Post by T-Robosaurus Rex on Jul 22, 2009 19:01:48 GMT -5
[A white door. Usually such an object deserves no time or effort to describe, but it’s appearance strikes as one that deems further observation. At first glance it seems to be just a normal, household door, but on closer inspection we realise it is far from normal. The paint is peeling from the surface, and the wood beneath is visibly rotting. The entire length of the door has gauges from the top to the bottom, as if some creature or animal had been frantically trying to escape the corridor and gain entry to the room within.
There is a keyhole, but it has been filled in with some putty like substance, which seems freshly inserted into the hole. The mounting of the keyhole also displays signs of wear, the metal displaying numerous scratches around said hole. Finally, and possibly, most confusingly, in sporadic areas it seems as though someone has attempted to varnish small areas of the door, maybe by flicking it off the brush, as certain areas of the door display a shine, in a splattered pattern.
Before we can concentrate any further upon the door, we hear the sound of a large bolt slide from the other side, the rustle of chains, and the turning of a key in what we assume is a padlock. The door then open’s just a crack, and for a few moments there is no further motion. Then the door swings open abruptly, and we are greeted by the familiar sight of The GIW Unified Global Champion, Travis Roberts.
‘The Headliner’ stands in our vision, pulling his trademark leather jacket, over a ‘Flash Gordon’ t-shirt, onto his torso. He rubs his eyes and we focus our attention on ‘The Blessed One’, who much like the door, has seen better days. His hair, which last week was merely unkempt, is now almost matted into the kind of dreadlocks no-one finds fashionable. His face is covered in stubble, and two day old cuts. His eyes are under siege from large black circles, and his eyeballs are redder than usual. He reaches into his top pocket, removes his pair of Aviator glasses and places them on his face. At this time we also notice that the protective cast covering his damaged hand is covered in cat fur and grime.
‘The TWiSTeD Guerilla’ closes the door behind him, neglecting to lock it on his way out, and steps into the corridor, with a confused and perplexed look on his face, a look which must be noted has been plastered across his face since he appeared in front of us. As he makes his way down the hall, he continues to look over his shoulder, and his neglect to look where he is going causes him to bump directly into the man mountain that is McZygmunt Cubed...]
Munt – ‘Gud Morning Trarvis...Vakey, Vakey, Sleepy head!’
Travis – ‘Uh....yeah....must’ve overslept...have you seen Declan...’
Munt – ‘Declarn?...No.’
Travis – ‘Strange...he rarely leaves in the morning without going over plans...’
Munt – ‘Maybe he iz taking an shower?’
[Travis recoils from Munt with a look of horror usually reserved for mothers when confronted with the suggestion that The Crimson Ghost be left alone with their children]
Travis – ‘Here?...ALONE?[/b]’[/color]
Munt – ‘Errrm....Yar?’
Travis – ‘Yeah...thanks for your help...Declan?!?’
[Travis manoeuvres past Munt and continues on down the hall, calling out for ‘The Significant Player’ every few moments. He soon comes out into the main lounge room of the halfway house. Claire is passed out on the sofa, as the frenetic ball of fur known as Crazy Cat Lady snores away on a chair as her feline friends climb all over her. It is Joka that springs in front of Travis as he enters the room calling for GIW’s estranged owner]
Travis – ‘Declan?’
Joka – ‘Ahahahaha...Joka licked a face....Mr Prescott Packed His Case...Declan left...Travis bereft...Joka licked a face...’
[The Paedophile Clown goes lunging towards ‘The Headliner’ who sidesteps and sends Joka’s skull crashing into the wall...]
Travis – ‘DECLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!?!?!?!?[/b]’[/color]
[As Travis’ desperate face lets out this scream of frustration and fear, the scene fades out and reopens with a gangly young man staring back at us. He is wearing a red cap and apron, and a badge which says ‘MY NAME IS : TOD’, he pulls an unconvincing smile, before shifting his eyes in another direction and beginning to speak, whilst obviously focusing on something other than the intended target, as his eyes drift slowly leftwards.]
Todd – ‘Welcome to...Coffee-A-...Go-Go...How can I...help?’
Travis – ‘Travis Roberts would like a coffee...
