Post by Kyle Travis on Oct 18, 2014 22:57:08 GMT -6
::Metal scraps across metal as if something is being dragged. Footsteps on thin metal echo over the parking and storage area along with the dragging metal sound.::
::Walking across the top of one of the trucks the UWA uses to transport the ring and other equipment is “the Canadian Legend” Kyle Travis. He drags that crowbar of his over the top as he paces back and forth. On the side of the truck is the logo for UWA Monday Night Mayhem and an image of Areynn Donnelly with the UWA World Championship over her shoulder.::
::Travis seems to be talking to himself more than anyone else.::
“Sometimes, I wonder why I complain about management. I wonder why I walk out and air grievances that I have with the people I work for. And I wonder these things for two reasons.”
“The first reason is that no matter how many times I do it, no one ever listens to me about it. Some people may share the same opinion as me, but when I complain, they treat it as I am bitter or jealous or just arrogant or whatever. No one listens to me about it. Or, if they do hear anything I say, their reaction is to tell me to shut up.”
“And really, I do not know why. I feel that I make valid points when I make such statements. I guess people either do not want to hear it. Or maybe it is just because it is coming from me and no one wants to take me seriously. I really don’t know.”
“The second reason I wonder why I do it is that eventually someone else comes along and does the exact same thing I am doing, usually a person who has no business even complaining about management or how they have been treated, and yet, everyone suddenly agrees with them and rallies around them or sympathizes with them despite the fact I have been saying everything they are now saying.”
::He sighs, again, seemingly not talking to anyone other than himself. Maybe he is just trying to run through it in his own head, saying it out loud to hear how it sounds.::
“The first time it happened was in ACW. For five years I had been management’s whipping boy. If something went wrong, it was my fault. I was the one who was blamed. I was fired again and again, but I am sure most people know this and remember it.”
“What they may not recall is that Risk, the golden boy of the ACW, the three-time world champion who only won the title once and had it handed back to him twice, started stealing my bit. Seriously, he was a three time world champion, but had only won the title once. The second and third reigns were because the company kept handing him the title and I mean literally handing the belt back to him as soon as he lost it. I saw this man lose a no disqualification match and be handed the title back because ACW management ruled his opponent’s use of a metal plate in his forearm from surgery was somehow illegal. Apparently, you can use a chair, the stairs, a table and anything else in a no DQ match, but they draw the line at metallic plate in arm. The whole thing really came off more like a spoiled brat whining than a man with a legitimate complaint.”
“I did it again in NEW, complaining about how the place was run with their chosen elite and either the same people getting opportunities or those opportunities going to people who just walked through the door. No one listened. Then Eric Donavan, a man who had spent the year as number one contender to the NEW Championship and had even been champion, began to complain about how the place was run and management and suddenly everyone listened to him.”
“I imagine that the same will happen with Lacey Roberts now taking our message. Although, admittedly, she is the first person I’ve seen do it after me that was not at the top of the mountain.”
::He stops pacing and sighs, shaking his head at history repeating. After a moment, he glances to his side.::
“Craven, did you ever see the movie A Million Ways to Die in the West?”
“Now I will grant you that it’s not a classic, not one of Seth MacFarlane’s best, but then again, he’s only ever made two movies, so there’s that. Anyway, what you said reminded me of something in the movie.”
“In the movie, Giovanni Ribisi plays this guy named Edward, and his character is in a relationship with Sarah Silverman’s character Ruth, who happens to be a prostitute, and while Ruth is having sex with all kinds of men, yet he and Ruth had yet to have sex. Please allow me to quote Alex Borstien’s character, the madam of the brothel-slash-saloon in the movie when I ask you “You're okay with your girlfriend screwing, like, 15 different guys every day and getting paid to do it?””
::“The Canadian Legend” smirks.::
“I mean really, you just said your girlfriend is a prostitute and you act like that’s some sort of badge of honor. This is the woman you have loved your whole life, chased for years and now that you are her are together, you are somehow cool with her having sex with other men because, and I can actually call her this because it is true, she is a whore. Please explain to me why you act like that is something to be proud of? So many years chasing her only to find she’s a whore. That’s sad Craven.”
