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Post by Osh Vaughan on Jul 8, 2023 12:22:28 GMT
PG13 vs Trent Darby
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Post by PG-13 on Jul 14, 2023 10:52:35 GMT
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Post by Trent Darby on Jul 15, 2023 16:49:10 GMT
usual helpful color coding: Only one person really speaking here in part one, but for the sake of clarity: plum is Trent
“For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.”
Our scene opens not with a picture but with a paraphrased quote of Newton’s third rule of motion. As a picture finally starts to take focus in a mind’s eye a lone man is seated outside what seems to be a motel chain that quite charitably might be classified as ‘C-tier’, his knees drawn up towards his chest and staring out blankly towards the slow-moving ebb of traffic that passes by every so often. For a truly rare occurrence, it seems to be mid-afternoon instead of dead of night which had so far proven to be the heavily tattooed man’s preferred time of day to do anything that required more effort than bare existence. Every so often there is a hint of activity, the soft rumble of a car that was somewhere passing by just out of eyeshot. The bark of a dog that was being walked down the street by an owner that was doing their best to take no notice of the heavily tattooed man in tattered clothes and heavy dreadlocks that was sitting silently outside of a cheap-looking motel. The casual chirping of birds overhead as they fought over breadcrumbs and seeds dropped generously from bystanders who were spending their afternoon leisurely without a care in the world, truly oblivious as to how lucky they were in comparison. They didn’t have to deal with the resident monster of the week.
A blissful calm before the story that was set to take place on the upcoming edition of Combat. But, as unfortunate as it was it was an inconvenient truth that nothing good can last forever, or as long as you ever want it to. ”I woke up today, just a couple of days out from Combat again and I woke up conflicted. This ain’t anything new at this point man, I ain’t a guy who likes to repeat himself and it seems like I’ve said something along those same lines these past few weeks but after this past Combat I’ve had a lot on my mind about what happened, and what’s going to happen. PG, man I got a lot of things I gotta get off my chest when it comes to you specifically and I’ll do that shortly but there’s a bigger picture that I would feel amiss about if I didn’t mention it. See, this past week should have been a good one for me, man. Trent Darby, Xavier Lux Hardcore Uprising championship on the line and we went out there and put on a hell of a show even if Xavier doesn’t want to admit it. Don’t necessarily blame him, mind if the entire viewing audience watched me get pinned not once but twice by a ‘no name nobody’ like me if I had a resume like his, I wouldn’t want to come out and admit it to just anybody either."
Of course, this was a rather generous take on what had happened the week prior seeing as there had been no official pinfall that occurred outside of the one that he had both pinned and been pinned by his opponent which led to the announcement of the upcoming triple threat at the next Combat pay-per0view, but if you consider the pinfall that had the crowd doing the referee’s job as a ‘pin’ then it was not technically a false statement. In any case at this oment Trent drops his head low towards his chest and clasps his hands together, getting a bit lost in thought.
“There’s a lot of things I want to say man, and not much time to say it, and there are some things I don’t know the correct format to address some of these thoughts I’ve had after word got out. But for now man, I just want to spend a few moments here on a nice July afternoon to sit here, and just kind of verbally work out my thoughts out loud, you get me? See PG, I don’t know what it is man, there are a few things you said were just dead wrong to the point where I have to question if you had me confused with another Trent somewhere along the lines and nobody was brave enough to correct your mistake, but if I am going to tout myself as the last honest man in pro wrestling than I have to admit to a truth that I would rather not admit, and that is you did get a few things right about me big man,” He trails off, it is unapparent if he even knows if it is intentional at this point or if this was done for dramatic effect, in any case when he speaks again it’s a short retort of three simple words.
“It irks me.”
It was said with finality, with the same air of gravity of saying that the sky was blue or that the weather was going to be clear through the weekend. Moreso looking for something to keep his hands occupied than anything else, Trent goes from sweeping some of his dreads out of the view of his eyes to rubbing his hands together
“I do my best to live as an honest man, but that doesn’t mean that I am a perfect man. See like anybody out there I have flaws, vices, problems but at the end of the day unlike some people I can admit to them. Pride is the original sin and I’m not going to sit here and say that I’m ashamed that I do strive to hold myself up to a certain standard, a standard that keeps being swept away from me by a certain three hundred pound gorilla taking the rug out from under my feet.” There’s a scowl that has started to form on his face at this moment, and it shouldn’t take a handful of guesses to figure out who the gorilla was in this metaphor. “See…I work hard man. Maybe up to this point my IIW career hasn’t been perfect, I haven’t gone undefeated like some guys. I’m not a former Global champion. But there is no way an honest man could watch what happened the last time the two of us were in a ring together, and said I got to this level through underhanded means. That I didn’t work my ass off for the better part of going on seven years now, and not deserve the opportunities I was given. I should have been the one to win at Civil Unrest. I should have been the one to face Andre Cash last week, and I know, it doesn’t matter if anyone else wants to admit it, I know deep down in my gut that just like I should be the Hard Rising champion instead of Xavier, I, not you, should be the IIW Television champion right now.”
