Post by Kyle Travis on Mar 15, 2014 13:13:14 GMT -6
::There are many words that have been used to describe “the Canadian Legend” Kyle Travis. Some of them have been complimentary, referencing his skills in the ring. Others have been less than kind, and probably not things one would say in polite conversation, mostly things about his character. And even more are just stupid, such as the cliché accusation of sexual preference, ignoring the fact he is married, or using his initials to call him by the girl’s name “Katie”, both of which have been used lately, but still cliché.::
::However, one thing that is often overlooked is the man’s work ethic. He is usually first to arrive at an arena and the last to leave. He is one of the best, because he trains to be, honing his craft and skill like a every master does.::
::It is inside a wrestling ring in a gym in his hometown of Calgary, Alberta, Canada where “the Once and Future King” is training. In the middle of the ring, he has a sparring partner wrapped in the Pridebreaker, the submission hold he developed that, for over a decade, has never been broken or countered once applied.::
::After a few moments in the hold, the sparring partner yells his surrender. Travis keeps the hold on for a moment longer before finally releasing it and allowing his sparring partner to roll out of the ring. Travis, dressed in a tank top and gym shorts, gets to his feet and walks over to his gym bag. He takes out a bottle of water and opens it, drinking some of it down as he digs out his phone and scrolls through it. He lowers the bottle and smiles.::
::Travis holds up the phone, smiling a bit. On the screen is the line up for the upcoming episode of Monday Night Mayhem.::
“Well if it isn’t finally a match against one of the stalwart defenders of how New Era Wrestling is run? Little Miss No-One-Gets-Handed-Anything herself. A woman with the amazing ability to ignore everything wrong with the company and keep going on like nothing is wrong.”
::Travis smirks a bit as he sets his phone back in his bag and sets the water down.::
“How are Randy’s methods working out for you? Did he manage to destroy the company yet? Is it everything people keep pretending it is a great place to work or is it pretty much as I felt it was and all the reasons I left? Honestly, I am just going to assume it was exactly the same as it was when I left, where some new guy just strolls into a NEW and somehow gets a title shot or that the title is just waiting for the rightful owner to claim it.”
::“The Canadian Legend” chuckles a bit and shakes his head.::
“I find it funny that you are I were both in New Era Wrestling, and yet, we have to come here to actually wrestle each other. We had a little back and forth on the Shoutbox there, and of course, the braintrust that runs that place never saw fit to set you and me against each other in the ring. But no, because we both had to just sort of stagnant and wait around for the chosen few, the guys with reserved titles to lose them or get injured.”
“You know why I left, and you tried to tell me it was just my being paranoid, or that it wasn’t true when I said titles were reserved or they just handed shots out. Jes, you can try to deny it all you want, but we know it is true. It is why I left, and why I have a strong feeling more and more people will leave. What should have been a wake-up call is just going to be ignored as they hit the snooze alarm and go on with what they are doing until it is too late.”
::He stops smiling and looks downward. There is a bit of anger in those eyes of his. It starts to sound in his voice as he speaks. He almost sounds bitter.::
“I show off my trophy room and everyone says I am arrogant, or that it is self-aggrandizing or egotistical. I have ONE room dedicated to my career in my two floor, five bedroom, two bathroom house. So that is clearly the definition of arrogance. Yet everyone seems to look at it was a symbol of humility and humbleness when the most common decoration in Randy Altzer’s mansion is imagery of his own dick. The man talks about it in every god damn promo he cuts. How is that humble or showing humility? There are porn stars that think about cock LESS than Randy Altzer.”
::Travis turns away from the corner and walks in towards the middle of the ring. He throws his arms up in the air in a frustrated manner.::
“No matter what I said, it seemed no one really wanted to listen. I told everyone there I was leaving NEW and right after, after I lost a match, the announce team said something to the extent of that I could still turn it around. Not sure how they figured that as I was leaving in two weeks. But, yeah, clearly my leaving in two weeks was the kick in the ass I needed to turn it around and make it to the top of New Era Wrestling, and be one of those guys who gets a title reserved for them. I talk about how poorly the company is run, the reserving titles, the same people getting the shots over and over again, and everything that is wrong with NEW, and everyone acts like I am complaining or whining.”
