Post by Kyle Travis on Feb 14, 2015 7:11:46 GMT -6
::Snow has fallen in Calgary, Alberta, Canada, blanketing the city in white. Kyle Travis stands in a white field of fallen snow under a partially cloudy blue sky. He is dressed for the weather though. He seems to be holding something in his gloved hands.::
::A small loop of chain slides through the hands of “the Canadian Legend” Kyle Travis. He slides his hand into the loop, spreading it open. Two metal rings keep the chain locked in a loop of chain. It’s a chock chain, the type people use for dogs.::
::He slides chain against chain, the metal making a dull rattle. He twists it slowly. There appears to be a tag on the choke chain, but it is difficult to read as he twists it back and forth slowly in his hands.::
“So, once again, the great hero Craven attempts to enter the dragon’s lair and slay the monster.”
::“The Once and Future King” chuckles a bit.::
“Oh, but I forgot, you already did that apparently when you put me through a table at Cataclysm rather than actually beat me. But, you of course, act like you doing that settled the matter between us, and that it stands alone as the greatest deed of your heroic career as you lord over the fact that I lost the North American Championship and then lost a UWA World Heavyweight Championship, heralding it as the singular greatest failure if all of history, ignoring the pathetic title reign of your own master, the Silver Baron or any other failure in the UWA.”
“And I use the term “master”, Craven, because you are not the Silver Baron’s teammate. You are not his friend. You are nothing more than a pathetic, sniveling, yipping little dog begging for the approval of a master who really seems to not care about you. That is all you are. That is all you have ever been and it is all you will ever be; just a dog.”
::Travis holds up the chain in a way that makes the tag visible. On the tag is written “Craven. If found, please contact whatever is left of the Sin City Knights”. For a brief moment, Travis allows himself a smirk, but it quickly fades.::
“You have done absolutely nothing of value in your entire waste of a career here in the UWA. You have done nothing worthwhile in your entire miserable and worthless life. Yet, despite the singular fact that you are absolutely worthless, you continue to lord things over other people like my having lost a title, then having lost a title shot shortly after, despite the fact you yourself have never had a title opportunity here in the UWA, or that you put me through a table.”
::Travis lowers his hand and the collar.::
“I mean you realize just how petty, how much of a little bitch it makes you sound, don’t you Craven? No, of course you do not, because you tend to ignore things that inconvenience your world view, like the fact you are nothing more than some miserable, lowly, pathetic dog.”
“You spent years chasing Skylar, like a dog chasing her own tail, until you finally caught up with her, and rather than it being some sort of emotional reunion filled with joy and laughter as two your friends reunite and confess their love, you screwed it up with a stalker thing and somehow ended up in the Sin City Knights. And honestly, that was the last time you were even remotely interesting.”
“And now, here you are, a member of the Sin City Knights, the so-called champions of freedom, defenders of justice and protectors of the weak, who are nothing more than a pathetic, fallen, stable, barely even hanging on by a thread that people barely care about, but, like Children of Nephilim, keep getting shoved down our throats in an attempt to keep it relevant and interesting.”
“Silver Baron is wrapped up in his own crap, trying to convince everyone that he has a violent split personality that he is fighting hard to keep contained, when in reality, it seems that anyone that asks him to rethink his position gets him to start to doubt himself and at any moment, Oblivion could be unleashed and kill us all, but it is only Silver Baron’s strength of will that keeps the monster at bay.”
::Travis shakes his head in disgust more than anything else.::
“Craven, I have a pre-teen daughter, which means that, unfortunately, I have seen the Twilight movies, and why they were excruciating to have to sit through, I felt Robert Patterson did a better job of convincing Kristen Stewart his character was a terrible monster than Silver Baron has of convincing us Oblivion is a monster, or that he’s even trying to contain it. Oblivion is just an excuse because Silver Baron cannot own up to anything he does that would tarnish the false image that he’s some great crusading hero of justice.”
