Post by Kyle Travis on Jun 26, 2014 7:47:57 GMT -6
::Various events and appearances featuring UWA wrestlers have been scheduled for the upcoming Searing Agony pay-per-view. These include television appearances, radio interviews and, of course, a press conference.::
::In front of the main entrance to the Energy Solutions Arena in Salt Lake City, Utah, the site of Searing Agony, a small stage and scaffolding has been constructed. Hanging from the scaffolding is a curtain with the logo of UWA Searing Agony. In front of the stage is a podium with the UWA logo.::
::Seated before the stage are various members of the local media, such as TV and radio reporters, bloggers, as well as representatives from wrestling magazines and websites. They have listened to several wrestlers and UWA office personnel speak about being in Salt Lake City and Searing Agony.::
::Lula Davidson is serving as the MC for this event. She stands at the podium introducing the next speaker. Stepping through the curtain, dressed in black pants and a white shirt and with the UWA North American Championship around his waist, is the current reigning and defending North American Champion, Kyle Travis. “The Canadian Legend” approaches the podium and looks over the assembled crowd. He takes the title from his waist slowly lifting it high into the air.::
“It comes down to a question of which is more important; revenge or glory? That is what Vince Jones and Fraser Freeman have to ask themselves. Do they want to make history and become the second UWA North American Champion? Or do they want to beat the hell out of each other and try again? Which is more important?”
“For me, that answer is clear. This is what matters me. This is what I am fighting for. This is MY Championship and this is MY match. If it comes down to a choice between revenge or glory, well considering I was just placed in this match and have no real personal issues with the pimp or the ex-banger, I chose glory. I chose to
“As much as they may want the glory, people are powerless when it comes to love and revenge. If Jones and Freeman do not think I will not capitalize on their mutual dislike of each other and any opportunity it may provide, then they have no idea who I am and they truly have underestimated me.”
::Travis lowers the title and drapes it over his left shoulder. He looks over the crowd, smiles and chuckles a bit, then shakes his head and sighs.::
“It’s funny. I talk about receiving a lack of respect and almost immediately after, I am proven right. I have heard that I am not a legend before. People keep telling me this along with the tired old line about how they will be the one who ends my career or that I am evil or that nothing I have done in the past matters, yet I have to listen to them talk about their pasts or watch people treat them as legends while I get nothing. It happens again and again.”
“Well, I suppose having main evented arenas all over the world, headlining pay-per-views and winning twenty-three championships since starting in 1999 really don’t qualify me as a legend. I suppose record breaking title reigns and feuds with some of the biggest names in wrestling as well as having won a lot of titles and being responsible for many historic moments does not qualify you as a legend? Well then what the hell does make one a legend if I may ask?”
::He gestures to the gathered crowd as if he expects them to answer him. However, he continues speaking before anyone has a chance to answer his question.::
“Does quitting to become a pimp somehow make you a wrestling legend? Does being a former gang member now trying to turn his life around after discovering wrestling in what sounds like a cliché After School Special make you a legend?”
::“The Once and Future King” shakes his head.::
“No, neither of those things does.”
::Rolling his shoulder, Travis adjusts the title draped over his shoulder.::
“But then what does make you a legend? Well, I will tell you what does. What makes someone a legend is having a career like mine, or being able to accomplish nothing, yet somehow being one of the greatest talkers in the business. Well, I am the first to admit that I am not one of the greatest talkers in the business. I believe actions speak louder than words, and since 1999, my actions have proven that I am a legend.”
“And yet, time and time again, no one seems to want to recognize that. No one wants to give me the slightest praise or validation. Everything I have ever done in my career seems to be instantly ignored and treated with a “what have you done lately” attitude, yet I see praise and adulation being heaped upon other people, often without them ever being tested or even knowing anything about them. I have proven myself in this business again and again.”
“But I do personally love the comment that Fraser Freeman made about the fact that somehow I am not a champion.”
“Well if I am not a champion, then what the hell is this?”
::Travis slips the title off his shoulder and holds it out, looking at it.::
“It looks like a championship belt. It feels like a championship belt. It has the word “champion” engraved on it. I can only conclude that it is indeed a championship belt. And when one looks closer, one will see that the name on the plate is mine. Ergo, we must conclude that this is not only a championship belt, but that it is mine.”
“But how can I have a championship if I am not a champion?”
::He taps his chin in thought as he looks at the title.::
“It is not like the belt was awarded to me. I didn’t show up to a Monday Night Mayhem and someone backstage hands me the title telling me that I am champion now because the company has issues with the guy who had the belt. I didn’t find this is someone’s gym bag and start wearing it.”
