Post by T-Robosaurus Rex on Oct 29, 2016 18:45:49 GMT -5
This is Applebee's, Neighborhood Bar and Grill, even if you've never stepped foot in one you know this type of establishment. It's not classy, but it's also not too trashy. It's the perfect place to take your ill-disciplined children, or have a going away party for that work colleague you have little interest in. Food is reasonably priced, and, fittingly, reasonably edible. All in all it's a fairly innocuous place to visit.
Not tonight.
And that's not because Killian King and Alan Wallace, also known as Sex and Violence or Hugs and Fisticuffs, are in attendance. Their presence instantly increases this franchises appeal, and if publicized would see people flock there in droves. Unfortunately the owner is in no position to capitalize on the fact they are currently stood at the bar entertaining a number of women, and men, with their wit and charm. In fact he is actually amazed that they are able to keep the attention of so many, this isn't because he can't recognize their magnetic charisma, but because it simply should not be the case with what is going on around them.
This Applebee's has turned into a war zone, patrons are on their feet throwing insults and wild punches at one another, strangers are threatening one another without care for repercussions, and the furniture is being manhandled in a manner which makes the owner want to run away and bury his head into a pillow.
But he can't.
Because he's tied to a supporting pillar.
Luckily for us UGWC's hiring policy in regards to it's cameramen comes into it's own in this kind of scenario. Many wrestling companies will hire operators who have recorded fast paced sports and action films, but UGWC considers only a small pool of individuals. You must have either worked in heavy combat situations, or an asylum. Due to this hiring policy this kind of atmosphere is a walk in the park for the rugged, and disturbed, individuals that bring you so much entertainment each week.
Despite this the two former UGWC World Heavyweight Champions stand untouched by the unfolding mayhem and those surrounding them are too transfixed on the infectious duo to notice the peril that lies just inches from them. But this remarkable sight is not what this intrepid cameraman has come to film, as evidenced by the fact our view starts to pan from left to right and back again around the anarchic scene, as one man drives another into the side of the bar out from behind steps the focus of our attention for the time being.
'The Blessed One' Travis Roberts, with UGWC World Heavyweight Championship resting on his shoulder, steps over a server who is crawling on the floor looking for shelter and approaches the camera, fists flying behind him but he barely bats an eye as he addresses the lens.
Travis: Take a good look around, Ichabod...this…
Travis dramatically spreads his arms and spins around slowly on the spot, as he does a chair flies past under his left arm, less than an inch from his torso...
Travis: ...is chaos.
Travis chuckles.
Travis: I know, I know, it's a clichéd scene isn't it? Talking about 'chaos' in the middle of a major public disturbance, but it's not like 'The Headliner' planned for this to happen when he requested for a camera to be here, and he certainly did not state your modus operandi. But it is apt, is it not, that days before Battleground Travis Roberts finds himself in the midst of such brutality? After all Battleground is the most savage and unforgiving challenge that UGWC has to offer in terms of matches. But alas I'm not here to talk about the Battleground match...
Travis smiles as he leans into the camera as a bottle flies over his back.
Travis: Not this year, at least.
Travis winks as he stands back up straight as a plate flies past in the precise spot his head was just a second ago.
Travis: No, for the first time in UGWC's history 'The Blessed One' walks into Battleground with something to lose, rather than everything to gain. When looking back over my career this event will undoubtedly be highlighted given my three victories in the Battleground match to date, so it seems appropriate that it will also mark Travis Roberts' first appearance since breaking the record for longest individual UGWC World Heavyweight Championship reign.
The camera follows him as he turns and walks across the room, two men crashing to the floor, rolling around and pounding one another in the face in the very spot he had just been standing, before he stops in front of a window and looks out across the LA skyline.
Travis: Fittingly it will also take place here in Los Angeles, the place 'The Most Influential Icon in Sports Entertainment this Millennia' has resided for the past decade, the home of Global Impact Wrestling, one of UGWC's founding companies, and the very place I made myself into a household name. Not only that, The Staples Center was also the site of the legendary Vigilante match between myself and Donovan Hastings at the 2014 edition of Horizons.
Travis stays silent for a moment as he continues to gaze out across the city before he turns away from it.
Travis: There is a lot of history, personal and professional, in this place.
He steps away from the window, the crowd of brawling patrons parting like the Red Sea for Moses as he walks through, just as a fire extinguisher is hurled into the window causing it to shatter violently.
Travis: And it is now the place that Ichabod, and The Engine of Chaos, will look to make their own history, at the expense of Alex Stein, Eden Morgan, 'The Cyclone' JK, Mil Vidas Junior and of course myself. This is the moment they plan to end Travis Roberts' record breaking reign as UGWC World Heavyweight Champion and start to write their own legacy that will be spoken about for years to come.
