Post by Red Bull Icon on Jul 25, 2009 23:20:43 GMT -5
[The magnificent door of what can only be described as a palace swings open into an absolutely beautiful marble floored entrance way. With a huff the worn leather boot of ‘The Blessed One’ steps into the not so humble abode. He slams the door shut, exhales an outstanding plume of a bright white smoke from one of his pre-rolls, and heads towards the kitchen without a word.
We follow ‘The Headliner’ into a spacious gourmet kitchen. The stainless steel sub-zero refrigerator is pulled open as ‘The TWiSTeD Icon’ extracts an icy cold frosty green bottled beverage. With a hiss the bottle cap flies through the air into the whole in his granite countertops where his sink used to be. A simple bowing of the head is all we get as a response, and then a very loud crash seemingly coming from everywhere.
Travis Roberts takes one more annoyed gulp before he slams the glass bottle down, and leaves the kitchen. We follow him up one of the grand stair cases that lead to the second story of his mansion. Another thunderous clatter is heard echoing down a massive hallway. ‘The TWiSTeD Guerrilla’ only barely hastens his step until he reaches the colossal French doors at the end, and now a steady ruckus can be heard from the other side.
Travis nonchalantly boots the doors sending them swinging wildly open, and storms into his bedroom.]
Travis- ‘Now, now, ladies just like every other ring rat… oh.’
[The image is not what he expected. Not what anyone would expect, but probably should. Standing amidst numerous pairs of well worn designer jeans, vintage Monster Magnet concert t-shirts, and solid oak dresser draws is the cartoonish agent of the ‘TWiSTeD Revolutionary’, eD Case.]
eD- ‘AHHH!!!’
Travis- ‘One…’
eD- ‘No, no, yell at me!’
Travis- ‘You don’t want ‘The Headliner’ to go on instinct right now you insignificant speck. Two…’
eD- ‘Alright, this is when I explain myself then?”
Travis- ‘You have to the count of five to explain to Travis Roberts why you are digging through ‘The Blessed Ones’ private belongings. Three…’
eD- ‘ The main event at Horizons.’
Travis- ‘That’s a start, but do you really want to leave your explanation to one word you furry little window licker when you could be expanding on the idea of why ‘The TWiSTeD Icon’ is only kept company by Skinman while ‘The Significant Player’ is attending to his business. Four…’
eD- ‘Cause I’m your agent Travis, and your friend. I only want you to succeed, and I want, believe in, you. You can win that Hell in a Cell at Horizons, but you need to produce the TWiSTeD Fight Club title belt or Boss P won’t let you into the building.’
Travis- ‘Five, and though your explanation is not acceptable it has peeked the ‘TWiSTeD Icons’ curiosity. You may continue, and will want to start with why you didn’t just ask ‘The Most Influential Man in Sports Entertainment of this Millennia’ where the TFC belt was.’
eD- ‘I didn’t ask because you already told me you didn’t know where it was. You said you almost auctioned it off on eBay a couple months back.’
Travis- ‘This is true, and why shouldn’t that worthless hunk of tin go to the highest bidder? And you still haven’t explained how you came to the ridiculous decision to start your rogue expedition where ‘The Blessed One’ lays his head at night.’
[eD’s dry cotton like eyes expand to the size of saucers as he looks around nervously.]
eD- ‘You haven’t been in the garage then?’
Travis- ‘Why would ‘The Headliner’ need into his garage? There are people on the payroll to take off all matters emanating from the car port which assumedly you are part of.’
eD- ‘Well, it’s really, I mean things happen and this just…’
Travis- ‘Nevermind. You are not getting off that easy. Answer why you are in ‘The Blessed Sanctuary’ instead of confirming plans for the Revolutions grand Horizons after party. Is Monster Magnet playing live? Have you lined up the appropriate topless entertainment? Have you secured accommodations for Yoda? This party had damn well better blow anything at Sting out of the water come Saturday night.’
eD- ‘Damn, and I told you without that TFC belt Boss P probably won’t let you compete in the match you know you’ve already won, Travis. And yes Monster Magnet is flying in.’
