Post by T-Robosaurus Rex on Jul 22, 2009 19:49:00 GMT -5
[The scene opens on a view as close to paradise as we have seen during GIW’s recent travels. A golden sandy beach stretches off into the horizon as the sun’s ray’s glimmer and bounce off of the crystal clear sea water. In many countries on a day such as this the coast line would be filled with tourists and locals cramming themselves into the smallest space to experience the seaside life. Instead there are relatively few people to be seen on the beach, each having a great deal of personal space to enjoy the beautiful surroundings in.
One individual that always needs a great deal of personal space is the agent of GIW Unified Global Champion, the Chubby Little Funster himself, Tate Levene, and he is the first recognisable face that we come across upon this sandy utopia. Dressed from head to toe in long white shorts, almost reaching his ankles, and a tight stripy top Fatty McFat Fat looks like a Victorian holiday goer, and unsurprisingly draws a few odd looks from the other, barely clothed, visitors to the beach as he propels his hefty frame across the beach.
His intended target, ‘The Blessed One’ Travis Roberts, lies sprawled out on his back, arms behind his head, further up the beach. ‘The Headliner’ has removed his top and is allowing the multitude of scars and burns to be soothed by the heat of the Brazilian sun, as ever though his trademark Aviator Sunglasses shade his eyes from any natural light. Travis lies peacefully as the thudding footsteps of Tate come closer, and only when his agent accidently kicks a heap of sand onto ‘The Blessed Ones’ torso does he stir and look towards his agents formidable frame. Tate looks down at him with wide eyes and quickly begins to speak.]
Tate – ‘I want an Ice Cream!’
[Travis pulls his glasses down onto the tip of his nose, looks up, and over his rims at Tate’s sweat covered face]
Travis – ‘Of course you do.’
Tate – ‘Awwww, c’mon we’re at the seaside, you have tp have an ice cream, to complete the experience.’
Travis ‘Well ‘The Headliner’ doesn’t see any shops, or Ice cream vendors in the locale, have you considered Ice Cream is not part of the traditional Brazilian seaside experience?’
Tate – ‘I don’t care, it’s part of my seaside experience, and I want an Ice Cream, we have to go looking for one. C’mon, we’re at the seaside, you didn’t even let me bring a bucket and spade, don’t ruin my experience. I don’t get to go to the seaside that often...’
Travis – ‘We are based in Los Angeles! It’s not like you’re from a landlocked Eastern European country!’
Tate – ‘Gran says I can’t be trusted at the seaside, she says I burn too easily...’
Travis – ‘Where is the old dear anyway? Travis Roberts has barely seen her since we arrived.’
Tate – ‘ I dunno, she said she had ‘business’ to attend to, which usually means she’s complaining to someone, that seems to be her past time since Granddad passed, she complains about everything...’
Travis – ‘Really? ‘The Headliner’ hadn’t noticed over the past few months of her invading his life...’
Tate – ‘That’s not Gran complaining, that’s just Gran. When I say she likes to complain, I mean officially, she writes letters, makes phone calls, has meetings...she can be a woman possessed.’
Travis – ‘Well ‘The Blessed One’ isn’t complaining, just as long as she hasn’t been kidnapped by one of Rio’s notorious gangs, that’d be the last thing GIW needs...’The TWiSTeD Icon’ can see the headlines now ‘Pensioner Killed By Youths With Sunglasses On Their Lips, GIW To Blame!’.’
Tate – ‘She wouldn’t have come with us anyway, she’s always complaining about the heat...’
Travis – ‘Really? She’s always saying it’s too cold in my experience, have you seen how thick the coats and cardigans she wears are?’
Tate – ‘Yeah it makes no sense, and I’ve lived with it far longer than you have.’
Travis – ‘Travis Roberts is unsure who to pity more, her or you...’
Tate – ‘Me...ME! And because of that you’re going to help me find some Ice Cream, or I’ll just have to keep you company here...’
[Travis sighs in defeat, and winces as he rises to his feet, readying himself for his Ice Cream hunt with his agent. As he picks up his discarded leather jacket from the floor, and tosses it over his shoulder, the scene fades out from the blinding sun of the beach.
