Post by T-Robosaurus Rex on Jul 22, 2009 19:37:34 GMT -5
“BARBED WIRE ROPE, EXPLODING C4 TURNBUCKLES, LIGHTTUBE, THUMB TACK, VARIOUS BLUNT OBJECTS, TIME BOMB DEATHMATCH OF DOOM!”
[‘The Blessed One’ opens his eyes abruptly and sits up dead straight with a slight look of panic and bewilderment plastered across his face.. Travis rubs his eyes and looks around the room, whilst wiping the beads of sweat from his brow, hye is unsurprisingly in his locker room, sprawled out across his sofa. Once he has taken a few moments to reacquaint himself with the world of the conscious, he leans forwards and picks up a half smoked pre-rolled that was sitting in the ashtray on the coffee table in front of ‘The Blessed One’, he ignites it’s tip once more and takes one large drag on the cylindrical delicacy.
As he attempts to wake up with the help of his biggest vice, he picks up a remote control and turns on his enormous flat screen, and unpauses the image that appears. In full HD glory, Mick Foley, dressed as Cactus Jack, and Terry Funk are engaging in a battle unlike anything seen on standard, worldwide wrestling programmes, blood pours from each man’s body, and the ring resembles the ‘Demilitarized Zone’ In Korea, more than a place to display wrestling excellence. ‘The Headliners’ eyes are glued to the screen, his brow furrowed, and a look of concern on his face that we are unaccustomed to seeing upon the face of the Unified Global Champion.
As the match comes to its bloody and explosive climax, Travis uses the remote control to switch the TV off once more, and then just sits, in silence, staring at the blank screen. He then reaches underneath the sofa and drags out a battered old box, he rummages through its contents, we can see various DVD’s, Event programmes and other wrestling memorabilia, eventually finding what he was looking for. He pulls out a long cylindrical roll of paper, bound by an rubber band, which ‘The Headliner’ removes and unfurls the item. Our view then changes to over ‘The Blessed Ones’ shoulder, and we see the detail on the poster he has retrieved. At the top sits the Yin Yan Symbol that represented TWiSTeD Fight Club, the long dead promotion, and underneath it is a picture of a much younger looking Travis Roberts, opposite the image of a deranged looking wrestler. Mary-Joanna Roberts clings off the shoulder of ‘The Headliner’ in the image, looking towards his face with an expression of infatuation. And underneath, in blood red lettering the poster reads ‘ARE YOU READY TO GET TWiSTeD?’.
Travis stares at the poster for a few moments before swiftly rolling it back up and replacing it into the box, which he then returns to its place underneath the sofa. Following this ‘The TWiSTeD Icon’ merely sits, staring at the now empty screen, occasionally reaching up with one of his hands to clutch at his forehead. Before long though the tension is broken, as everyone’s favourite example of the perils of childhood obesity, Tate Levene, bursts through the door, carrying a bunch of light tubes. ‘The Headliner’ looks up, and his face turns into an expression of pure horror, as he then reaches out, grasping to pick up his Aviator sunglasses from the table, placing them quickly onto his face to hide his eyes from his agent.]
Tate – ‘Hey Boss! I had an idea!’
Travis – ‘Travis Roberts isn’t sure he wants to hear another method of combining cheese and chocolate into one massive taste explosion...’
Tate – ‘No...not one of those idea’s, this one’s about Japan, and your match...I think I’ve found a way to ensure it ends quickly and you don’t sustain heavy scarring or disfiguration...’
[Travis’ interest is quite visibly increased as Tate speaks, and ‘The Headliner’ turns fully to look at his agent, and motions with his hands for the Chubby Little Funster to continue]
Tate – ‘Well...what if we were to modify a light tube and insert small, but powerful, C4 charges inside of it. Then all it would take is one direct hit to Gabby’s face, and it’d be over...’
[After hearing Tate’s explanation Travis’ initial expectations are obviously let down, and he turns and slumps back on the sofa, and lets out a deep sigh before responding.]
