"The world makes you who you are... And that very same world breaks you if it conspires against you..."
He paused for a moment, still gazing at the edge of the building.
"We all have a story to tell... Some are happy, some are sad... Others are tragic... But they make us who we really are..."
He turned around as a bolt of lightning lit up the scene, the man wore a hood over his head, the cloak was drenched in water, it fell over his body and even onto the floor.
"Happy or sad... You should always be proud of your story, because if you know your own tale, then you're less likely bound to repeat it... You know yourself, and you become strong..."
He folded his arms slowly... His speech was cut by the deafening noise of thunder.
"Embrace it, hold it, know it... Because when the tide rises, and the pressure is on... The enemy list lengthens and all eyes land on your back... All eyes are set on you, ready to pounce on your carcass if you commit one single mistake."
The figure slowly reached out to pull the hood off his shoulders, lightning lit up his face... It was none other than Trent Barreta.
Trent Barreta: Time and time again... People have been pushing me to the very limit... A Shady area of gray I wasn't very familiar with until recently... I guess having your friends attacked and your dad kidnapped can really be eye openers... Not only that... Losing matches, getting busted open or kneed in the face also helps knocking some sense into your brain... I'd like to think this is what happened to me after my last couple of matches...
Trent's face was now drenched as well in the pouring rain, black locks of hair falling in front of hi face, water beads dripping down.
Trent Barreta: As I said last week, I am not fond of having people attacking my loved ones for the sake of getting inside my head. I said I was going to do something about it, and a Gobstopper to Dean Ambrose's face was the final sentence that night. But I know this fight is far from over... I can see him, Bully Ray, Alberto del Rio and many others trying to get the best of me by ripping a comic book or an action figure... If I don't put an end to this, the threats are just going to keep coming and coming until someone finally gets the best of me... Well not anymore! I am going to stand up for what I believe in! I am going to fight for what I believe it is right... Even if it means hitting a home run with someone's jaw after a huge kick to the face.
Trent tilted his head forward, beads of water dribbled down his black hair and face.
Trent Barreta: This isn't PG gaming anymore... This isn't friendly Trentendo 64 anymore... These guys Hassan, Rollins and Ambrose think they're so tough, they think they can be some sort of new new age outlaws... I can see straight through them... And I can say safe and soundly they DO NOT stand a chance against my team... A team that has wrestled together several times, a team that excels of tag team chemistry! A team of friends that have stood up against adversity over and over! A team of friends who have supported each other through thick and thin! I see Hassan and Daivari and I can't stop thinking about xenophobic remarks and cowardice. Rollins and Ambrose... Two hungry wolves looking to trim the pac of wolves so they can make it to the top... Well, here's a cub you won't be able to take out from the pac easily...
Trent ran both of his hands through his hair, brushing it back.
Trent Barreta: Let's go through facts once again... Last week I beat Ambrose, a Couple of weeks ago Zack Ryder had Rollins against the ropes and had Ambrose not interfered, Long Island Iced Z would've gained the victory... Curt Hawkins beat the crap out of Muhammad Hassan last week... The three members of this team have beaten the three members of your mashed up, improvised tag team. Zack, Curt and I have been wrestling together even before we had our first girlfriends... We have held Tag Team Titles all over the globe... We breathe wrestling... You guys breathe hatred! You don't stand a chance against us...
The scene faded to black.