Travis- ‘Ridiculous. The very notion that ‘The Headliner’ would be held out of the headlining match of Horizons is insanity. Boss P knows as well as that toe rag BoolZ that BoolZ versus Kiseragi won’t sell. That is why ‘The TWiSTeD Icon’ was inserted into this match. Boss P knows he needs that big time feel for his first pay-per-view, and there is only one man that can give it. And it’s Mr. Roberts.’
eD- ‘Huh?’
Travis- ‘It might be best if you became referring to ‘The TWiSTeD Guerilla’ by his surname. Your boss has been doing some thinking lately, and has come to the conclusion that you’ve been slipping. You need to remember who’s coat tails you rode to where you are, and start acting with the never dying gratitude that you owe ‘The Blessed One’ for letting you share his air. Now, your trustworthiness in question, perhaps you should scamper off to the hospital, and assist Skinny with looking after Mrs. Prescott. ’
[There is a moment of silence as agent and talent share an uneasy stare. After what seems like an eternity eD with even wobblier legs than normal steps over the piles of clothes, and out of the door. Travis Roberts does not watch him, and from behind ‘The Blessed One’ eD speaks from the doorway.]
eD- ‘Yes Sir. And sir as your agent I feel obligated to remind you. Your involvement in the Hell in a Cell triple unification match at Horizons at this time is only a conditionally based verbal commitment. Failure to produce the TWiSTeD Fight Club title belt voids your contract, and your involvement in the main event. If you wish to make Declan proud, you should find that damn belt. Sir.’
[Travis Roberts stands sturdy as only one of his French doors slam shut, and the cushioned pitter patter of eD’s feet race down the hallway. After a few seconds he exhales, slips a silver case from his leather jacket pocket, produces a ‘delicacy’ and begins puffing away. After more than a few puffs ‘The Headliner’ navigates the rubble that was his room to a luxurious self portrait, inhales a fresh dose, then pulls one side of the painting causing the hinges to squeak as the eight foot oil covered canvas reveals a wall safe.
A few twists and turns of the combination dial and a click later, and the solid door is open. We can only catch the briefest of glances to the contents but the shiny gold sparkle of the TWiSTeD Fight Club unified title is clear. Travis sighs, as he reaches into the just smaller than walk in safe, but before he can grab the belt the majestic sounds of ‘Bummer’ ring out from the door bell. Quickly he pulls back, slams the steel door shut, a twist of the dial, and the painting is pulled shut.
We follow ‘The Blessed One’ out of his cluttered bedroom, down the extremely long hallway, down the lavish dual stair case, and to the front door.]
Travis- ‘Damn it eD if this is some kind of display of passive aggressive protest ‘The Headliner’ will only count to three.’
[Once at the door, as the end of the song plays, Travis reaches up, opens the door, and stands in disbelief.]
Mary-Joanna- ‘What’s up Doc?’
[The door slammed in her face unceremoniously, the tumbler sounding a loud click, and MJ stands unfazed. Holding a sink, the sink BoolZ used to win the Bring Your Own Kitchen Sink match, she reaches into her purse, and pulls out a key.
In the few seconds it takes for Mary-Joana her words echo in Travis’ ears. He’s taken back to the hotel room when he privately decided to retire from professional wrestling and pursue an acting career. He’s taken back to the training room after his hard fought victory at Fightmania. He’s taken back to their very first meeting. He’s brought back to moment he awoke in a hospital bed with only eD Case to greet him. He’s both reminded of their love, and infuriated by her betrayal.
It was only a few seconds and MJ had used her key to unlock the door and follow Travis into the grand hall. She pays special attention to the hole Komosube put in the door, the bullet holes from Boss P’s tommy gun, and the shattered jumbo flat screen television. Travis having already taking his seat in his welcoming couch begins rolling his ‘escape’.
He finishes his task neither saying a word, brings paper to lip, and pulls out his lighter. A flick from his slightly shaking fingers, a spark, but no flame. He tries again, then a third time before MJ’s hand holding an engraved Zippo reaches into view. ‘The Blessed One’ looks up at her, she’s still holding the sink, then tosses one Bic lighter to the far corner before reaching into the couch cushions for his spare.]
