Post by Kyle Travis on Dec 12, 2014 16:02:46 GMT -6
::The ring has been taken down following the end of Monday Night Mayhem. The mats have been pulled and rolled up. The ring ropes have been taken down and packed up. Cables that ran across the floor to the equipment are being rolled up and packed away. The lights are being taken down. The announce table has been taken apart and is now ready for shipping.::
::Sitting in one of the seats among the many seats in the arena, watching the ring, and equipment, and the set being taken apart and packed away is “the Canadian Legend” Kyle Travis.::
::Travis sits rather casually, with his feet on the back to the seat in front of him and his head resting on his left hand. He seems to be watching the crew disassemble the set, but at the same time, he seems to not be paying attention to any of them. He appears to be completely blasé about the fact he waylaid backstage announcer Maria Zalis and that he has a submission match at the Cataclysm pay-per-view.::
“I am going to make you scream Craven. In front of the entire world watching at home on pay-per-view or online and in front of all the people in the arena, I am going to make you scream like I made Brittany scream, like I made so many others before you scream in submission.”
“The entire world is going to watch you scream in agony and in pain, just like that worthless whore that I laid out moths ago, Brittany, because that is all you are to Silver Baron, just some whore they can parade out when needed. You can lie and say you are part of the group, but if that were true, why didn’t Silver Baron ask you to be his partner when he was handed an opportunity he never deserved in the first place and just grabbed a guy off the street?”
::Travis lifts his head, dropping his left arm down on the armrest of the seat he is in. He smirks a bit.::
“Is it maybe because I am right and he doesn’t value you at all or consider you a friend or an ally, just someone he can use?”
::“The Canadian Legend” shrugs.::
“Yes, you can make excuses, like he is too busy keeping the raging monster of Oblivion trapped inside him or whatever, but we both know those are lies. If memory serves, didn’t he and Quentin Sharpe put Oblivion down a few weeks back? I recall them doing it. And yet, somehow, like Bruce Banner trying to contain the Hulk, the so-called monster is bursting free.”
“I’d laugh if it wasn’t so pathetic.”
::For a moment, Travis pauses and then shrugs.::
“Oh what the hell, I’ll laugh anyway.”
::“The Once and Future King” Kyle Travis laughs a cold, cruel, sadistic laugh, which matches his smile.::
“This is just pathetic really. But what is more pathetic is that the Sin City Knights seem to think themselves these great protectors of the innocent and defenders of the defenseless and these great champions of righteousness, who are sexually exploiting women, but we’ll just overlook that minor inconvenient fact.”
::He stops smiling.::
“You are not protectors of the innocent. You are not defenders of the defenseless, or champions of righteousness. The simple fact of the matter is that the Sin City Knights are cowards. The simple fact of the matter is that the Sin City Knights are hypocrites who do not even understand what the word knight means.”
“Knights are men of valor, honor and integrity following a code of honor and valor that dictated how the conducted themselves and what was expected of them. By noble birth, or proof of their strong sense of honor, unquestionable moral character and unwavering courage and unfailing loyalty, were granted the honor being dubbed knights. We encourage our children to pretend to be knights, to save damsels in distress or kingdoms and slay dragons and monsters on their noble steeds armed only with sword, shield and bravery. And where exactly do any of those things apply to the Sin City Knights?”
::Placing his hands on the armrest, Travis pushes himself up to a standing position and looks upwards to the arena’s ceiling where the banners of the UWA, Monday Night Mayhem and Cataclysm are being lowered to the floor.::
“Did it apply to you when Fraser Freeman promised to be a defender of the righteous and give me and Vince Jones what for, because if I recall, he failed not once, but twice. And the second time was such a beating that, rather than attempt to come back and try again, or get back on the horse, he walked away, apparently now totally cool with whatever Vince Jones and I seem to want to do. Now, I may be wrong, but I really doubt that the quest for the Holy Grail ended when Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table just gave up.”
“Or maybe it applied when Silver Baron, needing something to protect his image of a mild-mannered, upstanding, man of the people pimp, decided that rather than defend his women or go after the Knight family himself, he would concoct this overly elaborate and ridiculous story of a split personality, some sort of monster he kept inside him for years, and attack Stalker Knight, a man about as dangerous as a kitten. And, I am sure that making up some sort of alter ego to protect you already full of crap image is just what the Knights of the Round Table would do, although, I am pretty sure that is not how Arthur defeated Mordred, by putting on a mask and calling himself Purgatory.”
