Post by Kyle Travis on Apr 14, 2014 6:04:20 GMT -6
::It is early as the door one of the what appears to be the cross between a high school gym and a professional gym in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada opens. Above the door is a large banner that reads “CWA: Canadian Wrestling Association. This building is the main faculty for the CWA, a small independent company that operates out of Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, but has shows all over the country.::
::It looks pretty much what you would imagine such a place to look like. There is a ring built in the center of the building. Mats line the floor around the ring. These can serve as the floor mats or the exercise mats for the wrestlers or people wanting to train. There are stands like a high school gym that can be pushed in to make room, or pulled out to allow a crowd to sit, as well as stacks of folded chairs against the wall. Near the ring is a folding table with a chair behind the table and two next to it, a microphone and a bell. This is that classic small, independent wrestling feel.::
::Along the walls are replicas of the CWA Championships; The CWA Champion, the CWA Tag Team Championship, and the CWA Yukon Championship. There are also pictures of several past CWA wrestlers that have made it to the big time, as well as current stars in the company.::
::Today, however, CWA is holding a wrestling school for some of its newcomers who wish to become wrestlers. As this is Canada, hockey, rodeo and professional wrestling are national sports. Their guest teacher is a CWA alumni who not only made it big, but became a legend; Kyle Travis. He did not wrestle for them full time, preferring in those early days when he was starting to compete in many different places, never really tying himself down until he felt he was ready. He wrestled not only Canada, but Japan, Mexico and parts of the United States before joining his first major promotion.::
::Travis closes the door behind him and drops the key into his gym bag. “The Once and Future King” looks ready for a work out as he is dressed in gym shorts and an black T-shirt that shows him with the “Pridebreaker” locked on to someone with the words “Either your pride or your body will be broken” on the back in red letters. However, he is also wearing a pair of knee pads and elbow pads.::
“Forgive the décor. I had made this commitment long before Spring Slaughter was set up. It is my way of giving back and ensuring the next generation. I may not have been a full time CWA wrestler, but who am I to turn down practice? Besides, I am always looking for that one student who will not end up a disappointment like a few others I have trained in the past.”
::Travis drops the key into his bag and then rubs his chin slowly in thought.::
“You know what doesn’t make any sense to me Jeszika?”
::Travis goes straight for the ring, lowering his hand.::
“I would think it would be the obvious issue I have with your story that there are in fact two Jeszika Gautiers, and they just happen to look the same, right down to their tattoos, sound the same, have the same hometown, the same set of moves they like to do, have the same biography and both seem to have a nice little level of hypocrisy. The odds of that happening are probably a lot bigger than the one-in-three chance you have of winning the triple threat match.”
::He sets the bag down by the ring and zips it closed.::
“But what makes no sense to me is how everyone believes it despite the fact that you have done nothing at all to hide the fact that you are her are the same person. Everything about you is the exact same as here. I mean here you are, married to some rich guy, your boss, and a few weeks ago, you and K.I.S.S. were complaining about all the rich arrogant people walking around here. It was just like in New Era Wrestling when her exact double, you, declared everything I said about NEW was wrong and I was just a disgruntled employee while you ignored everything management was doing until it had any effect on you.”
“Honestly though Jeszika, I love how your marriage combines both the plot of “What Happens in Vegas” with two people getting drunk in Las Vegas, getting married and then realizing they have a connection, and the plot of “Pretty Woman” as some rich guy is basically paying you to be with him. What exactly does he pay you for anyway Jes? You would think a guy with Brody’s money could afford women. And still, it’s great that you are willing to suck up your distain for the arrogant attitude that the rich people show here to accept his money, like the miserable hypocrite I have always know you to be.”
::Travis snaps his fingers and then swings his hand in the “oh shoot” gesture.::
“Oh wait, I’m sorry, I confused you for one of the other Jeszika Gautiers running around out there.”
::Grabbing the bottom rope, Travis uses it to pull himself up and then gets to his feet. He slowly enters the ring.::
“No wait, you are the one I am supposed to face at Spring Slaughter, right?”