Travis- ‘Well?’
Mary-Joanna- ‘After all this time you just couldn’t bring yourself to change locks.’
Travis- ‘That is a mistake eD will surely hear about, and ‘The Headliner’ will remedy at the next earliest convenience.’
Mary-Joanna- ‘Ok, well MJ just figured you’d want your sink back.’
Travis- ‘Fine leave it, and leave.’
[Mary-Joanna simply pulls the sink up in her grip, extends her arm, and lets go allowing the heavy Italian tile smash into the fine ebony coffee table. Her concerned scowl is as clear as the now mirrored eyes behind Travis’ aviator glasses.]
Travis- ‘Don’t expect a thank you from ‘The TWiSTeD Icon’.’
Mary-Joanna- ‘Travis we need to talk.’
Travis- ‘Really? This should be hilarious. Enlighten ‘The Blessed One’. What could you possibly have to say that ‘The TWiSTeD Revolutionary’ needs to hear?’
Mary-Joanna- ‘Fine, you wanna play cold. How’s this? BoolZ and ‘The TWiSTeD High Priestess’ fucked right there on that couch.’
[Instantly Travis wants to leap from his seat, but defiantly he hides any emotion she thought to elicit.]
Travis- ‘And? You’ve made it perfectly clear with your actions over the last four years that you’re a trollop. The simple fact that ‘The Headliner’ misjudged both you and young Randall’s character is also a poorly veiled secret.’
Mary-Joanna- ‘And you were upstairs in our bed while we were going at it like bunnies.’
[Travis confident behind his mirrored sunglasses and haze from what might be the grandest rollup he’s ever rolled stays cool in this filthy couch.]
Mary-Joanna- ‘Really? Nothing? Well fine. Then MJ doesn’t know why she’s here.’
Travis- ‘You are free to leave whenever you deem your stink has saturated the prestige of ‘The Headliners’ grand hall. No one is keeping you here.’
Mary-Joanna- ‘Fine wait. Listen Travis, Mary-Jo is worried about you.’
[The only emotion seen fitting to the moment and Travis Roberts laughs full and boastful.]
Travis- ‘Worried? It is doubtful a banshee such as youself could even comprehend the concept of worry, but to humor you ‘The Only True TWiSTeD Royalty’ suggests that it is BoolZ or Kiseragi you should be concerned for. It is apparent that neither are at ‘The Blessed Ones’ level. It is clear that neither the Red Bull laden herpie or that effeminate male model are capable of besting ‘The Headliner’. It is also perfectly clear that if not for that poor battered old man, which received his pummeling for his wrong doings last Sentinel that this match wouldn’t even be happening! It is clear…’
Mary-Joanna- ‘It’s clear BoolZ has been out to hurt you from the start!’
Travis- ‘No, no, you do not ever interrupt ME! You stupid little bitch! You think you can run off, leave me in a coma, then only come back looking for a hand out only to find a cock in your ass! BoolZ’s cock no less! I loved you once, I would have done anything for you, and you spit in my face? Do not ever interrupt Travis Roberts!’
[Travis is standing now, red faced, and without his aviator glasses we can see his eyes bulging. MJ taking a long step backwards, but holding her scowl.]
Mary-Joanna- ‘Fine. But did you even hear what MJ said?’
[Travis retakes his seat as he bends down to pick up his glasses. He composes himself after the rare outburst, takes a puff, and looks up at the betraying cunt.]
Travis- ‘Yes, the words from your semen scented mouth were crystal clear, but could not be anywhere close to the truth. This is simply another of you and your puppets schemes.’
Mary-Joanna- ‘Really. Think about it Travis. He spent two years in Japan, 24 months, that’s pretty common knowledge. Come on how many people sign up for three months, accept an extension for six more months, than before that’s up accept another one year extension? Then on top of all that, after the 21 months, work without a contract for three months? He let it slip he bought the last month of his contract to come home. How long was Global Domination and GIW’s interest in you in the works before you debuted? Long enough for a few people to hear about it, and someone who hates you buy out of his own contract?’