“Were you all acting like knights when Silver Baron and Quentin Sharpe refused Sang Réal’s challenge and acted like they were better than them, like they were the greatest tag team in wrestling history, because I am pretty sure that a knights usually accept challenges rather then refuse one and act all high and mighty.”
“Or maybe, maybe you showed that you were a knight, a true protector, a great defender and a champion of people when you stood by and watched me beat the hell out of Maria Zalis? You could have saved her Craven. You could have stopped me before it got too bad. You should have. Instead, you waited until I was done beating a poor, defenseless, innocent person, the same type of person the Sin City Knights claim to protect, to wqalk up to me and do your whole avenger shtick. Her blood is on your hands Craven.”
“Or maybe you defined knight when the three of you, rather than have a fair fight at Fearless, fought a two-on-one handicap match, because as we all know, the truly brave and courageous and honorable fight an outnumbered foe. Or did you best exemplify what it is to be a knight when you were practically stalking Skylar for your first few weeks here and now you allow her to keep spreading her legs for Silver Baron’s checking account? I am only asking because I am pretty sure the average knight or protector of freedom, justice and defender of people are not pimping out girls, especially the woman they claim to have loved for their entire lives, or be cool with people doing it.”
::Travis lowers his gaze from the ceiling.::
“The Sin City Knights are not knights. You, Craven, do not know the meaning of the word. If you were truly the righteous champions, defenders and protectors you all claim to be, you would have demanded me to be in that match at Fearless. You would have gone after me as soon as I walked into an arena after I laid out one of your girls rather than wait a few weeks after I mentioned it and suddenly been like “Oh man, we should probably get that guy for doing that”. Silver Baron and Quentin Sharpe would have accepted Sang Réal’s challenge for the UWA Tag Team Championships rather than acted like they were the greatest champions of all time.”
“You are not knights. You are arrogant, self-righteous hypocritical bastards trying to pass them off as these great defenders of truth, honor and integrity. You do not even know the meaning of the word knight. But, then again, I suppose Sin City Fox News wouldn’t sell t-shirts to idiots stupid enough to buy into the image you try to pull off, because that is all you are. You are not knights. You are the Fox News of the UWA, self-righteous hypocrites acting like they are protecting honor, integrity and truth, when in reality they are completely full of it.”
“You want me to believe that you are outraged over what I have been doing Craven? Where was that outrage when I beat Brittney bloody? Where was that outrage, that moral indignation, when I beat the hell out of Maria Zalis? All you did was walk up to me and challenge me to a match. Where was it for Brittany? If you wanted me so badly, why are we waiting until after I called you out on it to avenge what I did to one of your girls? A true knight would have laid me out the minute he saw me. You would have demanded me in the ring weeks ago, so do not try to play the part of the hero Craven. I have stepped into the ring with so many heroes in my career that I can tell you the UWA has maybe one, and only just one and that one is not among the Sin City Knights, because as I said, you are not heroes.”
“You think Oblivion is a monster? No Craven, I am. And I am just getting started. You complain that I see conspiracies all around. No, I see a system that I feel needs change and that is the difference. If I have to bathe the UWA in the blood of the innocent to get what I want, then you had best believe I will do it with a smile on my face, go home, hug my children, kiss my wife and sleep like a baby. That is exactly what I am going to do when I get home. It is what I do every time after I do something horrible to another person, be they another wrestler or backstage interviewer or referee. I do not believe in innocent victims. I believe in collateral damage.”
::Slowly, the fingers on Travis’ left hand spread open, stretching out, and then close into a fist.::
“Craven, I make no excuses for what I do. I do not hide behind some hypocritical belief that I am some great defender or a champion or a protector. I am a monster. I accept this. I acknowledge this. In fact, I embrace it and I enjoy doing it Craven. I really do enjoy it. It is who I am. It is what I do Craven. But, unfortunately, sometimes it takes a monster to change things. One of humanity’s great flaws is that we learn best, change things that need to be changed, when confronted with the most horrific and nightmarish of circumstances, and I will make it happen here in the UWA, one way or another.”
