Post by T-Robosaurus Rex on Jul 31, 2009 18:36:35 GMT -5
[Eyes closed, mouth formed into a contented grin, a small amount of saliva escaping from between his lips and travelling along the contours of the leather sofa his head rests upon, The Unified Global Champion is resting within his locker room. Every so often his body twitches from side to side and then becomes rigid, and then he returns to a state of calm stillness, occasionally mumbling undecipherable words as he sleeps.
This calm silent atmosphere is shattered as the door to the locker room swings open and the huge frame of The Chubby Little Funster himself, Tate Levene comes staggering into the room. The door slams against the wall of the locker room, and the deep, crashing sound that accompanies it causes ‘The Blessed One’ to become startled and as he wakes up, he also finds himself falling the short distance to the floor. This unexpected way of awakening takes ‘The Headliner’ by surprise and he looks suitably shocked to find himself on the floor of his locker room, and he looks up at Tate Levene through his now squinting eyes.
Fatty McFat Fat has obviously been over exerting himself to reach the locker room of GIW’s Unified Global Champion, as when he enters the room he bends double, resting both hands on his knees and wheezing heavily as he hyperventilates. As Travis clambers to his feet, he raises his eyebrows at his exhausted agent and stares at him whilst wordlessly waiting for an explanation for this rude awakening. Tate notices this and holds one hand up, displaying a single digit, to communicate that he needs a few moments to recover from the strenuous effort he has shown in reaching the locker room. He then uses the same urge to lunge into his pocket and withdraw an inhaler, which he quickly shoves into his mouth and sucks deeply on. This helps him partially recover, and he manages to stand up straight before addressing his boss.]
Tate – ‘The...the....*gasps for air*...the card..is....up!’[/i]
[‘The Headliner’ is apparently still coming to terms with his wakened state, and merely stares at Tate Levene with a look that suggests he’s not quite sure whether his agent actually exists or is just the remnant of a particularly strange dream ‘The Blessed One’ had just experienced. After a few moments of staring blankly at Tate, ‘The TWiSTeD Guerrilla’ rubs his eyes and reaches over for his trademark Aviator Sunglasses and perches them upon his ears, covering his eyes from Triple McF, and displaying a lack of interest in what his agent has to say. Tate now almost fully recovered tries to gain ‘The Headliners’ attention once more]
Tate – ‘I’m not sure I can actually tell you how awesome this is...come with me...I’m gonna have to show you...’
[Travis once again merely raises his eyebrows at Tate, before bending his legs to sit down upon the sofa below. But Tate is not willing to allow this and lunges forward grabbing ‘The Blessed One’ around the wrist with his sweaty, chunky, hand. Without saying a word Travis looks down at Tate, and the Chubby Little Funster quickly lets go]
Tate – ‘OK...right...maybe that wasn’t the best way to convince you, but please come with me, you need to see this...besides Gran says you are always sleeping, so you better get up really...and you really, really need to see this....’
[Travis lets out an almighty sigh and resigns himself to losing the battle and he motions with his arms for his agent to lead the way. A huge smile breaks out across Tate’s face, and he turns briskly on the spot before slowly plodding off towards the locker room door, every few steps looking over his shoulder to ensure that The Unified Global Champion is following. The odd pairing make their way out of ‘The Blessed Ones’ locker room and into the corridors of the GIW Arena. After no more than five steps Tate turns to the wall, spreading his arms out to indicate that the notice board that hangs there contains the information he is so keen to impart to ‘The Headliner’. Travis briefly looks over at the notice board, without taking in any of the information, and looks back at the sweaty, red faced mess that is his agent, in a quizzical fashion, then back the short distance to his locker room, before turning back to Triple McF and speaking for the first time.]
Travis – ‘OK...why the hell were you out of breath?’
Tate – ‘Because I ran...all[/b] the way back to your locker room when I saw.’[/color]
[Travis reaches up with his right hand and pinches the bridge of his nose whilst shaking his head at this revelation that truly highlights his agents level of fitness before speaking once more]
Travis – ‘You wasted what little energy you have to tell ‘The Blessed One’ they had installed a notice board outside his locker room? ‘The Headliner’ will agree it is a little more convenient for ‘The Highest Standard in GIW’ but hardly merits disturbing Travis Roberts’ nap time...’
