Darkness, complete darkness after the EBWF logo faded away from the scene... Lightning struck to shed a little light into the scene. The room lit up briefly to reveal a bed and a figure twirling on top of it, swirled up in the covers and curved like a Metapod. Another lightning lit the room up, the figure under the covers released a grunt and moved around again... A third lightning strike was enough for the figure to gasp and sit up...
"It can't be!"
The figure turned over to the lamp next to his bed, turning it on. Young Trenton ran his hands over his bearded face, he looked around and then brought the palms of his hands against his face as he slowly allowed himself back on the bed with a loud exhalation... His body continued contourning and swirling in the sheets... A loud scream was heard and then, darkness. The words "12 hours later..." appeared on screen before fading out, to display Michael Cole, who wore a gray suit with a chalk gray shirt and a popped collar, a microphone on his hand. It took him a couple of seconds before he began... Trent was seen in the back, pacing back and forth wearing a black sports jacket and brown pants, a black shirt under the jacket... His hair was held up in a ponytail, he ran a hand along his bearded chin.
Michael Cole: Ladies and gentlemen welcome to this EBWF.net exclusive interview...
Cole's attention was now on the pacing superstar behind him.
Michael Cole: I'm sorry, why are we here again?
Trent walked next to Michael Cole and leaned into the mic.
Trent?: I am here as a result of my father's sperm cells and my mother's eggs combining and a process of nine months of cellular hyperplasia and hypetro...
Michael Cole: Look, you called and said you needed to make an announcement...
Trent?: as a matter of fact, I do... But I don't know... I am not sure you have got what it takes to interview me... I mean, you haven't even introduced me yet.
Cole rolled his eyes and looked at Trent.
Michael Cole: Sorry for the interruption.
Trent?: It's okay.
Michael turned to Trent.
Michael Cole: I was apologising to our viewers...
Trent?: Did you just break the fourth wall?
Cole just ignored Trenton and resumed his announcing.
Michael Cole: My guest at this time is Trent Barreta...
Trent?: Excuse me, what did you call me?
Michael Cole: Trent Barreta?
Trent?: Berrr... what?
Michael Cole: Barreta... Isn't that your last name?
Trent shook his head.
Trent?: YESI don't think I have a last name... Not that I can recall?
Michael squinted his eyes at him.
Michael Cole: Since when?
Trent?: Since 'They' made me a future endeavour!
Michael Cole: Who? What do you mean a future endeavour?
Trent?: They... Cannot... Be... Named...RUNCOLE
This was probably too much for Cole... Trent patted him in the back.
Trent?: I don't expect an inferior mind like yours to understand what we are up against... I don't think you are ready for your bubble to break, for the veil to come off from your eyes and for you to realise who you really are and what your purpose in this life really is...
Michael Cole scoffed.
Michael Cole: Oh come on! How could a videogame obsessed loser like you would know such things?
Trent?: DON'TDOIT!Don't tell me I didn't warn you...
Trent leaned into Cole's ear and whispered some... Cole began chuckling and shaking his head, but the smile would soon fade away and the look of horror appeared on his eyes. His jaw was dropped, mouth wide open... Michael Cole's usual pompous and petulant stance shifted to a kneeling, almost fetal position... He balanced himself back and forth.
Michael Cole: They... Make me... Look... Like a joke... They... Can do... Whatever they want? Just for kicks? Just for fun? There is no point in... Doing this... Anymore...
The scene faded to static before Trent was seen leaning against a brick wall, He wore a V-neck T-shirt and black denim pants, his wet hair fell over his face as he smirked into the camera.
Trent?: Now that was fun... Right? It is always fun to remove the veil from people's eyes once in a while... I think you guys could use some of that too. You might have not noticed but recently... 'They' took my last name... 'They' turned me into a future endeavour... That's probably the best thing that could ever happen to me...
He dragged his wet locks of hair backwards.
Trent?: Do you even know what that means? I'm not surprised you don't... Being a future endeavour means I have a very important task I have to accomplish in the near future... The Royal Rumble match... It is my future endeavour to win it and head on to WrestleMania, to make justice for the late Trent Barreta... I will Main Event WrestleMania and become World Champion, then... My big golden belt will read: TRENT? now THAT is my future endeavour. But first things first... This Monday night I will be Main Eventing Warfare on a match against a man who you all know... The Miz.
