Post by Kyle Travis on Oct 15, 2011 9:05:40 GMT -5
::The Philips Arena in Atlanta, Georgia shall be the next arena to host the weekly broadcast of ACW Shockwave. The trucks and trailers that carry the set and other equipment sit in the parking lot. The production truck is already in the parking lot, closest to the arena.::
::Inside the arena, the ring crew sets the stage. The pyrotechnics staff begins to rig up the displays of pyrotechnics that accompany many of the wrestlers. The sound crew runs through the various entrance themes and videos.::
::It is at the audio tech station where Kyle Travis is standing, talking to one of the technicians. The technician is shorter than Travis, slightly balding and dressed in pants and an ACW logo t-shirt. “The Canadian Legend” is wearing a pair of athletic pants and his new Optimus Maximus t-shirt.
“Yeah, let’s drop “Killing in the name of” and go back to “Kashmir”. It is probably a good idea to just forget that whole Plague fiasco.”
::The technician nods. Travis turns away from him and walks the corridors to the locker room area. He walks passed several people backstage as he walks. He finally ends up in his locker room and opens the door stepping inside.::
::The locker room is empty, except for several chairs and a TV monitor. His bag sits in a cubby. There is a large box in another cubby. His boots are seated in one of the chairs. Travis opens his bag and takes out tape and his pads. He places them on the same chair as his boots.::
“Are you so delusional that you truly believe you can win against me at Shockwave Duke?”
::He shakes his head a little bit as he sits down and takes off his sneakers.::
“Allow me to tell you a couple of stories of other people who aimed too high Duke.”
“Everyone knows the story of Icarus. His father, Daedalus, built the Labyrinth for Minos, the king of Crete, in which the king kept the Minotaur. Minos had Daedalus imprisoned in a tower.”
“With no other way of escape, the brilliant craftsman created wings for himself and his son from feathers and wax. He and Icarus flew from Crete. However, Icarus ignored the warnings of his father. He flew too close to the sun and plummeted to his death.”
::Taking his shoes off, Travis gets up and places them by his bag. He then pulls his pants off, revealing that he is wearing his wrestling trunks underneath. The trunks he has chosen for tonight are his regular “Canadian Legend” tights.::
“Another classic tale is of Phaëton.”
“Now he is either the demigod son of Apollo or Helios, depending upon version. He sought to prove his mother’s claim that he was the son of the sun god and gained an audience with his father. The god promised to greatn Phaëton one request to prove his parentage. Phaëton chose to drive his father’s chariot, the chariot of the sun.”
::Folding his pants, he places them on his bag.::
“This was a chariot of fire, driven by horses that breathed flame. Not even Zeus would dare drive it. But Phaëton would not listen.”
::He laughs a bit and sits back down. Dragging the chair with his pads, boots and tape over to him, he takes his knee pads and starts to slip them on.::
“Needless to say, it didn’t go well. That chariot became a flaming engine of destruction. The Earth burned or froze, rivers and seas started to dry up, cities and fields and forests where engulfed in flames. Finally, Zeus had no choice but to strike the child down with lighting in order to save the world.”
“But perhaps my favorite is the story of Bellerophon, the man who tamed Pegasus.”
“Yes, everyone gives credit to Perseus for riding Pegasus after defeating Medusa. That makes sense given certain aspects of the story. It also adds to that whole thing about Perseus being perhaps the only hero in Greek mythology whose story does not end tragically.”
::Travis shrugs and gets his kneepads on.::
“Bellerophon killed someone or something and was cleared by the king. The king’s wife took a fancy to the young man, but rejected her. She accused him of attempted rape. The king in turn sent the hero to his father-in-law’s. Now, it was a bad thing to kill a guest back then, a divine punishment as a result sort of thing. So he was sent to kill the Chimera, a beast with the head of a lion, a goat’s head coming out of its back and a serpent or a tail, with sharp claws and the ability to breath fire.”
“Now, in order to complete this quest, Bellerophon needed help. He managed to capture Pegasus with assistance of the goddess Athena. He killed the monster. Later, he bested the Amazons.”
::He smiles to himself as he starts to slide his elbow pads on.::
“Yet, Bellerophon grew arrogant. He felt that his victories, especially over the chimera, deserved recognition. In that arrogance, he flew upon Pegasus towards the top of Mount Olympus, the home of the gods. For his arrogance, Zeus, send flies to bite at Pegasus. The winged horse bucked the hero from his back and sent him crashing to earth, where he landed in a thorn bush.”
“Bellerophon, one greatest heroes before the days of Hercules, spend the rest of his life in misery as a grieving, blind, crippled hermit, hiding away from his fellow man until he finally died.”
“Much like those three individuals, you aim too high Duke Dice. You seek to challenge your better. You reach for the stars but you forget that the stars will burn you. You have forgotten your place Duke.”
::Travis adjusts his elbow pads, setting them in place. There are evil intentions in his eyes.::
“At Shockwave, I will remind you exactly where your place is when I throw you back down there. I will send you crashing back down to earth hard where you will just continue to wander aimlessly as a broken, pathetic, miserable loser. Although, I suppose you can take some comfort in the fact that nothing really changes for you. Before this match, you were a loser. You will still be a loser after this match.”