“Fraser Freeman is gone, Quentin Sharpe is out on injury and we’re all waiting for Skylar to get back. Even before all that, I never really saw you as a member of the Sin City Knights. When Silver Baron picked a tag team partner to face the Cornbread Mafia at Raising Hell for the UWA Tag Team Championships, he did not choose you, his so-called team mat and friend. No, he chose Quentin, and unproven, untested rookie fresh off the street. You have conveniently never bothered to address that. Instead, like a good dog, you stood aside while some rookie took what should have been your at glory, at immortality, because that’s what you do, that’s who you are; a dog. Although, considering every single time he has teamed with you, you’ve blown the match, it is not hard to see why he chooses the apprentice over the mutt.”
::“The Once and Future King” starts to spin the chain around on his fingers rather absentmindedly. The chain wraps around his fingers. Travis closes his hand, catching the tag as he does so. He keeps doing this as he speaks.::
“Come on Rin Tin Tin, time to stop the bad guy.”
“I have been in wrestling for a long time Craven, and in that time, I have had many great rivalries in that time. I have gone to war with friend and foe alike all over the world. What we have here, Craven, you seem to have mistaken for something that is not a complete waste of my time. This is not some epic rivalry between two people determined to destroy each other. You seem to believe that this is some sort of epic rivalry. You seem to believe you are some great hero trying to avenge a poor innocent girl that needn’t have suffered what happened to her if Silver Baron and Quentin Sharpe had simply given Sang Réal, when in reality, this is not an epic rivalry. You are really more of an annoyance.”
::Travis stops spinning the choke chain in his hand.::
“You are not a hero. You are not some brave knight opposing a tyrant. You are a little yapping dog. You are some teenage girl making snarky comments about someone you do not like. You are not a hero.”
“When I laid out that worthless whore, where was your righteous anger? Did you immediately hunt me down and start throwing fists? Did you demand me in the ring? No you didn’t.”
“When I beat up an innocent airhead and a miserable excuse for a journalist that, like your master’s whore, needn’t have been beaten when it would have been simpler to give me what I wanted, where was your fury for justice to avenge that poor girl? It was non-existent as you made no effort to protest Georgio Oliver from banning me from the match, a match you could have gotten your hands on me during.”
“When I laid out yet another backstage interviewer, poor, innocent Maria Zalis, did you immediately rush to stop me? Did you pull me from her and then battle me through the arena attempting to protect her while you took vengeance for your whore? Did you lift a finger to stop me? No Craven, you didn’t. You stood by and let it happen and then, when I was done, you walked up to me, trying to act the hero, the avenging warrior and told me of our match at Cataclysm.”
“And even after Cataclysm, you have made no move against me. You have not charged into the ring, hell bent on avenging that whore in a vain attempt to prove your worth to a master who is more concerned about trying to convince us that he’s really trying hard to contain the monster that lurks within, like some Bruce Banner wannabe pimp, than getting payback over hurting one of his girls, who he really seems to care even less her about that he values his yapping little mutt.”
“You claim to be hell bent on revenge, to want to kick my ass, and yet all you have done is confront me twice to tell me we had a match or interrupt me when I was talking, and then, you make snide and snippy comments about me, little jabs like some cliché sitcom mother-in-law and visit what may be the outside of a place you thought was my house, and you act like any of that doing anything or that it should be devastating to me on some sort of level, when in reality, it is really more of an annoyance and it is just proving how truly pathetic you are.”
“Explain to me how any of those examples I just pointed out show any examples of you being a hero, or even being anything other than some mangy mutt who is all bark and no bite. If you were so driven by righteous vengeance, why am I still standing? It cannot be because you were just waiting for the right time, like some 47 ronin thing, or it wasn’t the right time to do it, or you had a thing going on. No Craven, you are all bark and no bite.”
::Travis tosses the chock chain into the air and catches it on the way down. He toys with the chain, letting it slide between his hands, with a metallic rattling sound as the links slide from hand to hand.::
“Two weeks before Cataclysm, Craven, that moment when you told me we had a match, that was the first time I actually even knew that there we any issues or problems. Even now, this is barely a feud. This is just you being a complete bitch. All you do is make these snide little comments about me or my failures like a teenage girl out of some cliché high school show and somehow, you seem to believe that doing so makes this the feud of the year or something and that you putting me through a table in a submission match was the great heroic deed and you are not some sort of yippie little dog barking and trying to sound a lot more threatening than you really are, and that your action wasn’t just desperation, because I was tearing your arm off.”
