Post by T-Robosaurus Rex on Jul 22, 2009 18:34:18 GMT -5
’This may well be the best moment of my life,’ he thought to himself.
She was strewn across the bed before him, blowing smoke rings into the air, and wiggling her toes for her own amusement. Unconscious of how incredibly seductive she was without trying, she flung her head back, causing her beautiful dark hair to cascade down her neck and back, all the while giggling at the movements of her petite feet. She catches Travis deep in thought, so Mary-Joanna Roberts ceases her laughter, and crawls across the bed to ‘The Blessed One’ on all fours, tugs at his Hawaiian shirt and then looks up at him with her deep green eyes.
‘What’s up, Doc?’ She asks softly, with a suggestive smile spreading slowly across her face.
‘I was just thinking…’ he replied.
Mary Joanna uses ‘The Headliner’s’ shirt to pull herself onto her knee’s, and bring her flawless face directly opposite to his.
‘You do know that’s what we pay eD for don’t you?’ She raises her eyebrows as she asked, but never taking the playful smile from her face.
‘Not for these thoughts we don’t’
‘Oh really?’ As Mary-Jo utters these words, she begins to unbutton ‘The Blessed Ones’ shirt, but he softly places his hands over hers stopping her in his tracks.
He was at a constant battle with his overwhelming urge to tell the woman in front of him how truly happy she made him, how she made his every breath taste that little bit sweeter. But he knew, that she did not need to hear those words, that she felt uncomfortable with verbal displays of affection of that level, that she had always protected herself from feeling too attached to any one person, and that she always tried to distance herself from her emotions. He just couldn’t tell her.
‘Not those types of thoughts either. You are insatiable woman, the things they say about marriage are completely untrue, 5 years ago today we exchanged vows, and you still can’t keep your hands off me…’ Travis chuckled and raises her hands to his mouth, planting a delicate kiss on her knuckles, if he couldn’t say how much he loved her, he’d just have to keep trying to show her every chance he had.
‘What would the point of Mary Joanna keeping her hands off ‘The Blessed One’ be? It’s the only thing you are good for, apart from your job, but that’s one place your darling doesn’t want to get near you…’
On saying these words Mary-Jo springs up and grabs Travis round the neck, pulling him onto the bed. They playfully wrestle for a while, wrapping each other’s legs around each other, and rolling around the huge bed. After a few moments, Mary-Joanna gets the upper hand and pins ‘The Headliner’ down to the bed.
‘One…Two…Three…Here is your winner, your amazing, wonderful, talented and beautiful baby, Mary-Jooooooooooaaaaaaaanaaaaaaaaaaa’ His wife throws her arms in the air and waves them around whilst bouncing up and down on Travis’, clothed, midsection. He reaches up and places his hand on the back of her neck and gently pulls her to his face, and they passionately embrace. When they finish their kiss, Mary-Joanna moves her head from his face by a couple of inches, and then tilts it.
‘Does this mean Mary-Joanna is The TWiSTeD Fight Club Undisputed Champion?’
Travis giggles at the question and responds.
‘I’m afraid it wasn’t an officially sanctioned match, a TFC representative needs to witness the defeat’
‘Well then ‘The TWiSTeD High Priestess’ demands a rematch with an official present *she licks her lips seductively*…apart from Eagle Eye, he freaks Mary-Joanna out…’ ‘The Headliners’ wife pulls a quizzical, yet extremely cute, face.
‘You really want my belt don’t you!’
‘Well maybe if you lost it, you’d take one of Mary-Joanna’s friends meetings in Hollywood, it’s just waiting for you baby! Imagine that, Mary-Jo’s baby, on the big screen! You’re face 2 storeys high…’
‘You really want me to become an actor don’t you? You know, all you need to do is ask me…’ he added in his own mind ‘I’d do anything to make you happy.’
‘Baby….how many times, it’s not about what Mary-Jo wants, your darling doesn’t want you doing something you don’t want to. If being the Highest Standard in TWiSteD Fight Club makes you happy, if it makes you complete, that’s enough for Mary-Jo’
‘Highest Standard….hmmm…I like that….’