::“The Canadian Legend” allows himself a small mocking smile as he paces around the ring. He runs his hands through his hair, around the back of his neck and under his ears in one motion.::
“I fail to see how anyone is buying this story of there being two of you. I will admit that the human genetics is probably capable of producing an exact physical double of a person. Plastic surgery is capable of altering a person’s physical appearance. Hell, medical science has figured out how to allow a person to change gender. There are almost seven billion people on Earth, so the possibility that somehow, someway, somewhere on this planet, there is someone who looks like you is not completely insane.”
“However, this story you are going on with, that the Jeszika Gautier I knew and had issues with in New Era Wrestling and you, Jeszika Gautier, are completely different people is perhaps the worst explanation of something I have ever heard. Everything about you is exactly the same, even the tattoos you have. Unless you have an identical twin sister, who decided to be identical in every single way possible, and your father named you both Jeszika, like George Foreman naming ALL his children George, then I am not buying it.”
::He throws his arms upwards and down in frustration.::
“Oh let me guess, that is the story you are going to tell me now isn’t it? That you actually DO have an identical twin sister, just happened to have the same name, and you both got matching tattoos so you would always make dates or appearances or whatever, and you two both decided to go into wrestling, but her name is Jeszika Marie Gautier or something. Yeah, because it makes complete sense that your have an identical twin sister, who is exactly the same as you in every way imaginable, but you two do not want to be in the same company.”
::Travis places his hands on his hips, shaking his head in disbelief.::
“And of course now you are going to get all upset and act insulted that I am apparently the only person who does not see the clear obvious fact that you are the real Jeszika Gautier, unlike that filthy godless imposter Jeszika Gautier, who just happens to be the same as you in everyway possible, I knew in NEW. Because, clearly your being Ali Later in Heroes and there’s like seven Jeszika Gautiers out there makes complete sense.”
::Again, Travis allows himself a mocking smile. He is clearly amused by this whole scenario.::
“I love how you constantly deny it, despite the proof. I love how people just seem to accept it as truth because they like you. I love how you act all pissed off that I keep insisting that you are her are the same person to sell this delusion of yours. And I love it because it is just so damn stupid.”
“If I can rip off Eminem for a moment; could the real Jeszika Gautier please stand up?”
::Slowly, “the Canadian Legend” leans against the ropes and bounces on them a little. He stops bouncing, looking upwards. He smiles.::
“Now you can deny that you are the same person all you want, but honestly, you can settle this whole issue. All you have I need is to see your identical twin live and in person, because until then, I am not buying the story. You can have her somehow show up on television, and given that she is the same as you, she would do it for the money. But see, it has to be in person, because in this day and age, there is a lot that can be with computers and CGI.”
::He lowers his head and pushes off the ropes, but stands there near the ropes.::
“But I know you can’t Jeszika, because you are the same person. Deny it all you want. Try to hide it all you want. The simple fact of the matter is that you and her are the exact same, and no matter how pissed off you act trying to hide it, even Helen Keller could tell you and this so-called “second Jeszika Gautier” out there are the same person.”
::He stops smiling.::
“But what you cannot deny, the truth you cannot lie about is that you got exactly what you wanted. You have an opportunity to get me back in that ring. Now I am sure you didn’t want it to be in a triple threat match, but that’s what you get. And I am sure whichever Jeszika Gautier you claim to be this week will find some reason to have an issue with me, so at least one of you can get their payback.”
::Travis moves around again, swinging his arms back and forth as he paces around the ring to losen them up and stretch them out.::
“And Jeszika, however many of you that you are claiming there is, you are capable enough to do it. I stand by what I said weeks ago when I said you were a tough competitor. I meant it when I said I know what you are capable of. I watched one of you overcome the odds and if NEW had been run by someone who knows what they are doing, or even a mentally challenge chimp on meth, instead of the guy obsessed with his own dick that is running that sinking ship when I left, I believe you would have actually been able to make it to the top. Now if that Jeszika shows up, then we have a match.”
