Post by T-Robosaurus Rex on Jul 22, 2009 19:46:25 GMT -5
[Instantly we are greeted by the face of GIW’s Unified Global Champion, Travis Roberts. His long hair, for a change, does not obscure the various cuts and gashes that remain visible from the battle in Tokyo, but as ever his Trademark Aviator Sunglasses sit perched across his eyes, hiding from us the gateways to the soul. Despite this both of his thick eyebrows are clearly visible above the glasses, suggesting ‘The Headliner’ is in a state of shock or surprise. His mouth hangs down, and his face contorts into an expression of what can only be described as disgust, as he looks downwards toward some unseen item that has offended him so.
The off screen object is so insulting to ‘The Blessed Ones’ sensibilities, that he does something unexpected and actually removes his eye accessories to get a clearer look at said offensive object. His pupils adjust to the light that floods into his eyes, and once adjusted to daylight, they alter once again as he focuses on whatever it is that grabs his attention so. He leans in for a closer look, but an even more offensive smell apparently hits his nostrils, which twitch and clench up as ‘The Headliner’ jerks his neck back, but he is unable to drag his eyes away, transfixed with an almost morbid fascination with that which he observes. Finally though Travis manages to pull his gaze from below, and looks directly across from himself, and the sight he now beholds almost makes him wretch, as we see his body jerk and mouth fill with air.
Swiftly we focus on the view across from Travis, and the whole screen is taken up by the expansive face of the Chubby Little Funster, Triple McF himself, Tate Levene. His usually rounded cheeks are stuffed to the brink, as he chews upon more than a mouthful of something, with a faraway look in his eye, blissfully unaware of the dribble that rolls down his chin. With each gnash of his teeth his lips part momentarily, sending small particles of spittle towards the camera. Whilst still gazing out into the middle distance, savouring every second of this meal, Tate subconsciously wipes his mouth and chin with the back of his hand, before swallowing the well chewed food in his mouth, and then licking the juices off the back of his hand.
The sound of ‘The Headliner’ once again gagging, causes his agent to break free from his happy little trance, and look across at his boss. He cocks his head, and then widens his eyes at Travis, suggesting he has no idea what ‘The Blessed Ones’ problem could possibly be, and it couldn’t possibly be anything to do with Tate Levene. He then looks back down, and it is almost possible to see a twinkling in the young man’s eyes as he goes to work again with a knife and fork on whatever is on the plate below. With a flash the fork enters his mouth before we can even catch a glimpse of what is on the end of it, our only clue a spot of a dark sauce on Fatty McFat Fat’s chin. The Chubby Little Funster just allows the morsel to sit on his tongue for a few moments, and he rolls his eyes upwards in response to the taste, before enthusiastically chewing once more]
Travis – ‘’The Headliner’ cannot fathom how you can even consider putting that stuff into your body.’
Tate – ‘Nyummph?’
[Tate’s chewing rhythm is disrupted by ‘The Blessed Ones’ comments and Tate once again looks across at ‘The Headliner, who in turn looks down towards the table that they share. Sat before ‘The TWiSTeD Icon’ is one of the largest plates you’ll ever see, covered in half a dozen, large, unshapely cylinders, covered in a thick, unappealing brown sauce, with various chopped onions protruding through the thick skin of the sauce. The only difference between the contents of Travis’ plate and of young Levene’s is the fact the latter’s is almost half empty.]
Travis – ‘C’mon, what the hell is it meant to be? How does this in any way, shape or form constitute a ‘meal’ to anyone other than someone predisposed towards committing acts of Genocide?’
[Tate looks across at Travis again, and grudgingly swallows his mouthful and sets down his knife and fork, and shakes his head]
Tate – ‘Man, Hitler was a vegetarian, even I know that!’
[Travis eyes widen in shock, and he quickly covers his eyes with his Aviators once more, and looks quickly over both his shoulders, looking at fellow diners, before leaning in and lowering his voice.]
Travis – ‘Shhhh...’The Blessed One’ told you, don’t mention the war!’
Tate – ‘What? You started it!’
Travis – ‘It was not ‘The Headliner’ who mentioned the fellow with the funny ‘tache...’
