Post by Kyle Travis on May 29, 2015 14:24:06 GMT -6
::The scene opens to the inside of a class room. It could be any class room in any high school on Earth. The blackboard is cleared. The desks are all lined up and facing forward. There is a desk for the teacher off to the side towards the windows, which face to the entrance road. There are no cars outside. There is no one in school. No one except for Kyle Travis.::
::“The Canadian Legend” is leaning on the desk with his head down. He seems oblivious that he is in a class room. His signature weapon, the crowbar, is laying on the desk::
“In high school, there are cliques. You have the nerds, the jocks, the popular kids, the stoners, the goths, the theater kids, the class clowns, the trouble makers and the wannabe posers.”
“When I look at the UWA locker room, I did not see a professional wrestling company’s locker room full of athletes ready to compete. I look at the UWA and I see a high school. I see some sort of banal, repetitive teenage high school drama you’d see on the CW.”
“I have walked in and half excepted to hear a school bell, or see Sam Johnson up a black board trying to teach or hear Lula and Chase make morning announcements or Georgio gives us homework over the weekend.”
::Travis runs his hands through his hair, sliding his hands over the back of his head, around the sides under his ears and then over his face. He slides his hands down his face and leans his head back. He laughs.::
“We’re less a wrestling company and more of a high school.”
::Travis shakes his head and smirks.::
“Don’t believe me?”
::His left hand touches the crowbar.::
“Ashley and Bethany Kenyon, Jesizka Gautier, Aerynn Donnelly, and Broderick Montgomery are the popular kids, and you know they will be on every show. The only reason anyone believes Sentinel is Jeszika’s stalker is because they are the popular kids and they tell everyone what to think, because everyone wants to be friends with the popular kids. It’s why Broderick was not fired or suspended. It’s why we all just smiled and waved at Aerynn as she walked by after smashing a title into the face of Jamie Hensley.”
“Guys like Vince Jones and Sentinel are jocks. Vince is a bully, yes, but he is a workhorse in that ring. Sentinel is that same way, in that he is a worker. They are athletes trying to hone their skills. Silver Baron and Tedman are the stoners, and people laugh at the idiots the same way people laugh at monkeys are the zoo. Sang Réal are the class clowns and guys like Boob Brooks are the nerds.”
“And you, the Children of Nephilim? Well, you are the goth kids that no one finds scary despite how many times they tell everyone to.”
::“The Once and Future King” shakes his head and smirks.::
“I set out to destroy the Children of Nephilim. That is not a threat or a declaration just to make myself sound tough. It is a promise. I will not stop until I have taken down Bene Elohim, Miako, Danaka Bayne herself, and then finally drag her master into the darkness and I end the Children of Nephilim once and for all.”
“You have faced K.I.S.S., Jeszika Gautier, Aerynn Donnelly, and Broderick Montgomery, and each of them stopped short of destroying you. They won their matches against you, and then they stopped fighting you. Jeszika went on to better things and became UWA Champion after she stopped wasting time with you losers. K.I.S.S. helped beat you back and became UWA Tag Team Champions, and now Ashley is the North American Champion and Bethany has the UWA World Heavyweight Championship, and you have nothing. Aerynn went on to lose the title, but may be a mother, unless Broderick screwed that kid up with his attack. Even Broderick Montgomery III has moved on with his life after swearing revenge. Apparently, he does that a lot. But he’s found love, he’s moved on.”
“They stopped after fighting to defend the UWA. They stopped after beating you, because they had completely and irrevocably destroyed the image of the Children of Nephilim as an unstoppable, unchallengeable, unbeatable army of darkness. You’re just goths who forgot their places in the social structure of High School UWA, so the popular kids had to knock you back down the pecking order.”
::Malice and anger start to become more audible in the voice of “the Canadian Legend”. His hand wraps around the crowbar and lifts it up off the desk.::
“They are not monsters. No. They are not monsters like you pretend to be Children of Nephilim. They beat you, yes, but they did not set out to destroy you. They held you back, yes, but they did not press forward to crush you. No matter what they have done, while it may be terrible acts like Jeszika holding a submission hold on too long, Aerynn attacking Jamie Hensley or Broderick attacking Aerynn, neither K.I.S.S. nor Jeszika nor Aerynn nor Broderick are monsters, nor do they have it in them to reach that level. Every action I have just mentioned or against you were out of anger or to protect the UWA, and they got away with it, because they were the popular kids putting the goths in their place.”