::He quickly turns around and points as if whoever he is talking to is right in front of him.::
“But when Eric says it, says everything I had been saying, everyone rallies to his cause, even though he was repeating the same things I said. They guy who spends a year as number one contender for the World Title has no right to complain. The man is a hypocrite. He goes on this line of “Everything burns”, and yet, the man is not a revolutionary. He’s so corporate he should have a damn office.”
::Travis smiles and shakes his finger. It is not so much of happy smile, it is a bit sadistic.::
“But you know what? That lackluster announce team was right. I can turn it around, because here I am, free of NEW and ready to climb to the top of the Unchained Wrestling Alliance.”
::He stops smiling as he slaps his left hand against the palm of his right hand.::
“I lay out seamstresses, referees, production people and not one says anything. I beat the hell out of Mac Danny, the guy we all thought ran the company and nothing comes of it. Yet Purity Solanas breaks Tombstone’s leg, and they will not stop talking about it. They act like it was the most horrific thing ever done in wrestling.”
::He does it again, slapping his hand against the palm of his other hand.::
“I win a match, and no one says anything. I never seemed to get up that ladder Jes. You know this to be true. How long did you hold that glorified Hardcore title of theirs? You wore that title for a long time. Where was your opportunity at the Television Championship? Where was your North American Championship title shot? Where was your qualifier match to some World Heavyweight Championship match? You didn’t get one. You win in New Era Wrestling, and unless you are a favorite, one of the chosen few, you get nothing.”
::Travis slaps his chest. He sounds very anger, almost offended actually. He took a lot of what happened in NEW personally, because a lot of promises were made to him and they were all broken. Ironically, of the many things said about Travis, the fact his not a liar, that he is very honest, is often overlooked. He is most violent when he feels he has been lied to or betrayed.::
“I was PROMISED an opportunity at the North American Championship before I left. I had beaten Nightmare two weeks before he won the title. I should have had that shot weeks before. But no, they gave it to the guy who walked into the company like a month before.”
::He starts to laugh. It is cold, sadistic and evil, without any joy or mirth in it. It sounds a little crazy.::
“You know what though? Even if Nightmare had retained and then lost the title to me, I would still have walked out. I would have smashed that title to a thousand pieces, set it on fire and dumped the ashes out in the middle of the Unchained Wrestling Alliance ring, because I have no respect for New Era Wrestling, its titles, its champion or those too blind to see how bad it really is.”
::He stops laughing, running his hands through his hair, then around the back of his neck, under his ears and his chin, and covers his face with his hands before he slides them down his face.::
“Win and you get nothing unless you are a favorite. But lose? Well lose a match and somehow, it earns you a title shot. Except with me. Oh EVERY SINGLE TIME that I lost, everyone acted like that was it and my career was over and I would never recover, as if somehow, I was the first and only person in the entire history of New Era Wrestling to lose a match.”
::Again, he points his finger, almost jabbing with it, like he is talking to someone in frnt of him.::
“Anyone else loses, and they were like “better luck next time” or “well you lost, but have a title shot the guy who beat you should have, but we’ll give it to you”. Not with me, not when I lost. When I lost, they treated it like I would never be able to bounce back and everyone acted like since I lost one match, they could just roll over me with ease.”
::Travis turns around, his back facing the camera. He throws his arms out in a frustrated and questioning manner.::
“People there talk about respect and pride and honor and Randy’s dick, but the only thing of value they talk about is not the respect or the pride or the honor, but Randy’s dick. They talk about being heroes, and it is nothing more than an empty word. They throw it around like it has meaning, but it is hallow and empty. They are all self-serving, self-aggrandizing hypocrites.”
