Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2023 23:58:43 GMT -5
CARNIVAL OF CHAOS
The camera opens to the entrance of a colossal rollercoaster, its twisted steel tracks reaching for the sky like the skeletal fingers of some futuristic beast. The sun bathes the scene in a warm, golden glow, and the distant screams of thrill-seekers add to the palpable excitement in the air. Among the crowd, standing with a confident grin, is Trent Killjoy, his jet-black hair fluttering gently in the breeze.
THE
EXCITEMENT
BUILDS
As the line moves forward, Trent steps onto the loading platform. The roar of the coaster's engine grows louder, its rhythmic chugging like the heartbeat of a creature ready to be unleashed. He approaches the ride attendant, his eyes alight with anticipation, and takes his assigned seat. The restraint locks in place with a satisfying click, and Trent's grip on the safety bar tightens as he prepares to embrace the chaos that lies ahead.
With a sudden jolt, the rollercoaster springs to life, its wheels grinding against the tracks as it slowly ascends the initial hill. The world below seems to shrink, the crowd becoming a sea of miniature figures. Trent's heart races as he reaches the apex, suspended for a brief, exhilarating moment at the precipice of a heart-pounding descent. The air is charged with excitement and a touch of nervous energy.
And then, without warning, the coaster hurtles downward, a rush of wind whipping against Trent's face. His fingers cling to the safety bar as the world blurs around him, the sensation of speed and gravity melding into a heady symphony. The roller coaster twists, turns, and loops, each maneuver more thrilling than the last. Trent's heart pounds in his chest, a rhythm in tune with the twists and dives of the ride. The rush of adrenaline floods his veins, igniting a fire of excitement within.
THUD
THUD
THUD
As the ride continues its dizzying array of twists and turns, his heart racing, Trent can't help but throw his head back and laugh. The chaos of the rollercoaster mirrors the chaos he thrives on in the wrestling ring—the unpredictable, the heart-pounding, the rush of pushing his limits. The wind whips through his hair, his laughter blending with the screams of those around him.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity of exhilaration, the rollercoaster eases to a gradual halt back at the loading platform. Trent's heart still races, his breath coming in excited pants as the safety restraint releases. With a grin of pure satisfaction, he steps off the coaster, his legs wobbly but his spirit soaring.
Trent stands among the throng of people, a victorious glint in his eyes. The rollercoaster has left an indelible mark on his senses, a reminder that life is meant to be lived with unbridled enthusiasm, a thirst for adrenaline, and a willingness to embrace the chaos. As he walks away from the ride, the echo of his laughter lingers, a testament to the joy of the unexpected and the thrill of the unknown.
ADRENALINE RUSH
WELCOME TO THE CHAOS
A camera comes up on Trent who’s expression, though unseen, conveys a mix of amusement and curiosity as he listens to his opponents thoughts on his new makeover. His fingers hover over the virtual keyboard killing the feed, formulating a response that mirrors his unapologetic demeanor, rolling his eyes he starts a recording.
“Ladies and gentlemen, gather 'round, because it seems we've got ourselves a philosopher in the midst of the chaos. A wordsmith, a maestro of snark and cynicism, who's decided to step into my domain and spin her little yarn. Oh, trust me, I'm diggin' the tune, I'm nodding along to the rhythm of your rambling monologue, my friend. But let's not mistake your verbosity for a challenge that'll rattle my resolve.”
He tilts his head, sitting in front of the tent of some middle of nowhere carnival, the same one he had been just riding a rollercoaster at. It wasn't strange for Trent to find some way to get a taste of adrenaline. Hell for him it was like a drug. Be it rollercoasters, speeding down the highway in his blue Ferrari SF90 Spider, or even at a concert. It didn't matter, he could find an adrenaline high, like a coke head looking for their next line of that snow.
“You see, I've never been the one to take the conventional route, to follow the same formulaic path as everyone else. So, while you're content with collecting paychecks and treating this as a playground, I've been working my ass off to carve my name into the annals of Rise. You claim that you're not serious, that you're here for a good time and some extra bucks. Kudos to you for being candid about it, but don't mistake my intensity for a lack of enjoyment. Oh, I enjoy this all right. I enjoy being the wrench in the works, the wild card that shakes up the system. I'm not here to be liked, to be cheered, or to cater to the fans' every whim. I'm here to dominate, to be the name that everyone fears when it's printed on the match card. And you know what? I don't need to tell everyone that's who I am. I show it every time I step through those ropes.”