“I have not cared about the UWA for many, many months. Unlike the ACW or OWO or FUW, this place is not home. This place is not a place I enjoy coming to every week. The UWA is nothing more than NEW with a new paint job and lack of celebrating one man’s penis and raising it to a place of honor higher than every single championship. It is the same screw Kyle Travis mentality I had to deal with there and in the LAW. This place is a paycheck. That is all it is, that is all it ever will be to me, nothing more and nothing less than a paycheck until something better comes along, and then watch how fast I leave.”
::Travis pushes himself away from the desk and then walks out the room and out into the school’s hallway, walking past the lockers. There are no banners or anything to indicate what school he is in.::
“I watched a man strike down a pregnant woman on live TV, and his punishment is only that he, a perfectly healthy man, is somehow now not medically cleared to wrestle. I have been fired for less. If I did what Broderick did, I would have been fired. Hell, they made Jeszika Gautier’s keeping a submission hold on Aerynn Donnelly out to be a far, far greater atrocity than anything you, Children of Nephilim or I could ever have done. And her punishment was that Georgio considered maybe possibly thinking about thinking about considering possibly considering thinking about considering thinking of stripping her of the UWA Championship, and suspended her for a few weeks. If it was me, he’d have stripped me of the title right then and there and suspended me.”
::The crowbar slowly twists in his hand.::
“I still cannot challenge for titles. I beat Craven in a match at Tragic Engagement. Hell, I owned him at Tragic Engagement, and yet, despite what he said, Georgio Oliver never rescinded the edict.”
“Why in the name of all that is holy would I fight for this place when I would be the first person to walk out the door for something better?
::Travis stops walking and spreads his arms outward, as if asking the universe to answer him.::
“The UWA is not my home; it’s a paycheck and that’s all it has been for a very, very long time. The people in the back are not my friends. It’s a God damned high school back there. It’s just clique after clique after clique and if you do not belong to one, you do not matter. I am just here to do what I have to do and leave as soon as the bell rings.”
::He lowers his arms and starts walking again.::
“No Children of Nephilim, if I was truly honest with myself, I am the student who wants to kick down the door, and walk through the halls with an assault rifle and just start shooting every damn person I see in the halls and classrooms of High School UWA like so many American schools in the last twenty years.”
“And I am very, very aware of how wrong and disturbing that statement is. I find it more wrong and disturbing that every time it happens, the same debate about never letting it happen again comes up and the same lack of actions or reforms is taken. But I have honestly reached the point of not caring.”
“As I said, this is high school, and I am waiting for graduation so I can go to college and forget about you people, because I am not going to the ten year reunion or until I can transfer out of here.”
“Do you think I care that people are starting to cheer me? Do you think I am doing this for the people, to win their favor so that maybe, just maybe I can get away with stuff? I have never cared about those people. They cheer me because I am facing someone they do not like. They will boo me as soon as I step into the ring with someone they do.”
“I am just so sick and tired of seeing the Children of Nephilim. I am just so damn bored with watching every single Mayhem, and it’s the same crap, listening to you over and over and over again, going on and on and on about the same banal and pointless threats and dogma.”
“You are not monsters Children of Nephilim.”
::Every now and then, Travis looks into a classroom, as if he is seeking something or someone.::
“In the high school that is the UWA locker room, you are the dark and brooding wannabe goth vampire kids with your little books of depressing emo poetry, thinking you are all dark and brooding and how that makes you bad ass, and you tell us that we should be afraid of you because you’ve summoned demons, when in reality, you’ve sat in your room smoking with your friends with a pentagram drawn on the floor and Ouija board in the middle you’re all too afraid to touch while you write more depressing emo goth poetry and complain how everything is super lame and everyone is stupid and you’re all enlightened because you’re dark and brooding. Meanwhile the rest of us are waiting for either the popular girls or jocks to cyber bully you to suicide, but no matter how hard they tried, you wouldn’t just end your pathetic lives.”
::Travis brings the crowbar up and holds it in a position that cannot be mistaken for anything other than the way a person holds a rifle. It somehow makes that predatory look of his much, much worse as he moves through the halls of a high school.::
“Who am I in High School UWA?”