“Even now, Craven, you have done nothing to convince me you even want this match as much as you claim to with your only action against me was to stand in my way as I tried to do something, and even then, when you had the shot, you did not take a swing. As far as I can tell, you would rather be outside the ring making your little comments and jabs about me like a bitch, than fight me like a man, because you know that you are not a man or pitbull or a rottweiler a Doberman pinscher or a German shepard. You are a bitch, a little poodle, or some small dog that barks at everyone who comes near their master’s car in a grocery store parking lot.and it’s easier to just bark and try to sound intimidating than it is to show the world that you have absolutely no bite. You showed more aggression against Sang Réal, a tag team you were just wrestling, than you have against me, the guy you want to destroy. You are all bark and no bite when it comes to me Craven. You are pathetic.”
“Come on Scooby-Doo, time to go find out who’s dressed in some ridiculous monster costume to commit a crime and only you can stop him because anyone more qualified, like the police or sheriff are too busy with God knows what to deal with it.”
::Travis stops toying with the choke chain. He chuckles a bit. That chuckle slowly turns to a laugh. “The Canadian Legend” throws his head back, laughing a cold, cruel, evil laugh, with his arms spread outward. The choke chain is in his left hand.::
“God you are pathetic Craven!”
::He stops laughing. There is a malevolent tone in his voice as he speaks.::
“Over two months ago, I said your name was an appropriate choice because “craven” means cowardly, contemptibly timid, and pusillanimous. Those words still so perfectly fit you Craven.”
“You are a coward Craven, and you have done nothing to prove me wrong. Absolutely nothing to prove me wrong and you have done even less to show me you actually want this match, unless your snide verbal jabs were supposed to get it done, which to be honest, I find less threatening that you seem to think they are. At Monday Night Mayhem, we were face to face and you did not throw a single punch or make any move at all.”
“You are not a man Craven, because all you have done is made little jabbing comments and remarks about me like a teenage girl. A man stands on his own, which you have never done as you just attached yourself to the Sin City Knights, and delude yourself into believing you mean something to Silver Baron, who will not lift a finger against me if I were to end your career at Tragic Engagement.”
“Yes Craven, I have been a part of a few stables and I have been in tag teams before, but I have stood alone for most of my career, and I have carved myself a legendary career in wrestling. You walked in, and almost immediately, you were curled up at Silver Baron’s feet like the pathetic dog you are.”
“A man fights for what he believes in, for what he wants. I have done terrible things in my career, but they have always been for what I believe in, unlike the Sin City Knights or even Children of Nephilim. I fight for what I believe in. I fight for what I want. You do not Craven, because, like a dog, you need to be told what to do.”
“You are not a hero, Craven.”
“A real hero would not have stood aside as I laid out a poor girl when he could have prevented it. A real hero would demand me in the ring, would be trying to kick my ass or get some measure of justice for what I have done. He would not be standing around making snippy or snide comments like the mother-in-law from Everybody Loves Raymond, as you have been.”
“You are not even worth the time I have already given you Craven. You are a yipping little mongrel who just keeps making noise for attention and trying to sound a lot more threatening than you really are. You’re just pathetic.”
“Come on Lassie, the well has Timmy trapped inside again.”
“I do not want a match with you because I am afraid or because I do not think you will beat me. I do not want the match because you are not worth my time, or my effort Craven. You never have been. You never will be. You are incapable of standing on your own because you are just a dog.”
“So why, Craven, should I even entertain the idea of wrestling you again at Tragic Engagement?
“So we can settle our issues?”
“No, because win, lose or draw, you are still going to be a bitch and make those snide little comments about me, because that is all you do. That is all you ever do.”
“Is it because if I beat you, Georgio says I can get title shots again?”
“No Craven, because the simple fact of the matter is that I do not trust Georgio to keep his word in that regard, nor do I believe for a second that if some one like Joshua McBride or Aerynn or someone does something and I do something he disapproves of, he will find an excuse to take it from me again.
