Post by TGO on Feb 28, 2014 22:47:58 GMT -5
~As I’ve lied awake the past couple of nights I’ve thought about a lot of things. The first thing I’ve thought about is why exactly Trevor is here in the OCW. There is a plethora of different reasons why he could be here, the first being that Trevor is planning yet another hostile takeover of the OCW. Then I have to remember that if that was indeed the case then he would have sought out Mario Maurako, that wannabe, and teamed up with him to take OCW out once and for all. I think the real answer to the reason why he’s here, Dean himself hit it right on the head. His legacy. We’re all aware of the history that Trevor has here in the OCW so I don’t need to bore you with the specifics. Another thing that I’ve thought about is why the fuck has Victor Slade not shown his face to the OCW fans this week. If he’s anything like Trevor or myself, he doesn’t really give a flying shit about the fans. The obvious reason is that he’s scared. He’s scared to face a living legend. I’m pretty sure that this will be a trend going forward for everyone who is set to face Trevor “The Great One” Kent. Speaking of scared, if I was Cynthia Kent, I would be terrified. I can’t wait to see how much Trevor slaps that bitch around…~
*The scene fades into the same busy street that we last left TGO on as he comes to a screeching halt, parking the silver Dodge Viper and exiting rapidly. TGO opens the car door quickly, as a Mercedes C class narrowly escapes taking the door off of the hinges. Trevor steps out from the vehicle still clad in the same clothes that we left him in last, let me be more specific this time, a blue slim cut tailored Burberry suit with a white shirt underneath the suit jacket as a black and light blue Burberry check tie caps off the attire aside from a pair of non-descript black patent shoes with a silver buckle that go towards the outside of the shoe. TGO, now sunglasses-less quickly turns around and makes sure that he hasn’t lost his target.*
TGO: CYNTHIA!
*The lady who Trevor has spotted as his supposed dead ex-wife turns back to see who called her name with slight hesitation, her dirty blonde locks twisting behind her as she snaps her head back. She stands there in shock for a brief moment, as both individuals lock eyes, the black clutch purse that she had in her right hand drops to the ground as sheer surprise has overtaken her as a fight or flight gleam in her eyes appears.*
TGO: Don’t think about it, Cynthia…
*That’s all the opportunity that she needs as Cynthia clearly says “Oh, shit...” and dashes off in the opposite direction as her estranged husband. For a woman wearing five inch heels, she is moving rather speedily, the red bottoms of her shoes apparent as she runs. A look of pure frustrations overcomes the facial features of TGO as he hangs his head.*
TGO: I’m way too old for this shit…
*That being said, TGO takes off in a dead sprint following his ex-wife down the busy hipster streets. As he approaches Cynthia, she is running into the hipsters who are walking out of the trendy restaurants, pushing them to the side and some into the direct path of her follower. As she approaches the same crosswalk that Trevor initially spotted her at her heel of one of her Christian Louboutin’s catches on a hole that is in a manhole cover. It snaps quickly as she takes a tumble onto the sidewalk, using her hands to catch her fall as she slides a bit on her hands and knees. This gives TGO enough time to catch his apparently fast ex-wife. As he catches up with her he slows down to a methodical slow walk, much like what he does in the ring when he is stalking his prey. Cynthia now has turned onto her backside, trying to take off the broken shoe and that other one as quickly as she can so she can possibly make another mad dash for it, but it’s too late. TGO has already made it to her feet, looking down at her with a look of disappointment and pure fury. The patrons from the stores have made their way out to the street to see the commotion, looking on to see what they should do. TGO slowly bends down by Cynthia’s feet, unbuttoning his suit jacket as he bends down, picking up the shoe with the broken heel.*
TGO: Don’t make a scene, Cynthia. This doesn’t have to get any uglier than it already is.
*Hesitantly Cynthia shakes her head up and down in a yes motion. TGO flashes a toothy smile and offers his hand to Cynthia who extends her hand slowly to Trevor who grabs it, a little too forcefully making Cynthia grimace a bit because not only is the grip too strong but the few pieces of gravel that are still attached to her hand are pushed in her hand even more. He starts to lift her up, grabbing her elbow as they rise together. As both are on their feet TGO nonchalantly buttons up the jacket again as he wraps an arm around Cynthia’s waist. The uncomfortable look on her face tells a thousand stories. They start to walk back towards the Dodge Viper as he starts to talk to her.*
TGO: You have a lot of explaining to do, Cynthia. Last time I checked I paid for your funeral and gave you a much nicer plot that you deserved. I even put your gravestone right next to mine, of course that was for Nathan’s benefit.
