Post by Kyle Travis on May 25, 2015 17:09:31 GMT -6
::A coin flips in the air. It spins as it rises and as it falls, landing in an open palm. The coin is a Canadian quarter. The coin sits on the side that displays a right side profile of Queen Elizabeth II of Great Britain, along with her name and “D G REGINA.” The hand closes around the coin, moving it with its fingers to lift it off the palm. The coin is turned to reveal a stag and the word “Canada”, along with “25 cents” and the year the coin was minted, 2004.::
“I have always wandered what your thirst silver was, Bene Elohim. What was the price you sold for which you sold your souls to the Children of Nephilim? What did they offer you that caused you to betray Jeszika Gautier, Aerynn Donnelly and Ashley and Bethany Kenyon over a year ago?”
::“The Canadian Legend” Kyle Travis turns the coin repeatedly with his thumb, index and middle fingers.::
“Was it actually thirty pieces of silver, or money?”
“Was it some promise they made to you?”
“Was it a sense of purpose, a grand destiny?”
“What was it they offered you that made you sell out?”
::Moving his thumb away from the quarter, he lets it fall into his palm and closes his fist around the coin.::
“Now I only ask, because I feel like they have yet to deliver on their promise. After all, Danaka is about to send you to Hell at Spring Slaughter, so, maybe you should ask yourselves if the price they paid for your loyalty is worth what you have received. Personally, I don’t think it is.”
“Was it actual money they offered you for your souls? I really do hope it was a lot of money, because after all, shouldn’t it cost a lot to betray people who trusted you to go into battle with them, and you’re ultimately going to turn on.
“Clearly, they did not get their money’s worth as you betrayed Aerynn and Arsenal AFTER the match. I don’t know about you, but I would imagine it would have been more helpful to the Children of Nephilim if you had betrayed Arsenal and Jeszika during the match so that the Children could have won.”
“At least you got your money’s worth out of them. And that is all you got.”
::For a moment, Travis allows himself the smallest of smiles, which fades just as quickly, as if he’s amused by Bene Elohim’s current situation and seeming status within the Children of Nephilim and the UWA in general.::
“Or did you sell out for power? Because, if that is the case, then you should get your money back due to the fact that neither you nor the Children of Nephilim have any power.”
“The Children of Nephilim have not had power since that week or so when Joshua McBride somehow took over the UWA leading into Searing Agony. I am not sure how he legally did that when you consider he just threw Georgio Oliver into a sack and rode off with him, yet somehow, it was perfectly legal he just walk in and assume control.”
“And what exactly did you get out of that control? What great opportunities or power did you gain when McBride ran the UWA? Did he set you up with a big match? Did he abuse power to get you into the UWA Tag Team Championship match at the Raising Hell pay-per-view? Did he do anything for you with that power?”
“He did nothing for you. He did nothing with that power that would have benefited you. All he did was make a couple of matches, try to put himself in charge and then completely blew his chance at Raising Hell, just like he blew it at Searing Agony. He had all the power in the UWA and neither the will, nor the intelligence to use it, nor did Danaka or your master, since apparently, they’ve been running the train wreck since day one.”
“And what did you get out of it? You got nothing, just like you have since the day you joined the Children of Nephilim.”
::“The Once and Future King” starts to roll the coin around in his fingers again, turning it between his thumb, index and middle fingers. He keeps looking at the coin, as if it symbolizes one of the thirty pieces of silver.::
“What possible promise could they have made to you that made you join them? Did they promise you championship opportunities? You were not part of that first title match, and you have had one match for the titles, so they failed to come through.”
“Did they promise power and respect to you? If so, you have received neither. No one fears Bene Elohim. I am about to face both of you, alone, and I am not afraid. No one fears stepping into the ring with you. You ran down Quentin Sharpe with a car, and while that earned you some buzz and should have made you feared, no one seems to be afraid of you afterwards. And as for any respect they may have promised you, you have none. Danaka values your opinion less that she would that of a toaster. Your concerns fall on deaf ears, your opinions are ignored, your questions go unanswered and your basically background extras whenever Danaka speaks.”