Travis – ‘And how, pray tell, do you intend to get light tubes stuffed with C4 onto an international flight? No, don’t tell Travis, ‘The Headliner’ isn’t sure he wants to find out. There is no way to plan for a match of this type, at No Holds Barred ‘The Headliner’ will be defending his Unified Global Championship in the kind of match that can change a person’s life, and in many different ways, it is futile to try and plan for that.’
Tate – ‘Sorry...I just thought...Well you seemed a little....I mean, I was hoping I could find a way to help you...worry less, you’ve been even more distracted than the past couple of weeks since the announcement of the main event at NHB...’
Travis – ‘Worry? Worry? Travis Roberts would have thought you’d known ‘The Blessed One’ long enough to realise ‘The Headliner’ doesn’t do anxious...’
[Travis’ statement clearly sounds less believable than usual, but Tate seemingly doesn’t notice...]
Tate – ‘maybe it’s just me then, you said it yourself, this match can change people’s lives. I’m worried about what kind of frame of mind you’ll come out of it in...if you are even able to walk out...’
Travis – ‘Listen kid, don’t worry about ‘The TWiSTeD Icons’ frame of mind, as ever Travis Roberts is perfectly calm. ‘The Headliner’ does have some concern though, and that is for his opponent. ‘The Blessed One’ has made it clear he has the greatest respect for Gabrielle Montgomery as an athlete, and agrees that she deserves her shot. But this can’t have been what she expected, this match will not highlight her skills, it will not be a battle won by the finest technician, or even the best wrestling....it will be won by luck, blood and sacrifice. Gabby can only be thinking that if she does not triumph, that it will not have been the contest she would have wished for to put her talents on display. This match is more akin to the likes of Aragato and Raenius...in other terms, the mentally unstable, who impress with force and violence, rather than grace and technique. It certainly isn’t a match usually associated with two people of striking attractiveness. Boss P has turned what could have been the best looking main event in GIW history, into what could become the ugliest...’
Tate – ‘At least scars make a guy look mysterious and dangerous, on a girl it just makes them look like a street walker with that Damascus guy as a pimp...so maybe Gabby has more to lose?’
Travis – ‘Looks? You think look’s are more important than the Unified Global Championship? More important than leading this company through its most trying period to date? Whoever wins at Rising Sun, will have to come of the back of the most brutal card in the industries history, and convince the dissenting population of the United States that we are not a corrupting force on today’s youth, that we do not promote acts of violence.
If Travis Roberts loses the opportunity to be that very leader, the future of Global impact Wrestling could be at stake. Gabby will merely lose a few photo shoots, but if she competes again after the most high profile inter-gender deathmatch, if she is able to step inside a ring once more, she will have proved her doubters wrong. You see Gabby doesn’t need to succeed in claiming the Unified Global Championship in Japan to be deemed successful, she merely has to survive.’
Tate – ‘Ok...so...the exploding lighttube idea is out then?’
[Travis slaps his right hand palm against his forehead before rising from his seat, and striding past Tate and out of the door. On entering the corridor Travis looks around and notes that there is not a sole to be seen, an unusual predicament in the halls of Global Impact Wrestling. He walks slowly down the hall, his footsteps echoing around the empty space, he seems to walk without purpose, and looks around the hallway for signs of life.]
Travis – ‘This doesn’t feel good....’
[The deserted nature of the halls is so unsettling, ‘The Headliner’ stops in his tracks and slowly turns 360 degree’s taking in everything around him before once again speaking to himself...’
Travis – ‘Why does it feel like the last week of school before graduation, like Travis Roberts must say goodbye to this place?’
[‘The Blessed Ones’ body shivers at this thought, and he then shakes his head trying to pull himself together. He stands though for a few moments more, gazing around the hallways before obviously deciding on a course of action and begins striding with more purpose down the hall. He stops outside a door and raps on it abruptly...within a few moments Randy Boolzian appears on the other side, holding Connie, who is chewing on the Hardcore Title, under one arm...]
Randy – ‘Travis? Twice in the space of a week, people will start to talk...’
Travis – ‘We need to talk.’
Randy – ‘You’re breaking up with me? You hear that Connie...how will we ever survive?’
Travis – ‘Look, this is serious...’
