X-treme Wrestling Federation

The camera fades into Trevor Hawk standing in a dark room with a light on him. He is holding his new Ark of the Covenant Championship title slung over his left shoulder as he smirks slightly. He is pacing back and forth, looking at the camera ever so often. He looks pleased, satisfied, but a little bit disheveled. It’s hard to describe exactly, but it’s a combination of anger and… and something else.

He takes the mic he is holding with his right hand and begins to speak.

“Well, well, well… it’s been three days since I’ve last addressed the XWF, and a lot has changed. Specifically, I’m now a champion. Oh yes. I debuted three days ago and became active four days ago. Since then, I’ve already won The Ark of The Covenant Championship. I told every one of you what was coming and I doubt the lot of you believed me,”

Trevor seems to get this odd, far-off look in his eye as he says those final words, his face turning from reminiscent, to angry, to that something sinister as he says these words; “No one has ever believed me when I’ve said I’m the best. My mother never believed me when I said I had talent in wrestling, my sister always laughed at me when I said that I was doing good in school, my friends turned their backs on me, my girlfriend stabbed me in the back… EVERY FUCKING PERSON IN MY FUCKING LIFE NEVER BELIEVED ME! LOOK HOW IT TURNED OUT FOR THOSE FUCKING PIECES OF…”

Trevor brings his hands up to his head, the microphone hanging down from its cable draped over the crook of his arm as he grabs his hair and bares his teeth. His title nearly falls off his shoulders and it slides down from the sharp movement.

He shakes his head quickly, taking deep breaths as his eyes relax along with his body. He grabs the mic again, holding it up to his mouth, talking more feverishly at this point, now holding the title with his hand rather than slinging it over his shoulder. He paces back and forth like an excited or angry animal.

“I told you what you were dealing with. No one believed me, you understand? You were dealing with ‘The Man’. I told you I wanted titles. I told you all I wanted to win and I have. Everyone in my life, I’ve warned about me and no one has listened. But that’s good. If people came to their senses and did listen to me, no one would fight me. No one… no one would kick my ass. Then there’s no telling what would happen! I’m a dangerous man, people know this, wrestling is my life and blood... And I’m hungry for a little bit more right now. I’m hungry for another fight, another win.”

Trevor points to the camera with the title, angrily hissing, “And none of you, not one single one, including you Kielich, can take that win away. No, even if I lose the title tomorrow, even if Kielich himself took it away, that win? Me becoming champion that quickly? That doesn’t go away. That follows me. I’ve already left the majority of the competitors here in the dust as I rocket my way to the top. And it’s sad, really, that I am as good as every one of you claims to be,”

“I’ve shown not only am I The Hound of War, as I’ve claimed to be, but that I’m a natural born conqueror. And like conquerors of old, I have a bad temper. Comparable to the very same tempers that tore down the walls of The Library of Alexandria, that burned the towns and villages of European Russia, and that crumbled The Roman Empire… And maybe, maybe just like Vlad The Impaler, like Alexander the Great, like Henry the VII… maybe I’m a little nuts too. Just a little,”

Then something else happened. Something people could notice before when this promo started. He dipped his head down a little bit when he began speaking, his voice turning soft and quiet. Shadows covered his face slightly, making it seem... like there was more to him than he was giving off. Something More Sinister.

"And it's not just you who thinks I'm a little nuts now. My sister did too... yeah... yeah she did. She came to one of my matches one night, see? And I was facing this one guy, he was a big guy, but he was interested in little girls. Like my sis. See, he started perving on her, giving her eyes. She wanted him to stop. So, so maybe... maybe I just took it a little too far in my match. M-maybe when he was bleeding on the floor, when I stood above him, pounding my fists harder and harder into his big head that had turned oh so tiny... maybe it was normal for them to pull me off of him. Maybe... maybe she had a right to think I was... insane..."

Trevor stopped for a few seconds, gulping down the spit in his mouth as he turned to the camera, continuing what he was doing.

“So, I know I outclass you by a mile Kielich, I’l-I’ll give you a little piece of advice. A gift from your newest pal, Trevor. Don’t make me angry, please don’t, it becomes messy after that. People don’t like me when I’m angry.”

“But no, none of that will matter, right? Because you’ll come back at me now. You’re going to disregard everything I’ve said. You’ll point out my flaws and try and insult me, knowing that if you say the right line or two, you’ll be golden ponyboy.”

“So go ahead, Kielich. Come back at me now. Tell me how I’m a bad competitor, how I’m not as good as I say I am. Tell me that I’m a piece of shit that got lucky. Shoot on me, talk about my family and my past. Do it. Kick my ass in this match. Knock me the fuck out. Cut your best damn promo on me not because you’ll need it, but at the end of the day, when you’re lying in bed awake at night thinking about where you are in your life, we’ll both know… we’ll both know who the real winner is.”

“Trevor Hawk is taking over the world now, boys! And if you don’t want to get caught up in it… Get the fuck out of my way.”

“Because while I’m not the biggest, I’m not the baddest, I may not be the best wrestler in the world, I may not be the best on the mic, but… Kielich… Oh Kielich… None of that will matter in our match. Because this?” Trevor points to his head repeatedly.

“This makes me your worst nightmare.”