn't mean I became pompous, pedantic, full of myself or that I cracked my wrist signing three times the autographs I used to sign two months ago (Well, the autograph part is kinda true)."
This victory meant a new path, a new horizon that just opened up, or in Trenton's own words, a whole new set of levels to play through... Levels which required twice the skill as before, and prizes that sounded sweeter than any bonus level he has ever played.
It's just as if he had just finished the newest Megaman game's part where you beat the eight robot masters and head on to Dr. Wily's fortress... This King of the Ring semi final would definitely be Dr. Wily Stage Number one... And his boss? Undashing, gruesome, monstrous Cody Rhodes... Another man who went through a massive overhaul of his image and was finally getting the push he deserved. Rhodes has been vicious, but just as effective and impressive in the ring.
It was once again the same story, Maverick and Plazma all over again. Two up and coming athletes, hungry for success... One bone only. Not to mention the other semi final brackets of the tournament, which included two young and talented athletes, looking forward to headline the biggest PPV of the summer, chasing after that same bone.
July 1st, 2012 - King of The Ring PPV - Sprint Center, Kansas City, Missouri.
The door to his locker room opened suddenly, a man with a headset on popped in for a moment, clearing his throat to get his attention.
EBWF Crew guy: Greg, you asked for some mic time before your match right?
He just nodded.
EBWF Crew Guy: I managed to make 10 minutes for you... You know it's kinda hard to get a ... Make it count...
He didn't reply... The man got the message and closed the door after leaving the locker room.
For the past 10 minutes he has been sitting just about in every possible spot on his locker room, the edge of the table, the arm of the couch, the couch...
"You are what you want to be..."
Sheldon Cooper would've found a sitting spot easier than him. And it all had to do with the upcoming KOTR semifinal match against Cody Rhodes...
"Undefeated in one on one competitions."
Giving up on sitting, He decided he would just lean against the doorway, in an odd choice of a place to rest...
"Breakout Champion."
His eyes fixed on the floor, he breathed in, trying to calm down.
"Tag Team Champion"
The doorknob turned and he was pushed front and startled a bit as a petite young woman came strolling in. He raised his head to her and offered a smile, rather far from any previous spontaneous smiles, he seemed worried... The presence of the girl in the room sure soothed him.
A.J. Lee: How's it hangin', bruh?
The Diva grinned and held out her fist which was lightly bumped by the dual champion. She quickly picked up his somewhat gloomy vibe due to spending so much time with him as of late.
A.J. Lee: Something on your mind?
Not even the massive amount of cool waves and energy irradiated by EBWF's own Women's Champion was able to shake off the worries off his mind nor the burden off his shoulders. His eyes raised to meet hers, he couldn't help it but to smile.
Trent Barreta: Biggest match of my life tonight... And if I win... Then the real biggest match of my life would've begun... AND IF I WIN... THAT'S WHEN THE TRUE BIGGEST MATCH OF MY LIFE BEGINS... Things are getting nothing but bigger from here.
He sighed.
Trent Barreta: It's like Dr. Wily on Megaman games and his one hundred thousand forms before you actually beat the game?
A.J. Lee: Dr. Wily certainly was a tricky fella.
She nodded with her own statement and tapped lightly at her chin before spreading her arms out.
A.J. Lee: But c'mon! Look how far you've come! You might even main event against Punk or Randy! Don't be worried. This is a huge opportunity no matter what happens. You even got your face on that big spiffy poster.
He looked over A.J.'s shoulder, the King of the Ring poster did have his face on it... He then looked at her.
Trent Barreta: I've been working so dang hard to get noticed tonight... Endless workouts, cutting carbs like crazy, signing autographs... I've been so busy trying to make everyone notice my success and how far I've reached... I hadn't even seen my face was there... I guess it is definitely about lightening up and enjoying the ride... I believe I haven't signed many autographs until last week...
Trent smiled at her, her words truly helped him ease the tension off. It was time to enjoy himself, to enjoy the ride and his achievements... Trent felt happy now, happy and playful enough to chat with her like he has throughout these past weeks. He reached for his bearded chin, an inquisitive look on his face.
Trent Barreta: Hey, are you seeing a guy named Trent?
Tongue in cheek, he chuckled. A light but noticeable blush swept it's way across her face. She attempted to play it off by sliding her arms behind her head while grinning softly.
A.J. Lee: I can confirm that Trent and I are very close and that I really enjoy spending time with him. But he's been so busy lately that he's never really asked me officially.
Her grin turned more into a playful smirk.
A.J. Lee: Trent Reznor that is.
Trent Barreta: You want to know something crazy? People's been saying AJ and me are in a relationship! AJ and me! Could you imagine that? Saying AJ Styles and I we both like dudes?