[It is now Tate’s turn to look bewildered and he shakes his head, before he replies]
Tate – ‘No that’s not it...you haven’t even looked at the card have you...look at your match...’
Travis – ‘Is there really much point, it’s not like there is anyone in this company that could pose ‘The Blessed One’ what might be deemed a challe...’
[As Travis turns and examines the board he stops speaking mid sentence, his jaw drops, and he stands silent staring at the card for the next edition of Sentinel]
Travis – ‘’The Headliner’ never saw that coming...’
Tate – ‘I know...I was shocked too, it’s probably why I was out of breath, it took me by surprise...but it’s awesome isn’t it, what better way to make my in ring debut than with the greatest athelete in this company...’
Travis – ‘This has to be some kind of mistake...’
Tate – ‘What?...Really? I hope not, I’ve been waiting to become an in-ring competitor for most of the year, it’d be horrible if they dangled it in front of me and then snatched it away...’
Travis – ‘It beggars comprehension...how in the name of all that is TWiSTeD did Vladimir Ulysys get a shot at Battleground!?...Were you saying something...’
Tate – ‘Forget about that...look at the main event...’
Travis – ‘Forget about it? How do you expect ‘The Headliner’ to do that, some guy no-one has ever heard of is getting a shot at entering one of this company’s most prestigious matches, once more all the hard work ‘The Blessed One’ has put into making this company credible is at risk. The next thing you know they’ll be giving Vanity ShowWood a shot...’
Tate – ‘Who?’
Travis – ‘Precisely! Every week ‘The Highest Standard in GIW’ goes beyond the call of duty to ensure Global Impact Wrestling remains in the forefront of the nations mind, ensuring they are not turned off by Alex Kiseragi’s inner struggle to find a personality, or Randy Boolzian’s frequent weekly failures in his hunt to become a worthwhile human being. Despite ‘The TWiSTeD Guerrilla’s’ best efforts though, it seems those with power are intent on bringing the company’s reputation to its knees, what the hell is next, are they going to be short sighted enough to put your cardiac arrest time bomb of a body into a matchup?’
Tate – ‘Actual...’
[Before Tate can even get the first word of his response out, a response which would have enlightened the Headliner to his own predicament this Sunday, he stops; knowing this will be futile, as ‘The Blessed Ones’ attention has once again turned from Tate Levene. In the distance we can hear a brisk tapping sound, augmented by a dull shuffle, both sounds getting louder with every passing second.
Travis’ face has become fixed into a solemn frown, as the creator’s of these noises come into view, it is none other than ‘The Headliners’ estranged wife Mary-Joanna and his former agent, the incomprehensibly strange looking eD cASe.]
MJ – ‘eDison dear, take that sweaty blob for a milkshake or several, ‘The TWiSTeD Heiress’ has some business to attend to with Travis...’
[eD looks up at his mistress and his eyes plead for him to be allowed to stay, but Mary-Joanna doesn’t spare him even the slightest glance as she bores her eyes into Travis’ shades. Not noting any movement she speaks again...]
MJ – ‘Now eDison, run along like a good boy.’
[eD sighs and cocks his head in the direction of the cafeteria to Tate, the Chubby Little Funster wasting no time in turning to take up the offer of a free milkshake, eD dragging his feet as he follows behind, glancing over his shoulder one more time at ‘The Blessed One’ who is clearly not paying any attention to his former best friend.]
MJ – ‘Mary-Joanna is surprised, genuinely, that you haven’t made an attempt to contact her over the past couple of weeks.’
Travis – ‘’The Blessed One’ has done his utmost not to contact you for the past few years, he’d have thought that wouldn’t have been so surprising to you by now, even with your diminished powers of observation...’
MJ – ‘Ah yes, things have changed though, haven’t they?’
Travis – ‘You suddenly no longer have the thirst for the blood of male humans?’
MJ – ‘Very amusing, no you know very well what has changed Travis, Mary-Joanna is on the brink of assuming so much power that she could make your life a living hell from this moment on. And MJ knows you Travis, you know to follow the power, so the very least ‘The TWiSTeD Matriarch’ expected was a message of good luck before she embarks on her new role as GIW Enforcer...’
