It has been raining for the last two days so the ground is nice and soft, perfect for tracking. The wind blows so hard it looks like its raining sideways and the trees sway from side to side dumping the water from their branches on top of me. If the temperature were to drop any lower this rain would turn into snow, it’s so cold that my bones ache more and more with each step that I take. A lesser man would have given up a long time ago but I’m a man on a mission and I’m not going to stop until I take my target down. My QBU-88 bounces against my back as I trudge through the mud following the tracks of the same family that I’ve been after for hours. There’s a clearing up ahead and no, it can’t be. They chose to finally stop and take a break right out in the open? I raise my QBU-88 and look down the scope. the mother and father keep a watchful eye on the two children as they eat. The mother and children are none of my concern, it’s the father that I’m after. I put my crosshairs on him, adjust for distance, adjust for wind, and squeeze the trigger. The father lifelessly falls to the ground as the rest of the family dashes off into the woods trying to escape. I sling my rifle back over my shoulder and make my way over to my fallen target, he’s a perfect 12 point buck, the meat from this guy will feed the people down at the homeless shelter for a week or two. However I’m not going to pretend like I just did this for them, oh no, I mean who hunts deer with a sniper rifle? As far as I know, just me but I do it for a reason, I do it to help contain certain urges I still have. You see as much as I hate what I’ve done in the past, part of me still craves it. It craves the blood, it craves the destruction, it craves the smell of hot lead searing through flesh. I’m not proud of these cravings but at least I’m doing my part to control them in a healthy way, after all I’m out here hunting deer not people. I pull out my large combat knife because I need to lighten the load a little, no need to carry all this extra weight, I already have a four mile hike back to my truck. As I kneel down and ready my knife I signal to the camera man to turn the camera off.
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(Our scene opens again with the camera bouncing around like someone is shaking it. Finally the camera stops shaking and we see Triggaman sitting on a couch with a red cup in his hand and a lit cigar in his mouth.)
I tell ya, there’s nothing like a good cigar and some good rum after a job well done. Jon I hope the footage we shot earlier doesn’t get the XWF in too much hot water with PETA. That was not my intention and for the animal lovers watching, like I said at least the deer meat is helping feed the homeless. Mr.Brown I also feel the need to apologize to you for being so secretive about my real name, birth place, address, and not allowing any camera crews to film at my home. I have a lot of demons in my past so I don’t give out my personal information to anybody. Hopefully this self shot portion of my promo will meet your standards.
(Triggaman now pauses for a moment to collect his thoughts)
Now with all of that being said, why did I feel the need to show you all a clip of me hunting? Well I wanted you all to see what I spent the majority of my life doing. Triggaman, mercenary, hit man, child soldier, scum. I’ve been called many names over the years but the end result was always the same, me with a gun in my hand and blood on them. The life I’ve lived has been a dark one that I wouldn’t wish on anybody and if I could take back all of the horrible things I’ve done, I would but I can’t. All I can do is hope that the good I do in life will eventually outweigh the evil I did back then. When I’m not doing that though, eat drink and be merry for tomorrow we may die. That’s my new outlook on life, I’ve wasted so many years fighting for things I don’t believe in and cleaning up other people’s messes that I never really got to live my life. Well not anymore, I’m going to live everyday like a party, a celebration of life I guess is what you could call it.
So where does the XWF fit into this equation? Simple really, even though what I’ve done in the past is horrible I still get urges to return to that life. To this point hunting has done a fine job to subdue my urges but I think the adrenaline rush of some good old fashioned hand to hand combat will be just what the doctor ordered to keep me from returning to my old habits. Speaking of hand to hand combat my opponents for this week are going to be Night Terror and Blake Valentino. As I look at Night Terror I see sort of a kindred spirit here in the XWF, somebody who is more like me than I’d like to admit. Maybe one day I’ll have the pleasure of calling him a friend but this week he will be just as much of an enemy to me as Blake Valentino. Valentino, Night Terror, as of right now we are all on the same level but that all changes when I defeat you both this week, good luck, you’re gonna need it.
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