Post by Kyle Travis on Jan 21, 2015 8:05:49 GMT -6
::Kyle Travis sits on a stool alone in his garage. Sitting on a workbench is an open case. Next to the case is a bottle of polish. In one hand is a cloth rag. In his other hand is his weapon of choice, the instrument he has used to inflict so much pain and violence upon his victims with; the black titanium crowbar.::
::Travis slides a cloth other the cold metal of the crowbar that has served as his weapon of choice for many years. The black metal is free of rust, but not of the blood of many people who have been hit with it, still the metal seems to have a glossy shine to it as Travis continues to clean it. Like a swordsman with his blade, Travis keeps the crowbar clean and in as close to pristine condition as possible.::
“So it seems that the plan for Tragic Engagement is for me to wrestle Craven and if I win, I once again have the ability to challenge for any title, except for the UWA World Heavyweight Championship.”
::“The Canadian Legend” stops polishing his signature weapon and holds it up, looking it over as he speaks.::
“And the reason that I am not allowed to have a title shot is that after weeks of looking weak and ineffective, Georgio Oliver decided that someone should be punished for doing something bad, and shockingly, it was when I started doing things that he decided to grow a pair of balls.”
::Lowering the crowbar, Travis slowly slides the cloth over the black metal.::
“He did nothing to Aerynn Donnelly after she nailed Jamie Hensley in the face with the UWA World Championship, which he could have fined her or found some method of punishment. He suspended Jeszika Gautier after keeping a hold on too long like it was the evilest deed in recorded history, but she claims to be getting help with her whole being a crazy bitch with anger issues, and he immediately caves and lets her come back and even referee a main event between her ex-husband who clearly still loves her and she has feelings for and the woman she beat for the title. And, he has done nothing at all against the Children of Nephilim, except not put them in matches, but claims they earn huge ratings, which is a load of crap, because if they earned huge ratings, why are they not given more matches? But, apparently, it’s okay that the Children of Nephilim have attacked people, abducted and illegally detained people and implied that they do this on a regular basis, not just to wrestlers, but to random people they encounter on the street and recently ran someone over with a car, but all those things are perfectly acceptable. No crime or misdeed goes unpunished in the UWA, unless I do it. And yet, everyone just acts like I’m paranoid despite the evidence.”
“And really, he seemed so shocked that I would attack innocent people and do terrible things despite the overwhelming historical evidence that says it is exactly what I usually do. In fact, you could say I have made a career out of it. Did you think this was a Jeszika Gautier thing and you were hiring the other Kyle Travis, who also happens to be from Calgary, Alberta, Canada and a wrestler, and uses the exact same moves? Because, if that is indeed the case we have here, then clearly there has been some confusion as to who the hell you hired.”
“And now, he forces me into a match against Craven, a man who could not get the job done the first time, and to get me to do the match he dangles the chance at championships like a lure. But, he keeps me away from the one I want, the one I came here to win; the UWA World Championship.”
“And if I want to have a shot at the UWA Tag Team Championships or the Television Championship or even attempt to regain the North American Championship, I have to beat Craven.”
::Travis stops polishing and looks up.::
“I refuse.”
“I absolutely refuse to wrestle Craven at Tragic Engagment. Under no circumstance will I step into the ring and face Craven at Tragic Engagement.”
::In a rather dismissive fashion, Travis waves the hand holding the cloth before he goes back to wiping a few spots on the crowbar.::
“And we can get lawyers involved and we can have it all out, but what you fail to realize Georgio is just how good my contract is. I get suspended, I still get paid. What you fail to realize is how good my lawyers are, because I need good lawyers, because I do a lot of terrible things.”
::Again, he stops and places the cloth down on the workbench. He looks away from the crowbar and then looks upwards as if in thought.::
“And it is not fear or that I do not think I can beat Craven that I refuse to step into the ring with him, because I had him at Cataclysm and everyone acts like it was twenty minutes of him making me his bitch when I was just destroying his arm. He was outclassed, unarmed, out of his element and complete out of his league in a submission match, but everyone acts like he completely owned me for that match. Everyone acts like his throwing through me a table was this great heroic act or that it should be praised and celebrated, when in reality it was a desperate act of a desperate man in a match he had no business being in. That reaction got to me.”
“And, there I was a few days ago, watching our caped crusader stare at waitresses and eat chicken wings and there was a time an insignificant little nobody like Tedman would have been terrified of facing me or would have been worried about getting into the ring, or while you were foolishly overconfident, the waitress would have been concerned and rightfully so. And then, there’s my son, the kid who wants to follow in my footsteps and become a wrestler. He walks up to me and he asks me “Dad, what the hell happened to you?”.”
