Post by T-Robosaurus Rex on Jul 22, 2009 15:32:21 GMT -5
[Travis awakens in the back seat of a Taxi Cab. He blearily opens his eyes, and looks around. He blinks one or two times to let his eyes adjust, never fully opening his eyes, and runs his hand over his hair to flatten out the awkward mess it has become. He licks his lips as if suggesting his mouth is as dry as a desert. He finally allows himself to take a full look around, and is greeted by the sight of a chubby middle aged man with thin hair, he rolls his eyes, takes a deep breath and says:]
Cab Driver – “GET OUTTA MY CAR BUDDY! I TOLD THAT DAMN PENGUIN I’D GET YOU HERE…NOW WE’RE EVEN! NOW GET OUT!?!?!?”
[Travis looks around in astonishment, amazed that such a lowly jobsworth would dare raise his voice at ‘The Blessed One’. He starts to form an objection, but for some reason thinks better of it, shrugs his shoulders, and opens the door and steps out…
Into crisp white snow. Travis looks down to see his feet covered in soft white flakes, he is buried halfway up his shins. He then looks himself up and down, and see’s he is only wearing a pair of jeans, a Monster-Magnet T-Shirt and his trademark leather jacket, not exactly winter wear. He sighs, looks up and see’s an astonishing vista of mountains, all around him. He stares in amazement at the snow capped peaks, and jaw dropping views. ‘The Headliner’ starts patting his pockets, slowly at first, whilst taking in the experience, but it soon speeds up as Travis cannot find what he is looking for. He drags his eyes, from the awesome landscape, searches his pockets and finds nothing in them. He looks up towards the heavens]
Travis – “Not even a damn smoke…where the hell did that cab go?”
[Travis looks round, and see’s some tracks leading off into the distance. When he turns back he is confronted by a large long face, and huge teeth staring back at him. The surprise makes Travis take a few steps back and in doing so the full picture comes into view.
Standing in front of Travis is a large brown horse, and straddled atop is a Canadian Mountie, dressed head to toe in traditional garments, but oddly he is holding a can of Red Bull and chugging it down. When he finishes the frosty beverage, he looks down and stares at Travis…and takes a pack of cigarettes’ out of his top pocket, takes a long drag, and then places them back in his pocket..]
Travis – “Any chance ‘The Headliner’ could partake of a…”
Mountie – “Turn back Travis!?!? Turn back…before it’s too late…[/b]”[/color]
Travis – “What are you jabbering about?”
Mountie – “That way leads to oblivion…you’re doomed…DOOMED I TELL YOU!”[/b][/color]
Travis – “Which way? Doomed? For TWiSTeD’s sake, it’s god knows how many below zero out here, ‘The Blessed One’ asks for a smoke, and you start all this mumbo jumbo. Elaborate man!”
[Instead of replying to ‘The Headliner’ The Mountie merely trots way on his horse, much to Travis’ annoyance, and as he rides further away he begins to sing…]
Mountie – “I’m the Mountie! I’m handsome, I’m brave, I’m strong! I’m the Mountie! And I enforce the law! You can try to run, but you can never hide! The Mountie, always gets his MAAAAAN!”
[The Mountie rides out of view, and Travis turns in disbelief and begins walking, after a few steps in one direction he turns, looks around and begins walking in another direction. He stops in his tracks again, and looks around 360 degrees, turning in the snow]
Travis – “It’s been said many times, Travis Roberts is no boy scout! ‘The Headliner’ does not do outdoors…that damn penguin is gonna pay…’The Blessed One’ doesn’t even recollect getting in that cab.
The last thing the ‘TWiSTeD Guerilla’ remembers was the party to celebrate to complete humiliation of Brandon Brown, Lord Deathman and Komosube…good times…that damn sneaky bird must have slipped something in Travis Roberts’ drink, bundled ‘The Blessed One’ in a car…and sent me…to the Canadian Rockies?
Well Travis, what the hell does ‘The Blessed One’ do now? It’s not often ‘The Headliner’ finds himself in a predicament this bad. And it’s serious, stuck in the middle of the mountains miles from civilisation…it’s hopeless…there is absolutely no chance of ‘The TWiSTeD Guerilla’ getting any smokes…”
[Travis decides on a direction and starts to walk in the direction The Mountie headed off in. Whilst muttering to himself about the direness of his situation ‘The Headliner’ is so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he neglects to see the man dressed in animal skins crouching in front of him, and tumbles head over heels…the man, who stands no more than 5 foot tall, jumps to his feet and points his hunting rifle in Travis’ direction, but when he see’s it’s a human being that has stumbled over him he lowers his aim]
Travis – “What the hell are you doing crouching in the snow? You could have seriously injured Travis Roberts…what possible reason have you got for being up here?”
Man – “I know you! You’we Twavis Woberts! I’mma huntin!”
Travis – “Bunny Wabbits?”
[The man’s face goes from a broad smile to a sincere expression in an instant]
Hunter – “No”
Travis – “You couldn’t help ‘The Blessed One’ get himself out of this place could you?”
Hunter – “I suwe can! You’ve come to the best place Twavis….”
Travis – “You don’t possibly have a smoke The ‘TWiSTeD Guewwilla…Guerrilla’ could bum do you?”
