Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me|| Trent Killjoy 2

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The backstage area at the OCW arena buzzed with energy as the Rise event drew closer. Wrestlers hurried back and forth, technicians checked their equipment, and the atmosphere was electric with anticipation. Amid the controlled chaos, one figure stood out – Trent Killjoy, the Midnight Massacre, a lone silhouette amidst the flurry of activity.

Trent leaned against a concrete wall, the dim light above casting long shadows across his face, accentuating his chiseled features. He ran a hand through his long hair, pushing it back from his forehead, and his piercing blue eyes remained fixed on the distant ring entrance. The intensity in his gaze was unmistakable, a burning determination that had carried him through the highs and lows of his wrestling career.

His attire was a testament to his unique persona – a leather jacket adorned with spikes, studs and glowing strips, dark pants, and boots that spoke of rebellion and defiance. The dim glow of the corridor lights played off the silver chains that hung from his belt, clinking softly with every subtle movement.

Trent took a deep breath, savoring the scent of sweat and adrenaline that permeated the air. The memories of countless battles, the roar of the crowd, and the taste of victory and defeat all rushed back to him, fueling his spirit. He closed his eyes for a moment, centering himself, finding that place of calm within the storm.

The time had come to prepare for his match, a contenders vs. champions tag team showdown that held the promise of glory. Trent pushed away from the wall, his boots echoing in the empty corridor as he made his way to the gear area. The technicians and support staff parted before him, recognizing the focused determination in his stride.

Finally, he reached his destination, a large wooden gear box placed strategically backstage. Trent climbed up onto it, his leather-clad frame perched atop the makeshift seat. From this vantage point, he had a perfect view of the entrance curtain, where his destiny awaited. The minutes ticked away, and as the adrenaline coursed through his veins, Trent Killjoy's mind remained razor-sharp, ready to embrace the chaos of the ring. Trent Killjoy, the Midnight Massacre, leans back in on the gear box with a smirk as he thinks about the things he had just heard.

"Ah, Dick, always the charmer. You sure know how to paint a picture, my man. You talk a big game, but let's not forget that actions speak louder than words. Yeah, I've had my ups and downs, but that's what makes this business so damn exciting. It's about climbing back up that ladder after each fall, and believe me, I've been climbing. I may have stumbled in the past, but now, I'm hungrier than ever."

Trent's expression grows more serious as he locks eyes with the camera.

"You talk about choking and failing to deliver when it counts. Well, that's where you're wrong, Dick. This is a new chapter, a fresh start. And at Rise and Uprise, you're going to see a Trent Killjoy who's not just here to entertain but to dominate. My Killjoy finisher, it's like poetry in motion, and when it hits, it's lights out. You can underestimate me all you want, but when I step into that ring, I'll prove you wrong. I'm coming for that championship, Dick, and I don't care if it's you or anyone else holding it. You can talk all you want, but when the bell rings, actions will speak louder than words. Get ready for chaos, because I'm about to take this place by storm."

He leans forward, his tone intense.

“Now, as for your monster, Colossus, he's undoubtedly a force to be reckoned with. But remember, I've faced giants before, and I've come out on top. I'm not here to run from a challenge; I'm here to embrace it. Colossus can be big, bad, and tough, but I'm no pushover either. When we step into that ring, it'll be a battle for the ages, and the best man will prevail. So, Dick, you can talk all you want about how Colossus deserves to be World Heavyweight Champion, but I've got my own dreams and ambitions. Tonight is where I plan to make my mark, and no amount of trash talk will change that. When the dust settles, we'll see who's left standing, and I'm betting on the Midnight Massacre and Miss Venom."

Trent's gaze narrows as he thinks about Dick's words, both this time and the last time, his competitive fire burning even brighter.

"You doubt me, Dick, and that's your prerogative. But I've been in the trenches, fought tooth and nail to get where I am. I've faced adversity head-on, and I've come out stronger every time. I thrive under pressure, and I embrace the chaos. That's what makes me dangerous. So go on, continue to do so. So go on and continue to do so. It will make my win oh so sweet."

