Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2023 1:17:15 GMT -5
Backstage at the show, Alexandra and Trent find a quiet corner away from the hustle and bustle. They lean against a stack of equipment cases, engaging in a conversation as friends.
“Hey, Trent, I heard what Spencer Adams had to say about you. That guy has some nerve, thinking you're not worthy to face him just because you've been away from the industry for a while. I don’t know what his problem is but it was utterly disrespectful.”
Trent lets out a frustrated sigh, leaning in closer to Alexandra. He still maintains a respectful distance, knowing of her relationship.
“I know, right? It's like he completely disregards all the hard work and dedication I've put into this business. But you know what? I won't let his arrogance get to me. I've been preparing for this moment, and I'm ready to prove him wrong.”
Alexandra nods, understanding Trent's frustration.
“Absolutely, Trent. Don't let his words get under your skin. You've always had the talent, the drive, and the passion for this business. Your absence from the spotlight doesn't diminish that in any way. If anything, it's given you a chance to come back stronger than ever.”
Trent's face lights up with a sense of determination.
“You really think so, Alex? Sometimes it's hard not to doubt myself, especially when someone like Spencer tries to belittle me. But having you in my corner, reminding me of my worth, means a lot.”
Alexandra places a reassuring hand on Trent's shoulder.
“Of course, Trent. I've seen your journey firsthand. I've witnessed your growth and your unwavering commitment to this craft. Spencer may not know who you are, but I haven't, and you shouldn't either. I’m the one who trained you, molded you into the wrestler you are today. That’s something Spencer can never take away.”
Trent's eyes meet Alexandra's, a mix of gratitude and determination shining through.
“Thanks, Alex. Your support means everything to me. I won't let Spencer's thoughts about me define who I am. I'll step into that ring with confidence and show him and everyone else that I've got what it takes.”
Alexandra smiles, her belief in Trent evident.
“That's the spirit, Trent. Remember, it's not about how long you've been away—it's about the passion and heart you bring to each match. And trust me, you've got plenty of both. Show Spencer that you're back and better than ever.”
Trent's demeanor shifts, a renewed sense of purpose taking hold. Alexandra gives Trent a supportive pat on the back.
“I'll do just that, Alex. I'll prove to Spencer Adams and the entire world that I belong here, that my time away has only made me stronger. I'm ready to make my mark.”
“I have no doubt in my mind, Trent. You've got the talent, the skills, and the determination to succeed. Now go out there, give it your all, and make them remember your name.”
He takes a deep breath, his focus sharpening. His eyes looked straight ahead for a few moments as if he was envisioning something. He nods and kicks off from the box.
“Thanks for the pep talk, Alex. I needed that reminder. Time to show Spencer what I'm made of. Let's do this!”
“That's my friend. Show them all, Trent. Show them why they shouldn't underestimate you. I'll be right here, cheering you on every step of the way.”
Alexandra watches Trent walk away, a sense of pride and excitement filling her. Camera fades out, leaving Alexandra with a sense of confidence in her friend's abilities. And Trent filled with the fire he needed.
Trent is sitting alone on a rolling gear cart. His legs are tucked up against his chest, the lights are dim in this area of the arena. You can’t really make out much other than one side of his face. He’s looking off to the side, then he turns to look directly into the camera. His voice carries a mix of defiance and determination.
“Everyone always doubts the little guy. You're not the first boastful big name I’ve ever faced and you certainly won’t be the last. You seem to act as if you are something to be afraid of. You have no idea what battles I’ve faced, in and out of the ring. What demons I’ve had to overcome.”
Trent focused him mind and thoughts on the situation at hand.
“Five years, huh? You talk about the grind, the struggles, and the battles you've faced during that time. I respect that, I really do. But don't you dare undermine my journey, Spencer. You may see it as a hiatus, a moment of doubt, but let me tell you something—I never stopped fighting. You talk about the separation between men and boys, between you and me. You think that your five years of hardships and trials somehow puts you on a higher pedestal. But here's the thing, Spencer—I've faced my fair share of giants, monsters, and power-hungry individuals. I've battled through injuries and setbacks, all while never losing sight of my goal.”
His expression hardens, a glimmer of defiance in his eyes, something he is known for, being defiant.
“You mention the torn rotator cuff, the doubts that crept in during that time. Yes, I questioned whether I would ever step back into the ring. But that hiatus, as you call it, allowed me to reassess, to rebuild, and to come back even stronger. And now, I stand here, ready to claim what I've worked so hard for—the Rise World Title. You talk about gaps and sympathy, about how this matchup shouldn't even be a thought. But let me tell you something, Spencer—I've earned my place in this match. The OCW board recognizes talent, recognizes the potential for profit and stellar performances. And they've chosen me for a reason. It's not about sympathy, it's about proving myself once again.”
Trent's gaze intensifies, his voice filled with conviction.