“And my kid is right. I mean I am not the type of person to whine or complain about how I am treated. I am the type of person that just starts to do violent things until I either get what I want, or the body count gets so high that they ask is it really worth refusing him.”
“As strange as it sounds, I still believe in a little thing called integrity. I take someone at their word, and unfortunately, I usually get screwed. When I came to UWA, I was told it wouldn’t be like NEW, and yet, it is. The only real difference I see is that no one is treating some guy’s dick as the most important object in the company, even more prestigious than the world championship. I see false heroes. I see the same people again and again.”
“I was promised the respect someone like me deserves. And I have not received that. Not from the announce team, from the wrestlers or management that has once again decided that Kyle Travis must be punished for the sins of all.”
“When I first talked to Georgio Oliver, he told me I would get respect. I would be treated fairly. He promised me that I would get what someone who has a career like I have had would get the respect he deserved.”
“And have I gotten that? I fail to see how two title matches equals anything he promised me. Yes, I won the North American Championship, but as soon as I lost it, people acted like I was the only person in the entire history of the UWA to lose a match, as if my losing a title is a mark of shame and I should be cast from society to live in exile for my disgrace, but someone else drops a title and their reign is praised. Explain to me how that is being treated with respect. I had one world title match, and then was off television for a month, while I watched the same seven wrestlers get match after match after match. How is that respect?”
“So now, after making me the first person in the history of the UWA to be punished for their transgressions, you expect me to dance through your goddamned hoop like some sort of trained monkey, and somehow, that is respect?”
“Trust, Georgio, is the hardest thing in the world to build, and yet, so easy to break. I took you at your word. I trusted you. That trust is broken.”
::Slowly, “the Once and Future King” lifts the crowbar, holding it up like a swordsmith looks down length of a blade, or a marksman looks down the barrel of a rifle, checking the weapon over in his hands.::
::Given what he is saying, it would not be unreasonable for Travis to sound upset or angry. That is not the case however. He sounds perfectly and completely calm.::
“It is because I no longer trust anything you say Georgio, that every word I hear from you is a damn lie, that I do not believe for a second you would actually lift that ban you have one me. And even if you do, what is to stop you from saying I do not get any title shots the next time I do something you disapprove of because you have to punish someone, but can’t, so it has to be me? The answer is nothing. I take this offer, I’ve literally become your bitch, because it shows that no matter what, as soon as you take away my opportunity at titles, I’m your dancing monkey and will jusmp through your hoops and that makes it okay to treat me like the UWA’s whipping boy and punish me for all the sins committed in the UWA.”
::Travis looks up from the crowbar.::
“I am not your dancing money. I am not your whipping boy, Georgio. However, that is how you seem to want to treat me, so, now I have to become your executioner.”
::There is nothing except malice, a pure, unadulterated, undiluted malice in his voice.::
“Georgio, I am not playing this game anymore. I swore to myself I would not play this game again, and somehow, I keep ending up getting screwed by management. And I am just so done with it Georgio that I honestly do not give a damn about how you react to this, because I am not playing this game of being the whipping boy again. You screw me, and I gut you like a fish. So that is what we are going to do. I am coming after you Georgio.”
::He lowers the crowbar, slowly twisting it in his hand.::
“I am not facing Craven at Tragic Engagement. No, he had his shot. And I am not playing this game anymore. I am not giving you permission to use me as whipping boy or continue to be treated like I have been. I am not the type of man who should be complaining. I am the type of man who should have said my peice and started the horrific bodycount. So, I think that's what we need to do. Announcers, referees, wrestlers, fans, I really do not care who I hurt. But you will, because if I take this crowbar into the crowd and find someone to hit, you're liable, and I don't care. This Georgio is war, and in war, everyone suffers. However, I have nothing left you can take."
"But you have so very much that you can lose, and that is why if you want me to compete at Tragic Engagment, it's going to be against you Mr Oliver. And I assure you, you do not want to make me come and find you, because it will not end well. The question you have to ask yourself is not who I am willing to hurt to get what I want, but who you are willing to sacrifice to keep it from me?"
"We already know you consider Tedman expendable, because this week, in another show of respect that I have come to expect from the UWA, I am facing Tedman, an idiot in a stupid costume and a cape who fancies himself some sort of superhero. I consider this an insult. You put me in the ring with some junkie superhero wannabe who is acting like two wins make him the best, and just mocked me for losing a title he will never have and expect this to be a match. No Georgio, this is an execution. I am going out to that ring with every intnetion of breaking Tedman.
