Post by T-Robosaurus Rex on Jul 22, 2009 19:16:24 GMT -5
Sunday After Sentinels First Match
[The scene opens up directly after Randy Boolzian has left The Unified Global Champions locker room, still crammed full of sinks. ‘The Headliner’ Travis Roberts is still seated, his attention now diverted to the TWiSTeD Fight Club Championship that lies at his feet, just as BoolZ discarded it only moments ago. It’s hard to gather whether he is looking directly at the belt, but regardless his head is pointed and hanging in its general direction. He remains seated, and does not move or divert his gaze as silence fills the room, until it is broke...]
Tate – ‘EEEEUUURGH! IT WAS STALE...MMMPH....*licks lips*...Old shit is useless...’
[The camera redirects its aim to the chubby, white face of Tate Levene, who’s mouth is scrunched up in disgust. He stands staring at his fingers, and the few crumbs that remain upon their tips, and despite his earlier disgust, he shrugs his shoulders and licks his fingers clean.
At this point Travis looks up from the TFC Belt, and speaks.]
Travis – ‘Huh?’
Tate – ‘Wha?’
Travis – ‘You just said something about ‘old shit’?’
Tate – ‘I was talking about the Dorito...’
Travis – ‘Dorito?...Dammit Tate, ‘The Blessed One’ has told you time and time again, only three food breaks in a working day, and NEVER during a show.’
Tate – ‘It was lying under the couch...what was I meant to do?’
Travis – ‘You ate before the show started! That was, like, 20 minutes ago...’
Tate – ‘I know, I think the absence of food is causing me to hallucinate, I swear the Dorito seduced me with its pouty lips...’
[Travis turns around and looks at Tate for the first time, we are not privy to the look he gives the Chubby Little Funster, but it makes Tate stop midsentence, and re-evaluate the course of the conversation.]
Tate – ‘So got ya Title back huh? I hear TFC was a highlight of your career...’
[Travis turns back to the lump of brass and copper that passes as gold, lifts it up and weighs it in his hands whilst focusing his attention on the words and images upon it]
Travis – ‘Every passing moment of ‘The Blessed Ones’ life is a highlight, but the time at TFC pales in comparison to the successes and greatness that ‘The Headliner’ has bestowed upon GIW. Declan Prescott recognised it when he hired Travis Roberts last year, it’s clichéd, but just like fine wine, Travis Roberts gets better with age...’
Tate – ‘Well you obviously made an impact there, seems BoolZ remembers it all very well...’
Travis – ‘’The TWiSTeD Icon’ makes an impact wherever he goes, as for Randy, Travis Roberts would think it is quite clear by now the Red Bull Icon’s views are worthless on any subject...’
Tate – ‘He doesn’t seem that bad, a bit cocky, but let’s be fair...’
[Travis lets out a chuckle and leans back in the sofa, still holding the TFC Title belt, a little more tightly than you would expect]
Travis – ‘Travis Roberts is being fair, Randy’s latest outburst merely cement how slow BoolZ truly is. What was it Randy said about his belt...’it don’t mean shit’? A remarkably insightful thought don’t you think? Pity he didn’t think of it sooner, maybe...’The Blessed One’ isn’t sure, but about 133 days ago, on October 25th 2008, when he traded a one on one match with Alex Kiseragi, for a triple threat with ‘The Headliner’, all to get his hands on a belt that ‘doesn’t mean shit’.
As ever, if only Randy had listened to ‘The Headliner’ from the start, when Travis Roberts made clear this belt was nothing but a symbol of a failed company. But as ever young Boolzian pursued it, and pursued it until at the crucial point, as always, he realised he’d made the wrong decision.
He’s right about one thing though, he and ‘The Headliner’ are not done, that’ll only happen the moment BoolZ realises the only way forward in his career, is to start listening to the wisdom ‘The Headliner’ gracefully sends in his direction. But given the fact BoolZ birth probably consisted of a short, but heavy fall onto the Safeway Liquor section floor, Travis Roberts does not hold up much hope of that.’
[Travis looks down at the belt again, and slowly puts it to the side. He then stands up and strides towards the door.]
Travis – ‘Travis Roberts is gonna take a walk, go ease your starvation, and we’ll meet before the match...’
[With that ‘The Headliner’ strides through the door and out of the room]
Sunday, Just before Sentinels Main Event
[‘The Blessed One’ makes his way past the locker rooms towards the ring, but one moment the corridor is clear, and within the blink of an eye dozens of people go rushing past ‘The Blessed One’, barging past him as if he didn’t exist. The rush of people unbalances an obviously intoxicatedTravis, and he ends up bumping into a vending machine. He regains his balance as the people ruish by and out of the building and starts making his way towards the ring]
Vending Machine – ‘Don’t mind me, Champ! Hyuk! Hyuk! Hyuk!’
