Post by T-Robosaurus Rex on Jul 22, 2009 19:45:50 GMT -5
[The scene opens and we are greeted by the sight of dozens of armed men, eyes keenly fixed upon the horizon, scanning the peripheries of their vision for anything threatening or suspicious. They stand around an obvious security checkpoint allowing access into a base within. The magnitude of their task can be summed up by the deathly silence that they carry out their duties in. Each mans skin is deeply tanned suggesting they have been under the extreme sun for a long stretch of time. As they scan the distance a plume of dust appears on the horizon getting closer with every second. The soldiers grip their guns more tightly, some even holding their breath awaiting the approach of the speeding vehicle that obviously approaches the checkpoint.
These men spend every day under the constant threat of violent, deadly attack, yet each day they rise from their beds and carry out their duties without so much as a question as to why they do it. ‘Time off’ is not a term they can relate to, even when sleeping these individuals are in a near permanent state of alertness, and such extreme stress upon the mind and body can take its toll. Each man stares out at the oncoming ball of dust and prepares themselves for what could be their last moments on earth, they think of friends, they contemplate never seeing their family again, and then they stand up straight an await whatever comes for them from the distance.
The tension is broken slightly when the vehicle is recognised as an armoured car of the variety used by the United State Armed Forces, but the tension doesn’t disperse immediately with that discovery. Despite the initial ID of a friendly vehicle, the horrors and violence the soldiers on guard have encountered and witnessed firsthand have left them edgy, they refuse to relax until the very last moment. Visions of colleagues being carried back from scenes of carnage and destruction understandably underlie these heightened feelings of nerves and stress, the families torn apart by the destruction and unpredictability of this war lay heavy on their minds, rightfully causing these men to be more vigilant than they would be at home.
It isn’t until the armoured vehicles begins to slow down around half a mile from the entrance to the barracks that the soldiers allow themselves to relax somewhat, but still remain ever alert, scanning the horizon for anything out of place, until the armoured vehicle finally comes to a stop feet away from the entrance. The door to the vehicle opens, and clambering out after the military driver is none other than Old Lady Levene, with a look of hell plastered across her face. The back doors swing open and her obese Grandson, and the agent of GIW’s Unified Global Champion, Tate Levene heaves himself onto the ground. The Military Driver approaches the checkpoint with papers and begins speaking to the Soldier obviously in charge, as Old Lady Levene and Tate begin talking to one another]
Old Lady Levene – ‘Japan was bad enough...now we are surrounded by savages...’
Tate – ‘I thought you’d be happy to entertain the troops...’
Old Lady Levene – ‘Do I look like Dolly Parton?’
Tate – ‘No...but some would say you have a striking resemblance to Bob Hope...’
Old Lady Levene – ‘You cheeky little so and so...’
Tate – ‘You did ask...’
Old Lady Levene – ‘Don’t get clever with me young man. You know very well I was making a point. This is no place for us, you are not an entertainer, neither am I, what on earth are they doing sending us into the middle of a warzone surrounded by uncivilised savages...this is no place for a Lady and a young man...’
Tate – ‘Where Travis goes, I go, you should know that by now...’
Old Lady Levene – ‘What are we even trying to achieve in this godforsaken country...’
Tate – ‘Right now I think we’re hoping they can govern and protect themselves and ensure no insurgencies disrupt the hard work done over the past few years...’
Old Lady Levene – ‘Not America, GIW...you are really trying my patience Tate, you know I don’t react well to the heat...’
Tate – ‘You think I do? Blinking is causing me to work up a sweat...’
Old Lady Levene – ‘How do they expect to put a show on in these surroundings, it’s ridiculous. This company has made some pretty stupid decisions since I’ve been chaperoning you, but this has to take the biscuit.’
Tate – ‘I think it’s a great idea...’
Old Lady Levene – ‘Oh, you do do you! You’ve never had an original thought in your life, what garbage has Travis been feeding you this week when I’m not around...’
[Old Lady Levene is becoming visibly frustrated with Tate, more so than usual, an obvious product of the immense heat and humidity that engulfs them both. A few grunts can be heard from the back of the Armoured Car as the Unified Global Champion, Travis Roberts, gingerly pulls himself onto the sandy ground below, wincing as his stands upright.]
Travis – ‘Public Opinion’
[Tate and his grandmother both look quizzically at ‘The Headliner’ as he stands with his trademark Aviators covering his still blackened eyes, the effort of standing obviously causing him pain in many different places.]
