03-15-2016, 10:55 PM
Travis has arrived early to the Warfare arena. He's walked out to a dimly lit ring in front of an empty arena. The seats will soon be full of men women and children. Some that cheer him, but mostly they'll hate him. They should. He's a cunt.
He stands in the middle of the ring leaning on the top rope staring directly into the hard camera. Or where it will be. They haven't left much of value in the arena yet. Fuck, they're in Detroit. They're not stupid.
“I once was told to expand my promos. Give you all a little insight into my life. The truth is, it's not all that interesting. Things will come up occasionally I wish to share with you, but for the most part this is what you're going to get. Me, and a camera, occasionally a visually appealing setting but for the most part all you'll get is me.
In my opinion that's enough.
More than enough.
Because all I am, is the man I am between these ropes. I can spin a yarn with the best of them and I'll do plenty of that but everything you need to know about me will happen between these four ring posts. I'm an asshole when I speak. I'm a terror in the ring. Ask Branden Harvey, if he ever shows his face again.
I've bitten off a lot this week. A triple threat was assigned to me and then I jumped at the chance to step into the ring with what seems to be the entire roster. Honestly I'm a little tired of waiting and flapping my gums. You got lost in the shuffle Cole. It wasn't lacking balls, I just missed ya. You should be thankful. I've ripped everyone else to shreds this week. You would have been the same. Maybe we can do it again, just me and you, after I win this Rumble of course. I guess you have a history here. I gather you have a problem with Shane. That's none of my concern, and I honestly can't be bothered to figure out your problem right now. I'm fucking tired of watching old promos. What I do know is that when it comes down to whats going to happen in this ring.
I'm better than you.
I know, I know, easy to say. This business is full of guys who claim to be the best. It's the nature of what we do. One after another saying they are the best at one thing or another and then trying to find a more interesting way to say it. To convince everyone how good they are. I'm guilty of it. I'm not above it. Watch,
I'm the best.
Really.
Trust me
I'm the best.
Tommy was in the match when I cut that promo
Blow me
Which brings me to, 'the best pure striker in XWF'. His words, not mine. I didn't say I was going to try to strike with you Mr F'n Impotence? I dunno, fuck I'm tired of talking. It was my grandpa who boxed by the way, but whatever, not important. I just said I'm pretty good at throwing hands too. I've boxed, I've kick boxed, I've done a bit a Muy Thai. Jack of all trades master of most. I wasn't trying to impress anyone by being analytical, I am analytical. It's kind of important in this game we play, but a punch drunk boxer wouldn't know that eh? 'Fuck your pussy ass submissions, that ground shit is for pussies.' my words as him, not his. You want to dismiss submissions fine, whatever. I'd love to see you box with broken wrists. I'd love to see you stop me throwing you over the top rope with your foot pointing the wrong way. Nah mate, raise those hands and watch me take you down and twist you into a fucking pretzel. I don't think you got deadly power, knock a man out and he stutters for a while. I'll end your fucking career on the ground
Try me, punk.”
Travis is visibly upset. This week has eaten at him. After having the same group of opponents for a decade, after knowing all their stories and their ticks. He's spent two weeks now researching and watching people he believes are below him. He's furious, He's fed up with what he believes are people wasting his time. His voice rises and echo's in the cavernous arena. He speaks fast and hard jabbing his finger towards the camera.
“I'm out of patience! All the bullshit I've had to deal with this week! All the drivel I've had to watch, some of which I've even had to respond to! Did you see Joey's promos!? Seriously. I've been watching that and teen dramas all week. I'm fed up and I'm ready to break someone. And you want to tell me my submissions will be useless in a rumble. You.Dumb.Cunt. You want to play with me? You want to try me boy? Ya I said boy. That's incognito racist shit. I no longer give a fuck.
You can blow me too.
You can see how hungry I am? Bullshit, you have no idea. You stand on your soapbox and talk down to me like I couldn't end you. You have no idea what I've been through, what's brought me here. The things I've seen. The things I've DONE! None of you. Not a single person watching this knows how fucking hungry I am. Because I can say it, I can tell you over and over and you have no idea the fire that burns in me. I want you to feel it first hand. I want you ALL to feel it. I'm going to break bones, I'm going to end careers to get what I want. I'll slap your mother and rape your father if it means I get half a step closer to what I need.
If it means I can win.
I don't want your respect I want your head.
Fuck it
I'm done talking. I'm fucking sick of it.
See you at Warfare.”
FADE
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