[Travis turns his head to see where the voice comes from, and in doing so clatters into the large frame of a skating Tate Levene. Tate falls backwards, kicks his board the full length of the hallway and lands flat on his ass. ‘The Blessed One doesn’t give him a chance to get on his feet before opening his mouth]
Travis – ‘What the hell just happened? Half the lackeys in this place just invaded ‘The Most Influential Icon in Sports Entertainments’ personal space, as if he was Andy Savana or something?
Tate – ‘Randy and A-Kis...you didn’t see? They fell out of the window...I was on my way to see!’
Travis – ‘Fell out of a window?
Some guys will do anything to try and steal ‘The Blessed Ones’ spotlight...’
[With that Travis Roberts resumes his stride and makes his way towards the ring for his upcoming main event]
Sunday, After Sentinel
[As the scene opens Travis and Tate are heading away from the camera and towards the exit. The camera does its best to keep up with ‘The Blessed Ones’ lanky stride and Tate’s surprisingly quick skating.
Despite GIW’s Resident Advert for the dangers of Childhood Obesity’s quick speed, Travis Roberts reaches the double doors leading to the outside door first, and as he swings them open, a tirade of flashbulbs and shouts cascades upon ‘The Headliner’ and his agent. Tate is stunned and nearly falls backwards off his board for a first time, but as our camera catches up and gets in front of the duo, we see Travis Roberts merely smiles, spreads his arms a little and walks forward whilst chuckling.]
Travis – ‘As excited as you all must be about ‘The Headliner’ breaking his media embargo, Travis Roberts was merely victorious over the weaker half of GIW’s Tag Team Champions tonight...even ‘The Blessed One’ would have to say this is going a little overboard.’
[For a brief moment the flashbulbs stop going off, and the calls fall silent. The amassed reporters look to one another in confusion, but all as one seem to remember who they have standing in front of them and start to scream out their questions]
Reporter –‘Travis!...Travis!...Can you tell us anything about Alex Kiseragi and Randy Boolzian?’
Travis – ‘Travis Roberts could be here all night on the topic of Alex and Randy, but ‘The Blessed One’ assumes you are referring to their mishap earlier this evening...’
Reporter – ‘This incident will probably raise questions about the suitability of Professional Wrestling as Prime Time entertainment once more. Each year more brutal injuries occur to youngsters who imitate moves such as your ‘White Out’ or the ‘DiscomBoolZalator’ for instance. You referring to this horrific accident as merely a ‘mishap’ will enrage many people.’
Travis – ‘Woah! Back up there, you are running before you can walk. Firstly every wrestler backstage knows the risks posed to their health through pursuing a career in this sport, anything that happens to them is their own responsibility.
Secondly neither ‘The Headliner’ nor GIW, to Travis Roberts’ recollection, have ever promoted imitating our moves. ‘The Blessed One’ is known as that for a reason, and the rest of the guys backstage have trained their bodies to be more durable than the best football player. ‘
Reporter – ‘But 12 year olds and their 8 year old brothers are not! Just because you have chosen to live your life this way, the glorification of violence in your industry is inexcusable, your flippant regard for tonight’s events only highlight the problem’
Travis – ‘The only thing that tonight’s events proved was that those that struggle mentally shouldn’t be let anywhere near a wrestling arena, something ‘The Blessed One’ has considered in his time. Travis Roberts doesn’t have time to get into a debate with you on the evils of Pro-Wrestling, has anyone else got anything more substantive to say?’
Reporter 2 – ‘Many GIW fans have already displayed their shock over tonight’s events, and GIW.coms message boards have been flooded with enquiries and well wishing messages, have you any thoughts? Many of your colleagues have been in a sombre mood. Reports say that the families of BoolZ and A-Kis are hastily making their way to LA right now.’
Travis – ‘Well ‘The Headliners’ thoughts are obviously with the Kiseragi and Boolzian families. In fact, Travis Roberts’ thoughts are regularly with them, ‘The Headliner’ can only imagine the countless sleepless nights Yasutoki has incurred ever since his son began embarrassing him on a regular basis on TV. These frustrations and shame led directly to Kiseragi Senior attacking the Significant Player in a vain attempt to claw some dignity back to the family name.