[The Hunter reaches into his own pocket and pulls out a silver cigarette holder, and hands one to Travis. The Blessed One places it between his lips and the hunter produces a zippo lighter and engulfs the tip of the cigarette in flame. Travis closes his eyes and slowly takes the first drag, but suddenly feels his throat begin to constrict, he opens his eyes to see the hunter wrapping his left arms around Travis. But the longer he looks the image becomes more surreal, as the Hunter begins to grow in stature. Suddenly the man towers over Travis, and his hand wraps almost fully around The Blessed Ones neck…
As the Hunter squeezes Travis neck firmer, ‘The Blessed One’ lets the cigarette slip from his lips, and seconds later observes as the man’s skin appears to melt from his body. But rather than revealing this mans carcass, and internal organs to the environment, and far more terrifying sight awaits Travis Roberts…
Lord, Deathman]
Deathman – “Do you see now Travis? Do you see you are a lesser man than I…a lesser man than most”
[The General of Destruction releases his grip on Travis and drops him to the snow. The Blessed One lies on the floor coughing and spluttering, as General D-Mike towers above him]
Deathman – “You brought this upon yourself. Roberts. You unlocked the beast within the beast. They call me ‘The General of Destruction’ because I proved I am just that. What have you done? Roberts. What makes you so ‘Blessed’…you lie at my feet in a fitting portrayal of your insignificance in my presence. I had no urge to bring pain and anguish to this world…but you drove me to it. Roberts. I am the Devil Dog…waiting and watching you tremble in fear…until I pounce an…”
[Suddenly ‘The Blessed One’ springs up and catches Lord Deathman under the chin with a swift forearm, he then swings another shot, but The General, dodges and once again squeezes Travis around the neck…]
Deathman – “Headliner? Roberts. Don’t make me laugh, what headlines have you made apart from your marriage to the Precott family? Have you eliminated dragons? Have you bundled the bodies of Aesc the Dark and Aragato into the back of two hearses? Have you been nailed to a stretcher and continued to fight? Have you ever been Global Heavyweight Champion? You headline nothing! Roberts. You may have a way with words, you may have a cunning and devious mind…but you are no match for me Travis, and many years from now, whilst sitting in your wheelchair, you will finally accept I was right…”
[As Deathman finishes his sentence, he lowrs Travis to the ground, but Travis quickly reacts with a kick to the midsection, as Deathman staggers backwards, Travis scrambles quickly, whilst coughing, towards the hunting rifle, as he nears it Deathman charges, but just as he nears Travis, The Headliner grabs the gun and slams the butt into Deathmans mask, sending The General of Destruction to the ground.
Travis walks over and kicks Deathmans head, and then stands over him regaining his breath…]
Travis – “Travis Roberts has heard some pretty strange stories in his time….but this is gonna top the lot! Stuck in Canada, in the middle of the Rockies, and who should show up? None other than Lord bloody Deathman!”
[Travis kicks Deathman again in frustration]
Travis – “But at least you provided a good punch line you big oaf! You got one thing right, ‘The Blessed One’ is definitely more intelligent than you. You think you are a headliner? Travis Roberts may have taken a fair few mind expanding substances in his time, but none of them would make that fathomable! Your achievements are a list of victories over GIW’s finest jobbers. You may doubt ‘The Blessed Ones’ calibre, but you know little of Travis Roberts’ existence before GIW. The Blessed One has many achievements he could list, but none of them matter, they bear no relevance to our current situation. All that matters General…is what happens at EI8HT, you may have the raw power, but Travis Roberts will always be one step ahead of you…”
[At this moment Deathman raises his right arm and swings it at Travis’ head, connecting and sending Travis tumbling backwards. Deathman rises to his feet, holding a large rock in his right hand, and with ease he lifts Travis over his shoulder, and begins to walk off]
Deathman – “Doomed…you’re Revolution is doomed….Prepare, for the Age of Anarchy!”
***********
[Travis awakens and he is propped up against a tree. He looks around and see’s that Deathman is nowhere to be found, he reaches up to a bump on his head, but is surprised at the absence of a headache. He stands to his feet and looks around, in the distance we hear the sound of oncoming footsteps, coming from the woods, they are obviously coming towards Travis’ location, and he stiffens into a more defensive stance, suddenly a figure bursts through the treeline…]
– “BIG B!?!?!? B!!!”
[That figure is none other than former GIW Global Champion Brandon Brown, he looks up and see’s Travis, and he smiles]
Brandon – “Travis have you seen Big B? He thought he saw a Yeti and started running off into the forest!”
Travis – “No ‘The Blessed One’ can’t say he has…what the hell are you doing here anyway?”
Brandon – “Looking for the abominable snowman. I hear he lives around here…”
Travis – “Why are you looking for the Abominable Snowman if Big B is scared of Yeti’s?”
Brandon – “He’s not scared of Yeti’s”
Travis – “Then why did he run away?”
Brandon – “Because when he was younger he was humiliated whilst playing basketball by a bully!”
Travis – “That’s doesn’t explain why he ran away from a Yeti?”
Brandon – “Because it was apparently wearing a Lakers Jersey? So are you looking for Yeti’s too?”
Travis – “Hell no! ‘The Blessed One’ don’t believe in those kinda things. That damn Penguin and Deathman brought Travis Roberts here…”
Brandon – “I guess I’ll just wait here for Big B…”
Travis – “You don’t seem at all perturbed by these events. Don’t you find this really surreal?”
Brandon – “What?”
Travis – “All this!?!?!? Meeting ‘The Blessed One’ randomly in the middle of The Canadian Rockies…”
Brandon – “It’s not that surreal, I see you every week at the show…”
Travis – “But we’re not knee deep in snow there!”
Brandon – “Nah! This kinda stuff happens all the time, nothing strange about this at all! Hang on a minute, you’re being awfully nice to me? You’re friends with Declan, no friends of Declan’s are ever nice to me….are you sure you’re Travis Roberts?”
Travis - “Of course! No-one can fake being ‘the Blessed One’, who the hell do you think could?”
Brandon – “Nick Cage, he likes to fuck with me…anyway I’m getting bored just talking, I think it’s time for me to build a snowman! You wanna help?”