Travis stops at the bar and motions for the cowering bartender for a drink. Despite the unfolding madness the young man scurries to a fridge and grabs a bottle for 'The Headliner', opens it, and then places it in the UGWC World Heavyweight Champions hand, before immediately stuffing himself back underneath a sink.
Travis: Of course having broken a record that has stood for much of this companies existence you might well assume that Travis Roberts has little more to achieve, it will be a very long time until someone bests his accomplishment, so this may well be the opportune time to strike. Of course someone will eventually end this ground breaking run, because unlike the previous holder of the accolade I'm not just going to vacate the title without a fight. But that time will not be now, and it certainly won't be to you, or any of your associates, Ichabod.
Travis takes a swig from the bottle and pulls a disgusted face and looks down to see he has been handed a Bud Light rather than a Chadweiser, he spits the mouthful of offensive swill back into the bottle, stepping away from the bar and shaking his head.
Travis: It's chaos in here.
As he moves away from the bar his place is taken by a grey haired woman, who looks as if she is in her sixties, who pounds the head of someone dressed as a clown into the bar top repeatedly until he slumps into an unconscious heap. She sees Travis' discarded bottle and decides to put an exclamation point on her beat down by smashing it over the head of her victim.
Travis: A victory this Halloween will not just mean this historic run is extended yet further, it will also mean 'The TWiSTeD High Commander' will Main Event the tenth anniversary of Horizons. There are few people who this would mean as much to as me, and even fewer that would be more worthy of the honor than 'The Headliner'. I'm nowhere near done achieving all I can during this reign.
He casually pulls a chair out and takes a seat next to an upturned table, as he does a stream of blood, from an unseen source, arcs through the air where he had previously stood.
Travis: It goes without saying that it will take someone, or something very special to take this from me.
He strokes the title belt that is still resting comfortably on his shoulder.
Travis: It wasn't long ago that you, or one of the other parts of your group, could have been the catalyst for my demise as UGWC World Heavyweight Champion. In the weeks running up to Outlast the four of you created a momentum that had been unmatched by a group for a long time, The Engine had announced itself to the world as potentially the most groundbreaking and dangerous coming together UGWC had ever seen. Unfortunately ever since Outlast The Engine seems to be running on empty.
Travis stops for a moment, his eyes looking above the camera and his arm quickly snaps upwards as he grabs a bottle that was spinning through the air. He brings it down and examines it: three quarters full and a Chadweiser. He smiles and takes a swig.
Travis: That feeling that we were all witnessing something unique, something that could define an era, dissipated quicker than it took the hype to build. You walked into Outlast promising to turn this company on its head, suggesting an unpredictability in your actions that would keep us all guessing. Then you walked out nothing more than a slightly altered version of those that came before you.
Travis finishes his beer, sets it down on the floor and rises from the chair taking a few more steps through the bedlam just as a huge bodybuilder type lands on the chair he had been seated at smashing it to smithereens.
Travis: You want gold to adorn each of your waists to prove your dominance and importance?
He smiles.
Travis: How very Syndicate of you.
He nods to Killian King and Alan Wallace as he passes their group at the bar.
Travis: You intend to use the numbers game and mass beat down's to gain the upper hand?
He shakes his head.
Travis: How very Puppet Masters of you.
He spots a young lady who has fallen to the floor and helps her up just as a knife drops from the sky and is imbedded where she had lay. She thanks him and puts her head down rushing off to find safety.
Travis: And now you start a quick decline into irrelevance and insignificance...
He stops in his tracks and his face contorts as he struggles to think of something before it relaxes and he chuckles.
Travis: How very Rubber Hobo Chickens of you.
He spots a table that has somehow escaped damage and upon it sits a plate of untouched nachos, he walks over and causally takes a mouthful before turning to the camera.
Travis: The difference is the aforementioned groups, Rubber Hobo Chickens aside, took their opportunities on the first time of asking. When they had their shot to lay claim to the UGWC World Heavyweight Championship they succeeded the first chance they got.
He steps away from the table and continues on his walkthrough of the destruction just as a large light fixture falls from the ceiling and smashes onto the table, sparks of electricity showering the surrounding area.
Travis: The Engine's chance came at Outlast, what better setting than this celebration of teamwork for you all to make your mark and rise to the very top of the industry? The perfect opportunity to display to the world the well oiled machine you claimed to be. How did that go?
As he continues to walk an uncooked fish flies past his head splattering wetly on the wall, it's guts flying unappetizingly through the air, before sliding down to the floor.