After his son sunk to the level of a common thief at Infinity, only to once again disgrace himself merely a week later, ‘The Blessed One’ can only speculate as to precarious state of his father’s strained sanity. You have to ask how much longer can he make excuses for his own bloodline? For how long can he try to rescue the legacy of his family? In fact we have seen nothing of ‘The Dragons’ mother, ‘The TWiSTeD Icon’ suspects she is so ashamed she avoids any media contact, in fact she’s probably hasn’t left the house since her young boy’s crotch was spread across billboards across the country.
Randy’s family on the other hand are probably too drunk to have noticed, or more likely, don’t really care that much about anything that walking wrong decision does. But as for ‘The Blessed Ones’ thoughts on the events of tonight, it’s pretty simple, if you take your match to the second floor, and start fighting in a room with full length windows, well you get no less than your careless, inanely stupid actions deserve...’
Reporter 2 – ‘You are being remarkably flippant, even for you, do you know more than us? Do you know that both men are ok?’
Travis – ‘Travis Roberts didn’t care to ask anyone for an update before he left. But unfortunately for all the potential trophies out there, and fortunately for all the roving ring rats with a dreamy eyed awe of all things oriental, both guys will probably end up pulling through. If BoolZ had parked somewhere else tonight he’d have done the world a huge favour...’
Reporter 3 – ‘Can I go back, did you earlier infer that it was Randy Boolzian and Alex Kiseragi’s own faults that this accident occurred?’
Travis – ‘They have to take some responsibility, Travis Roberts will give them credit though, he doubts you’ll find either man whining as much as the press or the ‘general public’. ‘The Headliner’ will say though, this kind of thing would not have happened under the Declan Prescott’s stewardship, since Boss Penguin waddled his way into power the backstage staff have begun slacking off. When ‘The Significant Player’ was around, Hazel East would never have allowed things to have got to the stage they did earlier.’
Reporter 3 – ‘When Declan Prescott was in charge Harpoon guns were shot through competitor’s legs and a competitors face was plunged in a vat of boiling oil. These are to name but two incidents; you can’t seriously suggest this was Boss Penguins fault?’
Travis – ‘Once again those incidents just prove that the mentally deficient shouldn’t be allowed near a wrestling ring, ‘The Blessed One’ has not time to go round in circles with you, he has an important appointment...’
[With that Travis parts the crowds of journalists, who still scream questions after him but he walks away ignoring each one as the mass closes up behind him leaving Tate to fight his way though as the scene fades once more]
Monday Morning, A few Hours after Sentinel
[The scene opens up once more, and we are greeted by the sight of ‘The Blessed One’ again. On this occasion though he stands on his own, a solitary figure looking up into the sky. Travis stands in a field illuminated by the glow of a series of lights opposite to him. He looks at his watch, and then back into the air, as we see a set of lights in the sky getting closer and lower by the second. In a matter of minutes it becomes clear that ‘The Headliner’ is standing by the side of a runway at a small out of town airstrip, and a Leer Jet touches down with an almighty roar a few hundred yards in front of GIW’s Unified Global Champion, who begins to walk towards it.
As he does the side door swings down, revealing a set of stairs, and the glow from the lights within, is interrupted by the silhouette of a man who looks both left and right before making his way down the stairs. . The side of the plane carries, in big bold lettering, the words ‘FUTILITY INC.’, and as Travis approaches the planes first departee, we have a better idea of whom his appointment is with. As he gets closer to the individual, we realise fairly quickly that this isn’t who we initially thought had disembarked the Jet, and as if reading our minds Travis calls out.]
Travis – ‘Jean-Francois! How the hell are you, you cheese eating surrender monkey!’
[Jean Francois, the personal assistant to the head of Futility Inc, looks at Travis and narrows his eyes, before smiling and responding warmly]
JF – ‘Ahhh, Mr Roberts, I see your sense of humour is as entrenched in stereotypes from another era still, I am sure we will spend many a late night debating the roles of various influences upon world politics in the coming weeks, but tonight I am more worried about getting Mr. Futile back to comfortable surroundings, Jet Lag doesn’t suit him well, I have been fired twice already on this trip...’
Travis – ‘That sounds like Craig, but you know he’ll just give you a raise as an apology later, right?’
JF – ‘Sir, why do you think I have been in his service for over a decade?’
Travis – ‘Good to see you haven’t changed one bit Jean-Francois, so how has Tokyo been treating you?’
JF – ‘If I may speak frankly sir, the Japanese are quite simply heathens, they have no respect for traditional etiquette, we were invited to a Government luncheon a few weeks ago, the food they served I would not have given to a dog. I truly never believed I would experience a culture that made the United States of America seem like a cultured and well poised society.’
