Post by T-Robosaurus Rex on Oct 15, 2009 20:00:15 GMT -5
[Lights, glaring brightly upon a sofa sitting opposite a desk and chair, a warm up comedian finishes his routine, a light flashes on and the studio audience instantly begin to whoop and holler like caged animals, as a bright neon sign illuminates on the stage behind the seating apparatus]
[From underneath the sign our apparent host comes bounding out from backstage, dressed in some hideous purple suit and grinning like a buffoon. He turns to the House Band he’s probably only just heard over the incessant screaming of his own ego and gives them a round of applause. Before turning to his audience.]
Vines- ‘Good evening to you! Not just any evening, but THIS Evening!’
[The crowd are prompted by flashing lights to once again ‘applaud’ which they do, enthusiastically.]
Vines - ‘Thank you all for joining us for our first ever show, and what a show we have for you, and I’m not going to bore you with some pre scripted monologue with witty references to the weeks news...’
[You can sense half the audience let out a sign of relief...or was that just me?]
Vines – ‘No Instead we’re going to get our first guests straight on...’
[Dexter leaps like a toddler back towards the curtained entrance to greet his first guests, god help them]
Vines – ‘My first guest is one of the most successful Icons in Sports Entertainment this fine country has ever seen, he is the most fitting way to kick of my first ever show, and I bet even he’d look good in Lycra...’
[On cue the audience let out an unconvincing laugh]
Vines – ‘And he’s been gracious enough to bring along the man he will carry to victory in the GIW PPV Distant Whispers this Sunday, please welcome the longest reigning champion in GIW History, Travis Roberts!!!! And his Tag Team Partner, Donut Hamstring.’
[Travis and Donovan walk out onto the set. Donovan raises his arms to the crowd as Travis walks over and shakes Dexter's hand. Travis takes a seat on the couch closet to Dexter's seat. Donovan walks over and Dexter extends his hand, but Donovan just grabs his finger and yanks on it]
Vines – ‘Ow!’
[Donovan smiles and waves to someone in the front row before sitting on the couch on the other side of Travis from Dexter, who returns to his seat, rubbing his finger]
Vines – ‘That hurt a little bit, that's okay.’
Hastings – ‘They call me the Lord of Pain for a reason, you know.’
Vines – ‘Let’s get the formalities aside, It’s an honour to have someone of your calibre on the show, ‘Blessed One’, you are scheduled to defeat Donut Hamstrings, for the second time, for your Unified Global Championship at Horizons, but this Sunday he is being thrust upon you as your partner. Will the concern that he will, well, cramp your style, cause your differences to cost you?’
[Travis smiles and leans back in the seat, smirking and lets out a chuckle.]
Travis – ‘Whilst Donut and ‘The Headliner’ differ on many levels, it has become apparent recently that we can at least agree on how one should go about things in civilised society. Lord Hamstrings has come to terms with his inevitable defeat at Horizons, but he still wants to look good losing. He knows, ‘The Headliner’ will make him look like a star for the few minutes he is able to stand. Whilst we may have our differences, Travis Roberts and Donut Hamstrings both agree that we can’t let a Suit and a Mask get in the way of a legendary event.’
Vines – ‘Any Match you’re in is an instant classic Travis. Now Donut..’
Hastings - 'Lord Donut'
Vines - 'Pardon?'
Hastings - 'I'll be giving the pardons, thank you.'
Dexter looks around off-camera with a confused look on his face, and flips through his notecards.
Vines - 'Erm...'
Hastings - 'C'mon, peasant,I don’t want to keep Travis waiting answering insignificant questions about myself.'
Vines - 'Right...be honest this weekend’s match all boils down to you acting like an utter Mongoloid and inciting a bipolar screw job who wears a mask at Battleground?’
Hastings - 'Battleground had its moments, obviously it was flawed from the start having ‘The Blessed One’ not involved in the main event, but despite such handicaps The Immortal Lord Donut’s victory will sit comfortably in the annuls of time behind the grand successes of ‘The Blessed One’.