::There is an almost shocked tone in his voice as he speaks.::
“I mean you are honestly okay with the woman you spent your life loving, your best friend, having sex with a bunch of guys? You can honestly look at her the same way knowing she’s been having sex with guys who are not you, because Silver Baron employs her to be a whore? You can call that man your friend?”
::Travis throws his head back laughing. He sounds amused by all this.::
“My God you are pathetic!”
“Were I to find out my best friend, the woman I loved was working as a whore, I would NOT be cool with that and I would NOT suddenly be best friends with her pimp. I would beat the hell out of him, not become his lackey.”
“What exactly have you gotten out of being in the Sin City Knights? Tell me because I am dieing to know, because as far as I can tell it is nothing. Your best friend is a whore, making money for Silver Baron by risking her body and health having sex with men, and you act like it’s a great thing for her.”
“When the Sin City Knights faced the Cornbread Mafia to determine the first ever UWA Tag Team Champions, did Silver Baron choose you as his partner? Did he walk up to you and tell you he was getting this shot and wanted you to be his partner? No, I do not think he did because he was going to team with some one fresh off the street. And even if he did ask, do you expect me to believe that you told him while it was an honor to be asked, he should just take a rookie into the match, because you didn’t need to be champion and you had everything you wanted in a girlfriend who was a prostitute? I find that very hard to believe.”
“The simple fact of the matter is you are a moron and the Sin City Knights made Skylar a prostitute. I mean really, how much does she owe Silver Baron? I’d write the check for you. The fact of the matter is he does not respect or value either of you, nor do I imagine he considers either of you to really be a part of the team. At best, you are filler when he needs back up. At worst, you’re the guy he laughs out when he counts money your girlfriend made from being on her back all day. Either way Craven, I really doubt he is as faithful a friend as you think.”
::Slowly, Travis wipes his eyes.::
“But let’s move on to an actually member of the Sin City Knights and not just a hanger on, with Quentin Saint, the former Tag Team Champion.”
::Travis raises his crowbar, pointing to towards the camera and shakes it, like he is gesturing to someone.::
“I think Sang Réal asked this, and I too am curious, how does it feel to know your reign as one half of the first ever UWA Tag Team Champions was a complete waste of time? You made history and then squandered the opportunity to make those titles mean something. I do hate to repeat what has already been stated, but it is hard to argue that your reign could be called a mistake, that you were nothing more than a transitional champion.”
::He lowers the crowbar.::
“You, Quentin, were a large part of the reason why Ragnarok was formed. Flattering isn’t it?”
::Sighing, Travis looks up towards the night sky. It is a clear evening and the only the stars in the upper levels of the sky are visible due to the light pollution of the area.::
“You see, Quentin, I was already having issues seeing the same people on every single episode. Each week it seemed like it was Aerynn Donnelly, Jeszika Gautier, K.I.S.S., Vince Jones, and Silver Baron wrestling every week with Joshua McBride doing something backstage. That was every single show. The rest of us got weeks or months off while those six or seven people were put on every show, given match after match. The rest of us can probably count the number of matches we have had on one hand, because this company just wants to focus on those six or seven.”
::He looks down from the sky and starts to pace along the top of the truck again. It almost sounds as if he is bitter as he speaks.::
“And then, I saw you walk through the door in the Protector get up. You had one match, only one. And then, somehow, someway, you were thrust into the first ever UWA Tag Team Championship Title match.”
“I had an issue with that. For almost a year, I watch in NEW as they kept handing the titles and big matches to these chosen ones, or only allowed these same people to hold championships like they were reserved. However, only a few people managed to climb that ladder and claim the opportunities so many of us had worked for. Want to know how they did it? They walked through the door and made their debut match. The rest of us bust our asses, give everything we had to try and climb that ladder, and yet every chance we worked for was just handed off to some guy who just walked through the door. Do you have any idea how frustrating that is Quentin, to work your ass off and then see someone just be handed an opportunity that you know they did not deserve?”