::Travis reaches over and begins to unlace his boots. Once completed, he slips his left on. In every action he has done so far, he has started with his left.::
“Time and time again Duke, I have said that I am the measuring stick the ACW uses for its rookies and new talents. Sooner or later, they all step up to face me. Some have managed to gain a win, yet they seem to vanish right after. Others have won and go one to bigger and better. But many have stepped up and I have knocked them down.”
“I talk a lot about potential, I admit that. People talk about potential a lot of the time in this business. Every new person who walks in has the potential to become someone. They have the potential to become a champion, to rise up and make a name in this business. It is like that old saying goes about how some people achieve greatness, others are destined for it and some are just born great. Those are the people who answer the door when opportunity knocks.”
::Travis finishes lacing his boots up. He gets to his feet and turns to the box in the cubby. As he does so, Travis pulls off his shirt and tosses it on top of his travel bag and pants.::
“You will not achieve greatness. You are not destined for greatness and you definitely were not born great, Duke. When opportunity came knocking, Duke, not only did you not answer the door, but you ran and hid. Now you seek to challenge your better? You know this will only end badly.”
::The sound of tape and plastic being ripped and opened can be heard as Travis opens the package.::
“You have no potential Duke. You have no future here in the ACW except as a loser. That is all you are. That is all you ever will be.”
::The man known as “the Once and Future King” and “the Canadian Legend” turns back to the camera. He is holding a black leather jacket in his hands looking at it, studying it. One the back is a gold crown with a European style broadsword sticking through the center of the crown, his “Once and Future King” emblem. Behind the emblem is the Canadian flag. The jacket has second piece of leather over the back and shoulders that creates a pauldron style effect. He turns the jacket around, so the front faces the camera. The pauldron comes down in a triangle that is broken in the center for the opening.::
“At Shockwave, David will not beat Goliath. Bellerophon still won’t reach the top of Mount Olympus. And you will not beat me. No goddess is going to come to your aid. There is no divine aid coming, or a flash of brilliance that will save you. You cannot escape the inevitable outcome of this match. You are going to lose Duke.”
::Travis slides the jacket on. The edge hangs down to his knees. He spreads his arms out and looks to see how the jacket looks on him. He looks upward, with an evil, predatory gaze in his eyes.::
“At Shockwave, as it was with Icarus, Phaëton and Bellerophon, you will reach too high Duke, only to crash and burn hard and painfully. You are a peasant challenging a king, and this king is ready to prove why he is a tyrant.”
::The scene fades out on the image of Travis, the sadistic smile and those predatory eyes of his, standing in his new entrance jacket::
::Inside the arena, the ring crew sets the stage. The pyrotechnics staff begins to rig up the displays of pyrotechnics that accompany many of the wrestlers. The sound crew runs through the various entrance themes and videos.::
::It is at the audio tech station where Kyle Travis is standing, talking to one of the technicians. The technician is shorter than Travis, slightly balding and dressed in pants and an ACW logo t-shirt. “The Canadian Legend” is wearing a pair of athletic pants and his new Optimus Maximus t-shirt.
“Yeah, let’s drop “Killing in the name of” and go back to “Kashmir”. It is probably a good idea to just forget that whole Plague fiasco.”
::The technician nods. Travis turns away from him and walks the corridors to the locker room area. He walks passed several people backstage as he walks. He finally ends up in his locker room and opens the door stepping inside.::
::The locker room is empty, except for several chairs and a TV monitor. His bag sits in a cubby. There is a large box in another cubby. His boots are seated in one of the chairs. Travis opens his bag and takes out tape and his pads. He places them on the same chair as his boots.::
“Are you so delusional that you truly believe you can win against me at Shockwave Duke?”
::He shakes his head a little bit as he sits down and takes off his sneakers.::
“Allow me to tell you a couple of stories of other people who aimed too high Duke.”
“Everyone knows the story of Icarus. His father, Daedalus, built the Labyrinth for Minos, the king of Crete, in which the king kept the Minotaur. Minos had Daedalus imprisoned in a tower.”
“With no other way of escape, the brilliant craftsman created wings for himself and his son from feathers and wax. He and Icarus flew from Crete. However, Icarus ignored the warnings of his father. He flew too close to the sun and plummeted to his death.”
::Taking his shoes off, Travis gets up and places them by his bag. He then pulls his pants off, revealing that he is wearing his wrestling trunks underneath. The trunks he has chosen for tonight are his regular “Canadian Legend” tights.::
“Another classic tale is of Phaëton.”
“Now he is either the demigod son of Apollo or Helios, depending upon version. He sought to prove his mother’s claim that he was the son of the sun god and gained an audience with his father. The god promised to greatn Phaëton one request to prove his parentage. Phaëton chose to drive his father’s chariot, the chariot of the sun.”
::Folding his pants, he places them on his bag.::
“This was a chariot of fire, driven by horses that breathed flame. Not even Zeus would dare drive it. But Phaëton would not listen.”
