Post by Trent Brown on Jun 5, 2016 20:01:23 GMT -5
The scene opens to abandoned funeral home. The pain is worn and the place reeks of methanol and formaldehyde used to embalm people. The thought is anyone's mind watching this has to be who in the hell would want to film in a place like this? Either the person is brave or crazy. We soon find the answer to these questions when NAW's resident lunatic Trent Brown standing dead center in in the room. Wearing what seems to be his unofficial uniform or Jeans, white tank top and trademark black leather jacket he looks into the camera with crazed look in his eyes and begins to speak.
Trent:Welcome to the Green hills funeral home. It sits outside of Cleveland, Ohio. You don't need to know the details of why this place become in the shape it is but I will say this much the owner was found dead right next to where the body he was working on with embalming fluid in his body. Why am I here you ask? Its to show a glimpse into the future for my opponent this week Tim Stone. Time Stone you've been at this game a long time now you know how it works. If you don't you should be soon. You know this is a young man's sport and while I'm a hall of framer you're still much older then myself and much of the roster here. Your playing a losing game brother. I don’t care what kind of so called dynasty you have it can’t save your's about to get from yours truly here. If your a smart man which based off your promo's I don't see you've been watching what I do to people and know what your fate holds. Hell I'm doing both you and NAW a favor but pulling the preverbal trigger and put an end to old yeller.
An amused smirk appears across the rugged face of Trent as he finds his comments rather comical This where we see the similarity's between Trent and his cousin Danny Hawkins. Its very possible that Trent and Danny could meet up in the briefcase of choice match. While Trent would love to get his hands on Danny for what's done he know he has to keep his mind on his match with stone right now. Its as if you can see the wheels turning in the dark and twisted mind of Trent as he thinks of what to say next. Soon he finds the words to say and speaks once more.
Trent:You may have more years in this business and more experience but I have more desire and am willing to do anything and I mean anything to win. I know what your thinking? He lost to that big dumbass the Armenian Beast what makes him think he can beat me? I'm not going to make any
excuses . The big man got the better of me and I lost. You should know to never judge a book by its cover. I’m taking you out and leaving you for dead. Let the buzzards pick you clean. You really want to win? You want that briefcase? Take me out. I dare you ! Meany have tried but you see me still standing here. I'm the cockroach of NAW. You can try and gas me out, step on me or even drop a bomb on me but I'm still here and asking for me. I'm like Michael Myers you can't kill me. Thing is I sure as hell can kill you. But will I? Nah . I'm better then that. I'll just make you wish you were dead. Ask every man and even a few women that have faced me. Once you face me you’re never the same again. What else can I compare myself to? I'm the grim reaper. Only I take a part of your soul. I leave the rest so they can suffer. Do you really think you can rise up against that? That remains to be seen . Then again I like good challenge. Makes it all the more sweeter when I see the look shock on their face when I leave them a broken mangled mess.
A dark and sinister laugh escapes the lips of Trent as he thinks of what he plans to do to Tim Stone. Call it a sick hobby but Trent enjoys wrecking people's bodies. In some sick sense its almost therapeutic for him. He truly is madman. Without Katherine to hold him back he’s a loaded gun ready to blow and destroy whatever it hits. After some time has passed Trent looks back into the camera and speaks to his opponent before ending the video.
Trent: So you see Stone I can't be beat like a normal man. If you want to win you have to damn near kill me. I want you to make me bleed, I want you to make me suffer. I'm just sick like that. I live the taste of my own blood. I’m going to the briefcase of choice match .There's not a damn thing you or anyone can do about it. I've been waiting for the right time to make my move . Biding my time. Well that wait is over. I'm done waiting in the wings. I'm going to end what's left of your career and put you out to pasture. With any luck maybe NAW will put you in the hall of fame. I can make all the lam ass jokes I want but the truth is I want this more then you do. You've had success before and come from I'm sure a well off family. Now you face the crazy SOB from the streets of Cleaved. But Hey that's the way I like. I've always been the underdog and always will be. I don't mind getting a little dirty and that's what's going to happen when I have your blood on my hands. In closing all I have to say is Good luck cause that's the only thing that will be on your side.
And with those last words the screen goes to black.
scene fades.