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Letting her survive; KT vs Purity 2
Topic Started: Aug 10 2013, 05:58 PM (83 Views)
Kyle Travis
NEWera Rookie
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::Inside the Hammerstein Ballroom, New Era Wrestling Generation is up and running. As with every two week span, except for pay-per-views, NEW takes over an arena for three days from Friday to Sunday, as it presents NEW Friday Night, NEW Generation and NEW Television. These three nights in the Hammerstein Ballroom are special. They are the last stop on the way to Vindication and Madison Square Garden. These three nights have that pre-pay-per-view feel. In wrestling, there is no such thing as calm before the storm and anticipation hangs in the air.::

::While they are not all scheduled on the same show, it is not uncommon for every member of the NEW roster to attend all three shows as they are always in the same venue, city and weekend, so it is easy to attend the shows.::

::The members of Fabulous Disaster usually attend all three shows as there is strength in numbers, and they have proved that. This is the reason why Kyle Travis is in the Fabulous Disaster locker room. He is dressed in a simple pair of black pants and a white dress shirt.::

::He is seated in a folding chair in the locker room with his head leaned back and looking up to the ceiling.::

“I love how after I say something about it, the banner gets changed to something a little classier. As if that is what I expected Mac to give me in exchange for taking out Purity. Yes, it was clearly that and nothing else I could have wanted.”

“You might want to try a little harder if your goal is to get me to do your dirty work and do what you have been too weak, too inept, too stupid, too pathetic and too damn scarred of her to do yourself, which is keep Purity Solanas from making it to Vindication at 100%, or possibly not even at all. Otherwise Mac, she is going to make it to the pay-per-view and then it is all up to you to be such a biased referee that she cannot win. However, I have such little faith in your ability to stop her that, and I know I have already said this, and I stand by it, you will probably just end up counting the three that wins her the title.”

::Travis leans his head forward, looking at head of himself.::

“This, Mac, is an offer you cannot refuse.”

::Travis stands up off and moves to the cubby that serves as a locker. He digs something out. Turning back to the camera, Travis is now holding a crowbar. This, more than anything else, has been his weapon of choice for acts of violence against other wrestlers. He looks down at the tool in his hand.::

“I suppose, Purity, that you are wondering why I would even bother to get the sack of crap running this place to try and entice me to try to end your career or injure you before Vindication, thus making it easier for Romeo Stylez to retain the championship or James Stall to regain the title he held longer than anyone here and keeping you out of the title picture for awhile.”

::“The Canadian Legend” twirls the crowbar in his hand. He holds it up, pointing the curved end away from him, like he was pointing a sword. He draws it back and smirks a little, as if something about this amuses him.::

“It is a valid question.”

“After all, I have ended a few careers. Just in my debuting month, I ended Daniel Telmah and no one has seen Matt Slater since I beat him at Evolution 4.0. Then of course you can add names to that list like Bojo Find’Um, Bedlam, Hiashi Shinsuma and, of course, last but not least, Kyona Eph’Pha’Tha. So, really I should have no problem with going to the ring and just ending your career or injuring you. I’ve done it before and I will more than likely do it again.”

::There is almost a tone of anger in his voice. It may be frustration. Or, it may be both. Either way, it is the tone of a man who finds himself watching people he considers less talented than himself, which in his mind, is not a short list, be given opportunity after opportunity, while he is finding himself forced to prove himself every night.::

“And of course, let us not forget that I do not particularly like you. I maintain that if you did not run to the ring at Evolution 4.0, after I had already competed in a match, and beat me with a chair, taking the No Limits Championship in the process, I would have beaten your boyfriend Trevor Hyatt out for the Key to Excellence match, and unlike him, I wouldn’t be carrying it around or have wasted my shot. I know for a fact that as long as you hold that North American Championship, he will never cash in. Honestly, I am not even sure if he still even has it.”