“Was it some sort of promise of a cause or ideology to follow and you just drank the damn Kool-Aid, because you’re so desperate for something to believe in that you believed a hick and whatever crazy he was selling. There is no ideology, no dogma for the Children of Nephilim. There is just one jackass spouting nonsense after another. McBride was followed by Danaka, and after I ram a crowbar into her throat, we’ll either get another one of her or the master will finally, FINALLY, crawl out for the rock he’s been hiding under to bring about the thousand years of darkness, or whatever the hell they have been going on about, because we’ve all stopped paying attention.”
“So what was it that you sold out for?”
“What was it that the Children of Nephilim promised you for your loyalty and service? Because the more I watch you, the more I see you, and how you’ve done since joining the Children of Nephilim, the more I have come to the conclusion that unless they just showed up with a dump truck of cold, hard cash, you sold out for nothing. You sold out for nothing, and you are nothing.”
::Again, Travis closes his hand around the coin and squeezes his hand into a fist. For the first time, he looks up.::
“The Children of Nephilim are nothing!”
::Travis slams the coin down on the table next to the chair he is seated in.::
“All the fear is gone. The image of the Children of Nephilim as an unstoppable, unchallengeable, unbeatable force of darkness has been shattered.”
“The Children of Nephilim are not unstoppable. Time has proven that the Children of Nephilim are indeed stoppable. All the hype and all the momentum they had last year, upon their debut is gone.”
“The Children of Nephilim are not unchallengeable. Twice they rose and twice they were challenged, and they stand challenged now, and the best they have to throw at me is a pathetic, worthless joke of a tag team that I would not give a crap about were it not for the fact that I need to rip them apart to get to their master. Your masters stood challenged for nearly a month before they considered answering me, and they only did so because I threatened them, and then, to try and save face, they turned it around and challenged me, as if they hoped I wouldn’t accept a challenge to my own challenge.”
“And the Children of Nephilim are not unbeatable. Oh, the Children of Nephilim are far, far from unbeatable. At least twice, they seemed as if no one could stop them, and twice they fell. The first time was heralded as a miracle. The second time was called amazing and unbelievable. There was no third time. The second time left the Children of Nephilim broken. Never again did they attempt to rise like they did the previous two times. Only Joshua McBride seemed to get any buzz, and even he walked away. The only member of the Children anyone cared about, anyone paid attention to, and he left the group because he realized the Children of Nephilim are a lost cause.”
“The Children of Nephilim are not an unstoppable, unchallengeable, unbeatable force. The Children of Nephilim are a parasite that needs to be dealt with, a disease people are content to treat but not fix, and even then, they are less of the Black Plague and more of a minor head cold.”
“And that, Bene Elohim, is who you sold out to a year ago. And at Spring Slaughter, that is who you will suffer and bleed for until I decide to end it. I am not coming to win this match. I am not coming to put shoulders to the mat for the count of three or to see one of you tap out. I am coming for blood. I am walking into Spring Slaughter to end the Children of Nephilim and if I have to break Bene Elohim to get to Danaka and her master, then I will do it.”
“What was did the Children of Nephilim promise you a year ago that bought your loyalty and service? Was it cash, or power, or some sort of religious fulfillment?”
“I want to know, because I want you to ask yourselves if it was worth it. Was whatever you sold out for worth what is about to happen to you?”
