Post by Kyle Travis on Apr 17, 2014 15:38:37 GMT -6
::Kyle Travis is seated in a black leather desk chair, the kind found in an office store. Behind him appears to be a wooden door with no adornments or anything on it, so it is unlikely he is inside an Office Max or a Home Depot doing this. He himself seems rather simply dressed, a dress shirt and pants with his hair loose. He rubs his chin for a moment.::
“Jeszika Gautier, allow me to apologize for every doubting you.”
::He leans in his chair a little.::
“Those pictures were proof enough to convince me.”
::His voice is that mix of sarcasm and condescending that makes one want to hit the person talking. It is like he is talking to a child, but being a jerk about it..::
“After all, we all know that there is absolutely no way at all to fake a gun shot. Every time you turn on the television or watch a movie and see someone getting shot, that is not faked. That person is actually taking a bullet. It is so sad how many actors had to die over the years to make some truly great movies. If only they didn’t need to get shot or stabbed to perform. It is truly, truly tragic. I mean, how can Jennifer Lawrence sleep at night after doing the Hunger Games, knowing how many arrows she put into such young actors who had yet to live? And what of Sylvester Stallone and Arnold Swachenegger? Think how many people they shot in all their movies? How can they justify what they do, knowing the bodies they have piled up from the Rocky and Terminator movies alone, never mind everything they have done?”
“I mean, sweet Jesus, why would anyone go into action movies knowing that they will be shot and stabbed and even killed while filming those movies? Even movies that are not action movies, but still have guns, like Forest Gump or the like, how can they justify just killing actors? It is insane.”
“And of course, we all know that there is no way at all that a person’s appearance can be changed in anyway. No way at all. Coloring of the hair is impossible enough, but to alter a face? Why medical science has yet to develop such techniques or technology. Everyone must keep the noses or ears or whatever they are born with, and keep whatever develops, because there is no way to change those things at all.”
“The very idea that a doctor, perhaps a specialist of some sort, like a surgeon perhaps, could, somehow, perhaps through surgical techniques, alter a person’s appearance in any way at all, is the ranting of the insane, or the work of science fiction. It cannot be done.”
“And the idea that doctors and modern medicine can treat a gun wound? Oh God, we pray for the day when our doctors and the medical community can treat even the most minor of injuries like a splinter without it being a death sentence. A gun shot wound though? Oh we may as well be preparing for her funeral if she is not already dead, but with our methods of communication, we may not know for months.”
“And honestly, I forgot Jeszika had been shot. I mean, I am such a die hard NEW fan, which is why I practically begged for my release and I keep up to date with everything going on there, despite the fact that I was not even watching it while I was working there and I do not care if the entire roster dies in a freak bus crash on a European tour.”
::He laughs. This is not his usual laugh. This one sounds like he is actually amused by something he finds funny. He proceeds to wipe a tear from his eye.::
“Oh well, I suppose I have had my fun. It seems that it is time for me to come clean.”
::Travis sits up straight, steepling his hands and then leans forward.::
“The truth of the matter, Jeszika, is that I have always known that you, Jeszika Gautier and the Jeszika Gautier I knew in New Era Wrestling are not the same person. You are just an imitation, a copy. A good copy, but nonetheless, a copy all the same.”
“I have always known.”
“Now there are a few reasons I have just kept this going. The first may be that your reaction entertained me. I was honestly wondering what you would do. Would you run with it or would you just tell me I was lying? Did not think you would go with the later. The second is that the whole thing just amused me. You have spent more time on this whole you are not the Jeszika Gautier I knew in New Era Wrestling and completely ignored the fact that I am pretty much calling your marriage a sham at best, and at worst, a sham that rips off movies. I honestly thought the whole marriage is a shame thing would have set you off more, but I will admit to being surprised.”
“You really could have settled this whole thing a lot easier and sooner too Jes, because there is one really major difference between you and the REAL Jeszika Gautier. It is one huge difference that you could have so easily pointed out rather then just going crazy and would have settled it.”
“You see Jes, that one huge difference between you and the Jeszika Gautier, the real one in New Era Wrestling, is the fact that Jeszika admitted she was bisexual.”
::“The Canadian Legend leans back in his chair and spins around. He stops himself as he completes a circle and then moves the chair a bit back its original position.::
“I mean that is all you had to say. And I know this to be true because she came out publicly around the time I declared my intentions to leave New Era Wrestling, and it completely overshadowed her announcement due to the fact it is 2014, and no one really cares about gay athletes outside Fox News and their friends.”