Travis: Two of your cogs were stopped in their tracks by the efforts of a team that included 'The Cyclone' JK, an individual who never really tore up trees his first time around who was not only competing with your talent but also a significant amount of ring rust. The mechanisms of the Engine that did progress were then taken offline by 'The Headliner' himself, all while seeing one of his fiercest opponents unite with him. It didn't go according to plan, did it?
Travis pauses at a jukebox, and decides this scene of mass hysteria needs a soundtrack to accompany it and selects 'Stuck in the Middle With You' by Steelers Wheel.
Travis: And in direct contradiction to the name you chose for yourselves, you had a plan, didn't you? Four men, one target, what could possibly go wrong? But you forgot to take into account the many variables that exist within UGWC, the resistance your alliance would meet with outside of just 'The Headliner'. For those that purport to be the vehicles of chaos in our midst, to be foiled by such predictable events should be cause for embarrassment.
He steps away from the jukebox just as a severed ear, covered in face paint and blood impacts upon it and sticks to the glass.
Travis: Of course you were emboldened by your failure not ashamed by it. Despite the experiences of Outlast rather than focus your energies on just one front, you widened your scope to multiple targets, somehow thinking this would lead you to the glory you all crave so dearly.
Travis walks over to a pool table and absent mindedly rolls the 8 ball into a pocket.
Travis: But should anyone have expected anything more from four men whose combined understanding of the definition of 'chaos' is equal to Dave Rydell's comprehension of 'anarchy'?
He steps away from the pool table just as the grey haired older lady from before swings a pool cue directly into the side of another man dressed as a clown's head.
Travis: After you couldn't get the job done, when your momentum was at its peak at Outlast, your next plan was to announce that you'd be coming for selected Championships, but you would leave it until the last minute to reveal which of you would be involved in each contest, as if that would matter to your opponents.
Travis keeps walking as the Grey Haired Clown Avenger climbs on top of her unconscious victims body on the pool table, and starts to slam the cue ball into the side of his head.
Travis: It didn't make the least bit of difference to 'The Headliner'.
Beryl, The Clown Killer, leaps off the table, her head snapping from side to side before her eyes narrow and then she runs of screen while letting out a guttural scream.
Travis: It could have been Gabriel Baal, a man who committed to the cause, who followed every direction given to him, but couldn't make it past Eden Morgan, again, at Outlast despite her being forced to team with Jason Ingalls. An individual that due to his experience in the field of psychology knows he just does not have what it takes to beat the very best to offer in UGWC. A competitor that joined your cause out of his desperation to find some sort of advantage, fair or not, that would help him finally break the glass ceiling he has hit so many times due to his own personal failings.
Travis smirks.
Travis: A man who would abandon your crusade the moment he was offered even the briefest sniff of Eden Morgan's dirty underwear.
Travis now walks into the kitchen area in the back where we find a chef holding a patrons head under water in the industrial sized sink.
Travis: It could have been Holden Orson, who earlier in the year had the greatest run either of his personas has achieved in UGWC with the Cross-Hemisphere Championship. Upon losing it, however, he found that was probably the limit of what he could achieve. When placed back into contention at the very top he regressed back into his past self, cutting a vintage Graber-esque promo to convince the fans to give him a shot at In Your Hands, and then proceeding to lose in his attempts to claim the UGWC World Heavyweight Championship at two consecutive Pay-Per-Views..
The chef steps away from the sink as his victim falls to the floor spluttering for his breath as Travis leans across, turns on the faucet and gets himself a glass of water.
Travis: That's so Mainstream, Holden.
He takes a sip of water as he observes three terrified clown come running in through the swinging double doors. The run to the back of the kitchen and start to arm themselves with pots and pans as The Wildest Widow of the West follows them in and spots a rack of cleavers and knives hanging, and proceeds to grab them and launch them individually one by one at the petrified pranksters.
Travis: Of course, it also could have been Rogan MacLean. After becoming disillusioned that no-one gave him the respect he felt he deserved for winning a tournament no-one in UGWC, bar Mil Vidas Junior, had any interest in, he turned to the 'dark side' in frustration. It would have been quite the leap from him challenging for something no-one wanted, to going one on one for the prize everyone covets, don't you think? Indeed, he is a different man now, as a precursor to the reveal of The Engine his desperation to be taken seriously after his 'shocking' alliance with Gabriel Baal was so well received it led him to steal the schtick of a future Hall of Famer. And then he added some tentacles and Cthulu references, a move straight out of the playbook of any teenager recently introduced to H.P Lovecraft.