Travis – ‘So you owe ‘The Headliner’ big time for getting you a reprieve...’
JF – ‘Indeed, however temporary it is. Although one thing worries me sir, if you don’t mind me asking a question?’
Travis – ‘Go ahead, given the ridiculous questions ‘The Blessed One’ has had to field in the past couple of hours, it would be nice for Travis Roberts to air his views on something more vital and important than the condition a thief and a fool.’
JF – ‘Well I know you and my employer are undertaking some plans, and I understand the need for secrecy, but you’re not trying to get him back into the business again are you? I’m sorry if this is out of place, but Futility Inc. always suffers when my employee is too busy dwelling on his next opponent...’
[Before ‘The Headliner ‘ can respond a third voice cuts in, booming across the air strip.]
Futile – ‘JEAN FRANCOIS! You better not be trying to get any information out of the TWiSTeD High Commander, I’ve already told you, you will be informed of any decisions at the appropriate time!’
[The camera turns its attention from Travis and the French PA and focuses upon the stairs leading from the plane, and turns it’s focus to the impressive frame of Craig Futile, CEO. Despit5e the fact he is wearing a suit, we can tell that underneath is a man who still takes care of his body, regardless of being an active wrestler or not. Strapped over his back is his ceremonial Kendo Stick, the one that he used many months ago to strike some sense into ‘The TWiSTeD Guardian’. He approaches Tarvis and two men smile then embrace one another in a manly hug.]
Travis – ‘Dude, you have no idea how good it is to see you! How was the flight?’
Craig – ‘Would have been better if it could have been done in small instalments. How was your match tonight?’
Travis – ‘Pretty straight forward...’
Craig – ‘Really?’
Travis – ‘Of course it was...what do you take ‘The Headliner’ for? You seriously think Travis Roberts is gonna struggle against a circus act?’
Craig – ‘Marek Daisuke poses much more threat than that, and you know it. But we have plenty of time to discuss that over my stay, let’s focus on the future.’
Travis – ‘That’s precisely what ‘The Headliner’ has to think, besides don’t worry yourself with ‘The Blessed Ones’ opponents, in that ring Travis Roberts has got things under control. So hows the state of the business over there?’
Craig – ‘Well it’s surviving the recession, but as ever there are two camps, the guys that want the ultra violence, y’know landmine, barbed wire, exploding ring deathmatches, and the like. Then there’s the fans of the finer side of the art, the guys that pop for a well executed arm bar. I’ve found there is no crossover, it’s one or the other over there...’
Travis – ‘Probably because they have no one of Travis Roberts’ abilities to highlight the complete package. Hell if the likes of Komosube and Marek Daisuke are the best they can produce it’s no wonder they can’t all fully appreciate the sport.
But that’s straying from the point somewhat, ‘The Headliner’ trusts you made those calls we discussed?’
Craig – ‘Yes and all parties are very interested and open to more discussions, I honestly think we could have a deal in place within the next two to three weeks.’
Travis – ‘Well the events of the show earlier have probably worked things to our advantage, coupled with the fact you will be at any negotiations in person, things certainly look positive. ‘The Blessed One’ had a few more idea’s...’
Craig – ‘Man, I gotta stop you right there. You wanna know why I cleared my schedule and came over here? I could see this project had you worked up, but it’s left you unfocussed on the important things. You have a defence against Alex Kiseragi, he’s already outwitted you on two occasions, you need to focus on that, not this...’
Travis – ‘Outwitted? ‘The Blessed One’? And you’re the brains behind a highly successful Multi-National company? You do know what a ridiculous statement that is don’t you? Of course you do, Travis Roberts will take care of business at Affirmative Action, don’t worry ‘The Headliner’ won’t let his guard down again, ‘The Most Influential Icon in Sports Entertainment this Millennia’ is well versed in ‘The Dragons’ winning tactics, he won’t have a chance to screw ‘The Blessed One’ again...’
Craig – ‘No, he won’t, because I’m going to take care of this, whilst you focus on keeping hold of that title, it would be the essence of futility itself to try and convince me otherwise...’
[At this point a stretched Limo pulls up beside the Craig and Travis, and Jean Francois hastily opens the door for his employer and guest.]
Craig – ‘So, back to your castle Commander?’
Travis – ‘Erm, how about your Penthouse...and ‘The Headliner’ will have a few things to update you on, on the way...’
