Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2023 19:20:33 GMT -5
THE MISTAKES WE MAKE
The camera focuses on a dimly lit room, a full-length mirror against one wall. Trent Killjoy stands before it, his face half-covered in his signature skeletal face paint. He stares at his reflection, a sense of contemplation in his eyes.
“It’s time to put old things to rest. It’s time to forge into a new era. A new me. Clearly, this wasn’t working. Holding back, whimpering in pain. None of it was helping my cause. It didn’t help me against Spencer, it did me no favors against Colossus. This is what must be done.”
His voice is low, carrying an air of determination. With slow, deliberate movements, he reaches up and begins to wipe away the face paint, revealing his true features underneath. His expression remains focused as he studies his own face, now mostly unmasked. He starts to see the real him now. No need to hide anymore. He wasn’t broken, he was whole.
“For too long, I've hidden behind this paint, this facade that was meant to embody my pain and darkness. But I've come to realize that the pain doesn't define me, the darkness doesn't control me. I am the one who controls my fate. After the loss to Colossus, the Rise Championship slipping through my fingers once more, I realize now, this wasn’t getting me anywhere.”
As the last traces of paint are removed, Trent's face is fully exposed to the mirror. His gaze lingers on his own reflection, almost as if he's seeing himself for the first time. His fingers running up his cheeks, before he picked up the electric razor, trimming the sides of his hair away, leaving the center in a mohawk style.
“It's a new chapter, a new beginning. The past may have shaped me, but it doesn't dictate my future. I am the one who controls that. I am the one who brings about my own fate. Trent Killjoy: Holding back... it's something I've done for far too long. The chains of the past, the weight of my own doubts, they've held me back from fully embracing my potential. But that's changing now. There's a fire within me, a hunger to unleash everything I've been holding back. No more reservations, no more hesitations. The time for restraint is over; now, I'm stepping into the ring with everything I've got, no holds barred.”
His gaze hardens as he speaks, his voice carrying a newfound determination.
“The past doesn't define me, and I refuse to let it dictate my future. I'm done with second-guessing, done with doubting my own abilities. This is my moment to shine, to show the world who I truly am. I won't be held back by fear or regret anymore. From now on, I'm giving it my all, unleashing every ounce of my potential, and embracing the power that's been within me all along.”
His attention shifts to a nearby table, where a pair of light-up sunglasses rest. He stands moving over to pick them up, the LED lights casting a subtle glow in his room. This is clearly a hotel room, somewhere indistinct by the style of it.
“Just as the darkness can't define me, neither can the pain. It's time to embrace the light, to rise above and let go of the weight that's held me down.”
He places the sunglasses on, pushing them up onto his head, the light reflecting in his eyes as he turns his focus to a nearby open suitcase. Inside, a new set of ring gear rests. A pair of pants with "Killjoy" down the sides and a jacket that emanates a soft, pulsating light. He carefully takes out the pants and jacket, holding them up as he addresses the mirror once more.
“This gear, this light, symbolizes my rebirth. It's a reminder that I can be more than the pain, more than the darkness. The old me, the one shrouded in darkness, is gone. It's time to let the past die, to step into the light and embrace a new identity. An identity that is going to take me to the heights I want to take here.”
He puts on the pants and jacket, the lights glowing brighter as he moves around the room, checking out the jacket’s flashing lights. Seeing what different settings it has. Smirking he nods, knowing this was going to be different for everyone, himself included.
“To my opponents, both past and present, the past versions of me would have been consumed by the darkness of vengeance. But now, I'm different. I'm not held back by the need for revenge or the weight of history. To each of you, I want to say thank you. For you taught me a lesson, you showed me that I can still do this, despite everything that has happened in my past.”
He reaches out and turns off the lights in the jacket, leaving only the faint glow of the sunglasses for now. After a few moments of checking out his new gear, he turns off the sunglasses and looks at his reflection in the mirror. Everything about himself that he used to hate, was gone. He felt good about himself, good about his future and what was going to be coming for him soon. Colossus would hand that title over to him, he just needed to get over one little speed bump, Valkyrie Venom.