“But let me tell you this Jeszika, and this goes out to all the Jeszika Gautiers out there, that your attempt to get payback for this insult of me questioning the creditability of your ridiculous story is as ridiculous as your ridiculous story. So many people have tried. All have failed. And you, or the however many Jeszika Gautiers you want to tell me are out there, will not be the one to get the job done.”
“I told you, this is a triple threat match, and it is my specialty. You, Jeszika, or any of your clones or identical twins or whatever you want to call them, will not get your revenge, and you will not be taking the North American Championship. I am leaving with that title regardless of how many of you I have to beat to get it.”
::Travis turns back to the ropes, grabbing them and tugging them. The ropes hold. After a moment, he stops pulling on them. He then pulls them again, trying to gain a feel for the ropes.::
“Now Garbage Man, I have not forgotten about you at all. I mean it is kind of hard to forget about you when you have such a terrible name.”
“Although, I will admit, you do not see a lot of wrestling trash collectors. I have seen a lot of bikers, guys claiming to have weird supernatural powers, giant hulking behemoths, people with clones, but not many trash collectors. It’s not entirely original, but like they say “write what you know”.”
::Releasing the ropes, Travis stretches his arms again. He points his left arm over towards the right side of this body and grabs his left shoulder with his right hand.::
“You have that whole common man thing going for you, with your blue collar background and upbringing. You are making it work for you though, I give you that. I couldn’t do it. My mother was a hairdresser, and I really couldn’t see making Kyle “the Stylist” Travis or Kyle “the Barber of Calgary” Travis work for me. Couldn’t go straight up “the Barber”, because I am pretty sure that it was done already and someone may own the trademark on it. My father had a town job, which really wouldn’t help the whole blue collar thing. You make it work though. Me? I just got by on my talent, ability and willingness to be the monster. I’m the guy that proved you do not need to be seven feet tall to be a monster.”
::He switches off, this time moving his right arm towards his left and grabs his right shoulder with his left hand.::
“And you’re a nice guy, a gentleman, if I heard you correctly. Well unfortunately, all nice will get you in the ring with me is your arm torn off. You can be a gentleman between those ropes all you want. Personally, I would rather forgo the chivalry and win the championship. So, if I have to piledrive Jeszika, whichever one shows up, into the stairs, or throw you through a table to get the win, then I am going to do it. Nice guys finish last in the ring. Against me, nice usually doesn’t get to finish.”
::Releasing his shoulder, Travis rolls his shoulders and starts swinging his arms back and forth to loosen them up a bit.::
“So you are just a regular blue collared guy who thought he would try to get into wrestling. Now here you are, about to make it to a pay-per-view and a championship. I suppose it goes without saying that it is better than standing on the back of a truck collecting other people’s waste at some godforsaken hour of the morning in any kind of weather. This must be a dream come true.”
“Think about it. Soon you will hit that ring and the fans will be cheering for you, rooting for you. They will want to see you win the North American Championship and then, you may go on to fulfill your dream of becoming the UWA World Heavyweight Champion. And they will cheer for you as you realize your dream.”
::“The Canadian Legend”, “the Once and Future King”, the self-proclaimed “King of the Triple Threat Match”, stops stretching, stops pacing and stands in the middle of the ring. He closes his eyes and almost seems to be visualizing Spring Slaughter and the crowd that will attend. A pay-per-view is a long way away from the type of place his is in now, a company that maybe can only sell DVDs of their product at their own events.::
“At Spring Slaughter, they will cheer. They will cheer not because they love you. The will not be cheering because you are the underdog, the common man fighting for his dream and that is relatable. They will cheer you Garbage Man for the same reason they are cheering whichever Jeszika Gautier shows up. They will cheer you because they hate me that much more.”
