Post by Kyle Travis on Mar 1, 2014 12:56:11 GMT -6
::The room has no windows, but is still well lit. In the center of the back wall is a desk with a laptop and telephone, appointment book, pens, and a chair. Above the desk are five world championship title belt replicas, each representing one of the six world title reigns won by the man who owns this room. One each side of the desk are shelves with awards and plaques. Along one wall is a framed photo of the same man after winning various championship belts. On each frame is a plaque with the title, the event, the date, the venue and the opponent beaten when the title was won, some of them have two plagues that indicate more than one reign. Along the other wall are various magazine covers and photos depicting a long career, most of the moments are less than well meaning, uplifting and wholesome moments and are, in fact, quite violent and just evil. Also on those walls are two collages, depicting the end of the careers of Kyona Eph’Pha’Tha’ and Hiashi Shinsuma. The common theme in the photos in one man in all of them; Kyle Travis.::
::This is his trophy room, redesigned due to the move a few months ago, no longer in a room with a window, and no longer with trophy cases filled with replica title belts, due to size restrictions of the room, but still rather spacious. Some have called it arrogant, or living in the past or self-aggrandizing. To Kyle Travis, it is a room that shows a career worth having.::
::That same man stands in the center of his trophy room. Dressed in a pair of black pants, and a black golf shirt, he stands there holding a copy of John Milton’s Paradise Lost, which tells the story of Lucifer’s fall from Heaven to Hell and man’s exile from the Garden of Eden, considered one of the greatest written works in English literature.::
““Better to reign in Hell, than to serve in Heaven” John Milton, Paradise Lost, Book 1, line 261.”
::“The Canadian Legend” closes the book and sets it on the desk.::
“The question I have been asked so many times, what has been speculated about, is why I would leave a big time promotion like New Era Wrestling for a small time start up company like Unchained Wrestling Alliance?”
“Someone would think that something like that was heaven, what every wrestler strives for. All the glitz, the glamour, the big time matches, selling out huge arenas, the big paydays and the royalty checks from tons of crappy merchandise. Those same people would look at this place, trying to fill some small venue, without the glitz, glamour and all the money that comes with it, and think it was a kind of hell. For a guy like me, they would think it was hell. However, that is where they are wrong.”
“You see, Castiel, I just escaped my own personal hell. I walked into New Era Wrestling a year ago, and was stuck in a dark match. When I actually made it on to a television taping, they sent loser after loser at me, while every champion in the company ignored an open challenge. When I finally, FINALLY, gained an opportunity at a title, it was a joke belt I barely consider a real title. And after that, I was stuck in the low level mid-card, trying to win one of the company’s major titles, not realizing yet that every title was held in reserve for someone else. Sure, people got to win them, but they always found their way back to their true owners. No matter what I did, no matter how hard I wrestled, who I beat, I never got anywhere. However I watched rookie and newcomer and loser after rookie and newcomer and loser get shot to the top for some bizarre reason. Meanwhile, every opponent kept telling me what I had done in my career didn’t matter, that my past didn’t matter, and that I was not good enough, despite my victories or anything I did. It was an environment of “what have you done lately” and I deserve better.”
::Travis glances around the room for a moment, taking in the memories of his long career in a room many people in NEW mocked him for having, while one of their own decorated his home with images of his own phallus, and made mention of it in nearly every promo he ever cut, but was never called arrogant or mocked for it.::
::Slowly, “the Once and Future King” spreads his left hand, the hand he uses for the Cold Snap, as he is left handed, and closes it into a fist. He sounds both a offended and angry. There is a level of hate in that man’s voice.::
“I had that crap pulled on my for five years in the League of American Wrestlers, told it was never good enough or and made false promise after false promise. I told myself never again.”
“A guy like me takes a year off Castiel, and when he comes back, it should be talked about, lauded or at least acknowledged. Yet in New Era Wrestling, nothing, they just had me there and had no idea what to do with me.”
“I complain about management and no one listens, but, and I should have seen it coming, because it happened to me already, when someone else, an established star there, who spent the entire year as number one contender to the world title, starts to complain about management, everyone rallies to his cause. Never mind I had been saying the same thing for weeks before him. Never mind I said it first. He was the guy they wanted to be saying it, but no one in the crowd took it seriously, that didn’t stop them from letting him basically ripping me off. Meanwhile, everything I said was ignored, just like everything I ever did in the company or in my entire career.”
::Opening his hand, Travis gestures to the room that showcases highlights of his over a decade in the business, a career that started in 1999, when no one thought he would make it, to today, where after so many titles and main events and great matches, he could be called a legend, but felt he never truly gained the respect he deserves for the past year. He drops his hand.::
“I am not the type of person to be pushed aside and ignored. Not with my career, not with everything I have done. Not after everything I had been through and worked for. I deserve better. I was forced to settle low on the card, clawing my way to even a shred of opportunity while others were handed opportunity after opportunity, or just practically given titles, and I deserve so much better then what I was forced to settle for in NEW.
