Post by Kyle Travis on Mar 25, 2014 10:03:53 GMT -6
::Monday Night Mayhem has come to an end. The production crew is busy pulling down the ring and the sets as they prepare to head to Seattle, Washington in two weeks. Many of the talent backstage is in the process of getting changed and leaving so they can rest and recover before they themselves head to Seattle.::
::Trent Paige, UWA’s backstage interviewer for the wrestlers the fans are not particularly fond of, is standing in the back by one of the locker room doors. He tries not to look nervous as he adjusts his collar and heads inside.::
::The locker room is mostly empty, except for one man. “The Canadian Legend” Kyle Travis is there, buttoning up his shirt. His travel bag is sitting on a chair, while his open travel bag sits on another. Given the number of interviewers he has injured, it is not hard to see why he would be a bit nervous. Still, he approaches. Travis glances at him as he finishes buttoning his shirt and adjusting his collar.::
Paige: “Kyle Travis, tonight you and Jeszika Gautier wrestled to a double count out, and she wants you back in that ring. What do you say to her stating you are wrong about her?”
::Travis finishes adjusting his collar and looks up.::
Travis: “Okay, so maybe I was wrong about Jeszika. Maybe, just maybe, there a woman that looks like her, sounds like her, has the same moves as her, the same tattoos, the same stats and is pretty much your exact double and just happens to live in New Orleans, but isn’t her. Maybe her exact double in every way just lives in the same town. Maybe her husband cloned her. I’m just saying the odds of there being two Jeszika Gautier’s in wrestling that look the same, sound the same and are pretty much exact doubles is probably something like one in a billion or something.”
Paige: “Probably something like that.”
Travis: “Well she is now calling herself Jeszika BELLE Gautier, so I guess that means she is not the Jeszika I knew in NEW, because her have a middle name in there now. Sorry, clearly I was wrong, because adding a middle name totally changes everything.”
Paige: “Maybe. Doesn’t seem like it though.”
Travis: “However, if she is not the same girl, which, again, I find unlikely, you have at least attained her level of hypocrisy.”
Paige: “What do you mean by that?”
Travis: “What was it she and her friends in K.I.S.S. were talking about last week? Something about all the pompous rich guys walking around and how money can’t but them everything, if I recall correct, but then again, I am just summarizing, but isn’t her husband Broderick Montgomery III?”
Paige: “Yes.”
::“The Canadian Legend” nods.::
Travis: “Okay now granted, they were drunk in Las Vegas. I am sure it was a lovely ceremony when those two basically got completely drunk, stumbled into some twenty-four hour wedding chapel and Elvis Presley pronounced them husband and wife. It must have been lovely. I did it the traditional way, in a church in front of friends and family, but drunken impulse marriage is fine. Personally, I think it’s great those two haven’t got the divorce yet due to the fact that Jeszika would probably get about half of Broderick’s money”
::Paige smirks. Travis glances at the cameraman. There is a noticeable slight shiver from the cameraman. On the body count he has amassed, Travis has never been shy about going after employees or innocent people when he gets like that, and a cameraman is, in his mind, a legitimate target.::
Travis: “I don’t know Jeszika, seems a bit hypocritical to condemn rich people when your husband has quite literally been handed everything in his life. He had the best money can buy, the best schools, private planes, and such. But clearly, given everything your exact double, you, overlooked in New Era Wrestling, and the huge displays of wealth from a guy like Randy Altzer, with his huge mansion and gold statues and paintings of his own dick that just screamed humility and humbleness, as opposed to my two story, four bedroom, two bath, house with the trophy room, the epitome of arrogance and ego, you are hardly the best judge.”
Travis: “Then again, you are also nothing more than a mercenary, so I am sure you married Broderick for all the right reasons and that his trust fund had nothing to do with it. See, Jeszika, much like I am sure you and your exact double did at one point, I worked for everything I got. Unlike your husband, it wasn’t just handed to me. I earned it all one way or another, just like everything else in my life.”