But he knew that she wanted him to take those meetings, he knew, deep down, she secretly wanted him to lose that title, the greatest achievement of his career, so that he’d be more susceptible to the idea of Hollywood. He truly would do anything for her, that’s why he’d take those meetings, and make her think he wanted to. Sure it was his lifelong dream to be the greatest champion of them all, sure he’d worked for six years to make it to the top of his craft, but who’d been there by his side? She had. He couldn’t have done it without her, he owed her so much, but she’d never ask for anything in return. If anyone was worth sacrificing his place at the top of the Industry, it was her. If anyone’s hopes and dreams warranted him retiring from the Professional Wrestling world and forfeiting his title, hers were.
‘Well, you’ll definitely like this…’
As Mary-Joanna starts to peel off her clothes, he closes his eyes, and internally makes the decision to leave TFC in the New Year. He wasn’t going to risk losing her, they’d started something together, he was sure as hell they’d finish it together.
[‘The Headliner’ opens his eyes groggily, looks around the luxurious room, at first not recognising his surroundings, he turns his head towards the window, but jolts as a muscle twinges, he then looks down at his heavy right hand and see’s the cast and the memories come flooding back. The searing pain of his hand being crushed, his mortified realisation that Declan had been impeded, and falling for what felt like days onto the cage roof below. He looked down at the bed sheets, he had not left the bed for three days now, except for bathroom breaks, and saw his phone, he picked it up and looked at the display…
‘The Blessed One’ lets out a sign and moves to flip open the phone with his right hand, momentarily forgetting the plaster that surrounds it, and upon realisation fills with rage and hurls the phone across the bedroom smashing an elaborate mirror hanging on the opposite wall. He then reaches over and grabs the hotel phone and lefts the receiver to his face. A female voice comes across the line.]
Operator – ‘Operator, how may I help?’
Travis – ‘Can you make international calls from this phone?’
Operator – ‘We can sir, can you please read me the number’
Travis – ‘I need to speak to Declan Prescott.’
Operator – ‘I do not have his number on file sir. Could you read it to me…’
[Travis looks from the phone to the other side of the room and the shards of glass surrounding his mobile phone. He sighs]
Travis – ‘On second thoughts, could you send someone up?’
Operator – ‘Can I ask what for sir?’
Travis – ‘I’’m in the presidential suite, do I need a reason?’
Operator – ‘Oh…of course not sir, someone will be with you shortly’
[Not soon after a knock comes from Travis’ bedroom door, and a young bellhop enters on Travis command. He looks toward the mirror with a look of puzzlement and concern. Travis locks eyes with him and shrugs]
Travis – ‘Damn pigeons, huh?’
[The bellhop considers raising a question but then remembers which suite he is in, and thinks better of it]
Travis – ‘You mind bringing me my phone kid?’
Bellhop – ‘Of course sir, what was it you wanted me for?’
Travis – ‘Just that…*Travis notices the change in the bellhops expression*…Don’t worry, you’ll still get a tip…’
Bellhop – ‘Is that it? You really only wanted me to get your phone?’
Travis – ‘Look kid, I’m wallowing over here, if I don’t wanna expend any energy whilst doing so, I think I pay enough money for these faux silk sheets to do so. Enough, I imagine, to be able to get the likes of yourself to do my bidding without being questioned…’
Bellhop – ‘Sorry sir…’
[The Bellhop hands Travis his phone, and Travis motions to him to flip it open and place it in his left hand. Travis then nod’s to fifty pounds laying on the dresser, which the bellhop takes and goes to give to Travis, who shakes his head. The bellhop asks no more questions and leaves the room happy with his tip for such a bizarre few minutes work. Travis meanwhile dials his phone and raises it to his ear…after only a few rings, just long enough for Will Smith to sing Gettin’ jiggy wid it! Na! Na! Na! Na! Na! Na! Na! before the phone is answered]
Declan – ‘Hi you’ve reached the phone of The Significant Player. If I’m not answering your calls, it’s more than likely you have no use to me, leave a message and I will re-evaluate my decision at a later date.’
