Post by Kyle Travis on Jun 8, 2014 10:01:38 GMT -6
::Monday Night Mayhem has come to an end. As the ring and set is being taken apart, the cable being wrapped up and chairs folded, many wrestlers and other personnel are leaving. One of the people now leaving is the man who competed in the night’s main event, the current North American Champion, Kyle Travis.::
::No longer dressed in his wrestling attire, Travis has changed into a pair of black pants and a white short sleeved dress shirt. He drags his back behind him. The North American Championship is over his left shoulder. As he walks, he is approached by Trent Paige and a cameraman, which causes “the Canadian Legend” to stop walking.::
Paige: “Tonight, Joshua McBride announced that you will defend your North American Championship against Vinnie Jones and Sin City Knights member Fraser Freeman. What is going through your mind?”
::Travis sets the travel bag down and adjusts the title on his shoulder. He rubs his chin a little as if in thought.::
Travis: “So my punishment for saying anything about the Children of Nephilim is to defend my North American Championship against Vinnie Jones and Fraser Freeman?”
::Travis starts to chuckle. That chuckle keeps growing and growing into a malevolent laugh. Travis leans his head back as he laughs. After a moment, he stops ;aughing and smiles..::
Travis: “You stupid, arrogant, wannbe, cult leader hick. How exactly is putting me in a triple threat match a punishment? Did you not see Spring Slaughter?”
::That smile quickly fades. Any sense of amusement Travis had is now gone. He shifts the title, sliding it up his shoulder.::
Travis: “Do you have the faintest idea of who the hell I am? I win triple threat matches you moron! And you put me in the ring with two men who hate each other, so all I need to do is lean back, let them kill each other and take the win. And you think this is punishment? This is not a punishment. This is sadder than the pathetic display your faithful put on.”
::Travis shakes his head. Any indication that he is amused or entertained is gone. He sounds rather angry about this thing.::
Travis: “And what is worse is that it is insulting.”
::Travis takes the title out of the crook of his arm and raises it up into the air.::
Travis: “This is the UWA North American Championship. I am the current reigning and defending North American Champion. I am “the Canadian Legend”, “the Once and Future King” and every thing you can and never will be McBride. Neither this title nor I take a backseat to some two bit ex-gangbanger who is a legend in his own mind and a wannabe pimp who wish to destroy each other.”
Travis: “I fail exactly how that makes this title mean anything. I fail to see how exactly it elevates the title. You think I can lose a triple threat match? You think either of them can beat me?”
::Slowly “the Once and Future King” lowers the title, looking at it. He then turns and looks into the camera, glaring at it like a predator about to make the kill.::
Travis: “Ask yourself Joshua McBride, with everything I have done in my career, every atrocity, every body I have broken, every dream I have crushed under the heel of my boot, and every single person in power who thought screwing with me was a good idea only to find themselves being beaten savagely with a crowbar, and the countless innocents I have just hurt for no reason other than I can, ask yourself if it is really worth it to test how far you can get by thinking you can screw with me. Ask yourself if you think you can be a far greater devil than me. Ask yourself this, because for a vast majority of those terrible acts, those atrocities I have committed, I did them alone. I have never hidden behind an army. And I have yet to destroy a religion. Ask yourself is it worth it, because if you think you can go to the depths I can…”
Travis: “Try me and see how willing I am to take out your children. Try it and test just how mighty a god you are.”
::Travis grabs the handle of his bag and starts off again, shouldering the North American Championship title belt. Bob turns to the camera.::
Paige: “Well there you have it, I guess.”