Travis – ‘You think that is a position of power? Surely the Penguins reign highlighted the flaw in that argument. Seriously, the most he was ever able to achieve was to side with pretty much every loser over the past few months in an effort to displace ‘The Most Important icon in Sports Entertainment This Millennia’ from his position at the top of the pile. If anything GIW’s only other enforcer’s eventual fate should have taught anyone with half a brain that if you want to be successful in such a role, you need to keep ‘The Blessed One’ on side. So maybe than waiting around for ‘The Blessed One’ to wish you luck, maybe you should have thought about congratulating him on yet another victory over your ex lover?’
MJ – ‘Honestly Travis, why do you bother, MJ has seen you at your lowest most vulnerable point, she spent years living with your delusions of grandeur and trying to find space to breathe outside of your immense ego, ‘The TWiSTeD Matriarch’ knows you better than any other in this vast pool of arguable talent. Mary-Jo knows when you are trying to cover up your worries, and she knows you know how important MJ’s crowning as Enforcer live on Sunday will be for your hopes and dreams. If this were untrue, you would not have felt the need to make a remark about poor Randall at this time, in a fruitless attempt to get one over on ‘The TWiSTeD Heiress’.’
Travis – ‘Pfft, your various missteps with Boolzian demonstrate that ‘The Headliner’ has no need to ‘get one over’ on your worthless self. You bring failure to everything you touch, look at this card for instance, ‘The Blessed One’ imagine this travesty is your doing...’
MJ – ‘No, MJ cannot take credit for another’s work, although ‘The TWiSTeD Heiress’ couldn’t have created a better main event if she tried...’
Travis – ‘The main event is irrelevant, it’s the easiest match to book in this company, as long as ‘The Blessed One’ is in it, it will be a success, you’d do well to remember that as you embark on this undoubtedly calamitous time in your life. So meaningless is the main event, Travis Roberts need not look at it...’
MJ – ‘Trust MJ on this one, you really should...’
Travis – ‘Why? It’s fairly routine, Travis Roberts will have to hype his upcoming title match with a meaningless exhibition with Moss Edwards. Are you still carrying the ridiculous notion that this individual is the future of this company? You’re initial argument was based on the fact both ‘The Auteur’ and Randy Boolzian were the way forward for GIW, but at Toxic Intent ‘The Headliner’ blew that theory to pieces. Do you really think Moss Edwards could carry this company on his own? You can’t possibly think that a match between Moss and Randy could ever light up a stage as big as Horizons? The only match ‘The Auteur’ is capable of engaging in that could generate any kind of heat or interest will occur at Battleground, and that is against ‘The Most Influential Icon in Sports Entertainment this Millennia’.
Alas, not even ‘The Headliners’ presence will be enough to deem Moss Edwards capable of Main Eventing a Pay-Per-View. Why else do you think his shot was postponed last month? And don’t tell Travis Roberts that a meaningless match with the Lord of Pain is an adequate explanation. It’s clear the people that count the money did not want Toxic Intents buy-rate to be determined, even partially, by Moss Edwards involvement in the main event. Instead, they made the only logical decision, delay it until Battleground, the only pay-Per-View where the Unified Global Championship Match is not top of the bill...’
MJ – ‘Mary-Joanna seriously thinks you should take a closer look at the card.’
Travis – ‘Travis Roberts has forged a highly successful career over the past few years by painstakingly ensuring nothing he does could ever be confused with following your advice. What in all that is TWiSTeD makes you think that’s suddenly about to change?’
MJ – ‘Fine, continue to act like a child Travis, it is of no true concern to ‘The TWiSTeD Matriarch’ whether you listen to her today or not. Because from Sunday it will be more than MJ’s advice you’ll have to accept, it’ll be her orders.’
Travis – ‘Firstly, ‘The Headliner’ has heard no confirmation that you will be appointed Enforcer, so he’ll await any announcement on Sunday with baited breath. Moreover, even if the powers that be have a collective brain spasm and make such a retarded choice, Travis Roberts knows you well enough to be confident none of your ‘plans’ will be your own, they’ll be eD’s, or a rehash of something done elsewhere. Remember who you’re talking to here, ‘The Headliner’ knows all too well your inability to create...your skill is destruction MJ, it’s what you do best. Just take a look at poor Randy’s career if you need any proof.’
MJ – ‘Still fixating on Randal are we Travis? Anyone would think there was more to your feelings than suggested, you know what they say about hate, it’s the first sign of...’
