Bitches, Giants, and Dicks || Trent Killjoy

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Trent Killjoy sits at a candlelit table in a cozy restaurant, a warm smile gracing his lips as he gazes at the woman seated across from him. Her vivid blue hair catches the soft glow of the candles, making her seem almost ethereal. Something about this woman kept him completely entranced.


“You know, I have to admit, I didn't expect this evening to turn out so... enchanting. Honestly, after everything you told me, I half expected you not to show up.”


The woman chuckles, her eyes had a sparkle to them that said Trent was in for a surprising night. They would be trouble together and he knew it.


“Life has a way of surprising us, Trent. Sometimes, the most unexpected moments can become the most memorable. And I fully intend on enjoying the time we have.”


As they continue their dinner, their conversation flows effortlessly, filled with laughter and shared stories. Time seems to stand still in this little bubble of connection.


“I have to say, I've had my fair share of wild nights and chaotic moments in the wrestling world. But tonight, this is a welcome change of pace.”


The woman's smile warms even further, and she reaches across the table, her hand finding Trent's.


“Trent, I have to admit, I've followed your career for a while now. You're not just a wrestler; you're an artist in that ring.”


Trent blushes, his heart fluttering at her words. Trent scolded himself mentally, but told himself to just enjoy whatever happened. To not take things WAY too seriously. He needed this, he needed her, even if it was just for tonight.

“Well, I do try to bring a little chaos and artistry to the squared circle. It's what I love, and it's what I'm passionate about”


“Passion is a beautiful thing, Trent. It's what drives us, what makes us feel alive. Passion, rage, that fire that lives within all of us.”


Their eyes lock for a moment, a silent understanding passing between them. After paying for dinner the two leave and head to the hotel, once the door closes a laugh is heard and the scene fades to black. The next morning, sunlight streams through the curtains of a luxurious hotel room. The disheveled sheets suggest a night of passion and intimacy. But as the sun rises, Trent Killjoy stirs in bed, realizing the time.


“Oh, no, no, no! I'm running late!”


With a quick but careful exit from the bed, he scrambles to get dressed, still feeling the lingering warmth of the night before. Trent arrived and made his way towards the waterfront where a camera crew and a frustrated-looking and bit annoyed cameraman awaits his arrival. The cameraman sounding exasperated starts to speak.


“Trent, you're late! We were supposed to start the promo shoot ten minutes ago.”



Trent shook his head, his tone apologetic and honest.


“I know, I know, I'm sorry. It's just... I had a late night, and things got a little... hectic.”



The other man shook his head, raising his eyebrow.


“Late night, huh? Well, we don't have much time. Let's get this done, and maybe next time, you can be on time. This doesn’t look good on a possible future World Champion.”



“Hey don’t World Champs get laid.”



That caused the two of them to laugh.



“Unless you are Colossus, Action..”



As the camera starts rolling, Trent Killjoy slips into character, putting the events of the night behind him. He may have been late, but once he steps into the spotlight, he's the Midnight Massacre, ready to bring chaos to the ring once more. A camera is focused on Trent who is standing out by a waterfront in the middle of nowhere, or at least an unknown destination. He sighs softly and prepares to speak. Trent's piercing blue eyes glisten with a mixture of determination and anticipation. He takes a deep breath and smiles.



“First off I want to address Little Miss Valkyrie Venom. You sure have me on the brain don’t you? Look, I don’t give two shits about what you did to get your title. What I do think is that you are grasping at straws because you can’t find something else to think about.”



He gives a soft chuckle, Miss Venom seemed to think that the sun rose and set with her. That she was the star and they were all lucky to be in her presence. Truth was, he saw a broken woman, who was probably great in bed, but constantly fucked up on some narcotic.


“Little Miss Venom should worry less about trying to ride my cock and more about what Mr. Anderson is going to do to her. But by all means, should you retain against him, we can always have a Champion versus Champion match, because we all know I’m walking out as the RISE WORLD CHAMPION. Our match can be a winner takes all, since you can’t seem to stop jocking on my nuts. This way you can get up close and try to touch them for yourself.”



He gave a shake of his head, unable to contain the laughter he doubled over for a second. He stops laughing and then begins to speak again, shaking his head.



“Being handed a title doesn’t make you a champion, it just means management didn’t have another choice. They should have made you face the next in line AFTER you and then that match would have crowned the champion. Let’s see if you would have still been running your mouth after that. Instead they felt sorry for you and gave you the title. You didn’t earn shit. Beat Blake and maybe I’ll see you as something more than a transitional champion. Until you can prove you are a real champion, keep my name out of your fucking mouth, or I'll show you how to shut your mouth.”