“I am the kid who just wanted a fresh start, some respect. Instead I was treated like crap again and again and again. All I wanted was a fresh start. All I wanted was a little respect. I would like to think that in my career, I have accomplished and done things that were worthy of respect, and apparently, I was wrong and the entire last 16 years of my life were just a colossal waste of time. I am the kid that school broke through bullying, and instead of talking about it, or finding a constructive outlet, I am simply starting the killing spree, that, despite every warning sight and my own history will show, no one claims they saw it coming. I am the kid who will bath the hallways in blood, your blood Children of Nephilim, and it starts when I pull the trigger Bene Elohim.”
“I was all set to come here and play by the rules. I walked in here and I was ready for a fresh start, new opportunities and promises that for once, I would get the respect I deserved. I wanted a fresh start. I was promised that the UWA would be nothing like the NEW, it would be different. It’s the same damn company. It’s making the same damn mistakes, doing the same damn thing. The only real difference is the UWA lacks heroes, but the few self-appointed heroes it has have yet to totally sell out to the powers that be, and there is not someone here going on about how great his dick is, and everyone treating it like it is the most coveted item in the company, even higher than the world title.”
“See, here’s the thing you forget Bene Elohim, and this is something Danaka seems to have forgotten as well. And it is the one thing that makes me very, very dangerous.”
::There is nothing in his voice other than the malice, the anger and the hatred he’s had in there for several months now.::
“I. Have. NO. Future. In. The. UWA.”
“See, you still cling to hope, you still come into the UWA believing you have a future here. That hope is why you walked out a few weeks ago and declared your entry into the fatal fourway for the UWA Tag Team Championship. Yes, you lost. But hope that you would win and bring the Children of Nephilim a title led you to do it. That spark of hope is why Joshua McBride led you to believe he could take over the UWA, and you followed him. That spark of hope is why Danaka goes on about whatever she is talking about, and why you believe whatever lies she and her master tell you. That spark of hope that each member of the Children of Nephilim, that you will once again rise like a dark phoenix rising from the ashes, or a great and terrible dragon now waking from ancient slumber to rain destruction down upon the UWA is why you will never be monsters.”
“I do not have that spark of hope for a great and glorious future here. I do not hold to be belief that things will get better for me. I do not have a tomorrow after this Bene Elohim. I have NOTHING!”
“So welcome, Children of Nephilim, to the shooting gallery that every American school risks becoming. I am locked, loaded and ready to walk through High School UWA with the intend to slaughter. Only this time, this time, it will not be a national tragedy that sparks questions or debates or outcries for change that will never come because the puppets of the powers that be will not allow it. No, this time, when the trigger is pulled, there will be cheering.”
“Bene Elohim, you are the first target I have in my sights and I am more than ready to pull the trigger. And I am going to enjoy it. I will enjoy every, single second of the massacre that will be what I do you the Children of Nephilim, because I am a monster. High School UWA made me become a monster.”
::Travis moves towards the main entrance way of the school.::
“So ask yourselves, really ask yourselves, which is more dangerous? You, a pair of wannabe posers following some stupid bitch going on about the same nonsense as the last guy while feeding you false hope and promises that you keep shoving down your gullets? Or me? A person who has embraced the fact he is a monster, and has no problem with the slaughter of ever single member of the Children of Nephilim, because he knows he has no tomorrow? You, a pair of attack dogs coming to try and win a match and put me down in the process? Or me, the guy who does not care if he wins the match, because he knows a win does not matter, and instead is coming simple to end you and everything you believe in?”
“It’s not His will you should worry about, it’s mine. Give your souls to Him, because everything else of your worthless carcasses belongs to me! What you call cowardice for going after a dying animal, I consider a mercy killing, because I will put the Children of Nephilim out of everyone’s misery.”
::He pushes the doors open and walks out of the school. The doors close behind him. He raises the crowbar, holding it at the curved end, pointing it forward and staring down it like he was holding a gun.::
“Sunday, March 31st, 2015, will live on as the day the High School UWA massacre began, and it will not end until I have slaughtered every single member of the Children of Nephilim. I will bathe High School UWA in your blood and there is NO ONE on God’s green earth that is going to care or come to save you. March 31st, 2015, will mark the day the Children of Nephilim learned what a true monster is.”