Old Lady Levene – ‘Those painkillers are making him spout random words I see...’
Travis – ‘Why are we here? The answer to that question is Public Opinion. Global Impact Wrestling wants to return home, to a country that have shunned us for our extreme need to express ourselves, a country whose Government has seized our arena and is investigating our business.
So this is all an exercise in pulling Public Opinion back in our favour, how better than to entertain the troops...’
Old Lady Levene – ‘In a war that a vast majority of the country no longer supports? That sounds just like the GIW thinking I’ve become accustomed too...’
Travis – ‘GIW isn’t making a statement regarding the war itself, this is a message of support for all the men and women in the Armed Forces that put their lives on the line everyday without question. They didn’t choose their assignments, they just got on with it, and Public Opinion will always be on their side. So it’s smart for us to try and get on that side too.’
Old Lady Levene – ‘That still does not explain why Tate has to be here? And thus why I have to be here too.’
Travis – ‘’The Headliner’ can only assume he committed mass genocide in a past life, and this is his punishment...the Deathmatch of Doom was nothing compared to spending all this time on tour with you...’
[Before the bickering between the Unified Global Champion and his agents ageing Grandmother can escalate further, the officer that drove the group to the Barracks comes over and leads the trio inside the encampment. The group walk in silence as they pass troops engaged in various tasks, not one of the service people even batting an eyelid to the arrival of the Unified Global Champion, they have more serious thoughts on their mind.
As they get deeper into the complex a familiar face approaches the group, each member giving a different response to the sighting, Old Lady Levene rolls her eyes and gives a disapproving tut, Tate’s tongue almost hits the sandy floor as it hangs from his mouth, and Travis merely sighs. Dressed in tight Khaki shorts, with matching cap and shirt approaches Mary-Joanna Roberts, the subject of their differing responses. Much to Tate’s disappointment, and Old Lady Levene’s disapproval, Travis signals for them to continue on as he turns to speak with his estranged wife, and sarcastically greets her.]
Travis – ‘Darling, how good of you to meet ‘The Headliner’, he assumes you’ve drawn him a nice romantic bath upon his arrival.’
Mary-Joanna – ‘And here Mary-Joanna was hoping that Deathmatch would have knocked the realisation they you’re not funny into that stubborn subconscious of yours. Where’s Randy?’
[The question takes Travis by surprise and he struggles to hide the fact he has been caught off balance...]
Travis – ‘How the hell should I...’The Headliner’ know?’
Mary-Joanna – ‘Well you seemed to be quite friendly after you came to his rescue at Sentinel. MJ always wondered when your obvious attraction to one another would come to fruition...’The TWiSTeD Heiress’ thought your love for one another would blossom earlier ever since the departure of Declan, but true love knows not the barriers of time...’
Travis – ‘Wonderful, your talents really are wasted here in GIW, you’d make a killing as the next Jackie Collins. Last week had nothing to do with BoolZ...and before you even think it, it had nothing to do with yourself either...’
Mary-Joanna – ‘MJ wouldn’t be foolish enough to think you’d ever do anything for her. You never did when we were together and supposedly madly in love, why would that change now. ‘The TWiSTeD Matriarch’ can read between the lines, it’s all about the Penguin...’
Travis – ‘Damn right it is, and you and Randy just happen to be on the right side of this, and frankly if Travis Roberts were a religious man he’d regard such events as a miracle, both of you making a good decision, remarkable...’
Mary-Joanna – ‘Whatever your reasons and self justifications your decisions have put your destiny in the hands of Mary-Joanna, because when we rid this company of that webbed footed misogynist it will be your beloved who will naturally take the helm. So it would be in your best interests, MJ would think, to work a little closer with your future boss.’
Travis – ‘As long as there is a breath in ‘The Headliners’ body, he will never bow down to your whims, unlike Randy ‘The Blessed One’ knows just how close to you it is safe to be, and no matter what, ‘The TWiSTeD Icon’ intends to venture no closer. And as long as Travis Roberts is Unified Global Champion he is in charge of his own destiny.’
Mary-Joanna – ‘And you accuse Randy of making bad decisions! Do you really want myself and Boss P gunning for that belt, you know you need ‘The TWiSTeD Heiress’ more than she needs you, with or without your help, Boss P’s time is up, but you know damn well in what little time he has left, he will make it his mission to dethrone you.’