Vines - 'Travis, if Donut won’t admit your recent troubles with Resident Evil are down to the fact Hamstrings is closer to amoeba’s on the evolutionary scale than to yourself, will you?’
Donovan – ‘I preferred Silent Hill’
[Travis and Dexter exchange a look over Donovan’s shoulder, who looks none the wiser to their confusion. Travis tries to recover and begins answering the question]
Travis – ‘’The Blessed One’ understands that at face value, especially now, that could seem to be the case, but upon closer inspection, a superior mind such as ‘The Headliners’ can deduce otherwise. The true problems with Raenius stem from his realisation that he has been here for over a year, and he has achieved little in comparison to the likes of ‘The Headliner’, or even Donut Hamstrings. He even went to the trouble of buying a mask!’
Vines – ‘Now guys let’s be frank here, there are a bunch of lunatics running around in this place, it really makes me wonder how you keep this Wrestling company a success, even with the deranged and confused souls on the roster. How do you do it, didn’t the dude with the forehead claim to be a Vampire, what’s your secret?’
Hastings - 'Didn't you say your name was Dexter?'
Vines - 'What?'
Hastings - 'Oy, you said your name was Dexter.'
Vines - 'It is...'
Hastings - 'No, you just said it was Frank.'
Vines - 'No, no I didn't.'
Hastings - 'You did! You did! How are we as rational human beings to be expected to have a reasonable conversation with a nimrod who can't even be straight with us about his own bloody name? Can you believe this, Travis?'
Travis – ‘Dexter, it’s true, as you can see...’
[Motions to Hastings]
Travis – ‘The mentally unstable are compelled and drawn to Global Impact Wrestling, ‘The Headliner’ puts part of that down to the LA Location. The company tried all sorts of things to keep them out, fences, electric cattle prods, but eventually they just seemed to throw the doors open. In truth Dexter, the company was fighting a losing battle to keep the growing numbers of intellectually challenged out, and as Lord Hamstrings goes to proves, sometimes you’ll find pennies in the dirt.’
Donovan - 'If cattle prods are legal in our match, I may just have a chance of not embarrassing myself at the hands of that Zombie, in front of such a ZAP guy like Travis Roberts. ZAP is defined by Travis Roberts, he’s just too ZAP. Good Stuff. Frank, can you summon someone to parch ‘The Blessed Ones’ munchies. You know what he loses when he’s hungry? His ZAP!’
[Travis stares at Donovan in a mixture on confusion and shock, removes his glasses and raises his eyebrows in the direction of the rolling video camera’s]
Travis – ‘What in the name of TWiSTeD, was that dude?’
Hastings – ‘It’s what the cool kids are doing.’
[Dexter laughs dramatically and waves his hands to gain his guests attention, the signs of a man rapidly losing control.]
Dexter – ‘Guy’s, Guy’s...Let’s get back on topic shall we. What I wanted to know from you...’
[Dexter leans forward, and motions Travis and Donovan closer to him, as if that will elude the mic’s and camera’s and offer them privacy]
Dexter – ‘Between the three of us, it’s all an act, right? I mean you don’t really think your blessed do you Travis? And surely you don’t think that you’re a Lord?’
[Travis Jaw drops open, and he is for a change rendered speechless, allowing Lord Donovan hastings the chance to speak.]
Hastings - 'You're absolutely right. I don't think I'm a Lord. Travis doesn't think he is blessed. We know. I have left my enemies fallen at my feet. Travis has headlined events around the world. To say we think is to imply doubt, where there is none.
[‘The Blessed One’ turns his head slowly towards Hastings, his mouth closing but his eyes widening, as he listens to what Hastings has to say. And then also replies]
Travis – ‘The Blessed One’ couldn’t have put it better himself...’
[Travis goes to lean back, but then can’t help but add more to the sentence.]
Travis – ‘Obviously Travis Roberts could have put it better, but the sentiment would remain the same.’