BEEP!
Travis – ‘Hey Dude, just ‘The Blessed One’…again…just gimme a call yeah?’
[As soon as Travis flips the phone closed, it begins to ring, and he instantly realises the mistake he has made. For a few moments he shakes his left arm vigorously until the flap slips open. He then raises the phone to his ear…]
Travis – ‘Travis…’
eD – ‘Where the hell are you?!?’
Travis – ‘Oh it’s you…I’m still in London…’
eD – ‘What the hell are you still doing there!?!?!?’
Travis – ‘Pondering…recovering…where the hell are you for that matter, why weren’t you at the show?’
eD – ‘I’m in LA, what happened to me doesn’t matter right now, we just gotta get ‘The Blessed One’ back on home soil.’
Travis – ‘Why?’
eD – ‘Because you’re main eventing Sentinel this week…’
Travis – ‘So? I shouldn’t be main eventing carnivals let alone Sentinel, who the hell is gonna miss me? Declans not returning my calls, the fans didn’t like me when I was on their side.’
eD – ‘I know I don’t count but Donovan would miss you a little, you are his partner. And moreover, you are facing Big B Brown and Alex Kiseragi. This is ‘The Blessed Ones’ chance to start righting the injustice that was Distant Whispers’
Travis – ‘Firstly Donovan will be just fine, the guy is a phenomenal athlete, and could give both those guys a run for their money if Owen Peterson isn’t involved in the match. And besides, given enough notice he could find himself another partner.
As for injustices. The simple truth is, Travis Roberts just wasn’t good enough. I can’t make excuses, and how the hell is giving Kiseragi another chance to outshine me gonna help matters? I’m not the man I used to be, that is painfully apparent. Dude I’m in my thirties, I’m not like Randy Boolzian, Alex Kiseragi and those other guys that wrestled straight after the Battleground match, I can’t keep that kinda pace anymore. Every fibre of my body is aching, and what for? The grand prize of losing the Global Heavyweight Title and disappointing Declan, just like the others that came before me! I’d suggest that Calypso had put a damn curse on that title, if it wasn’t for the fact I know that I, like the others, simply was not good enough to call themselves Global Impact Wrestling’s best’
eD – ‘Stop right there. Clearly you took some kind of bump to your head during that fall off the cage and you’ve temporarily lost all your cognitive functions. Let me go over a few things, as your agent and your friend. Firstly, ‘The Blessed One’ did not lose that title because he wasn’t good enough, merely because Alex Kiseragi was better than Brandon Brown. It was clear to all from the start that the ‘TWiSTeD Icon’ was in a glamorised handicap match, ‘The Headliners’ opponents focused on removing him from the equation by any means necessary…’
Travis – ‘So what? I was meant to be ‘The Highest Standard In GIW’, I knew what was expected of me, I relished the challenge because I thought I could rise to it. Yet I couldn’t live up to my own hype, when I went from stalker to the hunted I failed to evade my pursuers. For TWiSTeD’s sake, Komosube held the title longer than I did! After Distant Whispers it has become quite clear that Alex Kiseragi will be able to handle that pressure far better than me, he held his nerve and was victorious at Distant Whispers, and when history is recorded that is all it will say, and ultimately that is all that matters.’
eD – ‘So never mind that almost every bone in ‘The Headliners’ right hand was shattered? Let’s just forget the fact that ’The Blessed One’ was only inches away from the retaining his title despite being virtually handicapped?’