::Again, to create the image that he is thinking, he scratches his head.::
“So then how did I get this title?”
::Travis snaps his fingers.::
“Oh that’s right. I went to the ring and I won it. The fact that I am a champion makes me a champion.”
::He raises the title into the air. Camera flash, taking a photo of the first North American Champion holding up his title for what could be one of the final times.::
“Again, I do not know why people seem shocked when I win a championship. The name “the Once and Future King” is not something I picked up because I enjoy Arthurian legends or I am prophesized to lead England in its hour of greatest need. It is because time and time again, I have won championships. I walk into a place and say I will be a champion, and rather than take it as a threat or even as the slightest possible truth, people seem to react like I am that rookie who just strolls in and demands an opportunity at a title without proving himself.”
::With one quick motion, Travis lowers the title and slaps the gold plate. He drapes it over his shoulder again.::
“This proves I am a champion. This proves I can back up everything I say. This championship is mine, and Searing Agony is not going to change that.”
“What is it with you Sin City Knights? I watched Silver Baron show the world he could not defend any of his girls against the biggest bunch of freaks and losers I have ever seen and rather than man up, grab his supposed partner and take the fight to them, he throws on a mask and pretends to be some sort of monster. Now you, a guy who all but admitted to being a serial killer, go on about how this woman saved you, got you cleaned up, got you into a pimping which helped you rediscover your love of wrestling and now suddenly, but you can’t be with her because there is a risk involved? And now, what, you are going to become some sort of protector of the innocent and defender of the weak?”
“Sorry, but when exactly did you two become superheroes, unable to be with anyone because your enemies would try to get to you by using them? It is not like you have secret identities. None of us are wondering who the Sin City Knights, Oblivion and his sidekick Freeman, are behind those masks. We know who you are. Last I checked, you and Silver Baron are pimps and those girls are whores. They knew the job was dangerous when they decided to stop being human beings and become sex toys. Isn’t it your job as a pimp to protect them or go after people that hurt them who are not you?”
“If you want to blame anyone for what happens to Jade or any of your girls, blame yourself. You two brought them into wrestling and thus made them into a viable target. Anything that happens to them is as much fault as it is whoever did the deed. Yet, neither you nor Silver Baron proved you can actually defend them.”
“Why is Vince Jones still here? Didn’t he attack your friend Silver Baron? Didn’t he target your girl? And yet, you have just sat aside and waited for the chance at him rather than just take him out. And somehow, I am supposed to be scared?”
“My wife and children do not attend events because I do not want them used against me. I would use someone’s wife and children against them, so why put my family in such a spot? There was one time it happened, years ago, when a wrestler named Bill Liden put his hands on my wife.”
::A look of pure malevolence appears on the face of Kyle Travis. That malevolence can be heard in his voice.::
“I ended him.”
::For a moment, he glares out to the corwd. A few shift a bit, remembering years ago when Travis defeated Bill Liden in a violent three stages of hell match.::
“Neither you nor Silver Baron has shown anyone that you can protect or avenge the girls that are supposed to be in your charge. He put on a mask and claimed some “evil demon” got released, and then attacked carnie rejects, who have somehow failed to realize they outnumber him and could just beat the hell out of him any time they want. You broke up with your girlfriend and are now trying to pull off some sort of lone avenger thing. I am not buying either of those.”
“And then there is Vince Jones, the third man in this party.”
“What I personally love about this man is that he needs nearly a dozen nicknames to tell us how great he is or to remind us all of his name and an entourage to tell him how great he is, in addition to announcers singing his praise, and yet, people call me arrogant or egotistical for hyping myself up. Like I said, no one seems to feel a need to give the devil his due when it comes to me. I half except your entourage to add a biographer, or do you pay your manager extra for that?”
“Vince, you call yourself a “Career Killa” and yet, I find myself wondering if indeed you have ever actually ended anyone’s career or is just name to make you sound tough. I have ended careers before and I have every intention of doing it again. All your other nicknames “One Man Dynasty”, “Da King”, and whatever else you want to call yourself, are just names to make you sound impressive, but I am still waiting for proof of how great everyone says you are.”
“You are a thug Vince Jones. And yet, you have made it work for you so very well. You went after the Silver City Knights’ girls and laid one of the out, which I confess that I would have done if need be, but you really seemed to do it for no actual reason other than just doing it. That is what makes you a thug. When I do something like that, there is a reason and a motive behind it. It is never just pointless violence for the sake of pointless violence.”