::There is only a slight twitch of his finger like he is pulling a trigger.::
“Bang.”
::Kyle Travis lowers the weapon and walks off. The scene fades out on the school.::
::“The Canadian Legend” is leaning on the desk with his head down. He seems oblivious that he is in a class room. His signature weapon, the crowbar, is laying on the desk::
“In high school, there are cliques. You have the nerds, the jocks, the popular kids, the stoners, the goths, the theater kids, the class clowns, the trouble makers and the wannabe posers.”
“When I look at the UWA locker room, I did not see a professional wrestling company’s locker room full of athletes ready to compete. I look at the UWA and I see a high school. I see some sort of banal, repetitive teenage high school drama you’d see on the CW.”
“I have walked in and half excepted to hear a school bell, or see Sam Johnson up a black board trying to teach or hear Lula and Chase make morning announcements or Georgio gives us homework over the weekend.”
::Travis runs his hands through his hair, sliding his hands over the back of his head, around the sides under his ears and then over his face. He slides his hands down his face and leans his head back. He laughs.::
“We’re less a wrestling company and more of a high school.”
::Travis shakes his head and smirks.::
“Don’t believe me?”
::His left hand touches the crowbar.::
“Ashley and Bethany Kenyon, Jesizka Gautier, Aerynn Donnelly, and Broderick Montgomery are the popular kids, and you know they will be on every show. The only reason anyone believes Sentinel is Jeszika’s stalker is because they are the popular kids and they tell everyone what to think, because everyone wants to be friends with the popular kids. It’s why Broderick was not fired or suspended. It’s why we all just smiled and waved at Aerynn as she walked by after smashing a title into the face of Jamie Hensley.”
“Guys like Vince Jones and Sentinel are jocks. Vince is a bully, yes, but he is a workhorse in that ring. Sentinel is that same way, in that he is a worker. They are athletes trying to hone their skills. Silver Baron and Tedman are the stoners, and people laugh at the idiots the same way people laugh at monkeys are the zoo. Sang Réal are the class clowns and guys like Boob Brooks are the nerds.”
“And you, the Children of Nephilim? Well, you are the goth kids that no one finds scary despite how many times they tell everyone to.”
::“The Once and Future King” shakes his head and smirks.::
“I set out to destroy the Children of Nephilim. That is not a threat or a declaration just to make myself sound tough. It is a promise. I will not stop until I have taken down Bene Elohim, Miako, Danaka Bayne herself, and then finally drag her master into the darkness and I end the Children of Nephilim once and for all.”
“You have faced K.I.S.S., Jeszika Gautier, Aerynn Donnelly, and Broderick Montgomery, and each of them stopped short of destroying you. They won their matches against you, and then they stopped fighting you. Jeszika went on to better things and became UWA Champion after she stopped wasting time with you losers. K.I.S.S. helped beat you back and became UWA Tag Team Champions, and now Ashley is the North American Champion and Bethany has the UWA World Heavyweight Championship, and you have nothing. Aerynn went on to lose the title, but may be a mother, unless Broderick screwed that kid up with his attack. Even Broderick Montgomery III has moved on with his life after swearing revenge. Apparently, he does that a lot. But he’s found love, he’s moved on.”
“They stopped after fighting to defend the UWA. They stopped after beating you, because they had completely and irrevocably destroyed the image of the Children of Nephilim as an unstoppable, unchallengeable, unbeatable army of darkness. You’re just goths who forgot their places in the social structure of High School UWA, so the popular kids had to knock you back down the pecking order.”
::Malice and anger start to become more audible in the voice of “the Canadian Legend”. His hand wraps around the crowbar and lifts it up off the desk.::
“They are not monsters. No. They are not monsters like you pretend to be Children of Nephilim. They beat you, yes, but they did not set out to destroy you. They held you back, yes, but they did not press forward to crush you. No matter what they have done, while it may be terrible acts like Jeszika holding a submission hold on too long, Aerynn attacking Jamie Hensley or Broderick attacking Aerynn, neither K.I.S.S. nor Jeszika nor Aerynn nor Broderick are monsters, nor do they have it in them to reach that level. Every action I have just mentioned or against you were out of anger or to protect the UWA, and they got away with it, because they were the popular kids putting the goths in their place.”