::Travis picks his wrestling boots off the ground and places them on a chair. He then picks up his knee pads.::
Paige: “Well speaking of Broderick Montgomery III, you are facing him this week in a match. If you win, you get added to the North American Championship match.”
Travis: “Ah yes, the current Mr. Jeszika Gautier….excuse me, the current Mr. Jeszika BELLE Gautier. We wouldn’t want to confuse her with her exact double would we? Of course not, that might confuse people.”
::“The Once and Future King” drops his knee pads into his travel bag.::
Paige: “I suppose not.”
Travis: “Of course not.”
::Briefly, Travis starts to rub his chin as if trying to recall some piece of information.::
Travis “What is it that Broderick says?”
Paige: “What?”
Travis: “You know that quote of his? I believe it is “Everyone has a breaking point. A price. You just need to know where to apply pressure”. Is that it?”
Paige: “Yes.”
::For a moment, Travis allows himself something of a short mocking laugh.::
Travis: “Now, granted, I have never in my career tried to pay someone off or bribe someone and I have never used hired help…”
::Paige looks as if he is about to say something, but Travis cuts him off.::
Travis: “And I am not counting people that belonged to factions I was a part of or lead, because they were not paid by me to do my bidding. When I say hired help, I mean if I paid someone to do something for me, which I never have. Every act of violence I have ever committed, every horrible, unspeakable action I have taken, all the blood I have spilled, every title I have ever won was all on my own merit. I have never hired someone to do my dirty work for me.”
Paige: “Okay, that’s fair. My bad.”
Travis: “But I do agree with your statement Broderick, in everyone having a breaking point and that you just need to know where to apply the pressure. But everyone having a price? Well, unfortunately for you, the one thing I promised myself I would never do again was sell out. I am not talking about aligning with management or something like that. No, I am talking about something that violates my core beliefs and values, and even I have those. I have only sold out once. It was either do what Rob Taylor wanted, or watch him shut down the joke of a company he was running at the time. It is my one regret, and when you consider everything I have done in my career, all the things I should regret, all the guilt I should feel for the careers I have ended, and yet, I have no regrets except that one incident should tell you a lot about me.”
::The cameraman noticeable shutters more, shaking a bit as he tries to hold it steady. Even Paige backs up a bit. That is the level of hate in the eyes of Kyle Travis, in that cold, cruel glare of his. It is even in his voice.::
Travis: “There are two things I hate in this world Broderick. This first is hypocrites, like your wife.”
Travis: “See, I hate the kind of person that will have some hired thug interfere in his title matches, steal a win and then act like he did it on his own, or that he is the greatest thing to happen to wrestling since we had to stop being naked for this, or opens a wrestling company just to put titles on himself and tries to convince everyone that he is so cutting edge and awesome when his champion is an idiot dressed as giant pink rabbit. I am old school and this is a business where the value of a man is not only what he does in the ring, but the value of his word, his honor, and his character.”
Travis: “I have done a lot of things in my career, many terrible, terrible things, but never once have I denied them. Never once have I tried to justify them to fit my own morality or anything like that. If I do something, no matter how terrible or vile the action I take is, it is not because I believe in the righteousness of my actions, or that it was justified somehow, I do it for the act reason I do it. If I make a threat, I follow it through. If I have to start dropping bodies to get what I want because it is owed to me, then you had best believe every single person in the company is a viable target. Whether people want to admit it or not, I am one of the most honest people you will ever meet. I may do terrible things, but I admit to doing them and why. I say I will so something, you can take it as a promise I have no intention of breaking.”
Travis: “The second thing I really hate is people like you Broderick. Now to be fair, I don’t know you, but I hate your type. I hate that person who thinks just because they have money, just because they are rich, means that they are better than everyone else. I have made an obscene amount of money in my life, but I am still the same guy I was when I started. Did I have a private plane when I was world champion, flying from city to city, night after night? Yes. Did I have a bus I rode in for long tours so I could rest up? Yes. Do I have those things now? No, I sold them two years ago during my hiatus. Granted, I fly first class. Do I have a mansion? No. Never have, never wanted one.”
