Post by Kyle Travis on Oct 3, 2014 16:29:51 GMT -6
::Once again, the UWA logo hangs upside down with a large stylized “R” painted over it hangs as a backdrop. This is the emblem of the group known as Ragnarok.::
::The man seen as the leader of Ragnarok, Kyle Travis, dressed in his red and black camouflage, stands in front of the backdrop. He holds his crowbar in his left hand. In his right hand is a gold watch. He looks at it. The only sound that can be head is the ticking of the watch. It is as if he is timing something.::
::“The Canadian Legend” closes the watch and places it back in his pocket. He shakes his head.::
“Such a simple threat gentlemen and yet no one seems to be taking me seriously.”
::Travis sighs.::
“I find it funny that despite my reputation, all I have done, all I have accomplished, the body count I have, no one takes me seriously when I say things.”
“I really don’t know why either. Silver Baron did not take me seriously, and now one of his precious little prostitutes is lying in the hospital all because he was too much of a paper champion, too much a coward to accept the fight, to accept the challenge of a far better team, Sang Réal. What did you think would happen? I said that we would not be so nice if we were refused.”
“Now he can say whatever he wants about it, but the real reason this match is a lumberjack match is not keep us in the ring. It is too keep them from running. We are not the ones backing away from a fight. We are not the ones ducking a challenge. We are not the ones making excuses, unlike Baron who has tried every line there is to duck an actual fight and yet, is trying to sound so eager to face us while ignoring the fact he was ordered to take part in this match. Again, I point out that if Sang Réal were no challenge, and if he and Saint are such a great team, why is he ducking the challenge?”
::A cold, cruel smile forms on the face of “the Once and Future King”.::
“The one thing we will take away from this week, from your refusal, the one small comfort we take, Baron, is that at the end of Monday Night Mayhem, when K.I.S.S. beats you for the Tag Team Championships, the titles will finally be around the waists of champions that actually deserve the titles. As over exposed as K.I.S.S. is, they are fighters, unlike you.”
::The smile fades. Travis lifts the crowbar, looking over the tool he has used as weapon for some many years, one that has broken so many bones and injured so many people.::
“But now I make a different offer, and not to you Baron or Oblivion or Sharpe or Freeman, wherever the hell he is, but to you Craven.”
“Walk away.”
::He glances up from the crowbar.::
“One of my biggest questions is why you and Skylar are even in Sin City Knights to begin with? You are not a pimp Craven and Skylar is not a prostitute. Why stay with them as meaningless background extras? Why put up with Silver Baron’s potential relapses into crazy? Why take a backseat? If Silver Baron was really your friend, he would have chosen you to be his partner rather than Sharpe, a rookie off the street. And he seems so concerned for his friend Fraser Freeman, searching for him at absolutely no point in the day it seems.”
“Take Skylar and walk away from the Knights. I don’t really care what you do. Walk away and spare yourselves being a part of this, because I am more than willing to break your girlfriend and you.”
“And if you think I am lying, ask Brenda how well her employer not believing me turned out. It is your choice. Walk away Craven. Leave your so-called friends, take your girlfriend and walk away, or watch as you fail to protect her just like Silver Baron has failed to protect anyone that matters to him.”
::Travis smirks.::
“You have until next week to decide.”
::Once again, Travis looks at the crowbar. He slowly twists the weapon, moving the curved head back and forth in his hands.::
“So, Georgio, now is your turn. Does my match with Vince Jones now become for the UWA North American Championship or does Miss Stephanie Miller get to meet the crowbar in my hands up close and personal? It really is a simple choice I think. Just give me what I want and regardless of the outcome of the match no harm will come to her. I am a man of my word Georgio.”
“Now you may be wondering why I hold you accountable Georgio? You may be asking my I am blaming you or holding any responsibility to what has happened? It is because as soon as you regained control, you went right after what your chosen elite wanted, what you thought they deserved. Jeszika gets a UWA World Championship shot, yet gets to have two months off from wrestling while Aerynn goes out ever week. I really doubt Jeszika is moving the most merchandise out of everyone here. K.I.S.S. not only get a Tag Team Championship match, which I admit they earned, but Ashley also gets a shot at the North American Championship. Why? Because she beat Jones? He’s lost before and no one else got a shot. I have seen Aerynn Donnelly lose and none of the people that beat her were granted title shots.”