Tate – ‘No, you just linked mass genocide with a taste for German sausages...’
Travis – ‘Travis Roberts could have been talking about any number of genocidal maniacs, how do you know Idi Amin wasn’t a huge fan of...well whatever this is?’
Tate – ‘Wasn’t he rumoured to be a cannibal?’
[Travis looks genuinely surprised by Tate’s knowledge of such rumours, but quickly dismisses any notions of praising the young man, and just goes back to bickering]
Travis – ‘Just because he’s a Cannibal doesn’t mean he wouldn’t enjoy this...in fact it might go a long way to explaining what kind of person enjoys this excuse of a meal...’
[‘The Headliner’ looks thoughtful for a moment, before once again looking over at his agent, but see’s him in a whole different light. As Triple McF holds his knife and fork in his hands, visibly salivating at the prospect of being allowed to continue his meal, ‘The Blessed One’ looks at him uneasily, before shifting his chair back a few inches...]
Travis – ‘In fact....you enjoy your meal, just never be hungry if ‘The Headliner’ falls asleep in your presence...OK?’
Tate – ‘Whatever...’
[In mere seconds Tate’s mouth is once again full of German sausage, and indescribable sauce, as he launches back into his meal, as ‘The TWiSTeD Icon’ leans back in his chair and watches on in horror, before leaning back further and looking up at the ceiling and the fan that sits directly above their table, in this fairly busy diner.]
Travis – ‘Where the hell is the damn Road Agent? Thought he was meant to be native to this damn country, what damned excuse has he got for keeping ‘The Most Influential Icon in Sports Entertainment this Millennia’ waiting? Probably got distracted by a shower block...’
[Tate spits his mouthful onto his plate in surprise]
Tate – ‘Travis! You’re breaking your own rules again...’
Travis – ‘’The Blessed One’ hasn’t the faintest idea what your insinuating.’
[Before Tate can respond a man recognisable to some of our older viewers comes into sight, dragging a large vertical suitcase on rollers behind him. The man is none other than GIW’s resident Nazi fuckwit, Savage. He drags the bag with some effort towards ‘The Headliners’ table, and upon seeing one of the greatest wastes of oxygen known to GIW, Travis Roberts slaps his own forehead and shakes his head in dismay, before then reacting in pain to his own slap, as the stinging reminders of No Holds Barred are once again brought to the fore of his mind.
As the blonde haired, blue eyed picture of Aryan perfection moves closer, the by product of inbreeding to form a ‘perfect’ race, IQ’s plunging down the toilet, becomes instantly clear as Savage stumbles in his forward momentum, almost tripping over his own feet on a number of occasions. When he gets a few feet from GIW’s Unified Global Champion’s Table it becomes apparent the luggage he is carrying seems to be struggling, the case rocking from one wheel to another, whilst the sides shift and bulge in various different places. As Savage comes to at ‘The Blessed One’s table, the suitcase frantically rocks from side to side, and a mumbling can be heard coming from within, muffled sounds of despair]
Savage – ‘Excuse me vor just a moment...’
[Savage turns to the bag and watches it as it moves from side to side, before, with a tear in his eye, firmly kicking it in the side repeatedly, until the bag falls silent and still. Savage then straightens the shirt his is wearing down and turns back to the table]
Savage – ‘Ah Mr Voberts, it iz gut to see you again, ya?’
Travis – ‘What the hell happened to your accent? You were always the epitome of window licking, but your accent never used to wander as much.’
Savage – ‘Zis iz just because I am adapting to ze mutterland vonce more, it has been many a year since I vaz last in her embrace.’
Travis – ‘But you don’t even sound German. Maybe a cross between French and Swedish...’
Savage – ‘I did not come ‘ere to be inzulted...’
[Travis raises his eyebrows from beneath his aviators before responding]
Travis – ‘Really? ‘The Blessed One’ finds that hard to believe, surely you’re not intellectually challenged enough to have not expected it?’
Savage – ‘Mr Voberts, you have no clazz...’
Travis – ‘Yeah...we’re all so unfortunate Jack Ryans didn’t stick around to show the true class of a champion...’