“I can say things like this and I am supremely confident your only reaction will be to make some snide and snippy little comment about me that you think is clever and witty, and that you will think that doing so makes you a bad ass or that it somehow elevates this waste of time to feud of the year or that you are even a threat to me when in reality, you have done nothing for the last six weeks than bore the hell out of me and waster my time. I literally have nothing else going on, and I still consider whatever the hell this is between us to be a waste of my time and effort, which should tell you something Craven, but I know you’ll either ignore it or miss the point.”
::Slowly, Travis raises his left hand, letting the tag on the dog collar sway just a bit. He looks at it as he speaks.::
“I could end your career and no one would care. No one would mourn your loss. Those people are not cheering you because they love you. They do not cheer you because you are their role model, their hero, who inspires them like say Amy Zing does, because I have heard how they react to her and maybe two people her get the reaction she gets. You are not one of them Craven.”
“No Craven, they cheer for you because you are opposing me. Granted, it is by making snide comments like a bitch rather then stepping up and fighting me like a man unless you are getting paid for it, but you are still opposing me, and they hate me. That is the only reason anyone in that crowd is cheering you, because they hate me more than they love you. I stepped into the ring with Joshua McBride a few months ago, and there were a few people cheering him, because they hated me more. They don’t love you Craven. They do not see you as a hero, or a role model or their champion and they do not love you. They just hate me enough to cheer for you.”
::“The Canadian Legend” holds his left arm outward. Travis releases his hold on the choke chain dog collar, letting the metal rings slide over his gloved hand as it begins to drop. The chain collar silently lands in the snow.::
“You are a sniveling, pathetic, miserable excuse of a wrestler Craven. You are no hero. You are no man. You are a dog; a small, yipping little mongrel waiting to be put down, and honestly Craven, I really have no interest in bothering to do it because you bore me and you are just not worth my time.”
“It is time to end this pathetic excuse of a rivalry. At Tragic Engagement it’s time to put Ole Yeller down, you worthless, miserable, pathetic, yipping little bitch, but this time, Craven, no one is going to be sad to see the dog get shot.”
::With his right hand, Travis make the motion of cocking a shotgun and then, with his hands, positions them as if he was holding a said weapon in his hands. He aims down at the collar and pulls the imaginary trigger as if shooting a dog, reminiscent of the ending to the aforementioned film. He lowers his arms.::
“Challenge and learn.”
::Travis starts to walk away, crushing the choke chain under his boot as he does so.::
::A small loop of chain slides through the hands of “the Canadian Legend” Kyle Travis. He slides his hand into the loop, spreading it open. Two metal rings keep the chain locked in a loop of chain. It’s a chock chain, the type people use for dogs.::
::He slides chain against chain, the metal making a dull rattle. He twists it slowly. There appears to be a tag on the choke chain, but it is difficult to read as he twists it back and forth slowly in his hands.::
“So, once again, the great hero Craven attempts to enter the dragon’s lair and slay the monster.”
::“The Once and Future King” chuckles a bit.::
“Oh, but I forgot, you already did that apparently when you put me through a table at Cataclysm rather than actually beat me. But, you of course, act like you doing that settled the matter between us, and that it stands alone as the greatest deed of your heroic career as you lord over the fact that I lost the North American Championship and then lost a UWA World Heavyweight Championship, heralding it as the singular greatest failure if all of history, ignoring the pathetic title reign of your own master, the Silver Baron or any other failure in the UWA.”
“And I use the term “master”, Craven, because you are not the Silver Baron’s teammate. You are not his friend. You are nothing more than a pathetic, sniveling, yipping little dog begging for the approval of a master who really seems to not care about you. That is all you are. That is all you have ever been and it is all you will ever be; just a dog.”
::Travis holds up the chain in a way that makes the tag visible. On the tag is written “Craven. If found, please contact whatever is left of the Sin City Knights”. For a brief moment, Travis allows himself a smirk, but it quickly fades.::
“You have done absolutely nothing of value in your entire waste of a career here in the UWA. You have done nothing worthwhile in your entire miserable and worthless life. Yet, despite the singular fact that you are absolutely worthless, you continue to lord things over other people like my having lost a title, then having lost a title shot shortly after, despite the fact you yourself have never had a title opportunity here in the UWA, or that you put me through a table.”
