Post by TGO on Mar 8, 2014 23:58:09 GMT -5
~*snoring* Oh…ummm…excuse me…sorry for that. Let me get my head on together so to speak. Ok ok…I was just so bored with hearing nonsense from Amber Ryan and Danny B that I must have dozed off. I apologies boys and girls, that’s not like me, usually I try to keep a professional demeanor, but those bitches. I can’t help but not only be completely bored by the nonsensical garbage that is being uttered out of their mouths, but the things that they are saying actually took me aback a bit. I’m not going into too much detail, but really Amber? “Distorted Angel”? You have the audacity to try to make fun of my boss’ moniker? Get real. You and your boyfriend, Danny B (yes I said boyfriend, it’s obvious the amount of sexual tension that you two have, so just fuck and get it over with), have such high opinions of yourselves but I haven’t seen one piece of evidence that makes you deserving of your opinions. I hear that we have a psychologist on the roster, who’s also apparently a ballerina, who twilights as some sort of homeless savior…yes that’s a real character here in the OCW, blame Dean…so maybe you two can see her, she has to be cheap if she’s here wrestling in this shithole. I digress, last time I left you kiddies we were seeing the first meeting of Noah Mackenzie and Trevor, I’m sure this should be interesting, onward we go.~
*The scene opens up to show Noah Mackenzie and Miranda Roman entering the office of “The Great One” Trevor Kent. We’ve seen his office a million times in the past, but let’s go ahead and refresh your memories, especially if you’ve been smoking too much pot or taking too much coke...I’m looking at you Syren and Roach. The office is clad in a modern décor, with a black leather couch that sits up against the wall that doesn’t have a back to it, but just very high rising arms, a red oak desk that sits in the middle of the office with a large dark red plush high back chair that sits behind the desk. The chairs that sit on the other side are just standard chairs, nothing too special about them, aside that they have a leather look to match the rest of the office. Pictures of TGO in the height of his wrestling career line the walls, featuring matches such as his loss to Scott Syren before entering into the OCW, as well as him standing over Mario Maurako, holding up his first OCW World Title. Three OCW World Titles also adorn the walls, in separate plaques with dates etched below the framed title, commemorating the dates that TGO won them all. The office overlooks a semi sunny day in Dallas, TX. The Omni Hotel’s obnoxious lights that can still be seen flashing disgusting colors even in the daylight as well as Reunion Tower and the old Hunt Oil Company building. TGO, wearing a purple oxford shirt with a matching tie has already greeted the vastly different than himself, Noah Mackenzie and Miranda Roman. TGO smiles a practically trademarked side smile that he’s known for and takes a seat behind his desk, motioning with his hand for his guests to take a seat as well and they oblige. Carla, the secretary has followed close behind the visitors as she starts to speak.*
Carla: Is there anything I can get you two? A water, perhaps?
Miranda: A water would be fine.
Noah: How about some ice as well so I can get this swelling down after being tazed? You don’t happen to know anything about that do you, oh so Great One?
*Noah has turned his attention from Carla who raises her eyebrows at Trevor and walks out the door. A concerned look has overtaken the face of TGO, feigning all sense of sympathy for Noah Mackenzie’s “unfortunate” incident in the downstairs lobby.*
TGO: I heard about that! I’m so sorry! They’re going to be reprimanded for sure. They should have had the receptionist call up to my office and make sure that we were expecting guests.
*Sarcasm now fills the voice of Noah Mackenzie as he retorts.*
Noah: Well that’s good to know that you have a protocol in place for situations just like this, and I’m sure the reprimands will be harsh.
Miranda: Stop being a prick, Noah. I’m sure Mr. Kent had no clue what went on downstairs until he was told. You need to start giving him the benefit of the doubt, I’m sure that he will punish them, trust him.
TGO: I can assure you, Noah that everything will be done in my power to make sure that that doesn’t happen to you again.
*Trevor now turns his attention to Miranda, smiling a toothy smile at her and laying on a Texas accent that makes Miranda blush just a bit.*
TGO: Ms. Roman here is completely accurate in saying that you should trust me.