[Travis sit’s back and both GIW superstars give Dexter Vines a long cold stare, they no longer look to pleased about appearing on his first ever show. Ever the fool, Dexter enters the foray once more, attempting to lighten the tone. He laughs, looks at Travis and motions towards him as he speaks, as if joking about with a buddy.]
Dexter – ‘Hahaha, So what’s with ‘Donut’?’
[He even does the little speech mark symbols with his fingers either side of his head]
Dexter – ‘Is that, like, a pet name for the Lord?’
[Travis looks around in confusion...]
Travis – ‘How in the name of TWiSTeD do you expect me to know that? Does ‘The Headliner’ look like his mother?’
Hastings - 'I hate cats. I'm not a big fan of dogs either. When I was a kid we had a goldfish.'
[Travis turns and looks at the Lord in confusion, Hastings merely shrugs his shoulders and replies:]
Hastings - 'It died. Bitches don't like salt. Who knew?'
Dexter - 'Speaking of which, how is Your Insignificant Sidekick?'
Hastings - 'He's a Niglet, I’m a bitch. You'd do well to remember that. Owen is recovering, not that it’s important he's not going to be at Distant Whispers, by Grabthar's hammer...by the Sons of Warvan...why....are....we...talking about him?!'
Dexter - 'Well, we all wish him a speedy recovery. Lord Hamstrings, for some reason I’m contractually obliged to ask you something that doesn’t regard Travis Roberts, god knows why but there it is. Owen and Calypso. Any Problems?
Hastings - 'Dammit, Frank, I'm a Donut, not a bloody Cappuccino. As for my gimp and my Mistress, they just like playing rough. The Referee doesn’t want me to remember my many defeats, not to mention those at the hands of ‘The Headliner’. Calypso on the other hand is just in need of a real man, like Travis Roberts, she’ll soon see he’s unattainable. What matters is that we unify behind ‘The Headliner’ before his inevitable victory. Something we’ll get to in just over a months time.'
Dexter – ‘Now Travis, I’m slightly retarded and think that you of all people might be distracted by a live studio audience and lots of lights. So maybe you’ll change your recent, intelligent habits, and divulge some personal information regarding that slut of a wife and your chubby agent. It’d do wonders for my ratings!’
Travis – ‘’The TWiSTeD Guerrilla’ would think it was staggeringly obvious why he is so unwilling to speak about these things, even to a man who makes being interviewed by an angry Orang-utan seem like something to aspire to. Unlike Randy Boolzian, Travis Roberts prides himself on his good judgement, but there has been one, monumentally, bad decision in ‘The Blessed Ones’ life, and that was Mary-Joanna Roberts. ‘The Most Influential Icon in Sports Entertainment this Millennia’ can appreciate why so many would be worried for him, but fear not ‘The Headliner’ is not concerned by any alliance between MJ and Tate, unless it was one in the bedroom...those kids would make Dirge look like an oil painting...’
[Donovan stops playing with the threads on his cloak when Travis finally stops speaking, and inserts his own thoughts.]
Hastings - 'When I was a kid we did a science experiment with oil once. We tested the effect of gasoline, on fire.
Dexter – ‘HaHaHaHaHa...you guys are just too much. It just goes to show why Global Impact Wrestling is going places...you two crack me up...’
[Travis just stands up abruptly, and towers over Dexter]
Travis – ‘Listen to Travis Roberts, ‘The Headliner’ has had enough of this...this...joke of a show. Did you really think you could pull this off? A Champion of ‘The Blessed Ones’ calibre, and one of GIW’s top stars in Donovan Hastings, on a show like this. You rode your luck for long enough, but laughing in the face of what we do, week in, week out? Who in the name of TWiSTeD do you think you are?
‘The TWiSTeD High Commander’ is sick and tired of listening to glorified ‘experts’ and other athletes implying that the thing that Travis Roberts excels at is less of a sport, just because we aim to entertain at the same time? Don’t get us confused with the guys at Titan Towers Dex, ‘The Blessed One’ isn’t just going to walk off set, stop smoking the pre-rolled’s, drop the third person, and settle down with his off screen wife, this is Travis Roberts. And that...’