“And then, after I did the same thing to you, jumping you from behind and taking back the title, a move that is perfectly legal and in accordance with the rules of the No Limits Championship, you snapped and, like the psychopath you are, drove your truck into my rental and took back the title. Never mind that what I did was legal and what you did was borderline criminal and insane, but it is a title that is on the line 24/7/365/366 on leap years. It was not like you couldn’t have gained another shot. All you had to do was show up.”

::His fingers tighten around the crowbar. The list of people he has hit with this thing not only includes wrestlers, but managers, valets, and a lot of people in authority. He grips it like one grips a sword or a mace.::

“But no, you cost me an opportunity your dear good friend Trevor Hyatt is continually wasting because the hypocrite fashions himself too noble to do what you did and step over him for a title, and then you tried to kill me.”

“The only reason you won our following rematch is not because of skill, or because you are better than me. No. You only won because of a low blow.”

::He spreads his arms out in something of a “what is with that” gesture, but still holds onto the crowbar.

“If I did half of that, they would be booing me out of arenas all over the world, more than they do right now. But, because you are one of those so-called “heroes” in this company, they love you for it when, in fact Purity, you are no better than I am. The only difference is that those idiots filling arenas are cheering for you and every other so-called, self-righteous hero in this company.”

::Travis lowers his arms. His eyes shift, looking down at the crowbar. He has a look in his eyes, the knowledge that he could do it and end her without so much as a second thought or hesitation.::

“Honestly, I do not want to see you become NEW World Heavyweight Champion anymore than Mac does. I stand by my opinion of you Purity Solanas. You are a violent, dangerous, psychotic bitch who should have been fired ages ago. You have no place in professional wrestling, let alone in a world title match. And you would be better off somewhere like cage fighting or MMA, some sort of tough man fighting contest, or a street fight in a parking lot, surrounded by thugs and criminals. You are, by far, and that is including Romeo Stylez, the worst possible choice to represent a company, even one that has lost its sense of pride and self-respect like New Era Wrestling.”

::“The Canadian Legend” slowly raises the crowbar, holding it out in front of him as one does a sword or a knife. He steps forward, moving to the chair.::

“So the question, Purity, is why would I not do everything in my power to end you at NEW Television? Why in God’s name would I not try to take you out of the championship match at Vindication? It is not fear holding me back. It is not a sense of compassion or regret over anything I have done in my long and blood soaked career. There is another reason why I am not going to end you. Although, really debating just ending Lana, but that is neither here nor there. So why donb’t I just do it, and end you right before Vindication?”

::The crowbar drops to the ground with a sort of click-clack sound of metal on concrete. It was not accidental. Travis released the weapon on purpose. He slumps back into the chair, looking up at the ceiling again.::

“I suppose you could say that I am sympathetic to your plight. I have been the guy management never wanted to see succeed, the guy they tried to hold back and keep down. So, I somewhat understand what you are going through. And, I say somewhat, because unlike Mac, every time I was held back, they were not quite as inept, pathetic, weak or scarred, and their attempts were actually effective. No, unlike Mac, these people actually never bother letting make my way to the match, they managed to stop me from even getting there, and often times, in very creative ways.”

::He leans forward in his chair, lowering his head back down. His hands come together and fingers into look. Travis takes a deep breath and sighs.::

“I began in 1999 in the CEW, which was based out of California. Now, what you have to understand about the CEW is that was run by idiots. First of all, Mr. Utastic, the owner and, honestly the only referee there, was just about as bad as Mac at running a place. He signed wrestlers to very lucrative contracts, which ultimately helped shut the place down. He had no business running a company. Then you had Boletus Maximus, “the Great Mushroom, who had made a name for himself in the late 70s and early 80s, and had retired at the time. Boletus was an okay wrestler, but a lousy General Manager and announcer.”

“What was the problem with CEW? Well, problems really. And I will tell you.”

The first and foremost issue was that the place was so stuck in the 1980s mindset of big guys. When they said World Heavyweight Championship, they meant it only for heavyweight wrestlers, which was 250 and upper. This meant that the Cruiserweight weight limit was 245 and lower. At the time, I was 227 pounds and the weight limit for Cruiserweight was 230 and lower, it became 245 lbs. after I gained weight to 230 lbs. So I had to give them credit for that one since it screwed over everyone 245 and less. I think the limit was raised one more time to like 250 or 300 lbs., but by that time, I was already gone. Still, think about what that would mean. Look at a lot of the greats you’ve seen, and realize if they were in the CEW and under 250 pounds, they would be nothing.”