Randy – ‘Look if you’ve come to GIW’s longest reigning Hardcore Champion for some advice on your Deathmatch at No Holds Barred, as much as I’d obviously love to help such a trusted old friend as yourself, I’m tied up trying to teach MJ’s Pet self restraint, we can’t have him licking his own rear end live on Live on Pay-Per-View, and believe me when I say that’s a very real issue with this kid...’
Travis – ‘Travis Roberts come to you for advice? Yeah and eD cASe has magically grown a spine.’
Randy – ‘Yeah, I figured. Given past form though I’m probably not gonna get a word in edgeways over the next few minutes, and Connie is calmed by my voice...’
[Randy uses his free arm to reach into a pocket and he pulls out a pack of cigarettes and his Zippo lighter, he places Connie on the floor who scampers off, before lighting his cigarette and leaning against the wall, getting comfortable prior to the inevitable Travis monologue]
Travis – ‘Look, I know we’re not over, done, finished, or whatever else you wanna say about it...’
[Randy’s cigarette almost falls out of his lips as the Red Bull Icon’s jaw started to gape at the last sentence, before he quickly raises his hand to catch the falling stick of nicotine.]
Randy – ‘You do?
[Travis continues, oblivious to the tone, inflection and relevance of BoolZ’s reply]
Travis – ‘’The Blessed One’ concurs that there is more to come between the ‘Most Influential Icon in Sports Entertainment this Millennia’ and ‘GIW’s Worst Decision Maker’ , but at this current time it serves neither of us to pursue it. But something puzzled ‘The Headliner’ for some time, after being one half, albeit the weaker half, of what was possibly GIW’s greatest feud, you embroiled yourself in a pointless feud with ‘The Blessed Ones’ challenger, to prove some unknown point. Which brought us to the point we find ourselves at now, Randy Boolzian in the space of a few short months has gone from Number 1 contender for the Unified Global Championship and GIW’s hottest young talent, to a man at the beck and call of ‘The Blessed Ones’ ex wife.
A lesser man would assume that blood sucking harpy had something to hold over you, but ‘The TWiSTeD Guerrilla’ is more astute than that. You’ve seen, first hand, the destructive force that is Mary-Joanna, she poisons and corrupts everything she comes into contact with, yet you willingly do her bidding. Many people think ‘The Blessed One’ is unobservant, but Travis Roberts notices the important things, and there is only one possible explanation for your alignment with GIW’s own ‘Queen of the Damned’, only one reason you would be sitting in the shadow of that roided up no-hoper...she’s planning something and you don’t want to be far from the action...’
[Randy shrugs his shoulders, and merely continues smoking his cigarette. Travis calmly places his hand on the door frame and leans closer to Randy’s]
Travis – ‘Something’s going on...and I want in’
[Travis steps back and waits Randy’s response, The Red Bull Icon merely smiles a wry smile before responding...]
Randy – ‘Let me think about that...’
[Randy then, smiling mockingly, slams the door in ‘The Headliners’ face. ‘Thye Blessed One stands for a few moments, staring at the door through his glasses, as if expecting Randy to open the door, but the familiar sound of gas escaping from a sealed carbonated drink from beyond the door suggests that Randy Boolzian has said his last words on the matter...for now at least. Travis turns around and continues his wander down the deserted hallway.
As he approaches the exit to the arena, he is stopped in his tracks as a figure leaps in front of him, the figure is non other than Donovan Hastings...]
Travis – ‘Lord Chief?’
Hastings – ‘Nay! I am a might pirate, En Guard!’
[Hastings tosses a plastic sword to ‘The Headliner’ who catches it first time, and looks down at it in confusion, before being poked in the ribs by the plastic blade of Hastings’ toy rapier.]
Hastings – ‘My handkerchief shall wipe up your blood!’
[Travis has no choice but to engage Hatsings in this comedic sword fight, swinging back at The Lord]
Travis – ‘So you’re taking over from Bones?’
Hastings – ‘Touché, well played Travis, you may now come drink grog with my motley band of scurvy sailors. Avast!’
Travis – ‘Unfortunately ‘The Headliner’ has places to be...’
