Post by Kyle Travis on Mar 21, 2014 17:11:43 GMT -6
::The view from the window out to the skyline of Mountainview, California is amazing. Night has fallen over the city that will soon play host to UWA Monday Night Mayhem. A man stands at the window, looking out to the city.::
::Kyle Travis sighs and shakes his head. He is squeezing something in his left hand. It appears to resemble a nutcracker. However on closer inspection, it looks like something used to improve grip strength. He uses his left hand for the Cold Snap. It is rather unsettling that he is trying to improve the grip on that hand.::
“Nobody listens.”
“No matter how many times I saw something, no matter how many times I prove that I am actually an honest guy, nobody listens.”
::He chuckles a bit in memory.::
“I told a guy, Sledgehammer, great upstanding, nice guy, that his tag team partner and best friend in the world, Red Hot Rob Taylor, someone I had previously had a feud with, would screw him first shot he got in some grab for power. No one believed me. Sledgehammer either ignored me, or said I was trying to start trouble or something, basically called me a liar. He said that he trusted Rob and everything, that Rob was not that kind of guy.”
“Now, in case no one knows or remembers how this ends, allow me to tell you. Sledgehammer got himself a world title shot. He then won the title, however, it was through controversial means. Being an honorable man, a fool though, but an honorable one, he gave up the title. The night ended with Rob Taylor betraying him and becoming world champion. So, of course, I was the first to say I told you so.
“I knew another man, by the name of Final Gladiator. Now this guy was always the first person to serve Rob Taylor whenever Rob did things. He was his thug, his attack dog, his lieutenant. Every power grab Rob ever made, Final Gladiator was there to serve as his enforcer. I actually accused him of this and called him out on it. And of course he denied it, pointing out how many times they wrestled each other.”
“Sure enough, when Rob won that title I previously mentioned, be launches this stupid invasion thing that no one gave a crap about, because if you have seen one Rob Taylor ego trip, you have seen them all, and mine are nothing in comparison. Rob isn’t happy unless there is a church being built in his honor and he gets every title handed to him, along with an office. But that is neither here nor there. No. The second Rob did that, Final Gladiator was right there at his master’s feet, and of course, I was proven right again.”
::Travis turns away from his window and walks into his hotel room. It is not a luxury suite, but it is still a nice room, with a large television, table and large bed. The TV is off at the moment. A room service tray is in the room, Travis has already finished his dinner.::
“So when I say that I did not pick the names “the Canadian Legend” and “the Once and Future King” to simply sell t-shirts, I think I have earned a small degree of credibility. No, I was given those nicknames, or at the very least, I have proved why I deserve them.”
“I was labeled “the Canadian Legend” in OWO, by the company’s owner, “Fireball” Frank Heaton, during my first world title reign when the company reopened after a hiatus. I think he may have said it as a bit of a joke due to humility never being one of my strongest traits. However, I think since that time, I have proven myself a legend. I made myself a legend. I became a legend in this business because I have main evented television shows and pay-per-views all over the world. I earned it because I am a headliner. I have held over twenty titles in my career, making me one of the most decorated wrestlers anywhere I go.”
“I may have given myself the name “the Once and Future King”, but twenty championships, two Triple Crowns and one Grand Slam and the fact that I have been a champion in nearly every company I go to should be enough to prove that I have earned that nickname.”
::There is a hint of anger and irritation in his voice.::
“It always annoyed me when people said “nothing you did in the past matters”, because it does matter. Without a past, without heritage or a history, then you are nothing. You are less than nothing actually. People can mock me for glorifying my past, but at least I am not building monuments to my dick or trying to convince the world I am some morally just crusader when I am just a hypocrite, or selling out constantly. It is not out of arrogance that I show off my past. It is because people seem to so easily dismiss it, that I feel a need to point out that I am not some rookie off the street, but that I have actually had a career. It shows what I have accomplished despite people telling me I would never make it, and reminds me to never stop wanting more.”
“Through blood, sweat, tears, toil and sacrifice, I have earned my legacy. I have earned the right to display my career in my own home and show it off when and if I so choose. One does not condemn a big game hunter for showing off his trophies, or an Olympic medalist for wearing his medal or Randy for the statues and artwork of his dick, so I fail to see why I am condemned for my display of accomplishment.”