Trent looked into the camera, his smirk slowly fading away.
Trent?: Miz, Miz, Miz... The man who apparently "Got the best of me" at Christmas Eve of Destruction... Well it is easy to get a victory over me if I am down with the numbers... Ask those who beat me once in a triple threat match by teaming up, or ask Bully Ray who jumped me before my King of The Ring Semifinal match... Come Monday night it will be you and me... And for once, something you are involved in will truly, really be AWESOME.
He slid his index along his right cheek.
Trent?: Oh yeah... Miz will probably be boasting how he's on top of the wave right now... On how he is a double champion, on how his sequel is hotter than any of the Star Wars Sequels and whatnot... I've never been one to measure my achievements, unless they're Trophies or Xbos achievements... If Miz wants to play who has the longest #### then be my guest... I have absolutely no interest in telling him Trent Barreta has been a double champion, Trent Barreta has been undefeated for months and Trent Barreta finished on the King of the Ring Final 4. Fortunately for him, Barreta is LONG GONE. Miz, you're up against a man who has been changed, who has been enlightened, who has become a future endeavour! Let me let you in on a little secret... In fact, take it as a bit of advice: Don't you EVER step in between a future endeavour and his goals because you might end with your teeth scattered all over the canvas... You like counting achievements and victories, you might as well count teeth on the floor.
Trent rested his hands on his face as he looked into the camera.
Trent?: Continuing with the revelations Miz, I don't think you know what you're going up against. Ambrose and Rollins might act broken... But at the end of the day they're just part of the plan. As I've told you several times: I have nothing against your Miz, you and I... we got no beef whatsoever. But I still don't like the fact that you're a delusional individual. You think we live on this metaverse where you are a walking, living, breathing deity of some sorts Miz, you think you're so cool because people chant "AWESOME" along with you... Truth be told is the great legends of the ring laugh at you and think you'll never be able to be alongside them in the hall of fame of wrestling... And workhorses who have busted their asses for years and years on the independent scene resent you for taking the easy way of clowning in MTV before actually making it big time here... Truth be told, you probably neither will be acknowledged by those above you nor given the respect you deserve from those underneath you... You might as well call it a day and go back to do some MTV shows or whatever it was you used to do before someone told you you can wrestle. Now, I don't want to go Miz on you and run my mouth until Warfare loses a good few TV rating points, putting heads on pillows instead of puttings asses in seats.
Trent chuckled.
Trent?: You are... One lucky bastard Miz... You are a double champion, and you don't have any competition for either of those championships! You get to do your thing on TV which no one likes and yet you still get paid... You go home and who is waiting for you in her nightie? The Beautiful Layla El... You get title shot, after title shot, after title shot... I'm surprised you're not like a quintuple champion by now... You could unify them all and turn them into the AWESOME championship or something... Another funny tip! The microphones with Warfare's W? You can flip the W over so it looks like an M... Voila! You can thank me later Miz!
Trent winked into the camera.
Trent?: You might have edged Trent Barreta on tag team competition, but as I already said... He is GONE. As Barreta's closest and dearest friend I can tell you Miz he was very much capable of gobbstopping your ass on a one on one match up... Fortunately for Barreta, I am here to take his place, and believe me... It will not be a walk in the park... Maybe an industrial park full of toxic wastes like those in Megaman X's levels... Errr... Not important. Also, the fact you are sided with AJLee Styles...
Trent took a deep breath and looked up, as if trying to put his act together.
Trent?: Is irrelevant for our match. Allen respects me and he wouldn't turn on me... Ughhh. What I meant to say was... A.... A... Styles interfering on this match wouldn't make the man who took on Heyman's Coalition on his own and beat them look too good, would it? I expect you to be a man and take me on your own Miz... I expect you to take my kick to the face like a man as well... As I said before... This is just business and as long as you don't get in between my and my WrestleMania main event there will not be blood... Well, at least not too muchHelpme!
Trent covered his mouth and looked at the camera.
Cameraman: Huh?
Trent charged at the camera, hitting it with a high angled knee... The device fell to the floor and a loud thud was heard, followed by static.