“See I have known for a long time, that first promo you did. Honestly, I think you should have run with it though, taken it as a compliment, because otherwise, YOU ARE COMPLETELY PATHETIC!”
::Travis thrusts his hands forward and then drops them down on the arm rests. This is no amusement in his voice, no hint that he even finds this funny any more.::
“I mean my God woman is there anything original about you?! You want to sit there and act all righteous and jugemental, act like you are somehow better than me, with a borrowed name? At least I am self-made you pathetic copy.”
“It is one thing when some luchador passes his mask and name to another wrestler and they become a Junior. It is a tradition down there. But to completely copy another wrestler in every detail? That is just a level of pathetic and sad that I have NEVER encountered.”
“Have you actually ever met her? Does she even know you are using her name, her bio, everything about her? Did she even give you permission or were you just some pathetic rookie, who rather than make a name for yourself, decided to take the name of an established wrestler to try and make it in this business? Because honestly, I am thinking it is the later. Or did she decide to franchise it and there are like twenty more Jeszika Gautiers out there? I mean how many are there out there? Did she really think she even had a legacy worth passing on? Or are you just some pathetic little fan of hers trying to carry on a legacy that never really existed?”
“I am just going to say that thank God I was smart enough to use my own name when I started wrestling, that way, there was nothing to trademark, and I pretty much own it.”
“And I thought you ridiculous marriage that just seemed to be Pretty Woman meets What Happens in Vegas was pathetic, but this takes the cake.”
“Jeszika, or whatever your name is…”
::Travis slowly slides his hands through his hair, then over his head, down to the base of his skull and under his ears and chin before bringing them together and pointing forward with them pressed palms together.::
“You know what, to avoid confusion, I am going to call her Jeszika Gautier, or Jeszika. I am going to call you Copy Jeszika, or Jeszika Remake or Jeszika v2, because she is the original and you are the copy.”
::He opens his hands again, still gesturing forward with them.::
“Oh please. Please go ahead and deny it. Please go ahead and try to convince everyone that you are, in fact, the original Jeszika Gautier and she is the copy, even though she started wrestling a year or two before you did. I am begging you Copy Jeszika to just try and sell that pathetic story. Or you know what? No, try and sell me on the sheer amazing, mindblowing coincidence that there are, in fact, two Jeszika Gautiers, both white blonde women with tattoos, living in New Orleans, who decided to get into wrestling, use the exact same moves, exact same names, and have the same profile. Tell me whatever lie makes you feel better. I love that whole you just met for the first time ever thing to. It was so believable.”
“You are just a copy of the original. I will admit that you are a very good copy. I mean you got all her moves down pat and, of course, you captured that sheer hypocrisy and ability to ignore the things she didn’t want to see.”
::Smiling, Travis drops his hands down on the arm rests of the chair.::
“Hello Jeszika.”
“Still glad you were so damn loyal to Randy and New Era Wrestling Jeszika? How’s the leg? Still glad you defended those people and completely ignored all the crap that was going on around you? How did that work out for you?”
::He nods and snaps his fingers.::
“Oh right.”
“Isn’t it great to know that all that loyalty, all that hard work was so well rewarded? I mean it’s not like what I said about management was true? Oh wait, yeah it was.”
“Well Jeszika, you should know that your copy pretty much nailed you. She is tough. She is able to ignore her husband’s wealth while condemning his attitude and that of myself and Sang Réal. Although, I do admit that I am not a fan of theirs. I have had issue with Connor’s brother, but that is neither here or there. And she does bare a physical resemblance to you as she is also a blonde white girl with tattoos. If you had found an Asian or African American, this would not have been as fun, so I thank you for that.”
::He stops smiling.::
“Anyway Copy Jeszika, congratulations are in order as I am going to stop accusing you of being the original, because the joke has run its course. Unfortunately, your joke of trying to be her is still going. But we will see how long that lasts. After all, the remake is hardly ever as good as the original, and that is all you are.”
“And that is all you are. That is all you will eve be. You are just a remake, a copy, a wannabe trying to stand on the accomplishments of a name that isn’t even yours. You can condemn a guy like me or Broderick or even Sang Réal all you want, while ignoring the fact you are married to the guy, but in the end none of us are cheap knocks off the original. We make it or do not in this line of work with our own names, not someone else’s.”