He smirked straight back into her eyes, he proceeded to run his hand along his beard afterwards.
Trent Barreta: Gosh, this is funny as hell... I played Castlevania all day... Megaman II on 'Difficult' just to get myself in the game... To focus before my match... And here I was about to suffer a cardiac arrest... You come through the door, share a couple of words with mere... And here I am! Back on top of the wave... What I'm trying to say is... You are... You... Err... You make me feel like... Happy, at ease.
He ran a hand along his hair... Words just won't come out.
Trent Barreta: I hope saying that doesn't get me a free ass kicking by Mr. Reznor.
A.J. Lee: And I really hope I don't make Mr. Styles too jealous..
She slid her hands behind her back and began to rock back and forth on her heels. Her eyes glanced downwards but a smile remained on her face.
A.J. Lee: ..And..um..ya know..if Mr. Reznor and I aren't too busy..maybe we could hang out after the show. ..Ya know, if the dude AJ doesn't mind.
Trent smiled at A.J. And glanced back into her eyes.
Trent Barreta: I... Would definitely like that, so... Um... I love Twisted Metal and all that... But how about dinner?
A.J. Lee: YES.
She realized she had responded a little too quickly and hurriedly cleared her throat.
A.J. Lee: I mean..um..yeah. Sure. Dinner. Dinner is cool. I love dinner.
Trent's lips widened in a smile, he tried to contain himself.
Trent Barreta: ACHIEVEMENT UNLO... I mean! Lovely!
Trent reached for the petite diva's hand and kissed the back of it. She giggled and the red tint on her face grew a bit brighter. Suddenly, she stood on her tip-toes, placed her hands onto Trent's bearded face and placed a kiss onto his lips. After breaking the embrace, she practically rocketed out of the room.
A.J. Lee: OKSeeYouForDinnerBYE!
Trent was left by himself inside the locker room with infatuation plastered upon his face and an even wider smile.
Trent Barreta: Cowabunga!!!!!!!!
Megaman II Remix blasted over the PA system and the crowd rose to their feet to greet EBWF's double champion! Trent went down on his knee and threw his hands out, with each of his championship belts resting over his shoulders "WHADDUP!!!!" he yelled out as he jumped on his feet and continued on his way to the ring with a smile on his face. He rolled in and grabbed a hold of a mic and stood in the center of the ring.
Trent Barreta: Uhhh... This is awkward! If you have missed a couple of Warfares these past weeks you might be wondering... What the hell is that nerd doing here? And if you say King of the Ring semifinals and Trent Barreta there's no sound to it... Is it? I kinda feel out of place, like Gwen Stacy on Spiderman 3. But then again I earned this with hard work week in and week out. I beat John FN Cena!!!!! I think I showed the world why I deserve to be in this place... And if you aren't buying that then you better pay attention to what will happen tonight in the semifinals... Being an underdog is not something I am very fond of! Specially after I handed his ass to Wrestling's ultimate underdog...
A portion of the crowd popped loudly and Trent smiled confidently.
Trent Barreta: I began this week saying... Ohhh I'm just a kid from Mount Sinai.... I'm a cruiserweight, I'm a new kid on the EBWF roster... But then someone made me realize I am the most amazing prospect this place has! I have NEVER been pinned on one to one competition, I am EBWF's Only double champion in a very long while... Now, don't get me wrong, I feel your love as teeny tiny as it is... But the boys in the back just keep on ranting on how I am a videogame freak, an addict, and ultimately a dork... Now, let me ask you this... Would a dork have reached the final four of the finest wrestling promotion in the world? No. Would a dork have already resigned a very lucrative new contract with that same promotion? Again, no. Would a dork have the most beautiful, pure, honest and joyful woman in the roster by his side, cheering him on? Nooooooooo... Sometimes I feel people don't give me the credit I deserve... All of this... The sold out T-shirts, the two belts, the queen of comic books and videogames... I wasn't handed any of these... I earned them with sweat, with hard work! With life risking acrobatic moves every single time I was booked in a match!
The crowd roared a bit louder.
Trent Barreta: You want to think it is nothing? You want to think I'm a dork, a nobody, a kid from Mount Sinai? You might as well end up like John Cena and many other who looked over my eye!
Trent raised his arm over his head.
Trent Barreta: I'm a kid, yes. I'm a nerd, yes. But that doesn't mean I am not a hard working, ass kicking, above average WRESTLER. That doesn't mean I fell on someone's good graces in order to get myself a spot here!
Trent smiled and nodded a couple of times.
Trent Barreta: I have formidable opponent tonight in Cody Rhodes... Second Generation superstar... Son of the American Dream! Brother of the bizarre golden freak... My dad has never stepped into a squared circle in his entire life... Yet here we are... Face to face.
