Trent "Trauma" Kasta

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Fade in to the awesome sight of Trent Kasta walking out of Viking Hall, and up to a new orange charger.

[Trent:] *Grumble grumble* Gene almost ripped my head off.. - he shifts the icepack on his neck - WAIT! What the fucking fuck!?

In the driver's seat of his charger is a giant teddy bear, and on the teddy bear's lap sits a dozen roses and a box of chocolates...

[Trent:] I told the backstage guys I'm not into groupies.... Dear lord...

As the Charger growls to a start and he pulls out, the camera shifts to the shoulder of one roselyn pride, giggling like a little girl behind a vw bug in the parking garage.

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Scene opens up with what seems to be a half-naked Trent Kasta all tied up in a corner of an empty room. Trent, with a fixed, horrified-yet-quizzical stare is approached by a giggling Roselyn.

[Roselyn]: Teddy!

Roselyn runs up to Trent, hugging and squeezing him as he stares at her blankly.

[Roselyn]: Mmm…. I finally have my teddy bear…

Roselyn approaches him, then drops to her knees and begins rubbing her face against his chest.

[Roselyn]: …my teddy bear.

Trent looks confused as Roselyn stands and sits on his lap, gyrating her hips into his.... all the while holding him tightly. He almost makes a disgusted face as she pulls his head right down to hers.

[Roselyn]: Why don’t you talk? Is something bothering you, sweetie? I finally have you, and I'm gonna make you ALL MINE....

Roselyn forces a kiss on Trent's lips as he stares at her in shock. Roselyn holds onto Trauma and continues to rub herself slowly against his body for a few moments before stopping and putting her head on his lap. She falls asleep, with a eery smile on her face.. Trauma continues to stare at Roselyn in disbelief, and begins grinding the ropes that bind him against the edge of the chair. FADE

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The long missing Trent Kasta is seen walking into the gym facilities in Philly. He looks a bit pale, wearing a sleeveless KU Jayhawks Tee and a pair of black breakaway pants. His dreadlocks are pulled back and contained in a bandanna, and a dark pair of aviators rest on top of his head. As he enters, the sports doc/trainer looks up from the benchpress he's spotting for DIVA DYNAMITE, and in a shock, drops the barbell. 30 pounds of SOLID FUCKIN' STEEL (that's including the weight of the bar) bear down on the poor girl, and she begins gasping for breath...

[trainer:] Holy Crap! You're here! You haven't been here in ages! I figured I'd stop scheduling appointments after the first 3 months, but a little part of me kept holding on to that piece of hope...

[trent:] Yeah, well... Moto kinda put the fear of god in me when he started reading the stipulations of my contract and said it was in jeopardy if I didn't do my physical therapy...

[trainer:] He loves flexing his power muscles over the phone.

[trent:] Did you know that man doesn't know how to keep people out of his office when he's conducting business?

Diva Dynamite is now beginning to squeal like a Japanese schoolgirl in a tentacle embrace. Trent is agitated... and slightly amused... and slightly aroused ()

[trainer:] I saw the footage. I can guess she's the last person you want to speak to right now.

[trent:] Goddamn right. Her and the boss, actually. I think he likes this teddy-bear-stalking-me crap. I frankly wouldn't mind it if she stalked me naked. But even that would be a little creepy.

He drops his gym bag and removes the bandanna.
Alright doc, let's get this crap over with. I need to get my atlas loosened up if I'm going to be headbutting that stupid bitch in the ring...

[trainer:] Alright.
He motions over towards the door.
Let's get you on a heat pad and loosen that neck up. Then we'll start stretches.

[diva dynamite:] Um.. uh...Trent, could you um... well, um.. help me Puh-lease!? *squeak*

Trent lifts the dumbell off her chest, using only his index finger. He gives her a bit of a scowl, and she slinks away like a beaten dog.


[trainer:] Yes, well. *ahem*. Ready?

FADE

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Scene opens up to a television screen with an old NDP promo tape being rewound. It stops, the tracking catches up, and the audio chimes in...

[Tape:]....“Roselyn, one day you’ll find true love”. You know what? My time WILL NOT come; I WILL NOT find true love. By the time I do I’ll be dead! Why bother? WHY FREAKIN' BOTHER?

The image of Roselyn Pride pulls out a pocket knife and begins cutting her arm. The tape pauses right at the instant the blood begins to flow.

Camera pans over to reveal a dark room with a single hanging light wobbling from the ceiling. A muscular, long-haired figure steps into the light just enough to have it eerily illuminate his sinister brow. A bright cherry of a cigar lights up around the figure's mouth, and we hear a masculine exhale. We now recognize him as a very calculating Trent Kasta. He throws the cigar aside and it lands in a puddle with a sizzle. He begins to speak gutturally, in one of the most intimidating voices we've ever heard from the normally laid-back man.

[Trent:] I think you were right, Rosey. And although you couldn't tell me so at the time, Jo Ryder was wrong about you. You can't change. You can't cope. Take a good long look at the scars on your forearms.

Now tell me you're healthy. Tell me disappointment is a welcome factor in your day-to-day life....

He turns to the left and steps out of the light, and the camera's night-vision comes on, making it even more frightening as his green silhouette and bright, reflective eyes begin to pace back and forth across the camera's view. The camera shakes as he steps, implying his movement is something to be noticed.

He chuckles. Tell me you aren't an emo fan...

But all joking aside, Rose, your teddy bear is about to join you. And judging by your masochistic nature, you're going to love every minute of it.