And reopens in a makeshift office in the bowels of the Maracanzinho Sports Arena. Boss P can be seen sitting in a bucket of ice, cigar in mouth looking across his desk, at the prim and proper figure of Old Lady Levene.]
Boss P – ‘WHAT DOES YO’ WRINKLY NIGGA ASS WANT, YO AIN’T EVEN ONE OF MA EMPLOYEE’S!’
Old Lady Levene – ‘Yet your decisions directly affect my family and my life.’
Boss P – ‘DAT SHIT AIN’T MA PROBLEM...’
Old Lady Tate – ‘Oh I think you will find it is, Mr Penguin. You see I am not the sort of woman you want as an enemy.’
Boss P – ‘OH PLEASE NIGGERINA! YO THINK YO SCARE ME? SHIAT, DIS PENGUIN HAS DAT UNITED STATES GOVERNMENT AS HIS ENEMY, AND DAT HOBAG NIGGA IS TRYING TO RECRUIT AN ARMY INSIDE MA DAMN COMPANY, WHAT DA FUCK YO THINK YO GONNA DO, MOAN DA BOSS TO DEATH?’
Old Lady Levene – ‘Didn’t anyone ever tell you that it’s rude to curse in front of a lady?’
Boss P – ‘DA FUCK YO SAY? LISTEN WRINKLY NIGGARETTE, GET TO YO DAMN POINT, DA BOSS IS BUSY MAN, CRUSHING DAT HOBAGS DREAMS TAKES UP A LOT OF MA TIME, I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR YO BITCHIN ETIQUETTE LESSONS.’
Old Lady Levene – ‘My point is that you are endangering the future of my family, and I want it to stop, this instant!’
Boss P – ‘BITCH, I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YO JAWS IS FLAPPIN ‘BOUT, YO THINK I KNOW WHO DA FUCK YO ARE? YO FUCKIN’ CRAZY ASS NIGGA...’
Old Lady Levene – ‘Your continued harassment of Travis Roberts is leaving my Grandson, Tate, with an uncertain future. It seems to me you are trying to kill, or at least disable Travis, and the best case scenario for my grandson is he becomes a carer for the rest of his days, which is not the destiny I had envisioned for him.’
Boss P – ‘OH! YO BE DAT FAT ASS NIGGA’S GRANDBITCH! I HONESTLY THOUGHT YO WERE BONES’ SISTER OR WIFE OR SUMMAT. SHIT PAINT ‘DIS PENGUIN WRONG! ANYWAYZ, WHAT DA FUCK IS YO’ PROBLEM, DA BOSS WOULD THINK YO SAGGY TITS WOULD BE HAPPY ‘DAT YO GRANDKID COULD ESCAPE DAT HIPPY NIGGA!’
Old Lady Levene – ‘Why on earth would you come to such a ridiculous conclusion. You have met tate haven’t you? Despite Mr Roberts’ obvious flaws he was willing to give Tate a chance, and for that I will be eternally grateful. I shudder to think what would have happened to the young man if Travis had not stepped into his life and given him a realistic purpose and goals. That child couldn’t even keep a job flipping burgers, as most of them would end up in his unnaturally large mouth. So it would be in your best interests to inform that goon you have hired to take on Travis this week to go easy...’
Boss P – ‘BITCH, YO HAVE NO IDEA WHAT DA BEST INTERESTS OF ‘DA BOSS ARE! DAT HIPPY NIGGA IS GETTIN’ REAL DESPERATE, SENDING AGEING NIGGA’S TO BEG FOR HIS LIFE, DAT NIGGA KNOWS HIS TIME AS UNIFIED GLOBAL NIGGA ARE NUMBERED, EVEN GETTIN’ ON BOARD WITH ‘DAT SLUTTY NIGGA AIN’T GONNA HELP...’
Old Lady Levene – ‘Well, you can’t say I didn’t offer you a way out of what’s to come, but if you insist on continuing to recklessly endanger my Grandson’s future, you will force this Lady into action...’