[Travis motions to Donovan who has risen to his side.]
Travis – ‘Despite the eccentricity, and questionable accomplices, is Donovan Hastings. When ‘The Lord’ steps out of the ring and goes to get stitched up, he doesn’t suddenly become aware of what’s going on around him.’
[Donovan shakes his head to signify that indeed, he does not]
Travis – ‘ Hell even Raenius and Dirge, as utterly unfathomable as it may be, Raenius really is a bipolar lunatic with horrific tendencies, and Dirge honest to TWiSTeD is a megalomaniacal bastard. On Sunday night you will see four real men, not four cartoon characters step inside a four sided ring, and fight, with style, grace, and strategy, for your pleasure. If that’s not reality, ‘The Headliner’ doesn’t want any part of it...’
Donovan - 'But let me remind you what is reality. Reality is that in just a few days at Distant Whispers, Raenius and Dirge are going to find themselves in the ring with Blessed Immortality. It's not just reality, it's destiny. There's no more sneak attacks, no more manipulations, no distractions. It's not about Glenn Burke versus Owen Peterson. It's not about the masks that some of us hide behind. For a few brief moments, it's not even about the Global Championship. It's about me and Travis reminding the rest of you once again why there is nothing for you to do but to fall in line and bow before us. It is simply...’
[Both Travis and Donovan instinctively turn together towards the same camera, Donovan looks directly down the lens as Travis looks over the rim of his glasses ]
Blessed Immortality – ‘Inevitable’
[Both men look at each other, slightly surprised, and then without a further word storm off the set, just before they go through the curtains, the microphones catch Travis speaking to Donovan.]
Travis – ‘Man that show was not Zap, y’know?’
[Donovan gives Travis a strange look as Blessed Immortality disappear off screen, leaving a dazed Dexter Vines to look over at his floor manager, neither man has any idea what to do, so they once again flick on the ‘Applaud’ light, and the scene fades out to the sound of rabid applause, and the sight of Dexter Vines not knowing whether to laugh or cry]
THIS EVENING
with Dexter Vines
[/b][/size][/center][/color]with Dexter Vines
[From underneath the sign our apparent host comes bounding out from backstage, dressed in some hideous purple suit and grinning like a buffoon. He turns to the House Band he’s probably only just heard over the incessant screaming of his own ego and gives them a round of applause. Before turning to his audience.]
Vines- ‘Good evening to you! Not just any evening, but THIS Evening!’
[The crowd are prompted by flashing lights to once again ‘applaud’ which they do, enthusiastically.]
Vines - ‘Thank you all for joining us for our first ever show, and what a show we have for you, and I’m not going to bore you with some pre scripted monologue with witty references to the weeks news...’
[You can sense half the audience let out a sign of relief...or was that just me?]
Vines – ‘No Instead we’re going to get our first guests straight on...’
[Dexter leaps like a toddler back towards the curtained entrance to greet his first guests, god help them]
Vines – ‘My first guest is one of the most successful Icons in Sports Entertainment this fine country has ever seen, he is the most fitting way to kick of my first ever show, and I bet even he’d look good in Lycra...’
[On cue the audience let out an unconvincing laugh]
Vines – ‘And he’s been gracious enough to bring along the man he will carry to victory in the GIW PPV Distant Whispers this Sunday, please welcome the longest reigning champion in GIW History, Travis Roberts!!!! And his Tag Team Partner, Donut Hamstring.’
[Travis and Donovan walk out onto the set. Donovan raises his arms to the crowd as Travis walks over and shakes Dexter's hand. Travis takes a seat on the couch closet to Dexter's seat. Donovan walks over and Dexter extends his hand, but Donovan just grabs his finger and yanks on it]
Vines – ‘Ow!’
[Donovan smiles and waves to someone in the front row before sitting on the couch on the other side of Travis from Dexter, who returns to his seat, rubbing his finger]
Vines – ‘That hurt a little bit, that's okay.’