[Both men step into the interior of the limousine, and Jean-Francois softly closes the door behind them, before climbing into the front next to the driver, as the scene, for one final time, fades to black]
[The scene opens up directly after Randy Boolzian has left The Unified Global Champions locker room, still crammed full of sinks. ‘The Headliner’ Travis Roberts is still seated, his attention now diverted to the TWiSTeD Fight Club Championship that lies at his feet, just as BoolZ discarded it only moments ago. It’s hard to gather whether he is looking directly at the belt, but regardless his head is pointed and hanging in its general direction. He remains seated, and does not move or divert his gaze as silence fills the room, until it is broke...]
Tate – ‘EEEEUUURGH! IT WAS STALE...MMMPH....*licks lips*...Old shit is useless...’
[The camera redirects its aim to the chubby, white face of Tate Levene, who’s mouth is scrunched up in disgust. He stands staring at his fingers, and the few crumbs that remain upon their tips, and despite his earlier disgust, he shrugs his shoulders and licks his fingers clean.
At this point Travis looks up from the TFC Belt, and speaks.]
Travis – ‘Huh?’
Tate – ‘Wha?’
Travis – ‘You just said something about ‘old shit’?’
Tate – ‘I was talking about the Dorito...’
Travis – ‘Dorito?...Dammit Tate, ‘The Blessed One’ has told you time and time again, only three food breaks in a working day, and NEVER during a show.’
Tate – ‘It was lying under the couch...what was I meant to do?’
Travis – ‘You ate before the show started! That was, like, 20 minutes ago...’
Tate – ‘I know, I think the absence of food is causing me to hallucinate, I swear the Dorito seduced me with its pouty lips...’
[Travis turns around and looks at Tate for the first time, we are not privy to the look he gives the Chubby Little Funster, but it makes Tate stop midsentence, and re-evaluate the course of the conversation.]
Tate – ‘So got ya Title back huh? I hear TFC was a highlight of your career...’
[Travis turns back to the lump of brass and copper that passes as gold, lifts it up and weighs it in his hands whilst focusing his attention on the words and images upon it]
Travis – ‘Every passing moment of ‘The Blessed Ones’ life is a highlight, but the time at TFC pales in comparison to the successes and greatness that ‘The Headliner’ has bestowed upon GIW. Declan Prescott recognised it when he hired Travis Roberts last year, it’s clichéd, but just like fine wine, Travis Roberts gets better with age...’
Tate – ‘Well you obviously made an impact there, seems BoolZ remembers it all very well...’
Travis – ‘’The TWiSTeD Icon’ makes an impact wherever he goes, as for Randy, Travis Roberts would think it is quite clear by now the Red Bull Icon’s views are worthless on any subject...’
Tate – ‘He doesn’t seem that bad, a bit cocky, but let’s be fair...’
[Travis lets out a chuckle and leans back in the sofa, still holding the TFC Title belt, a little more tightly than you would expect]
Travis – ‘Travis Roberts is being fair, Randy’s latest outburst merely cement how slow BoolZ truly is. What was it Randy said about his belt...’it don’t mean shit’? A remarkably insightful thought don’t you think? Pity he didn’t think of it sooner, maybe...’The Blessed One’ isn’t sure, but about 133 days ago, on October 25th 2008, when he traded a one on one match with Alex Kiseragi, for a triple threat with ‘The Headliner’, all to get his hands on a belt that ‘doesn’t mean shit’.
As ever, if only Randy had listened to ‘The Headliner’ from the start, when Travis Roberts made clear this belt was nothing but a symbol of a failed company. But as ever young Boolzian pursued it, and pursued it until at the crucial point, as always, he realised he’d made the wrong decision.
He’s right about one thing though, he and ‘The Headliner’ are not done, that’ll only happen the moment BoolZ realises the only way forward in his career, is to start listening to the wisdom ‘The Headliner’ gracefully sends in his direction. But given the fact BoolZ birth probably consisted of a short, but heavy fall onto the Safeway Liquor section floor, Travis Roberts does not hold up much hope of that.’
[Travis looks down at the belt again, and slowly puts it to the side. He then stands up and strides towards the door.]
Travis – ‘Travis Roberts is gonna take a walk, go ease your starvation, and we’ll meet before the match...’
[With that ‘The Headliner’ strides through the door and out of the room]
Sunday, Just before Sentinels Main Event
[‘The Blessed One’ makes his way past the locker rooms towards the ring, but one moment the corridor is clear, and within the blink of an eye dozens of people go rushing past ‘The Blessed One’, barging past him as if he didn’t exist. The rush of people unbalances an obviously intoxicatedTravis, and he ends up bumping into a vending machine. He regains his balance as the people ruish by and out of the building and starts making his way towards the ring]
Vending Machine – ‘Don’t mind me, Champ! Hyuk! Hyuk! Hyuk!’