[Tod’s eyes continue to drift leftwards, as Travis stands impatiently at the counter. We then see what has distracted Todd as a blonde, leggy girl is at the other end of the counter applying sugar to her chosen beverage and sucking the foam off of the stirrer...]
Travis – ‘Please don’t say you’re distracted by some low rent harpy...have you heard a damn word ‘The Blessed One’ has said?’
[Tod’s attention suddenly snaps back, and he looks directly back at Travis, with a level of disdain]
Tod – ‘I’m sorry sir, I am working here, I don’t have time for a religious intervention, and frankly, to be honest, despite my job I am an educated person, and I believe in cold hard science...I have no need to believe in a fairy tale...so with all due respect, if you believe some blessed one is speaking to you....your obviously schizophrenic...’
Travis – ‘No...’The Blessed’...What Travis Roberts is trying to say is you have misunderstood ‘The Headliner’, ‘The TWiSteD Icon’ was not speaking of religion, or even philosophy, merely stating that the man before you is ‘Blessed’, and cold, hard science will prove that given the chance, and that ‘The Most Influential Icon in Sports Entertainment this Millennia’ would like to partake of one of your beverages.’
[As Travis finishes Tod merely stares directly at him, and doesn’t say a word for a good ten seconds. He then raises his eyebrows towards Travis, in a gesture suggesting he expects ‘The Headliner’ to continue, but once he doesn’t he Tod’s face turns into a frown and he sighs before speaking.]
Tod – ‘Even if I did understand a word of what you just said, I don’t have time to enter into discussions with every crazy rambling man that walks in off the street...Man, this is LA! If I entertained every psychiatric outpatient and burnt out actor’s need for conversation I’d never get any work done, nor would I have stayed sane...Now would you like a coffee...it’s a simple yes or no answer...I don’t need a stream of nonsensical crazy to spew from your mouth...’
[Travis Jaw just drops down aghast, for a moment he is left speechless, but he finally, slowly forms a sentence]
Travis – ‘Get your supervisor now...’
Tos – ‘Sir I am the duty manager, I can give you the number of our customer service department, on the off chance you own a phone, but honestly it won’t do much good. Firstly they are unlikely to have much more patience for your insanity than I, and secondly this is my last day before I go travelling...so coffee?’
Travis – ‘Sure’
[Travis mutters the word as if defeated for the first time in his life, we can almost sense his complete alienation. As he hangs his head, the scene fades out once more, and then it opens up again, but we quickly rejoin ‘The Headliner’ in yet another conversation, this time with a maitre de]
Maitre De – ‘I am sorry Mr Roberts, but I cannot give you a table if you have not booked...no matter what your standing within the Sports Entertainment industry...’
Travis – ‘What do you mean, ‘The Headliner’ always dines at this institute on the first Thursday of the month, ‘The Blessed One’ has never had a problem before, Travis Roberts has never had to make a reservation, ‘The TWiSTeD icon’ merely walks in and takes his place, right there...in that booth...’
Maitre De – ‘I am afraid, Mr Roberts, that you have always required a reservation to dine here...’
Travis – ‘Well no-one’s in the booth now, what’s the problem with ‘The Headliner’ getting his customary rib-eye steak...’
Maitre De – ‘I’m afraid that all our tables our reserved for the entire afternoon...and the guests for the booth you speak of our about to arrive momentarily...actually I think this is them now...’
[The view switches to the huge, frosted glass doors of the restaurant which swing open almost on command, and we are presented with a familiar face. The big white eyes, the oval shaped head, the dark, thick eyebrows, and all over yellow fur can only belong to one person, and one person only, Travis’ former Agent and friend eD cASe.
Following the stingless puppet, dressed in an elegant black trouser suit and 3 inch high heels walks ‘The Headliners’ estranged wife Mary-Joanna Roberts. As they enter eD’s face lights up at the sight of Travis, as a smirk of self satisfaction spreads across MJ’s face...
eD walks quickly up to Travis with his hand outstretched...]
eD – ‘Travis....how are you! It’s been a while, you ready for this weekend champ? Back in the main event, where you belong!