“But hey, as long as the elite get what they want. What about me? This is about righting a wrong. That fat sack of crap hillbilly rapist everyone here is so terrified of puts me in a match that I should not have even been in, and puts my title on the line, and no one says anything. No one claims it was unfair. I did not complain. I went out there and wrestled the match, and then after, I had one match, just to make sure Aerynn actually defended the title, and then nearly two months off. Yet the man who was pinned in the match, Fraser Freeman, immediately jumps to number one contender status.”
“Georgio, you should really consider firing your chubby sidekick. Then maybe this place wouldn’t be in a decline. Or maybe if I want change or something to happen, I should just do what McBride did. Because, clearly judging by the precedent that has been established, if I were to just bash you over the head, throw you in the trunk, hold you in an undisclosed location, I get to run the UWA for awhile and be taken seriously. It is good to know that’s how the system works. Because apparently, beating the hell out of people and they look at you like a joke. But abduct people, well then everyone looks at you like you are ISIS and Hitler rolled into one and you get to have a power trip without actual power. That seems to make sense.”
::Travis nods.::
“The UWA deserves a better class of bad guy than some hillbilly rape cult with no agenda, no goal and no purpose other than to waste our time with their abducting people bull and I will give it to them. I will tear the old world down and built a new one, and this company will learn the true meaning of monster is not some hick whose seen Deliverance one too many times and hides behind his minions.”
“The choice is yours; an opportunity at the title that was stolen from me, or Stephanie Miller’s health and well being.”
::Travis points the curves edge of the crowbar towards the camera in front of him.::
“But now that brings me to Vince Jones, the man dragged into the middle of this, just like I was so many moths ago.”
::Slowly, he pulls the weapon back.::
“To be honest Vince, I don’t give a crap about you. I never really have. For all the success, all the hype, all that you have accomplished, I have seen your kind time and time again. You are the guy who believes he is a legend without ever having proven it. The man who believes he is a great simply because his own ego or others tells him so. And yet, every single time I meet one of those men, all of them fail to meet the hype, all of them fail to deliver and yet, I keep seeing them again and again.”
“What you fail to realize is that one victory, one win, even a championship win does not prove you are a legend. That is a status you earn. You have the potential Vince, but only the potential. That is the big difference between us.”
“What no one here seems to want to accept, or even admit, is that I have already achieved the status of legend. Vince I have held more titles and main event more shows that you’ve worked. I walked in here as probably the most decorated wrestler in this company.”
“The other difference is that you are a thug. Every slight, every insult, you respond to with violence. It is really the only thing you seem to know. That one thing makes you a thug Vince. You lack refinement. Maybe it is where you were born, where you were raised, or whatever. No matter how nice a suit you wear or how expensive a car you drive or how well you clean yourself up Vince, you are and will always be a thug.”
“And you did a spectacular job of proving that by laying out some gutter skank. Was that supposed to impress me? Was that supposed to scare me off? Did you really think “hmmm…maybe if I smack some random bitch around, Kyle Travis will be scared off?” or “if I slap some ho around, that’ll surely intimidate Kyle Travis”.”
“No Vince, I am not impressed. I am not intimidated. Nor am I scared. All you did was confirm that you are a thug. There was no point to what you did other than serve to prove my point. I told you my beating one of Silver Baron’s had nothing to do with you, it was just something I did. And yet, for some odd reason, you act like I was trying to call you out or dare you to top it.”
::Travis shakes his head as if he is disappointed.::
“Yes Vince, I did lay out a prostitute. However, I do not consider them people. It’s like throwing out my trash; I am complete blasé about it. I would do it again and not even be bothered with it. But it was not some sort of challenge.”
“Yes Vince, Sang Réal and I did attack the Sin City Knights and K.I.S.S. However, our violence is not random. When I do violent things, it is because I have to. It is a weapon. It is an art. I must be brutal, effective and yet, I believe, with a level of elegance. That’s what I do. To me, violence is something to be used only when needed. However, I do admit to enjoying what I do. I may be evil Vince, but I am a necessary evil. Without men like me, there are no heroes in this business. Without me, without Ragnarok, there will be no change to the UWA. ”
“The time has come for that change. Either stand aside or with us, because standing in our way will not end well. This is a war. I am willing to lose a few battles to win the overall conflict. We have lost a few, but now is the time to turn it around. I beat you at Mayhem and we go on to defeat the Sin City Knights at Fear Itself, because of course, the cowards are willing to face us without the titles and when they have no choice.”