Boss P – ‘OOOOOH! I’MMA SHUDDERING AT DA THOUGHT OF A STRONGLY WORDED LETTER TO DA BOARD! GETCH YO DRIED OUT ASS OUT OF MA DAMN OFFICE, YO AIN’T DOIN NOTHIN UP IN HERE BUT WASTIN’ MA TIME NIGGARETTE!’
Old Lady Levene – ‘As you will...’
Boss P – ‘DAMN RIGHT IT’S MA WILL, CRAZY ASS OLD AGE NIGGA!’
[With that Old Lady Levene tuts and shakes her head as she turns and exits the door, leaving Boss P to bathe in his ice and finish his cigar in peace as the scene fades out once again.
And returns to the sun, sea and sand, and a grinning Tate Levene, who has found himself an Ice Cream cone, and is feverishly licking the white substance from the cone, attracting a fair few disgusted looks as he makes a contented sound as he devours his treat. He stands next to Travis as the sound of rhythmic drums surrounds them both. Travis is looking over at a man and woman, displaying fluid martial arts moves in time with the music. ‘The Headliners’ gaze is fixed upon the couple as they dance through the air, around one another gracefully.]
Travis – ‘You know that was originally developed as the martial art of the slaves of the Bahia?’
[Tate stops licking, and looks up at Travis, as though ‘The Blessed One’ has gone crazy, before voicing the question that immediately sprung to his mind]
Tate – ‘Ice Cream?!? I’m pretty sure the Quakers bought that to the United States, I didn’t think it was Brazilian...
Travis – ‘No...not Ice cream you infernal dimwit, capoeira!’
[Tate’s face scrunches up as he tries to recognise the word Travis just said to him.]
Tate – ‘Capoeira?...Is that what you get when you eat too much Ice Cream?
Travis – ‘Just forget about Ice Cream, or any food for that matter, for just a few seconds will you...that is capoeira...’
[Travis points at the couple who are continuing to flip, roll and gracefully leap in time with the drums and a stringed rod]
Travis – ‘And ‘The Headliner’ is not pointing at the guy selling seafood...’
Tate – ‘So that dance is a martial art? Doesn’t look very dangerous to me...’
Travis – ‘A lot of people said exactly the same thing about Gabrielle, you can be graceful and elegant and still pose a threat, just as she proved at No Holds Barred.’
Tate – ‘So did the slaves kick their masters asses using it?’
Travis – ‘No, capoeira was outlawed, so to keep their art alive they turned it into a dance. Amazing really isn’t it, despite the oppression of the upper classes, they still found a way to carry on, despite the obstacles placed in their path...and it still lives on to this day, and will go on far longer than you or ‘The Blessed One’, that is the legacy of the slaves of the Bahia, making them practically Immortal...’
Tate – ‘That’s pretty cool...’
Travis – ‘Yeah, it is. And you see, it just shows where so many go wrong in their personal quests for ‘Immortality’, you don’t gain it based on individual acts of personal achievement. No one act will ever cause an individual’s name to live on throughout history, it will always be the sum of their faults and their victories. The slaves of the Bahia never used capoeira to overthrow the ruling classes, it was never given the opportunity to be successful in such a way, but from that relative failure came Immortality, through innovation and imagination.
Will Hastings become Immortal if after a month of Boss Penguin attempting to keep ‘The Blessed One’ weak ‘The Lord Chief’ is able to claim the Unified Global Championship at Break for the Border? ‘The Headliner’ has no doubt such an occurrence will live long in the minds of wrestling fans and critics, but will that be because Donovan triumphed, or because he triumphed over ‘The Blessed One’.
Will the stories of such an achievement deal with Hastings’ long struggle to the top, his months and months in the wilderness, or will it be overshadowed by his alignment with the Penguin, and the last month of underhanded tactics? ‘The Blessed One’ is certain he knows which way it will go. But just ponder this for a moment, if once again, ‘The Most Influential icon in Sports Entertainment this Millennia’ walks out of yet another Pay-Per-View as Unified Global Champion, will his story be one of expected dominance, or one of a battle against the odds?’
Tate – ‘Don’t worry Travis, you’ll win, as long as that Polish guy doesn’t turn out to be Brock Lesnar-esque in the ring and cripple you a week before Break for the Border.