*Cynthia looks at Trevor with a mixture of hate and fear in her eyes. She starts to utter a few words with a deep Georgia accent coming from lips that are covered in a deep red lipstick.*
Cynthia: I know…I was there.
*A tad surprised and amused, Trevor entertains the obvious games that Cynthia is trying to play with him.*
TGO: Were you? I was hoping that you were in that nice casket that I picked out for you.
Cynthia: Face it Trevor, you gave me the cheapest you could find that wouldn’t cause too much suspicion to come your way.
TGO: What ever do you mean?
*A smirk runs across the face of Trevor and Cynthia follows suit, still unsure of what to think of the conversation. The make it back to the spot where Cynthia dropped her clutch. Trevor bends down and retrieves it from her, all the while keeping a hand on her, making sure that she knows that he has no intention of letting her out of his sight. He keeps it in his hand as he directs her over to the front of a brick building which has tables outside of it, an obvious restaurant where the patrons are enjoying the nice weather outside with glasses of fresh Sangria. TGO sets Cynthia’s back against the wall as he stands in front of her, leaning on his right arm which is on the left side of his ex-wife.*
Cynthia: Don’t play coy Trevor. We all know you hired that jackass to kill me.
TGO: I have no clue what you’re talking about Cynthia. I was devastated to hear that your boyfriend at the time found you bloodied on the floor, thank God that
Nathan was with me that week.
Cynthia: For someone who is nowhere near a victim in life, you sure do know how to play one well don’t you?
TGO: Cynthia, I honestly have no clue what you’re talking about, and frankly I’m tired of having you try to not only make me out to be the bad guy in our situation, but I’m tired of listening to you talk. So the next words that leave your mouth better be why you’ve decided to resurface after all of these years, especially here in Dallas.
*Cynthia stands in silence, crossing her arms and places one foot behind her on the wall. She looks left and right, her dirty blonde hair, blowing gently in the small breeze the cuts across the Texas air. Trevor, in either a moment of either pure calculation or weakness lifts the arm that he’s leaning on and stands back upright. He takes his right hand and slowly brushes Cynthia’s hair from her face and behind her ear softly. He continues to run the back of his forefinger down her ear and downward until he reaches her jawline, stopping briefly as Cynthia closes her eyes and breathes in deeply, letting out a sigh as she finally decides to answer TGO’s question.*
Cynthia: Fine. I knew you were in Dallas. You’ve been in Dallas for years now. I missed you.
*The smile on Trevor’s face says it all. He has her exactly where he wants her now.*
TGO: Honesty. That’s a trait that I haven’t seen from you since we dated, eons ago.
Cynthia: A lot has changed in ten years, Trevor.
TGO: Obviously, you have to wear a lot more makeup now than you used to.
Cynthia: Dick.
TGO: Did you expect anything less?
Cynthia: I expected you to be happy that I’m here.
TGO: Contrary to what your delusional mind leads you to believe, I was quite content in keeping more money in my bank account. Between you, Dean, and people like Victor Slade, my week seems to keep getting worse and worse.
Cynthia: I don’t appreciate the comparison to a washed-up, well beyond middle-aged, black man.
*Trevor smiles a crooked smile that cocks to the left side of his face and turns his head to the same side, trying to not allow Cynthia know that she made him genuinely smile.*
Cynthia: I missed this…
TGO: I stand by my earlier statement, I didn’t. Do you think that you can just waltz back into my life after not only faking your own death but after you left me for that scum?
Cynthia: Let’s be real here, Trevor, you attempted to have me killed and your plans failed miserably. As for that ‘scum’? I can’t argue with that, he was. I waited all of this time to come back into your life so we can finally get a second chance.
TGO: You have ulterior motives, Cynthia. You think that I don’t know that I taught you these mind games? Do you not remember that I’m that one that taught you every single thing that you know?
Cynthia: You know what? This was a bad idea…I’m out of here.
*Cynthia rolls her eyes and starts to make her way back into the direction that she was originally going before Trevor yelled out her name, catching her off-guard. Trevor quickly stops her by extending his arm across her body and against the wall. Cynthia looks at him now with an utter look of disdain.*
TGO: Not so fast.
Cynthia: Get your arm out of my way Trevor.
*Cynthia swats TGO’s arm off of the wall and continues to walk again, but TGO sensing that he needs to be more forceful with cunts like this grabs her by the shoulder that’s the closest to him and turns her around, pushing her against the wall a little harder than expected. Cynthia’s body tightens as she hits the wall, with Trevor’s hand still against her shoulder.*
TGO: Do you REALLY think that I’m going to let you get away from me before I know why you’re here?