Travis – “We’re in the middle of The Rockies, ‘the Blessed One’ has been assaulted and left for dead by General D-Mike, why the hell would Travis Roberts want to build a snowman!?”
Brandon – “Sometimes, the world is black. And tears run from your eyes. And maybe we’ll all get really sick. Or maybe we’ll all diiiiiiie!
SOOOOOOO”
[Brandon springs around and begins to roll the base of a snowman, with a huge grin on his face, and begins to sing heartily as he constructs the basic ice sculpture]
[Brandon continues into a second verse, and all the while Travis just stands, arms dangling from his sides and mouth wide open in pure astonishment! Brandon finally finishes the Snowman, and beams at Travis!]
Brandon – “I sure do love Matt Stone and Trey Parker, the guys that do South Park. That was one of their songs, if you haven’t seen it you should check out The Snowman Song from ‘Alferd packer: the Musical’, I’m sure it’s on youtube!”
[Travis continues to stare at Brandon, who just looks directly at travis, getting a little more annoyed by his reaction. Travis finally shuts his mouth]
Travis – “How the hell can you build Snowmen at a time like this? We’re stuck in the Mountains, and you’ve lost Big B….we could die up here…”
Brandon – “No we couldn’t, I’ll just meet Big B back at the camp, I’m sure he’ll go back to the others…”
Travis – “Others?”
Brandon – “Didn’t I mention? Some of the gusy from GIW fancied a road trip before EI8HT…just head through the forest, I’m sure ya can ride to the arena in the bus with all of us…”
[Travis shudders at the thought of sharing the bus with Big B and god knows who else has come along, but decides it would only be prudent to find that bus if he wants any chance of getting to EI8HT. As he turns to enter the forest Brandon calls out]
Brandon – “For what it’s worth be careful with Declan. I know that’s exactly what you’d expect me to say, but you gotta know he cannot be trusted…”
[Travis just smiles and turns…and is in the forest, he looks around, a little shocked, but before he can think too much of it, Global Heavyweight Champion Komosube comes charging at him from behind a tree. Moving with exceptional balance, agility and speed for a man of his size charging through a cold, untamed mountain forest, The Japanese powerhouse is a foot away from Travis, and he aims a huge Superkick, an inch past Travis’ face and across his shoulder…into the Abominable Snowman!
They Yeti falls to the floor and Komo just shoves Travis out of the way, and humps on the Yeti and wrestles it’s head to the ground. Travis looks on in astonishment, as Komo begins to bellow]
Komo – “BRANDON-SAN!!!”
[He then turns and looks at Travis, laughs and then bellows]
Komo – “ALL HAIL HIROSHIMA!!!”[/i]
[He then heaves the Yeti over his shoulder and starts walking in the opposite direction. Travis just stares as the current Pinnacle of the company walks off, with a mythological creature groaning whilst slumped over the oriental’s back. Travis turns to head off deeper in the forest, but is suddenly greeted by yet another familiar face…
Andy Savana is hanging upside down from the branch of a tree, he smiles like the Cheshire Cat, and locks eyes with Travis, whilst gently swinging forwards and backwards.]
Savana – “So how longs it gonna take ‘Blessed One’?”
Travis – “This day just gets stranger…what the hell are you talking about? What is it with people throwing questions with no foundation at ‘The Headliner’ today?”
Savana – “How long until the penny finally drops Travis? Is it going to be before or after Prescott rips your dignity and soul from your body?”
Travis – “What makes you think ‘The Blessed One’ is gonna take advice from a man who relies on prescription drugs to keep it together? You know nothing about Declan…”
Savana – “You’re an intelligent man Travis, possibly the most intelligent man in this company. You know I have a history with Declan, and few in GIW know him better. I’m gonna say my piece, and you can take from it what you will. Prescott will use you just like he uses the rest of us, it’s just your humiliation is gonna be greater than most…”
Travis – “You are right, Travis Robert is intelligent, alongside ‘The Significant Player’ no-one can match our intellect. What you don’t realise Savana is that you are way out of our league. Whilst you think you have some revelation about Declan Prescott, ‘The Headliner’ sits in comfort knowing just what to expect from his partner. Just like the other feeble minds that inhabit the GIW locker room, you are constantly speculating on what Declan Prescott wil do next…and each and every time you are shocked and surprised. Unlike you and the many other window licking inhabitants of GIW, Travis Roberts can work on Declan’s level…our relationship is based on the ability to challenge one another’s minds, to push ‘The Revolution’ to greatness. The most radical, life changing events are generally surrounded by doubt and controversies…take from that what you will. Now which way is that damn bus?”
Savana – “Eager to get back, like a good little lap dog?”
Travis – “Just tell me how to get back Savana? If you wanna collect a paycheque after EI8HT you might wanna help ensure the biggest draw on the card actually makes the match and GIW isn’t sued for false advertising.”
Savana – “Just follow the yellow brick road…”
Travis – “Will you take this seriously you damn retar…”
[Whilst Travis speaks, Savana swings backwards and forwards rapidly and then somersaults over Travis’ head, stopping ‘The Blessed One’ mid sentence, he turns around to see Savana running off up a yellow brick road. Travis can’t help but start to chuckle, it seems like a laugh of desperation rather than one of humour. He finds himself walking up the road in the direction Andy Savana pranced off in.
He comes to a bridge running across an icy cold brook, when another figure starts running towards him. Arms flailing in the air and legs bending in unnatural directions. The figure gets closer and Travis lets out a large sigh, as he recognises it to be Brandon McSkinny. He starts to scream as he approaches Travis rapidly]
Skinny – “TRAVEEEES! YOU CAN’T TRUUUUUST…”
SPLASH!