::“The Canadian Legend” takes a deep breath to calm himself.::
“You see Jeszika, I am many things. I have been called many things, but when you get right down to it, I am a surprisingly good judge of character and I am surprisingly honest.”
::His voice sounds mocking for a bit.::
“You want to tell me you are not the same Jeszika Gautier I knew in NEW? So, you mean to tell me that you have an identical twin, with the exact same name, from the same hometown with the exact same quote on her little icon, and pretty much exactly the same as her.”
::Travis laughs a bit, amused by Jeszika’s declaration earlier in the week.::
“We both know you are the same girl, but now you see that I was right and you cannot bring yourself to admit it, because you listened to them.”
::Again, he shakes his head and smiles.::
“I fail to see why no one listened to me when I when I said everything I said about New Era Wrestling. I mean, lets be honest, I wasn’t exactly wrong, now was I?”
“No I wasn’t, was I Jeszika? The company used you, but they never had any intention of pushing you or giving you the opportunity to shine. And you were loyal Jeszika. You were an ardent supporter of how that place was run. You were loyal to them Jeszika, even if they did not deserve it. You defended and supported them.”
“How was your loyalty repaid? Did you get the opportunities your skills deserved? Did you get a chance at being higher on the card? Did you ever have a chance at any title other than that wannabe Hardcore Championships, one of the only tow not held for someone else?”
“No Jeszika, you never got anything for your loyalty except for fired. You give and you give and they fire you when you speak up. Randy and all those guys, they reap. Unless you are one of his friends or someone running that place or one of the chosen ones, you will never get rewarded. Only the chosen ones and Randy’s friends get the rewards while everyone else fights over scraps. The trickle down theory never worked for economics and it will never work in wrestling. Unfortunately, NEW will never learn that and probably shut down, or lose a lot of stars.”
“Now sure Jeszika, being fired is not fun. I know from experience. However, you got out. Look at Zeller. He is on the roster, but never seen him wrestle here because he drank the Kool-Aid and thinks that he can actually become something in NEW, when I knew better for awhile and you are just learning the truth.”
“I love how I took the highroad, saying you have skill and you deserved better, and you just insulted me.”
::For a moment, Travis allows himself a smirk. It is a bit sadistic looking. Then again, most everything he does comes off that way.::
“Classy Jeszika. Really classy.”
::Travis stops squeezing the item and drops it on the bed. He doesn’t even look to see where it lands.::
“As I said Jeszika, I know you are tough. Your weeks as NEW No Limits Champion proved that. I have no illusions that this will be an easy match. However, Jeszika, I no longer have anyone holding me back. I no longer am wrestling in a company that will not reward me or recognize when I win, and let either a friend or a guy who JUST debuted walk past me to a title. No, I win, I move up the ladder here in UWA.”
::He opens his left hand as wide as it will go, then balls it into a fist.::
“This match has been a long time coming. Maybe you win, and maybe I beat you. Either way, I know you losing to me will not have the same effect it did in NEW, where you immediately get a title shot after I beat you.”
“You are good. You are tough. You have the drive and the talent. I have the experience and the willingness to do whatever it takes to win. I also have a move that has never been broken and will not be broken by you. Many have fallen to the Pridebreaker. You will too.”
::As he often does, “the Once and Future King” starts to open and close his left hand, stretching and flexing the fingers, loosening them up. It is always the left he does this with. Travis is not only left handed, but he uses it for the Cold Snap.::
“This is UWA. It is a new company, and a new start. Here, there is nothing holding me back from making up the top of the ladder. There is no backstage politics of the same guys getting the opportunities again and again. There is no nomenclature. There is only what you can accomplish and what you can win. That is how it should be Jeszika, not the way it was in the company you so adamantly defended.”
::As he flexes his fingers, that predator’s gaze starts to find its way into his eyes.::
“You have judged me as a spoiled rich guy who lives in his past. I never forgot where I came from, digging my way to the top again and again after so many people tried to hold me back. This is my time Jeszika. You cannot stop it, only delay it. My rise, my reign as UWA World Champion, my attaining any and every title I want in this company is not a bold statement of a egotistical jerk. It is inevitability. Sooner or later, all will bow to “the Once and Future King”.”
::Travis holds his left hand in the same position he would when applying the Iron Claw, the first part of the Cold Snap, which is an Iron Claw STO.::
“Challenge and learn.”