“You are collateral damage Vince. The only reason I am even on television right now is because of what I am doing, what I plan to do. Look at the facts. I am generating interest and a level of controversy so they have to put me on TV. Yet Sang Réal, my accomplices in this endeavor have not had a match on TV since they faced K.I.S.S.. The funny thing is that we predicted this. We said that they would face K.I.S.S. and then probably not wrestle for several weeks afterwards, and we were right. Giving me matches, while good, does not placate us. Denying us what we want means we do violent things to people. That is why you are nothing more than collateral damage.”
“You are, however, collateral damage that has something I want; something I still believe is mine. I do consider you part of the chosen ones, you are on ever single episode simply either to compete or prove to the world you are a thug. I have to literally become the wrestling equivalent of a terrorist to get a match on TV, despite everything I have done. How is that fair?”
::Lifting his arms, “the Canadian Legend” spreads them out into something similar to a “what’s with that gesture” while he still holds his crowbar in his left hand.::
“The simple answer is that it is not Vince. It is not fair. I have no problem with new or young talent being given their opportunities. I do have a problem with being treated like I am no better than some local hired to make others look good. I would like to think that I deserve to be on television and wrestling more often than maybe once a month and not because I am forced to do violent things to people. Yet, I see so many other people get on TV episode after episode for nothing.”
::He lowers his arms. There is frustration in his voice, the sound of a man who feels he is constantly betrayed, disrespected or mistreated somehow.::
“How is that supposed to make me feel when promises were made to me upon my signing? How would that make you feel Vince if you were brought here and may got to wrestle all of three times BEFORE you were cast aside and given nearly a month off? How would you feel if you had accomplished so much in your career and yet everyone either tells you it does not matter or they seem to ignore it? Do you think you would take it with a smile and shrug it off or would you make them respect you? Would you make them keep their promises?”
“I know what I would do, what Sang Real and I have no other choice but to do. We must make them respect us. We must force them to give us what we want, even if we do not feel like we should.”
::He starts to twirl the crowbar in his hand, glancing at it out of the corner of his eye. With practiced motion, he twirls the tool in his hand as if it were a harmless baton or something similar.::
“Two weeks ago, I made a challenge to the Sin City Knights to show everyone that they were real champions, that they truly deserved to be the first ever UWA Tag Team Champions. I made it very clear that refusal would lead to consequences. They refused me. They showed the world they are exactly what Sang Réal has always claimed they are: paper champions. Worst of all, their actions yet again forced an attack on an innocent girl, one of the many that Sin City Knights claim to be looking out for, but constantly fail to protect time and time again. Now, the only reason they are facing K.I.S.S. for the titles, or facing us is because they are being made to. I have no doubt that they would duck both fights if they could, but, like I said before, at least the titles will be on the waists of a better, more deserving team than Sin City Knights.”
“But, now the question becomes, will you be forced to do the same? I have already stated my demands to Georgio Oliver; a rematch for the North American Championship or I do horribly violent things to Stephanie Miller, and I will actually be able to do those things and sleep like a baby after. However, I am asking you Vince Jones, the current North American Champion, will you be forced to put the title on the line and show all these people that, like they believe, you are a paper champion, or will you prove them wrong, go to Georgio and state that you want the title on the line?”
::Again, Travis allows himself a smirk, but it quickly fades.::
“To be honest, I actually expect the former, that you would not go to Georgio and demand the title be on the line regardless of what he thinks. No, I think like the Sin City Knights, like Aerynn Donnelly, you have to be forced to put the championship on the line. When I wore that title, I made an open challenge to anyone that wanted it. Right now, the only champion I see actually wanting to defend a title and is eager for that first title defense is Amy Zing, and even she admitted that her first title defense could end up being the match she loses the title.”
“I find it ironic that the one person in the UWA who questioned whether or not she even deserves a championship, whether or not she was worthy of being a champion is the only champion that so eagerly wants to get into the ring and defend it and prove that she deserves it. It’s like the rest of the champions here actually NEED to told they HAVE to defend their titles.”
::Travis stops twirling the crowbar and raises an eyebrow.::
“Don’t believe me?”