[Before Brandon McSkinny can finish his sentence, Travis pushes Skinny and he goes tumbling into the brook. Without even turning to look around Travis continues walking up the path. He finally comes to a clearing and see’s a bus, he lets out a sigh of relief knowing he’ll make it to civilisation before the end of the day…but as he takes a step towards he instantly freezes up, and is unable to move, foot frozen hovering above the ground. He cannot even move his eyes, and suddenly a flash of bright light expands rapidly across his vision. Once the blurriness has receded, Travis is faced once again with the intimidating figure that is The General of Destruction. He cocks his head and walks around Travis, circling the frozen ‘Headliner’ and chuckling.]
Deathman – “Look how easily I can render you helpless Travis! You laugh at me, you seem to think that I am just some delusional fool like Asesc the Dark…you think this is some kind of gimmick? Travis, this is no gimmick, this is my life…I don’t hide behind monikers and spin.Roberts.
You should not have left the clearing, I was merely going to warn you, but now, now you have fled…now I will give you a full display of my sheer power…”
[Deathman raises his hands, and as he does so the environment melts away, and a barren wasteland spans out as far as the eye can see…then a blood red pyramid comes into focus, it rushes towards ‘The Blessed One’ and the General Destruction, until they are standing upon its top.]
Deathman – “The power of the pyramid is unknown to your kind, its mysteries remain unlocked. But to me I can harness these powers, and I can show you truly, what I can do…”
Deathman – “Do you take me seriously now? Roberts. Do you finally comprehend the true greatness of this Hell Hound? I could destroy you within the blink of an eye, I could keep you in tortuous agony for eternity…but I don’t. Because I wish to conquer this world sportingly. Dominating you all with my true powers would…be less fun. The chase excites me Travis, that is why I choose to walk your time in human form, with some human weaknesses…it is to give you all a fighting chance…
I do not rely of clever schemes and crafty alliances to get the win. I do not need help from above to take me to the top, I do not need to kiss ass to gain the advantage…I do not need to rely on trickery to gain the upper hand, I am the General of Destruction, all I need is my power….and you are merely a pawn in my game! And no doubt a pawn in Prescott’s”
[Deathaman slowly reverts into human form, and the scenery returns to that of a the stark white and grey mountains. But this time they stand above a mountain peak…Travis is released from his frozen state and almost instantly starts to rant at Deathman]
Travis – “You think you can intimidate ‘The Blessed One’ with your magic tricks? Sure Travis Roberts can’t explain that little jaunt into the unknown, but ‘The TWiSTeD Guerilla’ couldn’t tell you how make the dinosaurs look so realistic in Jurassic Park…it doesn’t mean they exist.
You’ve spent the last few months intimidating all before you, and what has it really got you General? One of the most calamitous title reigns in Pro-Wrestling history, a string of victories to boast about against the likes of Progdoor, and the utter humiliation of being played right out of the Global Title Scene by ‘The Revolution’. If you are intent on continuing with the theatrics and the scary voices, I suggest you go into B-Movie horror directing, they could do with a man of your…unique outlook in that industry…
But whilst you try to intimidate ‘The Blessed One’ you call a truce with Brandon Brown and Komosube. Surely a beast of such extraordinary power and skill as yourself would not need allies? Especially not when they could possibly be your next opponent. ‘The Blessed One’ hears that so many people are worried about his decisions, that ‘The Headliner’ is going to regret his alliance with Declan Prescoot, whilst at the same time the entire roster makes questionable decisions. Your intent on playing happy families with the men you used to call your enemies, Randy Boolzian continues to drag himself down with the Anchor that is Chris Austin, Komosube goes treasure hunting with Brandon Brown, Dylan James is trying a forced possession, Captain Saviour chose a man in a dragon suit to be his sidekick and Brandon brown is more interested in yeti’s than title matches. Yet it is ‘The Headliner’s judgement that is constantly brought into question?
When EI8HT comes to an end, when I stand tall not upon a mountaintop, but inside the squared circle, booking my place against The Global Heavyweight Champion at Battlegrounds, ‘The Blessed One’ will be justified, and his judgement deemed just…”
[Deathman shakes his head, slowly and quickly reaches out and yet again grabs Travis by the throat, cutting off the oxygen to ‘The Blessed One’s brain. He starts walking whilst holding Travis above ground towards a steep vertical drop, and he speaks as he moves.]
Deathman – “I’m going to drp you Travis, but don’t worry, you will make it to EI8HT, but I am going to drop you, so that you are prepared for when Declan does the very same. I can never forgive nor forget that night that I had to have my title striped from my hands. Have you ever felt that Travis? You’re most cherished possession taken from under your nose? It burns a hold deep down in you. That will never heal. But, you must mask that burn, you must rekindle what you had once, and make it ten times fold. You will soon see what I am talking about Travis.
But, when you think you are as low as you can go. You will look up and see Declan smiling down, saying thanks kid. Saying thanks for doing HIS dirty work, so he can come in and pick up the pieces of what is left of you. Just to drop you once more. Just to obtain what he wants…”
[With that Deathman reaches the edge and drops Travis. ‘The Blessed One’ manages to reach out and grab the side, but cannot gain purchase on anything, merely handfuls of snow, and he soon slips down and begins to fall into the oblivion, just as he sees the floor about to collide with his face, he closes his eyes…and nothing…
Travis opens his eyes, and he is greeted by the sight of his own bedroom, he lets out a sigh of relief…he begins to chuckle at the ludicrousness of his dream]
Travis – “Travis Roberts you gotta stop eating cheese before bed…”
[“The Blessed One” reaches over to a nightstand and grabs a roll up, and his laughter quickly stops as the smoke just disintegrates in his fingers, he looks in astonishment at his hands, they are soaking wet, and he looks down, just in time, to see the last snowflake melt into the sheets.]