[Travis turns his head to see where the voice comes from, and in doing so clatters into the large frame of a skating Tate Levene. Tate falls backwards, kicks his board the full length of the hallway and lands flat on his ass. ‘The Blessed One doesn’t give him a chance to get on his feet before opening his mouth]
Travis – ‘What the hell just happened? Half the lackeys in this place just invaded ‘The Most Influential Icon in Sports Entertainments’ personal space, as if he was Andy Savana or something?
Tate – ‘Randy and A-Kis...you didn’t see? They fell out of the window...I was on my way to see!’
Travis – ‘Fell out of a window?
Some guys will do anything to try and steal ‘The Blessed Ones’ spotlight...’
[With that Travis Roberts resumes his stride and makes his way towards the ring for his upcoming main event]
Sunday, After Sentinel
[As the scene opens Travis and Tate are heading away from the camera and towards the exit. The camera does its best to keep up with ‘The Blessed Ones’ lanky stride and Tate’s surprisingly quick skating.
Despite GIW’s Resident Advert for the dangers of Childhood Obesity’s quick speed, Travis Roberts reaches the double doors leading to the outside door first, and as he swings them open, a tirade of flashbulbs and shouts cascades upon ‘The Headliner’ and his agent. Tate is stunned and nearly falls backwards off his board for a first time, but as our camera catches up and gets in front of the duo, we see Travis Roberts merely smiles, spreads his arms a little and walks forward whilst chuckling.]
Travis – ‘As excited as you all must be about ‘The Headliner’ breaking his media embargo, Travis Roberts was merely victorious over the weaker half of GIW’s Tag Team Champions tonight...even ‘The Blessed One’ would have to say this is going a little overboard.’
[For a brief moment the flashbulbs stop going off, and the calls fall silent. The amassed reporters look to one another in confusion, but all as one seem to remember who they have standing in front of them and start to scream out their questions]
Reporter –‘Travis!...Travis!...Can you tell us anything about Alex Kiseragi and Randy Boolzian?’
Travis – ‘Travis Roberts could be here all night on the topic of Alex and Randy, but ‘The Blessed One’ assumes you are referring to their mishap earlier this evening...’
Reporter – ‘This incident will probably raise questions about the suitability of Professional Wrestling as Prime Time entertainment once more. Each year more brutal injuries occur to youngsters who imitate moves such as your ‘White Out’ or the ‘DiscomBoolZalator’ for instance. You referring to this horrific accident as merely a ‘mishap’ will enrage many people.’
Travis – ‘Woah! Back up there, you are running before you can walk. Firstly every wrestler backstage knows the risks posed to their health through pursuing a career in this sport, anything that happens to them is their own responsibility.
Secondly neither ‘The Headliner’ nor GIW, to Travis Roberts’ recollection, have ever promoted imitating our moves. ‘The Blessed One’ is known as that for a reason, and the rest of the guys backstage have trained their bodies to be more durable than the best football player. ‘
Reporter – ‘But 12 year olds and their 8 year old brothers are not! Just because you have chosen to live your life this way, the glorification of violence in your industry is inexcusable, your flippant regard for tonight’s events only highlight the problem’
Travis – ‘The only thing that tonight’s events proved was that those that struggle mentally shouldn’t be let anywhere near a wrestling arena, something ‘The Blessed One’ has considered in his time. Travis Roberts doesn’t have time to get into a debate with you on the evils of Pro-Wrestling, has anyone else got anything more substantive to say?’
Reporter 2 – ‘Many GIW fans have already displayed their shock over tonight’s events, and GIW.coms message boards have been flooded with enquiries and well wishing messages, have you any thoughts? Many of your colleagues have been in a sombre mood. Reports say that the families of BoolZ and A-Kis are hastily making their way to LA right now.’
Travis – ‘Well ‘The Headliners’ thoughts are obviously with the Kiseragi and Boolzian families. In fact, Travis Roberts’ thoughts are regularly with them, ‘The Headliner’ can only imagine the countless sleepless nights Yasutoki has incurred ever since his son began embarrassing him on a regular basis on TV. These frustrations and shame led directly to Kiseragi Senior attacking the Significant Player in a vain attempt to claw some dignity back to the family name.