::Travis smiles a cruel, sadistic smile.::
“If Aerynn Donnelly wanted to kick McBride’s ass so badly, why not challenge him to a match with the title on the line? If the Sin City Knights are so convinced that they are the best team in the UWA, then why not defend the titles against Sang Réal rather than let an innocent prostitute be beaten. And if you are so tired of hearing the people call you a “paper champion”, then why not go to Georgio and demand he make this a title match?”
::He against points forward with the crowbar as he shifts to a slight left profile like he is sword fighting and trying to present a smaller target to his opponent.::
“I offer you, Vince Jones, the chance at the biggest win of your career. I offer you a chance to prove to the world that you are not a “paper champion”. I offer you a chance to prove that you are indeed capable of becoming the legend you truly and honestly believe you are. But in all honesty, I have complete faith in you not doing that. I have complete faith in your ability to duck a fight. And you wonder why they call you a “paper champion”?”
::Laughing a bit, he draws the crowbar back, holding it with both hands.::
“Vince, Georgio, it is a simple offer: give me what I want, or I beat the holy hell out of Stephanie Miller. I mean, after all, you’re willing to give into the demands of some hillbilly rape cult whose only play is to abduct people and try to sound scary. So, you should be more than willing to accommodate my demands, or do I actually have to lock Georgio Oliver in the trunk of a car and take him to an undisclosed location?”
“I trust in the end, you will make the right decision.”
“Vince, with or without the title on the line, I am going to go out to that ring and show you what a real legend is capable of. I will either drive your head into the mat with the Cold Snap, or I will tear your arm from your socket with the Pridebreaker. And you will surrender to that hold Vince. As good as you think you are, better than you have tried and failed to get free of that hold. Title on the line or not Vince, you will challenge and learn and I will make you bow at the feet of “the Once and Future King”.”
“Simple choice gentlemen: the title on the line, or Stephanie Miller’s health and wellbeing. You may think that we are cruel, or that our methods are extreme, but everything Ragnarok does is for the greater good.”
::Once again, “the Once and Future King”, “the Canadian Legend” shifts position to show less of his profile as he passes the crowbar from his left to his right hand. He raises his left hand in the Ragnarok salute::
“For the greater good.”
::The scene fades out on those cold predatory eyes of Travis.::
::The man seen as the leader of Ragnarok, Kyle Travis, dressed in his red and black camouflage, stands in front of the backdrop. He holds his crowbar in his left hand. In his right hand is a gold watch. He looks at it. The only sound that can be head is the ticking of the watch. It is as if he is timing something.::
::“The Canadian Legend” closes the watch and places it back in his pocket. He shakes his head.::
“Such a simple threat gentlemen and yet no one seems to be taking me seriously.”
::Travis sighs.::
“I find it funny that despite my reputation, all I have done, all I have accomplished, the body count I have, no one takes me seriously when I say things.”
“I really don’t know why either. Silver Baron did not take me seriously, and now one of his precious little prostitutes is lying in the hospital all because he was too much of a paper champion, too much a coward to accept the fight, to accept the challenge of a far better team, Sang Réal. What did you think would happen? I said that we would not be so nice if we were refused.”
“Now he can say whatever he wants about it, but the real reason this match is a lumberjack match is not keep us in the ring. It is too keep them from running. We are not the ones backing away from a fight. We are not the ones ducking a challenge. We are not the ones making excuses, unlike Baron who has tried every line there is to duck an actual fight and yet, is trying to sound so eager to face us while ignoring the fact he was ordered to take part in this match. Again, I point out that if Sang Réal were no challenge, and if he and Saint are such a great team, why is he ducking the challenge?”
::A cold, cruel smile forms on the face of “the Once and Future King”.::
“The one thing we will take away from this week, from your refusal, the one small comfort we take, Baron, is that at the end of Monday Night Mayhem, when K.I.S.S. beats you for the Tag Team Championships, the titles will finally be around the waists of champions that actually deserve the titles. As over exposed as K.I.S.S. is, they are fighters, unlike you.”
::The smile fades. Travis lifts the crowbar, looking over the tool he has used as weapon for some many years, one that has broken so many bones and injured so many people.::
“But now I make a different offer, and not to you Baron or Oblivion or Sharpe or Freeman, wherever the hell he is, but to you Craven.”
“Walk away.”