Cab Driver – “GET OUTTA MY CAR BUDDY! I TOLD THAT DAMN PENGUIN I’D GET YOU HERE…NOW WE’RE EVEN! NOW GET OUT!?!?!?”
[Travis looks around in astonishment, amazed that such a lowly jobsworth would dare raise his voice at ‘The Blessed One’. He starts to form an objection, but for some reason thinks better of it, shrugs his shoulders, and opens the door and steps out…
Into crisp white snow. Travis looks down to see his feet covered in soft white flakes, he is buried halfway up his shins. He then looks himself up and down, and see’s he is only wearing a pair of jeans, a Monster-Magnet T-Shirt and his trademark leather jacket, not exactly winter wear. He sighs, looks up and see’s an astonishing vista of mountains, all around him. He stares in amazement at the snow capped peaks, and jaw dropping views. ‘The Headliner’ starts patting his pockets, slowly at first, whilst taking in the experience, but it soon speeds up as Travis cannot find what he is looking for. He drags his eyes, from the awesome landscape, searches his pockets and finds nothing in them. He looks up towards the heavens]
Travis – “Not even a damn smoke…where the hell did that cab go?”
[Travis looks round, and see’s some tracks leading off into the distance. When he turns back he is confronted by a large long face, and huge teeth staring back at him. The surprise makes Travis take a few steps back and in doing so the full picture comes into view.
Standing in front of Travis is a large brown horse, and straddled atop is a Canadian Mountie, dressed head to toe in traditional garments, but oddly he is holding a can of Red Bull and chugging it down. When he finishes the frosty beverage, he looks down and stares at Travis…and takes a pack of cigarettes’ out of his top pocket, takes a long drag, and then places them back in his pocket..]
Travis – “Any chance ‘The Headliner’ could partake of a…”
Mountie – “Turn back Travis!?!? Turn back…before it’s too late…[/b]”[/color]
Travis – “What are you jabbering about?”
Mountie – “That way leads to oblivion…you’re doomed…DOOMED I TELL YOU!”[/b][/color]
Travis – “Which way? Doomed? For TWiSTeD’s sake, it’s god knows how many below zero out here, ‘The Blessed One’ asks for a smoke, and you start all this mumbo jumbo. Elaborate man!”
[Instead of replying to ‘The Headliner’ The Mountie merely trots way on his horse, much to Travis’ annoyance, and as he rides further away he begins to sing…]
Mountie – “I’m the Mountie! I’m handsome, I’m brave, I’m strong! I’m the Mountie! And I enforce the law! You can try to run, but you can never hide! The Mountie, always gets his MAAAAAN!”
[The Mountie rides out of view, and Travis turns in disbelief and begins walking, after a few steps in one direction he turns, looks around and begins walking in another direction. He stops in his tracks again, and looks around 360 degrees, turning in the snow]
Travis – “It’s been said many times, Travis Roberts is no boy scout! ‘The Headliner’ does not do outdoors…that damn penguin is gonna pay…’The Blessed One’ doesn’t even recollect getting in that cab.
The last thing the ‘TWiSTeD Guerilla’ remembers was the party to celebrate to complete humiliation of Brandon Brown, Lord Deathman and Komosube…good times…that damn sneaky bird must have slipped something in Travis Roberts’ drink, bundled ‘The Blessed One’ in a car…and sent me…to the Canadian Rockies?
Well Travis, what the hell does ‘The Blessed One’ do now? It’s not often ‘The Headliner’ finds himself in a predicament this bad. And it’s serious, stuck in the middle of the mountains miles from civilisation…it’s hopeless…there is absolutely no chance of ‘The TWiSTeD Guerilla’ getting any smokes…”
[Travis decides on a direction and starts to walk in the direction The Mountie headed off in. Whilst muttering to himself about the direness of his situation ‘The Headliner’ is so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he neglects to see the man dressed in animal skins crouching in front of him, and tumbles head over heels…the man, who stands no more than 5 foot tall, jumps to his feet and points his hunting rifle in Travis’ direction, but when he see’s it’s a human being that has stumbled over him he lowers his aim]
Travis – “What the hell are you doing crouching in the snow? You could have seriously injured Travis Roberts…what possible reason have you got for being up here?”
Man – “I know you! You’we Twavis Woberts! I’mma huntin!”
Travis – “Bunny Wabbits?”
[The man’s face goes from a broad smile to a sincere expression in an instant]
Hunter – “No”
Travis – “You couldn’t help ‘The Blessed One’ get himself out of this place could you?”
Hunter – “I suwe can! You’ve come to the best place Twavis….”
Travis – “You don’t possibly have a smoke The ‘TWiSTeD Guewwilla…Guerrilla’ could bum do you?”