“The other issue, and again, this came from that 80’s mentality, a Cruiserweight could never challenge for the World Heavyweight Championship. However, if a heavyweight wrestler had an issue a cruiserweight, he could simply challenge them for a match for the title. Now he could not win the title, but his victory would force the Cruiserweight Champion to give the title up. At least, that’s how I lost the title, when a heavyweight was upset that I was not defending the title 24/7 or something.”

::Frustration and annoyance start to rise in his voice. The list of people he say hyped and pushed in CEW who had a complete lack of the English language, no understanding that you do not need to swear every sentence, or that some things are, never have been or never will be words, as well as lacking any real talent was incredible. It was classic 80s mindset of bigger is better, heavyweights are great.::

“Cruiserweights were never pushed in the CEW. It did not matter how good you were in the ring or on the mic, you would never get the opportunity to shine that you deserved. A heavyweight, no matter how bad a wrestler they were, or if their entire promo consisted of them swearing like a sailor, and indeed, most heavyweights there could not get through a sentence without the s-word or a f-bomb or something, like it made them bad ass. In fact, I was often told not to show them up.”

“This is why they lacked a real Cruiserweight division. Even if one signed, they left shortly after. The place was just too 1980s minded in its need to promote that big man power wrestler ideal you say back in the day. They knew that they would never be promoted or given a chance to truly shine.”

“I had a terrible win/loss record there, and it was not because of lack of skill. It was actually because they would throw me in two or three matches a night due to the fact my allies, Mark Murphy, DMX and Juan Guanamo, were often drunk or high, which no one ever dealt with, and ultimately ruined their careers. But as a result, I often had to take Mark’s matches and I was never informed of this until I was had either arrived at the building or I was on my way to the ring, or had just finished a match. But, I was never going to get promoted or given opportunities because I was not 300 lbs and swearing every sentence.”

“However, that was being screwed by management due to them being stupid. The truly amazing ability to screw me over came from the League of American Championship Wrestlers, or LAW. Honestly, I wish Mac was running that place, because if he had, I may not have felt the need to take a pregnancy test after every show, because they kept screwing me.”

“Now, what hurt me there was the simple fact that the man owning the company hated me. This was actually not because of anything I did, but of something someone else did before I even entered LAW; namely Red Hot Rob Taylor poisoning management’s mind against me.”


::Hate. The frustration and annoyance is replaced with pure, undistilled, and intense hatred. It can be heard in his voice, and seen in those cold predatory eyes. The history between Red Hot Rob Taylor and Kyle Travis has been long, bloody and has often been more about Rob’s ability to maneuver backstage than his ability to wrestle Travis. In their entire history, Rob’s only wins over Travis have come through using a wrestler called Final Gladiator as a hired thug to help him win. Travis has threatened Rob’s children, attacked his wife, mocked Rob’s need to wrestle as opposed to be with his dying child. Rob has mostly responded with backstage politics. Needless to say, they hate each other as passionately as two people can.::

“Anyone who has ever met Rob Taylor will tell you that they left that meeting knowing Rob is the greatest thing to happen to Earth since the planet came to being. They will also tell you that he is the greatest wrestler in history, and the most brilliant promoter of all time to a degree that makes P.T. Barnum look like a paperboy. They will tell you how rich he is, how humble he is, how awe-inspiringly awesome he is and that we should all just worship him as the god king he was sent to Earth by the Holy Father to be and how history had been leading to his birth. They will tell you these things because Rob Taylor is all Rob Taylor talks about.”

“Rob and I happen to hate each other. I find him an unoriginal, ego driven megalomaniac who only accomplishes things when he has hired goons to help him win, and he sees himself as the greatest man since Jesus. I remember in LAW telling people Rob was not someone to be trusted and he would screw them over and all that. And of course, he did, and he did it in the most imaginative and original way he could, he used hired goons to help him win the world championship and invaded the company with former minions from a defunct wrestling company that he had owned and used to promote himself.”