Travis – ‘Fixated? Once more you display how truly inferior your intellect is. Why would Travis Roberts possibly mention Randy Boolzian? Could it be anything to do with facing him in more Pay-Per-Views than anyone else in the company? Or could it be because Travis can see how you destroyed what little promise that young man had this time last year in the space of a few short months?
Travis Roberts doesn’t hate Randy Boolzian, ‘The Blessed One’ is over the fact BoolZ stole his sink, there are no feelings of ill will on ‘The Headliners’ part. ‘The TWiSTeD Guerrilla’ simply emphasizes with the Red Bull Icon. Why? Well mainly because he can’t sympathise with him, not even your poisonous self was unable to derail the successes of ‘The Headliner’, unlike poor Randy’s career. Before your intervention the young man was not ready, but under your tutelage he has gone backwards, ‘The Blessed One’ can only imagine how soul shattering that would be.
It would probably be in the best interests of Randy Boolzian if he doesn’t come into contact with another Roberts for a long time...’
MJ – ‘Well unfortunately for Randal, from Sunday he’s going to have to cross paths with ‘The TWiSTeD Matriarch’, but luckily for him, MJ won’t be a Roberts for much longer, we should have a date soon Travis.’
Travis – ‘Better late than never ‘The Headliner’ has always said.’
MJ – ‘That’s why your lawyers have been dragging their feet is it?’
Travis – ‘’The Headliners’ lawyers have been...otherwise engaged.’
MJ – ‘Of course they have, purchasing half of the moon no doubt...’
Travis – ‘Don’t worry your crumbling brain about it MJ, all will become transparently clear in good time, and then you’ll be able to revel in the true genius of ‘The Blessed One’.’
MJ – ‘Will that be before or after your main event this week Travis, because MJ can guarantee you won’t be looking like a genius after that. But as much as Mary-Jo enjoys our little chat’s, she actually has things to prepare, a grand new reign starts on Sunday.’
[Mary-Jo turns mid sentence, highlighting she is not concerned with anything more her Husband has to say, and she begins to strut off down the hall, Travis just watches her walk off into the distance and remarks, to no-one in particular...]
Travis – ‘Yes...a grand reign indeed...’
[No sooner has he uttered the words than a bony finger jabs into the shoulder of the Unified Global Champion, he spins around and no-one appears to be there, until he looks down into the gaunt, wrinkled and disapproving face of the one and only Old Lady Levene]
Old Lady Levene – ‘Why were you talking to her?’
Travis – ‘Because it’s a free world and Travis Roberts can speak with whom he likes, without your permission...’
Old Lady Levene – ‘Don’t take that tone with me Travis, it’s unbecoming of a grown man. You know exactly why I’m asking!’
[Old Lady Levene’s eyes narrow and she fixes her stare on Travis, who after a few moments sighs and his shoulders sag]
Travis – ‘It was nothing important, we were just discussing the card...’
Old Lady Levene – ‘That is no surprise, what do you intend to do about it?’
Travis – ‘’The Headliner’ doesn’t follow.’
Old Lady Levene – ‘And you are deemed the ‘Highest Standard’ in this company. I’m obviously in no position currently to hold any influence, so how do you intend to fix this...I don’t know what to call it...travesty.’
Travis – ‘Obviously Travis Roberts was not privy to a huge section of this conversation, ‘The Headliner’ must apologise he has the tendency to black out whilst listening to the incomprehensibly dull....just ask Alex Kiseragi. Exactly what is it that you want ‘The Blessed One’ to fix?’
Old Lady Levene – ‘My grandson!’
Travis – ‘Do you have more than one? Because fixing Tate is far beyond even ‘The Blessed Ones’ abilities, though the you flatter Travis Roberts by suggesting he could...’
[Old Lady Levene’s eyes narrow even more, to the point that they almost seem closed, as she plants an icy hostile stare directly through ‘The Blessed Ones’ shades. Before very delibratley and slowly speaking to ensure Travis fully comprehends her message.]
Old Lady Levene – ‘Tate...My Grandson...Is your tag partner....in the main event....at Sentinel...on Sunday’
[Travis jaw drops a few inches and for a few moments he just stands with his mouth gaping open, before he suddenly shakes his ehad clear, pinches his nose, looks at Old Lady Levene who stands in front of him, expectantly. ‘The Headliner’ shakes his head and wordlessly walks past the elderly woman and walks back into his locker room, looks down at the sofa, removes his sunglasses and falls face first onto the sofa, and almost instantly falls asleep, as Old Lady Levene steps into the doorway, shakes her head and lets out a disapproving tut as the scene fades out.]