”
::Looking at the crowbar in his hands, Travis keeps twisting it back and forth as his eyes watch the curved edge of the weapon move back and forth, side to side.
“Tedman, do you understand what I am saying? I am not coming to pin you or make you submit. I am walking out ot that ring with every intention of ending your career. You were not sent into this match against me and compete, you are being sent out to survive like Christians to the lions."
"I don’t really care how I do it, Pridebreaker or disqualification, I am coming to try and end your career Tedman. The thing is I literally get nothing out of this match. If I win, it doesn’t put me a step closer to the UWA Championship or earn me a shot at the Television Championship or the Tag Team Championships or a chance to regain the North American Championship. If I lose, I am still in the same position I was before.”
“Tedman, I have nothing left to that Georgio Oliver can take away from me. He could fire me and my lawyers could rip him apart, because of contract issues and clauses I am not getting into. He could suspend me, but I get paid, again because of contract issues.”
“I could walk away right now Tedman, and I would still be a legend in this business while you are an insignificant nobody being sent into the ring to die. I do not have to beat you. I get nothing out of beating you anyway, so what do I have to lose by testing whether or not you can feel pain?”
“You want to tell me you feel no pain and think that will intimidate me or throw me off my game?”
::A cold, cruel sadistic smile forms on the face of Kyle Travis as he gets to his feet. He lays the crowbar down in the case, like someone placing a sword back on a and or a Thompson inside a violin case. This is a weapon he fully intends to use.
“No Tedman, I look at it as a challenge. I lock in the Pridebreaker and either you tap out, showing the entire world that another of their so-called heroes has lied to them and that you can indeed feel pain thus forcing you to submit, or I rip your arm off and take you out of action for while. Or, I just settle for beating the hell out of you with a crowbar for my own entertainment. Either way, I fully intend to make you feel pain. I don’t know about you, but I have money on something I do making you feel pain, no matter how drug ravaged your body may be.”
“So will you put forth the same heroic effort you seem to admire Craven putting in at Cataclysm, and maybe, just maybe you win this match, but I am not coming to win Tedman. Winning means the same as losing for me. I am coming to hurt you. I am just going to walk out there and hurt you. This is not a beat me if you can scenario. This is a survive if I let you kind of thing. I have nothing to lose and nothing to gain Tedman, and person with nothing is very dangerous.”
::Travis closes the case and turns to walk away.::
“Challenge and learn you pathetic excuse of a caped crusader.”
::The scene fades out on the case Travis keeps his signature weapon, the crowbar inside.::
::Travis slides a cloth other the cold metal of the crowbar that has served as his weapon of choice for many years. The black metal is free of rust, but not of the blood of many people who have been hit with it, still the metal seems to have a glossy shine to it as Travis continues to clean it. Like a swordsman with his blade, Travis keeps the crowbar clean and in as close to pristine condition as possible.::
“So it seems that the plan for Tragic Engagement is for me to wrestle Craven and if I win, I once again have the ability to challenge for any title, except for the UWA World Heavyweight Championship.”
::“The Canadian Legend” stops polishing his signature weapon and holds it up, looking it over as he speaks.::
“And the reason that I am not allowed to have a title shot is that after weeks of looking weak and ineffective, Georgio Oliver decided that someone should be punished for doing something bad, and shockingly, it was when I started doing things that he decided to grow a pair of balls.”
::Lowering the crowbar, Travis slowly slides the cloth over the black metal.::
“He did nothing to Aerynn Donnelly after she nailed Jamie Hensley in the face with the UWA World Championship, which he could have fined her or found some method of punishment. He suspended Jeszika Gautier after keeping a hold on too long like it was the evilest deed in recorded history, but she claims to be getting help with her whole being a crazy bitch with anger issues, and he immediately caves and lets her come back and even referee a main event between her ex-husband who clearly still loves her and she has feelings for and the woman she beat for the title. And, he has done nothing at all against the Children of Nephilim, except not put them in matches, but claims they earn huge ratings, which is a load of crap, because if they earned huge ratings, why are they not given more matches? But, apparently, it’s okay that the Children of Nephilim have attacked people, abducted and illegally detained people and implied that they do this on a regular basis, not just to wrestlers, but to random people they encounter on the street and recently ran someone over with a car, but all those things are perfectly acceptable. No crime or misdeed goes unpunished in the UWA, unless I do it. And yet, everyone just acts like I’m paranoid despite the evidence.”