[Travis ignores eD completely, not once looking at him, his eyes fixed directly upon the women than left him whilst he lay in a coma. She comes across and puts her hand on the furry head of eD, puts her lips and begins to speak]
MJ – ‘eDison, you should know Travis better than that, you no longer exist in his reality, because you dared to try and further your own life, ahead of his. Belive Mary-Joanna when she says she knows just what it’s like, and it’s why we make such a good team. You and MJ both know how it is to live under the yoke of this egomaniacal control freak, and we both relish and grasp hold of any opportunity we have to further ourselves after freeing ourselves from his hold...
Anyway, how are you Travis, having trouble getting a table? MJ hears this is a very exclusive venue, you have to book weeks in advance, it’s a good thing ‘The TWiSTeD Heiress’ has such a fantastic agent...eDison would you be a dear and go and wait at the table...MJ will be over in a moment and we can discuss our meeting on Sunday with Boss P’
[eD takes one last, hopeful look towards Travis, his eyes pleading for ‘The Blessed One’ to at least acknowledge his presence via even a brief look, but to no avail, as ‘The Headliners’ focus remains solely on Mary-Joanna. He then drags his feet as he makes his way to the booth Travis had been coveting only moments earlier.]
MJ – ‘So Travis are you ready for our pre-trial, it’s not long after Infinity you know? Are you going to be civil when we meet, or will I need to instruct my lawyers to ensure they have plenty of coffee to keep them awake through many of your legendary rants?’
Travis – ‘You are a conniving bitch.’
MJ – ‘Finally! At last, Travis Roberts has finally shown some sort of emotion, other than ambivalence to the end of his marriage, MJ will be honest she was beginning to wonder if all that smoking had finally left you numb and soulless for real, rather than it being the act Mary-Joanna had started to grow tired of...’
Travis – ‘Travis Roberts...can’t believe...just cannot fathom....that you have stolen his table! Of all the things to deny ‘The Headliner’ of, his first Thursday of the month rib eye is just an abuse...you’re sick!’
[With that, Travis storms off out of the restaurant through the doors, as Mary-Joanna is just left standing looking stunned, as she turns to join eD, the scene fades out once more. When the picture reforms we see Travis on the sidewalk, many elderly people entering the building in front of him, shuffling past him with walking aids of all shapes and sizes. ‘The Blessed One’ looks upwards and our view follows, and we see the sign above the building reads: ‘Golden Country Buffet’]
Travis – ‘A man’s got to eat...’
[The scene once again fades out, and then we abruptly are faced with a surreal close up view of ‘The Headliners’ face, less the Aviators. It is clear he is looking into a mirror, due to the cracks that distort his appearance. He raises three hands to his face and rub’s all three of his eyes, and then begins to speak to himself in the mirror...]
Travis – ‘How the hell did it get to this? Seriously, how is it possible that this has happened...it’s beyond the laws of logic. Little over two months ago, ‘The Blessed One’ stood tall and proud after Unifying the Global Heavyweight Championship, the GIW Hardcore Championship and the TWiSTeD Fight Club Undisputed Championship.
Fast forward to today, and it has taken ‘The Blessed One’ over 6 hours to get one cup of lousy coffee and a plate of potatoes, surely this is not the way GIW’s first ever Unified Global Champion should exist. Hell, last month Travis Roberts had no problem getting a rib eye steak, and all ‘The Headliner’ had to do was think he was dehydrated and a beverage would appear.
‘The Blessed One’ could kill for a smoke right now, but that damn illiterate circus immigrant is making it difficult to get Zeke to roll, ‘The TWiSteD Icon’ would have expected he’d know his place after being unable to finish off ‘The Blessed One’ last week. Instead, Travis Roberts stands here, in the bathroom of this cesspit of a house, on his own, with no-one to turn to...
Declan seems to have disappeared off the face of the planet, ‘The Headliner’ cannot get in contact with Cara...or Brandon McSkinny....Travis Roberts would be worried if it were anyone other than ‘The Significant Player’, but ‘The Blessed One’ knows Declan never does anything without thinking it through, if ‘The Heart and Soul of GIW’ felt it was necessary to go into hiding, ‘The TWiSTeD Guerrilla’ isn’t going to second guess his decision...