Travis- ‘Pff, are you serious? Declan didn’t even let Cara know. Who would have let that newz out?’
Mary-Joanna- ‘MJ doesn’t know, but it’s clear Prescott has his enemies and with the emergence of that penguin Declan isn’t the only one making decisions in the GIW.’
Travis- ‘Woman, ‘The Headliner’ thinks you are simply realizing the effects of taking up the ass from that caffeine riddled mind of an insecure little child.’
Mary-Joanna- ‘Travis, baby, listen. Mary-Jo will admit when she came back into your life it was to take your money. She’ll admit she sought out BoolZ, as a tool, thinking he’d pose a proper distraction for you while you lost everything in the divorce. But it is true that her feelings for you are not as cold as believed. It is true that when BoolZ and ‘The TWiSTeD Matriarch’ sit alone in his five star hotel rooms, after the fucking, all he wants to talk about is you. Your happiest moment, how you reacted when hearing about your 10 year deal with TFC, what it was like when GWAR came to the ring during your contract signing, what kind of bond do you and Craig Futile have, Travis you have to listen to me this kid is obsessed with you.’
[Travis stands back up listening to her words, picking up on the hints of honest concern in her voice, and slowly begins walking out of the room.]
Travis- ‘MJ surely you’re aware everyone is obsessed with ‘The Blessed One’. Everyone.’
[The scene fades out as Travis leaves the grand hall with MJ standing alone with the sink and the defiled couch. When we fade back in Travis is storming down the grand stair case, TWiSTeD Fight Club title slung proudly over his shoulder, and he marches to the front door. Upon opening the portal eD Case’s diminutive stature is seen in the door way. Travis takes a huge step over the furry agent only acknowledging his presence with a series of barked orders.]
Travis- ‘eD! Burn that damn couch in the great hall, for the love of ‘TWiSTeD’ stay out of ‘The Blessed One’s’ bedroom, and hire a car to pick up the Magnet when their plane lands!’
[The scene ends with Travis climbing into the back seat of his car, waiting patiently, until rolling down the window.]
Travis- ‘Are you being paid to stand at ‘The TWiSTeD Revolutionary’s’ doorstep or do his bidding? Let’s go!’
[eD quickly scampers towards the car, and the last image is of him climbing into the drivers seat.]
We follow ‘The Headliner’ into a spacious gourmet kitchen. The stainless steel sub-zero refrigerator is pulled open as ‘The TWiSTeD Icon’ extracts an icy cold frosty green bottled beverage. With a hiss the bottle cap flies through the air into the whole in his granite countertops where his sink used to be. A simple bowing of the head is all we get as a response, and then a very loud crash seemingly coming from everywhere.
Travis Roberts takes one more annoyed gulp before he slams the glass bottle down, and leaves the kitchen. We follow him up one of the grand stair cases that lead to the second story of his mansion. Another thunderous clatter is heard echoing down a massive hallway. ‘The TWiSTeD Guerrilla’ only barely hastens his step until he reaches the colossal French doors at the end, and now a steady ruckus can be heard from the other side.
Travis nonchalantly boots the doors sending them swinging wildly open, and storms into his bedroom.]
Travis- ‘Now, now, ladies just like every other ring rat… oh.’
[The image is not what he expected. Not what anyone would expect, but probably should. Standing amidst numerous pairs of well worn designer jeans, vintage Monster Magnet concert t-shirts, and solid oak dresser draws is the cartoonish agent of the ‘TWiSTeD Revolutionary’, eD Case.]
eD- ‘AHHH!!!’
Travis- ‘One…’
eD- ‘No, no, yell at me!’
Travis- ‘You don’t want ‘The Headliner’ to go on instinct right now you insignificant speck. Two…’
eD- ‘Alright, this is when I explain myself then?”
Travis- ‘You have to the count of five to explain to Travis Roberts why you are digging through ‘The Blessed Ones’ private belongings. Three…’
eD- ‘ The main event at Horizons.’