::As he speaks, that bitterness sounds like it is turning to anger. His grip tightens on the crowbar in his hand.::
“No, you don’t, because you walked in the door, wrestled one match, and got a title shot. Now you get to be on every episode of Mayhem while someone like me, like Sang Réal, the Cornbread Mafia, and over half the roster get to sit at home and wait for the office to remember they work here. All I have given to this business, all I have sacrificed, all I was promised and this is how I am treated?”
“You will excuse me for being a little frustrated as I watch this company become just like the NEW, and that place shut down. I fail to see how their model works considering they shut down. Next thing you know, UWA will start taping months in advance, recording one-night-only pay-per-views and hire every released wrestler from some company and release established homegrown wrestlers to hire MMA fighters or football players that they cannot let wrestle, or build factions that they get bored with after a week, because that model works so well.”
“I spent a year being pushed aside for chosen elite and newcomers who were just handed what I had worked for. Now, not only is it happening again, but I do not seem to even get the chance to work for chances to work for, because like half the roster, I can hardly get on television. So when I see a rookie like you get a chance at history without having earned it and then proving you never deserved it, I get a little upset Quentin.”
“And finally we come to the Silver Baron.”
::The tone of bitterness and anger subsides. Travis smirks a bit as he paces, now spinning the crowbar in tiny circles.::
“Personally, I feel a little insulted Baron. When Dark Camelot went after your girls, you “snapped” and “unleashed this terrible demon, a monster you kept inside you”. You swore you would unleash all manner of pain and suffering on them. You couldn’t wait to get them in the ring. We beat you down, we mock you, I have laid my hands on three of your girls and you act as if we are nothing more than a minor annoyance. You avoided any chance to meet us in the ring, denied an opportunity that would have proved something, and all you have done since this started is proved us right or barely even fight against us.”
“Maybe I should have laid out another girl, or ordered Skylar and broken her. Maybe that would have garnered some effort. But I suppose you were busy making the Tag Team Championships into a joke and dealing with your alter ego. Nice to see you are sane again.”
::It is a cold, cruel chuckle that comes from Travis as if he is amused by the whole Silver Baron/Oblivion thing.::
“I don’t really have anything against you Silver Baron, except for the fact that for some reason, the UWA feels a need to put you on every episode of Monday Night Mayhem. Here you are, supposedly this big star, tag team champion, willing to fight, but when we make the challenge, when we give you the opportunity to step up, you back and it cost you. I am surprised you didn’t run for your mask again.”
“Oh that’s right, you were crazy, and then you got better.”
::Tavis throws his head back with a loud, mocking “Ha!” and a cold, cruel, sadistic smile.::
“Well that’s good, because I have seen what your demon is capable of and I have found it lacking. You may be one of the UWA’s chosen ones Silver Baron, but you are hardly an elite. No matter what you may believe, you are not a legend. You are not a monster. You are not a demon. You have only ever beaten me once and that was by luck. So you can bring your sidekick and your partner to the ring, and I will bring two young, hungry wrestlers tired of sitting at home, tired of watching a joke of a team like you climb a mountain you had no business on in the first place.
::Travis stops pacing and thrusts the crowbar out like he is pointing a sword outward and at someone. His eyes are cold, like a predator about to strike and make a kill; focused and driven, with a full sense of purpose. No regrets. No remorse. No hesitation.::
“So now it has come to this. Now we settle it. No more games, no more blustering and boasting, no more hit and run attacks. At Fearless, the ring will be surrounded by wrestlers whose only job is to keep us in there until one team walks out with the win. No where to run, no where to hide. It is time for us to climb the mountain and claim a spot at the top, no more sitting on the sidelines for us. It is time for night to fall on the Sin City Knights and dawn to begin for Ragnarok.”
::Travis quickly thrusts the crowbar up into the air.::
“Challenge and learn.”