That being said, it leaves ‘The Headliner’ in somewhat of a predicament, and it’s gonna take all of ‘The Blessed Ones’ guile and genius to survive from now on. There is no turning back, nowhere else to go, no-way will ‘The TWiSTeD Guerrilla’ admit defeat. Sure, Declan had his contacts and kept us clothed and fed, was able to get cars to pick us up, made appointments...
To highlight the magnitude of ‘The Blessed Ones’ task, on Sunday night Travis Roberts is going to have to carry both Donovan Hastings and Andy Savana, assuming the former even makes it to the arena without being distracting by something bright and shiny and getting arrested for committing arson on said object. Whilst Hastings is pleasant enough, for a deranged lunatic, and he certainly has ability, but whether he’s on the same page as ‘The Headliner’ is a different question. If this is one of the nights where Donovan decides to embark on a vendetta against the timekeeper, or begins having an argument with the guard rail, Travis Roberts is going to be on his own.
Which would be fitting given the events of the last few weeks, everything ‘The TWiSTeD Icon’ has known and relied on has been cruelly stripped away, piece by piece. It started on the road to Horizons that much is sure, but how...how could it all be happening, there must be a cause, a reason...there must be a way for Travis Roberts to start to reverse this...all ‘The Blessed One’ need do, is find the catalyst...’
[Travis stops mid sentence, and looks back up into the mirror, his eyes widen with realisation, a thought has struck his mind]
Travis – ‘Of course...all this time ‘The Headliner’ has had his eyes closed to the obvious, the divorce proceedings, the loss of his home, the absence of delicacies...it has all been driven, and motivated by one force. One factor has influenced ‘The Blessed Ones’ recent fates, one individual is to blame for all that has befallen Travis Roberts in recent months.
‘The Headliner’ is no longer oblivious, ‘The TWiSTeD Guerrilla’ will no longer stand by idly and flippantly dismiss this individual...instead it is time for Travis Roberts to fight the injustice, to stand up and display just why ‘The Blessed One’ is GIW Unified Global Champion...and there is only one way to do that...’The Most Influential Icon in Sports Entertainment this Millennia’ must destroy....Randy Boolzian.’
[With that Travis looks directly into his own eyes, and then places his Aviators over them as the scene fades away one last time.]
There is a keyhole, but it has been filled in with some putty like substance, which seems freshly inserted into the hole. The mounting of the keyhole also displays signs of wear, the metal displaying numerous scratches around said hole. Finally, and possibly, most confusingly, in sporadic areas it seems as though someone has attempted to varnish small areas of the door, maybe by flicking it off the brush, as certain areas of the door display a shine, in a splattered pattern.
Before we can concentrate any further upon the door, we hear the sound of a large bolt slide from the other side, the rustle of chains, and the turning of a key in what we assume is a padlock. The door then open’s just a crack, and for a few moments there is no further motion. Then the door swings open abruptly, and we are greeted by the familiar sight of The GIW Unified Global Champion, Travis Roberts.
‘The Headliner’ stands in our vision, pulling his trademark leather jacket, over a ‘Flash Gordon’ t-shirt, onto his torso. He rubs his eyes and we focus our attention on ‘The Blessed One’, who much like the door, has seen better days. His hair, which last week was merely unkempt, is now almost matted into the kind of dreadlocks no-one finds fashionable. His face is covered in stubble, and two day old cuts. His eyes are under siege from large black circles, and his eyeballs are redder than usual. He reaches into his top pocket, removes his pair of Aviator glasses and places them on his face. At this time we also notice that the protective cast covering his damaged hand is covered in cat fur and grime.
‘The TWiSTeD Guerilla’ closes the door behind him, neglecting to lock it on his way out, and steps into the corridor, with a confused and perplexed look on his face, a look which must be noted has been plastered across his face since he appeared in front of us. As he makes his way down the hall, he continues to look over his shoulder, and his neglect to look where he is going causes him to bump directly into the man mountain that is McZygmunt Cubed...]
Munt – ‘Gud Morning Trarvis...Vakey, Vakey, Sleepy head!’
