Pull the TRIGGER (for Danny Power)

[guidingkey]

It was like flipping a switch. The moment that Sirius took his glasses off, it was like there was a completely different person standing there. Not quite TRIGGER himself, not yet. He was standing tall, and there began the beginnings of the massive flood of confidence that his persona gave him. The rest of it came as soon as he slipped the contacts into his eyes. Gone was the bashful Sirius, the one who was deathly afraid of the stage. And here was TRIGGER, already wearing those tight leather pants, black boots, and nothing else. He grinned at his reflection, before his theme music began to blare on the loudspeakers and he sauntered out.

He was having a good time, making his way down to the ring, winking and giving high fives to the minor amount of the crowd that actually crossed over from his pop career into this one. He grinned widely for the cameras to pick up, even going so far as to lean over and kiss one of the audience members in the front row, square on the lips! With that, he popped up into the ring and over to the corner, where he climbed up and pumped his fist in the air, flexing and showing off -- and generally just trying to hog as much attention until the spotlight finally moved off of him, literally.