Post by Deleted on Jun 28, 2023 3:03:12 GMT -5
Phone Call Between Trent and Alexandra
Trent’s phone rings and he picks it up, noticing it was a video call.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Trent! It's been a while. How are you doing?”
“Alexandra! Wow, it's great to hear your voice. I've been... well, you know, struggling. How about you?”
“I'm hanging in there, but I called for a reason. I have an opportunity I think you'll be interested in. Outcast Championship Wrestling wants you to come join. They want Trent Killjoy to make his return.”
“Outcast Championship Wrestling? Are you serious? I mean, I haven't stepped into a ring in five years, Alex. After tearing my rotator cuff, I've been questioning if I still have what it takes.”
“I understand your doubts, Trent. But let me remind you of something. You have always had an incredible talent for this. And you know who saw that potential in you? It was me, back when I started training you. I know what you're capable of.”
Trent gives her words a few moments thought, letting out a sigh as he begins to speak again.
“It's just hard to believe in myself after everything I've been through. The pain, the surgeries, the countless hours of rehab... I wasn't sure I'd ever get back to wrestling.”
“I know it hasn't been easy, Trent. But remember why you started this journey in the first place. You were born to be in that ring, to embrace your darkness and captivate the audience. You have a unique style and a natural charisma that can't be taught. Outcast Championship Wrestling recognizes that.”
She heard his silence, noticing that moment that shock hits him.
“You really think so? You think I can still make an impact after all this time?”
“Absolutely. The fire that burns within you hasn't gone out, Trent. It's been smoldering, waiting for the right moment to ignite. And that moment is now. Outcast Championship Wrestling is the perfect place for you to make your mark, to show the world what you're capable of.”
“I... I guess I've been so consumed by self-doubt that I forgot the passion that brought me here in the first place. You've always believed in me, Alex, even when I couldn't believe in myself.”
“That's what friends are for, Trent. We lift each other up when we're down, and we remind each other of our strength. I've seen you overcome obstacles before, and I know you can do it again. Outcast Championship Wrestling wants the Midnight Massacre to return, and I want my friend to reclaim his rightful place in this industry.”
“You're right, Alex. I won't let fear or doubt hold me back anymore. I'm ready to embrace my darkness once again, to step into that ring and leave an indelible mark on Outcast Championship Wrestling.”
“That's the spirit, Trent! I know, you'll create something unforgettable. You'll show the world what true resilience looks like. I'll be right there supporting you, just like always.”
“Thank you, Alex. I can't express how grateful I am for your unwavering support. I’ll make this comeback a moment they'll never forget. The Midnight Massacre will strike!”
“That's the spirit, my friend. Get ready to unleash havoc, Trent. Outcast Championship Wrestling won't know what hit them. We're going to redefine what it means to be an outcast.”
“Damn right I will, Alex. Get ready, because Trent Killjoy is coming back, and he's more determined than ever. Thank you for reminding me of my true potential.”
“It's what friends do, Trent. Now let's get to work. Outcast Championship Wrestling is waiting for you, and you're going to blow them away.”
The conversation ends with a renewed sense of purpose and excitement. Trent hangs up the phone, his doubts replaced by a burning desire to reclaim his rightful place in the wrestling world. The Midnight Massacre is ready to rise once again.
The Return of the Midnight Massacre
In the dimly lit room, a figure emerges from the shadows. Dressed in black from head to toe, tattoos covering his arms, and a fierce determination etched into his eyes, Trent Killjoy steps forward. The air becomes heavy with anticipation as he prepares to deliver a heartfelt promo, his first in five long years.
"Five years... Five years is a long time to be away from the thing you love the most. Wrestling has been my lifeblood, my reason for existence. But life has a funny way of throwing curveballs at you when you least expect it. And boy, did I get a curveball that knocked me right off my feet."
Trent's voice carries a mix of pain and resilience as he recalls the hardships he endured, his gaze fixed on an invisible opponent before him. The memory of a torn rotator cuff still lingers, a painful reminder of the past.
"I tore my rotator cuff, the very core of my wrestling abilities. It was a blow that shattered my dreams and left me questioning if I would ever step foot in a ring again. The pain was excruciating, both physically and mentally. It tore at my soul, making me doubt everything I had worked so hard to achieve."
