Post by trentmichaels on Jul 3, 2009 22:46:57 GMT -5
The scene pops open to a bumpin' ass night club post Unfinished Business. The bodys are poppin', jumpin', hustlin', fuck it, you get the idea. The hot bodies are on the dance floor. The creeps are off into at the edge of the dance floor scoping out the hot bitches trying to cop a feel of their sweet tight asses. At the bar, people are trying to scream to one another. Why anybody would trying to have a civilized fuck conversation here is beyond reason. In the corner standing on a bar stool is the familiar Trent Michaels and he looks like he's definitely had enough to drink. The bartender motions downward for him to get off the stool and Trent eventually obliges.
Trent: I TOLD YOU ALL! THAT FUCK WAS A LIAR!
Bartender: Listen...I don't care why you seem so happy...
Trent: CAUSE I WAS RIGHT! I WON!!!!
Bartender: Ok fine. You won, you want a medal?
Trent: YES I FUCKING DO! I WILL GET IT AT WRESTLELUTION!
Bartender: Fine but stay the fuck off the stool ok?
Trent: FINE!
Trent proceeds to jump on top of the bar itself strutting across very Ric Flair like.
Trent: PLAY FREEBIRD!!! OR THRILLER!!!
A tear shows in his eyes...
Trent: Fucking MJ...WHY?
You kiddie loving freak! You musical genius kiddie loving freak!
Bartender: OK MAN YOU ARE OUTTA HERE!
The bartender makes a motion and two bouncers come over and grab Trent Michaels by his ankles and grab him from the bar and escort him out of the bar.
Trent: FUCK YOU SKYBAR! YOUR BARTENDER WAS A HOMO ANYWAYS!
Lady: Hey there...I heard what you said in there and had to follow you out.
Trent turns and sees a stunningly hot looking woman smoking a cig.
Trent: What part babe?
Lady: You winning, him being a liar. You're Trent Michaels aren't you? You just beat Matt Thornhill right?
Trent: Oh it is so fucking hot when women talk wrestling with me....
Trent stops and sees something that causes him to choke mid sentence.
Lady: What's wrong sexy?
Trent: Uh...that scar on your throat...
Lady: Oh yeah...that. Wow, I guess you are quick to pick up on tiny little secrets like you did with Thornhill.
Trent: Yeah...so....
Lady: Well...they have this operation...
Trent: AWWWWW MAN!!!!!
Lady: USE TO BE!
Trent: So that means?
Lady: I am ALLLLLL lady now!
Trent: So what do we call that. You are like a tranny but a woman?
Lady: In the eyes of the government and what it shows on my drivers license, I am 100% woman.
Trent: That's fucking hot...
Maybe it is the alcohol or the drugs we didn't see Trent take but Trent somehow finds this disgustingly hot and walks over and licks the scar that is dead center on this "lady's" throat.
Lady: So you wanna get out of here?
Trent: Fuck yes. I am staying at the Adam's Mark hotel. Why don't we head there for some fun and games. Maybe I can recreate me beating Matt Thornhill with my penis.
Lady: mmmmm....that sounds wonderful!
12 hours later....
The front desk is packed with people at the Adam's Mark hotel but one man shoves his way through all of the people to get straight to the front. It is surprising that he is able to get to the front. The guy looks to be about 5 feet 5 inches tall and no more than 130 pounds. What he lacks in size though, he makes up with the impeccable suit and tie combo that he wears that obviously was custom made for his small frame.
Desk Man: Listen, unless you are...
Man: I am Charles E. Orrenthal so save your breath. You guys called me on behalf of my new client, Trent Michaels.
Desk Man: Oh yeah...you see all these people. HE is the reason why they are all standing here.
CEO: How so?
Desk Man: Follow me.
The two walk over to an elevator an in the elevator is a naked Trent Michaels laying in a pool of his own vomit and blood.
CEO: What the hell happened?
Desk Man: He arrived at the hotel with what looked to be a woman but there are varying stories to that. Anyways, they never made it back to his hotel room as Trent started throwing up and the he/she thing left him to throwing up in the elevator.
CEO: WHY THE HELL DIDN'T SOMEBODY HELP HIM OR CALL 9-1-1 AT LEAST?