After his son sunk to the level of a common thief at Infinity, only to once again disgrace himself merely a week later, ‘The Blessed One’ can only speculate as to precarious state of his father’s strained sanity. You have to ask how much longer can he make excuses for his own bloodline? For how long can he try to rescue the legacy of his family? In fact we have seen nothing of ‘The Dragons’ mother, ‘The TWiSTeD Icon’ suspects she is so ashamed she avoids any media contact, in fact she’s probably hasn’t left the house since her young boy’s crotch was spread across billboards across the country.
Randy’s family on the other hand are probably too drunk to have noticed, or more likely, don’t really care that much about anything that walking wrong decision does. But as for ‘The Blessed Ones’ thoughts on the events of tonight, it’s pretty simple, if you take your match to the second floor, and start fighting in a room with full length windows, well you get no less than your careless, inanely stupid actions deserve...’
Reporter 2 – ‘You are being remarkably flippant, even for you, do you know more than us? Do you know that both men are ok?’
Travis – ‘Travis Roberts didn’t care to ask anyone for an update before he left. But unfortunately for all the potential trophies out there, and fortunately for all the roving ring rats with a dreamy eyed awe of all things oriental, both guys will probably end up pulling through. If BoolZ had parked somewhere else tonight he’d have done the world a huge favour...’
Reporter 3 – ‘Can I go back, did you earlier infer that it was Randy Boolzian and Alex Kiseragi’s own faults that this accident occurred?’
Travis – ‘They have to take some responsibility, Travis Roberts will give them credit though, he doubts you’ll find either man whining as much as the press or the ‘general public’. ‘The Headliner’ will say though, this kind of thing would not have happened under the Declan Prescott’s stewardship, since Boss Penguin waddled his way into power the backstage staff have begun slacking off. When ‘The Significant Player’ was around, Hazel East would never have allowed things to have got to the stage they did earlier.’
Reporter 3 – ‘When Declan Prescott was in charge Harpoon guns were shot through competitor’s legs and a competitors face was plunged in a vat of boiling oil. These are to name but two incidents; you can’t seriously suggest this was Boss Penguins fault?’
Travis – ‘Once again those incidents just prove that the mentally deficient shouldn’t be allowed near a wrestling ring, ‘The Blessed One’ has not time to go round in circles with you, he has an important appointment...’
[With that Travis parts the crowds of journalists, who still scream questions after him but he walks away ignoring each one as the mass closes up behind him leaving Tate to fight his way though as the scene fades once more]
Monday Morning, A few Hours after Sentinel
[The scene opens up once more, and we are greeted by the sight of ‘The Blessed One’ again. On this occasion though he stands on his own, a solitary figure looking up into the sky. Travis stands in a field illuminated by the glow of a series of lights opposite to him. He looks at his watch, and then back into the air, as we see a set of lights in the sky getting closer and lower by the second. In a matter of minutes it becomes clear that ‘The Headliner’ is standing by the side of a runway at a small out of town airstrip, and a Leer Jet touches down with an almighty roar a few hundred yards in front of GIW’s Unified Global Champion, who begins to walk towards it.
As he does the side door swings down, revealing a set of stairs, and the glow from the lights within, is interrupted by the silhouette of a man who looks both left and right before making his way down the stairs. . The side of the plane carries, in big bold lettering, the words ‘FUTILITY INC.’, and as Travis approaches the planes first departee, we have a better idea of whom his appointment is with. As he gets closer to the individual, we realise fairly quickly that this isn’t who we initially thought had disembarked the Jet, and as if reading our minds Travis calls out.]
Travis – ‘Jean-Francois! How the hell are you, you cheese eating surrender monkey!’
[Jean Francois, the personal assistant to the head of Futility Inc, looks at Travis and narrows his eyes, before smiling and responding warmly]
JF – ‘Ahhh, Mr Roberts, I see your sense of humour is as entrenched in stereotypes from another era still, I am sure we will spend many a late night debating the roles of various influences upon world politics in the coming weeks, but tonight I am more worried about getting Mr. Futile back to comfortable surroundings, Jet Lag doesn’t suit him well, I have been fired twice already on this trip...’
Travis – ‘That sounds like Craig, but you know he’ll just give you a raise as an apology later, right?’
JF – ‘Sir, why do you think I have been in his service for over a decade?’
Travis – ‘Good to see you haven’t changed one bit Jean-Francois, so how has Tokyo been treating you?’
JF – ‘If I may speak frankly sir, the Japanese are quite simply heathens, they have no respect for traditional etiquette, we were invited to a Government luncheon a few weeks ago, the food they served I would not have given to a dog. I truly never believed I would experience a culture that made the United States of America seem like a cultured and well poised society.’