::He turns back to face the camera, throwing his arm out and pointing like he is accusing someone of something.::
“Even you Jeszika.”
::He lowers his hand, shaking his head.::
“It amazed me that you could defend that company?
::He claps his hands together, as if pleading.::
“Please tell me you did the smart thing like me and so many others and just walked away. I did and I tell you it is the best decision I ever made.”
“What I have here is everything I should have had in New Era Wrestling. I have respect and I have fear. I did not ask for it. I never have. I DEMAND IT. And here, they will give it to me whether they like it or not.”
::He looks upward.::
“I have been here for only a month, and I am able to TV time. I am able to get matches and actually climb the ladder and actually want to be here as opposed to just going through the motions, completely not even wanting to be there. I am able to stand here and help make UWA the company it can be. NEW is like the Titanic. It is an illusion of grandeur and no one wants to face the reality that it has hit the iceberg and it is about to sink and maybe only a handful of survivors are going to get out of there. I was one of the lucky ones. I got out.”
::Travis lowers his head and shakes it a bit.::
“And yes, maybe some of it was my fault. After all, I lost here and there, yet somehow never received a title shot from my losses like so many others. And yes, like many others, I was overlooked and passed over by newcomers who just walked into the building and received main event opportunities. I suppose I just lost the passion to wrestle and bother coming into work when I seemed to be the only guy legitimately concerned with this, unlike you, or anyone else there who thought Mac or Randy could run the place.”
::He shrugs.::
“Jeszika Gautier, you may think I have not been paying attention, that I was wrapped up in my own little world, but I was not. I know you are good. I know you are tough. You held the No Limits Championship for a very long time and wrestled a lot of brutal matches. I know that I am not just going to be able to roll over you and get an easy win. I have been watching, and I know what you are capable of doing in that ring.”
“If I had any doubt in my mind of what you were capable of, then at Tragic Engagement, you proved what you could do. Donzig beat you from post to post and you STILL beat him. He gave you everything he had and you still fought and you never gave up Jeszika. Maybe it was luck and maybe it was skill, but you managed to pull out the victory despite all the punishment you took. That one match tells me a lot.”
“That one match told me you everything I need to know about you. I know you are tough. I know that you will not give up. I know that you can get knocked down, but it takes a hell of a lot of effort to keep you down. And I know that here in UWA, you can make it as a star.”
::Again, he smirks. It is almost like he enjoys the idea of watching someone else trying to climb the ladder of NEW, not realizing that in reality, they are just trying to dig out of a hole by digging another hole out, like everyone who isn’t hand-picked talent or has a reserved championship waiting for them.::
“But I also know that no matter how good you are, how many people you beat, NEW never really had any plans for you to make it to the top of their company. And that is really sad. But here in the Unchained Wrestling Alliance, I have no doubt you can succeed, because there are not favorites. There is no chosen elite, no reserved titles.”
“Now sure, maybe one of those Children MAY get a shot at Areynn Donnelly and the UWA Championship, but lets be honest, they have made an impact to earn it. They didn’t just walk in here and immediately get handed a shot for showing up. They walked in here and made a name for themselves. They walked in here and showed a willingness to do what they have to. And, some of the worst things every done in human history have been done in the name of good, after all, the road to hell, good intentions, etcetera. So I am very interested in seeing what they are going to do next.”
“NEW didn’t work that way. If you were not one of the guys with a reserved title, then you were brand new to the company and somehow got a title shot for just showing up. Nomenclature is NOT how you run a company. And it is not how UWA will be run, or God help whoever’s bright idea it is to do it that way, because I will gut them like a fish.”
::The tone in his voice and the look in his eyes is enough to tell anyone that Travis has every intention of fulfilling that promise. He smiles, the malice leaving his face and voice.::
“UWA has a pretty full roster and yet they still have not chosen people to enter into qualifiers for the North American Championship. Maybe they are saving that for the next few weeks or maybe it will be at the next pay-per-view, but when those people make it in, they will do so because they earned it, not because they are hand-picked talent.”