::He glances up from the crowbar.::
“One of my biggest questions is why you and Skylar are even in Sin City Knights to begin with? You are not a pimp Craven and Skylar is not a prostitute. Why stay with them as meaningless background extras? Why put up with Silver Baron’s potential relapses into crazy? Why take a backseat? If Silver Baron was really your friend, he would have chosen you to be his partner rather than Sharpe, a rookie off the street. And he seems so concerned for his friend Fraser Freeman, searching for him at absolutely no point in the day it seems.”
“Take Skylar and walk away from the Knights. I don’t really care what you do. Walk away and spare yourselves being a part of this, because I am more than willing to break your girlfriend and you.”
“And if you think I am lying, ask Brenda how well her employer not believing me turned out. It is your choice. Walk away Craven. Leave your so-called friends, take your girlfriend and walk away, or watch as you fail to protect her just like Silver Baron has failed to protect anyone that matters to him.”
::Travis smirks.::
“You have until next week to decide.”
::Once again, Travis looks at the crowbar. He slowly twists the weapon, moving the curved head back and forth in his hands.::
“So, Georgio, now is your turn. Does my match with Vince Jones now become for the UWA North American Championship or does Miss Stephanie Miller get to meet the crowbar in my hands up close and personal? It really is a simple choice I think. Just give me what I want and regardless of the outcome of the match no harm will come to her. I am a man of my word Georgio.”
“Now you may be wondering why I hold you accountable Georgio? You may be asking my I am blaming you or holding any responsibility to what has happened? It is because as soon as you regained control, you went right after what your chosen elite wanted, what you thought they deserved. Jeszika gets a UWA World Championship shot, yet gets to have two months off from wrestling while Aerynn goes out ever week. I really doubt Jeszika is moving the most merchandise out of everyone here. K.I.S.S. not only get a Tag Team Championship match, which I admit they earned, but Ashley also gets a shot at the North American Championship. Why? Because she beat Jones? He’s lost before and no one else got a shot. I have seen Aerynn Donnelly lose and none of the people that beat her were granted title shots.”
“But hey, as long as the elite get what they want. What about me? This is about righting a wrong. That fat sack of crap hillbilly rapist everyone here is so terrified of puts me in a match that I should not have even been in, and puts my title on the line, and no one says anything. No one claims it was unfair. I did not complain. I went out there and wrestled the match, and then after, I had one match, just to make sure Aerynn actually defended the title, and then nearly two months off. Yet the man who was pinned in the match, Fraser Freeman, immediately jumps to number one contender status.”
“Georgio, you should really consider firing your chubby sidekick. Then maybe this place wouldn’t be in a decline. Or maybe if I want change or something to happen, I should just do what McBride did. Because, clearly judging by the precedent that has been established, if I were to just bash you over the head, throw you in the trunk, hold you in an undisclosed location, I get to run the UWA for awhile and be taken seriously. It is good to know that’s how the system works. Because apparently, beating the hell out of people and they look at you like a joke. But abduct people, well then everyone looks at you like you are ISIS and Hitler rolled into one and you get to have a power trip without actual power. That seems to make sense.”
::Travis nods.::
“The UWA deserves a better class of bad guy than some hillbilly rape cult with no agenda, no goal and no purpose other than to waste our time with their abducting people bull and I will give it to them. I will tear the old world down and built a new one, and this company will learn the true meaning of monster is not some hick whose seen Deliverance one too many times and hides behind his minions.”
“The choice is yours; an opportunity at the title that was stolen from me, or Stephanie Miller’s health and well being.”
::Travis points the curves edge of the crowbar towards the camera in front of him.::
“But now that brings me to Vince Jones, the man dragged into the middle of this, just like I was so many moths ago.”
::Slowly, he pulls the weapon back.::
“To be honest Vince, I don’t give a crap about you. I never really have. For all the success, all the hype, all that you have accomplished, I have seen your kind time and time again. You are the guy who believes he is a legend without ever having proven it. The man who believes he is a great simply because his own ego or others tells him so. And yet, every single time I meet one of those men, all of them fail to meet the hype, all of them fail to deliver and yet, I keep seeing them again and again.”
“What you fail to realize is that one victory, one win, even a championship win does not prove you are a legend. That is a status you earn. You have the potential Vince, but only the potential. That is the big difference between us.”