Travis – ‘Inches? Metres? Miles? It makes no difference, I didn’t retain my title, there are no ‘if’s’ or ‘but’s’, Alex Kiseragi is Global Heavyweight Champion, and he is therefore the best of us all. The fact my hand was shattered makes no difference, I knew the risks, they were the same for Brandon and Alex, they were just good enough to avoid them. I spent months calling the likes of Kiseragi and Brown retards, if that were true even that handicap should not have hindered me. Nothing and no-one else is to blame, the responsibility for my demise lays squarely at my feet.’
eD – ‘Oh come on! Surely you can at least see that if Blings guys hadn’t allowed some old man to get passed them, and if Declan hadn’t got his ass handed to him by a Pensioner, you’d be standing proud as Global Heavyweight Champion today?’
Travis – ‘Don’t lay the blame at Declan’s feet, he was only trying to do what he has done for so long, help me. The dude took a huge leap of faith when he hired me, I’d been in a coma for two years and had been out of the ring for four, no-one knew if I could still perform, but he took that risk. Man that dude let me into his inner circle and trusted me enough to plan The Revolution with me, a plot he did not even reveal to his wife. There’s no way you, or anyone else can convince me Declan is in any way shape or form to blame. I should have been able to do it without him…
See? I’m not the man I once was, phone calls to force DQ’s? Knuckle Dusters? Knuckle Dusters attached to Baseball Bats? Sure in my prime I used various, ingenious, escapades to get the win easy, but I always knew they were merely a shortcut to the inevitable outcome. Distant Whispers proved that now I am relying on these…interferences …in order to be successful! If I’m honest I’m probably lucky to have been so successful with this charade. And without Declan, I’d be nowhere. He once thought I was his equal within that ring, that I could live up to his expectations. But I’ve made him look a fool by convincing myself I could still do this.’
eD – ‘Even you gotta know that’s crap? Sure, I can buy you not wanting to put blame at Declan’s feet, but I don’t buy this ‘not good’ enough BS. ‘The Blessed One’ has been outperforming these guys week in week out, sure Travis Roberts is a few years older than he was, but with that age has come increased maturity and reading of ‘The Headliners’ opponents, not a lack of durability or hunger. The rest of this roster can think what they like, sure some of them may believe ‘The TWiSTeD Guerilla’ is a washed up has been, but Travis Roberts will show each and every one of them that he is, still, ‘The Highest Standard in GIW’, not Alex Kiseragi, not Randy Boolzian…hell not even Declan Prescott.
Sure Prescott helped ‘The Headliner’ get where he was going, but it’s not like ‘The Significant Player’ didn’t get anything in return. Sure ‘The Blessed One’ lost the title at Distant Whispers, but without ‘The Most Influential Icon in Sports Entertainment this Millenia’ at the forefront of GIW programming the company would never have staged its first pay-Per-View outside of North America. ‘The Blessed One’ may have had a quick ride back to the top, but because he was there once before, due to ‘The Headliners’ stature, GIW in turn had a quick ride to the top of the industry. ‘The TWiSTeD Icon’ has given as much as he has received to The Revolution and Declan Prescott.
If Declan doesn’t realise that, he soon will. Considering ‘The Headliner’ has been holed up in his hotel room all week, I imagine he’s failed to do any camera time for this week’s show. In which case Declan will see just how important you are when the fans refuse to sit through a pre recorded Savana dialogue in insanity with no taste of ‘The Headliner’ in sight until the main event, he’ll soon see the ratings share and come back round. ‘The Significant Player’ is an intelligent man, and he’ll quickly see how valuable an asset ‘The Blessed One’ is when the camera shy, new Global Heavyweight Champion, sucks the atmosphere out of the GIW arena with all the charisma of a black hole.
I’ll speak to him if you want, besides does he even know about Mary-Jo and the divorce? Cause that obviously had some effect on your performance…’
Travis – ‘Now who’s lost their cognitive functions? Travis Roberts doesn’t give a damn about that harpy, he always knew she was just with him for his money, it was only a matter of time. If you think Travis Roberts wasn’t prepared for this, and that it’s shaken him up, you’re a million miles from the truth! This phone calls has certainly run its course, it was a mistake to answer…’
eD – ‘Just get your ass to LA Travis, stop being difficult. We started something together, and I’m sure as hell, we’re gonna finish it!’