Travis – ‘Who said anything about worrying? ‘The Blessed One’ is perfectly calm, at Break for the Border ‘The Headliner’ will once again be in his element, on top of the card, defending his Unified Global Championship, and protecting the name of Global impact Wrestling. Rumours are the Board have come to a compromise with the US Government and we’ll be back in the States in a couple of weeks, can you imagine the damage to the brand if we came back and ‘Lord’ Donovan Hastings is deemed the company’s top man? The only people that can relate to the ‘Lord Chief’ are generally found at the side of the street shouting at the traffic, and very few of them have access to the internet. Travis Roberts owes it to everyone who has made it their work to help GIW achieve great things to return from Mexico still as ‘The Number One Standard in GIW’.’
Tate – ‘You don’t think anyone is better suited to the job than you though.’
Travis – ‘And you do? Seriously there are only a handful of members of this roster that don’t lack the imagination god gave to pistachio nuts. ‘The Blessed One’ has been proving week in, week out, that no-one can touch his level of commitment or ability, for well over a year now, nobody can claim to be better for the future of this company than ‘The Headliner’, all you have to do is look at the calibre of the top stars in the company before ‘The Most Influential Icon in Sports Entertainment this Millennia’ arrived to see what Travis Roberts’ presence has done to this company, Lord Deathman and Chris Austin were the only champions in the company, they were regarded as the best GIW had to offer? Given those circumstances is it any surprise Aesc got Global title shots? Before the arrival of ‘The Blessed One’ this company heavily relied on the likes of Sean Jensen to fill the programming.’
Tate – ‘You’re not the only person that has helped improve GIW’s fortunes though.’
Travis – ‘None of them can claim to have had a greater impact on GIW than Travis Roberts, the only person that could is no longer in the company, and that man is Declan Prescott. As for my opponent at Break for the Border, Donovan Hastings has been around longer than Travis Roberts, but has done far less for this company, the dude couldn’t even strip Chris Austin of the Hardcore Title, seriously what chance does he have against ‘The Blessed One’?’
Tate – ‘Don’t underestimate Hastings, he’s never had this shot before, I don’t think he’s gonna let it go easily. He’s a completely different entity than he was a year ago, and besides hasn’t Boss P given him the choice of match?’
Travis – ‘Randy Boolzian was undefeated and chose the match for Horizons, and still was powerless to stop Travis Roberts unifying the Hardcore and Global titles in that Hell in a Cell match. ‘The Blessed One’ has proven it doesn’t matter what type of match he is given, from singles match to deathmatch, he will always prevail when the future of Global Impact Wrestling is at stake. Besides, this is Donovan we’re talking about here, he’ll probably just request we fight imaginary opponents for the first half of the match, then duel with plastic swords for the second half, the dudes not all there.’
Tate – ‘You know he won’t do that, your taking this too lightly Travis, given the state your in...’
[Travis uncharacteristically snaps at his agent, raising his voice as he does so.]
Travis – ‘What state?I’m fine, I just wish the likes of you, your grandmother and my wife would just get of Travis’ back! ‘The Headliner’ was victorious at No Holds Barred wasn’t he? He managed to walk to his next match in Australia, and everyone since hasn’t he? Sure they haven’t all gone ‘The Blessed Ones’ way, but that’s not important, at break the Border it will be clear that Travis Roberts at seventy percent is far better than the majority of this company, and especially ‘Lord’ Donovan Hastings, at One Hundred Percent.
What would you all have ‘The TWiSTeD Icon’ do? Take a month off like his fallen opponent from No Holds Barred? Because that would be just perfect during a world tour of our product, having the Unified Global Champion not make an appearance. ‘The Blessed One’ simply has no choice, he made the decisions that brought him to this point, and he finds himself as Unified Global Champion, and that comes with responsibilities, commitments that ‘The Headliner’ cannot...will not shirk, no matter what condition his body is in. The Unified Global Championship says that Travis Roberts is the best this company has to offer, and no-one can say that ‘The Headliner’ doesn’t act like it, no matter his physical condition.
When someone has the determination for the sacrifice and responsibility that comes with the glory, ‘The Headliners’ reign will come to an end. But until that day, Travis Roberts will continue to be the epitome of what GIW has to offer the world, because that is the decision he made a long time ago.’