::Travis spreads his arms out and gestures to himself.::
“So come on brave knight, come slay you dragon, for he awaits you.”
::He lowers his arms. The crew manages to finally get the banners down and the ring has been completely taken apart.::
“Come at me Craven, because you come to this fight with absolutely nothing. You step into the dragon’s lair with no sword or shield, no spear or lance, nor do you enter even with bow and arrow and you will fall. You walk into the dragon’s lair, that ring where you and I will fight at Cataclysm, with no weapons at all.”
“I love that you walked up to me, acting all high and mighty, like the hypocritical member of the UWA’s Fox News I have come to expect anyone in the Sin City Knights to be and acted like you were some sort of great defender, coming to avenge the woman I had just assaulted, the woman you could have saved but didn’t Craven, that you forgot one crucial detail of this battle. And it is perhaps the biggest and most important detail of our match at Cataclysm.”
“This is a submission match Craven and you do NOT have a submission hold to fight with.”
::Arrogant would a good word to describe the smirk Travis has on his face. He chuckles, slowly rubbing his hands together.::
“Did you forget that little factor in your overconfidence Craven? Did you somehow forget that to win a submission match, you opponent has to submit? Most importantly, did you neglect to realize that you do not posses a submission hold in your arsenal of moves?”
::He stops rubbing his hands together and spreads them apart and outward.::
“So, brave knight, how exactly do you plan to slay the dragon when you enter his lair without sword and shield, bow and arrow, magic ring or even a spear?”
“This is not Beowulf. You are not the brave warrior come to liberate the kingdom from the terror of a monster that keeps attacking the king’s grand feasting hall and I am not the Grendel. You cannot tear my arm off. But I can tear yours off Craven. You have no submission hold fight with, but I do. I know more armbars than you know moves Craven. It only takes one for me to start the process of tearing and ripping muscle and tendon from the bone. Each one after that takes more and more of a toll on your body and weakens you arm more and more. And then Craven, I go for the kill; I lock in the Pridebreaker and I tear your arm off.”
“For over a decade, Craven, I have used that hold. And, most importantly, for over a decade, no one has possessed the skill or ability or the strength to counter, reverse or break the hold once I lock the Pridebreaker on. At that point, it becomes a choice between two options, and only two options.”
::Travis holds up one finger.::
“Option one is the most popular option and it is to just submit, just give up. This is my favorite and it is the most humiliating of the two options. There is very little ability to tap out in the Pridebreaker you see. That’s what it was designed for. I didn’t want to have the hold locked on, my opponent slap the mat and then grab the ropes, and be able to claim he was just reaching for the ropes when everyone saw him tap. No. That’s why the people in the hold have to yell that they give up, that they have had enough in front of the entire world.”
::Now, Travis holds up two fingers.::
“The second option is to endure the pain, to endure the suffering, because by that time, I have already been attacking your arm for the better part of the match and this just adds to the pain. So, do you endure the pain, suffer through it and risk injury? Because, Craven, that is what you risk. There is no counter, no reversal and no breaking the hold when it is on. And I am sadistic enough to let you suffer through it Craven. This option risks your career, and I have no problem ending it Craven, none at all.”
::Travis starts to rub his hands together again. He slides his right hand down his left hand, stopping at the wrist. Travis rolls his left hand, then opens his fingers, stretching them out a bit and holding them in a claw like shake. He then releases his hands and lowers his hands.::
“A submission match does not favor a brawler, Craven. It never has and it never well. The submission match favors the technician, because on any given night, a good technical wrestler can beat a great brawler, and Craven, I am a great technical wrestler. So, what chance do you have in this match against me?”
“No sword and shield, no bow and arrow, no spear, no flail, no mace, no weapon at all, and yet, you enter the dragon’s lair in an attempt to slay the monster.”