::Travis lowers his hand and the collar.::
“I mean you realize just how petty, how much of a little bitch it makes you sound, don’t you Craven? No, of course you do not, because you tend to ignore things that inconvenience your world view, like the fact you are nothing more than some miserable, lowly, pathetic dog.”
“You spent years chasing Skylar, like a dog chasing her own tail, until you finally caught up with her, and rather than it being some sort of emotional reunion filled with joy and laughter as two your friends reunite and confess their love, you screwed it up with a stalker thing and somehow ended up in the Sin City Knights. And honestly, that was the last time you were even remotely interesting.”
“And now, here you are, a member of the Sin City Knights, the so-called champions of freedom, defenders of justice and protectors of the weak, who are nothing more than a pathetic, fallen, stable, barely even hanging on by a thread that people barely care about, but, like Children of Nephilim, keep getting shoved down our throats in an attempt to keep it relevant and interesting.”
“Silver Baron is wrapped up in his own crap, trying to convince everyone that he has a violent split personality that he is fighting hard to keep contained, when in reality, it seems that anyone that asks him to rethink his position gets him to start to doubt himself and at any moment, Oblivion could be unleashed and kill us all, but it is only Silver Baron’s strength of will that keeps the monster at bay.”
::Travis shakes his head in disgust more than anything else.::
“Craven, I have a pre-teen daughter, which means that, unfortunately, I have seen the Twilight movies, and why they were excruciating to have to sit through, I felt Robert Patterson did a better job of convincing Kristen Stewart his character was a terrible monster than Silver Baron has of convincing us Oblivion is a monster, or that he’s even trying to contain it. Oblivion is just an excuse because Silver Baron cannot own up to anything he does that would tarnish the false image that he’s some great crusading hero of justice.”
“Fraser Freeman is gone, Quentin Sharpe is out on injury and we’re all waiting for Skylar to get back. Even before all that, I never really saw you as a member of the Sin City Knights. When Silver Baron picked a tag team partner to face the Cornbread Mafia at Raising Hell for the UWA Tag Team Championships, he did not choose you, his so-called team mat and friend. No, he chose Quentin, and unproven, untested rookie fresh off the street. You have conveniently never bothered to address that. Instead, like a good dog, you stood aside while some rookie took what should have been your at glory, at immortality, because that’s what you do, that’s who you are; a dog. Although, considering every single time he has teamed with you, you’ve blown the match, it is not hard to see why he chooses the apprentice over the mutt.”
::“The Once and Future King” starts to spin the chain around on his fingers rather absentmindedly. The chain wraps around his fingers. Travis closes his hand, catching the tag as he does so. He keeps doing this as he speaks.::
“Come on Rin Tin Tin, time to stop the bad guy.”
“I have been in wrestling for a long time Craven, and in that time, I have had many great rivalries in that time. I have gone to war with friend and foe alike all over the world. What we have here, Craven, you seem to have mistaken for something that is not a complete waste of my time. This is not some epic rivalry between two people determined to destroy each other. You seem to believe that this is some sort of epic rivalry. You seem to believe you are some great hero trying to avenge a poor innocent girl that needn’t have suffered what happened to her if Silver Baron and Quentin Sharpe had simply given Sang Réal, when in reality, this is not an epic rivalry. You are really more of an annoyance.”
::Travis stops spinning the choke chain in his hand.::
“You are not a hero. You are not some brave knight opposing a tyrant. You are a little yapping dog. You are some teenage girl making snarky comments about someone you do not like. You are not a hero.”
“When I laid out that worthless whore, where was your righteous anger? Did you immediately hunt me down and start throwing fists? Did you demand me in the ring? No you didn’t.”
“When I beat up an innocent airhead and a miserable excuse for a journalist that, like your master’s whore, needn’t have been beaten when it would have been simpler to give me what I wanted, where was your fury for justice to avenge that poor girl? It was non-existent as you made no effort to protest Georgio Oliver from banning me from the match, a match you could have gotten your hands on me during.”
“When I laid out yet another backstage interviewer, poor, innocent Maria Zalis, did you immediately rush to stop me? Did you pull me from her and then battle me through the arena attempting to protect her while you took vengeance for your whore? Did you lift a finger to stop me? No Craven, you didn’t. You stood by and let it happen and then, when I was done, you walked up to me, trying to act the hero, the avenging warrior and told me of our match at Cataclysm.”