“Yet that violence I am so capable of will have a point at Searing Agony. As bad as you think you are, as dangerous as you think you are Jones, I am worse and much more dangerous. This title is mine and I am not going to lose it to arrogant thug like you or to some pimp who thinks he has the right to be some sort of moral authority or guardian when he can’t even protect those that matter to him.”
::Again, Travis adjusts the North American Championship so that it sits a bit more comfortably on his shoulder.::
“I personally do not give a damn about the issues Fraser Freeman and Vince Jones have with each other. I really do not. If you two want to destroy each other, then go ahead. It makes my job of winning at Searing Agony that much easier. Somehow you two seem to figure that I am a non-entity in this match, like I am a Christian being thrown to the lions or the sacrificial lamb about to be sent to slaughter. Once again, I find it amazing people underestimate me. I honestly have no idea how or why they continue to do so given everything I have done. Need I remind you that this is a triple threat match and I am very good at these?”
::Once again, Travis takes the title and raises it into the air.::
“This is my proof.”
::He drapes the title over his shoulder again, tapping the gold plate gently and looking at the title.::
“What do you think is going to happen? Do you think I am going to hand the title to the referee and cower in the corner in the hopes that one of you does not hurt me? Do you think I am going to hand over my title and just walk away, leaving you two to battle for it? Or perhaps you believe that I will be laid out with one mighty punch or as soon as the bell rings, I will soil myself and flee for dear life because you two are far too awesome for me to contend with?”
::Allowing himself a sadistic smile, “the Once and Future King” laughs a cold, joyless little laugh. He stops.::
“None of those things are going to happen. It did not happen when I faced Jeszika Gautier and Garbage Man two months ago. Oh everyone thought it would. They all thought Jeszika Gautier would go out to the ring, give me a sound trashing, show me what for and become the first ever North American Champion. Despite everything I have done, everything I have accomplished, I went into the match as an underdog, no one but me thinking I would win. Everyone was already planning on Jeszika’s victory. And how exactly did that work out for her? Oh, that’s right. I walked out of Spring Slaughter as the first UWA North American Champion in history. I am going to walk out of Searing Agony still being the North American Champion.”
::“The Canadian Legend” turns his eyes away form the title. That predatory gaze falls upon the gathered crowd of journalists and bloogers.::
“Underestimate me. I dare you. I beg you. Ask how far it has gotten so many other people. Ask how well underestimating me worked out for Castiel or Stalker Knight or Jeszika Gautier. Make the same mistake so many before you have made and end up losing to me.”
“This is a triple threat match. I said it was my match. The belt in my possession proves that. The fact that nearly every title I won in ACW was in a triple threat match proves it. The fact that I have lost only two triple threat matches out of the many I have wrestled in my career proves it. This is my match.”
“But no, go ahead and underestimate me. Assume that when the bell rings I will just throw the belt into the air and run for dear life. Go on thinking that I will hand the belt over and cower under the ring until it is over, praying to God that the two men in the ring do not find me and hurt me. Believe whatever you want to help you deny the fact that it has been nearly a decade since I lost a triple threat match.”
“I will be the first person to lose the UWA North American Championships. I know that, because I am the first person to ever win it. It has happened to me before and I have no doubt that it will happen again. However, I refuse to become the first champion in UWA history to lose a title and I refuse to do it in a match that I have proven time and time again is my specialty.”
“This is a triple threat match. There are no count outs. There are no disqualifications. How can there be when three people are involved? You win this by a pinfall or a submission and if that means I have to beat you both with chairs or throw you into stairs or whatever, I am more than willing to do it. My reputation and my title are on the line. Do you really think underestimating me or writing me off as a non-entity in this match is the wisest move? I don’t. When you are backed into the corner with everything on the line, you fight harder.”
::For may very well be one of the final times, Kyle Travis takes the North American Championship into the air. The cameras flash as Travis keeps his eyes on the crowd.::
“But I want you two to underestimate me. I want you to think that this will be the easiest match you will ever wrestle. I want you to do that because when I win yet another triple threat match, when I walk out of Searing Agony having successfully retained the UWA North American Champions, it will be that much greater the victory and I will finally get the respect that I deserve. Challenge and learn.”