[The Hunter reaches into his own pocket and pulls out a silver cigarette holder, and hands one to Travis. The Blessed One places it between his lips and the hunter produces a zippo lighter and engulfs the tip of the cigarette in flame. Travis closes his eyes and slowly takes the first drag, but suddenly feels his throat begin to constrict, he opens his eyes to see the hunter wrapping his left arms around Travis. But the longer he looks the image becomes more surreal, as the Hunter begins to grow in stature. Suddenly the man towers over Travis, and his hand wraps almost fully around The Blessed Ones neck…
As the Hunter squeezes Travis neck firmer, ‘The Blessed One’ lets the cigarette slip from his lips, and seconds later observes as the man’s skin appears to melt from his body. But rather than revealing this mans carcass, and internal organs to the environment, and far more terrifying sight awaits Travis Roberts…
Lord, Deathman]
Deathman – “Do you see now Travis? Do you see you are a lesser man than I…a lesser man than most”
[The General of Destruction releases his grip on Travis and drops him to the snow. The Blessed One lies on the floor coughing and spluttering, as General D-Mike towers above him]
Deathman – “You brought this upon yourself. Roberts. You unlocked the beast within the beast. They call me ‘The General of Destruction’ because I proved I am just that. What have you done? Roberts. What makes you so ‘Blessed’…you lie at my feet in a fitting portrayal of your insignificance in my presence. I had no urge to bring pain and anguish to this world…but you drove me to it. Roberts. I am the Devil Dog…waiting and watching you tremble in fear…until I pounce an…”
[Suddenly ‘The Blessed One’ springs up and catches Lord Deathman under the chin with a swift forearm, he then swings another shot, but The General, dodges and once again squeezes Travis around the neck…]
Deathman – “Headliner? Roberts. Don’t make me laugh, what headlines have you made apart from your marriage to the Precott family? Have you eliminated dragons? Have you bundled the bodies of Aesc the Dark and Aragato into the back of two hearses? Have you been nailed to a stretcher and continued to fight? Have you ever been Global Heavyweight Champion? You headline nothing! Roberts. You may have a way with words, you may have a cunning and devious mind…but you are no match for me Travis, and many years from now, whilst sitting in your wheelchair, you will finally accept I was right…”
[As Deathman finishes his sentence, he lowrs Travis to the ground, but Travis quickly reacts with a kick to the midsection, as Deathman staggers backwards, Travis scrambles quickly, whilst coughing, towards the hunting rifle, as he nears it Deathman charges, but just as he nears Travis, The Headliner grabs the gun and slams the butt into Deathmans mask, sending The General of Destruction to the ground.
Travis walks over and kicks Deathmans head, and then stands over him regaining his breath…]
Travis – “Travis Roberts has heard some pretty strange stories in his time….but this is gonna top the lot! Stuck in Canada, in the middle of the Rockies, and who should show up? None other than Lord bloody Deathman!”
[Travis kicks Deathman again in frustration]
Travis – “But at least you provided a good punch line you big oaf! You got one thing right, ‘The Blessed One’ is definitely more intelligent than you. You think you are a headliner? Travis Roberts may have taken a fair few mind expanding substances in his time, but none of them would make that fathomable! Your achievements are a list of victories over GIW’s finest jobbers. You may doubt ‘The Blessed Ones’ calibre, but you know little of Travis Roberts’ existence before GIW. The Blessed One has many achievements he could list, but none of them matter, they bear no relevance to our current situation. All that matters General…is what happens at EI8HT, you may have the raw power, but Travis Roberts will always be one step ahead of you…”
[At this moment Deathman raises his right arm and swings it at Travis’ head, connecting and sending Travis tumbling backwards. Deathman rises to his feet, holding a large rock in his right hand, and with ease he lifts Travis over his shoulder, and begins to walk off]
Deathman – “Doomed…you’re Revolution is doomed….Prepare, for the Age of Anarchy!”
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[Travis awakens and he is propped up against a tree. He looks around and see’s that Deathman is nowhere to be found, he reaches up to a bump on his head, but is surprised at the absence of a headache. He stands to his feet and looks around, in the distance we hear the sound of oncoming footsteps, coming from the woods, they are obviously coming towards Travis’ location, and he stiffens into a more defensive stance, suddenly a figure bursts through the treeline…]
– “BIG B!?!?!? B!!!”[That figure is none other than former GIW Global Champion Brandon Brown, he looks up and see’s Travis, and he smiles]
Brandon – “Travis have you seen Big B? He thought he saw a Yeti and started running off into the forest!”
Travis – “No ‘The Blessed One’ can’t say he has…what the hell are you doing here anyway?”
Brandon – “Looking for the abominable snowman. I hear he lives around here…”
Travis – “Why are you looking for the Abominable Snowman if Big B is scared of Yeti’s?”
Brandon – “He’s not scared of Yeti’s”
Travis – “Then why did he run away?”
Brandon – “Because when he was younger he was humiliated whilst playing basketball by a bully!”
Travis – “That’s doesn’t explain why he ran away from a Yeti?”
Brandon – “Because it was apparently wearing a Lakers Jersey? So are you looking for Yeti’s too?”
Travis – “Hell no! ‘The Blessed One’ don’t believe in those kinda things. That damn Penguin and Deathman brought Travis Roberts here…”
Brandon – “I guess I’ll just wait here for Big B…”
Travis – “You don’t seem at all perturbed by these events. Don’t you find this really surreal?”
Brandon – “What?”
Travis – “All this!?!?!? Meeting ‘The Blessed One’ randomly in the middle of The Canadian Rockies…”
Brandon – “It’s not that surreal, I see you every week at the show…”
Travis – “But we’re not knee deep in snow there!”
Brandon – “Nah! This kinda stuff happens all the time, nothing strange about this at all! Hang on a minute, you’re being awfully nice to me? You’re friends with Declan, no friends of Declan’s are ever nice to me….are you sure you’re Travis Roberts?”
Travis - “Of course! No-one can fake being ‘the Blessed One’, who the hell do you think could?”
Brandon – “Nick Cage, he likes to fuck with me…anyway I’m getting bored just talking, I think it’s time for me to build a snowman! You wanna help?”
Travis – “We’re in the middle of The Rockies, ‘the Blessed One’ has been assaulted and left for dead by General D-Mike, why the hell would Travis Roberts want to build a snowman!?”
Brandon – “Sometimes, the world is black. And tears run from your eyes. And maybe we’ll all get really sick. Or maybe we’ll all diiiiiiie!
SOOOOOOO”
[Brandon springs around and begins to roll the base of a snowman, with a huge grin on his face, and begins to sing heartily as he constructs the basic ice sculpture]
Lets build a snowman, we could make it our best friend.