“You claim that I'm a white flag waving, that I don't have a fighter's chance. Well, I guess we'll see about that. You underestimate me, Spencer, and that's your mistake. I may be an unknown to you, but I assure you, I'm more than capable of hanging with the best. Ally believes in me, just as I believe in myself. And while you may question my hesitation, my nerves, I assure you, they're nothing but fuel for the fire within me. I won't back down. I won't give this a second thought. I'm here to etch my name in stone and show the world what I'm made of.”
Another pause as he thinks it out further.
“Spencer Adams, you seem to think you've got me figured out. You question my ability to possibly have to rise from a 1-0 deficit, to navigate the challenges thrown my way. Well, let me tell you something—I thrive under pressure. I don't crumble; I rise. You talk about solace and escapes, as if I'm searching for an easy way out. But here's the truth—I don't need solace. I don't need an escape. I willingly signed that dotted line because I believe in myself, in my capabilities. I'm ready to face whatever comes my way.”
His eyes narrow as he emphasizes his point, keeping one half of his face in the darkness even as he looks to the camera.
“Ally brought me along for a reason, and it wasn't because she thought it would be a cakewalk. She knows I have what it takes to overcome obstacles, to silence doubters like you, Spencer. And make no mistake, I will prove her right. Improviser? Iron man? Maybe I haven't been labeled as such before, but labels don't define me. It's the fire within, the hunger to succeed, that drives me. I may not have a dog in me, as you claim, but I have something far more powerful—I have the heart of a fighter.”
His expression hardens, his confidence unwavering. A fire burns behind his eyes and it’s clear that he’s not going to back down from Spencer, even in the face of possible defeat.
“You can doubt me all you want, but I will use your doubt as my motivation. In that ring, I'll unleash a side of myself you've never seen before. I'll prove that I can rise from the depths and overcome any challenge thrown my way. So, be prepared. Don't underestimate the fire that burns within me. This match is just the beginning. I will fight tooth and nail, leaving it all on the line, until I come out on top. And when I do, there won't be any doubt left in anyone's mind.”
A smirk quirks up the corner of his lips.
“Spencer Adams, get ready to witness the transformation, the rise of a man who refuses to be defined by past records or empty words. I will prove you wrong, one victory at a time. Prepare yourself for a battle. Prepare yourself to be proven wrong. Because while you may doubt me, I am ready to show the world that I am a fighter—a fighter who will stop at nothing to claim victory.”
The camera pans out, capturing the intensity in Trent's eyes as the scene fades out.
“Hey, Trent, I heard what Spencer Adams had to say about you. That guy has some nerve, thinking you're not worthy to face him just because you've been away from the industry for a while. I don’t know what his problem is but it was utterly disrespectful.”
Trent lets out a frustrated sigh, leaning in closer to Alexandra. He still maintains a respectful distance, knowing of her relationship.
“I know, right? It's like he completely disregards all the hard work and dedication I've put into this business. But you know what? I won't let his arrogance get to me. I've been preparing for this moment, and I'm ready to prove him wrong.”
Alexandra nods, understanding Trent's frustration.
“Absolutely, Trent. Don't let his words get under your skin. You've always had the talent, the drive, and the passion for this business. Your absence from the spotlight doesn't diminish that in any way. If anything, it's given you a chance to come back stronger than ever.”
Trent's face lights up with a sense of determination.
“You really think so, Alex? Sometimes it's hard not to doubt myself, especially when someone like Spencer tries to belittle me. But having you in my corner, reminding me of my worth, means a lot.”
Alexandra places a reassuring hand on Trent's shoulder.
“Of course, Trent. I've seen your journey firsthand. I've witnessed your growth and your unwavering commitment to this craft. Spencer may not know who you are, but I haven't, and you shouldn't either. I’m the one who trained you, molded you into the wrestler you are today. That’s something Spencer can never take away.”
Trent's eyes meet Alexandra's, a mix of gratitude and determination shining through.
“Thanks, Alex. Your support means everything to me. I won't let Spencer's thoughts about me define who I am. I'll step into that ring with confidence and show him and everyone else that I've got what it takes.”
Alexandra smiles, her belief in Trent evident.
“That's the spirit, Trent. Remember, it's not about how long you've been away—it's about the passion and heart you bring to each match. And trust me, you've got plenty of both. Show Spencer that you're back and better than ever.”
Trent's demeanor shifts, a renewed sense of purpose taking hold. Alexandra gives Trent a supportive pat on the back.
“I'll do just that, Alex. I'll prove to Spencer Adams and the entire world that I belong here, that my time away has only made me stronger. I'm ready to make my mark.”
“I have no doubt in my mind, Trent. You've got the talent, the skills, and the determination to succeed. Now go out there, give it your all, and make them remember your name.”
He takes a deep breath, his focus sharpening. His eyes looked straight ahead for a few moments as if he was envisioning something. He nods and kicks off from the box.