::He moves away from podium, still holding the title up. The scene fades out on “the Canadian Legend”, “the Once and Future King”, the self-proclaimed “Master of the Triple Threat Match” and the current reigning and defending, as well as the first man to ever be, UWA North American Champion Kyle Travis holding the championship title in the air as the cameras flash.::
::In front of the main entrance to the Energy Solutions Arena in Salt Lake City, Utah, the site of Searing Agony, a small stage and scaffolding has been constructed. Hanging from the scaffolding is a curtain with the logo of UWA Searing Agony. In front of the stage is a podium with the UWA logo.::
::Seated before the stage are various members of the local media, such as TV and radio reporters, bloggers, as well as representatives from wrestling magazines and websites. They have listened to several wrestlers and UWA office personnel speak about being in Salt Lake City and Searing Agony.::
::Lula Davidson is serving as the MC for this event. She stands at the podium introducing the next speaker. Stepping through the curtain, dressed in black pants and a white shirt and with the UWA North American Championship around his waist, is the current reigning and defending North American Champion, Kyle Travis. “The Canadian Legend” approaches the podium and looks over the assembled crowd. He takes the title from his waist slowly lifting it high into the air.::
“It comes down to a question of which is more important; revenge or glory? That is what Vince Jones and Fraser Freeman have to ask themselves. Do they want to make history and become the second UWA North American Champion? Or do they want to beat the hell out of each other and try again? Which is more important?”
“For me, that answer is clear. This is what matters me. This is what I am fighting for. This is MY Championship and this is MY match. If it comes down to a choice between revenge or glory, well considering I was just placed in this match and have no real personal issues with the pimp or the ex-banger, I chose glory. I chose to
“As much as they may want the glory, people are powerless when it comes to love and revenge. If Jones and Freeman do not think I will not capitalize on their mutual dislike of each other and any opportunity it may provide, then they have no idea who I am and they truly have underestimated me.”
::Travis lowers the title and drapes it over his left shoulder. He looks over the crowd, smiles and chuckles a bit, then shakes his head and sighs.::
“It’s funny. I talk about receiving a lack of respect and almost immediately after, I am proven right. I have heard that I am not a legend before. People keep telling me this along with the tired old line about how they will be the one who ends my career or that I am evil or that nothing I have done in the past matters, yet I have to listen to them talk about their pasts or watch people treat them as legends while I get nothing. It happens again and again.”
“Well, I suppose having main evented arenas all over the world, headlining pay-per-views and winning twenty-three championships since starting in 1999 really don’t qualify me as a legend. I suppose record breaking title reigns and feuds with some of the biggest names in wrestling as well as having won a lot of titles and being responsible for many historic moments does not qualify you as a legend? Well then what the hell does make one a legend if I may ask?”
::He gestures to the gathered crowd as if he expects them to answer him. However, he continues speaking before anyone has a chance to answer his question.::
“Does quitting to become a pimp somehow make you a wrestling legend? Does being a former gang member now trying to turn his life around after discovering wrestling in what sounds like a cliché After School Special make you a legend?”
::“The Once and Future King” shakes his head.::
“No, neither of those things does.”
::Rolling his shoulder, Travis adjusts the title draped over his shoulder.::
“But then what does make you a legend? Well, I will tell you what does. What makes someone a legend is having a career like mine, or being able to accomplish nothing, yet somehow being one of the greatest talkers in the business. Well, I am the first to admit that I am not one of the greatest talkers in the business. I believe actions speak louder than words, and since 1999, my actions have proven that I am a legend.”
“And yet, time and time again, no one seems to want to recognize that. No one wants to give me the slightest praise or validation. Everything I have ever done in my career seems to be instantly ignored and treated with a “what have you done lately” attitude, yet I see praise and adulation being heaped upon other people, often without them ever being tested or even knowing anything about them. I have proven myself in this business again and again.”
“But I do personally love the comment that Fraser Freeman made about the fact that somehow I am not a champion.”
“Well if I am not a champion, then what the hell is this?”
::Travis slips the title off his shoulder and holds it out, looking at it.::
“It looks like a championship belt. It feels like a championship belt. It has the word “champion” engraved on it. I can only conclude that it is indeed a championship belt. And when one looks closer, one will see that the name on the plate is mine. Ergo, we must conclude that this is not only a championship belt, but that it is mine.”
“But how can I have a championship if I am not a champion?”
::He taps his chin in thought as he looks at the title.::
“It is not like the belt was awarded to me. I didn’t show up to a Monday Night Mayhem and someone backstage hands me the title telling me that I am champion now because the company has issues with the guy who had the belt. I didn’t find this is someone’s gym bag and start wearing it.”