::With his left thumb, “the Once and Future King” gestures to himself.::
“Night in, night out, I go out to that ring and I built my own name. I proved to everyone that who ever doubted me that I could make it in this business and I made it further than some cheap tattooed shank living the plot of Pretty Woman and What Happens in Vegas with a borrowed name.”
“It is sad that while I admit to having seen a wrestling trash man before, even seen one spoofed, the Garbage Man is still more original that you Jes Part II. No one in the last decade decided on being a wrestling trash collector and handed his name, profile and moves to some newcomer to keep the legacy going. It is certainly more original than wrestling biker; there have been so many of those. You see, Jeszika part 2, unlike you at least I can say that the Garbage Man is a self-made man. He would have to be, wouldn’t he?”
::Leaning forward, Travis places his elbows on the arm rests of the chair and starts to rub his temples like he has a headache or is just annoyed.::
“Garbage Man, when I said you were being completely ignored in this match, I meant it. I did not think you would make it so easy to do though. Your inclusion in this match is not only irrelevant, but it is pretty much unnecessary. You could not even show up and no one would miss you or care. And that is sad. It actually may be sadder than Copy Jeszika Gautier there, but only by a slim margin.”
::He stops and leans back into the chair, causing the chair to lean back and tilt towards the left just a bit. He leans his head back.::
“I would actually rather have Kaylyn James Evans in this match rather than you. Not because it would be easier to beat up two women, but because she would actually make the effort to win. She would actually try and make that impact. She would not be wasting this opportunity, like you are.”
::Nothing even bother to really move, and with almost complete disregard for any possible threat the man he is addressing could pose to him, Travis just holds his left hand out like he is gesturing to someone or presenting someone with something.::
“Look at yourself. Do you think anyone, even the three people that cheer you, or the dozens that will cheer you at Spring Slaughter are looking at you like you are going to be UWA World Champion? I can tell you that they are not. They do not think you have a shot in this match. They do not think you have a shot in any match.”
::He leans forward. His forehead is in his left hand, holding it up. It is like he has accepted the fact that he is just waiting words on a person he does not even consider to be a threat of any kind to him.::
“I would call you the dark horse to win, but honestly, you are the horse that just started running in the other direction. You are not even the underdog. You are the dog waiting to be put down Garbage Man. And at Spring Slaughter, that is exactly what is going to happen.”
::He looks up, that predatory glare in his eyes as he spreads the fingers on his left hand, letting them move and stretch a bit.::
“There is not going to be some great ending to the night where you are declared the winner and get to hold the UWA North American Championship into the air as you celebrate your win. There is only going to be you laying on the floor or having surrendered to the Pridebreaker while I stand there in the ring, raising the belt high into the air as I am declared the first ever UWA North American Champion.”
::With his left hand, he slaps his chest, making a slight thump noise, or something akin to that sound. He then balls his hand into a fist.::
“I have worked too hard and too long, suffered too much for some underdog wannabe and a lousy remake to stoop me from making history and ruining my triple threat match record. This is my moment. This is my time.”
::He turns the chair around, with his back now towards the camera. The angle quickly changes as to face him as “The Once and Future King” rises to his feet, with his arms spread outward. The camera pans back to reveal that this is taking place in his trophy room/office. Directly behind him is his desk, containing a phone and his computer. Along the walls behind him, where he is gesturing towards, is a replica of every one of the titles he has won, along with the match, date and venue. Of those twenty-three championships, a quarter of them have been won in triple threat matches. After a moment, he smirks.::
“So I decided to show off the trophy room, so sue me. Or better yet, you lousy remake, stand there and act all high and mighty in your rich husband’s penthouse while ignoring the penthouse and your cliché movie marriage.”
::Travis lowers his arms and stops smiling.::
“Have either of you two ever even been a champion, let alone a first champion?”
“I have.”
::He turns around, looking at the championships that have helped define his career, elevated him to the status of legend, and been a part of some truly brutal moments.::
“I was the first AWE World Empire Champion, holding it for only a month before it was honestly stolen, but then again, no champion really lasted long there. I was also the first ACW Television Champion, holding it for several months, the longest reign before the title was retired and remade, because the guy who won it from me, although he never beat me, just managed to drag it down through the mud so badly that keeping the Television Championship as the Television Championship would have been insulting to every other Television Championship in wrestling.”