“Now sooner or later, I am going to get a chance at a title here, and I would love it to be in the triple threat match for the North American Championship, because at that point, it is practically handing me the title. I can think of no better way to prove I should get a chance at a qualifier than to beat the person who has already qualified for the match.”
::He starts to flex and stretch and move the fingers on his left hand as that predator’s look slowly forms on his face.::
“You see Jeszika, for too long I have not been given the fear and respect I deserve and that I demand. For far too long I have had to take a backseat to the chosen few, the so-called elite or the newcomers, while being told that everything I ever did or had done didn’t mean a damn thing. That is not going to happen here. I refuse to let it. I have worked too long and too hard to let it happen here. They will give me the respect and admiration I deserve, because I am not going to give them a choice in the matter.”
“Now is the time to show the world why I am “the Canadian Legend”. Now is the time to prove why they call me “the Once and Future King”! No more taking a backseat. No more being sidelined. My time has come.”
::Travis slaps his chest again. He lowers his hand, still stretching and flexing and moving his fingers.::
“My kingdom come!”
“Jeszika, you are tough. There is no denying that. But I wonder, how long will you be able to last in the Pridebreaker? How long are you going to endure the pain before you have to give up or risk injury? As good as you are, you are not good enough to counter the move. No one is and they never will be.”
“Jeszika, my times has come. I am not going to let you or anyone else stand in my way, hold me back or push me aside. It is time for you to challenge and learn, and when Monday Night Mayhem is all said and done, you, just like everyone else in the Unchained Wrestling Alliance, will bow to the “Once and Future King”.”
::“The Canadian Legend” raises his hands and spreads them out as he looks upward to the ceiling, almost like a preacher leading a church sermon.::
“This is my time, my moment and nothing is going to stop be from reclaiming it. The time has come to remind the world who exactly Kyle Travis is and what he is capable of. This is my kingdom and I am going to rule it with an iron fist.”
“MY KINGDOM HAS COME!”
::The scene fades out as Travis stands in the middle of the ring, his arms spread outward and looking to the ceiling.::
::However, one thing that is often overlooked is the man’s work ethic. He is usually first to arrive at an arena and the last to leave. He is one of the best, because he trains to be, honing his craft and skill like a every master does.::
::It is inside a wrestling ring in a gym in his hometown of Calgary, Alberta, Canada where “the Once and Future King” is training. In the middle of the ring, he has a sparring partner wrapped in the Pridebreaker, the submission hold he developed that, for over a decade, has never been broken or countered once applied.::
::After a few moments in the hold, the sparring partner yells his surrender. Travis keeps the hold on for a moment longer before finally releasing it and allowing his sparring partner to roll out of the ring. Travis, dressed in a tank top and gym shorts, gets to his feet and walks over to his gym bag. He takes out a bottle of water and opens it, drinking some of it down as he digs out his phone and scrolls through it. He lowers the bottle and smiles.::
::Travis holds up the phone, smiling a bit. On the screen is the line up for the upcoming episode of Monday Night Mayhem.::
“Well if it isn’t finally a match against one of the stalwart defenders of how New Era Wrestling is run? Little Miss No-One-Gets-Handed-Anything herself. A woman with the amazing ability to ignore everything wrong with the company and keep going on like nothing is wrong.”
::Travis smirks a bit as he sets his phone back in his bag and sets the water down.::
“How are Randy’s methods working out for you? Did he manage to destroy the company yet? Is it everything people keep pretending it is a great place to work or is it pretty much as I felt it was and all the reasons I left? Honestly, I am just going to assume it was exactly the same as it was when I left, where some new guy just strolls into a NEW and somehow gets a title shot or that the title is just waiting for the rightful owner to claim it.”