Travis – ‘Uh....yeah....must’ve overslept...have you seen Declan...’
Munt – ‘Declarn?...No.’
Travis – ‘Strange...he rarely leaves in the morning without going over plans...’
Munt – ‘Maybe he iz taking an shower?’
[Travis recoils from Munt with a look of horror usually reserved for mothers when confronted with the suggestion that The Crimson Ghost be left alone with their children]
Travis – ‘Here?...ALONE?[/b]’[/color]
Munt – ‘Errrm....Yar?’
Travis – ‘Yeah...thanks for your help...Declan?!?’
[Travis manoeuvres past Munt and continues on down the hall, calling out for ‘The Significant Player’ every few moments. He soon comes out into the main lounge room of the halfway house. Claire is passed out on the sofa, as the frenetic ball of fur known as Crazy Cat Lady snores away on a chair as her feline friends climb all over her. It is Joka that springs in front of Travis as he enters the room calling for GIW’s estranged owner]
Travis – ‘Declan?’
Joka – ‘Ahahahaha...Joka licked a face....Mr Prescott Packed His Case...Declan left...Travis bereft...Joka licked a face...’
[The Paedophile Clown goes lunging towards ‘The Headliner’ who sidesteps and sends Joka’s skull crashing into the wall...]
Travis – ‘DECLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!?!?!?!?[/b]’[/color]
[As Travis’ desperate face lets out this scream of frustration and fear, the scene fades out and reopens with a gangly young man staring back at us. He is wearing a red cap and apron, and a badge which says ‘MY NAME IS : TOD’, he pulls an unconvincing smile, before shifting his eyes in another direction and beginning to speak, whilst obviously focusing on something other than the intended target, as his eyes drift slowly leftwards.]
Todd – ‘Welcome to...Coffee-A-...Go-Go...How can I...help?’
Travis – ‘Travis Roberts would like a coffee...
[Tod’s eyes continue to drift leftwards, as Travis stands impatiently at the counter. We then see what has distracted Todd as a blonde, leggy girl is at the other end of the counter applying sugar to her chosen beverage and sucking the foam off of the stirrer...]
Travis – ‘Please don’t say you’re distracted by some low rent harpy...have you heard a damn word ‘The Blessed One’ has said?’
[Tod’s attention suddenly snaps back, and he looks directly back at Travis, with a level of disdain]
Tod – ‘I’m sorry sir, I am working here, I don’t have time for a religious intervention, and frankly, to be honest, despite my job I am an educated person, and I believe in cold hard science...I have no need to believe in a fairy tale...so with all due respect, if you believe some blessed one is speaking to you....your obviously schizophrenic...’
Travis – ‘No...’The Blessed’...What Travis Roberts is trying to say is you have misunderstood ‘The Headliner’, ‘The TWiSteD Icon’ was not speaking of religion, or even philosophy, merely stating that the man before you is ‘Blessed’, and cold, hard science will prove that given the chance, and that ‘The Most Influential Icon in Sports Entertainment this Millennia’ would like to partake of one of your beverages.’
[As Travis finishes Tod merely stares directly at him, and doesn’t say a word for a good ten seconds. He then raises his eyebrows towards Travis, in a gesture suggesting he expects ‘The Headliner’ to continue, but once he doesn’t he Tod’s face turns into a frown and he sighs before speaking.]
Tod – ‘Even if I did understand a word of what you just said, I don’t have time to enter into discussions with every crazy rambling man that walks in off the street...Man, this is LA! If I entertained every psychiatric outpatient and burnt out actor’s need for conversation I’d never get any work done, nor would I have stayed sane...Now would you like a coffee...it’s a simple yes or no answer...I don’t need a stream of nonsensical crazy to spew from your mouth...’
[Travis Jaw just drops down aghast, for a moment he is left speechless, but he finally, slowly forms a sentence]
Travis – ‘Get your supervisor now...’
Tos – ‘Sir I am the duty manager, I can give you the number of our customer service department, on the off chance you own a phone, but honestly it won’t do much good. Firstly they are unlikely to have much more patience for your insanity than I, and secondly this is my last day before I go travelling...so coffee?’