Hastings – ‘They call me the Lord of Pain for a reason, you know.’
Vines – ‘Let’s get the formalities aside, It’s an honour to have someone of your calibre on the show, ‘Blessed One’, you are scheduled to defeat Donut Hamstrings, for the second time, for your Unified Global Championship at Horizons, but this Sunday he is being thrust upon you as your partner. Will the concern that he will, well, cramp your style, cause your differences to cost you?’
[Travis smiles and leans back in the seat, smirking and lets out a chuckle.]
Travis – ‘Whilst Donut and ‘The Headliner’ differ on many levels, it has become apparent recently that we can at least agree on how one should go about things in civilised society. Lord Hamstrings has come to terms with his inevitable defeat at Horizons, but he still wants to look good losing. He knows, ‘The Headliner’ will make him look like a star for the few minutes he is able to stand. Whilst we may have our differences, Travis Roberts and Donut Hamstrings both agree that we can’t let a Suit and a Mask get in the way of a legendary event.’
Vines – ‘Any Match you’re in is an instant classic Travis. Now Donut..’
Hastings - 'Lord Donut'
Vines - 'Pardon?'
Hastings - 'I'll be giving the pardons, thank you.'
Dexter looks around off-camera with a confused look on his face, and flips through his notecards.
Vines - 'Erm...'
Hastings - 'C'mon, peasant,I don’t want to keep Travis waiting answering insignificant questions about myself.'
Vines - 'Right...be honest this weekend’s match all boils down to you acting like an utter Mongoloid and inciting a bipolar screw job who wears a mask at Battleground?’
Hastings - 'Battleground had its moments, obviously it was flawed from the start having ‘The Blessed One’ not involved in the main event, but despite such handicaps The Immortal Lord Donut’s victory will sit comfortably in the annuls of time behind the grand successes of ‘The Blessed One’.
Vines - 'Travis, if Donut won’t admit your recent troubles with Resident Evil are down to the fact Hamstrings is closer to amoeba’s on the evolutionary scale than to yourself, will you?’
Donovan – ‘I preferred Silent Hill’
[Travis and Dexter exchange a look over Donovan’s shoulder, who looks none the wiser to their confusion. Travis tries to recover and begins answering the question]
Travis – ‘’The Blessed One’ understands that at face value, especially now, that could seem to be the case, but upon closer inspection, a superior mind such as ‘The Headliners’ can deduce otherwise. The true problems with Raenius stem from his realisation that he has been here for over a year, and he has achieved little in comparison to the likes of ‘The Headliner’, or even Donut Hamstrings. He even went to the trouble of buying a mask!’
Vines – ‘Now guys let’s be frank here, there are a bunch of lunatics running around in this place, it really makes me wonder how you keep this Wrestling company a success, even with the deranged and confused souls on the roster. How do you do it, didn’t the dude with the forehead claim to be a Vampire, what’s your secret?’
Hastings - 'Didn't you say your name was Dexter?'
Vines - 'What?'
Hastings - 'Oy, you said your name was Dexter.'
Vines - 'It is...'
Hastings - 'No, you just said it was Frank.'
Vines - 'No, no I didn't.'
Hastings - 'You did! You did! How are we as rational human beings to be expected to have a reasonable conversation with a nimrod who can't even be straight with us about his own bloody name? Can you believe this, Travis?'
Travis – ‘Dexter, it’s true, as you can see...’
[Motions to Hastings]
Travis – ‘The mentally unstable are compelled and drawn to Global Impact Wrestling, ‘The Headliner’ puts part of that down to the LA Location. The company tried all sorts of things to keep them out, fences, electric cattle prods, but eventually they just seemed to throw the doors open. In truth Dexter, the company was fighting a losing battle to keep the growing numbers of intellectually challenged out, and as Lord Hamstrings goes to proves, sometimes you’ll find pennies in the dirt.’