::He opens his eyes. The tip of his tongue slowly slides over his lips, like someone about to feed. Travis’s mentality has more often than not been compared to a shark or some other predator, seeing his opponents more as prey. Suffice to say, it is not something he has tried really hard to correct or disprove.::
“It is your dream to be the UWA World Heavyweight Champion? That’s such a nice dream. And right now, you are probably dreaming that you will become the first UWA North American Champion and it will be great. But, I have made a career of killing dreams and ending careers. I have no problem ending your dream as brutally as I can Garbage Man. I can and will do it, and I am not going to lose any sleep over it because there will be a new replica belt in my trophy room when it is over.”
“I think I have seen only one of your matches. You are green. There is talent there, potential, but you are green. I have seen so many rookies with potential come into this business and fail to make it. Potential is just that, potential. People may have it, but until you use it, it’s pretty much worthless. Unfortunately, green is not good enough to step into the ring with me. I break green and do not think twice about it.”
“You want to pull off the blue collar look, that’s fine. However if you think being a gentleman is going to help you inside that ring, in a triple threat match, then you are sorely mistaken. I am at my worst, my most vicious, my best, when inside a triple threat and armed with only a thirty-three percent chance of winning.
::There is a mocking amusement in the smile that forms on the face of Kyle Travis.::
“It is kind of funny really, when you think about it, how you were just added to this match, because when you get right down to it, you are not really even all that important to the match. So many people want to see Jeszika Gautier get her hands on me, as if her beating me will somehow make me see that there are indeed two Jeszika Gautiers who just, by sheer amazing coincidence, happen to be the same in every way, and that he marriage is not just a rip off of “What Happens in Vegas” with a little “Pretty Woman” thrown into the mix.”
::He laughs. It is a mirthless, cruel, mocking laugh.::
“I honestly think that if you were not involved in this match, then no one would miss you or be demanding that you get added in on Facebook and Twitter. I seriously doubt that the Internet wrestling community, the fickle mass that never happy and always manages to find something to complain about or change their stance at the drop of a hat, is chomping at the bit to see you amount to something and reach the top of UWA. No one cares about you, or your dream. I have built a career of destroying dreams and have no problem ruining yours.”
“No one cares that you are in this match. The story everyone is paying attention to, what they want to see, is Jeszika and I finish what we started a month ago. You are just a third wheel here Garbage Man. You are just something someone should have dumped on the curb to be taken away. No one cares you are in the match and no one is betting you get the victory and become champion. I would make some obligatory remark about taking out the trash, but it hardly seems worth it. Compared to me, you are trash, nothing more and nothing less.”
::Travis moves towards the middle of the ring, having gotten a feel for it. He takes another look around to one of his starting points. He opens his left hand, stretching the fingers out, then moving them like writhing snakes.::
“Jeszika, Garbage Man, I came to the Unchained Wrestling Alliance to become a champion, a world heavyweight champion. I came here to prove that I am still “the Canadian Legend”, that I am still “the Once and Future King”.”
“At Spring Slaughter, I have no intention of losing and seeing my reputation as “the King of the Triple Threat Match” ruined. By hook or by crook, however I have to get it done, I am going to become the first ever UWA North American Champion.”
::Travis brings his hands to his waist, holding them open in an loose claw like position in the middle, and with one swift practiced motion, brings them apart. It is the gesture for a championship, one he has made many times and one that has come true many times.::
“I don’t care about your dreams Garbage Man, and I do not care which one of the many Jeszika Gautiers that are out there that you want to be this week Jeszika. All I care about is my reputation in a triple threat match and that title. They are mine and nothing you can say or do is going to change that. I am willing to do whatever I have to in order to win this match. That is not an idle threat. It is a promise. Nothing you say or do is going to prevent me from reclaiming my throne and becoming champion. Count on it.”
::Travis’s concentration is broken by the door opening. Several people enter the room. The first three, one athletic, black male with a shaved head, a lithe, but nicely build white woman with blonde hair and a muscular built, blonde white guy, each wearing gym clothes stop in their tracks as they see who is in the ring.::
“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have fresh meat to put through the grinder.”