Cynthia: I already told you.
TGO: I believe that pitiful excuse as much as I believe that Victor Slade is going to beat me on Monday.
*Obviously annoyed Cynthia retorts.*
Cynthia: Does everything have to be a wrestling metaphor with you?
TGO: What else do you want it to be? I have to break it down for your little peon brain to comprehend.
Cynthia: You’re right, I didn’t miss you. I missed the thought of you. Sorry to waste your precious time, now let me go.
*TGO shakes his head in a left to right motion.*
TGO: No. Don’t make me have to force you to talk to me. You know I have some clever ways of getting information out from people.
Cynthia: And I have the FBI’s phone number on speed dial and I have some information regarding a little embezzling scheme that you took part in years ago.
*A light goes off in the head of TGO as he shakes his head up and down, completely amazed with what just came out of his ex’s mouth. He looks up and stares momentarily as he slowly lowers his head to look into Cynthia’s eyes once again, with such a fire it causes Cynthia to become a little uneasy again.*
TGO: Don’t EVER threaten me, bitch. You and I have a lot of catching up to do, and it seems like we’re beside a perfect place to catch up at. Let’s grab a drink….honey.
*TGO grabs the right upper arm of Cynthia as he turns her to face the direction of the bar where the patrons were sitting out on the patio are at. Cynthia quickly jerks her arm away from the grasp of her ex-husband and glares at him.*
Cynthia: Get your fucking hands off of me, you murderer.
TGO: I told you do NOT make a scene, things won’t end well for you if you do. Now let’s go.
*TGO holds a bent arm out for Cynthia to grab ahold of, which reluctantly Cynthia attaches herself to as they walk to the bar door. TGO opens it up and puts his foot in front of it to hold it open. He waves a hand in front of the door, giving Cynthia the “after you” gesture. Cynthia obliges as they both make their way into the swanky hipster bar, Cynthia entering first, giving Trevor the same glare that she earlier gave him. TGO enters after her, allowing the door to slowly close behind them as the scene fades out to give way to the now refamiliar voice of the voice-over at the first and end of every TGO segment.*
~Who said chivalry is dead? Trevor was a PERFECT gentleman there! It’s sad to say that I can’t say the rest for the piss poor roster that is currently in the OCW. I’m seriously considering handing out business cards to get better talent here in the OCW. I mean Victor Slade, really Dean? Couldn’t you have at least gave him a better match to start this reign as supreme OCW being? I digress, I suppose he only has so much to work with. It’s not like the current OCW Central Champion would be a big upgrade from Slade. Who gets handed a belt after he gets his ass beat? Trevor had to work his ass off for each of the three World Championships in the OCW that he got. Oh well, I suppose some jackasses are luckier than others, it’s just such a shame that some people can’t prove their worth and have to be handed things. Very soon, the OCW will see just how great The Great One really is, and when they do, they better start kissing the ring….*
*The scene fades into the same busy street that we last left TGO on as he comes to a screeching halt, parking the silver Dodge Viper and exiting rapidly. TGO opens the car door quickly, as a Mercedes C class narrowly escapes taking the door off of the hinges. Trevor steps out from the vehicle still clad in the same clothes that we left him in last, let me be more specific this time, a blue slim cut tailored Burberry suit with a white shirt underneath the suit jacket as a black and light blue Burberry check tie caps off the attire aside from a pair of non-descript black patent shoes with a silver buckle that go towards the outside of the shoe. TGO, now sunglasses-less quickly turns around and makes sure that he hasn’t lost his target.*
TGO: CYNTHIA!
*The lady who Trevor has spotted as his supposed dead ex-wife turns back to see who called her name with slight hesitation, her dirty blonde locks twisting behind her as she snaps her head back. She stands there in shock for a brief moment, as both individuals lock eyes, the black clutch purse that she had in her right hand drops to the ground as sheer surprise has overtaken her as a fight or flight gleam in her eyes appears.*
TGO: Don’t think about it, Cynthia…
*That’s all the opportunity that she needs as Cynthia clearly says “Oh, shit...” and dashes off in the opposite direction as her estranged husband. For a woman wearing five inch heels, she is moving rather speedily, the red bottoms of her shoes apparent as she runs. A look of pure frustrations overcomes the facial features of TGO as he hangs his head.*
TGO: I’m way too old for this shit…
*That being said, TGO takes off in a dead sprint following his ex-wife down the busy hipster streets. As he approaches Cynthia, she is running into the hipsters who are walking out of the trendy restaurants, pushing them to the side and some into the direct path of her follower. As she approaches the same crosswalk that Trevor initially spotted her at her heel of one of her Christian Louboutin’s catches on a hole that is in a manhole cover. It snaps quickly as she takes a tumble onto the sidewalk, using her hands to catch her fall as she slides a bit on her hands and knees. This gives TGO enough time to catch his apparently fast ex-wife. As he catches up with her he slows down to a methodical slow walk, much like what he does in the ring when he is stalking his prey. Cynthia now has turned onto her backside, trying to take off the broken shoe and that other one as quickly as she can so she can possibly make another mad dash for it, but it’s too late. TGO has already made it to her feet, looking down at her with a look of disappointment and pure fury. The patrons from the stores have made their way out to the street to see the commotion, looking on to see what they should do. TGO slowly bends down by Cynthia’s feet, unbuttoning his suit jacket as he bends down, picking up the shoe with the broken heel.*
TGO: Don’t make a scene, Cynthia. This doesn’t have to get any uglier than it already is.