::The scene fades out on Travis, pointing the crowbar up, almost symbolic of the direction he wishes to take Ragnarok.::
::Walking across the top of one of the trucks the UWA uses to transport the ring and other equipment is “the Canadian Legend” Kyle Travis. He drags that crowbar of his over the top as he paces back and forth. On the side of the truck is the logo for UWA Monday Night Mayhem and an image of Areynn Donnelly with the UWA World Championship over her shoulder.::
::Travis seems to be talking to himself more than anyone else.::
“Sometimes, I wonder why I complain about management. I wonder why I walk out and air grievances that I have with the people I work for. And I wonder these things for two reasons.”
“The first reason is that no matter how many times I do it, no one ever listens to me about it. Some people may share the same opinion as me, but when I complain, they treat it as I am bitter or jealous or just arrogant or whatever. No one listens to me about it. Or, if they do hear anything I say, their reaction is to tell me to shut up.”
“And really, I do not know why. I feel that I make valid points when I make such statements. I guess people either do not want to hear it. Or maybe it is just because it is coming from me and no one wants to take me seriously. I really don’t know.”
“The second reason I wonder why I do it is that eventually someone else comes along and does the exact same thing I am doing, usually a person who has no business even complaining about management or how they have been treated, and yet, everyone suddenly agrees with them and rallies around them or sympathizes with them despite the fact I have been saying everything they are now saying.”
::He sighs, again, seemingly not talking to anyone other than himself. Maybe he is just trying to run through it in his own head, saying it out loud to hear how it sounds.::
“The first time it happened was in ACW. For five years I had been management’s whipping boy. If something went wrong, it was my fault. I was the one who was blamed. I was fired again and again, but I am sure most people know this and remember it.”
“What they may not recall is that Risk, the golden boy of the ACW, the three-time world champion who only won the title once and had it handed back to him twice, started stealing my bit. Seriously, he was a three time world champion, but had only won the title once. The second and third reigns were because the company kept handing him the title and I mean literally handing the belt back to him as soon as he lost it. I saw this man lose a no disqualification match and be handed the title back because ACW management ruled his opponent’s use of a metal plate in his forearm from surgery was somehow illegal. Apparently, you can use a chair, the stairs, a table and anything else in a no DQ match, but they draw the line at metallic plate in arm. The whole thing really came off more like a spoiled brat whining than a man with a legitimate complaint.”
“I did it again in NEW, complaining about how the place was run with their chosen elite and either the same people getting opportunities or those opportunities going to people who just walked through the door. No one listened. Then Eric Donavan, a man who had spent the year as number one contender to the NEW Championship and had even been champion, began to complain about how the place was run and management and suddenly everyone listened to him.”
“I imagine that the same will happen with Lacey Roberts now taking our message. Although, admittedly, she is the first person I’ve seen do it after me that was not at the top of the mountain.”
::He stops pacing and sighs, shaking his head at history repeating. After a moment, he glances to his side.::
“Craven, did you ever see the movie A Million Ways to Die in the West?”
“Now I will grant you that it’s not a classic, not one of Seth MacFarlane’s best, but then again, he’s only ever made two movies, so there’s that. Anyway, what you said reminded me of something in the movie.”
“In the movie, Giovanni Ribisi plays this guy named Edward, and his character is in a relationship with Sarah Silverman’s character Ruth, who happens to be a prostitute, and while Ruth is having sex with all kinds of men, yet he and Ruth had yet to have sex. Please allow me to quote Alex Borstien’s character, the madam of the brothel-slash-saloon in the movie when I ask you “You're okay with your girlfriend screwing, like, 15 different guys every day and getting paid to do it?””
::“The Canadian Legend” smirks.::
“I mean really, you just said your girlfriend is a prostitute and you act like that’s some sort of badge of honor. This is the woman you have loved your whole life, chased for years and now that you are her are together, you are somehow cool with her having sex with other men because, and I can actually call her this because it is true, she is a whore. Please explain to me why you act like that is something to be proud of? So many years chasing her only to find she’s a whore. That’s sad Craven.”