Travis: “What the money I make does for me Broderick is it allows me to provide for my family. It does not make me a better person. It does not mean I am just somehow better than everyone else because I am a millionaire. In this business, it does not matter how big your bank account is, or how deep your pocket goes. What matters is how good you are. And Broderick, I am very good at what I do, because I have no illusions of the type of wrestler or person that I am. And I do not have a price you can reach, because I do not need your money.”
::Travis takes a breath and then picks up his elbow pads, dropping them into his travel bag. He then drops his tights into the bag.::
Travis: “As you say, “Everyone has a breaking point. A price. You just need to know where to apply pressure”. Well too bad for you, I do not have a price, because what I want cannot be bought, and if it could be, it would not be worth it. What I want is the respect I feel I have earned and deserve in this business. Now, granted, I am new to the UWA, but you would think that being in wrestling for nearly fifteen years and twenty championships should entitle me to just a little respect, wouldn’t you?”
::Travis turns towards Trent Paige, who starts to nod.::
Paige: “Yeah, that’s fair to say.”
::Those cold, cruel predatory eyes turn back to the camera. It is like a snake looking at its prey, no malice, no hate, just a hunter about to go for the kill with a ruthless efficiency. Still given his reputation, his sadistic nature and his ruthlessness between the ropes, that look is not something most people want to see on Travis.::
Travis: “Broderick, I honestly do not care about your wife’s schizophrenia, her insistence that the Jeszika Gautier from New Era Wrestling and her are not the same person, but rather two different people who are exactly the same. What I care about is an opportunity at the North American Championship or United States Championship or whatever the hell Lula Davidson, Jason Chase or Jamie Hensley were calling it, and you Broderick are in my way and between me and a title shot is a very dangerous place to be standing.”
Travis: “As you said “Everyone has a breaking point”. Broderick, in two weeks, in Seattle, Washington, you had damn well better believe I am going to find exactly where to apply that pressure and that I am going to find your breaking point. Right now, I am thinking it is going to be an arm, because I think the Pridebreaker is an excellent way to find your breaking point. I either break you, and you submit, or I tear your arm from the socket and the referee calls the match. Either way, I win. The method of how I get it really never mattered to me Brody, just that I get the win.”
::Slowly, Travis raises his left hand. He opens his hand, stretching his fingers as he looks into the camera and then closes his fist again.::
Travis: “You had the best wrestling trainers that money could buy, huh? Well Brody, I suppose this is something of a free tutoring session, because in two weeks, on Monday Night Mayhem at the McCraw Hall in Seattle, Washington, I will teach you what your breaking point is when I snap your arm in the Pridebreaker and you will walk away having learned why I am “the Canadian Legend” and you will learn to bow to “the Once and Future King”. So come on rich boy, challenge and learn because I am dieing to see you put your money where your mouth is.”
::With that, Travis turns from the camera and drops his tights into the bag. He then places his boots inside and closes up the bag.::
Paige: “Of, I almost forgot, Oliver Georgio has added “the Silent Destroyer” Sentinel as the special guest referee. Do you have any comments about that?”
::Travis turns bag to face Trent Paige, who tries not to step back.::
Traivs: “I have never been in the ring with Sentinel, and right now, I have no personal issues with the man. However, if he screws me out of a win by fast count or saying I tapped out when I did not tap out, if he does not call this down the middle, or at least with a degree of leniency to both Broderick and myself given the background of this match, or anything that could be called questionable officiating, then my not having personal issues with the man will change and I will find out just how long a “Silent Destroyer” can stay silent for when I destroy him. But at the moment, I have no reason to believe that will be necessary.”
::Travis closes his bag and grabs both his jacket and the bag and exits the locker room. Trent Paige turns to the camera.::
Paige: “There you have it, in two weeks on Monday Night Mayhem, “the Canadian Legend” Kyle Travis will face “the American Nightmare” Broderick Montgomery III.”