“What no one here seems to want to accept, or even admit, is that I have already achieved the status of legend. Vince I have held more titles and main event more shows that you’ve worked. I walked in here as probably the most decorated wrestler in this company.”
“The other difference is that you are a thug. Every slight, every insult, you respond to with violence. It is really the only thing you seem to know. That one thing makes you a thug Vince. You lack refinement. Maybe it is where you were born, where you were raised, or whatever. No matter how nice a suit you wear or how expensive a car you drive or how well you clean yourself up Vince, you are and will always be a thug.”
“And you did a spectacular job of proving that by laying out some gutter skank. Was that supposed to impress me? Was that supposed to scare me off? Did you really think “hmmm…maybe if I smack some random bitch around, Kyle Travis will be scared off?” or “if I slap some ho around, that’ll surely intimidate Kyle Travis”.”
“No Vince, I am not impressed. I am not intimidated. Nor am I scared. All you did was confirm that you are a thug. There was no point to what you did other than serve to prove my point. I told you my beating one of Silver Baron’s had nothing to do with you, it was just something I did. And yet, for some odd reason, you act like I was trying to call you out or dare you to top it.”
::Travis shakes his head as if he is disappointed.::
“Yes Vince, I did lay out a prostitute. However, I do not consider them people. It’s like throwing out my trash; I am complete blasé about it. I would do it again and not even be bothered with it. But it was not some sort of challenge.”
“Yes Vince, Sang Réal and I did attack the Sin City Knights and K.I.S.S. However, our violence is not random. When I do violent things, it is because I have to. It is a weapon. It is an art. I must be brutal, effective and yet, I believe, with a level of elegance. That’s what I do. To me, violence is something to be used only when needed. However, I do admit to enjoying what I do. I may be evil Vince, but I am a necessary evil. Without men like me, there are no heroes in this business. Without me, without Ragnarok, there will be no change to the UWA. ”
“The time has come for that change. Either stand aside or with us, because standing in our way will not end well. This is a war. I am willing to lose a few battles to win the overall conflict. We have lost a few, but now is the time to turn it around. I beat you at Mayhem and we go on to defeat the Sin City Knights at Fear Itself, because of course, the cowards are willing to face us without the titles and when they have no choice.”
“You are collateral damage Vince. The only reason I am even on television right now is because of what I am doing, what I plan to do. Look at the facts. I am generating interest and a level of controversy so they have to put me on TV. Yet Sang Réal, my accomplices in this endeavor have not had a match on TV since they faced K.I.S.S.. The funny thing is that we predicted this. We said that they would face K.I.S.S. and then probably not wrestle for several weeks afterwards, and we were right. Giving me matches, while good, does not placate us. Denying us what we want means we do violent things to people. That is why you are nothing more than collateral damage.”
“You are, however, collateral damage that has something I want; something I still believe is mine. I do consider you part of the chosen ones, you are on ever single episode simply either to compete or prove to the world you are a thug. I have to literally become the wrestling equivalent of a terrorist to get a match on TV, despite everything I have done. How is that fair?”
::Lifting his arms, “the Canadian Legend” spreads them out into something similar to a “what’s with that gesture” while he still holds his crowbar in his left hand.::
“The simple answer is that it is not Vince. It is not fair. I have no problem with new or young talent being given their opportunities. I do have a problem with being treated like I am no better than some local hired to make others look good. I would like to think that I deserve to be on television and wrestling more often than maybe once a month and not because I am forced to do violent things to people. Yet, I see so many other people get on TV episode after episode for nothing.”
::He lowers his arms. There is frustration in his voice, the sound of a man who feels he is constantly betrayed, disrespected or mistreated somehow.::
“How is that supposed to make me feel when promises were made to me upon my signing? How would that make you feel Vince if you were brought here and may got to wrestle all of three times BEFORE you were cast aside and given nearly a month off? How would you feel if you had accomplished so much in your career and yet everyone either tells you it does not matter or they seem to ignore it? Do you think you would take it with a smile and shrug it off or would you make them respect you? Would you make them keep their promises?”
“I know what I would do, what Sang Real and I have no other choice but to do. We must make them respect us. We must force them to give us what we want, even if we do not feel like we should.”