Travis starts to move out of the Kitchen as Granny Nightmare starts to run out of implements to toss at her foes, he wings the doors open as the last cleaver smashes against a saucepan lid with a loud clang.
Travis: It's all rather clichéd, isn’t it? Of course there is nothing wrong with cliché's, they exist for a reason, they can be powerful tools.
As he takes a few steps away from the kitchen doors, Beryl the Baddass follows, leaping head first through them and landing in a ball on the floor.
Travis: The thing with cliché's is, you have to nail them.
The moment he finishes talking the kitchen doors blow outwards as a fireball erupts from within the kitchen, the flames reaching out but subsiding just inches from his back.
Travis: But in the end, Ichabod, it is you left carrying the already tattered flag of The Engine of Chaos into battle for the UGWC World Heavyweight Championship, and I couldn't think of a better candidate.
He smiles.
Travis: Honestly, who better embodies the spirit of your venture than 'The Indestructible'? A man who has risen from comedically overlooked for years into a position of such prominence in a matter of weeks really does symbolize the chaotic nature of this very industry. Despite their own relative successes over the past months you are the one who should naturally lead this renewed charge after the failure of Outlast.
As Travis walks through the lawlessness that surrounds him, there seems to be an increasing number of clowns in the vicinity, and now it seems like what was initially a free for all is turning into a pitched battle between those with face paint, oversized shoes and musical noses, and those without.
Travis: You are undoubtedly the leader of this group, I'm sure each of you would protest such a notion until you are blue in the faces, but it does not make it any less true. This is what you have been waiting in the shadows for, despite the lack of any tangible success in the past you have always taken great pleasure and pride in injecting yourself, and disorder, into the lives of those around you. Unlike your comrades you are committed to this.
Travis looks down and notices one of his shoes has become untied and he pauses for a moment as he kneels down to correct the error, as he does so a life sized cardboard cut out of UGWC Hall of Famer, Dirge, flies over his head. He then returns to a standing position.
Travis: You are not doing this become you miss the company of others and crave the feeling of belonging. You are not doing this because nothing else has worked, no matter what twist you've thrown at the world. You also aren’t doing this purely because Eden Morgan has no interest in whatever convoluted plans you have for the two of you. This isn't even about the UGWC World Heavyweight Championship for you. This is about cementing your legacy, one which had been tarnished so much since you had come back from a log hiatus, and being the instigator of chaos like UGWC has never seen before.
Travis starts to walk along the bar just ahead of where the One Woman Octogenarian Apocalypse slides along it slinging a baseball bat she found into the colorful heads of her prey.
Travis: Will you ever have a better opportunity to redeem yourself than now, in a match with the new longest reigning UGWC World Heavyweight Champion in history, in his home town, at the event that has become synonymous with his own personal success?
Travis continues walking towards the front of the restaurant as Batshit Beryle comes to the end of the bar, using her feet to knock over a couple of clowns before landing on her feet, turning and grabbing the cash register and slamming it into the face of an onrushing fool.
Travis: Unfortunately, Ichy, your opponent is Travis Roberts. I awoke from a coma that lasted multiple years to re-establish my name in GIW, I survived the Covenant's attempts to burn that legacy to the very ground, I rose up from being brutally cast out from The Puppet Masters, and I ended Alan 'Vain' Wallace's domination of this company. I have taken everything and everyone that this company could throw at me to make it to this point, given that do you really believe that you, even with your own legacy at stake, are how this story ends? Just weeks before the Tenth anniversary of the most important show in our calendar? Do you honestly believe that the Engine of Chaos will not groan and creak to a halt when it tries to engineer my demise? Here? Now?
As Travis shakes his head and as he walks towards the front doors a stream of marauding clowns runs through them and into the restaurant, they part around 'The Headliner' as they run towards the bar where the Merciless Matriarch of Madness takes refuge, she has lined up a number of bottles and reaches into her pocket for a lighter.
Travis: If your aim was to get the attention of 'The Most Influential Icon in Sports Entertainment this Millennia' and for him to treat you as more than a comedic punchline, well done, you have scaled to heights Paul Cockatoo and Marlo the Beautiful could only ever dream of.
Travis steps through the doors of Applebee's an into the car park, as the doors close behind him we see the Circus Crippler start to light her makeshift Molotov's.
Travis: But if your goal was to bring upon chaos and uncertainty throughout UGWC like it has never seen before...well...
He takes a few more steps into the car park as the doors of Applebee's fly open and dozens of face painted loons scramble out, some trampling the others, others throwing themselves trough a window to escape. At this point Travis looks directly into the camera and smiles.