“The management there is the like a mule with a spinning wheel, and NEW is the wheel. You have no idea how they got it, and they have no idea how to use it. This company has already had two bi-weekly shows and one pay-per-view and they are much more interesting and entertaining that the three shows NEW puts on every two weeks and a lot better than their pay-per-views.”
“Aerynn Donnely is a one time UWA Champion, and has held the title for less than a week and I still consider her a more respectable and legitimate champion than the three-time NEW World Champion Romeo Stylez.”
::Travis takes a deep breath and slides his hands through his hair, bringing them down and around the back of his neck under his ears, and brings them together and slides his hands down his face, clapping them together.
“I would rather spend my days in a company that appreciates what I do, and will reward those who work their asses off to make it great than work for a company that will just promote the same champions over and over again, give the belts to the same people again and again and again while everyone else works their asses and gets no where for it. I want to work for a company where I can earn my place, where I can prove why I am a legend in this business and get the respect I deserve while I watch other wrestlers try and climb the ladder to the top safe in the knowledge that while there will always be top guys in the company, any one of them can make it to that level. I want to be somewhere where a spot at the top is earned and defended, not handed and then kept regardless of skill, talent or work ethic.”
::He smiles a bit.::
“What did Georgio Oliver promise me to get me to come here? What did he say to get me to leave and come here?”
“Should we all expect Georgio to name me number one contender at this upcoming Mayhem? Am I getting paid a lot of money to come here? Am I getting movies or T-shirts or whatever?”
::Travis shakes his head.::
“No, actually, it was none of those things. Georgio is not going to name me the number one contender to the UWA Championship. I am not getting paid a ridiculous amount of money. I am not debuting with t-shirts and DVDs and an action figure or getting put in some direct to DVD movie. So why, why did I sign with Unchained Wrestling Alliance? Why did I leave some big company to come here?”
“For a year, I was out of this business and when I returned, signed with New Era Wrestling after people I thought I could trust told me how great the company was. When I got there, I received no fanfare. My name had been forgotten and I was never truly allowed to remind people what my name meant. I declared my intentions to become NEW World Heavyweight Champion and everyone acted like I was some rookie who just walked in and demanded a title shot on the merit of his showing up. That will not happen here Castiel. That, Castiel, is what Georgio Oliver promised me. He promised me everything NEW failed to give me for over year if I would just sign with him and I did ”
::“The Once and Future King” unclasps his hands, spreading them out.::
“I came here because Georgio promised me the respect I deserved, a chance to earn my spot. He promised me the opportunity to show the world what I am truly capable of. No more getting pushed aside. No more being forced to settle for less than I deserve or earn while I watch newcomer and rookie be shot up the ladder or handed opportunities just because they show up.”
::Travis points at his chest.::
“I will not be ignored!”
::He points at his chest again.::
“I will not be pushed aside!”
::He points at his chest yet again.::
“I will rise to the top of the Unchained Wrestling Alliance!”
::Again, he points at his chest.::
“I will become the UWA Champion, and prove while I am “the Once and Future King”!”
::One more time, Travis points at his chest.::
“I will show every single person here why I am “the Canadian Legend”!”
::Travis points at his chest one final time before extending his left hand and closes his fist, pulling it back.::
“I have no fallen anywhere Castiel. As a matter of fact, I have risen. This is my time. I will carve a path to the UWA Championship in the blood, sweat and tears, in the broken bodies and shattered dreams of every opponent I beat on my way to the top. It starts with you Castiel. You are the first body on my path to the top of the Unchained Wrestling Alliance.”
::He points to the wall of title belts, showing that there is still room on that wall, and then to the titles above the desk.::
“Maybe you have God on your side Castiel, and maybe Jesus is your co-pilot, but at Monday Night Mayhem, they cannot help you Castiel. All the praying in the world will not save you. You may be sent on a holy mission that somehow involves wrestling, but it will not help you at all Castiel. Too long I have waited to carve my kingdom back into wrestling. Too long I have waited to make my way back to the top. You will not stand in my wait. Your faith may be strong, but your skills are what will be tested at Mayhem and I do not think you have what it takes.”
::Travis lowers his hand, and looks ahead of him. There is a cold predatory look in the eyes of man known as “the Once and Future King”, “the Canadian Legend”. He starts to spread his fingers on his left hand, opening and closing them, stretching them to keep his hand loose.::
“So go ahead Castiel, walk through the valley of the shadow of death, and fear no evil for the Lord is your shepard, but in the end, it will not matter. You will walk through the valley, and you will learn to fear evil, because at Mayhem, your shepard will lead you into the ring like a lamb to the slaughter, and I am that slaughter. I am the evil you will learn to fear.”