[End]
She was strewn across the bed before him, blowing smoke rings into the air, and wiggling her toes for her own amusement. Unconscious of how incredibly seductive she was without trying, she flung her head back, causing her beautiful dark hair to cascade down her neck and back, all the while giggling at the movements of her petite feet. She catches Travis deep in thought, so Mary-Joanna Roberts ceases her laughter, and crawls across the bed to ‘The Blessed One’ on all fours, tugs at his Hawaiian shirt and then looks up at him with her deep green eyes.
‘What’s up, Doc?’ She asks softly, with a suggestive smile spreading slowly across her face.
‘I was just thinking…’ he replied.
Mary Joanna uses ‘The Headliner’s’ shirt to pull herself onto her knee’s, and bring her flawless face directly opposite to his.
‘You do know that’s what we pay eD for don’t you?’ She raises her eyebrows as she asked, but never taking the playful smile from her face.
‘Not for these thoughts we don’t’
‘Oh really?’ As Mary-Jo utters these words, she begins to unbutton ‘The Blessed Ones’ shirt, but he softly places his hands over hers stopping her in his tracks.
He was at a constant battle with his overwhelming urge to tell the woman in front of him how truly happy she made him, how she made his every breath taste that little bit sweeter. But he knew, that she did not need to hear those words, that she felt uncomfortable with verbal displays of affection of that level, that she had always protected herself from feeling too attached to any one person, and that she always tried to distance herself from her emotions. He just couldn’t tell her.
‘Not those types of thoughts either. You are insatiable woman, the things they say about marriage are completely untrue, 5 years ago today we exchanged vows, and you still can’t keep your hands off me…’ Travis chuckled and raises her hands to his mouth, planting a delicate kiss on her knuckles, if he couldn’t say how much he loved her, he’d just have to keep trying to show her every chance he had.
‘What would the point of Mary Joanna keeping her hands off ‘The Blessed One’ be? It’s the only thing you are good for, apart from your job, but that’s one place your darling doesn’t want to get near you…’
On saying these words Mary-Jo springs up and grabs Travis round the neck, pulling him onto the bed. They playfully wrestle for a while, wrapping each other’s legs around each other, and rolling around the huge bed. After a few moments, Mary-Joanna gets the upper hand and pins ‘The Headliner’ down to the bed.
‘One…Two…Three…Here is your winner, your amazing, wonderful, talented and beautiful baby, Mary-Jooooooooooaaaaaaaanaaaaaaaaaaa’ His wife throws her arms in the air and waves them around whilst bouncing up and down on Travis’, clothed, midsection. He reaches up and places his hand on the back of her neck and gently pulls her to his face, and they passionately embrace. When they finish their kiss, Mary-Joanna moves her head from his face by a couple of inches, and then tilts it.
‘Does this mean Mary-Joanna is The TWiSTeD Fight Club Undisputed Champion?’
Travis giggles at the question and responds.
‘I’m afraid it wasn’t an officially sanctioned match, a TFC representative needs to witness the defeat’
‘Well then ‘The TWiSTeD High Priestess’ demands a rematch with an official present *she licks her lips seductively*…apart from Eagle Eye, he freaks Mary-Joanna out…’ ‘The Headliners’ wife pulls a quizzical, yet extremely cute, face.
‘You really want my belt don’t you!’
‘Well maybe if you lost it, you’d take one of Mary-Joanna’s friends meetings in Hollywood, it’s just waiting for you baby! Imagine that, Mary-Jo’s baby, on the big screen! You’re face 2 storeys high…’
‘You really want me to become an actor don’t you? You know, all you need to do is ask me…’ he added in his own mind ‘I’d do anything to make you happy.’
‘Baby….how many times, it’s not about what Mary-Jo wants, your darling doesn’t want you doing something you don’t want to. If being the Highest Standard in TWiSteD Fight Club makes you happy, if it makes you complete, that’s enough for Mary-Jo’
‘Highest Standard….hmmm…I like that….’