::The scene then fades to black.::
::Trent Paige, UWA’s backstage interviewer for the wrestlers the fans are not particularly fond of, is standing in the back by one of the locker room doors. He tries not to look nervous as he adjusts his collar and heads inside.::
::The locker room is mostly empty, except for one man. “The Canadian Legend” Kyle Travis is there, buttoning up his shirt. His travel bag is sitting on a chair, while his open travel bag sits on another. Given the number of interviewers he has injured, it is not hard to see why he would be a bit nervous. Still, he approaches. Travis glances at him as he finishes buttoning his shirt and adjusting his collar.::
Paige: “Kyle Travis, tonight you and Jeszika Gautier wrestled to a double count out, and she wants you back in that ring. What do you say to her stating you are wrong about her?”
::Travis finishes adjusting his collar and looks up.::
Travis: “Okay, so maybe I was wrong about Jeszika. Maybe, just maybe, there a woman that looks like her, sounds like her, has the same moves as her, the same tattoos, the same stats and is pretty much your exact double and just happens to live in New Orleans, but isn’t her. Maybe her exact double in every way just lives in the same town. Maybe her husband cloned her. I’m just saying the odds of there being two Jeszika Gautier’s in wrestling that look the same, sound the same and are pretty much exact doubles is probably something like one in a billion or something.”
Paige: “Probably something like that.”
Travis: “Well she is now calling herself Jeszika BELLE Gautier, so I guess that means she is not the Jeszika I knew in NEW, because her have a middle name in there now. Sorry, clearly I was wrong, because adding a middle name totally changes everything.”
Paige: “Maybe. Doesn’t seem like it though.”
Travis: “However, if she is not the same girl, which, again, I find unlikely, you have at least attained her level of hypocrisy.”
Paige: “What do you mean by that?”
Travis: “What was it she and her friends in K.I.S.S. were talking about last week? Something about all the pompous rich guys walking around and how money can’t but them everything, if I recall correct, but then again, I am just summarizing, but isn’t her husband Broderick Montgomery III?”
Paige: “Yes.”
::“The Canadian Legend” nods.::
Travis: “Okay now granted, they were drunk in Las Vegas. I am sure it was a lovely ceremony when those two basically got completely drunk, stumbled into some twenty-four hour wedding chapel and Elvis Presley pronounced them husband and wife. It must have been lovely. I did it the traditional way, in a church in front of friends and family, but drunken impulse marriage is fine. Personally, I think it’s great those two haven’t got the divorce yet due to the fact that Jeszika would probably get about half of Broderick’s money”
::Paige smirks. Travis glances at the cameraman. There is a noticeable slight shiver from the cameraman. On the body count he has amassed, Travis has never been shy about going after employees or innocent people when he gets like that, and a cameraman is, in his mind, a legitimate target.::
Travis: “I don’t know Jeszika, seems a bit hypocritical to condemn rich people when your husband has quite literally been handed everything in his life. He had the best money can buy, the best schools, private planes, and such. But clearly, given everything your exact double, you, overlooked in New Era Wrestling, and the huge displays of wealth from a guy like Randy Altzer, with his huge mansion and gold statues and paintings of his own dick that just screamed humility and humbleness, as opposed to my two story, four bedroom, two bath, house with the trophy room, the epitome of arrogance and ego, you are hardly the best judge.”
Travis: “Then again, you are also nothing more than a mercenary, so I am sure you married Broderick for all the right reasons and that his trust fund had nothing to do with it. See, Jeszika, much like I am sure you and your exact double did at one point, I worked for everything I got. Unlike your husband, it wasn’t just handed to me. I earned it all one way or another, just like everything else in my life.”
::Travis picks his wrestling boots off the ground and places them on a chair. He then picks up his knee pads.::
Paige: “Well speaking of Broderick Montgomery III, you are facing him this week in a match. If you win, you get added to the North American Championship match.”
