Obliviate.
Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2015 9:15 pm
The scene opened up backstage, our heroes sat comfortably on a leather couch, side by side, Trent had an XBox controller on his hands. Buttons being mashed was the only sound that filled the room, while Lance Storm stared at the screen, his usually insightful and focused look on his face. Trent wore a backwards black cap, a white TRENT? T-shirt and black denim pants. Lance was wearing a white T-shirt and jeans.
Lance Storm: So, Basically they are Big, enormous, steroid-reeking, bad tempered, moronic guys, clad in oversized useless armors... Right?
Trent: Sounds about right.
Lance Storm: How do they even crawl, jump, move around with the required dexterity looking like hulking troglodytes and wearing sturdy armors?
Trent shrugged, the camera slowly circled around the scene, now shooting behind The Gaming Ace and one half of the Thrillseekers. Trenton was indeed playing a game about bulky men in sturdy armors, a famours shooting game.
Lance Storm: What's the name of this Nintendo again?
Trent: Gears of War.
Lance Storm: I am not a fan of Nintendos, but this game does remind me of the sons of the Road Warriors...
Trent paused the game. He looked at Lance and let out a sigh.
Trent: Yeah... their sons. Hey, weren't se supposed to have an interview?
Lance nodded.
Lance Storm: I am glad that Nintendo hasn't make you lose all contact with your surroundings. Yes, an Interviewer shall arrive shortly... But I won't be here by then
Trent: What?
Lance Storm: You know, I'm a little tired after the massive Media coverage I gave our WrestleMania match... I don't think I will be in at a hundred percent to concede an interview.
Trent: Why do you say such things?
Lance Storm: Don't worry, I will be back in time for the match... I just need to go do something really important.
Trent: What could be more important than badmouthing an incompetent EBWF announcer and superkicking a camera?
Lance Storm: PLENTY OF THINGS TRENT! PLENTY OF THINGS! FOR FUCK'S SAKE, WILL YOU GET OFF MY BACK FOR A MOMENT?
Lance bolted out of the couch and looked at Trent.
Lance Storm: Look, I know you're capable of doing this... Think of this as a test! I need you to take the Reigns tonight and show the world who we are! Take the Reigns Trent! Take. The. Reigns.
Lance began walking towards the exit, reaching out to grab his cape.
Trent: Didn't know you wore a cape!
Lance Storm: What the hell are you talking about? Capes are quintessential parts of my attires! They're like Bikehandle mustaches are to Hulk Hogan, or paying alimony to Ric Flair!
As Lance tied his cape around his neck, a ticket to a Harry Potter convention fell onto the floor. Trent picked it up and flashed it at Lance.
Trent: I am usually the one who does reckless things, and I know you said you'd be back by the time we have a match... But do you think you should be attending a Harry P...
Lance swiftly reached out for a stick in his pocket and pointed it at Trent.
Lance Storm: Obliviate!
Lance snapped the ticket out of Trent's hands and hurriedly exited the room, leaving Trent Puzzled. A familiar voice could be heard coming from the hallway.
Michael Cole: Hey Lance! Ready for your interv...
Lance Storm: PETRIFICUS TOTALUS!
Michael Cole: I beg your pardon?
A loud thud was heard afterwards, presumably from a superkick which Cole was victim of. Lance's head poked through the doorway where Trent was.
Lance Storm: Yeah, Michael Cole ran into my foot on his way here, you're going to have to wing it without him. Bye!
Trent looked at the camera and nodded his head. He let out a soft sigh as he set the controller down.
Trent: So, basically the Ascension are the newest dogs on the yard. They are big, they are buff, they are intimidating, and probably fun to be around... Trashing places, shouting at all times... Guys, whoever is selling you steroids doesn't seem like a straight shooter! I'd watch my back if I were you...
Words from Lance Storm echoed in Trent's mind.
Lance Storm: Take the reigns!
Trent: So, prescription drugs aside. Are you humongous? Absolutely. Strong? You bet! Do you stand a fighting chance? I am afraid you don't. You see, as big and buff as you are I have seen bigger and beaten buffer men than you... I am a freaking Grand Slam champion, I OWN the Tag Team Division when I please... I've had bigger meals than you two in my weekend barbecues! Don't let our sizes fool you! Lance and I work cohesively as a unit, like ketchup and mustard, like Mario and Luigi...
Lance's words continued echoing inside Trent's mind.
Lance Storm: Take the reigns! The Reigns! Reigns! Take Reigns!
Trent shook his head.
Trent: Hm, I don't know why Lance wanted me to tell stupid stories and superman punch your faces to whatever basement you crawled out of... But here it goes! Once upon a time there were 2 big bad dudes, who walked into an empty house in the holidays, because they wanted to rob it. Little did they know young Trenton lived there and when they met him they got kneed in the face, superkicked in the jaw and crunchied against the floor... BEELIEEVE THAT!
Trent rubbed the back of his head. He stared into the camera and shook his head.