Savage – ‘Zir, you are fortunate zat I am in no mood to defend ze honour of ze glorious Jack Ryans right now!’
Travis –Damn right, ‘The Blessed One’ can do without cleaning your slobber and blood from himself, he hasn’t even got a hotel room yet...and apparently someone deemed it appropriate to put you in charge with such matters...’
Savage – ‘Ze board chose me for such a job because I am one wiz ze mutterland...’
Travis – ‘Just give ‘The Headliner’ the keys, and we’ll make our own way, Travis Roberts is pretty sure he can make his own way to the hotel without the aid of a mentally retarded storm trooper.’
Savage – Az you vish, I have ze homeless to rid ze world ov anyvay...’
Travis – ‘Christ, make sure you find a linguist on the way...’
[Savage just throws his arms down in despair at ‘The Headliner’, tossing him two hotel room card keys, before abruptly turning and grabbing the handle to his bag. In an attempt to make a defiant departure the walking mistake misjudges the weight of the bag, and ends up being yanked backwards and slams onto his back on the floor of the diner. At this point ‘The Headliner’ and his agent rise to their feet and step over the downed body of Savage as ‘The Blessed One’ looks down at him with a wry smile, as the scene fades out.
The scene fades in and we are greeted again by Travis and Tate, but they have now been joined by Tate’s Grandmother Old Lady Levene, in the corridor of a hotel. Tate and Travis both stand looking at doors opposite one another, and almost simultaneously insert their card keys in the slots.]
Tate – ‘I hope to god this one is actually a twin, it’s bad enough sharing a room with my grandmother let alone a b...’
[Tate enters his room, followed by his Grandmother, as Travis slowly enters his own, and we follow the GIW Unified Global Champion as he closes the door behind himself. Now out of the eyes of his Agent, he leans against the door, and clutches at his ribs, pulling up his t-shirt to reveal his bandaged torso, blood seeping through in various points from wounds that are being reopened week in week out. He winces in pain, and grits his teeth taking a large inhalation of air before slowly unravelling one of the bandages, giving his chest some room to expand.
He slowly walks forward deeper into the room, taking the opportunity to stoop rather than stand tall as he does in public, leaning against the walls with his arms to help support him with his forward momentum, inwardly pleading with the fates to allow the bed to be just around the corner, so he can fall face first and just fall into a deep sleep. As he flicks the light to the room on and looks over at the bed, he immediately stands tall, and ceases his pained expression, and struts the rest of the way into the room. Once by the bed he stands still and looks on to the silhouette of Mary-Joanna Roberts’ curvaceous body that is outlined by the night lights of Stuttgart , as she looks out across the city...]
Mary-Joanna – ‘Nice view...but you really should see it from the penthouse suite, it would take your breath away, it certainly did so for Mary-Jo...’
[Mary-Joanna turns as she speaks and locks eyes with her estranged husband, who just cocks his head and smiles...]
Travis – ‘You sure that wasn’t the Bell Hop?
Mary-Joanna – ‘Awww, play nice Travis, after all MJ is all you have at the moment.’
Travis – ‘For all the good it’s bound to do ‘The Headliner’ he might as well have leprosy.’
Mary-Joanna – ‘Can we please skip through the witty retorts, and focus on the bigger issue, you know, like you used to do with foreplay.’
Travis – ‘What do you want MJ? ‘The Blessed One’ doesn’t have time to make you feel small and insignificant anyway.’
Mary-Joanna – ‘You know precisely what MJ wants, and unfortunately for you it is not small nor insignificant. ‘The TWiSTeD Matriarch’ wants you and Randy to get on the same page. Is that such a difficult request? It’s not like Randy screwed your wi...Oh MJ’s mistake.’
Travis – ‘Don’t worry, ‘The Headliner’ won’t let your bitch make any bad decisions that will effect ‘The Blessed One’s aspirations. You’d be in a major panic if ‘The TWiSTeD Guerrilla’ hadn’t come down on your side wouldn’t you? The idea of Randy Boolzian being your one sole hope for gaining some control of this place, it can’t be worth considering can it?’