*Obviously agitated by the slight flirting that Trevor is doing and Miranda is letting him do, Noah interjects himself as politely but firmly as he can, making sure that it’s known that he is not only not in the mood to put up with such antics, but also that Miranda is solely his.*
Noah: Cut the bullshit, Kent. I don’t know what kind of end game that you have with Gavin but you pulled me and her into this and personally I don’t appreciate it. I’m here out of respect for Gavin, he’s made me see what I can accomplish here in the OCW and apparently he thinks that the best way for me to do it is with you. So I need to not only know why you drug me to Dallas, but also what your plans are for Monday because I’ll be damned if I get blindsided by you again.
*A bit taken aback by the complete lack of respect that he was just shown in his own office, Trevor has focused his attention back to Noah. Trevor leans back in his chair and crosses his right leg over his left as Carla has stepped in bringing the water and a pack of ice that the two guests have asked for.*
Carla: Here you two go. Is there anything else that I can get you two, or you Mr. Kent?
TGO: That’ll be all for them Carla, but hold my calls, I have a feeling like this is going to be quite a long conversation here.
*Carla nods in acknowledgement as she exits the room, quietly shutting the door behind her as TGO stares at Noah and Miranda. He lets out a snicker as he sits up in his chair and goes over to the aforementioned titles that hang on his office wall. Below them sits a table with some bourbon glasses and a decanter filled with the brown liquid. He takes the top off of the decanter and puts in a few cubes of ice out of a container that sits in the middle of the bourbon items. He takes a small sip like a champ, because let’s face it Trevor’s a tough son of a bitch and you don’t drink a 20 year old bourbon without feeling a bit of a burn, I know of SOMEBODY who would love a nice alcoholic beverage right about now, and stares at the belts that hang at just above eye level.*
TGO: Let me be clear, Noah, I didn’t get to where I am today by pussy footing around subjects. I made a lot of deals to get me to the top of every industry that I’ve been to. Hell, I even made a deal with Dean when he first brought me into the OCW to be his “muscle”. I don’t make stupid decisions, I make sure that every single decision that I make is well calculated and precise. When I first floated the idea around my head about having you as my tag team partner for this tag team tournament that Dean has going on, I didn’t take it lightly. I knew that you were going to be an admirable ally.
*By this time Trevor has now turned around and starts to make his way to the floor to ceiling windows of his office, eyeing Noah and Miranda. Noah is following TGO’s actions like a hawk with an icy cold glare, one that I’m sure that is filled with frustration and anger that Amber Ryan and “The Ripper” Danny B are going to get the brunt end of during their match with him and TGO at Massacre on Monday. Noah throws the icepack that he’s held in his hand since Carla has left it there, on the desk, making a dull thud. TGO has come to a stop behind his desk, his back turned from his guests and looks over the skyline, still addressing them, although disrespectfully.*
TGO: I also knew that by picking you that it would ensure me an easy win at Blackout 2 for the Southern Championship. You’re tough enough to kick everyone’s ass that’s in this tournament, just not tough enough to get the job done when it comes to beating me.
*Now enraged Noah stands up and shouts at Trevor, letting his anger get the best of him.*
Noah: You have to be kidding me?! Do you really think that you can beat me old man? Do you not know who I am?
*Miranda has now stood up as well, and gently grabs the arm of the Messiah of Mayhem, pulling down gently. Noah turns to her completely out of character for how he acts towards her and glares at her. Miranda rolls her eyes and interjects herself into the conversation.*
Miranda: I’m sure what Mr. Kent meant was that you two are going to be unstoppable in this tag tournament and then all hell is going to break loose at Blackout 2.
*TGO has turned around now, still sipping on his bourbon which is has about a quarter left in the glass by now, and sets the drink down on the desk. He nonchalantly takes a seat back down in his chair, smiling once again, pleased by how easy it was to get under the skin of Noah Mackenzie. He starts to talk again.*
TGO: Please, sit back down, it would be such a shame for me to have those security guards come back and make sure that you’re under control.