“And even after Cataclysm, you have made no move against me. You have not charged into the ring, hell bent on avenging that whore in a vain attempt to prove your worth to a master who is more concerned about trying to convince us that he’s really trying hard to contain the monster that lurks within, like some Bruce Banner wannabe pimp, than getting payback over hurting one of his girls, who he really seems to care even less her about that he values his yapping little mutt.”
“You claim to be hell bent on revenge, to want to kick my ass, and yet all you have done is confront me twice to tell me we had a match or interrupt me when I was talking, and then, you make snide and snippy comments about me, little jabs like some cliché sitcom mother-in-law and visit what may be the outside of a place you thought was my house, and you act like any of that doing anything or that it should be devastating to me on some sort of level, when in reality, it is really more of an annoyance and it is just proving how truly pathetic you are.”
“Explain to me how any of those examples I just pointed out show any examples of you being a hero, or even being anything other than some mangy mutt who is all bark and no bite. If you were so driven by righteous vengeance, why am I still standing? It cannot be because you were just waiting for the right time, like some 47 ronin thing, or it wasn’t the right time to do it, or you had a thing going on. No Craven, you are all bark and no bite.”
::Travis tosses the chock chain into the air and catches it on the way down. He toys with the chain, letting it slide between his hands, with a metallic rattling sound as the links slide from hand to hand.::
“Two weeks before Cataclysm, Craven, that moment when you told me we had a match, that was the first time I actually even knew that there we any issues or problems. Even now, this is barely a feud. This is just you being a complete bitch. All you do is make these snide little comments about me or my failures like a teenage girl out of some cliché high school show and somehow, you seem to believe that doing so makes this the feud of the year or something and that you putting me through a table in a submission match was the great heroic deed and you are not some sort of yippie little dog barking and trying to sound a lot more threatening than you really are, and that your action wasn’t just desperation, because I was tearing your arm off.”
“Even now, Craven, you have done nothing to convince me you even want this match as much as you claim to with your only action against me was to stand in my way as I tried to do something, and even then, when you had the shot, you did not take a swing. As far as I can tell, you would rather be outside the ring making your little comments and jabs about me like a bitch, than fight me like a man, because you know that you are not a man or pitbull or a rottweiler a Doberman pinscher or a German shepard. You are a bitch, a little poodle, or some small dog that barks at everyone who comes near their master’s car in a grocery store parking lot.and it’s easier to just bark and try to sound intimidating than it is to show the world that you have absolutely no bite. You showed more aggression against Sang Réal, a tag team you were just wrestling, than you have against me, the guy you want to destroy. You are all bark and no bite when it comes to me Craven. You are pathetic.”
“Come on Scooby-Doo, time to go find out who’s dressed in some ridiculous monster costume to commit a crime and only you can stop him because anyone more qualified, like the police or sheriff are too busy with God knows what to deal with it.”
::Travis stops toying with the choke chain. He chuckles a bit. That chuckle slowly turns to a laugh. “The Canadian Legend” throws his head back, laughing a cold, cruel, evil laugh, with his arms spread outward. The choke chain is in his left hand.::
“God you are pathetic Craven!”
::He stops laughing. There is a malevolent tone in his voice as he speaks.::
“Over two months ago, I said your name was an appropriate choice because “craven” means cowardly, contemptibly timid, and pusillanimous. Those words still so perfectly fit you Craven.”
“You are a coward Craven, and you have done nothing to prove me wrong. Absolutely nothing to prove me wrong and you have done even less to show me you actually want this match, unless your snide verbal jabs were supposed to get it done, which to be honest, I find less threatening that you seem to think they are. At Monday Night Mayhem, we were face to face and you did not throw a single punch or make any move at all.”
“You are not a man Craven, because all you have done is made little jabbing comments and remarks about me like a teenage girl. A man stands on his own, which you have never done as you just attached yourself to the Sin City Knights, and delude yourself into believing you mean something to Silver Baron, who will not lift a finger against me if I were to end your career at Tragic Engagement.”
