Post by Travis Pierce on Apr 27, 2024 20:35:49 GMT -5
Travis Pierce sat in his office, his gaze fixed on the world outside, yet seeing nothing. His posture, once proud and assured, now slumped with the weight of defeat. The window framed a bleak panorama, a reflection of the desolation within. The sky, heavy with clouds, mirrored his somber mood, offering no solace or respite.
His office, once a sanctuary of ambition and possibility, now felt suffocating, each corner echoing with the reverberations of shattered dreams. Papers lay scattered across his desk, remnants of projects abandoned or forgotten, their unfinished state a damning testament to his faltering resolve.
Travis's thoughts drifted aimlessly, lost in a labyrinth of regrets and what-ifs. Every decision, every misstep, haunted him, a relentless barrage of self-doubt eroding what little remained of his confidence. The weight of expectations, both his own and those of others, pressed down on him like a leaden shroud, suffocating any flicker of hope.
Outside, the world carried on indifferent to his anguish. People bustled about their lives, oblivious to the turmoil raging within him. How he longed to be one of them, free from the shackles of his own making, liberated from the burden of unfulfilled aspirations.
But for now, Travis remained trapped in his office, a prisoner of his own despair, his only company the silent witness of the window. And as he continued to stare into the void, he wondered if he would ever find the courage to break free from the chains that bound him or if he was destined to remain a captive of his own sorrow forevermore.
Cartwright: ...Travis?
The producer’s brow furrowed as he watched the man he had grown to consider a close friend. Travis slowly rotated his head to face him, a blank expression upon it.
Pierce: What?
Cartwright: I asked what you thought about the story.
Pierce: Sorry. Say it again?
Rob frowned, but looked back down at his tablet.
Cartwright: South Yorkshire Police have confirmed they were reviewing footage after being made aware of a clip showing a man appearing to bite a young boy's ear at the World Snooker Championships.
Pierce: That’s a thing?
Cartwright: Apparently. Maybe a Hide Yamazaki reference? You always do well with those.
Pierce: Yeah, sure.
Cartwright: Okay, let’s see what else we’ve got.
He swipes on the tablet.
Cartwright: A thief in Florida returned his victim’s mother’s ashes, but kept his custom car.
Pierce: Bummer.
Cartwright: Really easy tie-in with Tommaso Ferrari with that one, with the car bit.
Pierce: Whatever.
Cartwright: I’m just saying, that would be an easy transition, given you’re facing him on Synergy this week.
Pierce: Right. Because I’m facing Tommaso Ferrari this week.
Cartwright: Okay, so we’ve also got-
Pierce: What am I doing, Rob?
Cartwright: Um, we’re getting ready for TPT, like we do every week.
Pierce: Not that. I’m facing Tommaso Ferrari on Synergy? That’s where I’ve fallen? A few weeks ago I was repositioning myself as the Alpha Travis. That was finally going to be the jumping off point to get us back to where we need to be. Then that went all pear-shaped at Alchemy and now it’s back to directionless floundering.
Cartwright: Listen, there’s no shame in losing to Travis Roberts, he’s one of-
Pierce: He’s a clown that shares airtime with a fake luchador and his fellow circus rejects. Let’s be honest here. We chose this time to target Roberts because we thought he was weak. Now all that’s come of it is that our latest relaunch fizzled yet again, and we’re running out of places to pivot.
Cartwright: What about the footage of V-
Pierce: That would flop if we tried to use it now. There’s no point. I’m not sure that right now there’s a point to any of this. How is Synergy opening this week? With Travis Pierce jerking the curtain against a schlub that’s only wrestling to fix his jalopy or some garbage. I don’t know and I don’t care.
Cartwright: Well, maybe we put that aside for the moment and do one thing at a time. Let’s focus on having a solid TPT tonight, and leave Monday for Monday.
Pierce: I just can’t do it right now. We’ll do it live.
Cartwright: Travis, you know as well as I do that-
Pierce: WE’LL DO IT LIVE!
Rob stares at him, and slowly nods his head, tucking the tablet under his arm.