::“The Canadian Legend” chuckles a bit and shakes his head.::
“I find it funny that you are I were both in New Era Wrestling, and yet, we have to come here to actually wrestle each other. We had a little back and forth on the Shoutbox there, and of course, the braintrust that runs that place never saw fit to set you and me against each other in the ring. But no, because we both had to just sort of stagnant and wait around for the chosen few, the guys with reserved titles to lose them or get injured.”
“You know why I left, and you tried to tell me it was just my being paranoid, or that it wasn’t true when I said titles were reserved or they just handed shots out. Jes, you can try to deny it all you want, but we know it is true. It is why I left, and why I have a strong feeling more and more people will leave. What should have been a wake-up call is just going to be ignored as they hit the snooze alarm and go on with what they are doing until it is too late.”
::He stops smiling and looks downward. There is a bit of anger in those eyes of his. It starts to sound in his voice as he speaks. He almost sounds bitter.::
“I show off my trophy room and everyone says I am arrogant, or that it is self-aggrandizing or egotistical. I have ONE room dedicated to my career in my two floor, five bedroom, two bathroom house. So that is clearly the definition of arrogance. Yet everyone seems to look at it was a symbol of humility and humbleness when the most common decoration in Randy Altzer’s mansion is imagery of his own dick. The man talks about it in every god damn promo he cuts. How is that humble or showing humility? There are porn stars that think about cock LESS than Randy Altzer.”
::Travis turns away from the corner and walks in towards the middle of the ring. He throws his arms up in the air in a frustrated manner.::
“No matter what I said, it seemed no one really wanted to listen. I told everyone there I was leaving NEW and right after, after I lost a match, the announce team said something to the extent of that I could still turn it around. Not sure how they figured that as I was leaving in two weeks. But, yeah, clearly my leaving in two weeks was the kick in the ass I needed to turn it around and make it to the top of New Era Wrestling, and be one of those guys who gets a title reserved for them. I talk about how poorly the company is run, the reserving titles, the same people getting the shots over and over again, and everything that is wrong with NEW, and everyone acts like I am complaining or whining.”
::He quickly turns around and points as if whoever he is talking to is right in front of him.::
“But when Eric says it, says everything I had been saying, everyone rallies to his cause, even though he was repeating the same things I said. They guy who spends a year as number one contender for the World Title has no right to complain. The man is a hypocrite. He goes on this line of “Everything burns”, and yet, the man is not a revolutionary. He’s so corporate he should have a damn office.”
::Travis smiles and shakes his finger. It is not so much of happy smile, it is a bit sadistic.::
“But you know what? That lackluster announce team was right. I can turn it around, because here I am, free of NEW and ready to climb to the top of the Unchained Wrestling Alliance.”
::He stops smiling as he slaps his left hand against the palm of his right hand.::
“I lay out seamstresses, referees, production people and not one says anything. I beat the hell out of Mac Danny, the guy we all thought ran the company and nothing comes of it. Yet Purity Solanas breaks Tombstone’s leg, and they will not stop talking about it. They act like it was the most horrific thing ever done in wrestling.”
::He does it again, slapping his hand against the palm of his other hand.::
“I win a match, and no one says anything. I never seemed to get up that ladder Jes. You know this to be true. How long did you hold that glorified Hardcore title of theirs? You wore that title for a long time. Where was your opportunity at the Television Championship? Where was your North American Championship title shot? Where was your qualifier match to some World Heavyweight Championship match? You didn’t get one. You win in New Era Wrestling, and unless you are a favorite, one of the chosen few, you get nothing.”
::Travis slaps his chest. He sounds very anger, almost offended actually. He took a lot of what happened in NEW personally, because a lot of promises were made to him and they were all broken. Ironically, of the many things said about Travis, the fact his not a liar, that he is very honest, is often overlooked. He is most violent when he feels he has been lied to or betrayed.::
“I was PROMISED an opportunity at the North American Championship before I left. I had beaten Nightmare two weeks before he won the title. I should have had that shot weeks before. But no, they gave it to the guy who walked into the company like a month before.”