::There is an almost shocked tone in his voice as he speaks.::
“I mean you are honestly okay with the woman you spent your life loving, your best friend, having sex with a bunch of guys? You can honestly look at her the same way knowing she’s been having sex with guys who are not you, because Silver Baron employs her to be a whore? You can call that man your friend?”
::Travis throws his head back laughing. He sounds amused by all this.::
“My God you are pathetic!”
“Were I to find out my best friend, the woman I loved was working as a whore, I would NOT be cool with that and I would NOT suddenly be best friends with her pimp. I would beat the hell out of him, not become his lackey.”
“What exactly have you gotten out of being in the Sin City Knights? Tell me because I am dieing to know, because as far as I can tell it is nothing. Your best friend is a whore, making money for Silver Baron by risking her body and health having sex with men, and you act like it’s a great thing for her.”
“When the Sin City Knights faced the Cornbread Mafia to determine the first ever UWA Tag Team Champions, did Silver Baron choose you as his partner? Did he walk up to you and tell you he was getting this shot and wanted you to be his partner? No, I do not think he did because he was going to team with some one fresh off the street. And even if he did ask, do you expect me to believe that you told him while it was an honor to be asked, he should just take a rookie into the match, because you didn’t need to be champion and you had everything you wanted in a girlfriend who was a prostitute? I find that very hard to believe.”
“The simple fact of the matter is you are a moron and the Sin City Knights made Skylar a prostitute. I mean really, how much does she owe Silver Baron? I’d write the check for you. The fact of the matter is he does not respect or value either of you, nor do I imagine he considers either of you to really be a part of the team. At best, you are filler when he needs back up. At worst, you’re the guy he laughs out when he counts money your girlfriend made from being on her back all day. Either way Craven, I really doubt he is as faithful a friend as you think.”
::Slowly, Travis wipes his eyes.::
“But let’s move on to an actually member of the Sin City Knights and not just a hanger on, with Quentin Saint, the former Tag Team Champion.”
::Travis raises his crowbar, pointing to towards the camera and shakes it, like he is gesturing to someone.::
“I think Sang Réal asked this, and I too am curious, how does it feel to know your reign as one half of the first ever UWA Tag Team Champions was a complete waste of time? You made history and then squandered the opportunity to make those titles mean something. I do hate to repeat what has already been stated, but it is hard to argue that your reign could be called a mistake, that you were nothing more than a transitional champion.”
::He lowers the crowbar.::
“You, Quentin, were a large part of the reason why Ragnarok was formed. Flattering isn’t it?”
::Sighing, Travis looks up towards the night sky. It is a clear evening and the only the stars in the upper levels of the sky are visible due to the light pollution of the area.::
“You see, Quentin, I was already having issues seeing the same people on every single episode. Each week it seemed like it was Aerynn Donnelly, Jeszika Gautier, K.I.S.S., Vince Jones, and Silver Baron wrestling every week with Joshua McBride doing something backstage. That was every single show. The rest of us got weeks or months off while those six or seven people were put on every show, given match after match. The rest of us can probably count the number of matches we have had on one hand, because this company just wants to focus on those six or seven.”
::He looks down from the sky and starts to pace along the top of the truck again. It almost sounds as if he is bitter as he speaks.::
“And then, I saw you walk through the door in the Protector get up. You had one match, only one. And then, somehow, someway, you were thrust into the first ever UWA Tag Team Championship Title match.”
“I had an issue with that. For almost a year, I watch in NEW as they kept handing the titles and big matches to these chosen ones, or only allowed these same people to hold championships like they were reserved. However, only a few people managed to climb that ladder and claim the opportunities so many of us had worked for. Want to know how they did it? They walked through the door and made their debut match. The rest of us bust our asses, give everything we had to try and climb that ladder, and yet every chance we worked for was just handed off to some guy who just walked through the door. Do you have any idea how frustrating that is Quentin, to work your ass off and then see someone just be handed an opportunity that you know they did not deserve?”
