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Post by versageflames on Mar 10, 2007 23:40:30 GMT -5
James watched all the promo's, saw some of the overconfidence. People making themselves out to be badasses and kick ass fighters. He sat down and drummed his fingers silently against his leg. He realized himself that being cocky and over confident would just lead to his demise, his ass whoopin. So he simply looked at the camera and shook his head shrugging a bit. What could he say? There was nothing to say about it. The fight would go. Just how it went.
He stood up and walked out to his back yard where he looked at the motocross track that he'd built out back. He finally spoke, albit quietly though.
James:"I look at these fights, see some of the promotionals, and I realize. That we're just running laps around a track. Everybody says the same thing, they run the same mouth. All overconfident, all cocky, all wanting to be the top dog and come in first place. It doesn't always work like that. It was nearly a year before i was even offered a title shot in the UFC. Now i need to work my way up here as well. In this federation, which... is all fine for me. I can live with it and i'll prove that I deserve a title shot."
With that, he simply walked off and the camera, faded to black.
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