This calm silent atmosphere is shattered as the door to the locker room swings open and the huge frame of The Chubby Little Funster himself, Tate Levene comes staggering into the room. The door slams against the wall of the locker room, and the deep, crashing sound that accompanies it causes ‘The Blessed One’ to become startled and as he wakes up, he also finds himself falling the short distance to the floor. This unexpected way of awakening takes ‘The Headliner’ by surprise and he looks suitably shocked to find himself on the floor of his locker room, and he looks up at Tate Levene through his now squinting eyes.
Fatty McFat Fat has obviously been over exerting himself to reach the locker room of GIW’s Unified Global Champion, as when he enters the room he bends double, resting both hands on his knees and wheezing heavily as he hyperventilates. As Travis clambers to his feet, he raises his eyebrows at his exhausted agent and stares at him whilst wordlessly waiting for an explanation for this rude awakening. Tate notices this and holds one hand up, displaying a single digit, to communicate that he needs a few moments to recover from the strenuous effort he has shown in reaching the locker room. He then uses the same urge to lunge into his pocket and withdraw an inhaler, which he quickly shoves into his mouth and sucks deeply on. This helps him partially recover, and he manages to stand up straight before addressing his boss.]
Tate – ‘The...the....*gasps for air*...the card..is....up!’[/i]
[‘The Headliner’ is apparently still coming to terms with his wakened state, and merely stares at Tate Levene with a look that suggests he’s not quite sure whether his agent actually exists or is just the remnant of a particularly strange dream ‘The Blessed One’ had just experienced. After a few moments of staring blankly at Tate, ‘The TWiSTeD Guerrilla’ rubs his eyes and reaches over for his trademark Aviator Sunglasses and perches them upon his ears, covering his eyes from Triple McF, and displaying a lack of interest in what his agent has to say. Tate now almost fully recovered tries to gain ‘The Headliners’ attention once more]
Tate – ‘I’m not sure I can actually tell you how awesome this is...come with me...I’m gonna have to show you...’
[Travis once again merely raises his eyebrows at Tate, before bending his legs to sit down upon the sofa below. But Tate is not willing to allow this and lunges forward grabbing ‘The Blessed One’ around the wrist with his sweaty, chunky, hand. Without saying a word Travis looks down at Tate, and the Chubby Little Funster quickly lets go]
Tate – ‘OK...right...maybe that wasn’t the best way to convince you, but please come with me, you need to see this...besides Gran says you are always sleeping, so you better get up really...and you really, really need to see this....’
[Travis lets out an almighty sigh and resigns himself to losing the battle and he motions with his arms for his agent to lead the way. A huge smile breaks out across Tate’s face, and he turns briskly on the spot before slowly plodding off towards the locker room door, every few steps looking over his shoulder to ensure that The Unified Global Champion is following. The odd pairing make their way out of ‘The Blessed Ones’ locker room and into the corridors of the GIW Arena. After no more than five steps Tate turns to the wall, spreading his arms out to indicate that the notice board that hangs there contains the information he is so keen to impart to ‘The Headliner’. Travis briefly looks over at the notice board, without taking in any of the information, and looks back at the sweaty, red faced mess that is his agent, in a quizzical fashion, then back the short distance to his locker room, before turning back to Triple McF and speaking for the first time.]
Travis – ‘OK...why the hell were you out of breath?’
Tate – ‘Because I ran...all[/b] the way back to your locker room when I saw.’[/color]
[Travis reaches up with his right hand and pinches the bridge of his nose whilst shaking his head at this revelation that truly highlights his agents level of fitness before speaking once more]
Travis – ‘You wasted what little energy you have to tell ‘The Blessed One’ they had installed a notice board outside his locker room? ‘The Headliner’ will agree it is a little more convenient for ‘The Highest Standard in GIW’ but hardly merits disturbing Travis Roberts’ nap time...’
[It is now Tate’s turn to look bewildered and he shakes his head, before he replies]
Tate – ‘No that’s not it...you haven’t even looked at the card have you...look at your match...’
Travis – ‘Is there really much point, it’s not like there is anyone in this company that could pose ‘The Blessed One’ what might be deemed a challe...’