But he knew that she wanted him to take those meetings, he knew, deep down, she secretly wanted him to lose that title, the greatest achievement of his career, so that he’d be more susceptible to the idea of Hollywood. He truly would do anything for her, that’s why he’d take those meetings, and make her think he wanted to. Sure it was his lifelong dream to be the greatest champion of them all, sure he’d worked for six years to make it to the top of his craft, but who’d been there by his side? She had. He couldn’t have done it without her, he owed her so much, but she’d never ask for anything in return. If anyone was worth sacrificing his place at the top of the Industry, it was her. If anyone’s hopes and dreams warranted him retiring from the Professional Wrestling world and forfeiting his title, hers were.
‘Well, you’ll definitely like this…’
As Mary-Joanna starts to peel off her clothes, he closes his eyes, and internally makes the decision to leave TFC in the New Year. He wasn’t going to risk losing her, they’d started something together, he was sure as hell they’d finish it together.
[‘The Headliner’ opens his eyes groggily, looks around the luxurious room, at first not recognising his surroundings, he turns his head towards the window, but jolts as a muscle twinges, he then looks down at his heavy right hand and see’s the cast and the memories come flooding back. The searing pain of his hand being crushed, his mortified realisation that Declan had been impeded, and falling for what felt like days onto the cage roof below. He looked down at the bed sheets, he had not left the bed for three days now, except for bathroom breaks, and saw his phone, he picked it up and looked at the display…
3 MISSED CALLS
CALLER ID: eD
CALLER ID: eD
‘The Blessed One’ lets out a sign and moves to flip open the phone with his right hand, momentarily forgetting the plaster that surrounds it, and upon realisation fills with rage and hurls the phone across the bedroom smashing an elaborate mirror hanging on the opposite wall. He then reaches over and grabs the hotel phone and lefts the receiver to his face. A female voice comes across the line.]
Operator – ‘Operator, how may I help?’
Travis – ‘Can you make international calls from this phone?’
Operator – ‘We can sir, can you please read me the number’
Travis – ‘I need to speak to Declan Prescott.’
Operator – ‘I do not have his number on file sir. Could you read it to me…’
[Travis looks from the phone to the other side of the room and the shards of glass surrounding his mobile phone. He sighs]
Travis – ‘On second thoughts, could you send someone up?’
Operator – ‘Can I ask what for sir?’
Travis – ‘I’’m in the presidential suite, do I need a reason?’
Operator – ‘Oh…of course not sir, someone will be with you shortly’
[Not soon after a knock comes from Travis’ bedroom door, and a young bellhop enters on Travis command. He looks toward the mirror with a look of puzzlement and concern. Travis locks eyes with him and shrugs]
Travis – ‘Damn pigeons, huh?’
[The bellhop considers raising a question but then remembers which suite he is in, and thinks better of it]
Travis – ‘You mind bringing me my phone kid?’
Bellhop – ‘Of course sir, what was it you wanted me for?’
Travis – ‘Just that…*Travis notices the change in the bellhops expression*…Don’t worry, you’ll still get a tip…’
Bellhop – ‘Is that it? You really only wanted me to get your phone?’
Travis – ‘Look kid, I’m wallowing over here, if I don’t wanna expend any energy whilst doing so, I think I pay enough money for these faux silk sheets to do so. Enough, I imagine, to be able to get the likes of yourself to do my bidding without being questioned…’
Bellhop – ‘Sorry sir…’
[The Bellhop hands Travis his phone, and Travis motions to him to flip it open and place it in his left hand. Travis then nod’s to fifty pounds laying on the dresser, which the bellhop takes and goes to give to Travis, who shakes his head. The bellhop asks no more questions and leaves the room happy with his tip for such a bizarre few minutes work. Travis meanwhile dials his phone and raises it to his ear…after only a few rings, just long enough for Will Smith to sing Gettin’ jiggy wid it! Na! Na! Na! Na! Na! Na! Na! before the phone is answered]
Declan – ‘Hi you’ve reached the phone of The Significant Player. If I’m not answering your calls, it’s more than likely you have no use to me, leave a message and I will re-evaluate my decision at a later date.’