[With that Travis falls silent once more, and turns away from his agent and looks on at the elegant movements that continue beyond him, as the drum beat gets louder, as the scene fades out for the final time]
One individual that always needs a great deal of personal space is the agent of GIW Unified Global Champion, the Chubby Little Funster himself, Tate Levene, and he is the first recognisable face that we come across upon this sandy utopia. Dressed from head to toe in long white shorts, almost reaching his ankles, and a tight stripy top Fatty McFat Fat looks like a Victorian holiday goer, and unsurprisingly draws a few odd looks from the other, barely clothed, visitors to the beach as he propels his hefty frame across the beach.
His intended target, ‘The Blessed One’ Travis Roberts, lies sprawled out on his back, arms behind his head, further up the beach. ‘The Headliner’ has removed his top and is allowing the multitude of scars and burns to be soothed by the heat of the Brazilian sun, as ever though his trademark Aviator Sunglasses shade his eyes from any natural light. Travis lies peacefully as the thudding footsteps of Tate come closer, and only when his agent accidently kicks a heap of sand onto ‘The Blessed Ones’ torso does he stir and look towards his agents formidable frame. Tate looks down at him with wide eyes and quickly begins to speak.]
Tate – ‘I want an Ice Cream!’
[Travis pulls his glasses down onto the tip of his nose, looks up, and over his rims at Tate’s sweat covered face]
Travis – ‘Of course you do.’
Tate – ‘Awwww, c’mon we’re at the seaside, you have tp have an ice cream, to complete the experience.’
Travis ‘Well ‘The Headliner’ doesn’t see any shops, or Ice cream vendors in the locale, have you considered Ice Cream is not part of the traditional Brazilian seaside experience?’
Tate – ‘I don’t care, it’s part of my seaside experience, and I want an Ice Cream, we have to go looking for one. C’mon, we’re at the seaside, you didn’t even let me bring a bucket and spade, don’t ruin my experience. I don’t get to go to the seaside that often...’
Travis – ‘We are based in Los Angeles! It’s not like you’re from a landlocked Eastern European country!’
Tate – ‘Gran says I can’t be trusted at the seaside, she says I burn too easily...’
Travis – ‘Where is the old dear anyway? Travis Roberts has barely seen her since we arrived.’
Tate – ‘ I dunno, she said she had ‘business’ to attend to, which usually means she’s complaining to someone, that seems to be her past time since Granddad passed, she complains about everything...’
Travis – ‘Really? ‘The Headliner’ hadn’t noticed over the past few months of her invading his life...’
Tate – ‘That’s not Gran complaining, that’s just Gran. When I say she likes to complain, I mean officially, she writes letters, makes phone calls, has meetings...she can be a woman possessed.’
Travis – ‘Well ‘The Blessed One’ isn’t complaining, just as long as she hasn’t been kidnapped by one of Rio’s notorious gangs, that’d be the last thing GIW needs...’The TWiSTeD Icon’ can see the headlines now ‘Pensioner Killed By Youths With Sunglasses On Their Lips, GIW To Blame!’.’
Tate – ‘She wouldn’t have come with us anyway, she’s always complaining about the heat...’
Travis – ‘Really? She’s always saying it’s too cold in my experience, have you seen how thick the coats and cardigans she wears are?’
Tate – ‘Yeah it makes no sense, and I’ve lived with it far longer than you have.’
Travis – ‘Travis Roberts is unsure who to pity more, her or you...’
Tate – ‘Me...ME! And because of that you’re going to help me find some Ice Cream, or I’ll just have to keep you company here...’
[Travis sighs in defeat, and winces as he rises to his feet, readying himself for his Ice Cream hunt with his agent. As he picks up his discarded leather jacket from the floor, and tosses it over his shoulder, the scene fades out from the blinding sun of the beach.
And reopens in a makeshift office in the bowels of the Maracanzinho Sports Arena. Boss P can be seen sitting in a bucket of ice, cigar in mouth looking across his desk, at the prim and proper figure of Old Lady Levene.]