We could name it Bob, or we could name it George!
We can make it tall, or we can make it not so tall!
A Snowman!
It could have a happy smile, a happy face, a happy point of view!
If you build me a snowman then I’ll build one for you!”
We could name it Bob, or we could name it George!
We can make it tall, or we can make it not so tall!
A Snowman!
It could have a happy smile, a happy face, a happy point of view!
If you build me a snowman then I’ll build one for you!”
[Brandon continues into a second verse, and all the while Travis just stands, arms dangling from his sides and mouth wide open in pure astonishment! Brandon finally finishes the Snowman, and beams at Travis!]
Brandon – “I sure do love Matt Stone and Trey Parker, the guys that do South Park. That was one of their songs, if you haven’t seen it you should check out The Snowman Song from ‘Alferd packer: the Musical’, I’m sure it’s on youtube!”
[Travis continues to stare at Brandon, who just looks directly at travis, getting a little more annoyed by his reaction. Travis finally shuts his mouth]
Travis – “How the hell can you build Snowmen at a time like this? We’re stuck in the Mountains, and you’ve lost Big B….we could die up here…”
Brandon – “No we couldn’t, I’ll just meet Big B back at the camp, I’m sure he’ll go back to the others…”
Travis – “Others?”
Brandon – “Didn’t I mention? Some of the gusy from GIW fancied a road trip before EI8HT…just head through the forest, I’m sure ya can ride to the arena in the bus with all of us…”
[Travis shudders at the thought of sharing the bus with Big B and god knows who else has come along, but decides it would only be prudent to find that bus if he wants any chance of getting to EI8HT. As he turns to enter the forest Brandon calls out]
Brandon – “For what it’s worth be careful with Declan. I know that’s exactly what you’d expect me to say, but you gotta know he cannot be trusted…”
[Travis just smiles and turns…and is in the forest, he looks around, a little shocked, but before he can think too much of it, Global Heavyweight Champion Komosube comes charging at him from behind a tree. Moving with exceptional balance, agility and speed for a man of his size charging through a cold, untamed mountain forest, The Japanese powerhouse is a foot away from Travis, and he aims a huge Superkick, an inch past Travis’ face and across his shoulder…into the Abominable Snowman!
They Yeti falls to the floor and Komo just shoves Travis out of the way, and humps on the Yeti and wrestles it’s head to the ground. Travis looks on in astonishment, as Komo begins to bellow]
Komo – “BRANDON-SAN!!!”
[He then turns and looks at Travis, laughs and then bellows]
Komo – “ALL HAIL HIROSHIMA!!!”[/i]
[He then heaves the Yeti over his shoulder and starts walking in the opposite direction. Travis just stares as the current Pinnacle of the company walks off, with a mythological creature groaning whilst slumped over the oriental’s back. Travis turns to head off deeper in the forest, but is suddenly greeted by yet another familiar face…
Andy Savana is hanging upside down from the branch of a tree, he smiles like the Cheshire Cat, and locks eyes with Travis, whilst gently swinging forwards and backwards.]
Savana – “So how longs it gonna take ‘Blessed One’?”
Travis – “This day just gets stranger…what the hell are you talking about? What is it with people throwing questions with no foundation at ‘The Headliner’ today?”
Savana – “How long until the penny finally drops Travis? Is it going to be before or after Prescott rips your dignity and soul from your body?”
Travis – “What makes you think ‘The Blessed One’ is gonna take advice from a man who relies on prescription drugs to keep it together? You know nothing about Declan…”
Savana – “You’re an intelligent man Travis, possibly the most intelligent man in this company. You know I have a history with Declan, and few in GIW know him better. I’m gonna say my piece, and you can take from it what you will. Prescott will use you just like he uses the rest of us, it’s just your humiliation is gonna be greater than most…”
Travis – “You are right, Travis Robert is intelligent, alongside ‘The Significant Player’ no-one can match our intellect. What you don’t realise Savana is that you are way out of our league. Whilst you think you have some revelation about Declan Prescott, ‘The Headliner’ sits in comfort knowing just what to expect from his partner. Just like the other feeble minds that inhabit the GIW locker room, you are constantly speculating on what Declan Prescott wil do next…and each and every time you are shocked and surprised. Unlike you and the many other window licking inhabitants of GIW, Travis Roberts can work on Declan’s level…our relationship is based on the ability to challenge one another’s minds, to push ‘The Revolution’ to greatness. The most radical, life changing events are generally surrounded by doubt and controversies…take from that what you will. Now which way is that damn bus?”
Savana – “Eager to get back, like a good little lap dog?”
Travis – “Just tell me how to get back Savana? If you wanna collect a paycheque after EI8HT you might wanna help ensure the biggest draw on the card actually makes the match and GIW isn’t sued for false advertising.”
Savana – “Just follow the yellow brick road…”
Travis – “Will you take this seriously you damn retar…”
[Whilst Travis speaks, Savana swings backwards and forwards rapidly and then somersaults over Travis’ head, stopping ‘The Blessed One’ mid sentence, he turns around to see Savana running off up a yellow brick road. Travis can’t help but start to chuckle, it seems like a laugh of desperation rather than one of humour. He finds himself walking up the road in the direction Andy Savana pranced off in.
He comes to a bridge running across an icy cold brook, when another figure starts running towards him. Arms flailing in the air and legs bending in unnatural directions. The figure gets closer and Travis lets out a large sigh, as he recognises it to be Brandon McSkinny. He starts to scream as he approaches Travis rapidly]
Skinny – “TRAVEEEES! YOU CAN’T TRUUUUUST…”
SPLASH!