BEEP!
Travis – ‘Hey Dude, just ‘The Blessed One’…again…just gimme a call yeah?’
[As soon as Travis flips the phone closed, it begins to ring, and he instantly realises the mistake he has made. For a few moments he shakes his left arm vigorously until the flap slips open. He then raises the phone to his ear…]
Travis – ‘Travis…’
eD – ‘Where the hell are you?!?’
Travis – ‘Oh it’s you…I’m still in London…’
eD – ‘What the hell are you still doing there!?!?!?’
Travis – ‘Pondering…recovering…where the hell are you for that matter, why weren’t you at the show?’
eD – ‘I’m in LA, what happened to me doesn’t matter right now, we just gotta get ‘The Blessed One’ back on home soil.’
Travis – ‘Why?’
eD – ‘Because you’re main eventing Sentinel this week…’
Travis – ‘So? I shouldn’t be main eventing carnivals let alone Sentinel, who the hell is gonna miss me? Declans not returning my calls, the fans didn’t like me when I was on their side.’
eD – ‘I know I don’t count but Donovan would miss you a little, you are his partner. And moreover, you are facing Big B Brown and Alex Kiseragi. This is ‘The Blessed Ones’ chance to start righting the injustice that was Distant Whispers’
Travis – ‘Firstly Donovan will be just fine, the guy is a phenomenal athlete, and could give both those guys a run for their money if Owen Peterson isn’t involved in the match. And besides, given enough notice he could find himself another partner.
As for injustices. The simple truth is, Travis Roberts just wasn’t good enough. I can’t make excuses, and how the hell is giving Kiseragi another chance to outshine me gonna help matters? I’m not the man I used to be, that is painfully apparent. Dude I’m in my thirties, I’m not like Randy Boolzian, Alex Kiseragi and those other guys that wrestled straight after the Battleground match, I can’t keep that kinda pace anymore. Every fibre of my body is aching, and what for? The grand prize of losing the Global Heavyweight Title and disappointing Declan, just like the others that came before me! I’d suggest that Calypso had put a damn curse on that title, if it wasn’t for the fact I know that I, like the others, simply was not good enough to call themselves Global Impact Wrestling’s best’
eD – ‘Stop right there. Clearly you took some kind of bump to your head during that fall off the cage and you’ve temporarily lost all your cognitive functions. Let me go over a few things, as your agent and your friend. Firstly, ‘The Blessed One’ did not lose that title because he wasn’t good enough, merely because Alex Kiseragi was better than Brandon Brown. It was clear to all from the start that the ‘TWiSTeD Icon’ was in a glamorised handicap match, ‘The Headliners’ opponents focused on removing him from the equation by any means necessary…’
Travis – ‘So what? I was meant to be ‘The Highest Standard In GIW’, I knew what was expected of me, I relished the challenge because I thought I could rise to it. Yet I couldn’t live up to my own hype, when I went from stalker to the hunted I failed to evade my pursuers. For TWiSTeD’s sake, Komosube held the title longer than I did! After Distant Whispers it has become quite clear that Alex Kiseragi will be able to handle that pressure far better than me, he held his nerve and was victorious at Distant Whispers, and when history is recorded that is all it will say, and ultimately that is all that matters.’
eD – ‘So never mind that almost every bone in ‘The Headliners’ right hand was shattered? Let’s just forget the fact that ’The Blessed One’ was only inches away from the retaining his title despite being virtually handicapped?’