::Those cold predatory eyes, that sadistic, ruthless focus, of Kyle Travis turns from Spring Slaughter to the students now entering the building. The scene starts fading to black as he moves towards them and places his hands on the ropes looking them over.::
“Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.”
::The scene fades to black.::
::It looks pretty much what you would imagine such a place to look like. There is a ring built in the center of the building. Mats line the floor around the ring. These can serve as the floor mats or the exercise mats for the wrestlers or people wanting to train. There are stands like a high school gym that can be pushed in to make room, or pulled out to allow a crowd to sit, as well as stacks of folded chairs against the wall. Near the ring is a folding table with a chair behind the table and two next to it, a microphone and a bell. This is that classic small, independent wrestling feel.::
::Along the walls are replicas of the CWA Championships; The CWA Champion, the CWA Tag Team Championship, and the CWA Yukon Championship. There are also pictures of several past CWA wrestlers that have made it to the big time, as well as current stars in the company.::
::Today, however, CWA is holding a wrestling school for some of its newcomers who wish to become wrestlers. As this is Canada, hockey, rodeo and professional wrestling are national sports. Their guest teacher is a CWA alumni who not only made it big, but became a legend; Kyle Travis. He did not wrestle for them full time, preferring in those early days when he was starting to compete in many different places, never really tying himself down until he felt he was ready. He wrestled not only Canada, but Japan, Mexico and parts of the United States before joining his first major promotion.::
::Travis closes the door behind him and drops the key into his gym bag. “The Once and Future King” looks ready for a work out as he is dressed in gym shorts and an black T-shirt that shows him with the “Pridebreaker” locked on to someone with the words “Either your pride or your body will be broken” on the back in red letters. However, he is also wearing a pair of knee pads and elbow pads.::
“Forgive the décor. I had made this commitment long before Spring Slaughter was set up. It is my way of giving back and ensuring the next generation. I may not have been a full time CWA wrestler, but who am I to turn down practice? Besides, I am always looking for that one student who will not end up a disappointment like a few others I have trained in the past.”
::Travis drops the key into his bag and then rubs his chin slowly in thought.::
“You know what doesn’t make any sense to me Jeszika?”
::Travis goes straight for the ring, lowering his hand.::
“I would think it would be the obvious issue I have with your story that there are in fact two Jeszika Gautiers, and they just happen to look the same, right down to their tattoos, sound the same, have the same hometown, the same set of moves they like to do, have the same biography and both seem to have a nice little level of hypocrisy. The odds of that happening are probably a lot bigger than the one-in-three chance you have of winning the triple threat match.”
::He sets the bag down by the ring and zips it closed.::
“But what makes no sense to me is how everyone believes it despite the fact that you have done nothing at all to hide the fact that you are her are the same person. Everything about you is the exact same as here. I mean here you are, married to some rich guy, your boss, and a few weeks ago, you and K.I.S.S. were complaining about all the rich arrogant people walking around here. It was just like in New Era Wrestling when her exact double, you, declared everything I said about NEW was wrong and I was just a disgruntled employee while you ignored everything management was doing until it had any effect on you.”
“Honestly though Jeszika, I love how your marriage combines both the plot of “What Happens in Vegas” with two people getting drunk in Las Vegas, getting married and then realizing they have a connection, and the plot of “Pretty Woman” as some rich guy is basically paying you to be with him. What exactly does he pay you for anyway Jes? You would think a guy with Brody’s money could afford women. And still, it’s great that you are willing to suck up your distain for the arrogant attitude that the rich people show here to accept his money, like the miserable hypocrite I have always know you to be.”
::Travis snaps his fingers and then swings his hand in the “oh shoot” gesture.::
“Oh wait, I’m sorry, I confused you for one of the other Jeszika Gautiers running around out there.”
::Grabbing the bottom rope, Travis uses it to pull himself up and then gets to his feet. He slowly enters the ring.::
“No wait, you are the one I am supposed to face at Spring Slaughter, right?”
