The following is for mature audiences only. Viewer Discretion is highly advised<p align=right>Shoot for the Ages
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Las Vegas, Nevada, the hometown of Travis Nathaniel Andrews has always been the best city for Travis to draw inspiration from when in times of need. Although Climax Control wasn't being held there, Travis had found time to return to his lavish home in the hills. Travis was home alone as Shawna, Sandra and Vicki were out having a girls night. Travis had a bottle of Wild Turkey Whiskey sitting on his desk as his feet were crossed sitting on top of it. He was leaning back in his chair when one of his servants were setting up the video camera. Once the camera was assembled he silently ordered everyone to vacate his den. Travis picked up the small record stick that goes with the camera and runs his finger across the red button. He smirks a little before pressing the button. A small monitor that shows himself turns on as he takes a minute to collect his thoughts.
"Three years! Three years in this company and I have already had more of my share of big time match ups. I have had the privilege to face off against the likes of Ben Jordan, Drake Green and even Desparye but none pale in comparison to the competition I receive when I face off against one man. That man being Chris Shipman. Now, I bet all of you are sitting at home quivering in your pajamas while reading the match card over and over. Every time you see my name mentioned as the first challenger for Chris Shipman, the first thing that pops into your brain is what in the hell is this guy thinking? You probably ask yourself, does Travis have a death wish?" Travis begins while pausing to lean back in his chair.
"To answer your question, hell yes I have a death wish because I am not afraid of that vile beast known as Chris Shipman. Vile and fear are just words that Shipman throws one trying to get inside his opponent's head like it was a game piece. The only problem is that those tactics didn't work the last time we fought. You probably didn't think I would pull out that kind of thing did you Chris. Did you forget that you have said those exact words once before but what was the outcome? That's right, I became the only man in SCW History to make you scream in agony. I am the only man in SCW History have entered the devil's hell and walked out with his arm. Two weeks ago, you competed in a very vicious match Chris and you did come away with the championship. Does that mean you have a slight advantage over me? No. You have no advantage over me Chris. In fact, you don't have any momentum heading into this match. Now why is that you might ask, is it because I'm fresh a fucking Daisy? Is it because I have studied you like a student studies for a test? or Is it because I'm already inside your head?" Travis continues.
Travis uncrossed his feet and places them onto the floor. He sits up, picks up his whiskey, pulls out the cork and pours some of it into a small glass.
"Tell me Chris, why are you grunting like a crazed animal out looking for blood? Are you still brewing over the fact that I kicked your ass from pillar to post. Are you still upset that no matter what you do, you will still be the same old bastard with a boring schtick? If you think I'm going to cower away from this match then you have cracked your skull one too many times. See Chris, you are the prime example of the point I have been driving home month after month. You need this championship Chris just so your career has meaning. The same can be said about Steve Ramone. Speaking of that little runt, last week I gave him a little taste of his own medicine and he couldn't take it. I'm sure he will blame me for his loss but we all know he took his eye off the ball. I don't even know why Steve is even in the conversation for this belt. I mean the guy can't even hold it past one title defense. Plus, he likes to stick his nose where it doesn't even belong but no worries. If that reject from the Village People wants to get involved in my match then his head won't be the only one rolling on the canvas," Travis takes a strong sip of his whiskey while standing up from his chair.
The camera pans up with his movement while keeping Travis center of the frame.
"Now that I have dealt with the disgraced simpleton, let me return my focus to the man many fear. Why do they fear you Chris? Are you a rejected clown from some demented circus? Most men would shit themselves the moment they even hear your name mentioned. Most men will literally run screaming like little school boys getting trapped in a fun house with a chainsaw wielding freak. The difference between those men and me is that I don't fear you Chris. I don't fear you because I see right through the smoke and mirrors you hide behind. It's no secret that I have yet to obtain any championship but it's like I said before. I don't need a championship to validate who I am once that bell sounds. Three weeks ago, I proved just that when I bounced back from my devastating loss to that little rat Despayre and annihliated two men. Now you can spew any match type you want to compete in but that won't mean you will have the edge," says Travis as he takes a sip of his whiskey while walking around his desk.
"You see Chris, it doesn't matter what kind of match we partake in because the outcome will still be the same. One man will be left standing while the other is searching for his skull. I'm not the same Travis you faced before because I'm willing to do whatever it takes to get the win. If it means walking right into hell, smacking the devil right in the mouth then I will certainly do just that. You see Chris, I don't have anything to lose in this match but I have a lot to gain. While you have everything to lose and nothing to gain. With this logic, that makes me even more dangerous due to me willing to sacrifice my own well being just to secure the one thing that I've wanted since I stepped foot in this company. People need championships to be relevant. People like J2H, Steve Ramone, Ryan Keys, Lord Raab, James Tuscini and you. Without being a champion, you are a nobody just living on borrowed time. However, I don't need a championship to stay relevant because I do that just by showing up. See Chris, I'm more than just Mr. TNA. I am the true Mr. SCW and this Sunday, I shall prove it once again.
I will shed blood. I will sweat my balls off. Hell, I will cry buckets of tears. I will do all these things with no remorse in my body. You may blur lines with your words Chris but I plan on blurring your vision come Sunday. So Chris bring all that pent up aggression you got stored up inside because that's what I plan on bringing. I am done playing backseat while you little shits continue to steal MY spotlight. That stops come this Sunday. How will it stop you might ask? Well the answer is simple. Two men walk into this match with all their bodily fluids still inside their bodies but once the bell sounds. We will proceed to bash our brains in with whatever is available. We will punish our bodies like a warden punishes prisoners. The fans will scream for blood but they will get more than that. The way I see it is one man will be left standing while having their hands raised with the roulette belt firmly in their hands. The other man will be left lying in a mixture of blood, urine, vomit, sweat, tears and any other bodily fluids that escape during this battle of one bull and one bull fighter," Travis pauses while tilting the camera up so it gets his face more. He zooms in a bit while looking into the lens with a devilish look in his eyes.
"Normally I would continue talking about how I'm going to embarrass, humiliate and annihilate you Chris but that would be just dull. Wouldn't it? After all, these are just words but come Sunday, I back these up with malice. You can speak about how vile, corrupt, dangerous and how vicious you are Chris. Hell, you continue to scream about people fearing you but in the end they are just words you find in a dictonary. This Sunday, I will expose you Chris. Not as a fighter with evil intent but as the broken man that I defeated once before. You see, I can be just as vile, corrupt and vicious but you will find that out soon enough. I can tell you don't like a single word that I have spoken. I can sense that at this moment, you are scrounging around some alleyway looking for any homeless bastard to beat down because you can't beat me. It doesn't matter what you say or do Chris because the outcome remains the same. I will be the man walking out while you are the one left lying in a pool of your own bodily fluids. You don't like what I said Chris. Well, I have three pieces of advice for you to adhere to. First, cry yourself a goddamn river. Next, build a fucking bridge and finally just DEAL WITH IT!!!!" Travis smirks at the final word spoken as he places one hand over the lens.