::He closes his hand in a fist as he keeps that predatory glare straight ahead of him.::
“Castiel, you can give your soul to the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit, but at Mayhem, you ass belongs to me. Your faith may be strong, but I will break your pride and you and every person in the UWA will learn to bow to “the Once and Future King”.”
::The scene slowly fades to black on that look in the eyes of Kyle Travis.::
“Challenge and learn.”
::And the scene fades to black.::
::This is his trophy room, redesigned due to the move a few months ago, no longer in a room with a window, and no longer with trophy cases filled with replica title belts, due to size restrictions of the room, but still rather spacious. Some have called it arrogant, or living in the past or self-aggrandizing. To Kyle Travis, it is a room that shows a career worth having.::
::That same man stands in the center of his trophy room. Dressed in a pair of black pants, and a black golf shirt, he stands there holding a copy of John Milton’s Paradise Lost, which tells the story of Lucifer’s fall from Heaven to Hell and man’s exile from the Garden of Eden, considered one of the greatest written works in English literature.::
““Better to reign in Hell, than to serve in Heaven” John Milton, Paradise Lost, Book 1, line 261.”
::“The Canadian Legend” closes the book and sets it on the desk.::
“The question I have been asked so many times, what has been speculated about, is why I would leave a big time promotion like New Era Wrestling for a small time start up company like Unchained Wrestling Alliance?”
“Someone would think that something like that was heaven, what every wrestler strives for. All the glitz, the glamour, the big time matches, selling out huge arenas, the big paydays and the royalty checks from tons of crappy merchandise. Those same people would look at this place, trying to fill some small venue, without the glitz, glamour and all the money that comes with it, and think it was a kind of hell. For a guy like me, they would think it was hell. However, that is where they are wrong.”
“You see, Castiel, I just escaped my own personal hell. I walked into New Era Wrestling a year ago, and was stuck in a dark match. When I actually made it on to a television taping, they sent loser after loser at me, while every champion in the company ignored an open challenge. When I finally, FINALLY, gained an opportunity at a title, it was a joke belt I barely consider a real title. And after that, I was stuck in the low level mid-card, trying to win one of the company’s major titles, not realizing yet that every title was held in reserve for someone else. Sure, people got to win them, but they always found their way back to their true owners. No matter what I did, no matter how hard I wrestled, who I beat, I never got anywhere. However I watched rookie and newcomer and loser after rookie and newcomer and loser get shot to the top for some bizarre reason. Meanwhile, every opponent kept telling me what I had done in my career didn’t matter, that my past didn’t matter, and that I was not good enough, despite my victories or anything I did. It was an environment of “what have you done lately” and I deserve better.”
::Travis glances around the room for a moment, taking in the memories of his long career in a room many people in NEW mocked him for having, while one of their own decorated his home with images of his own phallus, and made mention of it in nearly every promo he ever cut, but was never called arrogant or mocked for it.::
::Slowly, “the Once and Future King” spreads his left hand, the hand he uses for the Cold Snap, as he is left handed, and closes it into a fist. He sounds both a offended and angry. There is a level of hate in that man’s voice.::
“I had that crap pulled on my for five years in the League of American Wrestlers, told it was never good enough or and made false promise after false promise. I told myself never again.”
“A guy like me takes a year off Castiel, and when he comes back, it should be talked about, lauded or at least acknowledged. Yet in New Era Wrestling, nothing, they just had me there and had no idea what to do with me.”
“I complain about management and no one listens, but, and I should have seen it coming, because it happened to me already, when someone else, an established star there, who spent the entire year as number one contender to the world title, starts to complain about management, everyone rallies to his cause. Never mind I had been saying the same thing for weeks before him. Never mind I said it first. He was the guy they wanted to be saying it, but no one in the crowd took it seriously, that didn’t stop them from letting him basically ripping me off. Meanwhile, everything I said was ignored, just like everything I ever did in the company or in my entire career.”
::Opening his hand, Travis gestures to the room that showcases highlights of his over a decade in the business, a career that started in 1999, when no one thought he would make it, to today, where after so many titles and main events and great matches, he could be called a legend, but felt he never truly gained the respect he deserves for the past year. He drops his hand.::
“I am not the type of person to be pushed aside and ignored. Not with my career, not with everything I have done. Not after everything I had been through and worked for. I deserve better. I was forced to settle low on the card, clawing my way to even a shred of opportunity while others were handed opportunity after opportunity, or just practically given titles, and I deserve so much better then what I was forced to settle for in NEW.
“The management there is the like a mule with a spinning wheel, and NEW is the wheel. You have no idea how they got it, and they have no idea how to use it. This company has already had two bi-weekly shows and one pay-per-view and they are much more interesting and entertaining that the three shows NEW puts on every two weeks and a lot better than their pay-per-views.”