Trenton tilted his head to one side.
Trent Barreta: And it doesn't matter who's daddy was more successful, and who's daddy would kick whos daddy's ass if they ever matched up... I can damn assure you wrestling is in my bloodstream... Not because I got it from any lineage... Not because I inherited it! But because... Deep down I think I have what it takes to be one of the biggest wrestlers of all time... You see, back in the day I used to watch Hogan, The Warrior, Stone Cold Steve Austin and The Rock... And thought "Damn... I don't know if I'll ever get to top those cats..." Then again here I am, a couple of matches away from becoming the youngest number one contender for the EBWF world title in history! Not because my dad was great... Not because he got me this job... But because I arrive here first every week and I leave last!!!
The crowd cheered again, growing slowly on the gaming ace.
Trent Barreta: Cody Rhodes... It is a shame you have just lit your spark a couple of weeks ago, it is a shame you finally rediscovered the path to victory... Because this is my first ever attempt at reaching the top of the mountain, and you can be damn sure I will put my life on the line to be on the main event of King of the Ring... I am not scared of your looks of your mask, bro... To be honest I am not the most charming looking person you'd meet... Not that this is a beauty contest either... Because it is I am pretty sure I will fail the bikini contest due to lack of waxing...
Trent tapped his forehead a couple of times.
Trent Barreta: Last time I checked... This thing we do here, every week... This thing we do that gets broadcasted live all over the world is called WRESTLING! And in wrestling... Looks only matter to people like Vince... I mean... Look at gorgeous george! The man wasn't called gorgeous for nothing! Yet again only three world titles! Ric Flair... Old, with manboobs and peroxide hair... SIXTEEN TIME WORLD CHAMPION! BOOKAHHHH TEEEEE SUCKAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!! FIVE TIME! FIVE TIME! FIVE TIME! FIVE TIME WORLD CHAMPION! The great Khali, some ugly untalented dork from India... World Champ... Cody... Cody... Cody! What I'm trying to say is... If you are most concerned about looks than actual WRESTLING, you might be in for a surprise tonight... Because I am not better looking than you and quite frankly I don't care... But I have a set of skills and achievements on the line that I am not going to allow you to demerit by beating me! It is as simple as that... I hold no beef, I hold no grudges with you... HELL!!!!! You even wore these super cool Triforce Boots on your way to the ring when you were part of Legacy... That was AWESOME and I really, really loved to see you wearing them... Now I have a triforce on my Breakout title... I am not a stranger to Kane's wrongdoings... He after all took away one of my best friends and turned him over to the dark side... So fighting evil, mentally and psychiatrically WRECKED opponents isn't something new for me... I know I can't turn my back on you... I know you will use everything within your grasp to beat me and go over me... Maybe even put a paperbag over my head?
Trent reached inside his tights, pulling out a yellow paperbag out...
Trent Barreta: You know Cody... I would love to wear a paperbag after our match... You see, if you grab a scissors and cut right through the paperbag like this in a zigzagging motion...
Trent pulled out some scissors and cut the paperbag in a valley-peak fashion. Then he placed the paper bag over his head... Forehead only that is.
Trent Barreta: And you've got yourself a crown!
Trent walked around the ring with his crowned head, smiling for the fans who cheered for him, even though they were few, they were loud as hell.
Trent Barreta: This. Is. My. Time. This is my night to shine... This is my moment! I might be a kid from New York, but hell... I have been undefeated since December, I am a double champion! I am more than a dorky kid who talks about video games all the time! I know I am not the second coming of Hulk Hogan, Brother... But I can still get the job done in this ring... And whatever the outcome tonight I am coming out with my head high...
Trent raised both of his titles over his head slowly...
Trent Barreta: I am... After all... The only person in this tournament with nothing, NOTHING. NOTHING TO LOSE. Let's say Cody Rhodes loses to me... All this effort, all this hard work, getting nearly massacred with Kane's hellfire, sacrificing his dashing looks after months of continuous disappointments and loses to all sorts of opponents... If Cody loses tonight, he might as well spend the night in the dumpster... CM Punk, the man who a year ago was riding high on top of the wave... The man who has sparkled a revolution and reunited indy and mainstream wrestling fans altogether with his boldness, utter coolness and impressive ring work... Everyone is hoping for Punk to win this... Everyone wants Punk to show the world why he was the best ever PTG champ, why he deserves to have the World Title belt around his waist... He loses tonight and he has NOTHING, absolutely nothing... Last, but definitely not least comes Randy Orton... The Killer, the Viper, the youngest World Champion... SO FAR, the longest reigning EBWF World Champion, one of the most memorable Intercontinental champions of all time, the man who headlined WrestleMania a few months ago... The man who wants to get back on the horse and give it a go... If he loses? Well, if he loses he's back at square one... What I am trying to say here is... Every single one of my opponents sees this chance as a ticket to recovering themselves... They see in their minds, King of The Ring, Summerslam main event is where they ought to be... For them failure is not an option... Therefore, the neediness for victory acts as pressure.