“Yes Craven, I have been a part of a few stables and I have been in tag teams before, but I have stood alone for most of my career, and I have carved myself a legendary career in wrestling. You walked in, and almost immediately, you were curled up at Silver Baron’s feet like the pathetic dog you are.”
“A man fights for what he believes in, for what he wants. I have done terrible things in my career, but they have always been for what I believe in, unlike the Sin City Knights or even Children of Nephilim. I fight for what I believe in. I fight for what I want. You do not Craven, because, like a dog, you need to be told what to do.”
“You are not a hero, Craven.”
“A real hero would not have stood aside as I laid out a poor girl when he could have prevented it. A real hero would demand me in the ring, would be trying to kick my ass or get some measure of justice for what I have done. He would not be standing around making snippy or snide comments like the mother-in-law from Everybody Loves Raymond, as you have been.”
“You are not even worth the time I have already given you Craven. You are a yipping little mongrel who just keeps making noise for attention and trying to sound a lot more threatening than you really are. You’re just pathetic.”
“Come on Lassie, the well has Timmy trapped inside again.”
“I do not want a match with you because I am afraid or because I do not think you will beat me. I do not want the match because you are not worth my time, or my effort Craven. You never have been. You never will be. You are incapable of standing on your own because you are just a dog.”
“So why, Craven, should I even entertain the idea of wrestling you again at Tragic Engagement?
“So we can settle our issues?”
“No, because win, lose or draw, you are still going to be a bitch and make those snide little comments about me, because that is all you do. That is all you ever do.”
“Is it because if I beat you, Georgio says I can get title shots again?”
“No Craven, because the simple fact of the matter is that I do not trust Georgio to keep his word in that regard, nor do I believe for a second that if some one like Joshua McBride or Aerynn or someone does something and I do something he disapproves of, he will find an excuse to take it from me again.
“I can say things like this and I am supremely confident your only reaction will be to make some snide and snippy little comment about me that you think is clever and witty, and that you will think that doing so makes you a bad ass or that it somehow elevates this waste of time to feud of the year or that you are even a threat to me when in reality, you have done nothing for the last six weeks than bore the hell out of me and waster my time. I literally have nothing else going on, and I still consider whatever the hell this is between us to be a waste of my time and effort, which should tell you something Craven, but I know you’ll either ignore it or miss the point.”
::Slowly, Travis raises his left hand, letting the tag on the dog collar sway just a bit. He looks at it as he speaks.::
“I could end your career and no one would care. No one would mourn your loss. Those people are not cheering you because they love you. They do not cheer you because you are their role model, their hero, who inspires them like say Amy Zing does, because I have heard how they react to her and maybe two people her get the reaction she gets. You are not one of them Craven.”
“No Craven, they cheer for you because you are opposing me. Granted, it is by making snide comments like a bitch rather then stepping up and fighting me like a man unless you are getting paid for it, but you are still opposing me, and they hate me. That is the only reason anyone in that crowd is cheering you, because they hate me more than they love you. I stepped into the ring with Joshua McBride a few months ago, and there were a few people cheering him, because they hated me more. They don’t love you Craven. They do not see you as a hero, or a role model or their champion and they do not love you. They just hate me enough to cheer for you.”
::“The Canadian Legend” holds his left arm outward. Travis releases his hold on the choke chain dog collar, letting the metal rings slide over his gloved hand as it begins to drop. The chain collar silently lands in the snow.::
“You are a sniveling, pathetic, miserable excuse of a wrestler Craven. You are no hero. You are no man. You are a dog; a small, yipping little mongrel waiting to be put down, and honestly Craven, I really have no interest in bothering to do it because you bore me and you are just not worth my time.”
“It is time to end this pathetic excuse of a rivalry. At Tragic Engagement it’s time to put Ole Yeller down, you worthless, miserable, pathetic, yipping little bitch, but this time, Craven, no one is going to be sad to see the dog get shot.”
::With his right hand, Travis make the motion of cocking a shotgun and then, with his hands, positions them as if he was holding a said weapon in his hands. He aims down at the collar and pulls the imaginary trigger as if shooting a dog, reminiscent of the ending to the aforementioned film. He lowers his arms.::
“Challenge and learn.”
::Travis starts to walk away, crushing the choke chain under his boot as he does so.::