Mary-Joanna – ‘More will come Travis, it’s only a matter of time, they can feel it, they know change is coming, and the bright ones won’t want to be within a few feet of Boss Penguin when it all begins.’
Travis – ‘The bright ones? Travis has always suspected you were out of your depth, but this just proves it. Take a look around; who do you consider to be bright here in GIW? Alex Kiseragi? A man so confused he took part in the most brutal match of his career for a girl he barely even notices? Or could you be referring to ‘The Covenant’ a group so involved in their own traditions and history that ‘The Blessed One’ wouldn’t be surprised if they didn’t know you even existed? Maybe Komosube, the guy who since he was ruthlessly exposed by ‘The Revolution’ has looked as threatening as a teenager who likens themselves to a freak weather pattern.
Could it be possible you are speaking of ‘The Auteur’? The GIW.com Champion can certainly escape the ring with his title each and every week, but how much of that is down to his smarts, or the lack of brain to body co-ordination of his opponents? The rumours are that Grace Harding is actually the brains in that organisation, which truly is a damning evaluation of Moss’ intellectual prowess.
‘Diamond’ Jack Severino, now there’s a shining example of GIW brightness. He nearly lost Gabrielle due to his own jealousy, but rather than cutting his losses he spent months fighting for her forgiveness, only to send her to inevitable disappointment and disfiguration at the hands of ‘The Headliner’. You could argue Jack was smart, knowing he had no hope in hell of beating ‘The Blessed One’ he avoided an embarrassing victory by sacrificing his one true love. And despite all this, it seems, ‘Diamond’ Jack still hasn’t figured out who’s to blame for Gabrielle’s state.
So ‘The Blessed Ones’ original point still stands, you know you’re lucky to have Travis Roberts, hell you’re lucky to have Randy Boolzian if you want bright individuals, relatively speaking that is.’
Mary-Jo – ‘MJ needs more, the Board is working to get GIW back into the US after the PPV in Mexico, and they seem to think they need to contain the animosity between Boss Penguin and ‘The TWiSTeD Heiress’ contained in an elimination match, and MJ wants to win.’
Travis – ‘’The Headliner’ will be busy that night being awesome and defying the odds once more, so will be unable to help with that.’
Mary-Joanna – ‘MJ doesn’t want your help in that, just focus on keeping that damn belt of yours, you’re no good to anybody without it, and Hastings is on form at the moment. You on the other hand are looking a little worse for wear, you’re gonna need to be at your best’
Travis – ‘Thanks for the pep talk sweetheart, ‘The Blessed One’ has headlined the last five Pay Per Views, emerging victorious from the last four, and coming into ‘The TWiSTeD Icon’s sixth straight PPV Main Event, it is his opponent who is considered the ‘form’ man? What? Because of beating Gabrielle and Dredd? Our Lord couldn’t even cause enough physical pain to a women, he had to beat on her defenceless semi-retarded boyfriend to cause her to quit, yet GIW’s ‘Chief Nigga’ is considered a true threat to ‘The Blessed One’? And if we’re honest who the hell hasn’t beaten Dredd? Yet still, Donovan Hastings, is deemed ‘The Headliners’ most worthy opponent. Is anymore evidence needed that there is a dearth of intellect in this company?’
Mary-Joanna – ‘Just don’t underestimate him Travis, go into your diatribes as often as you like, just promise Mary-Joanna you won’t start believing what you say!’
Travis – ‘’The Blessed One’ has never underestimated an opponent in his career, in fact ‘The Headliner’ is much more likely to overestimate them. Besides, if ‘The Headliner’ shouldn’t listen to himself, who should he listen to? Alex Kiseragi?...Wait, we’ve been here before.’
Mary-Joanna – ‘Be as glib as you like Travis, just make sure your on the same page as Randy on Sunday, MJ needs you to make Boss P look stupid when he has to count the three for Mary-Joanna’s boys at the Porsche Arena. In doing so it’ll send a strong message to the people in the back that with Mary-Joanna is where they want to be.’
Travis – ‘Good thing they’re not too bright. Anyway it’s time you left ‘The Blessed Ones’ room, ‘The Headliner’ has come over with the urge to leave his money on the night stand, but Travis knows you’d take it despite his mistake..’