Boss P – ‘WHAT DOES YO’ WRINKLY NIGGA ASS WANT, YO AIN’T EVEN ONE OF MA EMPLOYEE’S!’
Old Lady Levene – ‘Yet your decisions directly affect my family and my life.’
Boss P – ‘DAT SHIT AIN’T MA PROBLEM...’
Old Lady Tate – ‘Oh I think you will find it is, Mr Penguin. You see I am not the sort of woman you want as an enemy.’
Boss P – ‘OH PLEASE NIGGERINA! YO THINK YO SCARE ME? SHIAT, DIS PENGUIN HAS DAT UNITED STATES GOVERNMENT AS HIS ENEMY, AND DAT HOBAG NIGGA IS TRYING TO RECRUIT AN ARMY INSIDE MA DAMN COMPANY, WHAT DA FUCK YO THINK YO GONNA DO, MOAN DA BOSS TO DEATH?’
Old Lady Levene – ‘Didn’t anyone ever tell you that it’s rude to curse in front of a lady?’
Boss P – ‘DA FUCK YO SAY? LISTEN WRINKLY NIGGARETTE, GET TO YO DAMN POINT, DA BOSS IS BUSY MAN, CRUSHING DAT HOBAGS DREAMS TAKES UP A LOT OF MA TIME, I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR YO BITCHIN ETIQUETTE LESSONS.’
Old Lady Levene – ‘My point is that you are endangering the future of my family, and I want it to stop, this instant!’
Boss P – ‘BITCH, I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YO JAWS IS FLAPPIN ‘BOUT, YO THINK I KNOW WHO DA FUCK YO ARE? YO FUCKIN’ CRAZY ASS NIGGA...’
Old Lady Levene – ‘Your continued harassment of Travis Roberts is leaving my Grandson, Tate, with an uncertain future. It seems to me you are trying to kill, or at least disable Travis, and the best case scenario for my grandson is he becomes a carer for the rest of his days, which is not the destiny I had envisioned for him.’
Boss P – ‘OH! YO BE DAT FAT ASS NIGGA’S GRANDBITCH! I HONESTLY THOUGHT YO WERE BONES’ SISTER OR WIFE OR SUMMAT. SHIT PAINT ‘DIS PENGUIN WRONG! ANYWAYZ, WHAT DA FUCK IS YO’ PROBLEM, DA BOSS WOULD THINK YO SAGGY TITS WOULD BE HAPPY ‘DAT YO GRANDKID COULD ESCAPE DAT HIPPY NIGGA!’
Old Lady Levene – ‘Why on earth would you come to such a ridiculous conclusion. You have met tate haven’t you? Despite Mr Roberts’ obvious flaws he was willing to give Tate a chance, and for that I will be eternally grateful. I shudder to think what would have happened to the young man if Travis had not stepped into his life and given him a realistic purpose and goals. That child couldn’t even keep a job flipping burgers, as most of them would end up in his unnaturally large mouth. So it would be in your best interests to inform that goon you have hired to take on Travis this week to go easy...’
Boss P – ‘BITCH, YO HAVE NO IDEA WHAT DA BEST INTERESTS OF ‘DA BOSS ARE! DAT HIPPY NIGGA IS GETTIN’ REAL DESPERATE, SENDING AGEING NIGGA’S TO BEG FOR HIS LIFE, DAT NIGGA KNOWS HIS TIME AS UNIFIED GLOBAL NIGGA ARE NUMBERED, EVEN GETTIN’ ON BOARD WITH ‘DAT SLUTTY NIGGA AIN’T GONNA HELP...’
Old Lady Levene – ‘Well, you can’t say I didn’t offer you a way out of what’s to come, but if you insist on continuing to recklessly endanger my Grandson’s future, you will force this Lady into action...’
Boss P – ‘OOOOOH! I’MMA SHUDDERING AT DA THOUGHT OF A STRONGLY WORDED LETTER TO DA BOARD! GETCH YO DRIED OUT ASS OUT OF MA DAMN OFFICE, YO AIN’T DOIN NOTHIN UP IN HERE BUT WASTIN’ MA TIME NIGGARETTE!’
Old Lady Levene – ‘As you will...’