::Paige shrugs a bit.::
::Inside a gym, Kyle Travis, wearing black gym shorts and a black t-shirt with a Canadian flag on it and a golden, gem studded crown around the maple leaf, has finished his sparing session. In his hands is a bottle of water. A white towel is draped over his shoulders. He sits on the apron seemingly lost in thought. ::
::There is no sign of his sparing partner until a groaning Caucasian man, roughly 6’7” with a shaved head and a bit more muscle tone than Travis manages to pull himself up, holding his arm. Travis seems to take no notice of this man, or his groaning as the man leaves. He also seems to be paying no attention to the camera crew now filming him.::
Travis: “Silver Baron, I honestly do not give a damn about your issues with Dark Camelot. I do not give a damn about your secondary job as a pimp, nor do I care to discuss whether or not pimping is or is not easy. I do not care that you suddenly went insane, and developed a poorly named split personality. I also find that I do not care about Nicole, or any of your girls, because I cannot bring myself to give a damn about the opinion of a whore. I don’t care what their childhood was like or what daddy issues they may have or what bad mothers they may be or what poor role models they are, and as no one is paying them for their skills as conversationalists, I doubt anyone cares what a whore thinks simply because they are whores.”
::“The Canadian Legend” does not actually seem to be addressing anyone as he takes another drink from the water bottle in his hand, emptying the bottle::
Travis: “So, I either get the playa or the “demon”, do I? Well I doubt I get to have a say in the selection process. Your hometown of Las Vegas, Nevada and I have had an interesting relationship over the years. I have had some big wins in that city, but also some losses. So, how shall we determine if I get the playa or the monster?”
Travis: “Shall we flip a coin? Or maybe we draw cards for it? Or do we roll some dice? How do we determine if I get the playa or this so-called monster of yours?”
::For a moment, his voice gets a very cold tone.::
Travis: “Better yet, how do we determine if I even care who I get?”
::His tone returns to normal.::
Travis: “I really do not care if you are a player or playa or whatever you feel the need to call yourself. I don’t care how many women you have or how many bitches you have. I didn’t come here for the International Pimp Awards, although I hear it is tough competition for Pimp of the Year. I am not here for Pimp-Con. I am here to wrestle.”
Travis: “Silver Baron, I am one of the greatest technical wrestlers in the game today. I have every intention of bending you, stretching you and breaking you in that ring. I can and will outwrestle you. The only way this match is going to end is when I either drive your head into the mat then pin you in that ring with a Cold Snap, or I get you into the Pridebreaker and just wait until you scream to the world that you surrender. Either way I win.”
Travis: “You may be a playa, but I am wrestler. I am a legend. I am a champion. I have main evented in the greatest arenas in the world, form the Tokyodome to Madison Square Garden. I have held more titles than you have whores. I have wrestled, beaten and even ended legends. Silver Baron, you may not know who I am, but when this match is all said and done, you will remember my name and you will know who I am.”
Travis: “Or maybe, just maybe I get into the ring with that so-called sadistic monster, this alleged demon within you.”
::Only now does Kyle Travis look into the camera. Only now do those cold predatory eyes of his find what they seek, glaring into the camera. His tone once again becomes cold, matter-of-fact as he speaks.::
Travis: “Do you truly think you are monster, Oblivion? Do you truly think you are sadistic? Do you believe that you are a demon?”
Travis: “Well you may think those things, but I know what you are. You are not sadistic. You are not a monster. You are not a demon. Now you can convince Dark Camelot that you are all those things, because they are a weak and stupid lot. I, however, know different. I know that you are neither a demon nor are you a monster and you are certainly not sadistic.”
Travis: “What you did you Kyle Northam was not the actions of a monster. It was not the actions of a sadist. What you did was just plain ordinary revenge. It was good, old fashioned payback. Love and revenge are the only two emotions that man is powerless to fight, and they are what he will go to any extreme for. You attacked him, beat him down and maybe even enjoyed it, but that does not make you sadistic Oblivion.”
Travis: “It does not make you sadistic or a monster or a demon because it was, in your mind, the righteous course of action. Dark Camelot went after your ladies. You responded by taking out one of theirs. That is not sadism. It is revenge. And it was righteous.”
Travis: “Now, that is not to say that you did not enjoy it. You very well may have enjoyed it. No one is going to argue that. No one is going to hold that against you. But that does not make you a monster, nor does it make you a demon. It certainly does not make you sadistic.”