::“The Canadian Legend” allows himself a small mocking smile as he paces around the ring. He runs his hands through his hair, around the back of his neck and under his ears in one motion.::
“I fail to see how anyone is buying this story of there being two of you. I will admit that the human genetics is probably capable of producing an exact physical double of a person. Plastic surgery is capable of altering a person’s physical appearance. Hell, medical science has figured out how to allow a person to change gender. There are almost seven billion people on Earth, so the possibility that somehow, someway, somewhere on this planet, there is someone who looks like you is not completely insane.”
“However, this story you are going on with, that the Jeszika Gautier I knew and had issues with in New Era Wrestling and you, Jeszika Gautier, are completely different people is perhaps the worst explanation of something I have ever heard. Everything about you is exactly the same, even the tattoos you have. Unless you have an identical twin sister, who decided to be identical in every single way possible, and your father named you both Jeszika, like George Foreman naming ALL his children George, then I am not buying it.”
::He throws his arms upwards and down in frustration.::
“Oh let me guess, that is the story you are going to tell me now isn’t it? That you actually DO have an identical twin sister, just happened to have the same name, and you both got matching tattoos so you would always make dates or appearances or whatever, and you two both decided to go into wrestling, but her name is Jeszika Marie Gautier or something. Yeah, because it makes complete sense that your have an identical twin sister, who is exactly the same as you in every way imaginable, but you two do not want to be in the same company.”
::Travis places his hands on his hips, shaking his head in disbelief.::
“And of course now you are going to get all upset and act insulted that I am apparently the only person who does not see the clear obvious fact that you are the real Jeszika Gautier, unlike that filthy godless imposter Jeszika Gautier, who just happens to be the same as you in everyway possible, I knew in NEW. Because, clearly your being Ali Later in Heroes and there’s like seven Jeszika Gautiers out there makes complete sense.”
::Again, Travis allows himself a mocking smile. He is clearly amused by this whole scenario.::
“I love how you constantly deny it, despite the proof. I love how people just seem to accept it as truth because they like you. I love how you act all pissed off that I keep insisting that you are her are the same person to sell this delusion of yours. And I love it because it is just so damn stupid.”
“If I can rip off Eminem for a moment; could the real Jeszika Gautier please stand up?”
::Slowly, “the Canadian Legend” leans against the ropes and bounces on them a little. He stops bouncing, looking upwards. He smiles.::
“Now you can deny that you are the same person all you want, but honestly, you can settle this whole issue. All you have I need is to see your identical twin live and in person, because until then, I am not buying the story. You can have her somehow show up on television, and given that she is the same as you, she would do it for the money. But see, it has to be in person, because in this day and age, there is a lot that can be with computers and CGI.”
::He lowers his head and pushes off the ropes, but stands there near the ropes.::
“But I know you can’t Jeszika, because you are the same person. Deny it all you want. Try to hide it all you want. The simple fact of the matter is that you and her are the exact same, and no matter how pissed off you act trying to hide it, even Helen Keller could tell you and this so-called “second Jeszika Gautier” out there are the same person.”
::He stops smiling.::
“But what you cannot deny, the truth you cannot lie about is that you got exactly what you wanted. You have an opportunity to get me back in that ring. Now I am sure you didn’t want it to be in a triple threat match, but that’s what you get. And I am sure whichever Jeszika Gautier you claim to be this week will find some reason to have an issue with me, so at least one of you can get their payback.”
::Travis moves around again, swinging his arms back and forth as he paces around the ring to losen them up and stretch them out.::
“And Jeszika, however many of you that you are claiming there is, you are capable enough to do it. I stand by what I said weeks ago when I said you were a tough competitor. I meant it when I said I know what you are capable of. I watched one of you overcome the odds and if NEW had been run by someone who knows what they are doing, or even a mentally challenge chimp on meth, instead of the guy obsessed with his own dick that is running that sinking ship when I left, I believe you would have actually been able to make it to the top. Now if that Jeszika shows up, then we have a match.”