Travis- ‘That’s a start, but do you really want to leave your explanation to one word you furry little window licker when you could be expanding on the idea of why ‘The TWiSTeD Icon’ is only kept company by Skinman while ‘The Significant Player’ is attending to his business. Four…’
eD- ‘Cause I’m your agent Travis, and your friend. I only want you to succeed, and I want, believe in, you. You can win that Hell in a Cell at Horizons, but you need to produce the TWiSTeD Fight Club title belt or Boss P won’t let you into the building.’
Travis- ‘Five, and though your explanation is not acceptable it has peeked the ‘TWiSTeD Icons’ curiosity. You may continue, and will want to start with why you didn’t just ask ‘The Most Influential Man in Sports Entertainment of this Millennia’ where the TFC belt was.’
eD- ‘I didn’t ask because you already told me you didn’t know where it was. You said you almost auctioned it off on eBay a couple months back.’
Travis- ‘This is true, and why shouldn’t that worthless hunk of tin go to the highest bidder? And you still haven’t explained how you came to the ridiculous decision to start your rogue expedition where ‘The Blessed One’ lays his head at night.’
[eD’s dry cotton like eyes expand to the size of saucers as he looks around nervously.]
eD- ‘You haven’t been in the garage then?’
Travis- ‘Why would ‘The Headliner’ need into his garage? There are people on the payroll to take off all matters emanating from the car port which assumedly you are part of.’
eD- ‘Well, it’s really, I mean things happen and this just…’
Travis- ‘Nevermind. You are not getting off that easy. Answer why you are in ‘The Blessed Sanctuary’ instead of confirming plans for the Revolutions grand Horizons after party. Is Monster Magnet playing live? Have you lined up the appropriate topless entertainment? Have you secured accommodations for Yoda? This party had damn well better blow anything at Sting out of the water come Saturday night.’
eD- ‘Damn, and I told you without that TFC belt Boss P probably won’t let you compete in the match you know you’ve already won, Travis. And yes Monster Magnet is flying in.’
Travis- ‘Ridiculous. The very notion that ‘The Headliner’ would be held out of the headlining match of Horizons is insanity. Boss P knows as well as that toe rag BoolZ that BoolZ versus Kiseragi won’t sell. That is why ‘The TWiSTeD Icon’ was inserted into this match. Boss P knows he needs that big time feel for his first pay-per-view, and there is only one man that can give it. And it’s Mr. Roberts.’
eD- ‘Huh?’
Travis- ‘It might be best if you became referring to ‘The TWiSTeD Guerilla’ by his surname. Your boss has been doing some thinking lately, and has come to the conclusion that you’ve been slipping. You need to remember who’s coat tails you rode to where you are, and start acting with the never dying gratitude that you owe ‘The Blessed One’ for letting you share his air. Now, your trustworthiness in question, perhaps you should scamper off to the hospital, and assist Skinny with looking after Mrs. Prescott. ’
[There is a moment of silence as agent and talent share an uneasy stare. After what seems like an eternity eD with even wobblier legs than normal steps over the piles of clothes, and out of the door. Travis Roberts does not watch him, and from behind ‘The Blessed One’ eD speaks from the doorway.]
eD- ‘Yes Sir. And sir as your agent I feel obligated to remind you. Your involvement in the Hell in a Cell triple unification match at Horizons at this time is only a conditionally based verbal commitment. Failure to produce the TWiSTeD Fight Club title belt voids your contract, and your involvement in the main event. If you wish to make Declan proud, you should find that damn belt. Sir.’
[Travis Roberts stands sturdy as only one of his French doors slam shut, and the cushioned pitter patter of eD’s feet race down the hallway. After a few seconds he exhales, slips a silver case from his leather jacket pocket, produces a ‘delicacy’ and begins puffing away. After more than a few puffs ‘The Headliner’ navigates the rubble that was his room to a luxurious self portrait, inhales a fresh dose, then pulls one side of the painting causing the hinges to squeak as the eight foot oil covered canvas reveals a wall safe.
A few twists and turns of the combination dial and a click later, and the solid door is open. We can only catch the briefest of glances to the contents but the shiny gold sparkle of the TWiSTeD Fight Club unified title is clear. Travis sighs, as he reaches into the just smaller than walk in safe, but before he can grab the belt the majestic sounds of ‘Bummer’ ring out from the door bell. Quickly he pulls back, slams the steel door shut, a twist of the dial, and the painting is pulled shut.