Travis – ‘Inches? Metres? Miles? It makes no difference, I didn’t retain my title, there are no ‘if’s’ or ‘but’s’, Alex Kiseragi is Global Heavyweight Champion, and he is therefore the best of us all. The fact my hand was shattered makes no difference, I knew the risks, they were the same for Brandon and Alex, they were just good enough to avoid them. I spent months calling the likes of Kiseragi and Brown retards, if that were true even that handicap should not have hindered me. Nothing and no-one else is to blame, the responsibility for my demise lays squarely at my feet.’
eD – ‘Oh come on! Surely you can at least see that if Blings guys hadn’t allowed some old man to get passed them, and if Declan hadn’t got his ass handed to him by a Pensioner, you’d be standing proud as Global Heavyweight Champion today?’
Travis – ‘Don’t lay the blame at Declan’s feet, he was only trying to do what he has done for so long, help me. The dude took a huge leap of faith when he hired me, I’d been in a coma for two years and had been out of the ring for four, no-one knew if I could still perform, but he took that risk. Man that dude let me into his inner circle and trusted me enough to plan The Revolution with me, a plot he did not even reveal to his wife. There’s no way you, or anyone else can convince me Declan is in any way shape or form to blame. I should have been able to do it without him…
See? I’m not the man I once was, phone calls to force DQ’s? Knuckle Dusters? Knuckle Dusters attached to Baseball Bats? Sure in my prime I used various, ingenious, escapades to get the win easy, but I always knew they were merely a shortcut to the inevitable outcome. Distant Whispers proved that now I am relying on these…interferences …in order to be successful! If I’m honest I’m probably lucky to have been so successful with this charade. And without Declan, I’d be nowhere. He once thought I was his equal within that ring, that I could live up to his expectations. But I’ve made him look a fool by convincing myself I could still do this.’
eD – ‘Even you gotta know that’s crap? Sure, I can buy you not wanting to put blame at Declan’s feet, but I don’t buy this ‘not good’ enough BS. ‘The Blessed One’ has been outperforming these guys week in week out, sure Travis Roberts is a few years older than he was, but with that age has come increased maturity and reading of ‘The Headliners’ opponents, not a lack of durability or hunger. The rest of this roster can think what they like, sure some of them may believe ‘The TWiSTeD Guerilla’ is a washed up has been, but Travis Roberts will show each and every one of them that he is, still, ‘The Highest Standard in GIW’, not Alex Kiseragi, not Randy Boolzian…hell not even Declan Prescott.
Sure Prescott helped ‘The Headliner’ get where he was going, but it’s not like ‘The Significant Player’ didn’t get anything in return. Sure ‘The Blessed One’ lost the title at Distant Whispers, but without ‘The Most Influential Icon in Sports Entertainment this Millenia’ at the forefront of GIW programming the company would never have staged its first pay-Per-View outside of North America. ‘The Blessed One’ may have had a quick ride back to the top, but because he was there once before, due to ‘The Headliners’ stature, GIW in turn had a quick ride to the top of the industry. ‘The TWiSTeD Icon’ has given as much as he has received to The Revolution and Declan Prescott.
If Declan doesn’t realise that, he soon will. Considering ‘The Headliner’ has been holed up in his hotel room all week, I imagine he’s failed to do any camera time for this week’s show. In which case Declan will see just how important you are when the fans refuse to sit through a pre recorded Savana dialogue in insanity with no taste of ‘The Headliner’ in sight until the main event, he’ll soon see the ratings share and come back round. ‘The Significant Player’ is an intelligent man, and he’ll quickly see how valuable an asset ‘The Blessed One’ is when the camera shy, new Global Heavyweight Champion, sucks the atmosphere out of the GIW arena with all the charisma of a black hole.
I’ll speak to him if you want, besides does he even know about Mary-Jo and the divorce? Cause that obviously had some effect on your performance…’
Travis – ‘Now who’s lost their cognitive functions? Travis Roberts doesn’t give a damn about that harpy, he always knew she was just with him for his money, it was only a matter of time. If you think Travis Roberts wasn’t prepared for this, and that it’s shaken him up, you’re a million miles from the truth! This phone calls has certainly run its course, it was a mistake to answer…’
eD – ‘Just get your ass to LA Travis, stop being difficult. We started something together, and I’m sure as hell, we’re gonna finish it!’
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