“But let me tell you this Jeszika, and this goes out to all the Jeszika Gautiers out there, that your attempt to get payback for this insult of me questioning the creditability of your ridiculous story is as ridiculous as your ridiculous story. So many people have tried. All have failed. And you, or the however many Jeszika Gautiers you want to tell me are out there, will not be the one to get the job done.”
“I told you, this is a triple threat match, and it is my specialty. You, Jeszika, or any of your clones or identical twins or whatever you want to call them, will not get your revenge, and you will not be taking the North American Championship. I am leaving with that title regardless of how many of you I have to beat to get it.”
::Travis turns back to the ropes, grabbing them and tugging them. The ropes hold. After a moment, he stops pulling on them. He then pulls them again, trying to gain a feel for the ropes.::
“Now Garbage Man, I have not forgotten about you at all. I mean it is kind of hard to forget about you when you have such a terrible name.”
“Although, I will admit, you do not see a lot of wrestling trash collectors. I have seen a lot of bikers, guys claiming to have weird supernatural powers, giant hulking behemoths, people with clones, but not many trash collectors. It’s not entirely original, but like they say “write what you know”.”
::Releasing the ropes, Travis stretches his arms again. He points his left arm over towards the right side of this body and grabs his left shoulder with his right hand.::
“You have that whole common man thing going for you, with your blue collar background and upbringing. You are making it work for you though, I give you that. I couldn’t do it. My mother was a hairdresser, and I really couldn’t see making Kyle “the Stylist” Travis or Kyle “the Barber of Calgary” Travis work for me. Couldn’t go straight up “the Barber”, because I am pretty sure that it was done already and someone may own the trademark on it. My father had a town job, which really wouldn’t help the whole blue collar thing. You make it work though. Me? I just got by on my talent, ability and willingness to be the monster. I’m the guy that proved you do not need to be seven feet tall to be a monster.”
::He switches off, this time moving his right arm towards his left and grabs his right shoulder with his left hand.::
“And you’re a nice guy, a gentleman, if I heard you correctly. Well unfortunately, all nice will get you in the ring with me is your arm torn off. You can be a gentleman between those ropes all you want. Personally, I would rather forgo the chivalry and win the championship. So, if I have to piledrive Jeszika, whichever one shows up, into the stairs, or throw you through a table to get the win, then I am going to do it. Nice guys finish last in the ring. Against me, nice usually doesn’t get to finish.”
::Releasing his shoulder, Travis rolls his shoulders and starts swinging his arms back and forth to loosen them up a bit.::
“So you are just a regular blue collared guy who thought he would try to get into wrestling. Now here you are, about to make it to a pay-per-view and a championship. I suppose it goes without saying that it is better than standing on the back of a truck collecting other people’s waste at some godforsaken hour of the morning in any kind of weather. This must be a dream come true.”
“Think about it. Soon you will hit that ring and the fans will be cheering for you, rooting for you. They will want to see you win the North American Championship and then, you may go on to fulfill your dream of becoming the UWA World Heavyweight Champion. And they will cheer for you as you realize your dream.”
::“The Canadian Legend”, “the Once and Future King”, the self-proclaimed “King of the Triple Threat Match”, stops stretching, stops pacing and stands in the middle of the ring. He closes his eyes and almost seems to be visualizing Spring Slaughter and the crowd that will attend. A pay-per-view is a long way away from the type of place his is in now, a company that maybe can only sell DVDs of their product at their own events.::
“At Spring Slaughter, they will cheer. They will cheer not because they love you. The will not be cheering because you are the underdog, the common man fighting for his dream and that is relatable. They will cheer you Garbage Man for the same reason they are cheering whichever Jeszika Gautier shows up. They will cheer you because they hate me that much more.”
::He opens his eyes. The tip of his tongue slowly slides over his lips, like someone about to feed. Travis’s mentality has more often than not been compared to a shark or some other predator, seeing his opponents more as prey. Suffice to say, it is not something he has tried really hard to correct or disprove.::
“It is your dream to be the UWA World Heavyweight Champion? That’s such a nice dream. And right now, you are probably dreaming that you will become the first UWA North American Champion and it will be great. But, I have made a career of killing dreams and ending careers. I have no problem ending your dream as brutally as I can Garbage Man. I can and will do it, and I am not going to lose any sleep over it because there will be a new replica belt in my trophy room when it is over.”