Cartwright: Right, sure. I’ll make sure everything is ready.
And so the producer of the Piercing Media Network left the office, leaving the man that promoted himself as the Icon of Entertainment alone with his thoughts.
His office, once a sanctuary of ambition and possibility, now felt suffocating, each corner echoing with the reverberations of shattered dreams. Papers lay scattered across his desk, remnants of projects abandoned or forgotten, their unfinished state a damning testament to his faltering resolve.
Travis's thoughts drifted aimlessly, lost in a labyrinth of regrets and what-ifs. Every decision, every misstep, haunted him, a relentless barrage of self-doubt eroding what little remained of his confidence. The weight of expectations, both his own and those of others, pressed down on him like a leaden shroud, suffocating any flicker of hope.
Outside, the world carried on indifferent to his anguish. People bustled about their lives, oblivious to the turmoil raging within him. How he longed to be one of them, free from the shackles of his own making, liberated from the burden of unfulfilled aspirations.
But for now, Travis remained trapped in his office, a prisoner of his own despair, his only company the silent witness of the window. And as he continued to stare into the void, he wondered if he would ever find the courage to break free from the chains that bound him or if he was destined to remain a captive of his own sorrow forevermore.
Cartwright: ...Travis?
The producer’s brow furrowed as he watched the man he had grown to consider a close friend. Travis slowly rotated his head to face him, a blank expression upon it.
Pierce: What?
Cartwright: I asked what you thought about the story.
Pierce: Sorry. Say it again?
Rob frowned, but looked back down at his tablet.
Cartwright: South Yorkshire Police have confirmed they were reviewing footage after being made aware of a clip showing a man appearing to bite a young boy's ear at the World Snooker Championships.
Pierce: That’s a thing?
Cartwright: Apparently. Maybe a Hide Yamazaki reference? You always do well with those.
Pierce: Yeah, sure.
Cartwright: Okay, let’s see what else we’ve got.
He swipes on the tablet.
Cartwright: A thief in Florida returned his victim’s mother’s ashes, but kept his custom car.
Pierce: Bummer.
Cartwright: Really easy tie-in with Tommaso Ferrari with that one, with the car bit.
Pierce: Whatever.
Cartwright: I’m just saying, that would be an easy transition, given you’re facing him on Synergy this week.
Pierce: Right. Because I’m facing Tommaso Ferrari this week.
Cartwright: Okay, so we’ve also got-
Pierce: What am I doing, Rob?
Cartwright: Um, we’re getting ready for TPT, like we do every week.
Pierce: Not that. I’m facing Tommaso Ferrari on Synergy? That’s where I’ve fallen? A few weeks ago I was repositioning myself as the Alpha Travis. That was finally going to be the jumping off point to get us back to where we need to be. Then that went all pear-shaped at Alchemy and now it’s back to directionless floundering.
Cartwright: Listen, there’s no shame in losing to Travis Roberts, he’s one of-
Pierce: He’s a clown that shares airtime with a fake luchador and his fellow circus rejects. Let’s be honest here. We chose this time to target Roberts because we thought he was weak. Now all that’s come of it is that our latest relaunch fizzled yet again, and we’re running out of places to pivot.
Cartwright: What about the footage of V-
Pierce: That would flop if we tried to use it now. There’s no point. I’m not sure that right now there’s a point to any of this. How is Synergy opening this week? With Travis Pierce jerking the curtain against a schlub that’s only wrestling to fix his jalopy or some garbage. I don’t know and I don’t care.
Cartwright: Well, maybe we put that aside for the moment and do one thing at a time. Let’s focus on having a solid TPT tonight, and leave Monday for Monday.
Pierce: I just can’t do it right now. We’ll do it live.
Cartwright: Travis, you know as well as I do that-
Pierce: WE’LL DO IT LIVE!
Rob stares at him, and slowly nods his head, tucking the tablet under his arm.
Cartwright: Right, sure. I’ll make sure everything is ready.
And so the producer of the Piercing Media Network left the office, leaving the man that promoted himself as the Icon of Entertainment alone with his thoughts.