Travis – ‘Just under two weeks ago he tried to blow ‘The Headliner’ up, but ‘The Blessed One’ overcame that, and was even able to save your only ally from the wolves last week despite the countless injuries to ‘The Most Influential Icon in Sports Entertainment this Millennia’ had picked up in Japan. Travis Roberts didn’t need your help then, why would he need it now?’
Mary-Joanna – ‘Because everything’s about to change, it’s not going to just be Boss P and Dredd, can’t you see he is already manoeuvring, and whether you accept MJ’s help or not, he’ll have you in his sights as well. You talk so much about bad decisions; wouldn’t it be wreck less of you to stand alone now, when you will be facing down the very same foe as ‘The TWiSTeD Matriarch’?’
Travis – ‘You are just being paranoid, your battle with Boss P is in the boardroom, no-one that climbs in that ring gives a damn about your grudges. That Flightless Oily Bastard ain’t gonna raise an army, that’s just delusional...’
Mary-Joanna – ‘If you really believe that why did you help Randy...’
Travis - ‘ We’ve been through this, because ‘The Headliner’ has had enough of that damn bird doing whatever he wants with Declans company, and it just so happened Randy was the individual that needed saving...’
Mary-Joanna – ‘If only MJ didn’t know you so well, you might have been able to pull off such a convincing lie. But Mary-Jo knows it was because you know you can’t count on Hastings, he wants what you have, and Boss P can help him get that, he won’t stand against him, no-one will line up behind you...you realised you needed MJ’s help...’
Travis – ‘Keep telling yourself that Darling, whatever helps you get through yet another day without ‘The Blessed Ones’ embrace. It’s quite obvious that ‘The Headliners’ punishment is far from over, clearly we will find ourselves in one another’s presence more regularly over the coming weeks. If only there was medication available for such insufferable pain...’
Mary-Joanna – ‘MJ is tiring of this, and has much more important things to worry about than your delusions of grandeur. If you can’t accept you need ‘The TWiSTeD Heiress’’ help, at least get on the same page as Randy, you both need to stop acting like children and watch one another’s backs. Now Mary-Joanna has a Commander to speak with, and as much as MJ would love to hear whatever witty retort you have formulated in your mind, it shall just have to wait. Just remember, GIW is on the brink of war, now's not the time for holding grudges.’
[Mary-Joanna turns and walks away from Travis who just watches her go with a thinly veiled air of contempt surrounding him. As his shapely wife walks into the distance the scene fades out, and reopens inside a large tent, where Travis Roberts sits on a camping bed, sweating profusely, opposite Tate Levene who has his mouth full of an unknown delicacy, as Travis speaks aloud, his breath sounding shallow]
Travis – ‘She speaks as if there is some war coming...whilst she stands inside an army barracks in Baghdad, not a single flutter of irony crossed her botoxed face. The worrying thing is that parasitic example of the female sex merely highlights what is endemic to this company, the need to over dramatize everything, the feeling that what we think is in some way special. ‘The Headliner’ does not pretend that he is some philosopher or teacher of a higher, purer plain of thought, he is merely an Entertainer, and the best in the industry at that. Global Impact Wrestling will never produce a Nobel Prize winner, nor will it produce a future President of the United States, but some continue to act as though there acts and deed’s are as important as some of the greatest task humanity has to offer.
War is not coming, just a big fight. She’s right ‘The Blessed One’ can see it coming, the sides are slowly forming, and there will be one hell of a confrontation. But it will not be war, it will be entertainment, and when it comes to entertaining nobody does it better than ‘The Blessed One’. Travis Roberts will keep her close though; ‘The Headliner’ knows all too well that MJ cannot be left unwatched, especially on the brink of access to such power.
‘The Blessed One’ does not need her help, no-one Boss P can recruit intimidates Travis Roberts, there is a reason ‘The Blessed One’ has been at the top of GIW for so long, because no-one can better him, it’s got to the point where Donovan Hastings, a man who upon ‘The TWiSTeD Guerrillas’ debut in GIW was losing to the likes of Komosube and Chris Austin, is deemed the Number One Contender to the Unified Global Championship because there is no-one more credible left!