Travis: Donovan has been more successful by simply joining Twitter.
Travis steps away as the establishment behind him bursts into flames, and finally the sound of sirens and the flashing of blue lights fill the air behind him, as he walks away from the chaos that has ensued completely unscathed.
Not tonight.
And that's not because Killian King and Alan Wallace, also known as Sex and Violence or Hugs and Fisticuffs, are in attendance. Their presence instantly increases this franchises appeal, and if publicized would see people flock there in droves. Unfortunately the owner is in no position to capitalize on the fact they are currently stood at the bar entertaining a number of women, and men, with their wit and charm. In fact he is actually amazed that they are able to keep the attention of so many, this isn't because he can't recognize their magnetic charisma, but because it simply should not be the case with what is going on around them.
This Applebee's has turned into a war zone, patrons are on their feet throwing insults and wild punches at one another, strangers are threatening one another without care for repercussions, and the furniture is being manhandled in a manner which makes the owner want to run away and bury his head into a pillow.
But he can't.
Because he's tied to a supporting pillar.
Luckily for us UGWC's hiring policy in regards to it's cameramen comes into it's own in this kind of scenario. Many wrestling companies will hire operators who have recorded fast paced sports and action films, but UGWC considers only a small pool of individuals. You must have either worked in heavy combat situations, or an asylum. Due to this hiring policy this kind of atmosphere is a walk in the park for the rugged, and disturbed, individuals that bring you so much entertainment each week.
Despite this the two former UGWC World Heavyweight Champions stand untouched by the unfolding mayhem and those surrounding them are too transfixed on the infectious duo to notice the peril that lies just inches from them. But this remarkable sight is not what this intrepid cameraman has come to film, as evidenced by the fact our view starts to pan from left to right and back again around the anarchic scene, as one man drives another into the side of the bar out from behind steps the focus of our attention for the time being.
'The Blessed One' Travis Roberts, with UGWC World Heavyweight Championship resting on his shoulder, steps over a server who is crawling on the floor looking for shelter and approaches the camera, fists flying behind him but he barely bats an eye as he addresses the lens.
Travis: Take a good look around, Ichabod...this…
Travis dramatically spreads his arms and spins around slowly on the spot, as he does a chair flies past under his left arm, less than an inch from his torso...
Travis: ...is chaos.
Travis chuckles.
Travis: I know, I know, it's a clichéd scene isn't it? Talking about 'chaos' in the middle of a major public disturbance, but it's not like 'The Headliner' planned for this to happen when he requested for a camera to be here, and he certainly did not state your modus operandi. But it is apt, is it not, that days before Battleground Travis Roberts finds himself in the midst of such brutality? After all Battleground is the most savage and unforgiving challenge that UGWC has to offer in terms of matches. But alas I'm not here to talk about the Battleground match...
Travis smiles as he leans into the camera as a bottle flies over his back.
Travis: Not this year, at least.
Travis winks as he stands back up straight as a plate flies past in the precise spot his head was just a second ago.
Travis: No, for the first time in UGWC's history 'The Blessed One' walks into Battleground with something to lose, rather than everything to gain. When looking back over my career this event will undoubtedly be highlighted given my three victories in the Battleground match to date, so it seems appropriate that it will also mark Travis Roberts' first appearance since breaking the record for longest individual UGWC World Heavyweight Championship reign.
The camera follows him as he turns and walks across the room, two men crashing to the floor, rolling around and pounding one another in the face in the very spot he had just been standing, before he stops in front of a window and looks out across the LA skyline.
Travis: Fittingly it will also take place here in Los Angeles, the place 'The Most Influential Icon in Sports Entertainment this Millennia' has resided for the past decade, the home of Global Impact Wrestling, one of UGWC's founding companies, and the very place I made myself into a household name. Not only that, The Staples Center was also the site of the legendary Vigilante match between myself and Donovan Hastings at the 2014 edition of Horizons.
Travis stays silent for a moment as he continues to gaze out across the city before he turns away from it.
Travis: There is a lot of history, personal and professional, in this place.
He steps away from the window, the crowd of brawling patrons parting like the Red Sea for Moses as he walks through, just as a fire extinguisher is hurled into the window causing it to shatter violently.
Travis: And it is now the place that Ichabod, and The Engine of Chaos, will look to make their own history, at the expense of Alex Stein, Eden Morgan, 'The Cyclone' JK, Mil Vidas Junior and of course myself. This is the moment they plan to end Travis Roberts' record breaking reign as UGWC World Heavyweight Champion and start to write their own legacy that will be spoken about for years to come.