Travis – ‘Sure’
[Travis mutters the word as if defeated for the first time in his life, we can almost sense his complete alienation. As he hangs his head, the scene fades out once more, and then it opens up again, but we quickly rejoin ‘The Headliner’ in yet another conversation, this time with a maitre de]
Maitre De – ‘I am sorry Mr Roberts, but I cannot give you a table if you have not booked...no matter what your standing within the Sports Entertainment industry...’
Travis – ‘What do you mean, ‘The Headliner’ always dines at this institute on the first Thursday of the month, ‘The Blessed One’ has never had a problem before, Travis Roberts has never had to make a reservation, ‘The TWiSTeD icon’ merely walks in and takes his place, right there...in that booth...’
Maitre De – ‘I am afraid, Mr Roberts, that you have always required a reservation to dine here...’
Travis – ‘Well no-one’s in the booth now, what’s the problem with ‘The Headliner’ getting his customary rib-eye steak...’
Maitre De – ‘I’m afraid that all our tables our reserved for the entire afternoon...and the guests for the booth you speak of our about to arrive momentarily...actually I think this is them now...’
[The view switches to the huge, frosted glass doors of the restaurant which swing open almost on command, and we are presented with a familiar face. The big white eyes, the oval shaped head, the dark, thick eyebrows, and all over yellow fur can only belong to one person, and one person only, Travis’ former Agent and friend eD cASe.
Following the stingless puppet, dressed in an elegant black trouser suit and 3 inch high heels walks ‘The Headliners’ estranged wife Mary-Joanna Roberts. As they enter eD’s face lights up at the sight of Travis, as a smirk of self satisfaction spreads across MJ’s face...
eD walks quickly up to Travis with his hand outstretched...]
eD – ‘Travis....how are you! It’s been a while, you ready for this weekend champ? Back in the main event, where you belong!
[Travis ignores eD completely, not once looking at him, his eyes fixed directly upon the women than left him whilst he lay in a coma. She comes across and puts her hand on the furry head of eD, puts her lips and begins to speak]
MJ – ‘eDison, you should know Travis better than that, you no longer exist in his reality, because you dared to try and further your own life, ahead of his. Belive Mary-Joanna when she says she knows just what it’s like, and it’s why we make such a good team. You and MJ both know how it is to live under the yoke of this egomaniacal control freak, and we both relish and grasp hold of any opportunity we have to further ourselves after freeing ourselves from his hold...
Anyway, how are you Travis, having trouble getting a table? MJ hears this is a very exclusive venue, you have to book weeks in advance, it’s a good thing ‘The TWiSTeD Heiress’ has such a fantastic agent...eDison would you be a dear and go and wait at the table...MJ will be over in a moment and we can discuss our meeting on Sunday with Boss P’
[eD takes one last, hopeful look towards Travis, his eyes pleading for ‘The Blessed One’ to at least acknowledge his presence via even a brief look, but to no avail, as ‘The Headliners’ focus remains solely on Mary-Joanna. He then drags his feet as he makes his way to the booth Travis had been coveting only moments earlier.]
MJ – ‘So Travis are you ready for our pre-trial, it’s not long after Infinity you know? Are you going to be civil when we meet, or will I need to instruct my lawyers to ensure they have plenty of coffee to keep them awake through many of your legendary rants?’
Travis – ‘You are a conniving bitch.’
MJ – ‘Finally! At last, Travis Roberts has finally shown some sort of emotion, other than ambivalence to the end of his marriage, MJ will be honest she was beginning to wonder if all that smoking had finally left you numb and soulless for real, rather than it being the act Mary-Joanna had started to grow tired of...’
Travis – ‘Travis Roberts...can’t believe...just cannot fathom....that you have stolen his table! Of all the things to deny ‘The Headliner’ of, his first Thursday of the month rib eye is just an abuse...you’re sick!’
[With that, Travis storms off out of the restaurant through the doors, as Mary-Joanna is just left standing looking stunned, as she turns to join eD, the scene fades out once more. When the picture reforms we see Travis on the sidewalk, many elderly people entering the building in front of him, shuffling past him with walking aids of all shapes and sizes. ‘The Blessed One’ looks upwards and our view follows, and we see the sign above the building reads: ‘Golden Country Buffet’]
Travis – ‘A man’s got to eat...’