*This sends Noah Mackenzie into an even bigger fit of rage. He starts to scream at TGO now*
Noah: I fucking knew it! You had those two bit mall cops tase me out of spite! Because you’re afraid of me and I pose a threat to you getting the Southern Championship!
*The door suddenly bursts open as Carla appears with a look of concern on her face. Before she can speak TGO cuts her off by just waving his hand. She nods in acknowledgement and closes the door once again, this time with a little more force than when she made her exit the last.*
TGO: Don’t think so highly of yourself, Noah. I’ve made it perfectly clear that I don’t view you as a threat. I view you as someone that I have at my disposal that is beneficial to me for the time being but doesn’t ruin my long-term game.
Miranda: Hun, why don’t you just sit down and we can talk about this calmly. I’m sure Mr. Kent has a reason for saying that things he did, just listen to him.
Noah: Fuck that guy and the high horse that he road in on! I’m done with this shit. I don’t care if Gavin has a deal with you, I don’t have to put up with this. Let’s go, Miranda!
*Noah turns away, shooting a harsh look towards his partner that he wants absolutely nothing to do with as Miranda goes reluctantly with him. It’s obvious that she wants to make this work somehow, but is at a loss of how to make Noah see some sort of reason, although she’s not too sure of the reason herself considering how much of an ass TGO is being. Noah reaches for the door, but TGO calls, out stopping him dead in his tracks.*
TGO: What if I can promise you that I can make this whole thing worth your while…
*The camera shows both men now, focusing in on the face of Noah Mackenzie with TGO sitting in the background at his desk blurry and Miranda standing right behind him, somewhat out of focus as well. Noah shakes his head in dismay and turns around reluctantly, unsure of what he’s about to get himself into. The camera stays in the same place as it starts to put TGO into focus more and leaving the nearer objects out of focus.*
TGO: Good, I have your attention.
Noah: Not for long, talk and talk fast.
TGO: What if I could tell you that I don’t really want the Southern Championship?
Noah: Why the hell would you not want that? Why put me through all of this trouble not to get the payoff?
TGO: I don’t care about the championship, if I get it I get it, it’s not a big deal to me. What IS in fact a big deal is to make sure Gavin NEVER crosses me again…
*Now annoyed with Trevor, Noah shakes his head speaking and reaching for the door handle.*
Noah: I told you that I don’t appreciate you dragging me into the middle of your war with him. It’s not what I signed up for and I respect Gavin a lot more than I respect you.
Miranda: Why would we want to screw someone who has helped us so much already?
TGO: Gavin isn’t here to help you. He’s helping himself. He’s been playing the same game for years and I left his ass after he started the same shit with me. I’m trying to make sure he doesn’t stop you two from achieving everything that you’re capable of achieving, and that’s starting with taking people who are annoyances to you like Danny B out. Gavin is going to use you and then spit you back out. I’ve molded champions, and I have every intention of molding you into one as well.
Noah: I don’t need your help. I’ve survived on my own for years, I have the titles to prove it.
TGO: You have titles in two-bit wrestling organizations that don’t actually mean a damn thing in the wrestling world. This is OCW. This is where legends have been made and live on forever. This is the place where they talk about you for years. This is where your legacy can be cemented with the greats.
Noah: I’m already one of those greats, stop spewing your garbage and go preach it to someone else.
TGO: I’ve told you that I don’t want the title and I want you to have it. This isn’t some smoke and mirrors show. I’m here to help you, regardless of what you may think of me and my actions thus far. I was merely trying to get under your skin to show you that people like Danny B and Amber Ryan can do that to you just as easily as I did. You need a thick skin in the OCW and that’s something that you obviously don’t have. You let losses to people like Kenshin Takamichinoku get inside your head and you eat yourself up about them. The Internet Title means NOTHING to anyone in the OCW. You can show him that you can accomplish something much more than some measly jobber title.