::As he speaks, that bitterness sounds like it is turning to anger. His grip tightens on the crowbar in his hand.::
“No, you don’t, because you walked in the door, wrestled one match, and got a title shot. Now you get to be on every episode of Mayhem while someone like me, like Sang Réal, the Cornbread Mafia, and over half the roster get to sit at home and wait for the office to remember they work here. All I have given to this business, all I have sacrificed, all I was promised and this is how I am treated?”
“You will excuse me for being a little frustrated as I watch this company become just like the NEW, and that place shut down. I fail to see how their model works considering they shut down. Next thing you know, UWA will start taping months in advance, recording one-night-only pay-per-views and hire every released wrestler from some company and release established homegrown wrestlers to hire MMA fighters or football players that they cannot let wrestle, or build factions that they get bored with after a week, because that model works so well.”
“I spent a year being pushed aside for chosen elite and newcomers who were just handed what I had worked for. Now, not only is it happening again, but I do not seem to even get the chance to work for chances to work for, because like half the roster, I can hardly get on television. So when I see a rookie like you get a chance at history without having earned it and then proving you never deserved it, I get a little upset Quentin.”
“And finally we come to the Silver Baron.”
::The tone of bitterness and anger subsides. Travis smirks a bit as he paces, now spinning the crowbar in tiny circles.::
“Personally, I feel a little insulted Baron. When Dark Camelot went after your girls, you “snapped” and “unleashed this terrible demon, a monster you kept inside you”. You swore you would unleash all manner of pain and suffering on them. You couldn’t wait to get them in the ring. We beat you down, we mock you, I have laid my hands on three of your girls and you act as if we are nothing more than a minor annoyance. You avoided any chance to meet us in the ring, denied an opportunity that would have proved something, and all you have done since this started is proved us right or barely even fight against us.”
“Maybe I should have laid out another girl, or ordered Skylar and broken her. Maybe that would have garnered some effort. But I suppose you were busy making the Tag Team Championships into a joke and dealing with your alter ego. Nice to see you are sane again.”
::It is a cold, cruel chuckle that comes from Travis as if he is amused by the whole Silver Baron/Oblivion thing.::
“I don’t really have anything against you Silver Baron, except for the fact that for some reason, the UWA feels a need to put you on every episode of Monday Night Mayhem. Here you are, supposedly this big star, tag team champion, willing to fight, but when we make the challenge, when we give you the opportunity to step up, you back and it cost you. I am surprised you didn’t run for your mask again.”
“Oh that’s right, you were crazy, and then you got better.”
::Tavis throws his head back with a loud, mocking “Ha!” and a cold, cruel, sadistic smile.::
“Well that’s good, because I have seen what your demon is capable of and I have found it lacking. You may be one of the UWA’s chosen ones Silver Baron, but you are hardly an elite. No matter what you may believe, you are not a legend. You are not a monster. You are not a demon. You have only ever beaten me once and that was by luck. So you can bring your sidekick and your partner to the ring, and I will bring two young, hungry wrestlers tired of sitting at home, tired of watching a joke of a team like you climb a mountain you had no business on in the first place.
::Travis stops pacing and thrusts the crowbar out like he is pointing a sword outward and at someone. His eyes are cold, like a predator about to strike and make a kill; focused and driven, with a full sense of purpose. No regrets. No remorse. No hesitation.::
“So now it has come to this. Now we settle it. No more games, no more blustering and boasting, no more hit and run attacks. At Fearless, the ring will be surrounded by wrestlers whose only job is to keep us in there until one team walks out with the win. No where to run, no where to hide. It is time for us to climb the mountain and claim a spot at the top, no more sitting on the sidelines for us. It is time for night to fall on the Sin City Knights and dawn to begin for Ragnarok.”
::Travis quickly thrusts the crowbar up into the air.::
“Challenge and learn.”
::The scene fades out on Travis, pointing the crowbar up, almost symbolic of the direction he wishes to take Ragnarok.::