*Hesitantly Cynthia shakes her head up and down in a yes motion. TGO flashes a toothy smile and offers his hand to Cynthia who extends her hand slowly to Trevor who grabs it, a little too forcefully making Cynthia grimace a bit because not only is the grip too strong but the few pieces of gravel that are still attached to her hand are pushed in her hand even more. He starts to lift her up, grabbing her elbow as they rise together. As both are on their feet TGO nonchalantly buttons up the jacket again as he wraps an arm around Cynthia’s waist. The uncomfortable look on her face tells a thousand stories. They start to walk back towards the Dodge Viper as he starts to talk to her.*
TGO: You have a lot of explaining to do, Cynthia. Last time I checked I paid for your funeral and gave you a much nicer plot that you deserved. I even put your gravestone right next to mine, of course that was for Nathan’s benefit.
*Cynthia looks at Trevor with a mixture of hate and fear in her eyes. She starts to utter a few words with a deep Georgia accent coming from lips that are covered in a deep red lipstick.*
Cynthia: I know…I was there.
*A tad surprised and amused, Trevor entertains the obvious games that Cynthia is trying to play with him.*
TGO: Were you? I was hoping that you were in that nice casket that I picked out for you.
Cynthia: Face it Trevor, you gave me the cheapest you could find that wouldn’t cause too much suspicion to come your way.
TGO: What ever do you mean?
*A smirk runs across the face of Trevor and Cynthia follows suit, still unsure of what to think of the conversation. The make it back to the spot where Cynthia dropped her clutch. Trevor bends down and retrieves it from her, all the while keeping a hand on her, making sure that she knows that he has no intention of letting her out of his sight. He keeps it in his hand as he directs her over to the front of a brick building which has tables outside of it, an obvious restaurant where the patrons are enjoying the nice weather outside with glasses of fresh Sangria. TGO sets Cynthia’s back against the wall as he stands in front of her, leaning on his right arm which is on the left side of his ex-wife.*
Cynthia: Don’t play coy Trevor. We all know you hired that jackass to kill me.
TGO: I have no clue what you’re talking about Cynthia. I was devastated to hear that your boyfriend at the time found you bloodied on the floor, thank God that
Nathan was with me that week.
Cynthia: For someone who is nowhere near a victim in life, you sure do know how to play one well don’t you?
TGO: Cynthia, I honestly have no clue what you’re talking about, and frankly I’m tired of having you try to not only make me out to be the bad guy in our situation, but I’m tired of listening to you talk. So the next words that leave your mouth better be why you’ve decided to resurface after all of these years, especially here in Dallas.
*Cynthia stands in silence, crossing her arms and places one foot behind her on the wall. She looks left and right, her dirty blonde hair, blowing gently in the small breeze the cuts across the Texas air. Trevor, in either a moment of either pure calculation or weakness lifts the arm that he’s leaning on and stands back upright. He takes his right hand and slowly brushes Cynthia’s hair from her face and behind her ear softly. He continues to run the back of his forefinger down her ear and downward until he reaches her jawline, stopping briefly as Cynthia closes her eyes and breathes in deeply, letting out a sigh as she finally decides to answer TGO’s question.*
Cynthia: Fine. I knew you were in Dallas. You’ve been in Dallas for years now. I missed you.
*The smile on Trevor’s face says it all. He has her exactly where he wants her now.*
TGO: Honesty. That’s a trait that I haven’t seen from you since we dated, eons ago.
Cynthia: A lot has changed in ten years, Trevor.
TGO: Obviously, you have to wear a lot more makeup now than you used to.
Cynthia: Dick.
TGO: Did you expect anything less?
Cynthia: I expected you to be happy that I’m here.