::He starts to laugh. It is cold, sadistic and evil, without any joy or mirth in it. It sounds a little crazy.::
“You know what though? Even if Nightmare had retained and then lost the title to me, I would still have walked out. I would have smashed that title to a thousand pieces, set it on fire and dumped the ashes out in the middle of the Unchained Wrestling Alliance ring, because I have no respect for New Era Wrestling, its titles, its champion or those too blind to see how bad it really is.”
::He stops laughing, running his hands through his hair, then around the back of his neck, under his ears and his chin, and covers his face with his hands before he slides them down his face.::
“Win and you get nothing unless you are a favorite. But lose? Well lose a match and somehow, it earns you a title shot. Except with me. Oh EVERY SINGLE TIME that I lost, everyone acted like that was it and my career was over and I would never recover, as if somehow, I was the first and only person in the entire history of New Era Wrestling to lose a match.”
::Again, he points his finger, almost jabbing with it, like he is talking to someone in frnt of him.::
“Anyone else loses, and they were like “better luck next time” or “well you lost, but have a title shot the guy who beat you should have, but we’ll give it to you”. Not with me, not when I lost. When I lost, they treated it like I would never be able to bounce back and everyone acted like since I lost one match, they could just roll over me with ease.”
::Travis turns around, his back facing the camera. He throws his arms out in a frustrated and questioning manner.::
“People there talk about respect and pride and honor and Randy’s dick, but the only thing of value they talk about is not the respect or the pride or the honor, but Randy’s dick. They talk about being heroes, and it is nothing more than an empty word. They throw it around like it has meaning, but it is hallow and empty. They are all self-serving, self-aggrandizing hypocrites.”
::He turns back to face the camera, throwing his arm out and pointing like he is accusing someone of something.::
“Even you Jeszika.”
::He lowers his hand, shaking his head.::
“It amazed me that you could defend that company?
::He claps his hands together, as if pleading.::
“Please tell me you did the smart thing like me and so many others and just walked away. I did and I tell you it is the best decision I ever made.”
“What I have here is everything I should have had in New Era Wrestling. I have respect and I have fear. I did not ask for it. I never have. I DEMAND IT. And here, they will give it to me whether they like it or not.”
::He looks upward.::
“I have been here for only a month, and I am able to TV time. I am able to get matches and actually climb the ladder and actually want to be here as opposed to just going through the motions, completely not even wanting to be there. I am able to stand here and help make UWA the company it can be. NEW is like the Titanic. It is an illusion of grandeur and no one wants to face the reality that it has hit the iceberg and it is about to sink and maybe only a handful of survivors are going to get out of there. I was one of the lucky ones. I got out.”
::Travis lowers his head and shakes it a bit.::
“And yes, maybe some of it was my fault. After all, I lost here and there, yet somehow never received a title shot from my losses like so many others. And yes, like many others, I was overlooked and passed over by newcomers who just walked into the building and received main event opportunities. I suppose I just lost the passion to wrestle and bother coming into work when I seemed to be the only guy legitimately concerned with this, unlike you, or anyone else there who thought Mac or Randy could run the place.”
::He shrugs.::
“Jeszika Gautier, you may think I have not been paying attention, that I was wrapped up in my own little world, but I was not. I know you are good. I know you are tough. You held the No Limits Championship for a very long time and wrestled a lot of brutal matches. I know that I am not just going to be able to roll over you and get an easy win. I have been watching, and I know what you are capable of doing in that ring.”
“If I had any doubt in my mind of what you were capable of, then at Tragic Engagement, you proved what you could do. Donzig beat you from post to post and you STILL beat him. He gave you everything he had and you still fought and you never gave up Jeszika. Maybe it was luck and maybe it was skill, but you managed to pull out the victory despite all the punishment you took. That one match tells me a lot.”