Donovan - 'If cattle prods are legal in our match, I may just have a chance of not embarrassing myself at the hands of that Zombie, in front of such a ZAP guy like Travis Roberts. ZAP is defined by Travis Roberts, he’s just too ZAP. Good Stuff. Frank, can you summon someone to parch ‘The Blessed Ones’ munchies. You know what he loses when he’s hungry? His ZAP!’
[Travis stares at Donovan in a mixture on confusion and shock, removes his glasses and raises his eyebrows in the direction of the rolling video camera’s]
Travis – ‘What in the name of TWiSTeD, was that dude?’
Hastings – ‘It’s what the cool kids are doing.’
[Dexter laughs dramatically and waves his hands to gain his guests attention, the signs of a man rapidly losing control.]
Dexter – ‘Guy’s, Guy’s...Let’s get back on topic shall we. What I wanted to know from you...’
[Dexter leans forward, and motions Travis and Donovan closer to him, as if that will elude the mic’s and camera’s and offer them privacy]
Dexter – ‘Between the three of us, it’s all an act, right? I mean you don’t really think your blessed do you Travis? And surely you don’t think that you’re a Lord?’
[Travis Jaw drops open, and he is for a change rendered speechless, allowing Lord Donovan hastings the chance to speak.]
Hastings - 'You're absolutely right. I don't think I'm a Lord. Travis doesn't think he is blessed. We know. I have left my enemies fallen at my feet. Travis has headlined events around the world. To say we think is to imply doubt, where there is none.
[‘The Blessed One’ turns his head slowly towards Hastings, his mouth closing but his eyes widening, as he listens to what Hastings has to say. And then also replies]
Travis – ‘The Blessed One’ couldn’t have put it better himself...’
[Travis goes to lean back, but then can’t help but add more to the sentence.]
Travis – ‘Obviously Travis Roberts could have put it better, but the sentiment would remain the same.’
[Travis sit’s back and both GIW superstars give Dexter Vines a long cold stare, they no longer look to pleased about appearing on his first ever show. Ever the fool, Dexter enters the foray once more, attempting to lighten the tone. He laughs, looks at Travis and motions towards him as he speaks, as if joking about with a buddy.]
Dexter – ‘Hahaha, So what’s with ‘Donut’?’
[He even does the little speech mark symbols with his fingers either side of his head]
Dexter – ‘Is that, like, a pet name for the Lord?’
[Travis looks around in confusion...]
Travis – ‘How in the name of TWiSTeD do you expect me to know that? Does ‘The Headliner’ look like his mother?’
Hastings - 'I hate cats. I'm not a big fan of dogs either. When I was a kid we had a goldfish.'
[Travis turns and looks at the Lord in confusion, Hastings merely shrugs his shoulders and replies:]
Hastings - 'It died. Bitches don't like salt. Who knew?'
Dexter - 'Speaking of which, how is Your Insignificant Sidekick?'
Hastings - 'He's a Niglet, I’m a bitch. You'd do well to remember that. Owen is recovering, not that it’s important he's not going to be at Distant Whispers, by Grabthar's hammer...by the Sons of Warvan...why....are....we...talking about him?!'
Dexter - 'Well, we all wish him a speedy recovery. Lord Hamstrings, for some reason I’m contractually obliged to ask you something that doesn’t regard Travis Roberts, god knows why but there it is. Owen and Calypso. Any Problems?
Hastings - 'Dammit, Frank, I'm a Donut, not a bloody Cappuccino. As for my gimp and my Mistress, they just like playing rough. The Referee doesn’t want me to remember my many defeats, not to mention those at the hands of ‘The Headliner’. Calypso on the other hand is just in need of a real man, like Travis Roberts, she’ll soon see he’s unattainable. What matters is that we unify behind ‘The Headliner’ before his inevitable victory. Something we’ll get to in just over a months time.'
Dexter – ‘Now Travis, I’m slightly retarded and think that you of all people might be distracted by a live studio audience and lots of lights. So maybe you’ll change your recent, intelligent habits, and divulge some personal information regarding that slut of a wife and your chubby agent. It’d do wonders for my ratings!’