Boss P – ‘DAMN RIGHT IT’S MA WILL, CRAZY ASS OLD AGE NIGGA!’
[With that Old Lady Levene tuts and shakes her head as she turns and exits the door, leaving Boss P to bathe in his ice and finish his cigar in peace as the scene fades out once again.
And returns to the sun, sea and sand, and a grinning Tate Levene, who has found himself an Ice Cream cone, and is feverishly licking the white substance from the cone, attracting a fair few disgusted looks as he makes a contented sound as he devours his treat. He stands next to Travis as the sound of rhythmic drums surrounds them both. Travis is looking over at a man and woman, displaying fluid martial arts moves in time with the music. ‘The Headliners’ gaze is fixed upon the couple as they dance through the air, around one another gracefully.]
Travis – ‘You know that was originally developed as the martial art of the slaves of the Bahia?’
[Tate stops licking, and looks up at Travis, as though ‘The Blessed One’ has gone crazy, before voicing the question that immediately sprung to his mind]
Tate – ‘Ice Cream?!? I’m pretty sure the Quakers bought that to the United States, I didn’t think it was Brazilian...
Travis – ‘No...not Ice cream you infernal dimwit, capoeira!’
[Tate’s face scrunches up as he tries to recognise the word Travis just said to him.]
Tate – ‘Capoeira?...Is that what you get when you eat too much Ice Cream?
Travis – ‘Just forget about Ice Cream, or any food for that matter, for just a few seconds will you...that is capoeira...’
[Travis points at the couple who are continuing to flip, roll and gracefully leap in time with the drums and a stringed rod]
Travis – ‘And ‘The Headliner’ is not pointing at the guy selling seafood...’
Tate – ‘So that dance is a martial art? Doesn’t look very dangerous to me...’
Travis – ‘A lot of people said exactly the same thing about Gabrielle, you can be graceful and elegant and still pose a threat, just as she proved at No Holds Barred.’
Tate – ‘So did the slaves kick their masters asses using it?’
Travis – ‘No, capoeira was outlawed, so to keep their art alive they turned it into a dance. Amazing really isn’t it, despite the oppression of the upper classes, they still found a way to carry on, despite the obstacles placed in their path...and it still lives on to this day, and will go on far longer than you or ‘The Blessed One’, that is the legacy of the slaves of the Bahia, making them practically Immortal...’
Tate – ‘That’s pretty cool...’
Travis – ‘Yeah, it is. And you see, it just shows where so many go wrong in their personal quests for ‘Immortality’, you don’t gain it based on individual acts of personal achievement. No one act will ever cause an individual’s name to live on throughout history, it will always be the sum of their faults and their victories. The slaves of the Bahia never used capoeira to overthrow the ruling classes, it was never given the opportunity to be successful in such a way, but from that relative failure came Immortality, through innovation and imagination.
Will Hastings become Immortal if after a month of Boss Penguin attempting to keep ‘The Blessed One’ weak ‘The Lord Chief’ is able to claim the Unified Global Championship at Break for the Border? ‘The Headliner’ has no doubt such an occurrence will live long in the minds of wrestling fans and critics, but will that be because Donovan triumphed, or because he triumphed over ‘The Blessed One’.
Will the stories of such an achievement deal with Hastings’ long struggle to the top, his months and months in the wilderness, or will it be overshadowed by his alignment with the Penguin, and the last month of underhanded tactics? ‘The Blessed One’ is certain he knows which way it will go. But just ponder this for a moment, if once again, ‘The Most Influential icon in Sports Entertainment this Millennia’ walks out of yet another Pay-Per-View as Unified Global Champion, will his story be one of expected dominance, or one of a battle against the odds?’
Tate – ‘Don’t worry Travis, you’ll win, as long as that Polish guy doesn’t turn out to be Brock Lesnar-esque in the ring and cripple you a week before Break for the Border.