[The Headliner shows Mary-Joanna to the door and as she turns in the hallway and her lips form to respond, ‘The Blessed One’ merely slams the door in her face, before stumbling towards the bed and plunging face first into it as the scene fades to a close.]
The off screen object is so insulting to ‘The Blessed Ones’ sensibilities, that he does something unexpected and actually removes his eye accessories to get a clearer look at said offensive object. His pupils adjust to the light that floods into his eyes, and once adjusted to daylight, they alter once again as he focuses on whatever it is that grabs his attention so. He leans in for a closer look, but an even more offensive smell apparently hits his nostrils, which twitch and clench up as ‘The Headliner’ jerks his neck back, but he is unable to drag his eyes away, transfixed with an almost morbid fascination with that which he observes. Finally though Travis manages to pull his gaze from below, and looks directly across from himself, and the sight he now beholds almost makes him wretch, as we see his body jerk and mouth fill with air.
Swiftly we focus on the view across from Travis, and the whole screen is taken up by the expansive face of the Chubby Little Funster, Triple McF himself, Tate Levene. His usually rounded cheeks are stuffed to the brink, as he chews upon more than a mouthful of something, with a faraway look in his eye, blissfully unaware of the dribble that rolls down his chin. With each gnash of his teeth his lips part momentarily, sending small particles of spittle towards the camera. Whilst still gazing out into the middle distance, savouring every second of this meal, Tate subconsciously wipes his mouth and chin with the back of his hand, before swallowing the well chewed food in his mouth, and then licking the juices off the back of his hand.
The sound of ‘The Headliner’ once again gagging, causes his agent to break free from his happy little trance, and look across at his boss. He cocks his head, and then widens his eyes at Travis, suggesting he has no idea what ‘The Blessed Ones’ problem could possibly be, and it couldn’t possibly be anything to do with Tate Levene. He then looks back down, and it is almost possible to see a twinkling in the young man’s eyes as he goes to work again with a knife and fork on whatever is on the plate below. With a flash the fork enters his mouth before we can even catch a glimpse of what is on the end of it, our only clue a spot of a dark sauce on Fatty McFat Fat’s chin. The Chubby Little Funster just allows the morsel to sit on his tongue for a few moments, and he rolls his eyes upwards in response to the taste, before enthusiastically chewing once more]
Travis – ‘’The Headliner’ cannot fathom how you can even consider putting that stuff into your body.’
Tate – ‘Nyummph?’
[Tate’s chewing rhythm is disrupted by ‘The Blessed Ones’ comments and Tate once again looks across at ‘The Headliner, who in turn looks down towards the table that they share. Sat before ‘The TWiSTeD Icon’ is one of the largest plates you’ll ever see, covered in half a dozen, large, unshapely cylinders, covered in a thick, unappealing brown sauce, with various chopped onions protruding through the thick skin of the sauce. The only difference between the contents of Travis’ plate and of young Levene’s is the fact the latter’s is almost half empty.]
Travis – ‘C’mon, what the hell is it meant to be? How does this in any way, shape or form constitute a ‘meal’ to anyone other than someone predisposed towards committing acts of Genocide?’
[Tate looks across at Travis again, and grudgingly swallows his mouthful and sets down his knife and fork, and shakes his head]
Tate – ‘Man, Hitler was a vegetarian, even I know that!’
[Travis eyes widen in shock, and he quickly covers his eyes with his Aviators once more, and looks quickly over both his shoulders, looking at fellow diners, before leaning in and lowering his voice.]
Travis – ‘Shhhh...’The Blessed One’ told you, don’t mention the war!’
Tate – ‘What? You started it!’
Travis – ‘It was not ‘The Headliner’ who mentioned the fellow with the funny ‘tache...’
Tate – ‘No, you just linked mass genocide with a taste for German sausages...’
Travis – ‘Travis Roberts could have been talking about any number of genocidal maniacs, how do you know Idi Amin wasn’t a huge fan of...well whatever this is?’
Tate – ‘Wasn’t he rumoured to be a cannibal?’