Travis – ‘So you owe ‘The Headliner’ big time for getting you a reprieve...’
JF – ‘Indeed, however temporary it is. Although one thing worries me sir, if you don’t mind me asking a question?’
Travis – ‘Go ahead, given the ridiculous questions ‘The Blessed One’ has had to field in the past couple of hours, it would be nice for Travis Roberts to air his views on something more vital and important than the condition a thief and a fool.’
JF – ‘Well I know you and my employer are undertaking some plans, and I understand the need for secrecy, but you’re not trying to get him back into the business again are you? I’m sorry if this is out of place, but Futility Inc. always suffers when my employee is too busy dwelling on his next opponent...’
[Before ‘The Headliner ‘ can respond a third voice cuts in, booming across the air strip.]
Futile – ‘JEAN FRANCOIS! You better not be trying to get any information out of the TWiSTeD High Commander, I’ve already told you, you will be informed of any decisions at the appropriate time!’
[The camera turns its attention from Travis and the French PA and focuses upon the stairs leading from the plane, and turns it’s focus to the impressive frame of Craig Futile, CEO. Despit5e the fact he is wearing a suit, we can tell that underneath is a man who still takes care of his body, regardless of being an active wrestler or not. Strapped over his back is his ceremonial Kendo Stick, the one that he used many months ago to strike some sense into ‘The TWiSTeD Guardian’. He approaches Tarvis and two men smile then embrace one another in a manly hug.]
Travis – ‘Dude, you have no idea how good it is to see you! How was the flight?’
Craig – ‘Would have been better if it could have been done in small instalments. How was your match tonight?’
Travis – ‘Pretty straight forward...’
Craig – ‘Really?’
Travis – ‘Of course it was...what do you take ‘The Headliner’ for? You seriously think Travis Roberts is gonna struggle against a circus act?’
Craig – ‘Marek Daisuke poses much more threat than that, and you know it. But we have plenty of time to discuss that over my stay, let’s focus on the future.’
Travis – ‘That’s precisely what ‘The Headliner’ has to think, besides don’t worry yourself with ‘The Blessed Ones’ opponents, in that ring Travis Roberts has got things under control. So hows the state of the business over there?’
Craig – ‘Well it’s surviving the recession, but as ever there are two camps, the guys that want the ultra violence, y’know landmine, barbed wire, exploding ring deathmatches, and the like. Then there’s the fans of the finer side of the art, the guys that pop for a well executed arm bar. I’ve found there is no crossover, it’s one or the other over there...’
Travis – ‘Probably because they have no one of Travis Roberts’ abilities to highlight the complete package. Hell if the likes of Komosube and Marek Daisuke are the best they can produce it’s no wonder they can’t all fully appreciate the sport.
But that’s straying from the point somewhat, ‘The Headliner’ trusts you made those calls we discussed?’
Craig – ‘Yes and all parties are very interested and open to more discussions, I honestly think we could have a deal in place within the next two to three weeks.’
Travis – ‘Well the events of the show earlier have probably worked things to our advantage, coupled with the fact you will be at any negotiations in person, things certainly look positive. ‘The Blessed One’ had a few more idea’s...’
Craig – ‘Man, I gotta stop you right there. You wanna know why I cleared my schedule and came over here? I could see this project had you worked up, but it’s left you unfocussed on the important things. You have a defence against Alex Kiseragi, he’s already outwitted you on two occasions, you need to focus on that, not this...’
Travis – ‘Outwitted? ‘The Blessed One’? And you’re the brains behind a highly successful Multi-National company? You do know what a ridiculous statement that is don’t you? Of course you do, Travis Roberts will take care of business at Affirmative Action, don’t worry ‘The Headliner’ won’t let his guard down again, ‘The Most Influential Icon in Sports Entertainment this Millennia’ is well versed in ‘The Dragons’ winning tactics, he won’t have a chance to screw ‘The Blessed One’ again...’
Craig – ‘No, he won’t, because I’m going to take care of this, whilst you focus on keeping hold of that title, it would be the essence of futility itself to try and convince me otherwise...’
[At this point a stretched Limo pulls up beside the Craig and Travis, and Jean Francois hastily opens the door for his employer and guest.]
Craig – ‘So, back to your castle Commander?’
Travis – ‘Erm, how about your Penthouse...and ‘The Headliner’ will have a few things to update you on, on the way...’
[Both men step into the interior of the limousine, and Jean-Francois softly closes the door behind them, before climbing into the front next to the driver, as the scene, for one final time, fades to black]