He blew a kiss at the camera, he knew that he was probably angering her just a little bit, but wasn’t that the point of this. To piss her off? Of course it was, why wouldn’t he do that.



“Hell, maybe I should go out to the announce table for your match. See it up close, Princess. Now onto what’s more important. Oh no, the world doesn’t revolve around Valkyrie. Oh no. Alert the media. You know, they say that in life, sometimes, you have to face your demons. And for me, one of those demons goes by the name of Colossus.”


The camera follows him as he walks towards a cinderblock building, something that looks as if it’s from several decades ago. He opens the metal door and steps inside, closing it behind the camera man, who follows him down.


“Colossus, the so-called "unstoppable force." The man who has handed me my fair share of losses. The same man who, just recently, dethroned Spencer Adams to become the Rise World Champion. I have to give credit where it's due, Colossus – you've proven time and time again that you're a formidable opponent.”


He cracks his knuckles. It’s time to get to work. This shit wasn’t going to happen unless he was willing to do whatever it took.  He sat the camera man down in the seat and looked into the camera.

“But here we are, on the brink of something big. An alphabet match, where the rules are as bizarre as they come. We're restricted to using weapons that start with a particular letter, and let’s say Lady Luck has decided that my letter is 'T.' Tables, trash cans, tire irons – you name it, as long as it starts with a 'T,' it's fair game. And I can use it however I see fit.”


The spotlight overhead casts eerie shadows across his face as he continues to speak.


“You see, Colossus, this match is not just about winning a championship; it's about proving a point. It's about redemption. I've had my share of setbacks, my fair share of doubts. But tonight, tonight is different. Tonight, I have the chance to rewrite the narrative, to change the story that has haunted me for so long.”


He leans on a table for a few moments, before pushing off, his gaze never leaving the table in front of him. He’s got it locked on as if he was getting ready to fire on his opponent.


“You took away Spencer Adams' championship, and I respect that. You proved that you are a force to be reckoned with, and I respect that even more. But don't think for a second that I'm here to just hand you a victory. No, Colossus, tonight, you're going to have to earn it. You're going to have to fight tooth and nail to walk out of that ring as the champion. You know, Colossus, they say that a cornered animal is the most dangerous. Well, tonight, you're going to see just how dangerous I can be. When I'm backed into a corner, when I have my back against the wall, that's when I'm at my best. That's when I thrive, that's when I shine.”


He takes a step back, his gaze never leaving the camera in front of him. As if he was envisioning it being Colossus.


“So, Colossus, let’s say Lady Luck, chooses for you to have the letter C, bring your 'C' weapons – chains, chairs, and whatever else you can think of. Because I'll have my 'T' weapons – tables, trash cans, and tenacity. And when those weapons clash, when the chaos unfolds, you're going to see a side of me that you've never seen before.”


He takes a deep breath, his chest rising and falling with determination.


“You may be the Rise World Champion, Colossus, but tonight, that championship is on the line. And I want it more than anything else in this world. I've tasted success, and I've tasted defeat, but tonight, I hunger for victory like never before. Colossus, you're a mountain of a man, and you've toppled giants. But tonight, you're facing the Midnight Massacre, the man who thrives in the chaos, the man who doesn't back down from a fight. Tonight, I'm not just here to take your championship; I'm here to take my redemption.”



Something in Trent’s words are resolute, unending and positive. He catches a glimpse of the same blue haired vixen he had previously spent the night with and gives a smirk. Now things seemed right again.



“Dick, I have to hand it to you. You've been the puppet master behind Colossus's rise to dominance, and you've done it with ruthless efficiency. But I have to wonder, is he truly the monster you've painted him to be, or is he just a pawn in your game?”


He takes a step closer to the camera, his expression serious.


“I've faced Colossus in that ring more times than I can count, and each time, it's been a battle of epic proportions. But I see through the smoke and mirrors, Dick. I see a man who's been molded and manipulated into your vision of a champion.”


His tone grows more intense.


“Colossus may have the size and the power, but does he have the heart and the soul of a true champion? Does he have the resilience to withstand the chaos that I bring to the ring? That's the question I aim to answer.”


He locks eyes with the camera, his determination unwavering.


“So, Dick, you can pull the strings all you want, but when it comes down to it, it's just me and Colossus in that alphabet match. No smoke, no mirrors, just two warriors battling for supremacy. And I intend to prove that the Midnight Massacre is more than just a puppet in your show.”


The spotlight overhead dims, leaving Trent in darkness. The crowd's faith in Trent Killjoy unwavering as the anticipation for the alphabet match reaches its zenith. The two men would soon meet in the middle of the ring and there would be no doubt who the FACE of Rise was, when Trent Killjoy walked out as the Rise World Champion.