[As Travis turns and examines the board he stops speaking mid sentence, his jaw drops, and he stands silent staring at the card for the next edition of Sentinel]
Travis – ‘’The Headliner’ never saw that coming...’
Tate – ‘I know...I was shocked too, it’s probably why I was out of breath, it took me by surprise...but it’s awesome isn’t it, what better way to make my in ring debut than with the greatest athelete in this company...’
Travis – ‘This has to be some kind of mistake...’
Tate – ‘What?...Really? I hope not, I’ve been waiting to become an in-ring competitor for most of the year, it’d be horrible if they dangled it in front of me and then snatched it away...’
Travis – ‘It beggars comprehension...how in the name of all that is TWiSTeD did Vladimir Ulysys get a shot at Battleground!?...Were you saying something...’
Tate – ‘Forget about that...look at the main event...’
Travis – ‘Forget about it? How do you expect ‘The Headliner’ to do that, some guy no-one has ever heard of is getting a shot at entering one of this company’s most prestigious matches, once more all the hard work ‘The Blessed One’ has put into making this company credible is at risk. The next thing you know they’ll be giving Vanity ShowWood a shot...’
Tate – ‘Who?’
Travis – ‘Precisely! Every week ‘The Highest Standard in GIW’ goes beyond the call of duty to ensure Global Impact Wrestling remains in the forefront of the nations mind, ensuring they are not turned off by Alex Kiseragi’s inner struggle to find a personality, or Randy Boolzian’s frequent weekly failures in his hunt to become a worthwhile human being. Despite ‘The TWiSTeD Guerrilla’s’ best efforts though, it seems those with power are intent on bringing the company’s reputation to its knees, what the hell is next, are they going to be short sighted enough to put your cardiac arrest time bomb of a body into a matchup?’
Tate – ‘Actual...’
[Before Tate can even get the first word of his response out, a response which would have enlightened the Headliner to his own predicament this Sunday, he stops; knowing this will be futile, as ‘The Blessed Ones’ attention has once again turned from Tate Levene. In the distance we can hear a brisk tapping sound, augmented by a dull shuffle, both sounds getting louder with every passing second.
Travis’ face has become fixed into a solemn frown, as the creator’s of these noises come into view, it is none other than ‘The Headliners’ estranged wife Mary-Joanna and his former agent, the incomprehensibly strange looking eD cASe.]
MJ – ‘eDison dear, take that sweaty blob for a milkshake or several, ‘The TWiSTeD Heiress’ has some business to attend to with Travis...’
[eD looks up at his mistress and his eyes plead for him to be allowed to stay, but Mary-Joanna doesn’t spare him even the slightest glance as she bores her eyes into Travis’ shades. Not noting any movement she speaks again...]
MJ – ‘Now eDison, run along like a good boy.’
[eD sighs and cocks his head in the direction of the cafeteria to Tate, the Chubby Little Funster wasting no time in turning to take up the offer of a free milkshake, eD dragging his feet as he follows behind, glancing over his shoulder one more time at ‘The Blessed One’ who is clearly not paying any attention to his former best friend.]
MJ – ‘Mary-Joanna is surprised, genuinely, that you haven’t made an attempt to contact her over the past couple of weeks.’
Travis – ‘’The Blessed One’ has done his utmost not to contact you for the past few years, he’d have thought that wouldn’t have been so surprising to you by now, even with your diminished powers of observation...’
MJ – ‘Ah yes, things have changed though, haven’t they?’
Travis – ‘You suddenly no longer have the thirst for the blood of male humans?’
MJ – ‘Very amusing, no you know very well what has changed Travis, Mary-Joanna is on the brink of assuming so much power that she could make your life a living hell from this moment on. And MJ knows you Travis, you know to follow the power, so the very least ‘The TWiSTeD Matriarch’ expected was a message of good luck before she embarks on her new role as GIW Enforcer...’
Travis – ‘You think that is a position of power? Surely the Penguins reign highlighted the flaw in that argument. Seriously, the most he was ever able to achieve was to side with pretty much every loser over the past few months in an effort to displace ‘The Most Important icon in Sports Entertainment This Millennia’ from his position at the top of the pile. If anything GIW’s only other enforcer’s eventual fate should have taught anyone with half a brain that if you want to be successful in such a role, you need to keep ‘The Blessed One’ on side. So maybe than waiting around for ‘The Blessed One’ to wish you luck, maybe you should have thought about congratulating him on yet another victory over your ex lover?’
