Next in Line for the Title (PW)

[The American Tradition]

Finally. Week after week Jake Voss had been talking down to Phoenix Winterborn but this was the week. This was the week that Phoenix was going to show Voss who he was messing with, and that he didn't need anyone to help him out Not Mack or anyone else. Open scene on Phoenix Winterborn standing on the balcony of his hotel room in Edmonton, Alberta. Sipping on a Crown Royal and Coke mix, he leans on the railing and tips his glass towards the camera.

"So. I'll call a spade a spade. I was off my game last week. Weird, considering it was a title match I know. But, even though Mack has a title, it's not the title I want. You see, the title I'M chasing is around the waist of the man I face this week in Jake Voss. You see, Jake got so pissed off that I beat him a few weeks back that he wanted this rematch to prove that what happened was a fluke. Funny thing with that is...there was no fluke. What happens on WAR this week will be exactly the same thing that happened two weeks ago. I'm going to put Jake Voss down again, this time without ANY distractions from Mack or anyone else. You see, Jake Voss bit off more than he can chew when it comes to challenging the American Tradition. I am not someone to be taken lightly. Or, for lack of a better term, someone to be fucked with. Jake, when you stepped into the ring the last time with me, you realized that challenging me was one of the worst mistakes of your life. Tell me, how did it feel to get beat by a jobber in your eyes, eh? How did that make you feel? Better yet, how does it make YOU look? Knowing you got beat by someone you considered below you? Regardless of who caused a distraction or whatever else happened, being a champion means keeping your eyes on the prize at all costs. Meaning basically...you were the one to goof up at the end of the night. I simply did what any potential contender would do when faced with a chance. I took said chance, and you paid for it. Now, WHEN I beat you again, I am expecting a shot at your title since...I'll have beaten the SEF World Champion twice in as many tries, wouldn't you agree? Of course you won't. You'll bitch and moan and complain to whomever you can to try and get out of it, but you might as well face facts, Voss. I'm coming for that title, and it will take hell itself to stop me. Strap up, young'n. You're gonna be in for one LONG night."

With one final toast of his glass, Phoenix smiled and drew his hand across his neck, signaling the end of the promo piece.