“I step into the ring not as a vessel of pain, but as a force of change. It's time to rewrite my story, to create a legacy that's defined by my own terms. The skeleton face paint is gone, the darkness is behind me. The light is guiding me forward, to the future that we all know is bright and shiny. Once I finish with Valkyrie Venom, I will move forward to face off against Colussus and end his title reign.”
With one last look at the mirror, Trent's gaze hardens with resolve. The camera fades as he walks away from the mirror, ready to step into the ring with a renewed purpose.
THE PAST AND THE PRESENT
The camera focuses on Trent Killjoy, his location unknown at this time, leaning against a wall, his trademark smirk etched on his face. The confidence he exudes seems to be tangible, an aura that surrounds him like a cloak.
“What you see standing before you might be a bit jarring. No more face paint, no more hiding behind a persona that wasn’t working. For me.. for you all.. for who I want to be. That Trent, the one who was holding back, he’s gone. What you see in front of you now, is the man who WILL be the Rise Champion.”
The face paint is gone, the gothic clothing is gone. Now standing before everyone is a man who looks like he’s done with all those theatrics. The outfit now is one of a man who knew who he was and what he wanted.
“Valkyrie Venom, huh? The self-proclaimed #1 contender for the Elevate Title, facing off against yours truly, the #1 contender for the RISE World Title. Now, I don't know about you, Valkyrie, but I'm not one for coincidences. Two top contenders, two titles, one ring – all happening under the same spotlight. It's almost poetic, isn't it? They say numbers don't lie, right? Well, let's break it down then. You're the supposed future of the Elevate division, and I'm the future of RISE. But here's the twist – the future doesn't wait, and it certainly doesn't stand still for anyone.”
He chuckles softly, the sound carrying a hint of amusement. It seems that every week on Rise, he was booked. They only book the best right? That’s what Trent always heard. The best of the best get booked, while the ones who can’t hack it, run and hide.
“You see, Valkyrie, the #1 contender spot is just a label, a shiny sticker they slap on someone who's managed to win a few matches in a row. But when it comes to true contender-ship, it's not about the label, it's about what you bring to the table. And let me tell you something – I bring an intensity, a hunger, a passion that can't be matched. But here's the thing, Valkyrie. As much as you like to hype yourself up, as much as you want to believe that you're the future of this industry, you're looking in the wrong direction. Because, my dear, you're gazing at the past, the present, and the future all rolled into one – Trent Mother Fucking Killjoy.”
He pushes himself off the wall, taking a few steps as his eyes remain fixed on an imaginary opponent as if he was speaking to her alone. Basing everything he knew on what he knew of her from the clips he could find.
“You see, Valkyrie, you might be the #1 contender for the Elevate Title, and I might be the #1 contender for the RISE World Title. But let's not kid ourselves – there's only room for one #1 in this equation. And when I step into that ring with you, it's not just for bragging rights. It's to show you and everyone else that I'm not just a contender, I'm a force to be reckoned with.”
He stops, his eyes locked on the camera, intensity burning in their depths. He gives the camera a wink and begins to speak again.
“I've clawed my way up from the bottom, faced challenges that would make most crumble, and emerged stronger every single time. You, Valkyrie, are just another obstacle on my path to greatness. You might think you're the next big thing, but I've been the big thing since day one. And you, Valkyrie, you're just another name on the list. Another chapter in my story of dominance. When we step into that ring, know that you're stepping into my domain, my territory. I've faced bigger, badder, and tougher people than you, and I've conquered them all.”
He smirks again, his confidence unwavering.
“So let's not waste any more time with empty words, Valkyrie. Let's save the grandiose speeches for someone who cares. When we step into that ring, the only thing that will matter is who walks out as the true #1 contender, who leaves their mark as the undeniable force that no one can ignore. Bring your A-game, your determination, your hunger. Because you're going to need it all and more to even come close to taking the spotlight away from me.”
He takes a step closer to the camera, his tone dropping to a low, intense whisper.
“Prepare yourself, Valkyrie. Because when it's all said and done, you'll know that there's only one rightful #1 contender, and that's Trent Killjoy. And after our match, as the dust settles, as the echoes of our clash linger in the air, you'll realize that this isn't just a contest for bragging rights – it's a declaration of dominance.”
With a final, almost chilling grin, Trent Killjoy walks away, leaving a trail of confident energy behind him.