Travis: “Ah yes, the current Mr. Jeszika Gautier….excuse me, the current Mr. Jeszika BELLE Gautier. We wouldn’t want to confuse her with her exact double would we? Of course not, that might confuse people.”
::“The Once and Future King” drops his knee pads into his travel bag.::
Paige: “I suppose not.”
Travis: “Of course not.”
::Briefly, Travis starts to rub his chin as if trying to recall some piece of information.::
Travis “What is it that Broderick says?”
Paige: “What?”
Travis: “You know that quote of his? I believe it is “Everyone has a breaking point. A price. You just need to know where to apply pressure”. Is that it?”
Paige: “Yes.”
::For a moment, Travis allows himself something of a short mocking laugh.::
Travis: “Now, granted, I have never in my career tried to pay someone off or bribe someone and I have never used hired help…”
::Paige looks as if he is about to say something, but Travis cuts him off.::
Travis: “And I am not counting people that belonged to factions I was a part of or lead, because they were not paid by me to do my bidding. When I say hired help, I mean if I paid someone to do something for me, which I never have. Every act of violence I have ever committed, every horrible, unspeakable action I have taken, all the blood I have spilled, every title I have ever won was all on my own merit. I have never hired someone to do my dirty work for me.”
Paige: “Okay, that’s fair. My bad.”
Travis: “But I do agree with your statement Broderick, in everyone having a breaking point and that you just need to know where to apply the pressure. But everyone having a price? Well, unfortunately for you, the one thing I promised myself I would never do again was sell out. I am not talking about aligning with management or something like that. No, I am talking about something that violates my core beliefs and values, and even I have those. I have only sold out once. It was either do what Rob Taylor wanted, or watch him shut down the joke of a company he was running at the time. It is my one regret, and when you consider everything I have done in my career, all the things I should regret, all the guilt I should feel for the careers I have ended, and yet, I have no regrets except that one incident should tell you a lot about me.”
::The cameraman noticeable shutters more, shaking a bit as he tries to hold it steady. Even Paige backs up a bit. That is the level of hate in the eyes of Kyle Travis, in that cold, cruel glare of his. It is even in his voice.::
Travis: “There are two things I hate in this world Broderick. This first is hypocrites, like your wife.”
Travis: “See, I hate the kind of person that will have some hired thug interfere in his title matches, steal a win and then act like he did it on his own, or that he is the greatest thing to happen to wrestling since we had to stop being naked for this, or opens a wrestling company just to put titles on himself and tries to convince everyone that he is so cutting edge and awesome when his champion is an idiot dressed as giant pink rabbit. I am old school and this is a business where the value of a man is not only what he does in the ring, but the value of his word, his honor, and his character.”
Travis: “I have done a lot of things in my career, many terrible, terrible things, but never once have I denied them. Never once have I tried to justify them to fit my own morality or anything like that. If I do something, no matter how terrible or vile the action I take is, it is not because I believe in the righteousness of my actions, or that it was justified somehow, I do it for the act reason I do it. If I make a threat, I follow it through. If I have to start dropping bodies to get what I want because it is owed to me, then you had best believe every single person in the company is a viable target. Whether people want to admit it or not, I am one of the most honest people you will ever meet. I may do terrible things, but I admit to doing them and why. I say I will so something, you can take it as a promise I have no intention of breaking.”
Travis: “The second thing I really hate is people like you Broderick. Now to be fair, I don’t know you, but I hate your type. I hate that person who thinks just because they have money, just because they are rich, means that they are better than everyone else. I have made an obscene amount of money in my life, but I am still the same guy I was when I started. Did I have a private plane when I was world champion, flying from city to city, night after night? Yes. Did I have a bus I rode in for long tours so I could rest up? Yes. Do I have those things now? No, I sold them two years ago during my hiatus. Granted, I fly first class. Do I have a mansion? No. Never have, never wanted one.”