*Noah’s frustration soon turns into intrigue and he lets go of the door handle and starts walking back to TGO who sits idly by, hunched over the desk in complete engagement. Noah’s strut towards the desk of Trevor’s has purpose as Miranda stays still by the door. Noah reaches the desk and places both hands on it and bends down, meeting Trevor with the same level of intensity as he’s receiving from Trevor.*
Noah: Let’s get something clear right now, Kenshin means nothing to me. It was a tough loss, but one that I will get over, quickly. I don’t care what your intentions are right now, all I know is that you’ve screwed me ever since I’ve walked into this damn building and I’m sure it’s not going to stop here. I’m warning you now, I’m here because of Gavin and if you get in my way or his way, you won’t have to worry about Amber Ryan, Danny B, Mario Maurako, or that deranged psycho Scott Syren…you’ll have to worry about me.
*Trevor rises from his desk, keeping eye contact the whole time. He as well places to hands flat on his own desk and leans in closer to Noah Mackenzie. Trevor speaks again, this time at almost a whisper.*
TGO: Noah, I’m going to be very clear with you. I’m trying to help you and I don’t take the accusations of me having some ulterior motives when it comes to you lightly. I told you what my long-term game was and I trusted giving that knowledge to you. If you dare threaten me again I will not only do things unimaginable to you, but I’ll make sure that Miranda not only witnesses them, but she gets everything that you do…plus more.
Noah: If you even dare think about touching her…
Miranda: Lets go, Noah…I’m done with this.
*Noah turns his head to look at Miranda briefly and turns his head back towards Trevor, scowling at him as he lifts himself away from Trevor’s desk and turns away, exiting through the door. As they exit Trevor nods his head approvingly and smiles, taking a seat back into his desk. He picks up the last of his drink and downs it as he turns the chair around and looks through the glass windows once again. We fade out to the sound of Miranda’s voice.*
~Maybe I was wrong about him. Maybe I was wrong to think that Noah could actually team up with someone like The Great One and come out victorious. I do know though that Noah his sights set on obtaining gold in the OCW and not even Trevor Kent can stop him from getting to it. Amber Ryan and Danny B think that just because he has an old guy on his team that they can run over him? Noah doesn’t take too kindly to people taking him lightly, nor does he take threats to himself lightly and especially not to me. One thing is for sure, Monday isn’t the last time that we are going to see TGO and Noah Mackenzie as team. As much as Noah and I don’t like him, we’re determined to get Noah to the pinnacle of the OCW, and the only way to do that is to persevere through this tag team tournament so he can get his hands around the neck of that pathetic excuse for a man, Trevor Kent. Amber Ryan and Danny B, I feel sorry for you though because right now is NOT the time to mess with Noah…not at all…~
*The scene opens up to show Noah Mackenzie and Miranda Roman entering the office of “The Great One” Trevor Kent. We’ve seen his office a million times in the past, but let’s go ahead and refresh your memories, especially if you’ve been smoking too much pot or taking too much coke...I’m looking at you Syren and Roach. The office is clad in a modern décor, with a black leather couch that sits up against the wall that doesn’t have a back to it, but just very high rising arms, a red oak desk that sits in the middle of the office with a large dark red plush high back chair that sits behind the desk. The chairs that sit on the other side are just standard chairs, nothing too special about them, aside that they have a leather look to match the rest of the office. Pictures of TGO in the height of his wrestling career line the walls, featuring matches such as his loss to Scott Syren before entering into the OCW, as well as him standing over Mario Maurako, holding up his first OCW World Title. Three OCW World Titles also adorn the walls, in separate plaques with dates etched below the framed title, commemorating the dates that TGO won them all. The office overlooks a semi sunny day in Dallas, TX. The Omni Hotel’s obnoxious lights that can still be seen flashing disgusting colors even in the daylight as well as Reunion Tower and the old Hunt Oil Company building. TGO, wearing a purple oxford shirt with a matching tie has already greeted the vastly different than himself, Noah Mackenzie and Miranda Roman. TGO smiles a practically trademarked side smile that he’s known for and takes a seat behind his desk, motioning with his hand for his guests to take a seat as well and they oblige. Carla, the secretary has followed close behind the visitors as she starts to speak.*
Carla: Is there anything I can get you two? A water, perhaps?