Despite the various stitches, burns and scars, alongside the muscle and ligament damage suffered, Travis Roberts will continue to entertain like only he can, and this week he’ll entertain the men and women of the United States Armed Forces, and try and help them forget the horrors they endure every other minute of the day. Boss P can throw what he likes at ‘The Blessed One’ but Travis Roberts will endure as he has every day since he arrived in GIW over a year ago. Whatever the coming weeks have in store, GIW can be certain of one thing, ‘The Headliner’ will take it all in his stride.’
[With that Travis falls backwards, covered in sweat, onto the bed as the scene fades out.]
These men spend every day under the constant threat of violent, deadly attack, yet each day they rise from their beds and carry out their duties without so much as a question as to why they do it. ‘Time off’ is not a term they can relate to, even when sleeping these individuals are in a near permanent state of alertness, and such extreme stress upon the mind and body can take its toll. Each man stares out at the oncoming ball of dust and prepares themselves for what could be their last moments on earth, they think of friends, they contemplate never seeing their family again, and then they stand up straight an await whatever comes for them from the distance.
The tension is broken slightly when the vehicle is recognised as an armoured car of the variety used by the United State Armed Forces, but the tension doesn’t disperse immediately with that discovery. Despite the initial ID of a friendly vehicle, the horrors and violence the soldiers on guard have encountered and witnessed firsthand have left them edgy, they refuse to relax until the very last moment. Visions of colleagues being carried back from scenes of carnage and destruction understandably underlie these heightened feelings of nerves and stress, the families torn apart by the destruction and unpredictability of this war lay heavy on their minds, rightfully causing these men to be more vigilant than they would be at home.
It isn’t until the armoured vehicles begins to slow down around half a mile from the entrance to the barracks that the soldiers allow themselves to relax somewhat, but still remain ever alert, scanning the horizon for anything out of place, until the armoured vehicle finally comes to a stop feet away from the entrance. The door to the vehicle opens, and clambering out after the military driver is none other than Old Lady Levene, with a look of hell plastered across her face. The back doors swing open and her obese Grandson, and the agent of GIW’s Unified Global Champion, Tate Levene heaves himself onto the ground. The Military Driver approaches the checkpoint with papers and begins speaking to the Soldier obviously in charge, as Old Lady Levene and Tate begin talking to one another]
Old Lady Levene – ‘Japan was bad enough...now we are surrounded by savages...’
Tate – ‘I thought you’d be happy to entertain the troops...’
Old Lady Levene – ‘Do I look like Dolly Parton?’
Tate – ‘No...but some would say you have a striking resemblance to Bob Hope...’
Old Lady Levene – ‘You cheeky little so and so...’
Tate – ‘You did ask...’
Old Lady Levene – ‘Don’t get clever with me young man. You know very well I was making a point. This is no place for us, you are not an entertainer, neither am I, what on earth are they doing sending us into the middle of a warzone surrounded by uncivilised savages...this is no place for a Lady and a young man...’
Tate – ‘Where Travis goes, I go, you should know that by now...’
Old Lady Levene – ‘What are we even trying to achieve in this godforsaken country...’
Tate – ‘Right now I think we’re hoping they can govern and protect themselves and ensure no insurgencies disrupt the hard work done over the past few years...’
Old Lady Levene – ‘Not America, GIW...you are really trying my patience Tate, you know I don’t react well to the heat...’
Tate – ‘You think I do? Blinking is causing me to work up a sweat...’
Old Lady Levene – ‘How do they expect to put a show on in these surroundings, it’s ridiculous. This company has made some pretty stupid decisions since I’ve been chaperoning you, but this has to take the biscuit.’
Tate – ‘I think it’s a great idea...’
Old Lady Levene – ‘Oh, you do do you! You’ve never had an original thought in your life, what garbage has Travis been feeding you this week when I’m not around...’
[Old Lady Levene is becoming visibly frustrated with Tate, more so than usual, an obvious product of the immense heat and humidity that engulfs them both. A few grunts can be heard from the back of the Armoured Car as the Unified Global Champion, Travis Roberts, gingerly pulls himself onto the sandy ground below, wincing as his stands upright.]
Travis – ‘Public Opinion’
[Tate and his grandmother both look quizzically at ‘The Headliner’ as he stands with his trademark Aviators covering his still blackened eyes, the effort of standing obviously causing him pain in many different places.]
Old Lady Levene – ‘Those painkillers are making him spout random words I see...’
Travis – ‘Why are we here? The answer to that question is Public Opinion. Global Impact Wrestling wants to return home, to a country that have shunned us for our extreme need to express ourselves, a country whose Government has seized our arena and is investigating our business.