::Again, to create the image that he is thinking, he scratches his head.::
“So then how did I get this title?”
::Travis snaps his fingers.::
“Oh that’s right. I went to the ring and I won it. The fact that I am a champion makes me a champion.”
::He raises the title into the air. Camera flash, taking a photo of the first North American Champion holding up his title for what could be one of the final times.::
“Again, I do not know why people seem shocked when I win a championship. The name “the Once and Future King” is not something I picked up because I enjoy Arthurian legends or I am prophesized to lead England in its hour of greatest need. It is because time and time again, I have won championships. I walk into a place and say I will be a champion, and rather than take it as a threat or even as the slightest possible truth, people seem to react like I am that rookie who just strolls in and demands an opportunity at a title without proving himself.”
::With one quick motion, Travis lowers the title and slaps the gold plate. He drapes it over his shoulder again.::
“This proves I am a champion. This proves I can back up everything I say. This championship is mine, and Searing Agony is not going to change that.”
“What is it with you Sin City Knights? I watched Silver Baron show the world he could not defend any of his girls against the biggest bunch of freaks and losers I have ever seen and rather than man up, grab his supposed partner and take the fight to them, he throws on a mask and pretends to be some sort of monster. Now you, a guy who all but admitted to being a serial killer, go on about how this woman saved you, got you cleaned up, got you into a pimping which helped you rediscover your love of wrestling and now suddenly, but you can’t be with her because there is a risk involved? And now, what, you are going to become some sort of protector of the innocent and defender of the weak?”
“Sorry, but when exactly did you two become superheroes, unable to be with anyone because your enemies would try to get to you by using them? It is not like you have secret identities. None of us are wondering who the Sin City Knights, Oblivion and his sidekick Freeman, are behind those masks. We know who you are. Last I checked, you and Silver Baron are pimps and those girls are whores. They knew the job was dangerous when they decided to stop being human beings and become sex toys. Isn’t it your job as a pimp to protect them or go after people that hurt them who are not you?”
“If you want to blame anyone for what happens to Jade or any of your girls, blame yourself. You two brought them into wrestling and thus made them into a viable target. Anything that happens to them is as much fault as it is whoever did the deed. Yet, neither you nor Silver Baron proved you can actually defend them.”
“Why is Vince Jones still here? Didn’t he attack your friend Silver Baron? Didn’t he target your girl? And yet, you have just sat aside and waited for the chance at him rather than just take him out. And somehow, I am supposed to be scared?”
“My wife and children do not attend events because I do not want them used against me. I would use someone’s wife and children against them, so why put my family in such a spot? There was one time it happened, years ago, when a wrestler named Bill Liden put his hands on my wife.”
::A look of pure malevolence appears on the face of Kyle Travis. That malevolence can be heard in his voice.::
“I ended him.”
::For a moment, he glares out to the corwd. A few shift a bit, remembering years ago when Travis defeated Bill Liden in a violent three stages of hell match.::
“Neither you nor Silver Baron has shown anyone that you can protect or avenge the girls that are supposed to be in your charge. He put on a mask and claimed some “evil demon” got released, and then attacked carnie rejects, who have somehow failed to realize they outnumber him and could just beat the hell out of him any time they want. You broke up with your girlfriend and are now trying to pull off some sort of lone avenger thing. I am not buying either of those.”
“And then there is Vince Jones, the third man in this party.”
“What I personally love about this man is that he needs nearly a dozen nicknames to tell us how great he is or to remind us all of his name and an entourage to tell him how great he is, in addition to announcers singing his praise, and yet, people call me arrogant or egotistical for hyping myself up. Like I said, no one seems to feel a need to give the devil his due when it comes to me. I half except your entourage to add a biographer, or do you pay your manager extra for that?”
“Vince, you call yourself a “Career Killa” and yet, I find myself wondering if indeed you have ever actually ended anyone’s career or is just name to make you sound tough. I have ended careers before and I have every intention of doing it again. All your other nicknames “One Man Dynasty”, “Da King”, and whatever else you want to call yourself, are just names to make you sound impressive, but I am still waiting for proof of how great everyone says you are.”
“You are a thug Vince Jones. And yet, you have made it work for you so very well. You went after the Silver City Knights’ girls and laid one of the out, which I confess that I would have done if need be, but you really seemed to do it for no actual reason other than just doing it. That is what makes you a thug. When I do something like that, there is a reason and a motive behind it. It is never just pointless violence for the sake of pointless violence.”