Travis stops at the bar and motions for the cowering bartender for a drink. Despite the unfolding madness the young man scurries to a fridge and grabs a bottle for 'The Headliner', opens it, and then places it in the UGWC World Heavyweight Champions hand, before immediately stuffing himself back underneath a sink.
Travis: Of course having broken a record that has stood for much of this companies existence you might well assume that Travis Roberts has little more to achieve, it will be a very long time until someone bests his accomplishment, so this may well be the opportune time to strike. Of course someone will eventually end this ground breaking run, because unlike the previous holder of the accolade I'm not just going to vacate the title without a fight. But that time will not be now, and it certainly won't be to you, or any of your associates, Ichabod.
Travis takes a swig from the bottle and pulls a disgusted face and looks down to see he has been handed a Bud Light rather than a Chadweiser, he spits the mouthful of offensive swill back into the bottle, stepping away from the bar and shaking his head.
Travis: It's chaos in here.
As he moves away from the bar his place is taken by a grey haired woman, who looks as if she is in her sixties, who pounds the head of someone dressed as a clown into the bar top repeatedly until he slumps into an unconscious heap. She sees Travis' discarded bottle and decides to put an exclamation point on her beat down by smashing it over the head of her victim.
Travis: A victory this Halloween will not just mean this historic run is extended yet further, it will also mean 'The TWiSTeD High Commander' will Main Event the tenth anniversary of Horizons. There are few people who this would mean as much to as me, and even fewer that would be more worthy of the honor than 'The Headliner'. I'm nowhere near done achieving all I can during this reign.
He casually pulls a chair out and takes a seat next to an upturned table, as he does a stream of blood, from an unseen source, arcs through the air where he had previously stood.
Travis: It goes without saying that it will take someone, or something very special to take this from me.
He strokes the title belt that is still resting comfortably on his shoulder.
Travis: It wasn't long ago that you, or one of the other parts of your group, could have been the catalyst for my demise as UGWC World Heavyweight Champion. In the weeks running up to Outlast the four of you created a momentum that had been unmatched by a group for a long time, The Engine had announced itself to the world as potentially the most groundbreaking and dangerous coming together UGWC had ever seen. Unfortunately ever since Outlast The Engine seems to be running on empty.
Travis stops for a moment, his eyes looking above the camera and his arm quickly snaps upwards as he grabs a bottle that was spinning through the air. He brings it down and examines it: three quarters full and a Chadweiser. He smiles and takes a swig.
Travis: That feeling that we were all witnessing something unique, something that could define an era, dissipated quicker than it took the hype to build. You walked into Outlast promising to turn this company on its head, suggesting an unpredictability in your actions that would keep us all guessing. Then you walked out nothing more than a slightly altered version of those that came before you.
Travis finishes his beer, sets it down on the floor and rises from the chair taking a few more steps through the bedlam just as a huge bodybuilder type lands on the chair he had been seated at smashing it to smithereens.
Travis: You want gold to adorn each of your waists to prove your dominance and importance?
He smiles.
Travis: How very Syndicate of you.
He nods to Killian King and Alan Wallace as he passes their group at the bar.
Travis: You intend to use the numbers game and mass beat down's to gain the upper hand?
He shakes his head.
Travis: How very Puppet Masters of you.
He spots a young lady who has fallen to the floor and helps her up just as a knife drops from the sky and is imbedded where she had lay. She thanks him and puts her head down rushing off to find safety.
Travis: And now you start a quick decline into irrelevance and insignificance...
He stops in his tracks and his face contorts as he struggles to think of something before it relaxes and he chuckles.
Travis: How very Rubber Hobo Chickens of you.
He spots a table that has somehow escaped damage and upon it sits a plate of untouched nachos, he walks over and causally takes a mouthful before turning to the camera.
Travis: The difference is the aforementioned groups, Rubber Hobo Chickens aside, took their opportunities on the first time of asking. When they had their shot to lay claim to the UGWC World Heavyweight Championship they succeeded the first chance they got.
He steps away from the table and continues on his walkthrough of the destruction just as a large light fixture falls from the ceiling and smashes onto the table, sparks of electricity showering the surrounding area.
Travis: The Engine's chance came at Outlast, what better setting than this celebration of teamwork for you all to make your mark and rise to the very top of the industry? The perfect opportunity to display to the world the well oiled machine you claimed to be. How did that go?
As he continues to walk an uncooked fish flies past his head splattering wetly on the wall, it's guts flying unappetizingly through the air, before sliding down to the floor.