::Picking the coin up, Travis taps it against the wood of the table. Set on the table, which the camera pans back to reveal is a workbench with tools, is the crowbar Travis has used as a weapon for over a decade. The coin makes a slow and repetitive clicking sound as he does so. His malice and hatred start to become audible as he speaks::
“Yes Bene Elohim, this is a handicap match. Yes Bene Elohim, it is the two of you versus the one of me. And you would think you have the advantage, but there is a difference between us. The worst thing you have done is running over Quentin Sharpe, once. I would have backed the car up. The things I have done to get where I am today, to build my legacy, the blood on my hands, the broken dreams, ended careers, and bodies I have left in my wake, all those things that I have done are nothing you are capable of Bene Elohim. You are two people who are looking to please their master like the pathetic dogs they are. I have the advantage of having nothing to lose, nothing to gain and a complete and utter lack of caring if either of you and even Sariel walk of this match. Which advantage do you think is better?”
“You’re not soldiers of some dark horde. You’re just a pair of attack dogs being sent out to try and stop someone from getting to your master. But what they forget is that you are all bark, and you have no bite. At Spring Slaughter, I am going to put you down like the miserable, yipping mongrels you are.”
::Travis holds the coin on its side, and twists it, releasing it and letting it spin. The coin spins a bit with a small clattering sort of sound before it lands flat on the side showing the elk. His index finger rests on the coin.::
“What did you sell out for? What price did you name; the price the Children of Nephilim was able to meet that bought you? Or were you always members, just sent out to try and deceive Aerynn and Arsenal, and they, despite whatever Aerynn says, were gullible enough to believe you were their allies? Because, lets be honest, if you were really just plants for the Children of Nephilim, your sudden but inevitable betrayal of the Arsenal and Aerynn Donnelly came a little too late to actually be helpful.”
::Moving his finger off the coin, Travis places his hand on the crowbar.::
“I do not know the price Children of Nephilim paid, what promises they made, so that you would join their cause, but I know the price you will pay for having joined, and I know you cannot pay it. I am taking your heads. I am not coming to win. I am coming to break you. What did I tell you? You are not the wolves, but the lambs being lead to slaughter.”
::His fingers wrap around the cold, unforgiving metal of his weapon of choice, the weapon he has used on so many victims for over a decade. He gets to his feet, letting the metal of the crowbar drag along the table for a bit before he lifts it up.::
“Danaka thinks, what, that if I see she has sent Bene Elohim after me, and arranged a handicap match, I will go away? All I heard when she announced this match was her desperation and fear. I have no illusions that Danaka wants you to take me out. What she forgets is that bigger, badder and better than every single member of the Children of Nephilim has tried and they have failed. Since 1999, someone has tried to take me out. Here we are, 2015, sixteen years later, and no one has managed to get the job done yet. In what universe do you two possibly imagine you, a couple of mangy dogs, are going to do what legends have failed to do?”
::The curved end of the crowbar slowly comes down to rest on top of the quarter. It taps the coin slowly, repeatedly and methodically.::
“You sold your souls to follow a false prophet without a message. Spring Slaughter is not your moment to shine, the moment you prove that the Children of Nephilim’s investment in you was worth the price. Spring Slaughter is when I begin to tear down everything Danaka and her master have built. At Spring Slaughter I am going to put you two down like the pathetic dogs you are. You’re not the guardians, the protectors of the faith that will stop me. You’re the first to fall.”
“Spring Slaughter, we begin the apocalypse, the Armageddon, that will see the Children of Nephilim burn. This is your Ragnarok. However, unlike those events, where there are survivors to rebuild the world, there will be no survivors. I am not stopping until the Children of Nephilim are burned to ash.”
::Travis lifts the crowbar to his face, running his thumb over the curved end.::
“You are not my executioners. You are not the protectors of your faith, the guardians of your false messiah that will defeat the infidel, the heretic, the non-believer. You are my victims. You are the message I send to Danaka and your master, a message I will carve into you in blood.”
“Whatever they promised you, they will not deliver. Whatever they paid you, it was not enough. I do not know what they paid you to get you to join, what lies they told you, but I know the price I am collecting for your membership, and you are paying. At Spring Slaughter, I am going to beat every single piece of the thirty silver coins that the Children of Nephilim paid you out of your worthless hide. I will leave you battered, beaten and broken in the ring.”