TGO: Contrary to what your delusional mind leads you to believe, I was quite content in keeping more money in my bank account. Between you, Dean, and people like Victor Slade, my week seems to keep getting worse and worse.
Cynthia: I don’t appreciate the comparison to a washed-up, well beyond middle-aged, black man.
*Trevor smiles a crooked smile that cocks to the left side of his face and turns his head to the same side, trying to not allow Cynthia know that she made him genuinely smile.*
Cynthia: I missed this…
TGO: I stand by my earlier statement, I didn’t. Do you think that you can just waltz back into my life after not only faking your own death but after you left me for that scum?
Cynthia: Let’s be real here, Trevor, you attempted to have me killed and your plans failed miserably. As for that ‘scum’? I can’t argue with that, he was. I waited all of this time to come back into your life so we can finally get a second chance.
TGO: You have ulterior motives, Cynthia. You think that I don’t know that I taught you these mind games? Do you not remember that I’m that one that taught you every single thing that you know?
Cynthia: You know what? This was a bad idea…I’m out of here.
*Cynthia rolls her eyes and starts to make her way back into the direction that she was originally going before Trevor yelled out her name, catching her off-guard. Trevor quickly stops her by extending his arm across her body and against the wall. Cynthia looks at him now with an utter look of disdain.*
TGO: Not so fast.
Cynthia: Get your arm out of my way Trevor.
*Cynthia swats TGO’s arm off of the wall and continues to walk again, but TGO sensing that he needs to be more forceful with cunts like this grabs her by the shoulder that’s the closest to him and turns her around, pushing her against the wall a little harder than expected. Cynthia’s body tightens as she hits the wall, with Trevor’s hand still against her shoulder.*
TGO: Do you REALLY think that I’m going to let you get away from me before I know why you’re here?
Cynthia: I already told you.
TGO: I believe that pitiful excuse as much as I believe that Victor Slade is going to beat me on Monday.
*Obviously annoyed Cynthia retorts.*
Cynthia: Does everything have to be a wrestling metaphor with you?
TGO: What else do you want it to be? I have to break it down for your little peon brain to comprehend.
Cynthia: You’re right, I didn’t miss you. I missed the thought of you. Sorry to waste your precious time, now let me go.
*TGO shakes his head in a left to right motion.*
TGO: No. Don’t make me have to force you to talk to me. You know I have some clever ways of getting information out from people.
Cynthia: And I have the FBI’s phone number on speed dial and I have some information regarding a little embezzling scheme that you took part in years ago.
*A light goes off in the head of TGO as he shakes his head up and down, completely amazed with what just came out of his ex’s mouth. He looks up and stares momentarily as he slowly lowers his head to look into Cynthia’s eyes once again, with such a fire it causes Cynthia to become a little uneasy again.*
TGO: Don’t EVER threaten me, bitch. You and I have a lot of catching up to do, and it seems like we’re beside a perfect place to catch up at. Let’s grab a drink….honey.
*TGO grabs the right upper arm of Cynthia as he turns her to face the direction of the bar where the patrons were sitting out on the patio are at. Cynthia quickly jerks her arm away from the grasp of her ex-husband and glares at him.*
Cynthia: Get your fucking hands off of me, you murderer.
TGO: I told you do NOT make a scene, things won’t end well for you if you do. Now let’s go.
*TGO holds a bent arm out for Cynthia to grab ahold of, which reluctantly Cynthia attaches herself to as they walk to the bar door. TGO opens it up and puts his foot in front of it to hold it open. He waves a hand in front of the door, giving Cynthia the “after you” gesture. Cynthia obliges as they both make their way into the swanky hipster bar, Cynthia entering first, giving Trevor the same glare that she earlier gave him. TGO enters after her, allowing the door to slowly close behind them as the scene fades out to give way to the now refamiliar voice of the voice-over at the first and end of every TGO segment.*
~Who said chivalry is dead? Trevor was a PERFECT gentleman there! It’s sad to say that I can’t say the rest for the piss poor roster that is currently in the OCW. I’m seriously considering handing out business cards to get better talent here in the OCW. I mean Victor Slade, really Dean? Couldn’t you have at least gave him a better match to start this reign as supreme OCW being? I digress, I suppose he only has so much to work with. It’s not like the current OCW Central Champion would be a big upgrade from Slade. Who gets handed a belt after he gets his ass beat? Trevor had to work his ass off for each of the three World Championships in the OCW that he got. Oh well, I suppose some jackasses are luckier than others, it’s just such a shame that some people can’t prove their worth and have to be handed things. Very soon, the OCW will see just how great The Great One really is, and when they do, they better start kissing the ring….*