Hastings – ‘What?’
Travis – ‘Ummm...’The Blessed One’ be going pillaging, yaaaaar!’
Hastings – ‘Then I shall see thee next when we send those landlubbers Dredd and Gabby to Davey Jones’ locker on Sunday!’
[Before Travis can respond, a red rope unfurls from the ceiling and Donovan swings out of view down the corridor]
Rope – ‘No one ever questions...Hyuk....Hyuk...Hyuk!’
[The Headliner is left, once again, standing alone in the halls of GIW. He then walks outside to fine a few reporters milling about, and he launches into a brief, trademark tirade.]
Travis – ‘This Sunday will see ‘The Headliner’ take on the three that wish to take what is his. This is the life of a champion, a champion must have the confidence to overcome the likes of the powerful Dredd, the technically superb Donovan Hastings and the gutsy Gabby. This is the kind of challenge ‘The Blessed One’ relishes, the moments others fail to shine. These are the moments where ‘The Headliner’ shows the world his pedigree.
But in Japan, what we will go through is not a match, it is not a display of anything apart from rage and inner hatred. ‘The Blessed One’ has never felt the urge to scar, or disfigure ‘The Diamond Princess’, it is simply not in Travis Roberts’ nature. But it has been set, that at No Holds Barred in order to retain the Unified Global Championship ‘The Most Influential Icon in Sports Entertainment this Millennia’ must go to Japan, and display the traits that earned him the name ‘The TWiSTeD Icon’. For, you see, Travis Roberts will do anything to keep hold of this title, even if that includes disfiguring a picture of beauty like Gabrielle Montgomery, an act ‘The Blessed One’ would never consider.
For this is the life of a champion, it demands your undivided attention, it demands your focus, it demands your blood, and it demands sacrifice. Sacrifice or your body, your morals and ultimately the sacrifice of others, friends, loved ones and enemies. Dredd, Hastings and Gabby all strive for this life, but do they really want it? Have they any true idea of what they wish for? ‘The Headliner’ does, and Travis Roberts will sacrifice anything he has to, to keep living it, whatever the price, even if that price is a young ladies future.’
[With that Travis turns and walks back inside the arena as our view, fades to black]
[‘The Blessed One’ opens his eyes abruptly and sits up dead straight with a slight look of panic and bewilderment plastered across his face.. Travis rubs his eyes and looks around the room, whilst wiping the beads of sweat from his brow, hye is unsurprisingly in his locker room, sprawled out across his sofa. Once he has taken a few moments to reacquaint himself with the world of the conscious, he leans forwards and picks up a half smoked pre-rolled that was sitting in the ashtray on the coffee table in front of ‘The Blessed One’, he ignites it’s tip once more and takes one large drag on the cylindrical delicacy.
As he attempts to wake up with the help of his biggest vice, he picks up a remote control and turns on his enormous flat screen, and unpauses the image that appears. In full HD glory, Mick Foley, dressed as Cactus Jack, and Terry Funk are engaging in a battle unlike anything seen on standard, worldwide wrestling programmes, blood pours from each man’s body, and the ring resembles the ‘Demilitarized Zone’ In Korea, more than a place to display wrestling excellence. ‘The Headliners’ eyes are glued to the screen, his brow furrowed, and a look of concern on his face that we are unaccustomed to seeing upon the face of the Unified Global Champion.
As the match comes to its bloody and explosive climax, Travis uses the remote control to switch the TV off once more, and then just sits, in silence, staring at the blank screen. He then reaches underneath the sofa and drags out a battered old box, he rummages through its contents, we can see various DVD’s, Event programmes and other wrestling memorabilia, eventually finding what he was looking for. He pulls out a long cylindrical roll of paper, bound by an rubber band, which ‘The Headliner’ removes and unfurls the item. Our view then changes to over ‘The Blessed Ones’ shoulder, and we see the detail on the poster he has retrieved. At the top sits the Yin Yan Symbol that represented TWiSTeD Fight Club, the long dead promotion, and underneath it is a picture of a much younger looking Travis Roberts, opposite the image of a deranged looking wrestler. Mary-Joanna Roberts clings off the shoulder of ‘The Headliner’ in the image, looking towards his face with an expression of infatuation. And underneath, in blood red lettering the poster reads ‘ARE YOU READY TO GET TWiSTeD?’.
