Post by sxe4life on May 1, 2011 21:46:09 GMT -5
Debuts...
In less than 24 hours I'm going to be experiencing the second greatest moment in a professional wrestler's career when I make my debut in a WCF ring. The only moment that can top the feeling of the first time you step into a ring and hear that bell ring, is the first time you hold championship gold above your head as you hear your name announced as the victor. But you only debut once, which makes it so important to make the right impression from the time the bell rings to the time the ref counts to three. You have to bring everything you have. You have to lay it all on the line. You even have to sacrifice your body sometimes. But in the end it's worth it when you're standing in the center of the ring, arm raised up by the referee as you hear your name being announced. It's worth it because not only are you showing the management at the top that you're worth their time and money, but you're showing every single person in the locker room that you've come to play. You've shown them that you're not just another name on the card, but you're actually someone that they need to watch.
Debuts. So very, very important.
Sunday May 1st, 2011
So he wants to put me six feet under, eh?
Travis Warner is backstage in the World Arena, standing in front of a black curtain emblazoned with the WCF logo. Standing beside him, trusty microphone in hand, is WCF's own Hank Brown. The pair have just finished watching Pulse II's recent promo on a monitor set up nearby.
Hank Brown: Well it would certainly seem as though he's already planning your demise.
Travis Warner: Well before Mr. Pulse II starts thinking about where my burial plot is going to be, perhaps he should start worrying about whether or not he's going to have a pulse after Slam. Because while I might not indulge in some of the pleasures others do, I rather enjoy inflicting pain into people like Pulse. When I'm in the ring I get a natural high from the adrenaline. The sounds from the crowd, the bright lights, the knowing that millions are watching at home...it's better than any drug could ever be.
Hank Brown: And what's your take on what appears to be a grudge that Pulse has with Mark Markman?
Travis Warner: It's as laughable as his ripped off MC Hammer pants. He's pissed off because Markman keeps putting "easy opponents" in front of him every week? Well the thing that gets me is, if they were so easy, then why is it that they handed him his ass on a silver platter every match? Ana Valentine...Wyatt Nolan..The Brain...all of them put him down for the three count. So instead of him going around bitching about how he's not getting booked against real competition, maybe he should start thinking of ways to beat guys not named Curtis Jones.
Hank Brown: Something tells me he's not going to be rushing off to take your advice.
Travis Warner: Which is exactly why I'm going to show him what happens when your ass can't back up the shit coming out of your mouth. And about entering the battle royal uninvited later on in the night, it's not going to happen. It won't happen because he's going to be too busy trying to remember how to breath after he finally regains consciousness. Because the fact is I'm going to shut him up the best way I know how and choke every last bit of oxygen out of his brain until he fades away into dreamland.
Hank Brown: Sounds like a solid strategy.
Travis Warner: Well originally the plan was to just knock him the hell out with kick between the eyes, much like I've done for years. But seeing as how Pulse was kind enough to put his weakness on display for the world to see, what kind of wrestler would I be to not take advantage.
Hank Brown: A weakness? I must have missed that part.
Travis Warner: The cigarettes Hank, that's the weakness. The lung capacity of your average smoker is nearly half that of someone who abstains from the cancer sticks. So for Mr. Pulse, a chokehold is going to feel like a softball wedged halfway down his trachea.
Warner pauses for a moment and then chuckles.
Hank Brown: What's so funny?
Travis Warner: The irony Hank. Pulse likes to think of himself as a silent rebel fighting against people like Mark Markman. Well on Monday night, I'm going to silence the silent rebel once and for all and show him that he's rebelling against the wrong people.
Warner looks over toward the camera, throws his arms up into the air in an X and then walks off as the scene ends.
In less than 24 hours I'm going to be experiencing the second greatest moment in a professional wrestler's career when I make my debut in a WCF ring. The only moment that can top the feeling of the first time you step into a ring and hear that bell ring, is the first time you hold championship gold above your head as you hear your name announced as the victor. But you only debut once, which makes it so important to make the right impression from the time the bell rings to the time the ref counts to three. You have to bring everything you have. You have to lay it all on the line. You even have to sacrifice your body sometimes. But in the end it's worth it when you're standing in the center of the ring, arm raised up by the referee as you hear your name being announced. It's worth it because not only are you showing the management at the top that you're worth their time and money, but you're showing every single person in the locker room that you've come to play. You've shown them that you're not just another name on the card, but you're actually someone that they need to watch.
Debuts. So very, very important.
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Sunday May 1st, 2011
So he wants to put me six feet under, eh?
Travis Warner is backstage in the World Arena, standing in front of a black curtain emblazoned with the WCF logo. Standing beside him, trusty microphone in hand, is WCF's own Hank Brown. The pair have just finished watching Pulse II's recent promo on a monitor set up nearby.
Hank Brown: Well it would certainly seem as though he's already planning your demise.
Travis Warner: Well before Mr. Pulse II starts thinking about where my burial plot is going to be, perhaps he should start worrying about whether or not he's going to have a pulse after Slam. Because while I might not indulge in some of the pleasures others do, I rather enjoy inflicting pain into people like Pulse. When I'm in the ring I get a natural high from the adrenaline. The sounds from the crowd, the bright lights, the knowing that millions are watching at home...it's better than any drug could ever be.
Hank Brown: And what's your take on what appears to be a grudge that Pulse has with Mark Markman?
Travis Warner: It's as laughable as his ripped off MC Hammer pants. He's pissed off because Markman keeps putting "easy opponents" in front of him every week? Well the thing that gets me is, if they were so easy, then why is it that they handed him his ass on a silver platter every match? Ana Valentine...Wyatt Nolan..The Brain...all of them put him down for the three count. So instead of him going around bitching about how he's not getting booked against real competition, maybe he should start thinking of ways to beat guys not named Curtis Jones.
Hank Brown: Something tells me he's not going to be rushing off to take your advice.
Travis Warner: Which is exactly why I'm going to show him what happens when your ass can't back up the shit coming out of your mouth. And about entering the battle royal uninvited later on in the night, it's not going to happen. It won't happen because he's going to be too busy trying to remember how to breath after he finally regains consciousness. Because the fact is I'm going to shut him up the best way I know how and choke every last bit of oxygen out of his brain until he fades away into dreamland.
Hank Brown: Sounds like a solid strategy.
Travis Warner: Well originally the plan was to just knock him the hell out with kick between the eyes, much like I've done for years. But seeing as how Pulse was kind enough to put his weakness on display for the world to see, what kind of wrestler would I be to not take advantage.
Hank Brown: A weakness? I must have missed that part.
Travis Warner: The cigarettes Hank, that's the weakness. The lung capacity of your average smoker is nearly half that of someone who abstains from the cancer sticks. So for Mr. Pulse, a chokehold is going to feel like a softball wedged halfway down his trachea.
Warner pauses for a moment and then chuckles.
Hank Brown: What's so funny?
Travis Warner: The irony Hank. Pulse likes to think of himself as a silent rebel fighting against people like Mark Markman. Well on Monday night, I'm going to silence the silent rebel once and for all and show him that he's rebelling against the wrong people.
Warner looks over toward the camera, throws his arms up into the air in an X and then walks off as the scene ends.