Trent shrugged.
Trent Barreta: I lose tonight... I still keep my video game collection, I still keep a gorgeous girl by my side, I still keep two titles, a seven months winning streak and the love of the EBWF universe... If I win, I will main event my first ever PPV... That alone is an achievement... That alone deserves a round of applause from every single person in attendance tonight... Wether I win or lose at that main event tonight, I guaranDAMNtee you guys will get every penny you put in your tickets because I will blow this place through the roof with your cheers!
The crowd roared.
Trent Barreta: Punk, Punk is a man I admire... Punk is a hard worker, Punk is a warrior. Facing him in the finals tonight will be an honor... Seeing him face to face in this ring will surely make me push myself to the highest level... Pinning him would be a massive honor... Punk wasn't the reason I decided to go through this path of wrestling... The men who made me get into this are either death and forsaken for life or retired... But I look at Punk day in and day out, and he reminds me why this path I chose is the right one... What better way to hone the man who helps me believe in myself than beating him in a one on one contest? What can I say... The man motivates me! Like Mega Man II on difficult... It just begs for me to beat him, and if I ever get the chance then I go put the bar higher and go for mega buster only... If I ever get the chance to retry I go with no lifes lost... Then no damage... Punk motivates me like the freakin' hardest videogame there is to beat... He makes me think of ways of beating him in this ring what will be tattooed in everyone's retina for the rest of their lives... Punk motivates me to write my own path, to make Trenton history here in EBWF...
Trent rubbed his bearded chin.
Trent Barreta: If I don't meet with Punk on the finals it will be Randy Orton... The killer, the Viper... The man who was sitting on a throne up above all of us mortals and somehow tripfell and is desperately looking for a way back... Sadly for him this isn't a game, so there are no passwords for him to return to his former glory... He has to earn his throne again the right way, by winning this tournament. Now, wether you want to believe it or not... I am very, very, very fond of Snakes. I LOOOOVE the Metal Gear Solid games, my favorite Megaman stage and boss are Snake Man... Which leads me to believe Orton's weakness is the Needle Cannon from Needle Man... then again, I haven't beaten Needle Man and I Cannot use the Needle Cannon to beat him... The man, the killer, the legend... The youngest World Champion in history and the longest EBWF World champion... Big shoes to fill...
Trent Paused for a moment...
Trent Barreta: But instead of scaring me it motivates me... Because even if I am not as young as you were when you got yourself the World Heavyweight championship... But that doesn't mean I wouldn't make a kickass champion and why not... An even longer reigning champion than you? Randy, I am not scared about your achievements... The punts in the head that send people soaring thousands of years in the future... I am impressed, and I respect those achievements... As a matter of fact I respect them so much the best way to show my respect is to top them... And if by topping them I have to beat you, a legend killer, a legend, a killer and a viper... The so be it!!!!
The crowd cheered again.
Trent Barreta: So no matter how famous your daddy is... How long have you been wrestling in the indy circuit, how have you managed to build a bridge between mainstream and indy, how long have you held the EBWF World Title... This will come down to who wants it more... This comes down to who can talk the talk and walk the walk... What have any of you done in the past months? Beat John Cena? I beat him last week... Trust me, dudes... I know you think this is your last chance to get back in the game, but you couldn't be more unlucky to have me in this molotov cocktail mix in the tournament finals... A man who beat Super Mario Bros 3 in less than 10 minutes when he was a kid ... A man who gathered the 120 stars in Mario 64 in a single sitting... A man who earned the Big Boss emblem on every single Metal Gear Solid game, a man who has beaten every single game without losing a life, sliding or using any weapons other than the mega buster... A man who holds currently two belts here, a man who has certainly returned the belts to their former glory... A man who hasn't been pinned in seven months! A man who could beat Mr. Dream on "PunchOut!" with a hand behind his back!
Trent took a deep breath and looked straight into the camera.
Trent Barreta: A man who isn't only a gaming ace... but also a 'RASSLIN' ACE. Trenton Theodore Phillip Doyle Barreta the fourth!!!!!!! So Cody, Randy, Punk... I suggest you take a bow before your king... And soon to be EBWF World Champ!
Trenton's music hit as he jumped onto the turnbuckle and posed for the fans as the scene faded.