“But, prior to my signing with LAW, Rob was already in their ear telling them how bad I was to work with all because I never really joined in his little fan club, which in his mind, was the entire population of Earth. So that helped nothing.”

::Hatred begins to mix with anger and frustration. Travis has always described his time in LAW as “five years of backstage political hell” and “it was always one step forward, and not so much two steps back, but more like thrown down the stairs and told to start all over again”. It came as a shock to no one that after he finally left, he debated retirement just because he was that frustrated, that burned out, but eventually found redemption in ACW.::

“And of course, there was management’s need to blame anything that went wrong on me. Somehow, I was responsible for everything that went bad in the owner’s life, even though my interactions with him were strictly business related. However, it was clearly all my fault, because he seemed to take every thing out on me.”

“Every time I earned an opportunity at a championship, I was often fired to prevent me from being able to claim it, or I was put in a match where at the last minute, they added that my title shot was on the line right before I went out, or fixed the match against me.”

“The company had rules against outside interference in matches, saying anyone who interfered in a match faced suspension. Curiously enough, that never seemed to apply to matches I was involved in. One really great case was that I lost the Marked Man Championship in a triple threat match to a guy who wasn’t even in the match, and it was not a 24/7, hardcore rules belt. Management just let it slide.”

“They had rules about giving rematches to people, so I actually never got one. Other people did, but I never did. Another great moment was their rule that the Marked Man Champion was to receive an automatic shot at the LAW World Heavyweight Champion at their February pay-per-view. For years, it was just handed to the Marked Man Champion, no strings attached. But guess who had to earn his shot?”

::With both thumbs, Travis points to himself. He has a big, fake smile on his face. Mixed with the hate in his eyes, it is a really disturbing look.::

“That’s right. It was me.”

::The smile doesn’t fade, but lessen a little. The hate and anger and resentment are still in his voice. And then, he starts to chuckle a bit..::

“And that lead to the greatest moment in the LAW’s history “Great Moments of Screwing Kyle Travis”. This was sheer brilliance, because no one saw it coming. So, I was all set to get the title shot I had earned, against my former associate who had turned on me and was now the World Champion, and I had suffered a career threatening neck injury during the match to gain my shot, which was supposed to be automatic as I was the Marked Man Champion, and they pulled off a truly amazing moment.”

::He leans forward, an almost excited look in his face, which again, given the hate in his eyes makes it disturbing again.::

“Would you like to guess what it was? You cannot, because there would be no way anyone would ever see it coming.”

“They canceled the pay-per-view.”

He laughs. A full out, amused laugh like this is the most hilarious thing anyone has ever heard, the world’s greatest joke. He slaps his knee, laughing so hard that he holds his stomach and wipes a tear away. Suddenly, he stops laughing. There is no sense of amusement in that face of his. There is only anger and hate in their purist forms.::

“Let me repeat that. They canceled the pay-per-view. They lost millions in pay-per-view revenue, merchandise sales and screwed the arena out of concessions, and parking, not to mention every wrestler who was to work that night was not going to get their pay-per-view bonus. Management hated the idea of me being world champion so much that they canceled the entire pay-per-view. And, what you may ask, was the icing on that cake of theirs? Somehow, the following year, they blamed it on me. And, if you are going to say “I deserved it”, at the time, I was one of the top good guys in the company.”

“The guy running LAW made it constantly clear to me that I was not as good as Risk or Kyona Eph’Pha’Tha. I retired both of them. Risk did this whole anti-management thing a little after I started taking out the ex-CEOs, General Managers or whatever they were called. The only difference was that it was more creditable from me as Risk was a three time world champion, but only won the title once, the two other times, he was handed the title back after losing it. Risk is the only man I have ever seen lose a no disqualification street fight and a title and be given the belt back because his opponent hit him with the steel plate in his forearm.”