“Yet that violence I am so capable of will have a point at Searing Agony. As bad as you think you are, as dangerous as you think you are Jones, I am worse and much more dangerous. This title is mine and I am not going to lose it to arrogant thug like you or to some pimp who thinks he has the right to be some sort of moral authority or guardian when he can’t even protect those that matter to him.”
::Again, Travis adjusts the North American Championship so that it sits a bit more comfortably on his shoulder.::
“I personally do not give a damn about the issues Fraser Freeman and Vince Jones have with each other. I really do not. If you two want to destroy each other, then go ahead. It makes my job of winning at Searing Agony that much easier. Somehow you two seem to figure that I am a non-entity in this match, like I am a Christian being thrown to the lions or the sacrificial lamb about to be sent to slaughter. Once again, I find it amazing people underestimate me. I honestly have no idea how or why they continue to do so given everything I have done. Need I remind you that this is a triple threat match and I am very good at these?”
::Once again, Travis takes the title and raises it into the air.::
“This is my proof.”
::He drapes the title over his shoulder again, tapping the gold plate gently and looking at the title.::
“What do you think is going to happen? Do you think I am going to hand the title to the referee and cower in the corner in the hopes that one of you does not hurt me? Do you think I am going to hand over my title and just walk away, leaving you two to battle for it? Or perhaps you believe that I will be laid out with one mighty punch or as soon as the bell rings, I will soil myself and flee for dear life because you two are far too awesome for me to contend with?”
::Allowing himself a sadistic smile, “the Once and Future King” laughs a cold, joyless little laugh. He stops.::
“None of those things are going to happen. It did not happen when I faced Jeszika Gautier and Garbage Man two months ago. Oh everyone thought it would. They all thought Jeszika Gautier would go out to the ring, give me a sound trashing, show me what for and become the first ever North American Champion. Despite everything I have done, everything I have accomplished, I went into the match as an underdog, no one but me thinking I would win. Everyone was already planning on Jeszika’s victory. And how exactly did that work out for her? Oh, that’s right. I walked out of Spring Slaughter as the first UWA North American Champion in history. I am going to walk out of Searing Agony still being the North American Champion.”
::“The Canadian Legend” turns his eyes away form the title. That predatory gaze falls upon the gathered crowd of journalists and bloogers.::
“Underestimate me. I dare you. I beg you. Ask how far it has gotten so many other people. Ask how well underestimating me worked out for Castiel or Stalker Knight or Jeszika Gautier. Make the same mistake so many before you have made and end up losing to me.”
“This is a triple threat match. I said it was my match. The belt in my possession proves that. The fact that nearly every title I won in ACW was in a triple threat match proves it. The fact that I have lost only two triple threat matches out of the many I have wrestled in my career proves it. This is my match.”
“But no, go ahead and underestimate me. Assume that when the bell rings I will just throw the belt into the air and run for dear life. Go on thinking that I will hand the belt over and cower under the ring until it is over, praying to God that the two men in the ring do not find me and hurt me. Believe whatever you want to help you deny the fact that it has been nearly a decade since I lost a triple threat match.”
“I will be the first person to lose the UWA North American Championships. I know that, because I am the first person to ever win it. It has happened to me before and I have no doubt that it will happen again. However, I refuse to become the first champion in UWA history to lose a title and I refuse to do it in a match that I have proven time and time again is my specialty.”
“This is a triple threat match. There are no count outs. There are no disqualifications. How can there be when three people are involved? You win this by a pinfall or a submission and if that means I have to beat you both with chairs or throw you into stairs or whatever, I am more than willing to do it. My reputation and my title are on the line. Do you really think underestimating me or writing me off as a non-entity in this match is the wisest move? I don’t. When you are backed into the corner with everything on the line, you fight harder.”
::For may very well be one of the final times, Kyle Travis takes the North American Championship into the air. The cameras flash as Travis keeps his eyes on the crowd.::
“But I want you two to underestimate me. I want you to think that this will be the easiest match you will ever wrestle. I want you to do that because when I win yet another triple threat match, when I walk out of Searing Agony having successfully retained the UWA North American Champions, it will be that much greater the victory and I will finally get the respect that I deserve. Challenge and learn.”
::He moves away from podium, still holding the title up. The scene fades out on “the Canadian Legend”, “the Once and Future King”, the self-proclaimed “Master of the Triple Threat Match” and the current reigning and defending, as well as the first man to ever be, UWA North American Champion Kyle Travis holding the championship title in the air as the cameras flash.::