“Becoming a champion make you a part of history. No matter what, your name lives on in some part of that company’s record books. Somewhere, the moment will exist as long as people remember it. To become a world champion is to attain immortality, because you are, for however brief the moment is, the flagship, the standard bearer of the company. To become the first person to win a title though, it is a special kind of immortality.”
“Right now, despite her reign mostly consisting of her whining that her belt was stolen and she is getting picked on, Aerynn Donnelly’s name will live on forever because she was the first UWA World Heavyweight Champion. From now, until the day that the Unchained Wrestling Alliance shuts its doors, her name will be spoken of whenever people talk about the UWA World Heavyweight Championship. Over the next few years, if UWA lasts that long, and anniversaries are celebrated, her name will be mentioned as the first champion this company ever crowned. No matter what, until the end of time, that moment when she became UWA World Heavyweight Champion, when she raised that title high above her head and was the first champion UWA ever crowned, will live forever.”
::He turns back around from the titles on the wall, with is back now towards those championships.::
“That is the moment I want. That is the moment I will have at Spring Slaughter. This is not about adding another belt to the trophy wall. That is a perk. This is about history. This is about my reputation in triple threat matches. This is about me, and not some dark horse no one will be sad about seeing turned into glue or dog food, or some lousy remake with a romantic comedy cliché marriage, becoming champion. This is about me making history. All you two are, all you ever were, are the stepping stones to my rise to greatness.”
“Jeszika version 2, don’t sit there and ask “what would the REAL Jeszika Gautier do”, because the answer is probably something along the lines of ignoring all the things wrong around you while defending the company that doesn’t care if someone shoots you. Garbage Man, do not delude yourself into think you even stand a chance or that anyone even cares about you. What you both should be concerned about is what I am willing to do to win this match, because I guarantee you if I have to end a career to become champion, I am not going to lose any sleep over it.”
“I have said it before, and I will say it again, because time and time again, I have proven it to be true; “the Once and Future King” is going back on his throne. At Spring Slaughter, there is nothing you can say or do that is going to prevent me from becoming the first UWA North American Champion in history.”
::He spreads his arms outward, with his head raised towards the ceiling.::
“The Once and Future King is going to reclaim his throne! Challenge and learn.”
::The scene faced out on that image of “Canadian Legend” posing among his titles.::
“Jeszika Gautier, allow me to apologize for every doubting you.”
::He leans in his chair a little.::
“Those pictures were proof enough to convince me.”
::His voice is that mix of sarcasm and condescending that makes one want to hit the person talking. It is like he is talking to a child, but being a jerk about it..::
“After all, we all know that there is absolutely no way at all to fake a gun shot. Every time you turn on the television or watch a movie and see someone getting shot, that is not faked. That person is actually taking a bullet. It is so sad how many actors had to die over the years to make some truly great movies. If only they didn’t need to get shot or stabbed to perform. It is truly, truly tragic. I mean, how can Jennifer Lawrence sleep at night after doing the Hunger Games, knowing how many arrows she put into such young actors who had yet to live? And what of Sylvester Stallone and Arnold Swachenegger? Think how many people they shot in all their movies? How can they justify what they do, knowing the bodies they have piled up from the Rocky and Terminator movies alone, never mind everything they have done?”
“I mean, sweet Jesus, why would anyone go into action movies knowing that they will be shot and stabbed and even killed while filming those movies? Even movies that are not action movies, but still have guns, like Forest Gump or the like, how can they justify just killing actors? It is insane.”
“And of course, we all know that there is no way at all that a person’s appearance can be changed in anyway. No way at all. Coloring of the hair is impossible enough, but to alter a face? Why medical science has yet to develop such techniques or technology. Everyone must keep the noses or ears or whatever they are born with, and keep whatever develops, because there is no way to change those things at all.”
“The very idea that a doctor, perhaps a specialist of some sort, like a surgeon perhaps, could, somehow, perhaps through surgical techniques, alter a person’s appearance in any way at all, is the ranting of the insane, or the work of science fiction. It cannot be done.”
“And the idea that doctors and modern medicine can treat a gun wound? Oh God, we pray for the day when our doctors and the medical community can treat even the most minor of injuries like a splinter without it being a death sentence. A gun shot wound though? Oh we may as well be preparing for her funeral if she is not already dead, but with our methods of communication, we may not know for months.”