“And really, he seemed so shocked that I would attack innocent people and do terrible things despite the overwhelming historical evidence that says it is exactly what I usually do. In fact, you could say I have made a career out of it. Did you think this was a Jeszika Gautier thing and you were hiring the other Kyle Travis, who also happens to be from Calgary, Alberta, Canada and a wrestler, and uses the exact same moves? Because, if that is indeed the case we have here, then clearly there has been some confusion as to who the hell you hired.”
“And now, he forces me into a match against Craven, a man who could not get the job done the first time, and to get me to do the match he dangles the chance at championships like a lure. But, he keeps me away from the one I want, the one I came here to win; the UWA World Championship.”
“And if I want to have a shot at the UWA Tag Team Championships or the Television Championship or even attempt to regain the North American Championship, I have to beat Craven.”
::Travis stops polishing and looks up.::
“I refuse.”
“I absolutely refuse to wrestle Craven at Tragic Engagment. Under no circumstance will I step into the ring and face Craven at Tragic Engagement.”
::In a rather dismissive fashion, Travis waves the hand holding the cloth before he goes back to wiping a few spots on the crowbar.::
“And we can get lawyers involved and we can have it all out, but what you fail to realize Georgio is just how good my contract is. I get suspended, I still get paid. What you fail to realize is how good my lawyers are, because I need good lawyers, because I do a lot of terrible things.”
::Again, he stops and places the cloth down on the workbench. He looks away from the crowbar and then looks upwards as if in thought.::
“And it is not fear or that I do not think I can beat Craven that I refuse to step into the ring with him, because I had him at Cataclysm and everyone acts like it was twenty minutes of him making me his bitch when I was just destroying his arm. He was outclassed, unarmed, out of his element and complete out of his league in a submission match, but everyone acts like he completely owned me for that match. Everyone acts like his throwing through me a table was this great heroic act or that it should be praised and celebrated, when in reality it was a desperate act of a desperate man in a match he had no business being in. That reaction got to me.”
“And, there I was a few days ago, watching our caped crusader stare at waitresses and eat chicken wings and there was a time an insignificant little nobody like Tedman would have been terrified of facing me or would have been worried about getting into the ring, or while you were foolishly overconfident, the waitress would have been concerned and rightfully so. And then, there’s my son, the kid who wants to follow in my footsteps and become a wrestler. He walks up to me and he asks me “Dad, what the hell happened to you?”.”
“And my kid is right. I mean I am not the type of person to whine or complain about how I am treated. I am the type of person that just starts to do violent things until I either get what I want, or the body count gets so high that they ask is it really worth refusing him.”
“As strange as it sounds, I still believe in a little thing called integrity. I take someone at their word, and unfortunately, I usually get screwed. When I came to UWA, I was told it wouldn’t be like NEW, and yet, it is. The only real difference I see is that no one is treating some guy’s dick as the most important object in the company, even more prestigious than the world championship. I see false heroes. I see the same people again and again.”
“I was promised the respect someone like me deserves. And I have not received that. Not from the announce team, from the wrestlers or management that has once again decided that Kyle Travis must be punished for the sins of all.”
“When I first talked to Georgio Oliver, he told me I would get respect. I would be treated fairly. He promised me that I would get what someone who has a career like I have had would get the respect he deserved.”
“And have I gotten that? I fail to see how two title matches equals anything he promised me. Yes, I won the North American Championship, but as soon as I lost it, people acted like I was the only person in the entire history of the UWA to lose a match, as if my losing a title is a mark of shame and I should be cast from society to live in exile for my disgrace, but someone else drops a title and their reign is praised. Explain to me how that is being treated with respect. I had one world title match, and then was off television for a month, while I watched the same seven wrestlers get match after match after match. How is that respect?”
“So now, after making me the first person in the history of the UWA to be punished for their transgressions, you expect me to dance through your goddamned hoop like some sort of trained monkey, and somehow, that is respect?”
“Trust, Georgio, is the hardest thing in the world to build, and yet, so easy to break. I took you at your word. I trusted you. That trust is broken.”
::Slowly, “the Once and Future King” lifts the crowbar, holding it up like a swordsmith looks down length of a blade, or a marksman looks down the barrel of a rifle, checking the weapon over in his hands.::
::Given what he is saying, it would not be unreasonable for Travis to sound upset or angry. That is not the case however. He sounds perfectly and completely calm.::
“It is because I no longer trust anything you say Georgio, that every word I hear from you is a damn lie, that I do not believe for a second you would actually lift that ban you have one me. And even if you do, what is to stop you from saying I do not get any title shots the next time I do something you disapprove of because you have to punish someone, but can’t, so it has to be me? The answer is nothing. I take this offer, I’ve literally become your bitch, because it shows that no matter what, as soon as you take away my opportunity at titles, I’m your dancing monkey and will jusmp through your hoops and that makes it okay to treat me like the UWA’s whipping boy and punish me for all the sins committed in the UWA.”