::He shakes his head for a moment.::
Travis: “There is no righteousness in the actions of a monster or a demon. There is never a reason to do the things they do for reasons anyone other than them understand. A demon, by its very nature, in its very core, is incapable of performing an act of righteousness. What they do, what we do, is evil. It is not necessary evil. There is nothing in it that other people will see as righteous or as just. There is no compromise or restraint. It is evil in its purest form, and it is a clarity that someone like you can never attain.”
::The crunching sound of plastic seems to echo over the place as Travis closes his hand around the empty bottle. He seems to take no notice of what he is doing.::
Travis: “What you did to Kyle, you truly believe he had coming. For whatever reason, you decided to put on a mask and adopt a new name. That does not make you sadistic.”
::He opens his hand, letting the mangled bottle fall to the ground at his feet.::
Travis: “No. You have to have the will to do it, and the ability to do it without regret, without hesitation and with full knowledge of what you are doing. To be a true sadist, the pain you cause a person has to be like a drug to you. You have to want to cause it, enjoy causing it and always be looking for that next high. You have to want to cause the victim suffering in every way they can possibly suffer before you decide when and if you are going to finish it.”
Travis: “Now Oblivion, if you had taken each and every member of Dark Camelot out one-by-one in the most brutal and terrible ways you can imagine without pity, remorse or hesitation until it was just you and Knight, then maybe you could be called a sadist.”
::Travis slides down off the apron. His foot lands on the crushed bottle. The sound of plastic being crushed is not as loud as it once was, but that sound is still audible as he crushes it under his heel. He lifts his head, looking upward as he spreads his arms out.::
Travis: “I know what I am talking about Oblivion, because I am everything you claim to be. You watch me in the ring, you see my finisher, the Pridebreaker, and you realize that I am sadistic. Look at the careers I have ended, the things I have done in my career and the bodies I have left in my wake, and you will see that I am a monster, that I am a demon.”
::Travis lowers his head and his arms. He smiles a little as he looks into the camera.::
Travis: “So it is the world player or is it the “monster” that will be stepping into the ring with me? Either way, Silver Baron, Oblivion, whatever you want to call yourself this week, I do not care. Either way, I am going to make one of you, or both of you, bow to “the Once and Future King”.”
::“The Canadian Legend” turns and begins to walk away.::
Travis: “Challenge and learn.”
::The scene fades to black.::
::No longer dressed in his wrestling attire, Travis has changed into a pair of black pants and a white short sleeved dress shirt. He drags his back behind him. The North American Championship is over his left shoulder. As he walks, he is approached by Trent Paige and a cameraman, which causes “the Canadian Legend” to stop walking.::
Paige: “Tonight, Joshua McBride announced that you will defend your North American Championship against Vinnie Jones and Sin City Knights member Fraser Freeman. What is going through your mind?”
::Travis sets the travel bag down and adjusts the title on his shoulder. He rubs his chin a little as if in thought.::
Travis: “So my punishment for saying anything about the Children of Nephilim is to defend my North American Championship against Vinnie Jones and Fraser Freeman?”
::Travis starts to chuckle. That chuckle keeps growing and growing into a malevolent laugh. Travis leans his head back as he laughs. After a moment, he stops ;aughing and smiles..::
Travis: “You stupid, arrogant, wannbe, cult leader hick. How exactly is putting me in a triple threat match a punishment? Did you not see Spring Slaughter?”
::That smile quickly fades. Any sense of amusement Travis had is now gone. He shifts the title, sliding it up his shoulder.::
Travis: “Do you have the faintest idea of who the hell I am? I win triple threat matches you moron! And you put me in the ring with two men who hate each other, so all I need to do is lean back, let them kill each other and take the win. And you think this is punishment? This is not a punishment. This is sadder than the pathetic display your faithful put on.”
::Travis shakes his head. Any indication that he is amused or entertained is gone. He sounds rather angry about this thing.::
Travis: “And what is worse is that it is insulting.”
::Travis takes the title out of the crook of his arm and raises it up into the air.::
Travis: “This is the UWA North American Championship. I am the current reigning and defending North American Champion. I am “the Canadian Legend”, “the Once and Future King” and every thing you can and never will be McBride. Neither this title nor I take a backseat to some two bit ex-gangbanger who is a legend in his own mind and a wannabe pimp who wish to destroy each other.”