Travis – ‘’The TWiSTeD Guerrilla’ would think it was staggeringly obvious why he is so unwilling to speak about these things, even to a man who makes being interviewed by an angry Orang-utan seem like something to aspire to. Unlike Randy Boolzian, Travis Roberts prides himself on his good judgement, but there has been one, monumentally, bad decision in ‘The Blessed Ones’ life, and that was Mary-Joanna Roberts. ‘The Most Influential Icon in Sports Entertainment this Millennia’ can appreciate why so many would be worried for him, but fear not ‘The Headliner’ is not concerned by any alliance between MJ and Tate, unless it was one in the bedroom...those kids would make Dirge look like an oil painting...’
[Donovan stops playing with the threads on his cloak when Travis finally stops speaking, and inserts his own thoughts.]
Hastings - 'When I was a kid we did a science experiment with oil once. We tested the effect of gasoline, on fire.
Dexter – ‘HaHaHaHaHa...you guys are just too much. It just goes to show why Global Impact Wrestling is going places...you two crack me up...’
[Travis just stands up abruptly, and towers over Dexter]
Travis – ‘Listen to Travis Roberts, ‘The Headliner’ has had enough of this...this...joke of a show. Did you really think you could pull this off? A Champion of ‘The Blessed Ones’ calibre, and one of GIW’s top stars in Donovan Hastings, on a show like this. You rode your luck for long enough, but laughing in the face of what we do, week in, week out? Who in the name of TWiSTeD do you think you are?
‘The TWiSTeD High Commander’ is sick and tired of listening to glorified ‘experts’ and other athletes implying that the thing that Travis Roberts excels at is less of a sport, just because we aim to entertain at the same time? Don’t get us confused with the guys at Titan Towers Dex, ‘The Blessed One’ isn’t just going to walk off set, stop smoking the pre-rolled’s, drop the third person, and settle down with his off screen wife, this is Travis Roberts. And that...’
[Travis motions to Donovan who has risen to his side.]
Travis – ‘Despite the eccentricity, and questionable accomplices, is Donovan Hastings. When ‘The Lord’ steps out of the ring and goes to get stitched up, he doesn’t suddenly become aware of what’s going on around him.’
[Donovan shakes his head to signify that indeed, he does not]
Travis – ‘ Hell even Raenius and Dirge, as utterly unfathomable as it may be, Raenius really is a bipolar lunatic with horrific tendencies, and Dirge honest to TWiSTeD is a megalomaniacal bastard. On Sunday night you will see four real men, not four cartoon characters step inside a four sided ring, and fight, with style, grace, and strategy, for your pleasure. If that’s not reality, ‘The Headliner’ doesn’t want any part of it...’
Donovan - 'But let me remind you what is reality. Reality is that in just a few days at Distant Whispers, Raenius and Dirge are going to find themselves in the ring with Blessed Immortality. It's not just reality, it's destiny. There's no more sneak attacks, no more manipulations, no distractions. It's not about Glenn Burke versus Owen Peterson. It's not about the masks that some of us hide behind. For a few brief moments, it's not even about the Global Championship. It's about me and Travis reminding the rest of you once again why there is nothing for you to do but to fall in line and bow before us. It is simply...’
[Both Travis and Donovan instinctively turn together towards the same camera, Donovan looks directly down the lens as Travis looks over the rim of his glasses ]
Blessed Immortality – ‘Inevitable’
[Both men look at each other, slightly surprised, and then without a further word storm off the set, just before they go through the curtains, the microphones catch Travis speaking to Donovan.]
Travis – ‘Man that show was not Zap, y’know?’
[Donovan gives Travis a strange look as Blessed Immortality disappear off screen, leaving a dazed Dexter Vines to look over at his floor manager, neither man has any idea what to do, so they once again flick on the ‘Applaud’ light, and the scene fades out to the sound of rabid applause, and the sight of Dexter Vines not knowing whether to laugh or cry]
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