::The scene fades out as Travis closes his hand and turns back to the window.::
::Kyle Travis sighs and shakes his head. He is squeezing something in his left hand. It appears to resemble a nutcracker. However on closer inspection, it looks like something used to improve grip strength. He uses his left hand for the Cold Snap. It is rather unsettling that he is trying to improve the grip on that hand.::
“Nobody listens.”
“No matter how many times I saw something, no matter how many times I prove that I am actually an honest guy, nobody listens.”
::He chuckles a bit in memory.::
“I told a guy, Sledgehammer, great upstanding, nice guy, that his tag team partner and best friend in the world, Red Hot Rob Taylor, someone I had previously had a feud with, would screw him first shot he got in some grab for power. No one believed me. Sledgehammer either ignored me, or said I was trying to start trouble or something, basically called me a liar. He said that he trusted Rob and everything, that Rob was not that kind of guy.”
“Now, in case no one knows or remembers how this ends, allow me to tell you. Sledgehammer got himself a world title shot. He then won the title, however, it was through controversial means. Being an honorable man, a fool though, but an honorable one, he gave up the title. The night ended with Rob Taylor betraying him and becoming world champion. So, of course, I was the first to say I told you so.
“I knew another man, by the name of Final Gladiator. Now this guy was always the first person to serve Rob Taylor whenever Rob did things. He was his thug, his attack dog, his lieutenant. Every power grab Rob ever made, Final Gladiator was there to serve as his enforcer. I actually accused him of this and called him out on it. And of course he denied it, pointing out how many times they wrestled each other.”
“Sure enough, when Rob won that title I previously mentioned, be launches this stupid invasion thing that no one gave a crap about, because if you have seen one Rob Taylor ego trip, you have seen them all, and mine are nothing in comparison. Rob isn’t happy unless there is a church being built in his honor and he gets every title handed to him, along with an office. But that is neither here nor there. No. The second Rob did that, Final Gladiator was right there at his master’s feet, and of course, I was proven right again.”
::Travis turns away from his window and walks into his hotel room. It is not a luxury suite, but it is still a nice room, with a large television, table and large bed. The TV is off at the moment. A room service tray is in the room, Travis has already finished his dinner.::
“So when I say that I did not pick the names “the Canadian Legend” and “the Once and Future King” to simply sell t-shirts, I think I have earned a small degree of credibility. No, I was given those nicknames, or at the very least, I have proved why I deserve them.”
“I was labeled “the Canadian Legend” in OWO, by the company’s owner, “Fireball” Frank Heaton, during my first world title reign when the company reopened after a hiatus. I think he may have said it as a bit of a joke due to humility never being one of my strongest traits. However, I think since that time, I have proven myself a legend. I made myself a legend. I became a legend in this business because I have main evented television shows and pay-per-views all over the world. I earned it because I am a headliner. I have held over twenty titles in my career, making me one of the most decorated wrestlers anywhere I go.”
“I may have given myself the name “the Once and Future King”, but twenty championships, two Triple Crowns and one Grand Slam and the fact that I have been a champion in nearly every company I go to should be enough to prove that I have earned that nickname.”
::There is a hint of anger and irritation in his voice.::
“It always annoyed me when people said “nothing you did in the past matters”, because it does matter. Without a past, without heritage or a history, then you are nothing. You are less than nothing actually. People can mock me for glorifying my past, but at least I am not building monuments to my dick or trying to convince the world I am some morally just crusader when I am just a hypocrite, or selling out constantly. It is not out of arrogance that I show off my past. It is because people seem to so easily dismiss it, that I feel a need to point out that I am not some rookie off the street, but that I have actually had a career. It shows what I have accomplished despite people telling me I would never make it, and reminds me to never stop wanting more.”
“Through blood, sweat, tears, toil and sacrifice, I have earned my legacy. I have earned the right to display my career in my own home and show it off when and if I so choose. One does not condemn a big game hunter for showing off his trophies, or an Olympic medalist for wearing his medal or Randy for the statues and artwork of his dick, so I fail to see why I am condemned for my display of accomplishment.”
::“The Canadian Legend” takes a deep breath to calm himself.::
“You see Jeszika, I am many things. I have been called many things, but when you get right down to it, I am a surprisingly good judge of character and I am surprisingly honest.”
