Choice?

Trent walked along the backstage halls with a black hoodie cloaking his facial features... He reached in front of a door which read "Trent". Sighing, he reached out for a pen marker and scribbled a question mark next to his name... He turned the doorknob with an open palm and made his way into the locker room with the camera behind him. Trent almost stopped as he saw the beautiful Maryse in his locker room, yet again... He nodded a little, his facial expression was cold, serious, like a sphinx.

Trent?: You... It's been a while since I last saw you... Did you end up licking my locker room?

The gorgeous blond rose an eyebrow with one hand rested upon her hip while the other rubbed at the side of her head.

Maryse: I'm..not sure what that meant. Anyway. This is very serious. I need to show you something.

She slipped her way on over and placed a comforting hand on one of his shoulders.

Maryse: Sit down. Please.

Trent stook a step back and looked at her.

Trent?: I'm through playing games, blondie... You might want to cut through the chase. You've been on and off, popping here at random and then leaving... Who do you think you are, Protoman?

Trent looked at the blonde French Canadian Diva, she seemed like she was all business... He decided to give her a chance and sit on his coach, looking at her.

Trent?: Make it quick, toots... I have two huge matches tonight!

Maryse: Very well.

Maryse seemed oddly low-key and not at all like her usual boisterous attitude. She calmly stepped over to a dvd player placed in the room, typically to research matches and such, and slid in a disk. The screen came to live with footage of A.J. Lee and Curt Hawkins from a few weeks ago that took place in her locker room. It showed A.J. with her legs wrapped around Hawkins' waist in a steamy embrace. They were ready to kixx when A.J. spoke.

A.J. Lee: I love you.

This footage had been significantly tampered with. The part where A.J. turned down her advances towards Hawkins was removed and her declaration of love towards Trent had been edited to one directed at Hawkins.

Maryse: You don't want to see the rest.

Maryse pressed the eject button. She turned towards Trent? and frowned.

Maryse: I'm sorry. I'm really sorry you saw that. But as your friend I wouldn't feel right if it was kept from you...

Trent's? glassy eyes were fixed on the screen as AJ and Curt demonstrated their affection for each other... He remained silent, his eyes still staring at the black screen once Maryse had turned it off. Trent? Could only come out with the word...

Trent?: Why?

He then turned his attention to Maryse, completely taken aback with the latest revelations. Maryse had lowered her head in a solemn manner.

Maryse: You need to get ready for your matches. If you need anything, come find me. I'll be here for you.

Maryse had decided to leave Trent? be during this trying time and let her hands grace his shoulder again as she made her way out of the locker room... Trent?'s hand reached for her wrist as he rose from the seat he was in, he stared into her hazel colored eyes, breathing heavily. His hand reached out to pull the hoodie off his head, his hand brushed her platinum locks of hair aside, brushing her skin with the back of his fingers.

Trent?: I don't know how to thank you for being honest with me...

Maryse: You don't have to say anything.

Maryse leaned forward and placed a pair of her fingers against the former Dudebuster's lips. She hushed a few soft words into one of his ears.

Maryse: You deserve so much better.

Trent? pulled back, he couldn't take it anymore and chose to leave the Blonde goddess behind as he walked through the door of his locker room, outside was Todd Grisham waiting.

Todd Grisham: Trent?

Trent?: Thanks for pronouncing my name correctly, question mark and all.

Todd Grisham: Trent? How do you feel about the Rumble Match?

Trent?: Eh, okay I guess... However, my match with the Miz before will probably take too much of a toll on me. I will try as much as possible to make a name for myself... You know, what I've been doing since everyone thought it was cool to bug me... Any videogame joke would be answered with a knee across the face.

Todd Grisham: Do you think Miz will go all out tonight?

Trent?: He's selfish, He'd change his name to Miz Ikeda if he could. Mizfare, Miz's Rumble, MizBWF... He probably wants to keep his IC title belt and Win The Rumble, then Interfere on the Main Event, Cash in his Miz in the Bank briefcase and win the World Title... But between you and me... He'd be lucky enough if he is able to WALK out of the ring after I am done with him. Last week I said I was going to beat him, which I did... You could say I've got his number and while he has been talking and talking with Jimmy Neutron...

Todd Grisham: Fallon!

Trent?: Yeah, Phallus... Whatever. While he has been playing the huge star on national TV, I have been thinking on how good that Intercontinental belt would look around my waist... And more specifically on what I need to do in order to walk out of the rumble as the Intercontinental Champion.

Todd Grisham: And what would that be?

Trent?: A Gameshark across his face, a gobstopper that sends his teeth all the way down to his cardia... You know, the bottom of the stomach... Last week a Dudebuster DDT was more than enough.

Todd Grisham: So, you're basically giving up the rumble to become Intercontinental Champion?

Trent?: What? No... A hunter can't go after two rabbits at the same time... I've already had a shot at the World Title and I came up short. I don't want to be like DiBiase, Miz or Anderson... Who look worn out after every title shot they flush down the toilet. My first match is the Intercontinental Title match, where I will be at a hundred percent...  I come out at number 12 in the Rumble... A match with Rock, Haitch, Edge, Orton... Mega Stars. Funny how you put it Todd... Last year I was a delusional rookie who couldn't get through his thick head he had a long way to become a Rumble Winner, this year I am giving up the Rumble? It is called being realistic... But I don't expect anyone in EBWF to know what being real means. Not you, not that pompous Miz... Not my so called best friend Zack Ryder, not my good """friend""" Curt Hawkins... No one! Todd, the Intercontinental Title shot is a gift that has fallen onto my lap, and unlike those loudmouth MTV dropout crappy presenters who drop titles at WrestleMania and every other big match... I am not going to waste a chance this big.

Todd Grisham: Does the fact you beat The Miz last week on Warfare plays on your side?

Trent?: I know what I have to do to beat him, if that's what you mean. If you mean to ask if I feel I come into the match with an advantage... That's quite not the case. Sure, I'm much more down to Earth, I have come to my senses and realized that the world is not a huge videogame... Miz already thinks he is the star of some Miz Movie we're all part of. I wonder how many Gobstoppers would suffice for him to realize that I am better than him? Tonight after I am done with The Miz... My brand new Intercontinental Title will read: TRENT?

Trent smirked as the scene faded to black