Travis: Two of your cogs were stopped in their tracks by the efforts of a team that included 'The Cyclone' JK, an individual who never really tore up trees his first time around who was not only competing with your talent but also a significant amount of ring rust. The mechanisms of the Engine that did progress were then taken offline by 'The Headliner' himself, all while seeing one of his fiercest opponents unite with him. It didn't go according to plan, did it?
Travis pauses at a jukebox, and decides this scene of mass hysteria needs a soundtrack to accompany it and selects 'Stuck in the Middle With You' by Steelers Wheel.
Travis: And in direct contradiction to the name you chose for yourselves, you had a plan, didn't you? Four men, one target, what could possibly go wrong? But you forgot to take into account the many variables that exist within UGWC, the resistance your alliance would meet with outside of just 'The Headliner'. For those that purport to be the vehicles of chaos in our midst, to be foiled by such predictable events should be cause for embarrassment.
He steps away from the jukebox just as a severed ear, covered in face paint and blood impacts upon it and sticks to the glass.
Travis: Of course you were emboldened by your failure not ashamed by it. Despite the experiences of Outlast rather than focus your energies on just one front, you widened your scope to multiple targets, somehow thinking this would lead you to the glory you all crave so dearly.
Travis walks over to a pool table and absent mindedly rolls the 8 ball into a pocket.
Travis: But should anyone have expected anything more from four men whose combined understanding of the definition of 'chaos' is equal to Dave Rydell's comprehension of 'anarchy'?
He steps away from the pool table just as the grey haired older lady from before swings a pool cue directly into the side of another man dressed as a clown's head.
Travis: After you couldn't get the job done, when your momentum was at its peak at Outlast, your next plan was to announce that you'd be coming for selected Championships, but you would leave it until the last minute to reveal which of you would be involved in each contest, as if that would matter to your opponents.
Travis keeps walking as the Grey Haired Clown Avenger climbs on top of her unconscious victims body on the pool table, and starts to slam the cue ball into the side of his head.
Travis: It didn't make the least bit of difference to 'The Headliner'.
Beryl, The Clown Killer, leaps off the table, her head snapping from side to side before her eyes narrow and then she runs of screen while letting out a guttural scream.
Travis: It could have been Gabriel Baal, a man who committed to the cause, who followed every direction given to him, but couldn't make it past Eden Morgan, again, at Outlast despite her being forced to team with Jason Ingalls. An individual that due to his experience in the field of psychology knows he just does not have what it takes to beat the very best to offer in UGWC. A competitor that joined your cause out of his desperation to find some sort of advantage, fair or not, that would help him finally break the glass ceiling he has hit so many times due to his own personal failings.
Travis smirks.
Travis: A man who would abandon your crusade the moment he was offered even the briefest sniff of Eden Morgan's dirty underwear.
Travis now walks into the kitchen area in the back where we find a chef holding a patrons head under water in the industrial sized sink.
Travis: It could have been Holden Orson, who earlier in the year had the greatest run either of his personas has achieved in UGWC with the Cross-Hemisphere Championship. Upon losing it, however, he found that was probably the limit of what he could achieve. When placed back into contention at the very top he regressed back into his past self, cutting a vintage Graber-esque promo to convince the fans to give him a shot at In Your Hands, and then proceeding to lose in his attempts to claim the UGWC World Heavyweight Championship at two consecutive Pay-Per-Views..
The chef steps away from the sink as his victim falls to the floor spluttering for his breath as Travis leans across, turns on the faucet and gets himself a glass of water.
Travis: That's so Mainstream, Holden.
He takes a sip of water as he observes three terrified clown come running in through the swinging double doors. The run to the back of the kitchen and start to arm themselves with pots and pans as The Wildest Widow of the West follows them in and spots a rack of cleavers and knives hanging, and proceeds to grab them and launch them individually one by one at the petrified pranksters.
Travis: Of course, it also could have been Rogan MacLean. After becoming disillusioned that no-one gave him the respect he felt he deserved for winning a tournament no-one in UGWC, bar Mil Vidas Junior, had any interest in, he turned to the 'dark side' in frustration. It would have been quite the leap from him challenging for something no-one wanted, to going one on one for the prize everyone covets, don't you think? Indeed, he is a different man now, as a precursor to the reveal of The Engine his desperation to be taken seriously after his 'shocking' alliance with Gabriel Baal was so well received it led him to steal the schtick of a future Hall of Famer. And then he added some tentacles and Cthulu references, a move straight out of the playbook of any teenager recently introduced to H.P Lovecraft.
Travis starts to move out of the Kitchen as Granny Nightmare starts to run out of implements to toss at her foes, he wings the doors open as the last cleaver smashes against a saucepan lid with a loud clang.