Travis: “What the money I make does for me Broderick is it allows me to provide for my family. It does not make me a better person. It does not mean I am just somehow better than everyone else because I am a millionaire. In this business, it does not matter how big your bank account is, or how deep your pocket goes. What matters is how good you are. And Broderick, I am very good at what I do, because I have no illusions of the type of wrestler or person that I am. And I do not have a price you can reach, because I do not need your money.”
::Travis takes a breath and then picks up his elbow pads, dropping them into his travel bag. He then drops his tights into the bag.::
Travis: “As you say, “Everyone has a breaking point. A price. You just need to know where to apply pressure”. Well too bad for you, I do not have a price, because what I want cannot be bought, and if it could be, it would not be worth it. What I want is the respect I feel I have earned and deserve in this business. Now, granted, I am new to the UWA, but you would think that being in wrestling for nearly fifteen years and twenty championships should entitle me to just a little respect, wouldn’t you?”
::Travis turns towards Trent Paige, who starts to nod.::
Paige: “Yeah, that’s fair to say.”
::Those cold, cruel predatory eyes turn back to the camera. It is like a snake looking at its prey, no malice, no hate, just a hunter about to go for the kill with a ruthless efficiency. Still given his reputation, his sadistic nature and his ruthlessness between the ropes, that look is not something most people want to see on Travis.::
Travis: “Broderick, I honestly do not care about your wife’s schizophrenia, her insistence that the Jeszika Gautier from New Era Wrestling and her are not the same person, but rather two different people who are exactly the same. What I care about is an opportunity at the North American Championship or United States Championship or whatever the hell Lula Davidson, Jason Chase or Jamie Hensley were calling it, and you Broderick are in my way and between me and a title shot is a very dangerous place to be standing.”
Travis: “As you said “Everyone has a breaking point”. Broderick, in two weeks, in Seattle, Washington, you had damn well better believe I am going to find exactly where to apply that pressure and that I am going to find your breaking point. Right now, I am thinking it is going to be an arm, because I think the Pridebreaker is an excellent way to find your breaking point. I either break you, and you submit, or I tear your arm from the socket and the referee calls the match. Either way, I win. The method of how I get it really never mattered to me Brody, just that I get the win.”
::Slowly, Travis raises his left hand. He opens his hand, stretching his fingers as he looks into the camera and then closes his fist again.::
Travis: “You had the best wrestling trainers that money could buy, huh? Well Brody, I suppose this is something of a free tutoring session, because in two weeks, on Monday Night Mayhem at the McCraw Hall in Seattle, Washington, I will teach you what your breaking point is when I snap your arm in the Pridebreaker and you will walk away having learned why I am “the Canadian Legend” and you will learn to bow to “the Once and Future King”. So come on rich boy, challenge and learn because I am dieing to see you put your money where your mouth is.”
::With that, Travis turns from the camera and drops his tights into the bag. He then places his boots inside and closes up the bag.::
Paige: “Of, I almost forgot, Oliver Georgio has added “the Silent Destroyer” Sentinel as the special guest referee. Do you have any comments about that?”
::Travis turns bag to face Trent Paige, who tries not to step back.::
Traivs: “I have never been in the ring with Sentinel, and right now, I have no personal issues with the man. However, if he screws me out of a win by fast count or saying I tapped out when I did not tap out, if he does not call this down the middle, or at least with a degree of leniency to both Broderick and myself given the background of this match, or anything that could be called questionable officiating, then my not having personal issues with the man will change and I will find out just how long a “Silent Destroyer” can stay silent for when I destroy him. But at the moment, I have no reason to believe that will be necessary.”
::Travis closes his bag and grabs both his jacket and the bag and exits the locker room. Trent Paige turns to the camera.::
Paige: “There you have it, in two weeks on Monday Night Mayhem, “the Canadian Legend” Kyle Travis will face “the American Nightmare” Broderick Montgomery III.”
::The scene then fades to black.::