As he speaks, Trent's words carry a weight, resonating with the struggle and determination that he has carried for the past five years. The darkness surrounding him seems to absorb his emotions, amplifying them.
"But just when I thought all was lost, when I was drowning in a sea of uncertainty, a beacon of hope emerged. Her name is Alexandra Calaway. A true friend, a fierce competitor, and an unwavering supporter. She saw the fire within me, even when I was consumed by doubt."
Trent's voice softens, the bitterness of the past giving way to gratitude and admiration. His eyes glisten with a renewed sense of purpose.
"Alexandra invited me to join Outcast Championship Wrestling, a place where outsiders are embraced, where the unconventional thrives. She believed in me when I couldn't believe in myself. After all this time, I will forge a path of darkness, leaving my mark on this industry."
A surge of energy courses through Trent's veins as he envisions his return to the squared circle. The gothic warrior within him reawakens, and his words become a rallying cry for those who have ever felt lost or forgotten.
"For those who have felt the sting of defeat, for those who have been knocked down and left broken, this is our moment of redemption. We are the misfits, the outcasts, and we will rise from the ashes. The pain I endured, the doubts that haunted me, they have only made me stronger. I am Trent Killjoy, the embodiment of darkness and resilience."
The room reverberates with Trent's words, the echoes of his determination filling every corner. His tattooed muscles tense, ready for battle, as he stands tall, the epitome of a wrestler who has faced adversity head-on.
"To my opponents, I say this: you will witness firsthand the fury that has been building within me for the past five years. The agony of my past will fuel me as I step back into the ring. The Midnight Massacre returns, and no one will be spared."
Trent's voice grows louder, commanding attention and demanding respect. The fire in his eyes burns brighter, a testament to the passion and drive that has kept him going.
"So, brace yourselves for the return of Trent Killjoy, for I have conquered my demons, and I am back to claim my rightful place in this world. The darkness shall prevail, and together with all the other Outcasts, we will reshape the very fabric of the professional wrestling industry."
As Trent's promo comes to an end, a profound silence settles in the room. The weight of his words hangs in the air, leaving an indelible impression. Trent Killjoy,the midnight massacre has returned, and the wrestling world will never be the same.
Trent’s phone rings and he picks it up, noticing it was a video call.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Trent! It's been a while. How are you doing?”
“Alexandra! Wow, it's great to hear your voice. I've been... well, you know, struggling. How about you?”
“I'm hanging in there, but I called for a reason. I have an opportunity I think you'll be interested in. Outcast Championship Wrestling wants you to come join. They want Trent Killjoy to make his return.”
“Outcast Championship Wrestling? Are you serious? I mean, I haven't stepped into a ring in five years, Alex. After tearing my rotator cuff, I've been questioning if I still have what it takes.”
“I understand your doubts, Trent. But let me remind you of something. You have always had an incredible talent for this. And you know who saw that potential in you? It was me, back when I started training you. I know what you're capable of.”
Trent gives her words a few moments thought, letting out a sigh as he begins to speak again.
“It's just hard to believe in myself after everything I've been through. The pain, the surgeries, the countless hours of rehab... I wasn't sure I'd ever get back to wrestling.”
“I know it hasn't been easy, Trent. But remember why you started this journey in the first place. You were born to be in that ring, to embrace your darkness and captivate the audience. You have a unique style and a natural charisma that can't be taught. Outcast Championship Wrestling recognizes that.”
She heard his silence, noticing that moment that shock hits him.
“You really think so? You think I can still make an impact after all this time?”
“Absolutely. The fire that burns within you hasn't gone out, Trent. It's been smoldering, waiting for the right moment to ignite. And that moment is now. Outcast Championship Wrestling is the perfect place for you to make your mark, to show the world what you're capable of.”
“I... I guess I've been so consumed by self-doubt that I forgot the passion that brought me here in the first place. You've always believed in me, Alex, even when I couldn't believe in myself.”
“That's what friends are for, Trent. We lift each other up when we're down, and we remind each other of our strength. I've seen you overcome obstacles before, and I know you can do it again. Outcast Championship Wrestling wants the Midnight Massacre to return, and I want my friend to reclaim his rightful place in this industry.”