Travis stares at the poster for a few moments before swiftly rolling it back up and replacing it into the box, which he then returns to its place underneath the sofa. Following this ‘The TWiSTeD Icon’ merely sits, staring at the now empty screen, occasionally reaching up with one of his hands to clutch at his forehead. Before long though the tension is broken, as everyone’s favourite example of the perils of childhood obesity, Tate Levene, bursts through the door, carrying a bunch of light tubes. ‘The Headliner’ looks up, and his face turns into an expression of pure horror, as he then reaches out, grasping to pick up his Aviator sunglasses from the table, placing them quickly onto his face to hide his eyes from his agent.]
Tate – ‘Hey Boss! I had an idea!’
Travis – ‘Travis Roberts isn’t sure he wants to hear another method of combining cheese and chocolate into one massive taste explosion...’
Tate – ‘No...not one of those idea’s, this one’s about Japan, and your match...I think I’ve found a way to ensure it ends quickly and you don’t sustain heavy scarring or disfiguration...’
[Travis’ interest is quite visibly increased as Tate speaks, and ‘The Headliner’ turns fully to look at his agent, and motions with his hands for the Chubby Little Funster to continue]
Tate – ‘Well...what if we were to modify a light tube and insert small, but powerful, C4 charges inside of it. Then all it would take is one direct hit to Gabby’s face, and it’d be over...’
[After hearing Tate’s explanation Travis’ initial expectations are obviously let down, and he turns and slumps back on the sofa, and lets out a deep sigh before responding.]
Travis – ‘And how, pray tell, do you intend to get light tubes stuffed with C4 onto an international flight? No, don’t tell Travis, ‘The Headliner’ isn’t sure he wants to find out. There is no way to plan for a match of this type, at No Holds Barred ‘The Headliner’ will be defending his Unified Global Championship in the kind of match that can change a person’s life, and in many different ways, it is futile to try and plan for that.’
Tate – ‘Sorry...I just thought...Well you seemed a little....I mean, I was hoping I could find a way to help you...worry less, you’ve been even more distracted than the past couple of weeks since the announcement of the main event at NHB...’
Travis – ‘Worry? Worry? Travis Roberts would have thought you’d known ‘The Blessed One’ long enough to realise ‘The Headliner’ doesn’t do anxious...’
[Travis’ statement clearly sounds less believable than usual, but Tate seemingly doesn’t notice...]
Tate – ‘maybe it’s just me then, you said it yourself, this match can change people’s lives. I’m worried about what kind of frame of mind you’ll come out of it in...if you are even able to walk out...’
Travis – ‘Listen kid, don’t worry about ‘The TWiSTeD Icons’ frame of mind, as ever Travis Roberts is perfectly calm. ‘The Headliner’ does have some concern though, and that is for his opponent. ‘The Blessed One’ has made it clear he has the greatest respect for Gabrielle Montgomery as an athlete, and agrees that she deserves her shot. But this can’t have been what she expected, this match will not highlight her skills, it will not be a battle won by the finest technician, or even the best wrestling....it will be won by luck, blood and sacrifice. Gabby can only be thinking that if she does not triumph, that it will not have been the contest she would have wished for to put her talents on display. This match is more akin to the likes of Aragato and Raenius...in other terms, the mentally unstable, who impress with force and violence, rather than grace and technique. It certainly isn’t a match usually associated with two people of striking attractiveness. Boss P has turned what could have been the best looking main event in GIW history, into what could become the ugliest...’
Tate – ‘At least scars make a guy look mysterious and dangerous, on a girl it just makes them look like a street walker with that Damascus guy as a pimp...so maybe Gabby has more to lose?’
Travis – ‘Looks? You think look’s are more important than the Unified Global Championship? More important than leading this company through its most trying period to date? Whoever wins at Rising Sun, will have to come of the back of the most brutal card in the industries history, and convince the dissenting population of the United States that we are not a corrupting force on today’s youth, that we do not promote acts of violence.