::His voice sounds mocking for a bit.::
“You want to tell me you are not the same Jeszika Gautier I knew in NEW? So, you mean to tell me that you have an identical twin, with the exact same name, from the same hometown with the exact same quote on her little icon, and pretty much exactly the same as her.”
::Travis laughs a bit, amused by Jeszika’s declaration earlier in the week.::
“We both know you are the same girl, but now you see that I was right and you cannot bring yourself to admit it, because you listened to them.”
::Again, he shakes his head and smiles.::
“I fail to see why no one listened to me when I when I said everything I said about New Era Wrestling. I mean, lets be honest, I wasn’t exactly wrong, now was I?”
“No I wasn’t, was I Jeszika? The company used you, but they never had any intention of pushing you or giving you the opportunity to shine. And you were loyal Jeszika. You were an ardent supporter of how that place was run. You were loyal to them Jeszika, even if they did not deserve it. You defended and supported them.”
“How was your loyalty repaid? Did you get the opportunities your skills deserved? Did you get a chance at being higher on the card? Did you ever have a chance at any title other than that wannabe Hardcore Championships, one of the only tow not held for someone else?”
“No Jeszika, you never got anything for your loyalty except for fired. You give and you give and they fire you when you speak up. Randy and all those guys, they reap. Unless you are one of his friends or someone running that place or one of the chosen ones, you will never get rewarded. Only the chosen ones and Randy’s friends get the rewards while everyone else fights over scraps. The trickle down theory never worked for economics and it will never work in wrestling. Unfortunately, NEW will never learn that and probably shut down, or lose a lot of stars.”
“Now sure Jeszika, being fired is not fun. I know from experience. However, you got out. Look at Zeller. He is on the roster, but never seen him wrestle here because he drank the Kool-Aid and thinks that he can actually become something in NEW, when I knew better for awhile and you are just learning the truth.”
“I love how I took the highroad, saying you have skill and you deserved better, and you just insulted me.”
::For a moment, Travis allows himself a smirk. It is a bit sadistic looking. Then again, most everything he does comes off that way.::
“Classy Jeszika. Really classy.”
::Travis stops squeezing the item and drops it on the bed. He doesn’t even look to see where it lands.::
“As I said Jeszika, I know you are tough. Your weeks as NEW No Limits Champion proved that. I have no illusions that this will be an easy match. However, Jeszika, I no longer have anyone holding me back. I no longer am wrestling in a company that will not reward me or recognize when I win, and let either a friend or a guy who JUST debuted walk past me to a title. No, I win, I move up the ladder here in UWA.”
::He opens his left hand as wide as it will go, then balls it into a fist.::
“This match has been a long time coming. Maybe you win, and maybe I beat you. Either way, I know you losing to me will not have the same effect it did in NEW, where you immediately get a title shot after I beat you.”
“You are good. You are tough. You have the drive and the talent. I have the experience and the willingness to do whatever it takes to win. I also have a move that has never been broken and will not be broken by you. Many have fallen to the Pridebreaker. You will too.”
::As he often does, “the Once and Future King” starts to open and close his left hand, stretching and flexing the fingers, loosening them up. It is always the left he does this with. Travis is not only left handed, but he uses it for the Cold Snap.::
“This is UWA. It is a new company, and a new start. Here, there is nothing holding me back from making up the top of the ladder. There is no backstage politics of the same guys getting the opportunities again and again. There is no nomenclature. There is only what you can accomplish and what you can win. That is how it should be Jeszika, not the way it was in the company you so adamantly defended.”
::As he flexes his fingers, that predator’s gaze starts to find its way into his eyes.::
“You have judged me as a spoiled rich guy who lives in his past. I never forgot where I came from, digging my way to the top again and again after so many people tried to hold me back. This is my time Jeszika. You cannot stop it, only delay it. My rise, my reign as UWA World Champion, my attaining any and every title I want in this company is not a bold statement of a egotistical jerk. It is inevitability. Sooner or later, all will bow to “the Once and Future King”.”
::Travis holds his left hand in the same position he would when applying the Iron Claw, the first part of the Cold Snap, which is an Iron Claw STO.::
“Challenge and learn.”
::The scene fades out as Travis closes his hand and turns back to the window.::