Travis – ‘Who said anything about worrying? ‘The Blessed One’ is perfectly calm, at Break for the Border ‘The Headliner’ will once again be in his element, on top of the card, defending his Unified Global Championship, and protecting the name of Global impact Wrestling. Rumours are the Board have come to a compromise with the US Government and we’ll be back in the States in a couple of weeks, can you imagine the damage to the brand if we came back and ‘Lord’ Donovan Hastings is deemed the company’s top man? The only people that can relate to the ‘Lord Chief’ are generally found at the side of the street shouting at the traffic, and very few of them have access to the internet. Travis Roberts owes it to everyone who has made it their work to help GIW achieve great things to return from Mexico still as ‘The Number One Standard in GIW’.’
Tate – ‘You don’t think anyone is better suited to the job than you though.’
Travis – ‘And you do? Seriously there are only a handful of members of this roster that don’t lack the imagination god gave to pistachio nuts. ‘The Blessed One’ has been proving week in, week out, that no-one can touch his level of commitment or ability, for well over a year now, nobody can claim to be better for the future of this company than ‘The Headliner’, all you have to do is look at the calibre of the top stars in the company before ‘The Most Influential Icon in Sports Entertainment this Millennia’ arrived to see what Travis Roberts’ presence has done to this company, Lord Deathman and Chris Austin were the only champions in the company, they were regarded as the best GIW had to offer? Given those circumstances is it any surprise Aesc got Global title shots? Before the arrival of ‘The Blessed One’ this company heavily relied on the likes of Sean Jensen to fill the programming.’
Tate – ‘You’re not the only person that has helped improve GIW’s fortunes though.’
Travis – ‘None of them can claim to have had a greater impact on GIW than Travis Roberts, the only person that could is no longer in the company, and that man is Declan Prescott. As for my opponent at Break for the Border, Donovan Hastings has been around longer than Travis Roberts, but has done far less for this company, the dude couldn’t even strip Chris Austin of the Hardcore Title, seriously what chance does he have against ‘The Blessed One’?’
Tate – ‘Don’t underestimate Hastings, he’s never had this shot before, I don’t think he’s gonna let it go easily. He’s a completely different entity than he was a year ago, and besides hasn’t Boss P given him the choice of match?’
Travis – ‘Randy Boolzian was undefeated and chose the match for Horizons, and still was powerless to stop Travis Roberts unifying the Hardcore and Global titles in that Hell in a Cell match. ‘The Blessed One’ has proven it doesn’t matter what type of match he is given, from singles match to deathmatch, he will always prevail when the future of Global Impact Wrestling is at stake. Besides, this is Donovan we’re talking about here, he’ll probably just request we fight imaginary opponents for the first half of the match, then duel with plastic swords for the second half, the dudes not all there.’
Tate – ‘You know he won’t do that, your taking this too lightly Travis, given the state your in...’
[Travis uncharacteristically snaps at his agent, raising his voice as he does so.]
Travis – ‘What state?I’m fine, I just wish the likes of you, your grandmother and my wife would just get of Travis’ back! ‘The Headliner’ was victorious at No Holds Barred wasn’t he? He managed to walk to his next match in Australia, and everyone since hasn’t he? Sure they haven’t all gone ‘The Blessed Ones’ way, but that’s not important, at break the Border it will be clear that Travis Roberts at seventy percent is far better than the majority of this company, and especially ‘Lord’ Donovan Hastings, at One Hundred Percent.
What would you all have ‘The TWiSTeD Icon’ do? Take a month off like his fallen opponent from No Holds Barred? Because that would be just perfect during a world tour of our product, having the Unified Global Champion not make an appearance. ‘The Blessed One’ simply has no choice, he made the decisions that brought him to this point, and he finds himself as Unified Global Champion, and that comes with responsibilities, commitments that ‘The Headliner’ cannot...will not shirk, no matter what condition his body is in. The Unified Global Championship says that Travis Roberts is the best this company has to offer, and no-one can say that ‘The Headliner’ doesn’t act like it, no matter his physical condition.
When someone has the determination for the sacrifice and responsibility that comes with the glory, ‘The Headliners’ reign will come to an end. But until that day, Travis Roberts will continue to be the epitome of what GIW has to offer the world, because that is the decision he made a long time ago.’
[With that Travis falls silent once more, and turns away from his agent and looks on at the elegant movements that continue beyond him, as the drum beat gets louder, as the scene fades out for the final time]
