“I had a super duper cool segment about
kings I look up to... Kings in videogames and... General mumbo jumbo... I was
super happy and super pumped to be on the King of the Ring tournament... I was
looking forward to my opponents, but more than that... I wanted to prove
myself... Last year I ended on the final four, and this year I want to claim
what is rightfully mine... The World Title.”
The scene opened up inside a room... Lots
of videogame memorabilia was carefully placed everywhere. Hundreds of game cartridges
rested on the shelves, next to a portrait of the beautiful AJ Lee... By now you
should’ve concluded what room did the scene take place. Yup. Trent?’s own room
back in Mt. Sinai, New York. Trent laid back on the bed with a black “TRENT?”
T-shirt and Jorts which he has worn for days, hoping John Cena would
miraculously possess him during his matches at the tournament.
Trent?: Then... I found out I was facing
Curt Hawkins, yet again. If God does exist... He has some weird sense of humor.
Trent sat up on the bed and looked
straight into the camera.
Trent?: If I am a king-to-be, I will have
to be ready for anything... Literally anything right?
There was silence.
Trent?: You can talk Cameraman... I won’t
ignore you, or super kick you like Lance Storm.
Cameraman: Really?
Trent?: Positive.
Cameraman: Yes, you have to be ready for
anything and anyone...
Trent?: Don’t be silly... Zangief or M.
Bison aren’t in the tournament, Majin Buu, Cell, Frieza, Gary Oak, Team Rocket...
Cameraman: I’m going to assume those are
videogame characters?
Trent?: You know what? This isn’t working
out... I’ll just keep on mumbling to myself and you do your work...
Cameraman: B-bu-but...
Trent?: Sorry, game over! Anyway... Once
I learned Curt Hawkins will be my opponent at the first round of King of the
Ring... A lot of things popped up in my mind.
Trent? was now sitting on the edge of his
bed, his black hair held up in a ponytail as he looked into the camera.
Trent?: After all... Curt Hawkins has
been there on every sweet moment of my career... He used to drive me to Wrestling
school when my mom was busy... He was there the night I debuted at NYWC... We have been
tag team champions... We've bunked... We spend our first pay day together with Zack...
Trent? smiled as he held a portrait of
the young original dudebusters on his hand. The three amigos looked young and happy. Trent? was in between Zack and Curt, who always protected him for being younger.
Trent?: Sadly, Curt hasn’t always been on
my side on the sweet moments... It was him who I pinned at WrestleMania to
become Breakout Champion...
Trent? gazed at the belt shelf at the
entrance to his room... Of course it wasn’t as loaded as The Rock’s or any
other starts... But his NYWC Hi-Fi and World Title were there, his EBWF Two Tag
Team Titles as well, and his Triforce Breakout championship... There was still
plenty of space for a young athlete like him.
Trent?: Eversince... Curt Hawkins has
spent every ounce of life left in him to destroy me... And today I am here to
confess... That to some extent he succeeded...
Trent? lowered his head as his tone
lowered a little.
Trent?: Not only because he almost cost me the love of the ever beautiful AJ... He twisted me and molded me
within his hands like a piece of clay... He fooled me into believing he was turning over a new leaf... And just when I have managed to begin
picking up the pieces and piecing my life back together... This happens.
Trent? was losing it... He ran his hands over his black locks of hair, undoing the ponytail.
Trent?: Let me
tell you something, I am NOT that same goofy kid Curt Hawkins pushed around and
fooled into doing whatever he wanted. When Hawkins pushed me off the ledge...
He made me discover a secret, dark place I don’t usually go to... And I’m sure
as hell no living thing would want to go there either.... The thing is... Going
there is what usually has helped me overcome the odds and beat Hawkins every
time... Going to that dark place... That place Curt Hawkins dug up himself.
Trent? continued gazing at the portrait.
Trent?: I try hard to control it...
Whenever it comes out I do my best... I don’t want anyone to get hurt... But I
have to admit it gets harder every time. I am going to be extremely honest with
you guys... There is not a thing in the world I crave most for than to prove
myself, and what better way to do so than by winning the tournament I should’ve
won last year... We would’ve had a summer of Trent? instead a summer of Punk...
That sounds hard to believe... But that dark place is greatly fuelled by the fact I wasted last summer at the hands of people who got in between me and my goals...
Trent? smiled.
Trent?: But you know, I wonder what might
have been had I discovered this dark place inside of me last year... Would I
have been able to foresee the attack which decimated me prior to my match with
Cody Rhodes? Would I have been able to tell Rhodes was going to use his mask to
knock me out? There’s no time to cry over spilled milk, specially when I have a
shot at getting what was rightfully mine last year... Becoming King of the
Ring.
Trent?'s hands held the portrait up as he looked at the young Dudebusters. A sigh escaped his mouth.
Trent?: It ends on Sunday night. This is the last time I EVER hurt a friend... Maybe what I did at WrestleMania was wrong. Maybe I've brought all this to myself... But what's done it's done... I've seen Curt Hawkins... He's doomed... He has gone past a point of no return... There is not an ounce of dudebuster DNA in him anymore.
Trent? dropped the portrait, watching it fall onto the floor. The glass shattered as Trent? looked at the broken glass over the youngsters in the picture.
Trent?: Just like Frankenstein's monster killed his creator... I am bound to do what I must to stop Curt Hawkins once and for all. I'm not going to kill him... But he will see the dark place he created inside me...
Trent? closed his eyes as the scene faded to black.