All this talk about him and how his opponent wanted to be nothing more than a drug riddled wrench in the companies, policies and procedures. It seemed that Ms. Venom, was just nothing more than a flash in the pan, liability that could cost the company millions, but he wasn't going to hold that against her. He was simply going to do his job. Even if that meant to knock that chip off her shoulder and put her flat on her back. Though it seems she was used to that, at least according to rumors in the locker room.
“You say I've been hyping myself up, and you're damn right about that. I don't need anyone else's validation, anyone else's applause. I do this for myself, to prove to myself that I can overcome any obstacle, that I can stand tall amidst the chaos. I've faced Colossus, Adams, and countless others, not to just conquer them, but to conquer myself—to conquer the doubts, the insecurities, and the ghosts of my past failures. As for the title, well, I don't need to remind you of the old adage "third time's a charm," do I? The numbers are against me, you say? Well, let me tell you something about numbers—they can be twisted and manipulated to fit any narrative. But the narrative I'm focused on is the one I'm crafting with my every move, every decision, every match. You know nothing about me, except what I let you see, pillow princess. Somewhere a porn company is missing its star, or rather, the wanna be star.”
He knew that one had to sting. Hell if he was a liar he would say her words didn't sink into his core. But they did. However, unlike her, he wouldn't let it bother him. He had a decision to make and he would make it, even if it meant making an example of her and anyone else who came down to that ring.
“And speaking of decisions, you decided to take the easy way, the path of least resistance. You stumbled into Rise, ruffled some feathers, and got your spot. Good for you, really. But don't confuse that with a statement of superiority. It's like a kid sneaking into the VIP section at a concert and thinking they're on par with the headliners. Your approach might be laid-back, but trust me, that doesn't make you immune to the storm I'm bringing.”
He took some time to pause, trying to think over everything that had been said to him, ever in this industry. People who told him that he wouldn't amount to anything. People who told him that he needed to be something else. Then when he changes a few things about his appearance, there's still people to make comments. That's the thing, you can't please everyone, every moment, of every day. You could only make one person truly happy, yourself.
“So, you're here for the paycheck and a good time. I respect that in a way, but don't pretend like you have the upper hand here. You can call me serious, overthinking, or whatever you want. At the end of the day, I know who I am, I know what I'm capable of, and I know that when that bell rings, it's not just about winning or losing. It's about proving that my intensity, my drive, and my determination aren't just words—I live them in that ring. And hey, you may not want the spotlight, the fame, or the glory, but guess what? I'm not just taking those for myself; I'm taking them for everyone who has been doubted, for everyone who has been told they can't make it, for everyone who's been dismissed as insignificant. I'm taking it all, and I'm putting it on my shoulders, not just for me, but for everyone who believes in what I represent.”
He was always like that, taking it upon himself to be the voice of the Outcast. That's what made him chuckle about Spencer. Spencer felt he was the ultimate outcast. He felt that he had the weight of the world on his shoulders, and unlike Trent, Spencer crumbled under the weight of it all and ran out of Outcast Championship Wrestling, because he couldn't handle the pressure.
“So, keep throwing your words around, keep making light of the storm I'm brewing. When the dust settles and the chaos subsides, when the symphony of battle concludes, we'll see who's left standing. And if it's me, which it will be, then you'll learn that numbers can be rewritten, narratives can change, and the outcome of a match is never set in stone. But hey, enjoy the paycheck, have your fun. Hell, win a match, buy some more blow and alcohol and drink yourself into another blackout, you are just another “Darkside of the Ring” story waiting to happen. But remember this—the spotlight isn't just for the winners; it's for those who bring the fury, the fight, and the unyielding determination. So, brace yourself, my easy going friend, because I'm about to show you what it truly means to dominate, to leave a mark, and to redefine what it means to be a force in Rise.”
He stands and starts to walk deeper into the carnival, the camera's following him as he stands just outside of the bungee jump line. Another shot of adrenaline for Trent and it's back to the blow for Miss Venom. Let's see who really is left standing at the end.
“See you in the chaos, my friend. It's gonna be one hell of a ride.”
Trent smirks as the camera fades out, leaving behind a lingering aura of unapologetic intensity and a promise of chaos to come.