Miranda: A water would be fine.
Noah: How about some ice as well so I can get this swelling down after being tazed? You don’t happen to know anything about that do you, oh so Great One?
*Noah has turned his attention from Carla who raises her eyebrows at Trevor and walks out the door. A concerned look has overtaken the face of TGO, feigning all sense of sympathy for Noah Mackenzie’s “unfortunate” incident in the downstairs lobby.*
TGO: I heard about that! I’m so sorry! They’re going to be reprimanded for sure. They should have had the receptionist call up to my office and make sure that we were expecting guests.
*Sarcasm now fills the voice of Noah Mackenzie as he retorts.*
Noah: Well that’s good to know that you have a protocol in place for situations just like this, and I’m sure the reprimands will be harsh.
Miranda: Stop being a prick, Noah. I’m sure Mr. Kent had no clue what went on downstairs until he was told. You need to start giving him the benefit of the doubt, I’m sure that he will punish them, trust him.
TGO: I can assure you, Noah that everything will be done in my power to make sure that that doesn’t happen to you again.
*Trevor now turns his attention to Miranda, smiling a toothy smile at her and laying on a Texas accent that makes Miranda blush just a bit.*
TGO: Ms. Roman here is completely accurate in saying that you should trust me.
*Obviously agitated by the slight flirting that Trevor is doing and Miranda is letting him do, Noah interjects himself as politely but firmly as he can, making sure that it’s known that he is not only not in the mood to put up with such antics, but also that Miranda is solely his.*
Noah: Cut the bullshit, Kent. I don’t know what kind of end game that you have with Gavin but you pulled me and her into this and personally I don’t appreciate it. I’m here out of respect for Gavin, he’s made me see what I can accomplish here in the OCW and apparently he thinks that the best way for me to do it is with you. So I need to not only know why you drug me to Dallas, but also what your plans are for Monday because I’ll be damned if I get blindsided by you again.
*A bit taken aback by the complete lack of respect that he was just shown in his own office, Trevor has focused his attention back to Noah. Trevor leans back in his chair and crosses his right leg over his left as Carla has stepped in bringing the water and a pack of ice that the two guests have asked for.*
Carla: Here you two go. Is there anything else that I can get you two, or you Mr. Kent?
TGO: That’ll be all for them Carla, but hold my calls, I have a feeling like this is going to be quite a long conversation here.
*Carla nods in acknowledgement as she exits the room, quietly shutting the door behind her as TGO stares at Noah and Miranda. He lets out a snicker as he sits up in his chair and goes over to the aforementioned titles that hang on his office wall. Below them sits a table with some bourbon glasses and a decanter filled with the brown liquid. He takes the top off of the decanter and puts in a few cubes of ice out of a container that sits in the middle of the bourbon items. He takes a small sip like a champ, because let’s face it Trevor’s a tough son of a bitch and you don’t drink a 20 year old bourbon without feeling a bit of a burn, I know of SOMEBODY who would love a nice alcoholic beverage right about now, and stares at the belts that hang at just above eye level.*
TGO: Let me be clear, Noah, I didn’t get to where I am today by pussy footing around subjects. I made a lot of deals to get me to the top of every industry that I’ve been to. Hell, I even made a deal with Dean when he first brought me into the OCW to be his “muscle”. I don’t make stupid decisions, I make sure that every single decision that I make is well calculated and precise. When I first floated the idea around my head about having you as my tag team partner for this tag team tournament that Dean has going on, I didn’t take it lightly. I knew that you were going to be an admirable ally.