[Travis looks genuinely surprised by Tate’s knowledge of such rumours, but quickly dismisses any notions of praising the young man, and just goes back to bickering]
Travis – ‘Just because he’s a Cannibal doesn’t mean he wouldn’t enjoy this...in fact it might go a long way to explaining what kind of person enjoys this excuse of a meal...’
[‘The Headliner’ looks thoughtful for a moment, before once again looking over at his agent, but see’s him in a whole different light. As Triple McF holds his knife and fork in his hands, visibly salivating at the prospect of being allowed to continue his meal, ‘The Blessed One’ looks at him uneasily, before shifting his chair back a few inches...]
Travis – ‘In fact....you enjoy your meal, just never be hungry if ‘The Headliner’ falls asleep in your presence...OK?’
Tate – ‘Whatever...’
[In mere seconds Tate’s mouth is once again full of German sausage, and indescribable sauce, as he launches back into his meal, as ‘The TWiSTeD Icon’ leans back in his chair and watches on in horror, before leaning back further and looking up at the ceiling and the fan that sits directly above their table, in this fairly busy diner.]
Travis – ‘Where the hell is the damn Road Agent? Thought he was meant to be native to this damn country, what damned excuse has he got for keeping ‘The Most Influential Icon in Sports Entertainment this Millennia’ waiting? Probably got distracted by a shower block...’
[Tate spits his mouthful onto his plate in surprise]
Tate – ‘Travis! You’re breaking your own rules again...’
Travis – ‘’The Blessed One’ hasn’t the faintest idea what your insinuating.’
[Before Tate can respond a man recognisable to some of our older viewers comes into sight, dragging a large vertical suitcase on rollers behind him. The man is none other than GIW’s resident Nazi fuckwit, Savage. He drags the bag with some effort towards ‘The Headliners’ table, and upon seeing one of the greatest wastes of oxygen known to GIW, Travis Roberts slaps his own forehead and shakes his head in dismay, before then reacting in pain to his own slap, as the stinging reminders of No Holds Barred are once again brought to the fore of his mind.
As the blonde haired, blue eyed picture of Aryan perfection moves closer, the by product of inbreeding to form a ‘perfect’ race, IQ’s plunging down the toilet, becomes instantly clear as Savage stumbles in his forward momentum, almost tripping over his own feet on a number of occasions. When he gets a few feet from GIW’s Unified Global Champion’s Table it becomes apparent the luggage he is carrying seems to be struggling, the case rocking from one wheel to another, whilst the sides shift and bulge in various different places. As Savage comes to at ‘The Blessed One’s table, the suitcase frantically rocks from side to side, and a mumbling can be heard coming from within, muffled sounds of despair]
Savage – ‘Excuse me vor just a moment...’
[Savage turns to the bag and watches it as it moves from side to side, before, with a tear in his eye, firmly kicking it in the side repeatedly, until the bag falls silent and still. Savage then straightens the shirt his is wearing down and turns back to the table]
Savage – ‘Ah Mr Voberts, it iz gut to see you again, ya?’
Travis – ‘What the hell happened to your accent? You were always the epitome of window licking, but your accent never used to wander as much.’
Savage – ‘Zis iz just because I am adapting to ze mutterland vonce more, it has been many a year since I vaz last in her embrace.’
Travis – ‘But you don’t even sound German. Maybe a cross between French and Swedish...’
Savage – ‘I did not come ‘ere to be inzulted...’
[Travis raises his eyebrows from beneath his aviators before responding]
Travis – ‘Really? ‘The Blessed One’ finds that hard to believe, surely you’re not intellectually challenged enough to have not expected it?’
Savage – ‘Mr Voberts, you have no clazz...’
Travis – ‘Yeah...we’re all so unfortunate Jack Ryans didn’t stick around to show the true class of a champion...’
Savage – ‘Zir, you are fortunate zat I am in no mood to defend ze honour of ze glorious Jack Ryans right now!’
Travis –Damn right, ‘The Blessed One’ can do without cleaning your slobber and blood from himself, he hasn’t even got a hotel room yet...and apparently someone deemed it appropriate to put you in charge with such matters...’