Travis: It's all rather clichéd, isn’t it? Of course there is nothing wrong with cliché's, they exist for a reason, they can be powerful tools.
As he takes a few steps away from the kitchen doors, Beryl the Baddass follows, leaping head first through them and landing in a ball on the floor.
Travis: The thing with cliché's is, you have to nail them.
The moment he finishes talking the kitchen doors blow outwards as a fireball erupts from within the kitchen, the flames reaching out but subsiding just inches from his back.
Travis: But in the end, Ichabod, it is you left carrying the already tattered flag of The Engine of Chaos into battle for the UGWC World Heavyweight Championship, and I couldn't think of a better candidate.
He smiles.
Travis: Honestly, who better embodies the spirit of your venture than 'The Indestructible'? A man who has risen from comedically overlooked for years into a position of such prominence in a matter of weeks really does symbolize the chaotic nature of this very industry. Despite their own relative successes over the past months you are the one who should naturally lead this renewed charge after the failure of Outlast.
As Travis walks through the lawlessness that surrounds him, there seems to be an increasing number of clowns in the vicinity, and now it seems like what was initially a free for all is turning into a pitched battle between those with face paint, oversized shoes and musical noses, and those without.
Travis: You are undoubtedly the leader of this group, I'm sure each of you would protest such a notion until you are blue in the faces, but it does not make it any less true. This is what you have been waiting in the shadows for, despite the lack of any tangible success in the past you have always taken great pleasure and pride in injecting yourself, and disorder, into the lives of those around you. Unlike your comrades you are committed to this.
Travis looks down and notices one of his shoes has become untied and he pauses for a moment as he kneels down to correct the error, as he does so a life sized cardboard cut out of UGWC Hall of Famer, Dirge, flies over his head. He then returns to a standing position.
Travis: You are not doing this become you miss the company of others and crave the feeling of belonging. You are not doing this because nothing else has worked, no matter what twist you've thrown at the world. You also aren’t doing this purely because Eden Morgan has no interest in whatever convoluted plans you have for the two of you. This isn't even about the UGWC World Heavyweight Championship for you. This is about cementing your legacy, one which had been tarnished so much since you had come back from a log hiatus, and being the instigator of chaos like UGWC has never seen before.
Travis starts to walk along the bar just ahead of where the One Woman Octogenarian Apocalypse slides along it slinging a baseball bat she found into the colorful heads of her prey.
Travis: Will you ever have a better opportunity to redeem yourself than now, in a match with the new longest reigning UGWC World Heavyweight Champion in history, in his home town, at the event that has become synonymous with his own personal success?
Travis continues walking towards the front of the restaurant as Batshit Beryle comes to the end of the bar, using her feet to knock over a couple of clowns before landing on her feet, turning and grabbing the cash register and slamming it into the face of an onrushing fool.
Travis: Unfortunately, Ichy, your opponent is Travis Roberts. I awoke from a coma that lasted multiple years to re-establish my name in GIW, I survived the Covenant's attempts to burn that legacy to the very ground, I rose up from being brutally cast out from The Puppet Masters, and I ended Alan 'Vain' Wallace's domination of this company. I have taken everything and everyone that this company could throw at me to make it to this point, given that do you really believe that you, even with your own legacy at stake, are how this story ends? Just weeks before the Tenth anniversary of the most important show in our calendar? Do you honestly believe that the Engine of Chaos will not groan and creak to a halt when it tries to engineer my demise? Here? Now?
As Travis shakes his head and as he walks towards the front doors a stream of marauding clowns runs through them and into the restaurant, they part around 'The Headliner' as they run towards the bar where the Merciless Matriarch of Madness takes refuge, she has lined up a number of bottles and reaches into her pocket for a lighter.
Travis: If your aim was to get the attention of 'The Most Influential Icon in Sports Entertainment this Millennia' and for him to treat you as more than a comedic punchline, well done, you have scaled to heights Paul Cockatoo and Marlo the Beautiful could only ever dream of.
Travis steps through the doors of Applebee's an into the car park, as the doors close behind him we see the Circus Crippler start to light her makeshift Molotov's.
Travis: But if your goal was to bring upon chaos and uncertainty throughout UGWC like it has never seen before...well...
He takes a few more steps into the car park as the doors of Applebee's fly open and dozens of face painted loons scramble out, some trampling the others, others throwing themselves trough a window to escape. At this point Travis looks directly into the camera and smiles.
Travis: Donovan has been more successful by simply joining Twitter.
Travis steps away as the establishment behind him bursts into flames, and finally the sound of sirens and the flashing of blue lights fill the air behind him, as he walks away from the chaos that has ensued completely unscathed.