“Thanks for the pep talk, Alex. I needed that reminder. Time to show Spencer what I'm made of. Let's do this!”
“That's my friend. Show them all, Trent. Show them why they shouldn't underestimate you. I'll be right here, cheering you on every step of the way.”
Alexandra watches Trent walk away, a sense of pride and excitement filling her. Camera fades out, leaving Alexandra with a sense of confidence in her friend's abilities. And Trent filled with the fire he needed.
You want to know why? I’ll tell you why.
Trent is sitting alone on a rolling gear cart. His legs are tucked up against his chest, the lights are dim in this area of the arena. You can’t really make out much other than one side of his face. He’s looking off to the side, then he turns to look directly into the camera. His voice carries a mix of defiance and determination.
“Everyone always doubts the little guy. You're not the first boastful big name I’ve ever faced and you certainly won’t be the last. You seem to act as if you are something to be afraid of. You have no idea what battles I’ve faced, in and out of the ring. What demons I’ve had to overcome.”
Trent focused him mind and thoughts on the situation at hand.
“Five years, huh? You talk about the grind, the struggles, and the battles you've faced during that time. I respect that, I really do. But don't you dare undermine my journey, Spencer. You may see it as a hiatus, a moment of doubt, but let me tell you something—I never stopped fighting. You talk about the separation between men and boys, between you and me. You think that your five years of hardships and trials somehow puts you on a higher pedestal. But here's the thing, Spencer—I've faced my fair share of giants, monsters, and power-hungry individuals. I've battled through injuries and setbacks, all while never losing sight of my goal.”
His expression hardens, a glimmer of defiance in his eyes, something he is known for, being defiant.
“You mention the torn rotator cuff, the doubts that crept in during that time. Yes, I questioned whether I would ever step back into the ring. But that hiatus, as you call it, allowed me to reassess, to rebuild, and to come back even stronger. And now, I stand here, ready to claim what I've worked so hard for—the Rise World Title. You talk about gaps and sympathy, about how this matchup shouldn't even be a thought. But let me tell you something, Spencer—I've earned my place in this match. The OCW board recognizes talent, recognizes the potential for profit and stellar performances. And they've chosen me for a reason. It's not about sympathy, it's about proving myself once again.”
Trent's gaze intensifies, his voice filled with conviction.
“You claim that I'm a white flag waving, that I don't have a fighter's chance. Well, I guess we'll see about that. You underestimate me, Spencer, and that's your mistake. I may be an unknown to you, but I assure you, I'm more than capable of hanging with the best. Ally believes in me, just as I believe in myself. And while you may question my hesitation, my nerves, I assure you, they're nothing but fuel for the fire within me. I won't back down. I won't give this a second thought. I'm here to etch my name in stone and show the world what I'm made of.”
Another pause as he thinks it out further.
“Spencer Adams, you seem to think you've got me figured out. You question my ability to possibly have to rise from a 1-0 deficit, to navigate the challenges thrown my way. Well, let me tell you something—I thrive under pressure. I don't crumble; I rise. You talk about solace and escapes, as if I'm searching for an easy way out. But here's the truth—I don't need solace. I don't need an escape. I willingly signed that dotted line because I believe in myself, in my capabilities. I'm ready to face whatever comes my way.”
His eyes narrow as he emphasizes his point, keeping one half of his face in the darkness even as he looks to the camera.
“Ally brought me along for a reason, and it wasn't because she thought it would be a cakewalk. She knows I have what it takes to overcome obstacles, to silence doubters like you, Spencer. And make no mistake, I will prove her right. Improviser? Iron man? Maybe I haven't been labeled as such before, but labels don't define me. It's the fire within, the hunger to succeed, that drives me. I may not have a dog in me, as you claim, but I have something far more powerful—I have the heart of a fighter.”
His expression hardens, his confidence unwavering. A fire burns behind his eyes and it’s clear that he’s not going to back down from Spencer, even in the face of possible defeat.
“You can doubt me all you want, but I will use your doubt as my motivation. In that ring, I'll unleash a side of myself you've never seen before. I'll prove that I can rise from the depths and overcome any challenge thrown my way. So, be prepared. Don't underestimate the fire that burns within me. This match is just the beginning. I will fight tooth and nail, leaving it all on the line, until I come out on top. And when I do, there won't be any doubt left in anyone's mind.”
A smirk quirks up the corner of his lips.
“Spencer Adams, get ready to witness the transformation, the rise of a man who refuses to be defined by past records or empty words. I will prove you wrong, one victory at a time. Prepare yourself for a battle. Prepare yourself to be proven wrong. Because while you may doubt me, I am ready to show the world that I am a fighter—a fighter who will stop at nothing to claim victory.”
The camera pans out, capturing the intensity in Trent's eyes as the scene fades out.
Because fuck you, that's why.