For most of his speech to this point, he had spoken in a calm, almost too laid back matter-of-fact tone but as the memory of what happened last week on Combat comes back to mind, and then to Civil Unrest before that his tone had taken on a sharper tint to it, his scowl hardening to the point it took Trent a moment to realize he had been gritting his teeth in annoyance at the bad memories. Rubbing his lower jaw tenderly, Trent closes his eyes and seems to be doing his best to will himself back to his normal state of being before with a small scoff and a wry smile, opens his eyes once again.
“Heh....But y'know that’s all alright man, see after last week when you decided to put your hands on me and our third wheel Xavier, all that happened was they gave me the chance at the next Combat pay-per-view to right these wrongs and claim the prizes that should have been mine already. But that’s all in the future man, the more pressing matter is what’s going to happen this upcoming week, when we meet one-on-one on Combat for the right to decide what setting our date with the devil at the next big show will be competed under. The way I…” Trent trains off again, but this seems a little different from the last time he seemed to trail off mid-sentence judging by the quizzical look that briefly flashes over his face before quickly attempting to switch back to his usual laid back stone-faced demeanor, and gives a small shrug.
“I will say this, man: You do live up to your destroyer nickname. PG-13: the destroyer, PG-13, the behemoth. You come in, you throw Andre Cash, win the TV title. Main event, you come in, throw me around, throw around Xavier Lux, throw around the two referees before they can get everything sorted and confirm I had in fact pinned Xavier first and they could give me the belts, and like I said earlier at first I was upset. Still am, kinda truth to me told,” said once again with a small shrug. An honest man has to tell the truth, and a week was not nearly long enough to forgive the slight that had taken place. “But then man, it struck me. And the more I sit here, thinking about what’s going to take place this Friday, the things that we’re going to do to each other, the more I realize you’re exactly what I needed man.”
Something that had very rarely happened up to this point takes place: Trent Darby actually smiled, quickly sweeping a hand through his hair again before gesturing aimlessly at the empty air around him. “Don’t know why I didn’t see it before, man but as we live and breathe the scales are falling from my eyes. See, ever sense I arrived here in IIW I’ve just been riding the waves man, going wherever the winds take me, not striving for anything, not making any demands, not trying to stick my neck out to far in case it gets chopped off. But because of that I had allowed myself to be complacent in the way things had been going for me. The human mind can be a tricky thing, but at the end of the day we are basic animals. Some times the easiest way to get someone to refocus themselves is to put a carrot on a stick and dangle it in front of them. See, I may not have much when it comes to just name recognition, but a guy who calls himself the destroyer? A guy who goes around and bullies people, demolishing any and everyone who gets in his way? Someone who was actually the top champion for a period of time? You, my friend are the great white whale that I had been waiting for.”
Getting to his feet and very briefly dusting loose debris off from the stoop where he had been seated, Trent starts to walk off without another word but pauses, one foot on the bottom step that leads towards the front door of the motel he had been staying in for the last few nights, his head tilted up towards the sky. The moments lings, unmoving just long enough for one to wonder if something had gone wrong, or if he was waiting for something before with one last shake of his head Trent continues towards the door, quietly mumbling under his breathe:
“Everything that should already be mine is still within grasp, you get what I mean? Now, what happens when we meet this Friday on Combat man, all of that is just a trailer for what’s to come. When we meet this Friday, like it or not man just like everyone else I’ve had to face so far, in the end you will be forced to face that Trent Darby, the last honest man in pro wrestling is not someone who will just be paved over. And Trent Darby is here to stay.
“Everything leads to that golden road.”
gdocs clocks in at 2k. all I can say is I did my best. maaaaaybe 1 of 2? Its planned but work picked up out of nowhere so who can say
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