“You're right, Alex. I won't let fear or doubt hold me back anymore. I'm ready to embrace my darkness once again, to step into that ring and leave an indelible mark on Outcast Championship Wrestling.”
“That's the spirit, Trent! I know, you'll create something unforgettable. You'll show the world what true resilience looks like. I'll be right there supporting you, just like always.”
“Thank you, Alex. I can't express how grateful I am for your unwavering support. I’ll make this comeback a moment they'll never forget. The Midnight Massacre will strike!”
“That's the spirit, my friend. Get ready to unleash havoc, Trent. Outcast Championship Wrestling won't know what hit them. We're going to redefine what it means to be an outcast.”
“Damn right I will, Alex. Get ready, because Trent Killjoy is coming back, and he's more determined than ever. Thank you for reminding me of my true potential.”
“It's what friends do, Trent. Now let's get to work. Outcast Championship Wrestling is waiting for you, and you're going to blow them away.”
The conversation ends with a renewed sense of purpose and excitement. Trent hangs up the phone, his doubts replaced by a burning desire to reclaim his rightful place in the wrestling world. The Midnight Massacre is ready to rise once again.
The Return of the Midnight Massacre
In the dimly lit room, a figure emerges from the shadows. Dressed in black from head to toe, tattoos covering his arms, and a fierce determination etched into his eyes, Trent Killjoy steps forward. The air becomes heavy with anticipation as he prepares to deliver a heartfelt promo, his first in five long years.
"Five years... Five years is a long time to be away from the thing you love the most. Wrestling has been my lifeblood, my reason for existence. But life has a funny way of throwing curveballs at you when you least expect it. And boy, did I get a curveball that knocked me right off my feet."
Trent's voice carries a mix of pain and resilience as he recalls the hardships he endured, his gaze fixed on an invisible opponent before him. The memory of a torn rotator cuff still lingers, a painful reminder of the past.
"I tore my rotator cuff, the very core of my wrestling abilities. It was a blow that shattered my dreams and left me questioning if I would ever step foot in a ring again. The pain was excruciating, both physically and mentally. It tore at my soul, making me doubt everything I had worked so hard to achieve."
As he speaks, Trent's words carry a weight, resonating with the struggle and determination that he has carried for the past five years. The darkness surrounding him seems to absorb his emotions, amplifying them.
"But just when I thought all was lost, when I was drowning in a sea of uncertainty, a beacon of hope emerged. Her name is Alexandra Calaway. A true friend, a fierce competitor, and an unwavering supporter. She saw the fire within me, even when I was consumed by doubt."
Trent's voice softens, the bitterness of the past giving way to gratitude and admiration. His eyes glisten with a renewed sense of purpose.
"Alexandra invited me to join Outcast Championship Wrestling, a place where outsiders are embraced, where the unconventional thrives. She believed in me when I couldn't believe in myself. After all this time, I will forge a path of darkness, leaving my mark on this industry."
A surge of energy courses through Trent's veins as he envisions his return to the squared circle. The gothic warrior within him reawakens, and his words become a rallying cry for those who have ever felt lost or forgotten.
"For those who have felt the sting of defeat, for those who have been knocked down and left broken, this is our moment of redemption. We are the misfits, the outcasts, and we will rise from the ashes. The pain I endured, the doubts that haunted me, they have only made me stronger. I am Trent Killjoy, the embodiment of darkness and resilience."
The room reverberates with Trent's words, the echoes of his determination filling every corner. His tattooed muscles tense, ready for battle, as he stands tall, the epitome of a wrestler who has faced adversity head-on.
"To my opponents, I say this: you will witness firsthand the fury that has been building within me for the past five years. The agony of my past will fuel me as I step back into the ring. The Midnight Massacre returns, and no one will be spared."
Trent's voice grows louder, commanding attention and demanding respect. The fire in his eyes burns brighter, a testament to the passion and drive that has kept him going.
"So, brace yourselves for the return of Trent Killjoy, for I have conquered my demons, and I am back to claim my rightful place in this world. The darkness shall prevail, and together with all the other Outcasts, we will reshape the very fabric of the professional wrestling industry."
As Trent's promo comes to an end, a profound silence settles in the room. The weight of his words hangs in the air, leaving an indelible impression. Trent Killjoy,the midnight massacre has returned, and the wrestling world will never be the same.