[The scene once again fades out, and then we abruptly are faced with a surreal close up view of ‘The Headliners’ face, less the Aviators. It is clear he is looking into a mirror, due to the cracks that distort his appearance. He raises three hands to his face and rub’s all three of his eyes, and then begins to speak to himself in the mirror...]
Travis – ‘How the hell did it get to this? Seriously, how is it possible that this has happened...it’s beyond the laws of logic. Little over two months ago, ‘The Blessed One’ stood tall and proud after Unifying the Global Heavyweight Championship, the GIW Hardcore Championship and the TWiSTeD Fight Club Undisputed Championship.
Fast forward to today, and it has taken ‘The Blessed One’ over 6 hours to get one cup of lousy coffee and a plate of potatoes, surely this is not the way GIW’s first ever Unified Global Champion should exist. Hell, last month Travis Roberts had no problem getting a rib eye steak, and all ‘The Headliner’ had to do was think he was dehydrated and a beverage would appear.
‘The Blessed One’ could kill for a smoke right now, but that damn illiterate circus immigrant is making it difficult to get Zeke to roll, ‘The TWiSteD Icon’ would have expected he’d know his place after being unable to finish off ‘The Blessed One’ last week. Instead, Travis Roberts stands here, in the bathroom of this cesspit of a house, on his own, with no-one to turn to...
Declan seems to have disappeared off the face of the planet, ‘The Headliner’ cannot get in contact with Cara...or Brandon McSkinny....Travis Roberts would be worried if it were anyone other than ‘The Significant Player’, but ‘The Blessed One’ knows Declan never does anything without thinking it through, if ‘The Heart and Soul of GIW’ felt it was necessary to go into hiding, ‘The TWiSTeD Guerrilla’ isn’t going to second guess his decision...
That being said, it leaves ‘The Headliner’ in somewhat of a predicament, and it’s gonna take all of ‘The Blessed Ones’ guile and genius to survive from now on. There is no turning back, nowhere else to go, no-way will ‘The TWiSTeD Guerrilla’ admit defeat. Sure, Declan had his contacts and kept us clothed and fed, was able to get cars to pick us up, made appointments...
To highlight the magnitude of ‘The Blessed Ones’ task, on Sunday night Travis Roberts is going to have to carry both Donovan Hastings and Andy Savana, assuming the former even makes it to the arena without being distracting by something bright and shiny and getting arrested for committing arson on said object. Whilst Hastings is pleasant enough, for a deranged lunatic, and he certainly has ability, but whether he’s on the same page as ‘The Headliner’ is a different question. If this is one of the nights where Donovan decides to embark on a vendetta against the timekeeper, or begins having an argument with the guard rail, Travis Roberts is going to be on his own.
Which would be fitting given the events of the last few weeks, everything ‘The TWiSTeD Icon’ has known and relied on has been cruelly stripped away, piece by piece. It started on the road to Horizons that much is sure, but how...how could it all be happening, there must be a cause, a reason...there must be a way for Travis Roberts to start to reverse this...all ‘The Blessed One’ need do, is find the catalyst...’
[Travis stops mid sentence, and looks back up into the mirror, his eyes widen with realisation, a thought has struck his mind]
Travis – ‘Of course...all this time ‘The Headliner’ has had his eyes closed to the obvious, the divorce proceedings, the loss of his home, the absence of delicacies...it has all been driven, and motivated by one force. One factor has influenced ‘The Blessed Ones’ recent fates, one individual is to blame for all that has befallen Travis Roberts in recent months.
‘The Headliner’ is no longer oblivious, ‘The TWiSTeD Guerrilla’ will no longer stand by idly and flippantly dismiss this individual...instead it is time for Travis Roberts to fight the injustice, to stand up and display just why ‘The Blessed One’ is GIW Unified Global Champion...and there is only one way to do that...’The Most Influential Icon in Sports Entertainment this Millennia’ must destroy....Randy Boolzian.’
[With that Travis looks directly into his own eyes, and then places his Aviators over them as the scene fades away one last time.]