So this is all an exercise in pulling Public Opinion back in our favour, how better than to entertain the troops...’
Old Lady Levene – ‘In a war that a vast majority of the country no longer supports? That sounds just like the GIW thinking I’ve become accustomed too...’
Travis – ‘GIW isn’t making a statement regarding the war itself, this is a message of support for all the men and women in the Armed Forces that put their lives on the line everyday without question. They didn’t choose their assignments, they just got on with it, and Public Opinion will always be on their side. So it’s smart for us to try and get on that side too.’
Old Lady Levene – ‘That still does not explain why Tate has to be here? And thus why I have to be here too.’
Travis – ‘’The Headliner’ can only assume he committed mass genocide in a past life, and this is his punishment...the Deathmatch of Doom was nothing compared to spending all this time on tour with you...’
[Before the bickering between the Unified Global Champion and his agents ageing Grandmother can escalate further, the officer that drove the group to the Barracks comes over and leads the trio inside the encampment. The group walk in silence as they pass troops engaged in various tasks, not one of the service people even batting an eyelid to the arrival of the Unified Global Champion, they have more serious thoughts on their mind.
As they get deeper into the complex a familiar face approaches the group, each member giving a different response to the sighting, Old Lady Levene rolls her eyes and gives a disapproving tut, Tate’s tongue almost hits the sandy floor as it hangs from his mouth, and Travis merely sighs. Dressed in tight Khaki shorts, with matching cap and shirt approaches Mary-Joanna Roberts, the subject of their differing responses. Much to Tate’s disappointment, and Old Lady Levene’s disapproval, Travis signals for them to continue on as he turns to speak with his estranged wife, and sarcastically greets her.]
Travis – ‘Darling, how good of you to meet ‘The Headliner’, he assumes you’ve drawn him a nice romantic bath upon his arrival.’
Mary-Joanna – ‘And here Mary-Joanna was hoping that Deathmatch would have knocked the realisation they you’re not funny into that stubborn subconscious of yours. Where’s Randy?’
[The question takes Travis by surprise and he struggles to hide the fact he has been caught off balance...]
Travis – ‘How the hell should I...’The Headliner’ know?’
Mary-Joanna – ‘Well you seemed to be quite friendly after you came to his rescue at Sentinel. MJ always wondered when your obvious attraction to one another would come to fruition...’The TWiSTeD Heiress’ thought your love for one another would blossom earlier ever since the departure of Declan, but true love knows not the barriers of time...’
Travis – ‘Wonderful, your talents really are wasted here in GIW, you’d make a killing as the next Jackie Collins. Last week had nothing to do with BoolZ...and before you even think it, it had nothing to do with yourself either...’
Mary-Joanna – ‘MJ wouldn’t be foolish enough to think you’d ever do anything for her. You never did when we were together and supposedly madly in love, why would that change now. ‘The TWiSTeD Matriarch’ can read between the lines, it’s all about the Penguin...’
Travis – ‘Damn right it is, and you and Randy just happen to be on the right side of this, and frankly if Travis Roberts were a religious man he’d regard such events as a miracle, both of you making a good decision, remarkable...’
Mary-Joanna – ‘Whatever your reasons and self justifications your decisions have put your destiny in the hands of Mary-Joanna, because when we rid this company of that webbed footed misogynist it will be your beloved who will naturally take the helm. So it would be in your best interests, MJ would think, to work a little closer with your future boss.’
Travis – ‘As long as there is a breath in ‘The Headliners’ body, he will never bow down to your whims, unlike Randy ‘The Blessed One’ knows just how close to you it is safe to be, and no matter what, ‘The TWiSTeD Icon’ intends to venture no closer. And as long as Travis Roberts is Unified Global Champion he is in charge of his own destiny.’
Mary-Joanna – ‘And you accuse Randy of making bad decisions! Do you really want myself and Boss P gunning for that belt, you know you need ‘The TWiSTeD Heiress’ more than she needs you, with or without your help, Boss P’s time is up, but you know damn well in what little time he has left, he will make it his mission to dethrone you.’
Travis – ‘Just under two weeks ago he tried to blow ‘The Headliner’ up, but ‘The Blessed One’ overcame that, and was even able to save your only ally from the wolves last week despite the countless injuries to ‘The Most Influential Icon in Sports Entertainment this Millennia’ had picked up in Japan. Travis Roberts didn’t need your help then, why would he need it now?’