Desk Man: He said he was fine! We wanted to help but he closed the door and we thought he just went up into his room without a problem but every time somebody came to use the elevator, it came down with him laying in it. For a contact he put you down so we contacted you to come and get him.
CEO: This is just great. My first day trying to mold my Conglomerate and this happens.
Orrenthal walks over to the elevator.
CEO: Oh Trent...you better get your shit together before Wrestlelution!
To Be Continued...
Trent: I TOLD YOU ALL! THAT FUCK WAS A LIAR!
Bartender: Listen...I don't care why you seem so happy...
Trent: CAUSE I WAS RIGHT! I WON!!!!
Bartender: Ok fine. You won, you want a medal?
Trent: YES I FUCKING DO! I WILL GET IT AT WRESTLELUTION!
Bartender: Fine but stay the fuck off the stool ok?
Trent: FINE!
Trent proceeds to jump on top of the bar itself strutting across very Ric Flair like.
Trent: PLAY FREEBIRD!!! OR THRILLER!!!
A tear shows in his eyes...
Trent: Fucking MJ...WHY?
You kiddie loving freak! You musical genius kiddie loving freak!Bartender: OK MAN YOU ARE OUTTA HERE!
The bartender makes a motion and two bouncers come over and grab Trent Michaels by his ankles and grab him from the bar and escort him out of the bar.
Trent: FUCK YOU SKYBAR! YOUR BARTENDER WAS A HOMO ANYWAYS!
Lady: Hey there...I heard what you said in there and had to follow you out.
Trent turns and sees a stunningly hot looking woman smoking a cig.
Trent: What part babe?
Lady: You winning, him being a liar. You're Trent Michaels aren't you? You just beat Matt Thornhill right?
Trent: Oh it is so fucking hot when women talk wrestling with me....
Trent stops and sees something that causes him to choke mid sentence.
Lady: What's wrong sexy?
Trent: Uh...that scar on your throat...
Lady: Oh yeah...that. Wow, I guess you are quick to pick up on tiny little secrets like you did with Thornhill.
Trent: Yeah...so....
Lady: Well...they have this operation...
Trent: AWWWWW MAN!!!!!
Lady: USE TO BE!
Trent: So that means?
Lady: I am ALLLLLL lady now!
Trent: So what do we call that. You are like a tranny but a woman?
Lady: In the eyes of the government and what it shows on my drivers license, I am 100% woman.
Trent: That's fucking hot...
Maybe it is the alcohol or the drugs we didn't see Trent take but Trent somehow finds this disgustingly hot and walks over and licks the scar that is dead center on this "lady's" throat.
Lady: So you wanna get out of here?
Trent: Fuck yes. I am staying at the Adam's Mark hotel. Why don't we head there for some fun and games. Maybe I can recreate me beating Matt Thornhill with my penis.
Lady: mmmmm....that sounds wonderful!
12 hours later....
The front desk is packed with people at the Adam's Mark hotel but one man shoves his way through all of the people to get straight to the front. It is surprising that he is able to get to the front. The guy looks to be about 5 feet 5 inches tall and no more than 130 pounds. What he lacks in size though, he makes up with the impeccable suit and tie combo that he wears that obviously was custom made for his small frame.
Desk Man: Listen, unless you are...
Man: I am Charles E. Orrenthal so save your breath. You guys called me on behalf of my new client, Trent Michaels.
Desk Man: Oh yeah...you see all these people. HE is the reason why they are all standing here.
CEO: How so?
Desk Man: Follow me.
The two walk over to an elevator an in the elevator is a naked Trent Michaels laying in a pool of his own vomit and blood.
CEO: What the hell happened?
Desk Man: He arrived at the hotel with what looked to be a woman but there are varying stories to that. Anyways, they never made it back to his hotel room as Trent started throwing up and the he/she thing left him to throwing up in the elevator.
CEO: WHY THE HELL DIDN'T SOMEBODY HELP HIM OR CALL 9-1-1 AT LEAST?
Desk Man: He said he was fine! We wanted to help but he closed the door and we thought he just went up into his room without a problem but every time somebody came to use the elevator, it came down with him laying in it. For a contact he put you down so we contacted you to come and get him.
CEO: This is just great. My first day trying to mold my Conglomerate and this happens.
Orrenthal walks over to the elevator.
CEO: Oh Trent...you better get your shit together before Wrestlelution!
To Be Continued...