*By this time Trevor has now turned around and starts to make his way to the floor to ceiling windows of his office, eyeing Noah and Miranda. Noah is following TGO’s actions like a hawk with an icy cold glare, one that I’m sure that is filled with frustration and anger that Amber Ryan and “The Ripper” Danny B are going to get the brunt end of during their match with him and TGO at Massacre on Monday. Noah throws the icepack that he’s held in his hand since Carla has left it there, on the desk, making a dull thud. TGO has come to a stop behind his desk, his back turned from his guests and looks over the skyline, still addressing them, although disrespectfully.*
TGO: I also knew that by picking you that it would ensure me an easy win at Blackout 2 for the Southern Championship. You’re tough enough to kick everyone’s ass that’s in this tournament, just not tough enough to get the job done when it comes to beating me.
*Now enraged Noah stands up and shouts at Trevor, letting his anger get the best of him.*
Noah: You have to be kidding me?! Do you really think that you can beat me old man? Do you not know who I am?
*Miranda has now stood up as well, and gently grabs the arm of the Messiah of Mayhem, pulling down gently. Noah turns to her completely out of character for how he acts towards her and glares at her. Miranda rolls her eyes and interjects herself into the conversation.*
Miranda: I’m sure what Mr. Kent meant was that you two are going to be unstoppable in this tag tournament and then all hell is going to break loose at Blackout 2.
*TGO has turned around now, still sipping on his bourbon which is has about a quarter left in the glass by now, and sets the drink down on the desk. He nonchalantly takes a seat back down in his chair, smiling once again, pleased by how easy it was to get under the skin of Noah Mackenzie. He starts to talk again.*
TGO: Please, sit back down, it would be such a shame for me to have those security guards come back and make sure that you’re under control.
*This sends Noah Mackenzie into an even bigger fit of rage. He starts to scream at TGO now*
Noah: I fucking knew it! You had those two bit mall cops tase me out of spite! Because you’re afraid of me and I pose a threat to you getting the Southern Championship!
*The door suddenly bursts open as Carla appears with a look of concern on her face. Before she can speak TGO cuts her off by just waving his hand. She nods in acknowledgement and closes the door once again, this time with a little more force than when she made her exit the last.*
TGO: Don’t think so highly of yourself, Noah. I’ve made it perfectly clear that I don’t view you as a threat. I view you as someone that I have at my disposal that is beneficial to me for the time being but doesn’t ruin my long-term game.
Miranda: Hun, why don’t you just sit down and we can talk about this calmly. I’m sure Mr. Kent has a reason for saying that things he did, just listen to him.
Noah: Fuck that guy and the high horse that he road in on! I’m done with this shit. I don’t care if Gavin has a deal with you, I don’t have to put up with this. Let’s go, Miranda!
*Noah turns away, shooting a harsh look towards his partner that he wants absolutely nothing to do with as Miranda goes reluctantly with him. It’s obvious that she wants to make this work somehow, but is at a loss of how to make Noah see some sort of reason, although she’s not too sure of the reason herself considering how much of an ass TGO is being. Noah reaches for the door, but TGO calls, out stopping him dead in his tracks.*
TGO: What if I can promise you that I can make this whole thing worth your while…
*The camera shows both men now, focusing in on the face of Noah Mackenzie with TGO sitting in the background at his desk blurry and Miranda standing right behind him, somewhat out of focus as well. Noah shakes his head in dismay and turns around reluctantly, unsure of what he’s about to get himself into. The camera stays in the same place as it starts to put TGO into focus more and leaving the nearer objects out of focus.*
TGO: Good, I have your attention.
Noah: Not for long, talk and talk fast.
TGO: What if I could tell you that I don’t really want the Southern Championship?
Noah: Why the hell would you not want that? Why put me through all of this trouble not to get the payoff?
TGO: I don’t care about the championship, if I get it I get it, it’s not a big deal to me. What IS in fact a big deal is to make sure Gavin NEVER crosses me again…
*Now annoyed with Trevor, Noah shakes his head speaking and reaching for the door handle.*
Noah: I told you that I don’t appreciate you dragging me into the middle of your war with him. It’s not what I signed up for and I respect Gavin a lot more than I respect you.
Miranda: Why would we want to screw someone who has helped us so much already?