If Travis Roberts loses the opportunity to be that very leader, the future of Global impact Wrestling could be at stake. Gabby will merely lose a few photo shoots, but if she competes again after the most high profile inter-gender deathmatch, if she is able to step inside a ring once more, she will have proved her doubters wrong. You see Gabby doesn’t need to succeed in claiming the Unified Global Championship in Japan to be deemed successful, she merely has to survive.’
Tate – ‘Ok...so...the exploding lighttube idea is out then?’
[Travis slaps his right hand palm against his forehead before rising from his seat, and striding past Tate and out of the door. On entering the corridor Travis looks around and notes that there is not a sole to be seen, an unusual predicament in the halls of Global Impact Wrestling. He walks slowly down the hall, his footsteps echoing around the empty space, he seems to walk without purpose, and looks around the hallway for signs of life.]
Travis – ‘This doesn’t feel good....’
[The deserted nature of the halls is so unsettling, ‘The Headliner’ stops in his tracks and slowly turns 360 degree’s taking in everything around him before once again speaking to himself...’
Travis – ‘Why does it feel like the last week of school before graduation, like Travis Roberts must say goodbye to this place?’
[‘The Blessed Ones’ body shivers at this thought, and he then shakes his head trying to pull himself together. He stands though for a few moments more, gazing around the hallways before obviously deciding on a course of action and begins striding with more purpose down the hall. He stops outside a door and raps on it abruptly...within a few moments Randy Boolzian appears on the other side, holding Connie, who is chewing on the Hardcore Title, under one arm...]
Randy – ‘Travis? Twice in the space of a week, people will start to talk...’
Travis – ‘We need to talk.’
Randy – ‘You’re breaking up with me? You hear that Connie...how will we ever survive?’
Travis – ‘Look, this is serious...’
Randy – ‘Look if you’ve come to GIW’s longest reigning Hardcore Champion for some advice on your Deathmatch at No Holds Barred, as much as I’d obviously love to help such a trusted old friend as yourself, I’m tied up trying to teach MJ’s Pet self restraint, we can’t have him licking his own rear end live on Live on Pay-Per-View, and believe me when I say that’s a very real issue with this kid...’
Travis – ‘Travis Roberts come to you for advice? Yeah and eD cASe has magically grown a spine.’
Randy – ‘Yeah, I figured. Given past form though I’m probably not gonna get a word in edgeways over the next few minutes, and Connie is calmed by my voice...’
[Randy uses his free arm to reach into a pocket and he pulls out a pack of cigarettes and his Zippo lighter, he places Connie on the floor who scampers off, before lighting his cigarette and leaning against the wall, getting comfortable prior to the inevitable Travis monologue]
Travis – ‘Look, I know we’re not over, done, finished, or whatever else you wanna say about it...’
[Randy’s cigarette almost falls out of his lips as the Red Bull Icon’s jaw started to gape at the last sentence, before he quickly raises his hand to catch the falling stick of nicotine.]
Randy – ‘You do?
[Travis continues, oblivious to the tone, inflection and relevance of BoolZ’s reply]
Travis – ‘’The Blessed One’ concurs that there is more to come between the ‘Most Influential Icon in Sports Entertainment this Millennia’ and ‘GIW’s Worst Decision Maker’ , but at this current time it serves neither of us to pursue it. But something puzzled ‘The Headliner’ for some time, after being one half, albeit the weaker half, of what was possibly GIW’s greatest feud, you embroiled yourself in a pointless feud with ‘The Blessed Ones’ challenger, to prove some unknown point. Which brought us to the point we find ourselves at now, Randy Boolzian in the space of a few short months has gone from Number 1 contender for the Unified Global Championship and GIW’s hottest young talent, to a man at the beck and call of ‘The Blessed Ones’ ex wife.