::“The Once and Future King” claps his hands together.::
“Now yes, Craven, I suppose you can counter everything I have said with some cliché about how you can just beat me until I give up. This match has no disqualifications and no count outs, and that applies to me as well as you. So, what exactly is preventing me from grabbing a steel chair and beating the hell out of you until YOU give up? I am asking, because I am pretty sure the answer is not a damn thing. So, if I want to wrap your arm in a folded chair and start stomping on it, I can. If I want to drive you into the ringpost shoulder first, smash your arm into said ringpost and then start to pull on your arm, pulling you into the aforementioned ringpost and thus adding to the damage I have been doing, I can, and there is nothing to stop me from doing it.”
“So explain to me the arrogance that you have a chance at winning, Craven, because I do not see it, just like I do not see exactly how or why the Sin City Knights even come close to any definition of the word knight.”
“So come brave knight, come and face your dragon! You have no sword and shield, no bow and arrow, no spear and no lance, and yet, you think you truly think you can slay the dragon? The bravery of a fool is none the less bravery, but there is a thin line between bravery and stupidity Craven, and you have crossed the line. You have nothing to win this match with. Once again, a member of the Sin City Knights will be shown not to be the defender of justice, protector of the innocent and champion of the helpless they have been every single time they step into the ring.”
::Travis spreads his arms outward, almost like a preacher would do. As if to complete the image, he lifts his head upward, looking to the ceiling.::
“At Cataclysm, you step into the dragon’s lair and you enter unarmed and unprepared, yet for some odd reason, confident that you are indeed a knight going to slay a dragon and not a lamb being lead to slaughter. That is what you are Craven. You are not a brave knight on an epic quest. You are not some protector of the innocent. You are not a defender of the defenseless. You most certainly are not a champion of righteousness. You are no part of this false image the Sin City Knights have attempted to build around themselves. You are the lamb going to slaughter.”
::Travis lowers he head down. He has that cold predatory look in his eyes. He keeps his arms spread out, but lifts his hand a bit and holds them in claw-like shapes, almost creating the image of part of a dragon’s wings.::
“You step into the dragon’s lair unarmed and unskilled. At Cataclysm, I am going to make you bow to “the Once and Future King” and then, I will make you scream until you give up. You will step into the dragon’s lair, so-called brave knight, and you will be slaughtered by the monster you set out to slay.”
::He lowers his right arm and pulls his left arm closer to him, holding his hand open for a moment, then bringing his fingers in to an almost claw-like position.::
“Challenge and learn.”
::The scene fades out on Travis holding his left hand in a claw-like shape in front of that cold predatory look he has.::
::Sitting in one of the seats among the many seats in the arena, watching the ring, and equipment, and the set being taken apart and packed away is “the Canadian Legend” Kyle Travis.::
::Travis sits rather casually, with his feet on the back to the seat in front of him and his head resting on his left hand. He seems to be watching the crew disassemble the set, but at the same time, he seems to not be paying attention to any of them. He appears to be completely blasé about the fact he waylaid backstage announcer Maria Zalis and that he has a submission match at the Cataclysm pay-per-view.::
“I am going to make you scream Craven. In front of the entire world watching at home on pay-per-view or online and in front of all the people in the arena, I am going to make you scream like I made Brittany scream, like I made so many others before you scream in submission.”
“The entire world is going to watch you scream in agony and in pain, just like that worthless whore that I laid out moths ago, Brittany, because that is all you are to Silver Baron, just some whore they can parade out when needed. You can lie and say you are part of the group, but if that were true, why didn’t Silver Baron ask you to be his partner when he was handed an opportunity he never deserved in the first place and just grabbed a guy off the street?”
::Travis lifts his head, dropping his left arm down on the armrest of the seat he is in. He smirks a bit.::
“Is it maybe because I am right and he doesn’t value you at all or consider you a friend or an ally, just someone he can use?”
::“The Canadian Legend” shrugs.::
“Yes, you can make excuses, like he is too busy keeping the raging monster of Oblivion trapped inside him or whatever, but we both know those are lies. If memory serves, didn’t he and Quentin Sharpe put Oblivion down a few weeks back? I recall them doing it. And yet, somehow, like Bruce Banner trying to contain the Hulk, the so-called monster is bursting free.”
“I’d laugh if it wasn’t so pathetic.”
::For a moment, Travis pauses and then shrugs.::
“Oh what the hell, I’ll laugh anyway.”