“And honestly, I forgot Jeszika had been shot. I mean, I am such a die hard NEW fan, which is why I practically begged for my release and I keep up to date with everything going on there, despite the fact that I was not even watching it while I was working there and I do not care if the entire roster dies in a freak bus crash on a European tour.”
::He laughs. This is not his usual laugh. This one sounds like he is actually amused by something he finds funny. He proceeds to wipe a tear from his eye.::
“Oh well, I suppose I have had my fun. It seems that it is time for me to come clean.”
::Travis sits up straight, steepling his hands and then leans forward.::
“The truth of the matter, Jeszika, is that I have always known that you, Jeszika Gautier and the Jeszika Gautier I knew in New Era Wrestling are not the same person. You are just an imitation, a copy. A good copy, but nonetheless, a copy all the same.”
“I have always known.”
“Now there are a few reasons I have just kept this going. The first may be that your reaction entertained me. I was honestly wondering what you would do. Would you run with it or would you just tell me I was lying? Did not think you would go with the later. The second is that the whole thing just amused me. You have spent more time on this whole you are not the Jeszika Gautier I knew in New Era Wrestling and completely ignored the fact that I am pretty much calling your marriage a sham at best, and at worst, a sham that rips off movies. I honestly thought the whole marriage is a shame thing would have set you off more, but I will admit to being surprised.”
“You really could have settled this whole thing a lot easier and sooner too Jes, because there is one really major difference between you and the REAL Jeszika Gautier. It is one huge difference that you could have so easily pointed out rather then just going crazy and would have settled it.”
“You see Jes, that one huge difference between you and the Jeszika Gautier, the real one in New Era Wrestling, is the fact that Jeszika admitted she was bisexual.”
::“The Canadian Legend leans back in his chair and spins around. He stops himself as he completes a circle and then moves the chair a bit back its original position.::
“I mean that is all you had to say. And I know this to be true because she came out publicly around the time I declared my intentions to leave New Era Wrestling, and it completely overshadowed her announcement due to the fact it is 2014, and no one really cares about gay athletes outside Fox News and their friends.”
“See I have known for a long time, that first promo you did. Honestly, I think you should have run with it though, taken it as a compliment, because otherwise, YOU ARE COMPLETELY PATHETIC!”
::Travis thrusts his hands forward and then drops them down on the arm rests. This is no amusement in his voice, no hint that he even finds this funny any more.::
“I mean my God woman is there anything original about you?! You want to sit there and act all righteous and jugemental, act like you are somehow better than me, with a borrowed name? At least I am self-made you pathetic copy.”
“It is one thing when some luchador passes his mask and name to another wrestler and they become a Junior. It is a tradition down there. But to completely copy another wrestler in every detail? That is just a level of pathetic and sad that I have NEVER encountered.”
“Have you actually ever met her? Does she even know you are using her name, her bio, everything about her? Did she even give you permission or were you just some pathetic rookie, who rather than make a name for yourself, decided to take the name of an established wrestler to try and make it in this business? Because honestly, I am thinking it is the later. Or did she decide to franchise it and there are like twenty more Jeszika Gautiers out there? I mean how many are there out there? Did she really think she even had a legacy worth passing on? Or are you just some pathetic little fan of hers trying to carry on a legacy that never really existed?”
“I am just going to say that thank God I was smart enough to use my own name when I started wrestling, that way, there was nothing to trademark, and I pretty much own it.”
“And I thought you ridiculous marriage that just seemed to be Pretty Woman meets What Happens in Vegas was pathetic, but this takes the cake.”
“Jeszika, or whatever your name is…”
::Travis slowly slides his hands through his hair, then over his head, down to the base of his skull and under his ears and chin before bringing them together and pointing forward with them pressed palms together.::
“You know what, to avoid confusion, I am going to call her Jeszika Gautier, or Jeszika. I am going to call you Copy Jeszika, or Jeszika Remake or Jeszika v2, because she is the original and you are the copy.”
::He opens his hands again, still gesturing forward with them.::
“Oh please. Please go ahead and deny it. Please go ahead and try to convince everyone that you are, in fact, the original Jeszika Gautier and she is the copy, even though she started wrestling a year or two before you did. I am begging you Copy Jeszika to just try and sell that pathetic story. Or you know what? No, try and sell me on the sheer amazing, mindblowing coincidence that there are, in fact, two Jeszika Gautiers, both white blonde women with tattoos, living in New Orleans, who decided to get into wrestling, use the exact same moves, exact same names, and have the same profile. Tell me whatever lie makes you feel better. I love that whole you just met for the first time ever thing to. It was so believable.”