Savage – ‘Ze board chose me for such a job because I am one wiz ze mutterland...’
Travis – ‘Just give ‘The Headliner’ the keys, and we’ll make our own way, Travis Roberts is pretty sure he can make his own way to the hotel without the aid of a mentally retarded storm trooper.’
Savage – Az you vish, I have ze homeless to rid ze world ov anyvay...’
Travis – ‘Christ, make sure you find a linguist on the way...’
[Savage just throws his arms down in despair at ‘The Headliner’, tossing him two hotel room card keys, before abruptly turning and grabbing the handle to his bag. In an attempt to make a defiant departure the walking mistake misjudges the weight of the bag, and ends up being yanked backwards and slams onto his back on the floor of the diner. At this point ‘The Headliner’ and his agent rise to their feet and step over the downed body of Savage as ‘The Blessed One’ looks down at him with a wry smile, as the scene fades out.
The scene fades in and we are greeted again by Travis and Tate, but they have now been joined by Tate’s Grandmother Old Lady Levene, in the corridor of a hotel. Tate and Travis both stand looking at doors opposite one another, and almost simultaneously insert their card keys in the slots.]
Tate – ‘I hope to god this one is actually a twin, it’s bad enough sharing a room with my grandmother let alone a b...’
[Tate enters his room, followed by his Grandmother, as Travis slowly enters his own, and we follow the GIW Unified Global Champion as he closes the door behind himself. Now out of the eyes of his Agent, he leans against the door, and clutches at his ribs, pulling up his t-shirt to reveal his bandaged torso, blood seeping through in various points from wounds that are being reopened week in week out. He winces in pain, and grits his teeth taking a large inhalation of air before slowly unravelling one of the bandages, giving his chest some room to expand.
He slowly walks forward deeper into the room, taking the opportunity to stoop rather than stand tall as he does in public, leaning against the walls with his arms to help support him with his forward momentum, inwardly pleading with the fates to allow the bed to be just around the corner, so he can fall face first and just fall into a deep sleep. As he flicks the light to the room on and looks over at the bed, he immediately stands tall, and ceases his pained expression, and struts the rest of the way into the room. Once by the bed he stands still and looks on to the silhouette of Mary-Joanna Roberts’ curvaceous body that is outlined by the night lights of Stuttgart , as she looks out across the city...]
Mary-Joanna – ‘Nice view...but you really should see it from the penthouse suite, it would take your breath away, it certainly did so for Mary-Jo...’
[Mary-Joanna turns as she speaks and locks eyes with her estranged husband, who just cocks his head and smiles...]
Travis – ‘You sure that wasn’t the Bell Hop?
Mary-Joanna – ‘Awww, play nice Travis, after all MJ is all you have at the moment.’
Travis – ‘For all the good it’s bound to do ‘The Headliner’ he might as well have leprosy.’
Mary-Joanna – ‘Can we please skip through the witty retorts, and focus on the bigger issue, you know, like you used to do with foreplay.’
Travis – ‘What do you want MJ? ‘The Blessed One’ doesn’t have time to make you feel small and insignificant anyway.’
Mary-Joanna – ‘You know precisely what MJ wants, and unfortunately for you it is not small nor insignificant. ‘The TWiSTeD Matriarch’ wants you and Randy to get on the same page. Is that such a difficult request? It’s not like Randy screwed your wi...Oh MJ’s mistake.’
Travis – ‘Don’t worry, ‘The Headliner’ won’t let your bitch make any bad decisions that will effect ‘The Blessed One’s aspirations. You’d be in a major panic if ‘The TWiSTeD Guerrilla’ hadn’t come down on your side wouldn’t you? The idea of Randy Boolzian being your one sole hope for gaining some control of this place, it can’t be worth considering can it?’
Mary-Joanna – ‘More will come Travis, it’s only a matter of time, they can feel it, they know change is coming, and the bright ones won’t want to be within a few feet of Boss Penguin when it all begins.’