“Aerynn Donnely is a one time UWA Champion, and has held the title for less than a week and I still consider her a more respectable and legitimate champion than the three-time NEW World Champion Romeo Stylez.”
::Travis takes a deep breath and slides his hands through his hair, bringing them down and around the back of his neck under his ears, and brings them together and slides his hands down his face, clapping them together.
“I would rather spend my days in a company that appreciates what I do, and will reward those who work their asses off to make it great than work for a company that will just promote the same champions over and over again, give the belts to the same people again and again and again while everyone else works their asses and gets no where for it. I want to work for a company where I can earn my place, where I can prove why I am a legend in this business and get the respect I deserve while I watch other wrestlers try and climb the ladder to the top safe in the knowledge that while there will always be top guys in the company, any one of them can make it to that level. I want to be somewhere where a spot at the top is earned and defended, not handed and then kept regardless of skill, talent or work ethic.”
::He smiles a bit.::
“What did Georgio Oliver promise me to get me to come here? What did he say to get me to leave and come here?”
“Should we all expect Georgio to name me number one contender at this upcoming Mayhem? Am I getting paid a lot of money to come here? Am I getting movies or T-shirts or whatever?”
::Travis shakes his head.::
“No, actually, it was none of those things. Georgio is not going to name me the number one contender to the UWA Championship. I am not getting paid a ridiculous amount of money. I am not debuting with t-shirts and DVDs and an action figure or getting put in some direct to DVD movie. So why, why did I sign with Unchained Wrestling Alliance? Why did I leave some big company to come here?”
“For a year, I was out of this business and when I returned, signed with New Era Wrestling after people I thought I could trust told me how great the company was. When I got there, I received no fanfare. My name had been forgotten and I was never truly allowed to remind people what my name meant. I declared my intentions to become NEW World Heavyweight Champion and everyone acted like I was some rookie who just walked in and demanded a title shot on the merit of his showing up. That will not happen here Castiel. That, Castiel, is what Georgio Oliver promised me. He promised me everything NEW failed to give me for over year if I would just sign with him and I did ”
::“The Once and Future King” unclasps his hands, spreading them out.::
“I came here because Georgio promised me the respect I deserved, a chance to earn my spot. He promised me the opportunity to show the world what I am truly capable of. No more getting pushed aside. No more being forced to settle for less than I deserve or earn while I watch newcomer and rookie be shot up the ladder or handed opportunities just because they show up.”
::Travis points at his chest.::
“I will not be ignored!”
::He points at his chest again.::
“I will not be pushed aside!”
::He points at his chest yet again.::
“I will rise to the top of the Unchained Wrestling Alliance!”
::Again, he points at his chest.::
“I will become the UWA Champion, and prove while I am “the Once and Future King”!”
::One more time, Travis points at his chest.::
“I will show every single person here why I am “the Canadian Legend”!”
::Travis points at his chest one final time before extending his left hand and closes his fist, pulling it back.::
“I have no fallen anywhere Castiel. As a matter of fact, I have risen. This is my time. I will carve a path to the UWA Championship in the blood, sweat and tears, in the broken bodies and shattered dreams of every opponent I beat on my way to the top. It starts with you Castiel. You are the first body on my path to the top of the Unchained Wrestling Alliance.”
::He points to the wall of title belts, showing that there is still room on that wall, and then to the titles above the desk.::
“Maybe you have God on your side Castiel, and maybe Jesus is your co-pilot, but at Monday Night Mayhem, they cannot help you Castiel. All the praying in the world will not save you. You may be sent on a holy mission that somehow involves wrestling, but it will not help you at all Castiel. Too long I have waited to carve my kingdom back into wrestling. Too long I have waited to make my way back to the top. You will not stand in my wait. Your faith may be strong, but your skills are what will be tested at Mayhem and I do not think you have what it takes.”
::Travis lowers his hand, and looks ahead of him. There is a cold predatory look in the eyes of man known as “the Once and Future King”, “the Canadian Legend”. He starts to spread his fingers on his left hand, opening and closing them, stretching them to keep his hand loose.::
“So go ahead Castiel, walk through the valley of the shadow of death, and fear no evil for the Lord is your shepard, but in the end, it will not matter. You will walk through the valley, and you will learn to fear evil, because at Mayhem, your shepard will lead you into the ring like a lamb to the slaughter, and I am that slaughter. I am the evil you will learn to fear.”
::He closes his hand in a fist as he keeps that predatory glare straight ahead of him.::
“Castiel, you can give your soul to the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit, but at Mayhem, you ass belongs to me. Your faith may be strong, but I will break your pride and you and every person in the UWA will learn to bow to “the Once and Future King”.”
::The scene slowly fades to black on that look in the eyes of Kyle Travis.::
“Challenge and learn.”
::And the scene fades to black.::