::He sets the crowbar down on top of the coin, as if to symbolize his intention to destroy Bene Elohim, and the rest of the Children of Nephilim.::
“Challenge and learn.”
::The scene fades out on the crowbar resting on the quarter.::
“I have always wandered what your thirst silver was, Bene Elohim. What was the price you sold for which you sold your souls to the Children of Nephilim? What did they offer you that caused you to betray Jeszika Gautier, Aerynn Donnelly and Ashley and Bethany Kenyon over a year ago?”
::“The Canadian Legend” Kyle Travis turns the coin repeatedly with his thumb, index and middle fingers.::
“Was it actually thirty pieces of silver, or money?”
“Was it some promise they made to you?”
“Was it a sense of purpose, a grand destiny?”
“What was it they offered you that made you sell out?”
::Moving his thumb away from the quarter, he lets it fall into his palm and closes his fist around the coin.::
“Now I only ask, because I feel like they have yet to deliver on their promise. After all, Danaka is about to send you to Hell at Spring Slaughter, so, maybe you should ask yourselves if the price they paid for your loyalty is worth what you have received. Personally, I don’t think it is.”
“Was it actual money they offered you for your souls? I really do hope it was a lot of money, because after all, shouldn’t it cost a lot to betray people who trusted you to go into battle with them, and you’re ultimately going to turn on.
“Clearly, they did not get their money’s worth as you betrayed Aerynn and Arsenal AFTER the match. I don’t know about you, but I would imagine it would have been more helpful to the Children of Nephilim if you had betrayed Arsenal and Jeszika during the match so that the Children could have won.”
“At least you got your money’s worth out of them. And that is all you got.”
::For a moment, Travis allows himself the smallest of smiles, which fades just as quickly, as if he’s amused by Bene Elohim’s current situation and seeming status within the Children of Nephilim and the UWA in general.::
“Or did you sell out for power? Because, if that is the case, then you should get your money back due to the fact that neither you nor the Children of Nephilim have any power.”
“The Children of Nephilim have not had power since that week or so when Joshua McBride somehow took over the UWA leading into Searing Agony. I am not sure how he legally did that when you consider he just threw Georgio Oliver into a sack and rode off with him, yet somehow, it was perfectly legal he just walk in and assume control.”
“And what exactly did you get out of that control? What great opportunities or power did you gain when McBride ran the UWA? Did he set you up with a big match? Did he abuse power to get you into the UWA Tag Team Championship match at the Raising Hell pay-per-view? Did he do anything for you with that power?”
“He did nothing for you. He did nothing with that power that would have benefited you. All he did was make a couple of matches, try to put himself in charge and then completely blew his chance at Raising Hell, just like he blew it at Searing Agony. He had all the power in the UWA and neither the will, nor the intelligence to use it, nor did Danaka or your master, since apparently, they’ve been running the train wreck since day one.”
“And what did you get out of it? You got nothing, just like you have since the day you joined the Children of Nephilim.”
::“The Once and Future King” starts to roll the coin around in his fingers again, turning it between his thumb, index and middle fingers. He keeps looking at the coin, as if it symbolizes one of the thirty pieces of silver.::
“What possible promise could they have made to you that made you join them? Did they promise you championship opportunities? You were not part of that first title match, and you have had one match for the titles, so they failed to come through.”
“Did they promise power and respect to you? If so, you have received neither. No one fears Bene Elohim. I am about to face both of you, alone, and I am not afraid. No one fears stepping into the ring with you. You ran down Quentin Sharpe with a car, and while that earned you some buzz and should have made you feared, no one seems to be afraid of you afterwards. And as for any respect they may have promised you, you have none. Danaka values your opinion less that she would that of a toaster. Your concerns fall on deaf ears, your opinions are ignored, your questions go unanswered and your basically background extras whenever Danaka speaks.”