::Travis looks up from the crowbar.::
“I am not your dancing money. I am not your whipping boy, Georgio. However, that is how you seem to want to treat me, so, now I have to become your executioner.”
::There is nothing except malice, a pure, unadulterated, undiluted malice in his voice.::
“Georgio, I am not playing this game anymore. I swore to myself I would not play this game again, and somehow, I keep ending up getting screwed by management. And I am just so done with it Georgio that I honestly do not give a damn about how you react to this, because I am not playing this game of being the whipping boy again. You screw me, and I gut you like a fish. So that is what we are going to do. I am coming after you Georgio.”
::He lowers the crowbar, slowly twisting it in his hand.::
“I am not facing Craven at Tragic Engagement. No, he had his shot. And I am not playing this game anymore. I am not giving you permission to use me as whipping boy or continue to be treated like I have been. I am not the type of man who should be complaining. I am the type of man who should have said my peice and started the horrific bodycount. So, I think that's what we need to do. Announcers, referees, wrestlers, fans, I really do not care who I hurt. But you will, because if I take this crowbar into the crowd and find someone to hit, you're liable, and I don't care. This Georgio is war, and in war, everyone suffers. However, I have nothing left you can take."
"But you have so very much that you can lose, and that is why if you want me to compete at Tragic Engagment, it's going to be against you Mr Oliver. And I assure you, you do not want to make me come and find you, because it will not end well. The question you have to ask yourself is not who I am willing to hurt to get what I want, but who you are willing to sacrifice to keep it from me?"
"We already know you consider Tedman expendable, because this week, in another show of respect that I have come to expect from the UWA, I am facing Tedman, an idiot in a stupid costume and a cape who fancies himself some sort of superhero. I consider this an insult. You put me in the ring with some junkie superhero wannabe who is acting like two wins make him the best, and just mocked me for losing a title he will never have and expect this to be a match. No Georgio, this is an execution. I am going out to that ring with every intnetion of breaking Tedman.
”
::Looking at the crowbar in his hands, Travis keeps twisting it back and forth as his eyes watch the curved edge of the weapon move back and forth, side to side.
“Tedman, do you understand what I am saying? I am not coming to pin you or make you submit. I am walking out ot that ring with every intention of ending your career. You were not sent into this match against me and compete, you are being sent out to survive like Christians to the lions."
"I don’t really care how I do it, Pridebreaker or disqualification, I am coming to try and end your career Tedman. The thing is I literally get nothing out of this match. If I win, it doesn’t put me a step closer to the UWA Championship or earn me a shot at the Television Championship or the Tag Team Championships or a chance to regain the North American Championship. If I lose, I am still in the same position I was before.”
“Tedman, I have nothing left to that Georgio Oliver can take away from me. He could fire me and my lawyers could rip him apart, because of contract issues and clauses I am not getting into. He could suspend me, but I get paid, again because of contract issues.”
“I could walk away right now Tedman, and I would still be a legend in this business while you are an insignificant nobody being sent into the ring to die. I do not have to beat you. I get nothing out of beating you anyway, so what do I have to lose by testing whether or not you can feel pain?”
“You want to tell me you feel no pain and think that will intimidate me or throw me off my game?”
::A cold, cruel sadistic smile forms on the face of Kyle Travis as he gets to his feet. He lays the crowbar down in the case, like someone placing a sword back on a and or a Thompson inside a violin case. This is a weapon he fully intends to use.
“No Tedman, I look at it as a challenge. I lock in the Pridebreaker and either you tap out, showing the entire world that another of their so-called heroes has lied to them and that you can indeed feel pain thus forcing you to submit, or I rip your arm off and take you out of action for while. Or, I just settle for beating the hell out of you with a crowbar for my own entertainment. Either way, I fully intend to make you feel pain. I don’t know about you, but I have money on something I do making you feel pain, no matter how drug ravaged your body may be.”
“So will you put forth the same heroic effort you seem to admire Craven putting in at Cataclysm, and maybe, just maybe you win this match, but I am not coming to win Tedman. Winning means the same as losing for me. I am coming to hurt you. I am just going to walk out there and hurt you. This is not a beat me if you can scenario. This is a survive if I let you kind of thing. I have nothing to lose and nothing to gain Tedman, and person with nothing is very dangerous.”
::Travis closes the case and turns to walk away.::
“Challenge and learn you pathetic excuse of a caped crusader.”
::The scene fades out on the case Travis keeps his signature weapon, the crowbar inside.::