Post by "The Real OG" Travis Blake on Jan 5, 2020 17:32:01 GMT -5
Travis woke up this morning and knew that today was the day. The day he was going to once an for all bury these three haze bins who want to soak in his spotlight. He knew these people had no business being in the same ring as him and it was a complete joke in putting him in this match to begin with. So Travis did his daily morning routine, collected his things an proceeded to head towards the gym. He wanted to have his debut promo in s placer he felt most at home and what best place then the gym itself.
Travis proceeded to start his workout as the camera panned in on him. He smirked as he started speaking into the camera with a clear but very confident type of voice.
Travis Blake: You see Action Wrestling, I really do hope you know what you people have gotten yourselves into by signing me. Most people in this business want to see me out of it and not ruin their precious little working bubbles they’ve made for themselves. Three of my opponents this week are those prime examples. You guys honestly couldn’t have gotten me better opponents then two fucking jobbers and a old cunt who couldn't put together a decent promo? Hey bitch or whatever your fucking name is, you do realize that you calling me a vanity project is a slap to my fucking face right? If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn't have a fucking job in professional wrestling.
I’ve broken bones, sweat and dripped blood and what have you done? Worn out your overly expired vagina and aged like a thousand years? This business has no place for someone like you. I mean for fuck sakes you can’t even do proper research on your opponents. You just go on and on mouthing off about whatever comes to mind. You want a challenge huh? Kind of hard to give a challenge to a woman who can’t even get her promo skills down and you expect me to think you’re decent in the ring? Think again. I am so sick and tired of wrestlers like you who have jack shit for experience walking into a business I made famous and think oh this shit is easy. Fuck you it aint easy bitch.
Travis continued to look into the camera. The anger coming from his voice resulted in him clutching one of his hands into a fist.
Travis Blake: I have no problem punching your face right back where you fucking belong, right back in a little place I like to call the kitchen. Just think for a moment right? You’re facing one of the most dedicated WWH wrestlers of all time. Minus the fact they refuse to put me in the Hall of Heros but yet Zolton who hasn’t achieved shit gets in? Sorry got a little carried away there didn’t I? I am one of the most feared men in this profession. I’ve ended careers, burned bridges and made the most respectful people lose respect towards me. You are just another worthless jobbers that I’ll have no problem whipping with at the bottom of my boot. I’ll fucking make you wish you never entered this profession in the first place.
You need to think long and hard before arriving for this match. I would hate to do to you what I did to people like Teo’s husband, Drew Stevenson and etc. Next time we face off whatever your name just remember this, fucking research your opponents before you open that fucking open that trap hole of yours. It will get you in a lot of trouble.
Travis relaxed for one moment and unleashed a fury of jabs on the punching bag. He would do this for a brief few moments before continuing on in his promo.
Travis Blake: My next opponent sounds familiar to me and honestly if he is related to this said person then this will make things even better. Wyatt Erickson, are you in any relation to a Wulf Erickson? If so then I hope and pray you aren’t as fucking retarded as he is. Man he was the biggest dumbass on the face of planet earth. Honestly I can’t really judge you either because you haven’t said a damn word for weeks now. Am I really that intimidating? I mean I must be………I’m motherfucking Travis Blake bitch. I make even the strongest of wrestlers shit their pants in fear. You on the other hand, I doubt you even know what this business is about or who I am. My name is Travis Blake, I’m the man who is going to rip your cock off. I’ll shove it so far down your throat, you’ll be tasting your own fucking kids sooner or later.
And honestly do I really need to waste anymore time on my opponents. None of you are really giving me much to talk about and honestly my skills will be just enough to take all of you down. I shall see you all very soon and Patti, make sure you bring me a sandwich. I need to be all full when I hand all of you your asses.
Travis laughs and resumes his workout as the scene comes to an end.
Travis proceeded to start his workout as the camera panned in on him. He smirked as he started speaking into the camera with a clear but very confident type of voice.
Travis Blake: You see Action Wrestling, I really do hope you know what you people have gotten yourselves into by signing me. Most people in this business want to see me out of it and not ruin their precious little working bubbles they’ve made for themselves. Three of my opponents this week are those prime examples. You guys honestly couldn’t have gotten me better opponents then two fucking jobbers and a old cunt who couldn't put together a decent promo? Hey bitch or whatever your fucking name is, you do realize that you calling me a vanity project is a slap to my fucking face right? If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn't have a fucking job in professional wrestling.
I’ve broken bones, sweat and dripped blood and what have you done? Worn out your overly expired vagina and aged like a thousand years? This business has no place for someone like you. I mean for fuck sakes you can’t even do proper research on your opponents. You just go on and on mouthing off about whatever comes to mind. You want a challenge huh? Kind of hard to give a challenge to a woman who can’t even get her promo skills down and you expect me to think you’re decent in the ring? Think again. I am so sick and tired of wrestlers like you who have jack shit for experience walking into a business I made famous and think oh this shit is easy. Fuck you it aint easy bitch.
Travis continued to look into the camera. The anger coming from his voice resulted in him clutching one of his hands into a fist.
Travis Blake: I have no problem punching your face right back where you fucking belong, right back in a little place I like to call the kitchen. Just think for a moment right? You’re facing one of the most dedicated WWH wrestlers of all time. Minus the fact they refuse to put me in the Hall of Heros but yet Zolton who hasn’t achieved shit gets in? Sorry got a little carried away there didn’t I? I am one of the most feared men in this profession. I’ve ended careers, burned bridges and made the most respectful people lose respect towards me. You are just another worthless jobbers that I’ll have no problem whipping with at the bottom of my boot. I’ll fucking make you wish you never entered this profession in the first place.
You need to think long and hard before arriving for this match. I would hate to do to you what I did to people like Teo’s husband, Drew Stevenson and etc. Next time we face off whatever your name just remember this, fucking research your opponents before you open that fucking open that trap hole of yours. It will get you in a lot of trouble.
Travis relaxed for one moment and unleashed a fury of jabs on the punching bag. He would do this for a brief few moments before continuing on in his promo.
Travis Blake: My next opponent sounds familiar to me and honestly if he is related to this said person then this will make things even better. Wyatt Erickson, are you in any relation to a Wulf Erickson? If so then I hope and pray you aren’t as fucking retarded as he is. Man he was the biggest dumbass on the face of planet earth. Honestly I can’t really judge you either because you haven’t said a damn word for weeks now. Am I really that intimidating? I mean I must be………I’m motherfucking Travis Blake bitch. I make even the strongest of wrestlers shit their pants in fear. You on the other hand, I doubt you even know what this business is about or who I am. My name is Travis Blake, I’m the man who is going to rip your cock off. I’ll shove it so far down your throat, you’ll be tasting your own fucking kids sooner or later.
And honestly do I really need to waste anymore time on my opponents. None of you are really giving me much to talk about and honestly my skills will be just enough to take all of you down. I shall see you all very soon and Patti, make sure you bring me a sandwich. I need to be all full when I hand all of you your asses.
Travis laughs and resumes his workout as the scene comes to an end.