“Was it some sort of promise of a cause or ideology to follow and you just drank the damn Kool-Aid, because you’re so desperate for something to believe in that you believed a hick and whatever crazy he was selling. There is no ideology, no dogma for the Children of Nephilim. There is just one jackass spouting nonsense after another. McBride was followed by Danaka, and after I ram a crowbar into her throat, we’ll either get another one of her or the master will finally, FINALLY, crawl out for the rock he’s been hiding under to bring about the thousand years of darkness, or whatever the hell they have been going on about, because we’ve all stopped paying attention.”
“So what was it that you sold out for?”
“What was it that the Children of Nephilim promised you for your loyalty and service? Because the more I watch you, the more I see you, and how you’ve done since joining the Children of Nephilim, the more I have come to the conclusion that unless they just showed up with a dump truck of cold, hard cash, you sold out for nothing. You sold out for nothing, and you are nothing.”
::Again, Travis closes his hand around the coin and squeezes his hand into a fist. For the first time, he looks up.::
“The Children of Nephilim are nothing!”
::Travis slams the coin down on the table next to the chair he is seated in.::
“All the fear is gone. The image of the Children of Nephilim as an unstoppable, unchallengeable, unbeatable force of darkness has been shattered.”
“The Children of Nephilim are not unstoppable. Time has proven that the Children of Nephilim are indeed stoppable. All the hype and all the momentum they had last year, upon their debut is gone.”
“The Children of Nephilim are not unchallengeable. Twice they rose and twice they were challenged, and they stand challenged now, and the best they have to throw at me is a pathetic, worthless joke of a tag team that I would not give a crap about were it not for the fact that I need to rip them apart to get to their master. Your masters stood challenged for nearly a month before they considered answering me, and they only did so because I threatened them, and then, to try and save face, they turned it around and challenged me, as if they hoped I wouldn’t accept a challenge to my own challenge.”
“And the Children of Nephilim are not unbeatable. Oh, the Children of Nephilim are far, far from unbeatable. At least twice, they seemed as if no one could stop them, and twice they fell. The first time was heralded as a miracle. The second time was called amazing and unbelievable. There was no third time. The second time left the Children of Nephilim broken. Never again did they attempt to rise like they did the previous two times. Only Joshua McBride seemed to get any buzz, and even he walked away. The only member of the Children anyone cared about, anyone paid attention to, and he left the group because he realized the Children of Nephilim are a lost cause.”
“The Children of Nephilim are not an unstoppable, unchallengeable, unbeatable force. The Children of Nephilim are a parasite that needs to be dealt with, a disease people are content to treat but not fix, and even then, they are less of the Black Plague and more of a minor head cold.”
“And that, Bene Elohim, is who you sold out to a year ago. And at Spring Slaughter, that is who you will suffer and bleed for until I decide to end it. I am not coming to win this match. I am not coming to put shoulders to the mat for the count of three or to see one of you tap out. I am coming for blood. I am walking into Spring Slaughter to end the Children of Nephilim and if I have to break Bene Elohim to get to Danaka and her master, then I will do it.”
“What was did the Children of Nephilim promise you a year ago that bought your loyalty and service? Was it cash, or power, or some sort of religious fulfillment?”
“I want to know, because I want you to ask yourselves if it was worth it. Was whatever you sold out for worth what is about to happen to you?”
::Picking the coin up, Travis taps it against the wood of the table. Set on the table, which the camera pans back to reveal is a workbench with tools, is the crowbar Travis has used as a weapon for over a decade. The coin makes a slow and repetitive clicking sound as he does so. His malice and hatred start to become audible as he speaks::
“Yes Bene Elohim, this is a handicap match. Yes Bene Elohim, it is the two of you versus the one of me. And you would think you have the advantage, but there is a difference between us. The worst thing you have done is running over Quentin Sharpe, once. I would have backed the car up. The things I have done to get where I am today, to build my legacy, the blood on my hands, the broken dreams, ended careers, and bodies I have left in my wake, all those things that I have done are nothing you are capable of Bene Elohim. You are two people who are looking to please their master like the pathetic dogs they are. I have the advantage of having nothing to lose, nothing to gain and a complete and utter lack of caring if either of you and even Sariel walk of this match. Which advantage do you think is better?”