::He starts to twirl the crowbar in his hand, glancing at it out of the corner of his eye. With practiced motion, he twirls the tool in his hand as if it were a harmless baton or something similar.::
“Two weeks ago, I made a challenge to the Sin City Knights to show everyone that they were real champions, that they truly deserved to be the first ever UWA Tag Team Champions. I made it very clear that refusal would lead to consequences. They refused me. They showed the world they are exactly what Sang Réal has always claimed they are: paper champions. Worst of all, their actions yet again forced an attack on an innocent girl, one of the many that Sin City Knights claim to be looking out for, but constantly fail to protect time and time again. Now, the only reason they are facing K.I.S.S. for the titles, or facing us is because they are being made to. I have no doubt that they would duck both fights if they could, but, like I said before, at least the titles will be on the waists of a better, more deserving team than Sin City Knights.”
“But, now the question becomes, will you be forced to do the same? I have already stated my demands to Georgio Oliver; a rematch for the North American Championship or I do horribly violent things to Stephanie Miller, and I will actually be able to do those things and sleep like a baby after. However, I am asking you Vince Jones, the current North American Champion, will you be forced to put the title on the line and show all these people that, like they believe, you are a paper champion, or will you prove them wrong, go to Georgio and state that you want the title on the line?”
::Again, Travis allows himself a smirk, but it quickly fades.::
“To be honest, I actually expect the former, that you would not go to Georgio and demand the title be on the line regardless of what he thinks. No, I think like the Sin City Knights, like Aerynn Donnelly, you have to be forced to put the championship on the line. When I wore that title, I made an open challenge to anyone that wanted it. Right now, the only champion I see actually wanting to defend a title and is eager for that first title defense is Amy Zing, and even she admitted that her first title defense could end up being the match she loses the title.”
“I find it ironic that the one person in the UWA who questioned whether or not she even deserves a championship, whether or not she was worthy of being a champion is the only champion that so eagerly wants to get into the ring and defend it and prove that she deserves it. It’s like the rest of the champions here actually NEED to told they HAVE to defend their titles.”
::Travis stops twirling the crowbar and raises an eyebrow.::
“Don’t believe me?”
::Travis smiles a cruel, sadistic smile.::
“If Aerynn Donnelly wanted to kick McBride’s ass so badly, why not challenge him to a match with the title on the line? If the Sin City Knights are so convinced that they are the best team in the UWA, then why not defend the titles against Sang Réal rather than let an innocent prostitute be beaten. And if you are so tired of hearing the people call you a “paper champion”, then why not go to Georgio and demand he make this a title match?”
::He against points forward with the crowbar as he shifts to a slight left profile like he is sword fighting and trying to present a smaller target to his opponent.::
“I offer you, Vince Jones, the chance at the biggest win of your career. I offer you a chance to prove to the world that you are not a “paper champion”. I offer you a chance to prove that you are indeed capable of becoming the legend you truly and honestly believe you are. But in all honesty, I have complete faith in you not doing that. I have complete faith in your ability to duck a fight. And you wonder why they call you a “paper champion”?”
::Laughing a bit, he draws the crowbar back, holding it with both hands.::
“Vince, Georgio, it is a simple offer: give me what I want, or I beat the holy hell out of Stephanie Miller. I mean, after all, you’re willing to give into the demands of some hillbilly rape cult whose only play is to abduct people and try to sound scary. So, you should be more than willing to accommodate my demands, or do I actually have to lock Georgio Oliver in the trunk of a car and take him to an undisclosed location?”
“I trust in the end, you will make the right decision.”
“Vince, with or without the title on the line, I am going to go out to that ring and show you what a real legend is capable of. I will either drive your head into the mat with the Cold Snap, or I will tear your arm from your socket with the Pridebreaker. And you will surrender to that hold Vince. As good as you think you are, better than you have tried and failed to get free of that hold. Title on the line or not Vince, you will challenge and learn and I will make you bow at the feet of “the Once and Future King”.”
“Simple choice gentlemen: the title on the line, or Stephanie Miller’s health and wellbeing. You may think that we are cruel, or that our methods are extreme, but everything Ragnarok does is for the greater good.”
::Once again, “the Once and Future King”, “the Canadian Legend” shifts position to show less of his profile as he passes the crowbar from his left to his right hand. He raises his left hand in the Ragnarok salute::
“For the greater good.”
::The scene fades out on those cold predatory eyes of Travis.::