MJ – ‘Honestly Travis, why do you bother, MJ has seen you at your lowest most vulnerable point, she spent years living with your delusions of grandeur and trying to find space to breathe outside of your immense ego, ‘The TWiSTeD Matriarch’ knows you better than any other in this vast pool of arguable talent. Mary-Jo knows when you are trying to cover up your worries, and she knows you know how important MJ’s crowning as Enforcer live on Sunday will be for your hopes and dreams. If this were untrue, you would not have felt the need to make a remark about poor Randall at this time, in a fruitless attempt to get one over on ‘The TWiSTeD Heiress’.’
Travis – ‘Pfft, your various missteps with Boolzian demonstrate that ‘The Headliner’ has no need to ‘get one over’ on your worthless self. You bring failure to everything you touch, look at this card for instance, ‘The Blessed One’ imagine this travesty is your doing...’
MJ – ‘No, MJ cannot take credit for another’s work, although ‘The TWiSTeD Heiress’ couldn’t have created a better main event if she tried...’
Travis – ‘The main event is irrelevant, it’s the easiest match to book in this company, as long as ‘The Blessed One’ is in it, it will be a success, you’d do well to remember that as you embark on this undoubtedly calamitous time in your life. So meaningless is the main event, Travis Roberts need not look at it...’
MJ – ‘Trust MJ on this one, you really should...’
Travis – ‘Why? It’s fairly routine, Travis Roberts will have to hype his upcoming title match with a meaningless exhibition with Moss Edwards. Are you still carrying the ridiculous notion that this individual is the future of this company? You’re initial argument was based on the fact both ‘The Auteur’ and Randy Boolzian were the way forward for GIW, but at Toxic Intent ‘The Headliner’ blew that theory to pieces. Do you really think Moss Edwards could carry this company on his own? You can’t possibly think that a match between Moss and Randy could ever light up a stage as big as Horizons? The only match ‘The Auteur’ is capable of engaging in that could generate any kind of heat or interest will occur at Battleground, and that is against ‘The Most Influential Icon in Sports Entertainment this Millennia’.
Alas, not even ‘The Headliners’ presence will be enough to deem Moss Edwards capable of Main Eventing a Pay-Per-View. Why else do you think his shot was postponed last month? And don’t tell Travis Roberts that a meaningless match with the Lord of Pain is an adequate explanation. It’s clear the people that count the money did not want Toxic Intents buy-rate to be determined, even partially, by Moss Edwards involvement in the main event. Instead, they made the only logical decision, delay it until Battleground, the only pay-Per-View where the Unified Global Championship Match is not top of the bill...’
MJ – ‘Mary-Joanna seriously thinks you should take a closer look at the card.’
Travis – ‘Travis Roberts has forged a highly successful career over the past few years by painstakingly ensuring nothing he does could ever be confused with following your advice. What in all that is TWiSTeD makes you think that’s suddenly about to change?’
MJ – ‘Fine, continue to act like a child Travis, it is of no true concern to ‘The TWiSTeD Matriarch’ whether you listen to her today or not. Because from Sunday it will be more than MJ’s advice you’ll have to accept, it’ll be her orders.’
Travis – ‘Firstly, ‘The Headliner’ has heard no confirmation that you will be appointed Enforcer, so he’ll await any announcement on Sunday with baited breath. Moreover, even if the powers that be have a collective brain spasm and make such a retarded choice, Travis Roberts knows you well enough to be confident none of your ‘plans’ will be your own, they’ll be eD’s, or a rehash of something done elsewhere. Remember who you’re talking to here, ‘The Headliner’ knows all too well your inability to create...your skill is destruction MJ, it’s what you do best. Just take a look at poor Randy’s career if you need any proof.’
MJ – ‘Still fixating on Randal are we Travis? Anyone would think there was more to your feelings than suggested, you know what they say about hate, it’s the first sign of...’
Travis – ‘Fixated? Once more you display how truly inferior your intellect is. Why would Travis Roberts possibly mention Randy Boolzian? Could it be anything to do with facing him in more Pay-Per-Views than anyone else in the company? Or could it be because Travis can see how you destroyed what little promise that young man had this time last year in the space of a few short months?