“I have not cared about the UWA for many, many months. Unlike the ACW or OWO or FUW, this place is not home. This place is not a place I enjoy coming to every week. The UWA is nothing more than NEW with a new paint job and lack of celebrating one man’s penis and raising it to a place of honor higher than every single championship. It is the same screw Kyle Travis mentality I had to deal with there and in the LAW. This place is a paycheck. That is all it is, that is all it ever will be to me, nothing more and nothing less than a paycheck until something better comes along, and then watch how fast I leave.”
::Travis pushes himself away from the desk and then walks out the room and out into the school’s hallway, walking past the lockers. There are no banners or anything to indicate what school he is in.::
“I watched a man strike down a pregnant woman on live TV, and his punishment is only that he, a perfectly healthy man, is somehow now not medically cleared to wrestle. I have been fired for less. If I did what Broderick did, I would have been fired. Hell, they made Jeszika Gautier’s keeping a submission hold on Aerynn Donnelly out to be a far, far greater atrocity than anything you, Children of Nephilim or I could ever have done. And her punishment was that Georgio considered maybe possibly thinking about thinking about considering possibly considering thinking about considering thinking of stripping her of the UWA Championship, and suspended her for a few weeks. If it was me, he’d have stripped me of the title right then and there and suspended me.”
::The crowbar slowly twists in his hand.::
“I still cannot challenge for titles. I beat Craven in a match at Tragic Engagement. Hell, I owned him at Tragic Engagement, and yet, despite what he said, Georgio Oliver never rescinded the edict.”
“Why in the name of all that is holy would I fight for this place when I would be the first person to walk out the door for something better?
::Travis stops walking and spreads his arms outward, as if asking the universe to answer him.::
“The UWA is not my home; it’s a paycheck and that’s all it has been for a very, very long time. The people in the back are not my friends. It’s a God damned high school back there. It’s just clique after clique after clique and if you do not belong to one, you do not matter. I am just here to do what I have to do and leave as soon as the bell rings.”
::He lowers his arms and starts walking again.::
“No Children of Nephilim, if I was truly honest with myself, I am the student who wants to kick down the door, and walk through the halls with an assault rifle and just start shooting every damn person I see in the halls and classrooms of High School UWA like so many American schools in the last twenty years.”
“And I am very, very aware of how wrong and disturbing that statement is. I find it more wrong and disturbing that every time it happens, the same debate about never letting it happen again comes up and the same lack of actions or reforms is taken. But I have honestly reached the point of not caring.”
“As I said, this is high school, and I am waiting for graduation so I can go to college and forget about you people, because I am not going to the ten year reunion or until I can transfer out of here.”
“Do you think I care that people are starting to cheer me? Do you think I am doing this for the people, to win their favor so that maybe, just maybe I can get away with stuff? I have never cared about those people. They cheer me because I am facing someone they do not like. They will boo me as soon as I step into the ring with someone they do.”
“I am just so sick and tired of seeing the Children of Nephilim. I am just so damn bored with watching every single Mayhem, and it’s the same crap, listening to you over and over and over again, going on and on and on about the same banal and pointless threats and dogma.”
“You are not monsters Children of Nephilim.”
::Every now and then, Travis looks into a classroom, as if he is seeking something or someone.::
“In the high school that is the UWA locker room, you are the dark and brooding wannabe goth vampire kids with your little books of depressing emo poetry, thinking you are all dark and brooding and how that makes you bad ass, and you tell us that we should be afraid of you because you’ve summoned demons, when in reality, you’ve sat in your room smoking with your friends with a pentagram drawn on the floor and Ouija board in the middle you’re all too afraid to touch while you write more depressing emo goth poetry and complain how everything is super lame and everyone is stupid and you’re all enlightened because you’re dark and brooding. Meanwhile the rest of us are waiting for either the popular girls or jocks to cyber bully you to suicide, but no matter how hard they tried, you wouldn’t just end your pathetic lives.”
::Travis brings the crowbar up and holds it in a position that cannot be mistaken for anything other than the way a person holds a rifle. It somehow makes that predatory look of his much, much worse as he moves through the halls of a high school.::
“Who am I in High School UWA?”