“I think I have seen only one of your matches. You are green. There is talent there, potential, but you are green. I have seen so many rookies with potential come into this business and fail to make it. Potential is just that, potential. People may have it, but until you use it, it’s pretty much worthless. Unfortunately, green is not good enough to step into the ring with me. I break green and do not think twice about it.”
“You want to pull off the blue collar look, that’s fine. However if you think being a gentleman is going to help you inside that ring, in a triple threat match, then you are sorely mistaken. I am at my worst, my most vicious, my best, when inside a triple threat and armed with only a thirty-three percent chance of winning.
::There is a mocking amusement in the smile that forms on the face of Kyle Travis.::
“It is kind of funny really, when you think about it, how you were just added to this match, because when you get right down to it, you are not really even all that important to the match. So many people want to see Jeszika Gautier get her hands on me, as if her beating me will somehow make me see that there are indeed two Jeszika Gautiers who just, by sheer amazing coincidence, happen to be the same in every way, and that he marriage is not just a rip off of “What Happens in Vegas” with a little “Pretty Woman” thrown into the mix.”
::He laughs. It is a mirthless, cruel, mocking laugh.::
“I honestly think that if you were not involved in this match, then no one would miss you or be demanding that you get added in on Facebook and Twitter. I seriously doubt that the Internet wrestling community, the fickle mass that never happy and always manages to find something to complain about or change their stance at the drop of a hat, is chomping at the bit to see you amount to something and reach the top of UWA. No one cares about you, or your dream. I have built a career of destroying dreams and have no problem ruining yours.”
“No one cares that you are in this match. The story everyone is paying attention to, what they want to see, is Jeszika and I finish what we started a month ago. You are just a third wheel here Garbage Man. You are just something someone should have dumped on the curb to be taken away. No one cares you are in the match and no one is betting you get the victory and become champion. I would make some obligatory remark about taking out the trash, but it hardly seems worth it. Compared to me, you are trash, nothing more and nothing less.”
::Travis moves towards the middle of the ring, having gotten a feel for it. He takes another look around to one of his starting points. He opens his left hand, stretching the fingers out, then moving them like writhing snakes.::
“Jeszika, Garbage Man, I came to the Unchained Wrestling Alliance to become a champion, a world heavyweight champion. I came here to prove that I am still “the Canadian Legend”, that I am still “the Once and Future King”.”
“At Spring Slaughter, I have no intention of losing and seeing my reputation as “the King of the Triple Threat Match” ruined. By hook or by crook, however I have to get it done, I am going to become the first ever UWA North American Champion.”
::Travis brings his hands to his waist, holding them open in an loose claw like position in the middle, and with one swift practiced motion, brings them apart. It is the gesture for a championship, one he has made many times and one that has come true many times.::
“I don’t care about your dreams Garbage Man, and I do not care which one of the many Jeszika Gautiers that are out there that you want to be this week Jeszika. All I care about is my reputation in a triple threat match and that title. They are mine and nothing you can say or do is going to change that. I am willing to do whatever I have to in order to win this match. That is not an idle threat. It is a promise. Nothing you say or do is going to prevent me from reclaiming my throne and becoming champion. Count on it.”
::Travis’s concentration is broken by the door opening. Several people enter the room. The first three, one athletic, black male with a shaved head, a lithe, but nicely build white woman with blonde hair and a muscular built, blonde white guy, each wearing gym clothes stop in their tracks as they see who is in the ring.::
“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have fresh meat to put through the grinder.”
::Those cold predatory eyes, that sadistic, ruthless focus, of Kyle Travis turns from Spring Slaughter to the students now entering the building. The scene starts fading to black as he moves towards them and places his hands on the ropes looking them over.::
“Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.”
::The scene fades to black.::