::“The Once and Future King” Kyle Travis laughs a cold, cruel, sadistic laugh, which matches his smile.::
“This is just pathetic really. But what is more pathetic is that the Sin City Knights seem to think themselves these great protectors of the innocent and defenders of the defenseless and these great champions of righteousness, who are sexually exploiting women, but we’ll just overlook that minor inconvenient fact.”
::He stops smiling.::
“You are not protectors of the innocent. You are not defenders of the defenseless, or champions of righteousness. The simple fact of the matter is that the Sin City Knights are cowards. The simple fact of the matter is that the Sin City Knights are hypocrites who do not even understand what the word knight means.”
“Knights are men of valor, honor and integrity following a code of honor and valor that dictated how the conducted themselves and what was expected of them. By noble birth, or proof of their strong sense of honor, unquestionable moral character and unwavering courage and unfailing loyalty, were granted the honor being dubbed knights. We encourage our children to pretend to be knights, to save damsels in distress or kingdoms and slay dragons and monsters on their noble steeds armed only with sword, shield and bravery. And where exactly do any of those things apply to the Sin City Knights?”
::Placing his hands on the armrest, Travis pushes himself up to a standing position and looks upwards to the arena’s ceiling where the banners of the UWA, Monday Night Mayhem and Cataclysm are being lowered to the floor.::
“Did it apply to you when Fraser Freeman promised to be a defender of the righteous and give me and Vince Jones what for, because if I recall, he failed not once, but twice. And the second time was such a beating that, rather than attempt to come back and try again, or get back on the horse, he walked away, apparently now totally cool with whatever Vince Jones and I seem to want to do. Now, I may be wrong, but I really doubt that the quest for the Holy Grail ended when Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table just gave up.”
“Or maybe it applied when Silver Baron, needing something to protect his image of a mild-mannered, upstanding, man of the people pimp, decided that rather than defend his women or go after the Knight family himself, he would concoct this overly elaborate and ridiculous story of a split personality, some sort of monster he kept inside him for years, and attack Stalker Knight, a man about as dangerous as a kitten. And, I am sure that making up some sort of alter ego to protect you already full of crap image is just what the Knights of the Round Table would do, although, I am pretty sure that is not how Arthur defeated Mordred, by putting on a mask and calling himself Purgatory.”
“Were you all acting like knights when Silver Baron and Quentin Sharpe refused Sang Réal’s challenge and acted like they were better than them, like they were the greatest tag team in wrestling history, because I am pretty sure that a knights usually accept challenges rather then refuse one and act all high and mighty.”
“Or maybe, maybe you showed that you were a knight, a true protector, a great defender and a champion of people when you stood by and watched me beat the hell out of Maria Zalis? You could have saved her Craven. You could have stopped me before it got too bad. You should have. Instead, you waited until I was done beating a poor, defenseless, innocent person, the same type of person the Sin City Knights claim to protect, to wqalk up to me and do your whole avenger shtick. Her blood is on your hands Craven.”
“Or maybe you defined knight when the three of you, rather than have a fair fight at Fearless, fought a two-on-one handicap match, because as we all know, the truly brave and courageous and honorable fight an outnumbered foe. Or did you best exemplify what it is to be a knight when you were practically stalking Skylar for your first few weeks here and now you allow her to keep spreading her legs for Silver Baron’s checking account? I am only asking because I am pretty sure the average knight or protector of freedom, justice and defender of people are not pimping out girls, especially the woman they claim to have loved for their entire lives, or be cool with people doing it.”
::Travis lowers his gaze from the ceiling.::
“The Sin City Knights are not knights. You, Craven, do not know the meaning of the word. If you were truly the righteous champions, defenders and protectors you all claim to be, you would have demanded me to be in that match at Fearless. You would have gone after me as soon as I walked into an arena after I laid out one of your girls rather than wait a few weeks after I mentioned it and suddenly been like “Oh man, we should probably get that guy for doing that”. Silver Baron and Quentin Sharpe would have accepted Sang Réal’s challenge for the UWA Tag Team Championships rather than acted like they were the greatest champions of all time.”
