The time for games was over very long ago. Long gone where the days where he was a video game obsessed goof. But apparently, people had a hard time forgetting that. The EBWF locker room continued time and time again belittling him and mocking him for his obsession. It seemed as if winning the Money in the Bank ladder match wasn't enough to earn respect from his wrestling peers. Sure, he had a World Title shot under his arm... But to some people he was still a button mashing nerd. Something didn't feel quite right... He needed the EBWF's respect, and he was going to take it, just like he took that Briefcase a few weeks back. No matter what it took, Trent? was on a mission to show the EBWF Universe what he was made of..
The Big O: ARE YOU NUTS!?!?!?
Trent?'s corpulent friend waved his arms up and down as the loud tone of his voice echoed around Mr. Money in the Bank's locker room. Trent? sat on one of the wooden cubicles, already wearing his black wrestling tights with neon stripes and black wrestling boots. His red T-shirt depicted him and Abraham Lincoln riding a Giraffe. Willy Wonka's looked at The Big O with a smug smirk from Trent?'s kneepad. Trent? ran a hand along his black locks of hair, holding them in a ponytail as he stared at the Big O... He didn't reply to his question.
The Big O: Let me get this straight. You brought me here to help you out... To watch your back... And now you want me gone?
Trent? shook his head.
Trent?: I don't want you gone... I just... There's something I have to do... And I have to do it by Myself.
The Big O: You know the only reason why Paul Heyman and The Shield won't come close to you? Because...
Trent? stood up and shook his head.
Trent?: I want the answer to that question to be... "Because they know they can't mess with me. Because they have to be INSANE if they wanted to cross my path". Listen man, I appreciate what you have done for me... I appreciate the fact you watch my back... But I can't coward behind you and Zack for the rest of my life... Do you see that?
Trent? pointed at the Iron Man painted briefcase which held a contract for a World Title opportunity whenever he wanted.
Trent?: That means I have to fight my own battles... I won it by my own means... And for damn sure I am going to cash it in and win the World Championship by my own means! Sure, I might not be as big and intimidating as you are...
The Big O: The hell you ain't! But that shouldn't stop you from keeping people away from your O-Zone. You know, I've known you for years Trent, and I completely understand where you're coming from... And I couldn't be more proud of you.
The Big O patted Trent? on the back and smiled.
Trent?: I have to do this with my bare hands... I have to show the world what I am made of. I have to prove that I deserve to be Mr. Money In The Bank! And what a better way to start than by beating Drew McIntyre tonight!
The Big O: Drew? Is he still here?
Trent?: Honestly, I don't know... Last thing I knew is he was still doing time. Apparently the EBWF allows him to wrestle, for it lowers his aggressiveness when he's in reclusion. Sure... I've never faced an inmate before... A man with a criminal record...
The Big O: Unless you count Jack Swagger's "Weed the people" problems... Does it worry you?
Trent?: At first it did. I mean... I don't even know what he ever did to get himself in jail, in the maximum security ward... That gets to you man! But then I realized that if he wants to win, He has to play by the rules and outwrestle me... So if you take that into account, he's just another guy. He's bigger than me, though.
The Big O: He might be bigger than you are, but don't let that get to you Trent! You've beaten bigger, heavier men on your EBWF career. Didn't you beat John Cena at one point during your career?
Trent?: Twice.
The Big O: And he's quite bigger and stronger than Drew. And you weren't even on your finest moment when you beat Cena... Now it is pretty safe to say you're on top of the wave...
Trent?: Surfer reference.
The Big O: What about it?
Trent?: Reminds me of Tyler Reks.
The Big O: Didn't you beat him, too?
Trent?: Yeah.
The Big O: See? The fact he's bigger than you is not a problem! You just have to jump higher if you want to chip his sweet tooth.
Trent? patted his Willy Wonka kneepad.
Trent?: Now you know why I chose my Wonka gear today. But I don't think I want to end it with a Gobstopper. I've been digging out from my NYCW repertoire... Remember my Craddle back-to-belly Piledriver? The Boss saw it the other day and said: Woah! That looks good! Have you considered calling it the Up, Down, Left, Right Slam?
The Big O: No buttons on the name?
Trent?: Eh, Wes isn't much of a gamer... But that was one hell of an idea. That is why I decided to finish tonight's match by driving McIntyre face first onto the canvas.
Trent? and the Big O fistbumped as the scene faded to black.