“That one match told me you everything I need to know about you. I know you are tough. I know that you will not give up. I know that you can get knocked down, but it takes a hell of a lot of effort to keep you down. And I know that here in UWA, you can make it as a star.”
::Again, he smirks. It is almost like he enjoys the idea of watching someone else trying to climb the ladder of NEW, not realizing that in reality, they are just trying to dig out of a hole by digging another hole out, like everyone who isn’t hand-picked talent or has a reserved championship waiting for them.::
“But I also know that no matter how good you are, how many people you beat, NEW never really had any plans for you to make it to the top of their company. And that is really sad. But here in the Unchained Wrestling Alliance, I have no doubt you can succeed, because there are not favorites. There is no chosen elite, no reserved titles.”
“Now sure, maybe one of those Children MAY get a shot at Areynn Donnelly and the UWA Championship, but lets be honest, they have made an impact to earn it. They didn’t just walk in here and immediately get handed a shot for showing up. They walked in here and made a name for themselves. They walked in here and showed a willingness to do what they have to. And, some of the worst things every done in human history have been done in the name of good, after all, the road to hell, good intentions, etcetera. So I am very interested in seeing what they are going to do next.”
“NEW didn’t work that way. If you were not one of the guys with a reserved title, then you were brand new to the company and somehow got a title shot for just showing up. Nomenclature is NOT how you run a company. And it is not how UWA will be run, or God help whoever’s bright idea it is to do it that way, because I will gut them like a fish.”
::The tone in his voice and the look in his eyes is enough to tell anyone that Travis has every intention of fulfilling that promise. He smiles, the malice leaving his face and voice.::
“UWA has a pretty full roster and yet they still have not chosen people to enter into qualifiers for the North American Championship. Maybe they are saving that for the next few weeks or maybe it will be at the next pay-per-view, but when those people make it in, they will do so because they earned it, not because they are hand-picked talent.”
“Now sooner or later, I am going to get a chance at a title here, and I would love it to be in the triple threat match for the North American Championship, because at that point, it is practically handing me the title. I can think of no better way to prove I should get a chance at a qualifier than to beat the person who has already qualified for the match.”
::He starts to flex and stretch and move the fingers on his left hand as that predator’s look slowly forms on his face.::
“You see Jeszika, for too long I have not been given the fear and respect I deserve and that I demand. For far too long I have had to take a backseat to the chosen few, the so-called elite or the newcomers, while being told that everything I ever did or had done didn’t mean a damn thing. That is not going to happen here. I refuse to let it. I have worked too long and too hard to let it happen here. They will give me the respect and admiration I deserve, because I am not going to give them a choice in the matter.”
“Now is the time to show the world why I am “the Canadian Legend”. Now is the time to prove why they call me “the Once and Future King”! No more taking a backseat. No more being sidelined. My time has come.”
::Travis slaps his chest again. He lowers his hand, still stretching and flexing and moving his fingers.::
“My kingdom come!”
“Jeszika, you are tough. There is no denying that. But I wonder, how long will you be able to last in the Pridebreaker? How long are you going to endure the pain before you have to give up or risk injury? As good as you are, you are not good enough to counter the move. No one is and they never will be.”
“Jeszika, my times has come. I am not going to let you or anyone else stand in my way, hold me back or push me aside. It is time for you to challenge and learn, and when Monday Night Mayhem is all said and done, you, just like everyone else in the Unchained Wrestling Alliance, will bow to the “Once and Future King”.”
::“The Canadian Legend” raises his hands and spreads them out as he looks upward to the ceiling, almost like a preacher leading a church sermon.::
“This is my time, my moment and nothing is going to stop be from reclaiming it. The time has come to remind the world who exactly Kyle Travis is and what he is capable of. This is my kingdom and I am going to rule it with an iron fist.”
“MY KINGDOM HAS COME!”
::The scene fades out as Travis stands in the middle of the ring, his arms spread outward and looking to the ceiling.::