“I am the kid who just wanted a fresh start, some respect. Instead I was treated like crap again and again and again. All I wanted was a fresh start. All I wanted was a little respect. I would like to think that in my career, I have accomplished and done things that were worthy of respect, and apparently, I was wrong and the entire last 16 years of my life were just a colossal waste of time. I am the kid that school broke through bullying, and instead of talking about it, or finding a constructive outlet, I am simply starting the killing spree, that, despite every warning sight and my own history will show, no one claims they saw it coming. I am the kid who will bath the hallways in blood, your blood Children of Nephilim, and it starts when I pull the trigger Bene Elohim.”
“I was all set to come here and play by the rules. I walked in here and I was ready for a fresh start, new opportunities and promises that for once, I would get the respect I deserved. I wanted a fresh start. I was promised that the UWA would be nothing like the NEW, it would be different. It’s the same damn company. It’s making the same damn mistakes, doing the same damn thing. The only real difference is the UWA lacks heroes, but the few self-appointed heroes it has have yet to totally sell out to the powers that be, and there is not someone here going on about how great his dick is, and everyone treating it like it is the most coveted item in the company, even higher than the world title.”
“See, here’s the thing you forget Bene Elohim, and this is something Danaka seems to have forgotten as well. And it is the one thing that makes me very, very dangerous.”
::There is nothing in his voice other than the malice, the anger and the hatred he’s had in there for several months now.::
“I. Have. NO. Future. In. The. UWA.”
“See, you still cling to hope, you still come into the UWA believing you have a future here. That hope is why you walked out a few weeks ago and declared your entry into the fatal fourway for the UWA Tag Team Championship. Yes, you lost. But hope that you would win and bring the Children of Nephilim a title led you to do it. That spark of hope is why Joshua McBride led you to believe he could take over the UWA, and you followed him. That spark of hope is why Danaka goes on about whatever she is talking about, and why you believe whatever lies she and her master tell you. That spark of hope that each member of the Children of Nephilim, that you will once again rise like a dark phoenix rising from the ashes, or a great and terrible dragon now waking from ancient slumber to rain destruction down upon the UWA is why you will never be monsters.”
“I do not have that spark of hope for a great and glorious future here. I do not hold to be belief that things will get better for me. I do not have a tomorrow after this Bene Elohim. I have NOTHING!”
“So welcome, Children of Nephilim, to the shooting gallery that every American school risks becoming. I am locked, loaded and ready to walk through High School UWA with the intend to slaughter. Only this time, this time, it will not be a national tragedy that sparks questions or debates or outcries for change that will never come because the puppets of the powers that be will not allow it. No, this time, when the trigger is pulled, there will be cheering.”
“Bene Elohim, you are the first target I have in my sights and I am more than ready to pull the trigger. And I am going to enjoy it. I will enjoy every, single second of the massacre that will be what I do you the Children of Nephilim, because I am a monster. High School UWA made me become a monster.”
::Travis moves towards the main entrance way of the school.::
“So ask yourselves, really ask yourselves, which is more dangerous? You, a pair of wannabe posers following some stupid bitch going on about the same nonsense as the last guy while feeding you false hope and promises that you keep shoving down your gullets? Or me? A person who has embraced the fact he is a monster, and has no problem with the slaughter of ever single member of the Children of Nephilim, because he knows he has no tomorrow? You, a pair of attack dogs coming to try and win a match and put me down in the process? Or me, the guy who does not care if he wins the match, because he knows a win does not matter, and instead is coming simple to end you and everything you believe in?”
“It’s not His will you should worry about, it’s mine. Give your souls to Him, because everything else of your worthless carcasses belongs to me! What you call cowardice for going after a dying animal, I consider a mercy killing, because I will put the Children of Nephilim out of everyone’s misery.”
::He pushes the doors open and walks out of the school. The doors close behind him. He raises the crowbar, holding it at the curved end, pointing it forward and staring down it like he was holding a gun.::
“Sunday, March 31st, 2015, will live on as the day the High School UWA massacre began, and it will not end until I have slaughtered every single member of the Children of Nephilim. I will bathe High School UWA in your blood and there is NO ONE on God’s green earth that is going to care or come to save you. March 31st, 2015, will mark the day the Children of Nephilim learned what a true monster is.”
::There is only a slight twitch of his finger like he is pulling a trigger.::
“Bang.”
::Kyle Travis lowers the weapon and walks off. The scene fades out on the school.::