We follow ‘The Blessed One’ out of his cluttered bedroom, down the extremely long hallway, down the lavish dual stair case, and to the front door.]
Travis- ‘Damn it eD if this is some kind of display of passive aggressive protest ‘The Headliner’ will only count to three.’
[Once at the door, as the end of the song plays, Travis reaches up, opens the door, and stands in disbelief.]
Mary-Joanna- ‘What’s up Doc?’
[The door slammed in her face unceremoniously, the tumbler sounding a loud click, and MJ stands unfazed. Holding a sink, the sink BoolZ used to win the Bring Your Own Kitchen Sink match, she reaches into her purse, and pulls out a key.
In the few seconds it takes for Mary-Joana her words echo in Travis’ ears. He’s taken back to the hotel room when he privately decided to retire from professional wrestling and pursue an acting career. He’s taken back to the training room after his hard fought victory at Fightmania. He’s taken back to their very first meeting. He’s brought back to moment he awoke in a hospital bed with only eD Case to greet him. He’s both reminded of their love, and infuriated by her betrayal.
It was only a few seconds and MJ had used her key to unlock the door and follow Travis into the grand hall. She pays special attention to the hole Komosube put in the door, the bullet holes from Boss P’s tommy gun, and the shattered jumbo flat screen television. Travis having already taking his seat in his welcoming couch begins rolling his ‘escape’.
He finishes his task neither saying a word, brings paper to lip, and pulls out his lighter. A flick from his slightly shaking fingers, a spark, but no flame. He tries again, then a third time before MJ’s hand holding an engraved Zippo reaches into view. ‘The Blessed One’ looks up at her, she’s still holding the sink, then tosses one Bic lighter to the far corner before reaching into the couch cushions for his spare.]
Travis- ‘Well?’
Mary-Joanna- ‘After all this time you just couldn’t bring yourself to change locks.’
Travis- ‘That is a mistake eD will surely hear about, and ‘The Headliner’ will remedy at the next earliest convenience.’
Mary-Joanna- ‘Ok, well MJ just figured you’d want your sink back.’
Travis- ‘Fine leave it, and leave.’
[Mary-Joanna simply pulls the sink up in her grip, extends her arm, and lets go allowing the heavy Italian tile smash into the fine ebony coffee table. Her concerned scowl is as clear as the now mirrored eyes behind Travis’ aviator glasses.]
Travis- ‘Don’t expect a thank you from ‘The TWiSTeD Icon’.’
Mary-Joanna- ‘Travis we need to talk.’
Travis- ‘Really? This should be hilarious. Enlighten ‘The Blessed One’. What could you possibly have to say that ‘The TWiSTeD Revolutionary’ needs to hear?’
Mary-Joanna- ‘Fine, you wanna play cold. How’s this? BoolZ and ‘The TWiSTeD High Priestess’ fucked right there on that couch.’
[Instantly Travis wants to leap from his seat, but defiantly he hides any emotion she thought to elicit.]
Travis- ‘And? You’ve made it perfectly clear with your actions over the last four years that you’re a trollop. The simple fact that ‘The Headliner’ misjudged both you and young Randall’s character is also a poorly veiled secret.’
Mary-Joanna- ‘And you were upstairs in our bed while we were going at it like bunnies.’
[Travis confident behind his mirrored sunglasses and haze from what might be the grandest rollup he’s ever rolled stays cool in this filthy couch.]
Mary-Joanna- ‘Really? Nothing? Well fine. Then MJ doesn’t know why she’s here.’
Travis- ‘You are free to leave whenever you deem your stink has saturated the prestige of ‘The Headliners’ grand hall. No one is keeping you here.’
Mary-Joanna- ‘Fine wait. Listen Travis, Mary-Jo is worried about you.’
[The only emotion seen fitting to the moment and Travis Roberts laughs full and boastful.]