Travis – ‘The bright ones? Travis has always suspected you were out of your depth, but this just proves it. Take a look around; who do you consider to be bright here in GIW? Alex Kiseragi? A man so confused he took part in the most brutal match of his career for a girl he barely even notices? Or could you be referring to ‘The Covenant’ a group so involved in their own traditions and history that ‘The Blessed One’ wouldn’t be surprised if they didn’t know you even existed? Maybe Komosube, the guy who since he was ruthlessly exposed by ‘The Revolution’ has looked as threatening as a teenager who likens themselves to a freak weather pattern.
Could it be possible you are speaking of ‘The Auteur’? The GIW.com Champion can certainly escape the ring with his title each and every week, but how much of that is down to his smarts, or the lack of brain to body co-ordination of his opponents? The rumours are that Grace Harding is actually the brains in that organisation, which truly is a damning evaluation of Moss’ intellectual prowess.
‘Diamond’ Jack Severino, now there’s a shining example of GIW brightness. He nearly lost Gabrielle due to his own jealousy, but rather than cutting his losses he spent months fighting for her forgiveness, only to send her to inevitable disappointment and disfiguration at the hands of ‘The Headliner’. You could argue Jack was smart, knowing he had no hope in hell of beating ‘The Blessed One’ he avoided an embarrassing victory by sacrificing his one true love. And despite all this, it seems, ‘Diamond’ Jack still hasn’t figured out who’s to blame for Gabrielle’s state.
So ‘The Blessed Ones’ original point still stands, you know you’re lucky to have Travis Roberts, hell you’re lucky to have Randy Boolzian if you want bright individuals, relatively speaking that is.’
Mary-Jo – ‘MJ needs more, the Board is working to get GIW back into the US after the PPV in Mexico, and they seem to think they need to contain the animosity between Boss Penguin and ‘The TWiSTeD Heiress’ contained in an elimination match, and MJ wants to win.’
Travis – ‘’The Headliner’ will be busy that night being awesome and defying the odds once more, so will be unable to help with that.’
Mary-Joanna – ‘MJ doesn’t want your help in that, just focus on keeping that damn belt of yours, you’re no good to anybody without it, and Hastings is on form at the moment. You on the other hand are looking a little worse for wear, you’re gonna need to be at your best’
Travis – ‘Thanks for the pep talk sweetheart, ‘The Blessed One’ has headlined the last five Pay Per Views, emerging victorious from the last four, and coming into ‘The TWiSTeD Icon’s sixth straight PPV Main Event, it is his opponent who is considered the ‘form’ man? What? Because of beating Gabrielle and Dredd? Our Lord couldn’t even cause enough physical pain to a women, he had to beat on her defenceless semi-retarded boyfriend to cause her to quit, yet GIW’s ‘Chief Nigga’ is considered a true threat to ‘The Blessed One’? And if we’re honest who the hell hasn’t beaten Dredd? Yet still, Donovan Hastings, is deemed ‘The Headliners’ most worthy opponent. Is anymore evidence needed that there is a dearth of intellect in this company?’
Mary-Joanna – ‘Just don’t underestimate him Travis, go into your diatribes as often as you like, just promise Mary-Joanna you won’t start believing what you say!’
Travis – ‘’The Blessed One’ has never underestimated an opponent in his career, in fact ‘The Headliner’ is much more likely to overestimate them. Besides, if ‘The Headliner’ shouldn’t listen to himself, who should he listen to? Alex Kiseragi?...Wait, we’ve been here before.’
Mary-Joanna – ‘Be as glib as you like Travis, just make sure your on the same page as Randy on Sunday, MJ needs you to make Boss P look stupid when he has to count the three for Mary-Joanna’s boys at the Porsche Arena. In doing so it’ll send a strong message to the people in the back that with Mary-Joanna is where they want to be.’
Travis – ‘Good thing they’re not too bright. Anyway it’s time you left ‘The Blessed Ones’ room, ‘The Headliner’ has come over with the urge to leave his money on the night stand, but Travis knows you’d take it despite his mistake..’
[The Headliner shows Mary-Joanna to the door and as she turns in the hallway and her lips form to respond, ‘The Blessed One’ merely slams the door in her face, before stumbling towards the bed and plunging face first into it as the scene fades to a close.]