“You are just a copy of the original. I will admit that you are a very good copy. I mean you got all her moves down pat and, of course, you captured that sheer hypocrisy and ability to ignore the things she didn’t want to see.”
::Smiling, Travis drops his hands down on the arm rests of the chair.::
“Hello Jeszika.”
“Still glad you were so damn loyal to Randy and New Era Wrestling Jeszika? How’s the leg? Still glad you defended those people and completely ignored all the crap that was going on around you? How did that work out for you?”
::He nods and snaps his fingers.::
“Oh right.”
“Isn’t it great to know that all that loyalty, all that hard work was so well rewarded? I mean it’s not like what I said about management was true? Oh wait, yeah it was.”
“Well Jeszika, you should know that your copy pretty much nailed you. She is tough. She is able to ignore her husband’s wealth while condemning his attitude and that of myself and Sang Réal. Although, I do admit that I am not a fan of theirs. I have had issue with Connor’s brother, but that is neither here or there. And she does bare a physical resemblance to you as she is also a blonde white girl with tattoos. If you had found an Asian or African American, this would not have been as fun, so I thank you for that.”
::He stops smiling.::
“Anyway Copy Jeszika, congratulations are in order as I am going to stop accusing you of being the original, because the joke has run its course. Unfortunately, your joke of trying to be her is still going. But we will see how long that lasts. After all, the remake is hardly ever as good as the original, and that is all you are.”
“And that is all you are. That is all you will eve be. You are just a remake, a copy, a wannabe trying to stand on the accomplishments of a name that isn’t even yours. You can condemn a guy like me or Broderick or even Sang Réal all you want, while ignoring the fact you are married to the guy, but in the end none of us are cheap knocks off the original. We make it or do not in this line of work with our own names, not someone else’s.”
::With his left thumb, “the Once and Future King” gestures to himself.::
“Night in, night out, I go out to that ring and I built my own name. I proved to everyone that who ever doubted me that I could make it in this business and I made it further than some cheap tattooed shank living the plot of Pretty Woman and What Happens in Vegas with a borrowed name.”
“It is sad that while I admit to having seen a wrestling trash man before, even seen one spoofed, the Garbage Man is still more original that you Jes Part II. No one in the last decade decided on being a wrestling trash collector and handed his name, profile and moves to some newcomer to keep the legacy going. It is certainly more original than wrestling biker; there have been so many of those. You see, Jeszika part 2, unlike you at least I can say that the Garbage Man is a self-made man. He would have to be, wouldn’t he?”
::Leaning forward, Travis places his elbows on the arm rests of the chair and starts to rub his temples like he has a headache or is just annoyed.::
“Garbage Man, when I said you were being completely ignored in this match, I meant it. I did not think you would make it so easy to do though. Your inclusion in this match is not only irrelevant, but it is pretty much unnecessary. You could not even show up and no one would miss you or care. And that is sad. It actually may be sadder than Copy Jeszika Gautier there, but only by a slim margin.”
::He stops and leans back into the chair, causing the chair to lean back and tilt towards the left just a bit. He leans his head back.::
“I would actually rather have Kaylyn James Evans in this match rather than you. Not because it would be easier to beat up two women, but because she would actually make the effort to win. She would actually try and make that impact. She would not be wasting this opportunity, like you are.”
::Nothing even bother to really move, and with almost complete disregard for any possible threat the man he is addressing could pose to him, Travis just holds his left hand out like he is gesturing to someone or presenting someone with something.::
“Look at yourself. Do you think anyone, even the three people that cheer you, or the dozens that will cheer you at Spring Slaughter are looking at you like you are going to be UWA World Champion? I can tell you that they are not. They do not think you have a shot in this match. They do not think you have a shot in any match.”
::He leans forward. His forehead is in his left hand, holding it up. It is like he has accepted the fact that he is just waiting words on a person he does not even consider to be a threat of any kind to him.::
“I would call you the dark horse to win, but honestly, you are the horse that just started running in the other direction. You are not even the underdog. You are the dog waiting to be put down Garbage Man. And at Spring Slaughter, that is exactly what is going to happen.”