Travis: “I fail exactly how that makes this title mean anything. I fail to see how exactly it elevates the title. You think I can lose a triple threat match? You think either of them can beat me?”
::Slowly “the Once and Future King” lowers the title, looking at it. He then turns and looks into the camera, glaring at it like a predator about to make the kill.::
Travis: “Ask yourself Joshua McBride, with everything I have done in my career, every atrocity, every body I have broken, every dream I have crushed under the heel of my boot, and every single person in power who thought screwing with me was a good idea only to find themselves being beaten savagely with a crowbar, and the countless innocents I have just hurt for no reason other than I can, ask yourself if it is really worth it to test how far you can get by thinking you can screw with me. Ask yourself if you think you can be a far greater devil than me. Ask yourself this, because for a vast majority of those terrible acts, those atrocities I have committed, I did them alone. I have never hidden behind an army. And I have yet to destroy a religion. Ask yourself is it worth it, because if you think you can go to the depths I can…”
Travis: “Try me and see how willing I am to take out your children. Try it and test just how mighty a god you are.”
::Travis grabs the handle of his bag and starts off again, shouldering the North American Championship title belt. Bob turns to the camera.::
Paige: “Well there you have it, I guess.”
::Paige shrugs a bit.::
::Inside a gym, Kyle Travis, wearing black gym shorts and a black t-shirt with a Canadian flag on it and a golden, gem studded crown around the maple leaf, has finished his sparing session. In his hands is a bottle of water. A white towel is draped over his shoulders. He sits on the apron seemingly lost in thought. ::
::There is no sign of his sparing partner until a groaning Caucasian man, roughly 6’7” with a shaved head and a bit more muscle tone than Travis manages to pull himself up, holding his arm. Travis seems to take no notice of this man, or his groaning as the man leaves. He also seems to be paying no attention to the camera crew now filming him.::
Travis: “Silver Baron, I honestly do not give a damn about your issues with Dark Camelot. I do not give a damn about your secondary job as a pimp, nor do I care to discuss whether or not pimping is or is not easy. I do not care that you suddenly went insane, and developed a poorly named split personality. I also find that I do not care about Nicole, or any of your girls, because I cannot bring myself to give a damn about the opinion of a whore. I don’t care what their childhood was like or what daddy issues they may have or what bad mothers they may be or what poor role models they are, and as no one is paying them for their skills as conversationalists, I doubt anyone cares what a whore thinks simply because they are whores.”
::“The Canadian Legend” does not actually seem to be addressing anyone as he takes another drink from the water bottle in his hand, emptying the bottle::
Travis: “So, I either get the playa or the “demon”, do I? Well I doubt I get to have a say in the selection process. Your hometown of Las Vegas, Nevada and I have had an interesting relationship over the years. I have had some big wins in that city, but also some losses. So, how shall we determine if I get the playa or the monster?”
Travis: “Shall we flip a coin? Or maybe we draw cards for it? Or do we roll some dice? How do we determine if I get the playa or this so-called monster of yours?”
::For a moment, his voice gets a very cold tone.::
Travis: “Better yet, how do we determine if I even care who I get?”
::His tone returns to normal.::
Travis: “I really do not care if you are a player or playa or whatever you feel the need to call yourself. I don’t care how many women you have or how many bitches you have. I didn’t come here for the International Pimp Awards, although I hear it is tough competition for Pimp of the Year. I am not here for Pimp-Con. I am here to wrestle.”
Travis: “Silver Baron, I am one of the greatest technical wrestlers in the game today. I have every intention of bending you, stretching you and breaking you in that ring. I can and will outwrestle you. The only way this match is going to end is when I either drive your head into the mat then pin you in that ring with a Cold Snap, or I get you into the Pridebreaker and just wait until you scream to the world that you surrender. Either way I win.”