A lesser man would assume that blood sucking harpy had something to hold over you, but ‘The TWiSTeD Guerrilla’ is more astute than that. You’ve seen, first hand, the destructive force that is Mary-Joanna, she poisons and corrupts everything she comes into contact with, yet you willingly do her bidding. Many people think ‘The Blessed One’ is unobservant, but Travis Roberts notices the important things, and there is only one possible explanation for your alignment with GIW’s own ‘Queen of the Damned’, only one reason you would be sitting in the shadow of that roided up no-hoper...she’s planning something and you don’t want to be far from the action...’
[Randy shrugs his shoulders, and merely continues smoking his cigarette. Travis calmly places his hand on the door frame and leans closer to Randy’s]
Travis – ‘Something’s going on...and I want in’
[Travis steps back and waits Randy’s response, The Red Bull Icon merely smiles a wry smile before responding...]
Randy – ‘Let me think about that...’
[Randy then, smiling mockingly, slams the door in ‘The Headliners’ face. ‘Thye Blessed One stands for a few moments, staring at the door through his glasses, as if expecting Randy to open the door, but the familiar sound of gas escaping from a sealed carbonated drink from beyond the door suggests that Randy Boolzian has said his last words on the matter...for now at least. Travis turns around and continues his wander down the deserted hallway.
As he approaches the exit to the arena, he is stopped in his tracks as a figure leaps in front of him, the figure is non other than Donovan Hastings...]
Travis – ‘Lord Chief?’
Hastings – ‘Nay! I am a might pirate, En Guard!’
[Hastings tosses a plastic sword to ‘The Headliner’ who catches it first time, and looks down at it in confusion, before being poked in the ribs by the plastic blade of Hastings’ toy rapier.]
Hastings – ‘My handkerchief shall wipe up your blood!’
[Travis has no choice but to engage Hatsings in this comedic sword fight, swinging back at The Lord]
Travis – ‘So you’re taking over from Bones?’
Hastings – ‘Touché, well played Travis, you may now come drink grog with my motley band of scurvy sailors. Avast!’
Travis – ‘Unfortunately ‘The Headliner’ has places to be...’
Hastings – ‘What?’
Travis – ‘Ummm...’The Blessed One’ be going pillaging, yaaaaar!’
Hastings – ‘Then I shall see thee next when we send those landlubbers Dredd and Gabby to Davey Jones’ locker on Sunday!’
[Before Travis can respond, a red rope unfurls from the ceiling and Donovan swings out of view down the corridor]
Rope – ‘No one ever questions...Hyuk....Hyuk...Hyuk!’
[The Headliner is left, once again, standing alone in the halls of GIW. He then walks outside to fine a few reporters milling about, and he launches into a brief, trademark tirade.]
Travis – ‘This Sunday will see ‘The Headliner’ take on the three that wish to take what is his. This is the life of a champion, a champion must have the confidence to overcome the likes of the powerful Dredd, the technically superb Donovan Hastings and the gutsy Gabby. This is the kind of challenge ‘The Blessed One’ relishes, the moments others fail to shine. These are the moments where ‘The Headliner’ shows the world his pedigree.
But in Japan, what we will go through is not a match, it is not a display of anything apart from rage and inner hatred. ‘The Blessed One’ has never felt the urge to scar, or disfigure ‘The Diamond Princess’, it is simply not in Travis Roberts’ nature. But it has been set, that at No Holds Barred in order to retain the Unified Global Championship ‘The Most Influential Icon in Sports Entertainment this Millennia’ must go to Japan, and display the traits that earned him the name ‘The TWiSTeD Icon’. For, you see, Travis Roberts will do anything to keep hold of this title, even if that includes disfiguring a picture of beauty like Gabrielle Montgomery, an act ‘The Blessed One’ would never consider.
For this is the life of a champion, it demands your undivided attention, it demands your focus, it demands your blood, and it demands sacrifice. Sacrifice or your body, your morals and ultimately the sacrifice of others, friends, loved ones and enemies. Dredd, Hastings and Gabby all strive for this life, but do they really want it? Have they any true idea of what they wish for? ‘The Headliner’ does, and Travis Roberts will sacrifice anything he has to, to keep living it, whatever the price, even if that price is a young ladies future.’
[With that Travis turns and walks back inside the arena as our view, fades to black]