Travis Roberts doesn’t hate Randy Boolzian, ‘The Blessed One’ is over the fact BoolZ stole his sink, there are no feelings of ill will on ‘The Headliners’ part. ‘The TWiSTeD Guerrilla’ simply emphasizes with the Red Bull Icon. Why? Well mainly because he can’t sympathise with him, not even your poisonous self was unable to derail the successes of ‘The Headliner’, unlike poor Randy’s career. Before your intervention the young man was not ready, but under your tutelage he has gone backwards, ‘The Blessed One’ can only imagine how soul shattering that would be.
It would probably be in the best interests of Randy Boolzian if he doesn’t come into contact with another Roberts for a long time...’
MJ – ‘Well unfortunately for Randal, from Sunday he’s going to have to cross paths with ‘The TWiSTeD Matriarch’, but luckily for him, MJ won’t be a Roberts for much longer, we should have a date soon Travis.’
Travis – ‘Better late than never ‘The Headliner’ has always said.’
MJ – ‘That’s why your lawyers have been dragging their feet is it?’
Travis – ‘’The Headliners’ lawyers have been...otherwise engaged.’
MJ – ‘Of course they have, purchasing half of the moon no doubt...’
Travis – ‘Don’t worry your crumbling brain about it MJ, all will become transparently clear in good time, and then you’ll be able to revel in the true genius of ‘The Blessed One’.’
MJ – ‘Will that be before or after your main event this week Travis, because MJ can guarantee you won’t be looking like a genius after that. But as much as Mary-Jo enjoys our little chat’s, she actually has things to prepare, a grand new reign starts on Sunday.’
[Mary-Jo turns mid sentence, highlighting she is not concerned with anything more her Husband has to say, and she begins to strut off down the hall, Travis just watches her walk off into the distance and remarks, to no-one in particular...]
Travis – ‘Yes...a grand reign indeed...’
[No sooner has he uttered the words than a bony finger jabs into the shoulder of the Unified Global Champion, he spins around and no-one appears to be there, until he looks down into the gaunt, wrinkled and disapproving face of the one and only Old Lady Levene]
Old Lady Levene – ‘Why were you talking to her?’
Travis – ‘Because it’s a free world and Travis Roberts can speak with whom he likes, without your permission...’
Old Lady Levene – ‘Don’t take that tone with me Travis, it’s unbecoming of a grown man. You know exactly why I’m asking!’
[Old Lady Levene’s eyes narrow and she fixes her stare on Travis, who after a few moments sighs and his shoulders sag]
Travis – ‘It was nothing important, we were just discussing the card...’
Old Lady Levene – ‘That is no surprise, what do you intend to do about it?’
Travis – ‘’The Headliner’ doesn’t follow.’
Old Lady Levene – ‘And you are deemed the ‘Highest Standard’ in this company. I’m obviously in no position currently to hold any influence, so how do you intend to fix this...I don’t know what to call it...travesty.’
Travis – ‘Obviously Travis Roberts was not privy to a huge section of this conversation, ‘The Headliner’ must apologise he has the tendency to black out whilst listening to the incomprehensibly dull....just ask Alex Kiseragi. Exactly what is it that you want ‘The Blessed One’ to fix?’
Old Lady Levene – ‘My grandson!’
Travis – ‘Do you have more than one? Because fixing Tate is far beyond even ‘The Blessed Ones’ abilities, though the you flatter Travis Roberts by suggesting he could...’
[Old Lady Levene’s eyes narrow even more, to the point that they almost seem closed, as she plants an icy hostile stare directly through ‘The Blessed Ones’ shades. Before very delibratley and slowly speaking to ensure Travis fully comprehends her message.]
Old Lady Levene – ‘Tate...My Grandson...Is your tag partner....in the main event....at Sentinel...on Sunday’
[Travis jaw drops a few inches and for a few moments he just stands with his mouth gaping open, before he suddenly shakes his ehad clear, pinches his nose, looks at Old Lady Levene who stands in front of him, expectantly. ‘The Headliner’ shakes his head and wordlessly walks past the elderly woman and walks back into his locker room, looks down at the sofa, removes his sunglasses and falls face first onto the sofa, and almost instantly falls asleep, as Old Lady Levene steps into the doorway, shakes her head and lets out a disapproving tut as the scene fades out.]
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