Travis: “You may be a playa, but I am wrestler. I am a legend. I am a champion. I have main evented in the greatest arenas in the world, form the Tokyodome to Madison Square Garden. I have held more titles than you have whores. I have wrestled, beaten and even ended legends. Silver Baron, you may not know who I am, but when this match is all said and done, you will remember my name and you will know who I am.”
Travis: “Or maybe, just maybe I get into the ring with that so-called sadistic monster, this alleged demon within you.”
::Only now does Kyle Travis look into the camera. Only now do those cold predatory eyes of his find what they seek, glaring into the camera. His tone once again becomes cold, matter-of-fact as he speaks.::
Travis: “Do you truly think you are monster, Oblivion? Do you truly think you are sadistic? Do you believe that you are a demon?”
Travis: “Well you may think those things, but I know what you are. You are not sadistic. You are not a monster. You are not a demon. Now you can convince Dark Camelot that you are all those things, because they are a weak and stupid lot. I, however, know different. I know that you are neither a demon nor are you a monster and you are certainly not sadistic.”
Travis: “What you did you Kyle Northam was not the actions of a monster. It was not the actions of a sadist. What you did was just plain ordinary revenge. It was good, old fashioned payback. Love and revenge are the only two emotions that man is powerless to fight, and they are what he will go to any extreme for. You attacked him, beat him down and maybe even enjoyed it, but that does not make you sadistic Oblivion.”
Travis: “It does not make you sadistic or a monster or a demon because it was, in your mind, the righteous course of action. Dark Camelot went after your ladies. You responded by taking out one of theirs. That is not sadism. It is revenge. And it was righteous.”
Travis: “Now, that is not to say that you did not enjoy it. You very well may have enjoyed it. No one is going to argue that. No one is going to hold that against you. But that does not make you a monster, nor does it make you a demon. It certainly does not make you sadistic.”
::He shakes his head for a moment.::
Travis: “There is no righteousness in the actions of a monster or a demon. There is never a reason to do the things they do for reasons anyone other than them understand. A demon, by its very nature, in its very core, is incapable of performing an act of righteousness. What they do, what we do, is evil. It is not necessary evil. There is nothing in it that other people will see as righteous or as just. There is no compromise or restraint. It is evil in its purest form, and it is a clarity that someone like you can never attain.”
::The crunching sound of plastic seems to echo over the place as Travis closes his hand around the empty bottle. He seems to take no notice of what he is doing.::
Travis: “What you did to Kyle, you truly believe he had coming. For whatever reason, you decided to put on a mask and adopt a new name. That does not make you sadistic.”
::He opens his hand, letting the mangled bottle fall to the ground at his feet.::
Travis: “No. You have to have the will to do it, and the ability to do it without regret, without hesitation and with full knowledge of what you are doing. To be a true sadist, the pain you cause a person has to be like a drug to you. You have to want to cause it, enjoy causing it and always be looking for that next high. You have to want to cause the victim suffering in every way they can possibly suffer before you decide when and if you are going to finish it.”
Travis: “Now Oblivion, if you had taken each and every member of Dark Camelot out one-by-one in the most brutal and terrible ways you can imagine without pity, remorse or hesitation until it was just you and Knight, then maybe you could be called a sadist.”
::Travis slides down off the apron. His foot lands on the crushed bottle. The sound of plastic being crushed is not as loud as it once was, but that sound is still audible as he crushes it under his heel. He lifts his head, looking upward as he spreads his arms out.::
Travis: “I know what I am talking about Oblivion, because I am everything you claim to be. You watch me in the ring, you see my finisher, the Pridebreaker, and you realize that I am sadistic. Look at the careers I have ended, the things I have done in my career and the bodies I have left in my wake, and you will see that I am a monster, that I am a demon.”
::Travis lowers his head and his arms. He smiles a little as he looks into the camera.::
Travis: “So it is the world player or is it the “monster” that will be stepping into the ring with me? Either way, Silver Baron, Oblivion, whatever you want to call yourself this week, I do not care. Either way, I am going to make one of you, or both of you, bow to “the Once and Future King”.”
::“The Canadian Legend” turns and begins to walk away.::
Travis: “Challenge and learn.”
::The scene fades to black.::