[Before Brandon McSkinny can finish his sentence, Travis pushes Skinny and he goes tumbling into the brook. Without even turning to look around Travis continues walking up the path. He finally comes to a clearing and see’s a bus, he lets out a sigh of relief knowing he’ll make it to civilisation before the end of the day…but as he takes a step towards he instantly freezes up, and is unable to move, foot frozen hovering above the ground. He cannot even move his eyes, and suddenly a flash of bright light expands rapidly across his vision. Once the blurriness has receded, Travis is faced once again with the intimidating figure that is The General of Destruction. He cocks his head and walks around Travis, circling the frozen ‘Headliner’ and chuckling.]
Deathman – “Look how easily I can render you helpless Travis! You laugh at me, you seem to think that I am just some delusional fool like Asesc the Dark…you think this is some kind of gimmick? Travis, this is no gimmick, this is my life…I don’t hide behind monikers and spin.Roberts.
You should not have left the clearing, I was merely going to warn you, but now, now you have fled…now I will give you a full display of my sheer power…”
[Deathman raises his hands, and as he does so the environment melts away, and a barren wasteland spans out as far as the eye can see…then a blood red pyramid comes into focus, it rushes towards ‘The Blessed One’ and the General Destruction, until they are standing upon its top.]
Deathman – “The power of the pyramid is unknown to your kind, its mysteries remain unlocked. But to me I can harness these powers, and I can show you truly, what I can do…”
Deathman – “Do you take me seriously now? Roberts. Do you finally comprehend the true greatness of this Hell Hound? I could destroy you within the blink of an eye, I could keep you in tortuous agony for eternity…but I don’t. Because I wish to conquer this world sportingly. Dominating you all with my true powers would…be less fun. The chase excites me Travis, that is why I choose to walk your time in human form, with some human weaknesses…it is to give you all a fighting chance…
I do not rely of clever schemes and crafty alliances to get the win. I do not need help from above to take me to the top, I do not need to kiss ass to gain the advantage…I do not need to rely on trickery to gain the upper hand, I am the General of Destruction, all I need is my power….and you are merely a pawn in my game! And no doubt a pawn in Prescott’s”
[Deathaman slowly reverts into human form, and the scenery returns to that of a the stark white and grey mountains. But this time they stand above a mountain peak…Travis is released from his frozen state and almost instantly starts to rant at Deathman]
Travis – “You think you can intimidate ‘The Blessed One’ with your magic tricks? Sure Travis Roberts can’t explain that little jaunt into the unknown, but ‘The TWiSTeD Guerilla’ couldn’t tell you how make the dinosaurs look so realistic in Jurassic Park…it doesn’t mean they exist.
You’ve spent the last few months intimidating all before you, and what has it really got you General? One of the most calamitous title reigns in Pro-Wrestling history, a string of victories to boast about against the likes of Progdoor, and the utter humiliation of being played right out of the Global Title Scene by ‘The Revolution’. If you are intent on continuing with the theatrics and the scary voices, I suggest you go into B-Movie horror directing, they could do with a man of your…unique outlook in that industry…
But whilst you try to intimidate ‘The Blessed One’ you call a truce with Brandon Brown and Komosube. Surely a beast of such extraordinary power and skill as yourself would not need allies? Especially not when they could possibly be your next opponent. ‘The Blessed One’ hears that so many people are worried about his decisions, that ‘The Headliner’ is going to regret his alliance with Declan Prescoot, whilst at the same time the entire roster makes questionable decisions. Your intent on playing happy families with the men you used to call your enemies, Randy Boolzian continues to drag himself down with the Anchor that is Chris Austin, Komosube goes treasure hunting with Brandon Brown, Dylan James is trying a forced possession, Captain Saviour chose a man in a dragon suit to be his sidekick and Brandon brown is more interested in yeti’s than title matches. Yet it is ‘The Headliner’s judgement that is constantly brought into question?
When EI8HT comes to an end, when I stand tall not upon a mountaintop, but inside the squared circle, booking my place against The Global Heavyweight Champion at Battlegrounds, ‘The Blessed One’ will be justified, and his judgement deemed just…”
[Deathman shakes his head, slowly and quickly reaches out and yet again grabs Travis by the throat, cutting off the oxygen to ‘The Blessed One’s brain. He starts walking whilst holding Travis above ground towards a steep vertical drop, and he speaks as he moves.]
Deathman – “I’m going to drp you Travis, but don’t worry, you will make it to EI8HT, but I am going to drop you, so that you are prepared for when Declan does the very same. I can never forgive nor forget that night that I had to have my title striped from my hands. Have you ever felt that Travis? You’re most cherished possession taken from under your nose? It burns a hold deep down in you. That will never heal. But, you must mask that burn, you must rekindle what you had once, and make it ten times fold. You will soon see what I am talking about Travis.
But, when you think you are as low as you can go. You will look up and see Declan smiling down, saying thanks kid. Saying thanks for doing HIS dirty work, so he can come in and pick up the pieces of what is left of you. Just to drop you once more. Just to obtain what he wants…”
[With that Deathman reaches the edge and drops Travis. ‘The Blessed One’ manages to reach out and grab the side, but cannot gain purchase on anything, merely handfuls of snow, and he soon slips down and begins to fall into the oblivion, just as he sees the floor about to collide with his face, he closes his eyes…and nothing…
Travis opens his eyes, and he is greeted by the sight of his own bedroom, he lets out a sigh of relief…he begins to chuckle at the ludicrousness of his dream]
Travis – “Travis Roberts you gotta stop eating cheese before bed…”
[“The Blessed One” reaches over to a nightstand and grabs a roll up, and his laughter quickly stops as the smoke just disintegrates in his fingers, he looks in astonishment at his hands, they are soaking wet, and he looks down, just in time, to see the last snowflake melt into the sheets.]