“You are not knights. You are arrogant, self-righteous hypocritical bastards trying to pass them off as these great defenders of truth, honor and integrity. You do not even know the meaning of the word knight. But, then again, I suppose Sin City Fox News wouldn’t sell t-shirts to idiots stupid enough to buy into the image you try to pull off, because that is all you are. You are not knights. You are the Fox News of the UWA, self-righteous hypocrites acting like they are protecting honor, integrity and truth, when in reality they are completely full of it.”
“You want me to believe that you are outraged over what I have been doing Craven? Where was that outrage when I beat Brittney bloody? Where was that outrage, that moral indignation, when I beat the hell out of Maria Zalis? All you did was walk up to me and challenge me to a match. Where was it for Brittany? If you wanted me so badly, why are we waiting until after I called you out on it to avenge what I did to one of your girls? A true knight would have laid me out the minute he saw me. You would have demanded me in the ring weeks ago, so do not try to play the part of the hero Craven. I have stepped into the ring with so many heroes in my career that I can tell you the UWA has maybe one, and only just one and that one is not among the Sin City Knights, because as I said, you are not heroes.”
“You think Oblivion is a monster? No Craven, I am. And I am just getting started. You complain that I see conspiracies all around. No, I see a system that I feel needs change and that is the difference. If I have to bathe the UWA in the blood of the innocent to get what I want, then you had best believe I will do it with a smile on my face, go home, hug my children, kiss my wife and sleep like a baby. That is exactly what I am going to do when I get home. It is what I do every time after I do something horrible to another person, be they another wrestler or backstage interviewer or referee. I do not believe in innocent victims. I believe in collateral damage.”
::Slowly, the fingers on Travis’ left hand spread open, stretching out, and then close into a fist.::
“Craven, I make no excuses for what I do. I do not hide behind some hypocritical belief that I am some great defender or a champion or a protector. I am a monster. I accept this. I acknowledge this. In fact, I embrace it and I enjoy doing it Craven. I really do enjoy it. It is who I am. It is what I do Craven. But, unfortunately, sometimes it takes a monster to change things. One of humanity’s great flaws is that we learn best, change things that need to be changed, when confronted with the most horrific and nightmarish of circumstances, and I will make it happen here in the UWA, one way or another.”
::Travis spreads his arms out and gestures to himself.::
“So come on brave knight, come slay you dragon, for he awaits you.”
::He lowers his arms. The crew manages to finally get the banners down and the ring has been completely taken apart.::
“Come at me Craven, because you come to this fight with absolutely nothing. You step into the dragon’s lair with no sword or shield, no spear or lance, nor do you enter even with bow and arrow and you will fall. You walk into the dragon’s lair, that ring where you and I will fight at Cataclysm, with no weapons at all.”
“I love that you walked up to me, acting all high and mighty, like the hypocritical member of the UWA’s Fox News I have come to expect anyone in the Sin City Knights to be and acted like you were some sort of great defender, coming to avenge the woman I had just assaulted, the woman you could have saved but didn’t Craven, that you forgot one crucial detail of this battle. And it is perhaps the biggest and most important detail of our match at Cataclysm.”
“This is a submission match Craven and you do NOT have a submission hold to fight with.”
::Arrogant would a good word to describe the smirk Travis has on his face. He chuckles, slowly rubbing his hands together.::
“Did you forget that little factor in your overconfidence Craven? Did you somehow forget that to win a submission match, you opponent has to submit? Most importantly, did you neglect to realize that you do not posses a submission hold in your arsenal of moves?”
::He stops rubbing his hands together and spreads them apart and outward.::
“So, brave knight, how exactly do you plan to slay the dragon when you enter his lair without sword and shield, bow and arrow, magic ring or even a spear?”
“This is not Beowulf. You are not the brave warrior come to liberate the kingdom from the terror of a monster that keeps attacking the king’s grand feasting hall and I am not the Grendel. You cannot tear my arm off. But I can tear yours off Craven. You have no submission hold fight with, but I do. I know more armbars than you know moves Craven. It only takes one for me to start the process of tearing and ripping muscle and tendon from the bone. Each one after that takes more and more of a toll on your body and weakens you arm more and more. And then Craven, I go for the kill; I lock in the Pridebreaker and I tear your arm off.”
“For over a decade, Craven, I have used that hold. And, most importantly, for over a decade, no one has possessed the skill or ability or the strength to counter, reverse or break the hold once I lock the Pridebreaker on. At that point, it becomes a choice between two options, and only two options.”