“You’re not soldiers of some dark horde. You’re just a pair of attack dogs being sent out to try and stop someone from getting to your master. But what they forget is that you are all bark, and you have no bite. At Spring Slaughter, I am going to put you down like the miserable, yipping mongrels you are.”
::Travis holds the coin on its side, and twists it, releasing it and letting it spin. The coin spins a bit with a small clattering sort of sound before it lands flat on the side showing the elk. His index finger rests on the coin.::
“What did you sell out for? What price did you name; the price the Children of Nephilim was able to meet that bought you? Or were you always members, just sent out to try and deceive Aerynn and Arsenal, and they, despite whatever Aerynn says, were gullible enough to believe you were their allies? Because, lets be honest, if you were really just plants for the Children of Nephilim, your sudden but inevitable betrayal of the Arsenal and Aerynn Donnelly came a little too late to actually be helpful.”
::Moving his finger off the coin, Travis places his hand on the crowbar.::
“I do not know the price Children of Nephilim paid, what promises they made, so that you would join their cause, but I know the price you will pay for having joined, and I know you cannot pay it. I am taking your heads. I am not coming to win. I am coming to break you. What did I tell you? You are not the wolves, but the lambs being lead to slaughter.”
::His fingers wrap around the cold, unforgiving metal of his weapon of choice, the weapon he has used on so many victims for over a decade. He gets to his feet, letting the metal of the crowbar drag along the table for a bit before he lifts it up.::
“Danaka thinks, what, that if I see she has sent Bene Elohim after me, and arranged a handicap match, I will go away? All I heard when she announced this match was her desperation and fear. I have no illusions that Danaka wants you to take me out. What she forgets is that bigger, badder and better than every single member of the Children of Nephilim has tried and they have failed. Since 1999, someone has tried to take me out. Here we are, 2015, sixteen years later, and no one has managed to get the job done yet. In what universe do you two possibly imagine you, a couple of mangy dogs, are going to do what legends have failed to do?”
::The curved end of the crowbar slowly comes down to rest on top of the quarter. It taps the coin slowly, repeatedly and methodically.::
“You sold your souls to follow a false prophet without a message. Spring Slaughter is not your moment to shine, the moment you prove that the Children of Nephilim’s investment in you was worth the price. Spring Slaughter is when I begin to tear down everything Danaka and her master have built. At Spring Slaughter I am going to put you two down like the pathetic dogs you are. You’re not the guardians, the protectors of the faith that will stop me. You’re the first to fall.”
“Spring Slaughter, we begin the apocalypse, the Armageddon, that will see the Children of Nephilim burn. This is your Ragnarok. However, unlike those events, where there are survivors to rebuild the world, there will be no survivors. I am not stopping until the Children of Nephilim are burned to ash.”
::Travis lifts the crowbar to his face, running his thumb over the curved end.::
“You are not my executioners. You are not the protectors of your faith, the guardians of your false messiah that will defeat the infidel, the heretic, the non-believer. You are my victims. You are the message I send to Danaka and your master, a message I will carve into you in blood.”
“Whatever they promised you, they will not deliver. Whatever they paid you, it was not enough. I do not know what they paid you to get you to join, what lies they told you, but I know the price I am collecting for your membership, and you are paying. At Spring Slaughter, I am going to beat every single piece of the thirty silver coins that the Children of Nephilim paid you out of your worthless hide. I will leave you battered, beaten and broken in the ring.”
::He sets the crowbar down on top of the coin, as if to symbolize his intention to destroy Bene Elohim, and the rest of the Children of Nephilim.::
“Challenge and learn.”
::The scene fades out on the crowbar resting on the quarter.::