You've gotten on my last nerve, Roselyn Pride. You've taken what isn't yours, you've hindered my growth as a wrestler in this (e)fed, and you've given the paramedics more cause for concern than any other person when it comes to my immediate health. I've tried to play it cool. I've tried to walk it off. I've chocked it up to your pseudo-narcissistic, "I wanna play the psycho because it makes me an individual", underdeveloped, over-medicated nature.

Humiliate me all you want on National TV. That's what we make the big bucks for.
But the second you took me from my home, locked me in a room, and played tea-time with me, you welcomed me into yours.

Trent walks over to the camera and puts a polaroid picture up to the lens. The polaroid clearly shows Roselyn Pride's bedroom, black satin sheets and all, covered in tar. On the bed is a giant teddy bear, the one with the bow that Roselyn left in Trent's car, with a rose in its paw. A withered, black rose. The eyeballs are hanging by threads, the inside stuffing has been replaced by something heavy, as indicated by the bear-shaped indentation and cracks in the wall behind the bed... implying that the bear was tossed in, hit the wall, and landed where it sat.

Have fun self-injuring over this travesty, Rosey-baby.
I left the pocket knife on your night-stand, on top of my love letter.

Trent steps out of the camera's view for a second, and comes back with a scotch glass full of liquid.

Here's to our undying love.... may teddy rest in peace.

He downs the liquid and tosses the scotch glass at the camera. The lens cracks, the camera falls to the ground, and focuses on a black rose that lays next to it. In the background, we can see a small teddy bear.

Camera Fades.

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MCPRO WRES NEWS

NEWS BREAK:

In a recent Q&A with Twinky McLanahan, he revealed that McLanahan Pro had acquired a new talent trainer in one Mr. Trent Kasta.

Trent Kasta intends to remain on active status with NDP while training the McPro talent.

Q&A with Mr. Kasta here.

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A grainy, low quality youtube-esque movie is transmitted suddenly on NDP airwaves... As the night-vision camera comes into focus, we can see a giant teddy bear head swaying in front of the lens. The video is clearly being taken from within a small linen closet, and the teddy bear's fur is disheveled and burned in spots. The head slowly comes off, and two furry paws wipe the sweat off the face of a pale, malnourished Trent Kasta. His signature dreadlocks are ZOMGWTF gone, leaving a shaved head...

[Trent:] I don't have much time...

His eyes are sunken and surrounded by dark circles, and the stubble on his face is hardly as flattering as it normally would be.

[Trent:] This is my memoir. This is me, as Anne Frank. This is me, sans taco.

The man is obviously disheveled and in dire need of a taco.

[Trent:] Rosey, she.. she feeds me fake roses. Teddy bears only eat fake roses. You know, Ben Franklin, Big Lots and Michael's type food. (If you're in a relationship with a woman, you know of these places.) She burns me when I don't eat the roses. She extinguishes sticks of Incense on my fur-places. Really bad Incense. Like, Hot topic brand. It's tolerable, the burning... not the smell.

But sometimes it burns through the mesh...

He pulls a small red string of silk from between his two front teeth

[Trent:] You know, the roses, they're not so bad... Considering I snuck a bottle of Tobasco in the bear suit. But the shit's not nutritious. Apparently Rosey's somewhat privy because she's been giving me multivitamins. The part of her that isn't a complete lunatic doesn't want a murder trial. But you know multivitamins are bunk, your body doesn't absorb that! I didn't take 2 years of Sports Medicine and Anatomy with the intent to someday chow down on some Centrum! TRENT NEED FOOD!

He sighs deeply, not caring about how loud he's being, but frustrated to the point of madness at his current situation.

[Trent:] Lady's gonna come back. She's gonna be all "TRAUMY Y U DISAPPEARS?" and then I'm gonna be all *BEAR SHRUG* and then we'll have a tea party then a dance party, then I'll sleep alone on the floor while she talks in her sleep. Jesus Christ you'd think if the woman was gonna break Geneva conventions in her treatment of me, she'd at least give me a spooning or some cuddle time. No, she's wasting that crazy luv on some nuzzle time with her build-a-bears when she could have the whole shebang right here! I'm more swank than Teddy Ruxpin! I don't even need a cassette tape in my spine!

I swear to Christ I'm gonna kill Joey. I'm gonna pop his little eyes out. He's gonna be walking along one day, all Paddington bear with his little hat and umbrella and I'm gonna prison shank his ass. He'll be my bitch. Then Rosey will want me.... and when she wants me...

Mr. Kasta has obviously lost some of his humanity and is losing his mind due to his unwaivering intregrity. His inability to break his contract and his duty to conform to the status at hand unquestioningly is forming a predictable plot hook...

[Trent:] ...she'll share her food with me. Just like Joey.
Trent looks around cautiously, stops and listens for a second, and his eyes widen.
[Trent:] Did you hear that disembodied voice? That shit's uncanny! It's like Smeagol with the 'MASTER HAS BETRAYED' sizzle. Did they say something about "predictable plot hook"? Predictable my ass. I'm gonna totally fix this. I'll like, win the girl and be the Beariest bear on Bearington avenue. She's not taking me to see Twilight again, at least not without my consent.

The camera falls over slowly and we hear Trent muttering "Crap, crap, crap. Shitty Korean two-bit camera stands. I wonder if it's recyclable? Could I get some soup Kitchen action if I find a suitable doppelgänger? Who's gonna upload this? Why am I wearing a thong under my bear suit? How come I still have my cell phone, and why is Twinky still sending me a weekly horoscope? What's the Help Police Rape Fire number again?"

FADE OUT