::He laughs a bit and sits back down. Dragging the chair with his pads, boots and tape over to him, he takes his knee pads and starts to slip them on.::
“Needless to say, it didn’t go well. That chariot became a flaming engine of destruction. The Earth burned or froze, rivers and seas started to dry up, cities and fields and forests where engulfed in flames. Finally, Zeus had no choice but to strike the child down with lighting in order to save the world.”
“But perhaps my favorite is the story of Bellerophon, the man who tamed Pegasus.”
“Yes, everyone gives credit to Perseus for riding Pegasus after defeating Medusa. That makes sense given certain aspects of the story. It also adds to that whole thing about Perseus being perhaps the only hero in Greek mythology whose story does not end tragically.”
::Travis shrugs and gets his kneepads on.::
“Bellerophon killed someone or something and was cleared by the king. The king’s wife took a fancy to the young man, but rejected her. She accused him of attempted rape. The king in turn sent the hero to his father-in-law’s. Now, it was a bad thing to kill a guest back then, a divine punishment as a result sort of thing. So he was sent to kill the Chimera, a beast with the head of a lion, a goat’s head coming out of its back and a serpent or a tail, with sharp claws and the ability to breath fire.”
“Now, in order to complete this quest, Bellerophon needed help. He managed to capture Pegasus with assistance of the goddess Athena. He killed the monster. Later, he bested the Amazons.”
::He smiles to himself as he starts to slide his elbow pads on.::
“Yet, Bellerophon grew arrogant. He felt that his victories, especially over the chimera, deserved recognition. In that arrogance, he flew upon Pegasus towards the top of Mount Olympus, the home of the gods. For his arrogance, Zeus, send flies to bite at Pegasus. The winged horse bucked the hero from his back and sent him crashing to earth, where he landed in a thorn bush.”
“Bellerophon, one greatest heroes before the days of Hercules, spend the rest of his life in misery as a grieving, blind, crippled hermit, hiding away from his fellow man until he finally died.”
“Much like those three individuals, you aim too high Duke Dice. You seek to challenge your better. You reach for the stars but you forget that the stars will burn you. You have forgotten your place Duke.”
::Travis adjusts his elbow pads, setting them in place. There are evil intentions in his eyes.::
“At Shockwave, I will remind you exactly where your place is when I throw you back down there. I will send you crashing back down to earth hard where you will just continue to wander aimlessly as a broken, pathetic, miserable loser. Although, I suppose you can take some comfort in the fact that nothing really changes for you. Before this match, you were a loser. You will still be a loser after this match.”
::Travis reaches over and begins to unlace his boots. Once completed, he slips his left on. In every action he has done so far, he has started with his left.::
“Time and time again Duke, I have said that I am the measuring stick the ACW uses for its rookies and new talents. Sooner or later, they all step up to face me. Some have managed to gain a win, yet they seem to vanish right after. Others have won and go one to bigger and better. But many have stepped up and I have knocked them down.”
“I talk a lot about potential, I admit that. People talk about potential a lot of the time in this business. Every new person who walks in has the potential to become someone. They have the potential to become a champion, to rise up and make a name in this business. It is like that old saying goes about how some people achieve greatness, others are destined for it and some are just born great. Those are the people who answer the door when opportunity knocks.”
::Travis finishes lacing his boots up. He gets to his feet and turns to the box in the cubby. As he does so, Travis pulls off his shirt and tosses it on top of his travel bag and pants.::
“You will not achieve greatness. You are not destined for greatness and you definitely were not born great, Duke. When opportunity came knocking, Duke, not only did you not answer the door, but you ran and hid. Now you seek to challenge your better? You know this will only end badly.”
::The sound of tape and plastic being ripped and opened can be heard as Travis opens the package.::
“You have no potential Duke. You have no future here in the ACW except as a loser. That is all you are. That is all you ever will be.”
::The man known as “the Once and Future King” and “the Canadian Legend” turns back to the camera. He is holding a black leather jacket in his hands looking at it, studying it. One the back is a gold crown with a European style broadsword sticking through the center of the crown, his “Once and Future King” emblem. Behind the emblem is the Canadian flag. The jacket has second piece of leather over the back and shoulders that creates a pauldron style effect. He turns the jacket around, so the front faces the camera. The pauldron comes down in a triangle that is broken in the center for the opening.::
“At Shockwave, David will not beat Goliath. Bellerophon still won’t reach the top of Mount Olympus. And you will not beat me. No goddess is going to come to your aid. There is no divine aid coming, or a flash of brilliance that will save you. You cannot escape the inevitable outcome of this match. You are going to lose Duke.”
::Travis slides the jacket on. The edge hangs down to his knees. He spreads his arms out and looks to see how the jacket looks on him. He looks upward, with an evil, predatory gaze in his eyes.::
“At Shockwave, as it was with Icarus, Phaëton and Bellerophon, you will reach too high Duke, only to crash and burn hard and painfully. You are a peasant challenging a king, and this king is ready to prove why he is a tyrant.”
::The scene fades out on the image of Travis, the sadistic smile and those predatory eyes of his, standing in his new entrance jacket::