::He looks up, that predatory glare in his eyes as he spreads the fingers on his left hand, letting them move and stretch a bit.::
“There is not going to be some great ending to the night where you are declared the winner and get to hold the UWA North American Championship into the air as you celebrate your win. There is only going to be you laying on the floor or having surrendered to the Pridebreaker while I stand there in the ring, raising the belt high into the air as I am declared the first ever UWA North American Champion.”
::With his left hand, he slaps his chest, making a slight thump noise, or something akin to that sound. He then balls his hand into a fist.::
“I have worked too hard and too long, suffered too much for some underdog wannabe and a lousy remake to stoop me from making history and ruining my triple threat match record. This is my moment. This is my time.”
::He turns the chair around, with his back now towards the camera. The angle quickly changes as to face him as “The Once and Future King” rises to his feet, with his arms spread outward. The camera pans back to reveal that this is taking place in his trophy room/office. Directly behind him is his desk, containing a phone and his computer. Along the walls behind him, where he is gesturing towards, is a replica of every one of the titles he has won, along with the match, date and venue. Of those twenty-three championships, a quarter of them have been won in triple threat matches. After a moment, he smirks.::
“So I decided to show off the trophy room, so sue me. Or better yet, you lousy remake, stand there and act all high and mighty in your rich husband’s penthouse while ignoring the penthouse and your cliché movie marriage.”
::Travis lowers his arms and stops smiling.::
“Have either of you two ever even been a champion, let alone a first champion?”
“I have.”
::He turns around, looking at the championships that have helped define his career, elevated him to the status of legend, and been a part of some truly brutal moments.::
“I was the first AWE World Empire Champion, holding it for only a month before it was honestly stolen, but then again, no champion really lasted long there. I was also the first ACW Television Champion, holding it for several months, the longest reign before the title was retired and remade, because the guy who won it from me, although he never beat me, just managed to drag it down through the mud so badly that keeping the Television Championship as the Television Championship would have been insulting to every other Television Championship in wrestling.”
“Becoming a champion make you a part of history. No matter what, your name lives on in some part of that company’s record books. Somewhere, the moment will exist as long as people remember it. To become a world champion is to attain immortality, because you are, for however brief the moment is, the flagship, the standard bearer of the company. To become the first person to win a title though, it is a special kind of immortality.”
“Right now, despite her reign mostly consisting of her whining that her belt was stolen and she is getting picked on, Aerynn Donnelly’s name will live on forever because she was the first UWA World Heavyweight Champion. From now, until the day that the Unchained Wrestling Alliance shuts its doors, her name will be spoken of whenever people talk about the UWA World Heavyweight Championship. Over the next few years, if UWA lasts that long, and anniversaries are celebrated, her name will be mentioned as the first champion this company ever crowned. No matter what, until the end of time, that moment when she became UWA World Heavyweight Champion, when she raised that title high above her head and was the first champion UWA ever crowned, will live forever.”
::He turns back around from the titles on the wall, with is back now towards those championships.::
“That is the moment I want. That is the moment I will have at Spring Slaughter. This is not about adding another belt to the trophy wall. That is a perk. This is about history. This is about my reputation in triple threat matches. This is about me, and not some dark horse no one will be sad about seeing turned into glue or dog food, or some lousy remake with a romantic comedy cliché marriage, becoming champion. This is about me making history. All you two are, all you ever were, are the stepping stones to my rise to greatness.”
“Jeszika version 2, don’t sit there and ask “what would the REAL Jeszika Gautier do”, because the answer is probably something along the lines of ignoring all the things wrong around you while defending the company that doesn’t care if someone shoots you. Garbage Man, do not delude yourself into think you even stand a chance or that anyone even cares about you. What you both should be concerned about is what I am willing to do to win this match, because I guarantee you if I have to end a career to become champion, I am not going to lose any sleep over it.”
“I have said it before, and I will say it again, because time and time again, I have proven it to be true; “the Once and Future King” is going back on his throne. At Spring Slaughter, there is nothing you can say or do that is going to prevent me from becoming the first UWA North American Champion in history.”
::He spreads his arms outward, with his head raised towards the ceiling.::
“The Once and Future King is going to reclaim his throne! Challenge and learn.”
::The scene faced out on that image of “Canadian Legend” posing among his titles.::