::Travis leans back in his chair. He takes a deep breath and exhales slowly to calm himself down.::

“So yes Purity, I understand what you are going through with Mac trying to screw you over and stop you from becoming champion. Now, personally, I find his methods to lack any real effort in attempting to stop you, and honestly they have just been so pathetic that it would be funny if it wasn’t just so damn sad. However, I am inclined to agree with him. I do not want to see you as World Champion either.”

::He reaches down and picks up the crowbar, feeling its weight in his hands. He looks over the tool.::

“With that in mind though Purity, all that, you can see why I have a level of sympathy for that Mac is trying to, yet failing, to putting you through. So, I need an incentive from him, otherwise, you are going to make it into Vindication injury free and at as close to 100% as a wrestler can be, especially after a match against me. But then again, when are any of us ever at 100%?”

“This, Purity, is a very rare occurrence. There are not many times I grant a free pass to someone I dislike, and I do dislike you, make no mistake about that. I also dislike the fact that Lana is seeming grooming you to be her handpicked champion, because I cannot stand that type of champion. I’ve dealt with them before, and it is never a good thing. However, there is no reason for me to try and make sure you do not make it to Vindication. There is no reason for me to go out of my way and prevent you from achieving your dream of becoming NEW World Champion unless Mac makes me an offer.”

“And yes, I will admit that it is probably a terrible thing to do, offering to injure you before the pay-per-view or end your career, but you really should remember who I am. I do not hide behind the veil of “hero” like so many other people here and allow that to serve as justification for what I am doing. No, whether people want to admit it or not, I am one of the only honest people here in New Era Wrestling. I see this place as the fat, bloated, diseased thing it has become and I offer it a cure; myself.”

“I caught your promo this week. It’s very reassuring to see a strong, confident woman being easily manipulated and used due to the fact that her only response to everything is to fly off the handle and give into anger. Honestly Purity, it is getting old, predictable and tired, and it makes you so easy for someone you think you should trust ot manipulate you. I half expect every promo you cut to just end up being you getting mad and yelling “Purity Smash!”. But thank you for proving me right about you. And, you may want to rethink your relationship with Lana. Handpicked champions never end well.”

::He sighs and shakes his head, as if disappointed or frustrated, or maybe both.::

“I did not say Fabulous Disaster allows you to survive. I said we allow Mac to survive because he’s pretty worthless, and an effective manager may interfere with what we do. I did not say you have done nothing. I said he did nothing to prevent you from making it to Vindication. If you really look at what you have done since London Brawl, the matches you have had do not scream attempting to stop you or take you down.”

::He twirls the crowbar in his hand, then holds it in front of him. Getting back to his feet, Travis places the tool on his chair, but keeps his eyes on it.::

“I have every intention of giving this company the heroes it deserves as opposed to these whiney, self-centered, self-righteous, arrogant brats posing under a name they know nothing about. I will bring wrestling back to New Era Wrestling because I am the greatest technical wrestler in this company. I will bring pride, prestige and honor back to every title I hold, starting when I defeat Tombstone for the Television Championship at Vindication, and going through the Tag Team Championship, the North American Championship and finally, the World Heavyweight Championship itself.”

“So go ahead Purity, you can Mac can have you little thing and you can settle it at Vindication when he counts the three and hands you the title because he is weak, pathetic and scarred of you. This match, as of right now, is just a warm up before a pay-per-view, nothing more, nothing less. This match is a chance to prove that the only reason you were ever able to beat me is because you are a violent psychopath and not a wrestler. You can’t jump me from behind or hit me with your truck or nail a low blow to win this one. This time, you have to show me how good you really are, and I do not think that you can.”

::Travis looks away from the crowbar, towards the camera in the room with him.::

“So Purity, it is time for you to challenge and learn because when this is all over, you will bow to “the Once and Future King”, but, you will still be Mac’s headache as you go into the Triple Threat at Vindication and I go on to beat Tombstone for the Television Championship.”

::Slowly, Travis walks away. The camera moves to the crowbar resting on the chair and then fades to black.::

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