Trent Killjoy leans back, a determined glint in his eye, ready to face the challenges ahead. He couldn't wait to get his hands on Colossus again, but he needed to remind himself that he also had Benjamin Maddox to worry about.

"Benjamin Maddox, you've been coasting on mediocrity for far too long, and it's time someone called you out on it. You talk about not being impressed with others, but let's talk about your own lackluster performances. You've been given opportunities, time and time again, and what have you done with them? Not much, to be honest.”

He leans back up, hands on his knees. Underneath him one of the gear boxes, rolls a bit causing him to laugh.

“You may call yourself 'The Dynamic,' but your recent track record doesn't scream dynamic. It screams stagnant. You've become complacent, Benjamin, and it's showing in your lack of success. You're like a broken record, repeating the same tired lines about how great you are, but your actions in the ring tell a different story.”

He smirks looking into the camera, his mind focused on the task at hand.

“Now, don't get me wrong; I'm not underestimating your abilities. I know you have talent, but talent alone won't get you far in this business. It takes dedication, hard work, and a hunger to succeed. You can't just rest on your laurels and expect to rise to the top. You have to earn it, and lately, you haven't been earning much of anything.”

Trent seemed to be one hundred percent in it to win it. It was rare that the fans got to see him more than once. Something about this, NEW Trent was better. Flashier, more full of life.

“But here's the thing, Benjamin, I'm not here to tear you down. I'm here to push you to be better. I'm here to remind you of the fire that got you into this business in the first place. It's time for you to step up your game and prove that you belong in the same ring as Colossus, myself, and the others. It's time for you to show us that you're not just a one-trick pony but a true force to be reckoned with. Just because you have that title, doesn’t mean you are a champion. You don’t have the heart for it.”

He gave the camera another smirk.

“So, at Rise, bring your A-game, Benjamin, because I'm not taking this match lightly and I know that Miss Venom isn’t either. I'm here to win, to prove myself, and to remind everyone why Trent Killjoy is a name to remember. You can either step up and make this a match to remember or continue down the path of mediocrity. The choice is yours, but remember, the clock is ticking, and time waits for no one. Tick Tock.. Tick Tock."

He paused for a few moments, thinking over the next course of action. Not that he needed to address his partner, but he felt he needed to after their battle of strength recently.

"Valkyrie Venom, you and I have quite the history, don't we? We've beaten the hell out of each other, left it all in the ring, and now, here we are, tag team partners in this contenders vs. champions match. It's a strange twist of fate, but I'm not one to hold grudges. In fact, I have a deep respect for you and your abilities. We may have clashed in the past, but I've always known that you're one tough competitor. You've got a unique style, a fearless attitude, and a hunger for success that's hard to match. And I have to admit, when I heard we'd be teaming up, I was intrigued. I see the potential in this partnership, and I believe that together, we can make some serious noise.”

He takes a deep breath before speaking again.

“But let's not kid ourselves, Valkyrie. This isn't going to be a walk in the park. We're facing some tough competition in Colossus and his partner, and they're not going to take it easy on us. It's going to be a battle, and we need to be on the same page, working together seamlessly to come out on top. I know we've had our differences, but now is not the time to dwell on the past. It's time to look forward, to focus on the task at hand, and to prove to everyone that we can rise above our differences and work together as a team. So, Valkyrie, let's show the world what we're made of. Let's put our egos aside, bring our A-game, and make a statement in this match. We may not be best friends, but we share a common goal – to win and earn our shot at those championships, that rightfully belong to us.”

He shrugged.

“I'm ready to give it my all, and I know you are too. Let's do this, Valkyrie Venom, and let's show everyone that when the chips are down, we can come together and rise to the occasion. The Midnight Massacre and Valkyrie Venom – a team to be reckoned with."

With that Trent notices an old friend walking past him in the backstage area.

“Hey Mika.. wait up..”

He runs up to her and looks back over his shoulder at the camera, wiggling his eyebrows as he throws an arm around the blue hair vixen.