Trent: Boy, no wonder why no one likes that dude... Long story short, Lance and I are going to beat your asses harder than your Parents Hawk and Road Warrior did when they found out you stole their gear and makeup! All it will take is connecting my knee to your faces, and it'll be raining teeth by then... Jackpot.
Trent smirked as the scene faded to black.
Lance Storm: So, Basically they are Big, enormous, steroid-reeking, bad tempered, moronic guys, clad in oversized useless armors... Right?
Trent: Sounds about right.
Lance Storm: How do they even crawl, jump, move around with the required dexterity looking like hulking troglodytes and wearing sturdy armors?
Trent shrugged, the camera slowly circled around the scene, now shooting behind The Gaming Ace and one half of the Thrillseekers. Trenton was indeed playing a game about bulky men in sturdy armors, a famours shooting game.
Lance Storm: What's the name of this Nintendo again?
Trent: Gears of War.
Lance Storm: I am not a fan of Nintendos, but this game does remind me of the sons of the Road Warriors...
Trent paused the game. He looked at Lance and let out a sigh.
Trent: Yeah... their sons. Hey, weren't se supposed to have an interview?
Lance nodded.
Lance Storm: I am glad that Nintendo hasn't make you lose all contact with your surroundings. Yes, an Interviewer shall arrive shortly... But I won't be here by then
Trent: What?
Lance Storm: You know, I'm a little tired after the massive Media coverage I gave our WrestleMania match... I don't think I will be in at a hundred percent to concede an interview.
Trent: Why do you say such things?
Lance Storm: Don't worry, I will be back in time for the match... I just need to go do something really important.
Trent: What could be more important than badmouthing an incompetent EBWF announcer and superkicking a camera?
Lance Storm: PLENTY OF THINGS TRENT! PLENTY OF THINGS! FOR FUCK'S SAKE, WILL YOU GET OFF MY BACK FOR A MOMENT?
Lance bolted out of the couch and looked at Trent.
Lance Storm: Look, I know you're capable of doing this... Think of this as a test! I need you to take the Reigns tonight and show the world who we are! Take the Reigns Trent! Take. The. Reigns.
Lance began walking towards the exit, reaching out to grab his cape.
Trent: Didn't know you wore a cape!
Lance Storm: What the hell are you talking about? Capes are quintessential parts of my attires! They're like Bikehandle mustaches are to Hulk Hogan, or paying alimony to Ric Flair!
As Lance tied his cape around his neck, a ticket to a Harry Potter convention fell onto the floor. Trent picked it up and flashed it at Lance.
Trent: I am usually the one who does reckless things, and I know you said you'd be back by the time we have a match... But do you think you should be attending a Harry P...
Lance swiftly reached out for a stick in his pocket and pointed it at Trent.
Lance Storm: Obliviate!
Lance snapped the ticket out of Trent's hands and hurriedly exited the room, leaving Trent Puzzled. A familiar voice could be heard coming from the hallway.
Michael Cole: Hey Lance! Ready for your interv...
Lance Storm: PETRIFICUS TOTALUS!
Michael Cole: I beg your pardon?
A loud thud was heard afterwards, presumably from a superkick which Cole was victim of. Lance's head poked through the doorway where Trent was.
Lance Storm: Yeah, Michael Cole ran into my foot on his way here, you're going to have to wing it without him. Bye!
Trent looked at the camera and nodded his head. He let out a soft sigh as he set the controller down.
Trent: So, basically the Ascension are the newest dogs on the yard. They are big, they are buff, they are intimidating, and probably fun to be around... Trashing places, shouting at all times... Guys, whoever is selling you steroids doesn't seem like a straight shooter! I'd watch my back if I were you...
Words from Lance Storm echoed in Trent's mind.
Lance Storm: Take the reigns!
Trent: So, prescription drugs aside. Are you humongous? Absolutely. Strong? You bet! Do you stand a fighting chance? I am afraid you don't. You see, as big and buff as you are I have seen bigger and beaten buffer men than you... I am a freaking Grand Slam champion, I OWN the Tag Team Division when I please... I've had bigger meals than you two in my weekend barbecues! Don't let our sizes fool you! Lance and I work cohesively as a unit, like ketchup and mustard, like Mario and Luigi...
Lance's words continued echoing inside Trent's mind.
Lance Storm: Take the reigns! The Reigns! Reigns! Take Reigns!
Trent shook his head.
Trent: Hm, I don't know why Lance wanted me to tell stupid stories and superman punch your faces to whatever basement you crawled out of... But here it goes! Once upon a time there were 2 big bad dudes, who walked into an empty house in the holidays, because they wanted to rob it. Little did they know young Trenton lived there and when they met him they got kneed in the face, superkicked in the jaw and crunchied against the floor... BEELIEEVE THAT!
Trent rubbed the back of his head. He stared into the camera and shook his head.
Trent: Boy, no wonder why no one likes that dude... Long story short, Lance and I are going to beat your asses harder than your Parents Hawk and Road Warrior did when they found out you stole their gear and makeup! All it will take is connecting my knee to your faces, and it'll be raining teeth by then... Jackpot.
Trent smirked as the scene faded to black.