Travis- ‘Worried? It is doubtful a banshee such as youself could even comprehend the concept of worry, but to humor you ‘The Only True TWiSTeD Royalty’ suggests that it is BoolZ or Kiseragi you should be concerned for. It is apparent that neither are at ‘The Blessed Ones’ level. It is clear that neither the Red Bull laden herpie or that effeminate male model are capable of besting ‘The Headliner’. It is also perfectly clear that if not for that poor battered old man, which received his pummeling for his wrong doings last Sentinel that this match wouldn’t even be happening! It is clear…’
Mary-Joanna- ‘It’s clear BoolZ has been out to hurt you from the start!’
Travis- ‘No, no, you do not ever interrupt ME! You stupid little bitch! You think you can run off, leave me in a coma, then only come back looking for a hand out only to find a cock in your ass! BoolZ’s cock no less! I loved you once, I would have done anything for you, and you spit in my face? Do not ever interrupt Travis Roberts!’
[Travis is standing now, red faced, and without his aviator glasses we can see his eyes bulging. MJ taking a long step backwards, but holding her scowl.]
Mary-Joanna- ‘Fine. But did you even hear what MJ said?’
[Travis retakes his seat as he bends down to pick up his glasses. He composes himself after the rare outburst, takes a puff, and looks up at the betraying cunt.]
Travis- ‘Yes, the words from your semen scented mouth were crystal clear, but could not be anywhere close to the truth. This is simply another of you and your puppets schemes.’
Mary-Joanna- ‘Really. Think about it Travis. He spent two years in Japan, 24 months, that’s pretty common knowledge. Come on how many people sign up for three months, accept an extension for six more months, than before that’s up accept another one year extension? Then on top of all that, after the 21 months, work without a contract for three months? He let it slip he bought the last month of his contract to come home. How long was Global Domination and GIW’s interest in you in the works before you debuted? Long enough for a few people to hear about it, and someone who hates you buy out of his own contract?’
Travis- ‘Pff, are you serious? Declan didn’t even let Cara know. Who would have let that newz out?’
Mary-Joanna- ‘MJ doesn’t know, but it’s clear Prescott has his enemies and with the emergence of that penguin Declan isn’t the only one making decisions in the GIW.’
Travis- ‘Woman, ‘The Headliner’ thinks you are simply realizing the effects of taking up the ass from that caffeine riddled mind of an insecure little child.’
Mary-Joanna- ‘Travis, baby, listen. Mary-Jo will admit when she came back into your life it was to take your money. She’ll admit she sought out BoolZ, as a tool, thinking he’d pose a proper distraction for you while you lost everything in the divorce. But it is true that her feelings for you are not as cold as believed. It is true that when BoolZ and ‘The TWiSTeD Matriarch’ sit alone in his five star hotel rooms, after the fucking, all he wants to talk about is you. Your happiest moment, how you reacted when hearing about your 10 year deal with TFC, what it was like when GWAR came to the ring during your contract signing, what kind of bond do you and Craig Futile have, Travis you have to listen to me this kid is obsessed with you.’
[Travis stands back up listening to her words, picking up on the hints of honest concern in her voice, and slowly begins walking out of the room.]
Travis- ‘MJ surely you’re aware everyone is obsessed with ‘The Blessed One’. Everyone.’
[The scene fades out as Travis leaves the grand hall with MJ standing alone with the sink and the defiled couch. When we fade back in Travis is storming down the grand stair case, TWiSTeD Fight Club title slung proudly over his shoulder, and he marches to the front door. Upon opening the portal eD Case’s diminutive stature is seen in the door way. Travis takes a huge step over the furry agent only acknowledging his presence with a series of barked orders.]
Travis- ‘eD! Burn that damn couch in the great hall, for the love of ‘TWiSTeD’ stay out of ‘The Blessed One’s’ bedroom, and hire a car to pick up the Magnet when their plane lands!’
[The scene ends with Travis climbing into the back seat of his car, waiting patiently, until rolling down the window.]
Travis- ‘Are you being paid to stand at ‘The TWiSTeD Revolutionary’s’ doorstep or do his bidding? Let’s go!’
[eD quickly scampers towards the car, and the last image is of him climbing into the drivers seat.]