::Travis holds up one finger.::
“Option one is the most popular option and it is to just submit, just give up. This is my favorite and it is the most humiliating of the two options. There is very little ability to tap out in the Pridebreaker you see. That’s what it was designed for. I didn’t want to have the hold locked on, my opponent slap the mat and then grab the ropes, and be able to claim he was just reaching for the ropes when everyone saw him tap. No. That’s why the people in the hold have to yell that they give up, that they have had enough in front of the entire world.”
::Now, Travis holds up two fingers.::
“The second option is to endure the pain, to endure the suffering, because by that time, I have already been attacking your arm for the better part of the match and this just adds to the pain. So, do you endure the pain, suffer through it and risk injury? Because, Craven, that is what you risk. There is no counter, no reversal and no breaking the hold when it is on. And I am sadistic enough to let you suffer through it Craven. This option risks your career, and I have no problem ending it Craven, none at all.”
::Travis starts to rub his hands together again. He slides his right hand down his left hand, stopping at the wrist. Travis rolls his left hand, then opens his fingers, stretching them out a bit and holding them in a claw like shake. He then releases his hands and lowers his hands.::
“A submission match does not favor a brawler, Craven. It never has and it never well. The submission match favors the technician, because on any given night, a good technical wrestler can beat a great brawler, and Craven, I am a great technical wrestler. So, what chance do you have in this match against me?”
“No sword and shield, no bow and arrow, no spear, no flail, no mace, no weapon at all, and yet, you enter the dragon’s lair in an attempt to slay the monster.”
::“The Once and Future King” claps his hands together.::
“Now yes, Craven, I suppose you can counter everything I have said with some cliché about how you can just beat me until I give up. This match has no disqualifications and no count outs, and that applies to me as well as you. So, what exactly is preventing me from grabbing a steel chair and beating the hell out of you until YOU give up? I am asking, because I am pretty sure the answer is not a damn thing. So, if I want to wrap your arm in a folded chair and start stomping on it, I can. If I want to drive you into the ringpost shoulder first, smash your arm into said ringpost and then start to pull on your arm, pulling you into the aforementioned ringpost and thus adding to the damage I have been doing, I can, and there is nothing to stop me from doing it.”
“So explain to me the arrogance that you have a chance at winning, Craven, because I do not see it, just like I do not see exactly how or why the Sin City Knights even come close to any definition of the word knight.”
“So come brave knight, come and face your dragon! You have no sword and shield, no bow and arrow, no spear and no lance, and yet, you think you truly think you can slay the dragon? The bravery of a fool is none the less bravery, but there is a thin line between bravery and stupidity Craven, and you have crossed the line. You have nothing to win this match with. Once again, a member of the Sin City Knights will be shown not to be the defender of justice, protector of the innocent and champion of the helpless they have been every single time they step into the ring.”
::Travis spreads his arms outward, almost like a preacher would do. As if to complete the image, he lifts his head upward, looking to the ceiling.::
“At Cataclysm, you step into the dragon’s lair and you enter unarmed and unprepared, yet for some odd reason, confident that you are indeed a knight going to slay a dragon and not a lamb being lead to slaughter. That is what you are Craven. You are not a brave knight on an epic quest. You are not some protector of the innocent. You are not a defender of the defenseless. You most certainly are not a champion of righteousness. You are no part of this false image the Sin City Knights have attempted to build around themselves. You are the lamb going to slaughter.”
::Travis lowers he head down. He has that cold predatory look in his eyes. He keeps his arms spread out, but lifts his hand a bit and holds them in claw-like shapes, almost creating the image of part of a dragon’s wings.::
“You step into the dragon’s lair unarmed and unskilled. At Cataclysm, I am going to make you bow to “the Once and Future King” and then, I will make you scream until you give up. You will step into the dragon’s lair, so-called brave knight, and you will be slaughtered by the monster you set out to slay.”
::He lowers his right arm and pulls his left arm closer to him, holding his hand open for a moment, then bringing his fingers in to an almost claw-like position.::
“Challenge and learn.”
::The scene fades out on Travis holding his left hand in a claw-like shape in front of that cold predatory look he has.::