Post by colossalot on Aug 13, 2024 20:35:12 GMT -5
A focused in, contemplative Owen Traeger is seen, sitting at a local bar with a Corona in hand. His mood is polarized from his last couple of outings. He doesn’t even blink as he begins to speak.
Owen Traeger: Mistakes are only mistakes if they are corrected. Without correction, they become patterns and routines guaranteed to drag us down. I’m not going to be bringing anything outlandish to the Coastal Championship match. I can’t let what’s transpired fall into the pattern of failure that it’s beginning to shape itself into. I have all of the tools necessary to be the most dominant force in this place.
Owen takes a sip from his bottle.
Owen Traeger: Size, strength, agility, speed. I am a certified machine, and I need to start functioning as such. Every single participant in this title match will feel my presence. I’m coming to break bodies, destroy spirits, and annihilate championship dreams. No bro shit, no arrogance… just me fucking people up like only I can. See you soon.
Owen leaves his drink and gets up to walk away, leaving behind a sense of gloom mixed with dangerous uncertainty.