TGO: Gavin isn’t here to help you. He’s helping himself. He’s been playing the same game for years and I left his ass after he started the same shit with me. I’m trying to make sure he doesn’t stop you two from achieving everything that you’re capable of achieving, and that’s starting with taking people who are annoyances to you like Danny B out. Gavin is going to use you and then spit you back out. I’ve molded champions, and I have every intention of molding you into one as well.
Noah: I don’t need your help. I’ve survived on my own for years, I have the titles to prove it.
TGO: You have titles in two-bit wrestling organizations that don’t actually mean a damn thing in the wrestling world. This is OCW. This is where legends have been made and live on forever. This is the place where they talk about you for years. This is where your legacy can be cemented with the greats.
Noah: I’m already one of those greats, stop spewing your garbage and go preach it to someone else.
TGO: I’ve told you that I don’t want the title and I want you to have it. This isn’t some smoke and mirrors show. I’m here to help you, regardless of what you may think of me and my actions thus far. I was merely trying to get under your skin to show you that people like Danny B and Amber Ryan can do that to you just as easily as I did. You need a thick skin in the OCW and that’s something that you obviously don’t have. You let losses to people like Kenshin Takamichinoku get inside your head and you eat yourself up about them. The Internet Title means NOTHING to anyone in the OCW. You can show him that you can accomplish something much more than some measly jobber title.
*Noah’s frustration soon turns into intrigue and he lets go of the door handle and starts walking back to TGO who sits idly by, hunched over the desk in complete engagement. Noah’s strut towards the desk of Trevor’s has purpose as Miranda stays still by the door. Noah reaches the desk and places both hands on it and bends down, meeting Trevor with the same level of intensity as he’s receiving from Trevor.*
Noah: Let’s get something clear right now, Kenshin means nothing to me. It was a tough loss, but one that I will get over, quickly. I don’t care what your intentions are right now, all I know is that you’ve screwed me ever since I’ve walked into this damn building and I’m sure it’s not going to stop here. I’m warning you now, I’m here because of Gavin and if you get in my way or his way, you won’t have to worry about Amber Ryan, Danny B, Mario Maurako, or that deranged psycho Scott Syren…you’ll have to worry about me.
*Trevor rises from his desk, keeping eye contact the whole time. He as well places to hands flat on his own desk and leans in closer to Noah Mackenzie. Trevor speaks again, this time at almost a whisper.*
TGO: Noah, I’m going to be very clear with you. I’m trying to help you and I don’t take the accusations of me having some ulterior motives when it comes to you lightly. I told you what my long-term game was and I trusted giving that knowledge to you. If you dare threaten me again I will not only do things unimaginable to you, but I’ll make sure that Miranda not only witnesses them, but she gets everything that you do…plus more.
Noah: If you even dare think about touching her…
Miranda: Lets go, Noah…I’m done with this.
*Noah turns his head to look at Miranda briefly and turns his head back towards Trevor, scowling at him as he lifts himself away from Trevor’s desk and turns away, exiting through the door. As they exit Trevor nods his head approvingly and smiles, taking a seat back into his desk. He picks up the last of his drink and downs it as he turns the chair around and looks through the glass windows once again. We fade out to the sound of Miranda’s voice.*
~Maybe I was wrong about him. Maybe I was wrong to think that Noah could actually team up with someone like The Great One and come out victorious. I do know though that Noah his sights set on obtaining gold in the OCW and not even Trevor Kent can stop him from getting to it. Amber Ryan and Danny B think that just because he has an old guy on his team that they can run over him? Noah doesn’t take too kindly to people taking him lightly, nor does he take threats to himself lightly and especially not to me. One thing is for sure, Monday isn’t the last time that we are going to see TGO and Noah Mackenzie as team. As much as Noah and I don’t like him, we’re determined to get Noah to the pinnacle of the OCW, and the only way to do that is to persevere through this tag team tournament so he can get his hands around the neck of that pathetic excuse for a man, Trevor Kent. Amber Ryan and Danny B, I feel sorry for you though because right now is NOT the time to mess with Noah…not at all…~