Mary-Joanna – ‘Because everything’s about to change, it’s not going to just be Boss P and Dredd, can’t you see he is already manoeuvring, and whether you accept MJ’s help or not, he’ll have you in his sights as well. You talk so much about bad decisions; wouldn’t it be wreck less of you to stand alone now, when you will be facing down the very same foe as ‘The TWiSTeD Matriarch’?’
Travis – ‘You are just being paranoid, your battle with Boss P is in the boardroom, no-one that climbs in that ring gives a damn about your grudges. That Flightless Oily Bastard ain’t gonna raise an army, that’s just delusional...’
Mary-Joanna – ‘If you really believe that why did you help Randy...’
Travis - ‘ We’ve been through this, because ‘The Headliner’ has had enough of that damn bird doing whatever he wants with Declans company, and it just so happened Randy was the individual that needed saving...’
Mary-Joanna – ‘If only MJ didn’t know you so well, you might have been able to pull off such a convincing lie. But Mary-Jo knows it was because you know you can’t count on Hastings, he wants what you have, and Boss P can help him get that, he won’t stand against him, no-one will line up behind you...you realised you needed MJ’s help...’
Travis – ‘Keep telling yourself that Darling, whatever helps you get through yet another day without ‘The Blessed Ones’ embrace. It’s quite obvious that ‘The Headliners’ punishment is far from over, clearly we will find ourselves in one another’s presence more regularly over the coming weeks. If only there was medication available for such insufferable pain...’
Mary-Joanna – ‘MJ is tiring of this, and has much more important things to worry about than your delusions of grandeur. If you can’t accept you need ‘The TWiSTeD Heiress’’ help, at least get on the same page as Randy, you both need to stop acting like children and watch one another’s backs. Now Mary-Joanna has a Commander to speak with, and as much as MJ would love to hear whatever witty retort you have formulated in your mind, it shall just have to wait. Just remember, GIW is on the brink of war, now's not the time for holding grudges.’
[Mary-Joanna turns and walks away from Travis who just watches her go with a thinly veiled air of contempt surrounding him. As his shapely wife walks into the distance the scene fades out, and reopens inside a large tent, where Travis Roberts sits on a camping bed, sweating profusely, opposite Tate Levene who has his mouth full of an unknown delicacy, as Travis speaks aloud, his breath sounding shallow]
Travis – ‘She speaks as if there is some war coming...whilst she stands inside an army barracks in Baghdad, not a single flutter of irony crossed her botoxed face. The worrying thing is that parasitic example of the female sex merely highlights what is endemic to this company, the need to over dramatize everything, the feeling that what we think is in some way special. ‘The Headliner’ does not pretend that he is some philosopher or teacher of a higher, purer plain of thought, he is merely an Entertainer, and the best in the industry at that. Global Impact Wrestling will never produce a Nobel Prize winner, nor will it produce a future President of the United States, but some continue to act as though there acts and deed’s are as important as some of the greatest task humanity has to offer.
War is not coming, just a big fight. She’s right ‘The Blessed One’ can see it coming, the sides are slowly forming, and there will be one hell of a confrontation. But it will not be war, it will be entertainment, and when it comes to entertaining nobody does it better than ‘The Blessed One’. Travis Roberts will keep her close though; ‘The Headliner’ knows all too well that MJ cannot be left unwatched, especially on the brink of access to such power.
‘The Blessed One’ does not need her help, no-one Boss P can recruit intimidates Travis Roberts, there is a reason ‘The Blessed One’ has been at the top of GIW for so long, because no-one can better him, it’s got to the point where Donovan Hastings, a man who upon ‘The TWiSTeD Guerrillas’ debut in GIW was losing to the likes of Komosube and Chris Austin, is deemed the Number One Contender to the Unified Global Championship because there is no-one more credible left!
Despite the various stitches, burns and scars, alongside the muscle and ligament damage suffered, Travis Roberts will continue to entertain like only he can, and this week he’ll entertain the men and women of the United States Armed Forces, and try and help them forget the horrors they endure every other minute of the day. Boss P can throw what he likes at ‘The Blessed One’ but Travis Roberts will endure as he has every day since he arrived in GIW over a year ago. Whatever the coming weeks have in store, GIW can be certain of one thing, ‘The Headliner’ will take it all in his stride.’
[With that Travis falls backwards, covered in sweat, onto the bed as the scene fades out.]
