EXT - HOTEL - NIGHTIt is a cool night in Arizona as the sun was beginning to go down. The summer sun is still beaming through the sky. Travis is sitting on a wooden bench just outside of the hotel.
TRAVIS NATHANIEL ANDREWSArizona is a nice state when it isn't so fucking hot. I still can't fathom how people still have no respect for me. For three years, I have sacrificed everything for this company only to have some washed up loser who disappears every time he wins a championship. While I continue to bust my ass for nothing. Well, I am done trying to earn respect because I will just take the respect after wiping the floor with everyone who gets in my way.Travis stands up off the bench and fixes his grey button down shirt. He looks from side to side before taking a few steps toward the sidewalk.
TRAVIS NATHANIEL ANDREWSIf I had known that my return to glory was going to happen on Climax Control 182 then I would want to rip the heart out of all the fans who come to the show. The fans themselves are just penniless hacks who do nothing but spend hundreds of dollars to watch less talented fucks trying to engage in fanfare. They don't understand why trusting you shits are the worst possible decision anyone can make. I tried that and it got me no where. The moment they turned their back on me is when I realized I'm better without them. Now I am one of the premier talents in Sin City Wrestling all because I work by myself.A sharp smile appears on his face as he thinks about his opponents on Climax Control 182.
TRAVIS NATHANIEL ANDREWSAs I talk about working on my own, I can't help to think about that sorry piece of shit who somehow has managed to sneak himself into every title match or title opportunity ever since Blaze of Glory. Tell me Steve, how many times are you going to receive title opportunities only to blow them the minute you are granted them. You must have interesting conversations at dinner with your whore of a lover. She must get tired of coming home to a loser every night but that would mean she has a brain inside that head of hers. Seeing she hasn't left you yet proves she has no brain at all.
Now that we will face each other again, your chances of getting another title opportunity will be blown apart. I am not going to waste valuable assets just to see you squander them all with very little success. You can play all the porn roles you want but come Sunday the only role you'll be playing will be the one looking up at the stars as I'm walking away with a win.Travis is about to continue when his phone vibrates in his pocket.
TRAVIS NATHANIEL ANDREWSsighs Who in the fuck is calling me at this hour?Travis reaches into his pocket and pulls out his cell phone. He glances down at the screen as another sigh escapes from his voice.
TRAVIS NATHANIEL ANDREWSWhat does this idiot want?Travis says to himself while thinking about pressing the don't answer button. He continues to wait until a hand takes the phone out of his hand and places it against her face.
UREKA SINSHUEYou have exactly five minutes to speak before I disembowel your intestines.A sick smirk appears on Travis' face as Ureka walks off with his phone.
TRAVIS NATHANIEL ANDREWSNow that is a woman boys and girls. She isn't like that wanna be actress that Steve Ramone pays to be his whatever he calls her these days. You see I'm not walking into this match half cocked like you both will be doing. I know Ryan Keys will come into this match with both barrels ready to unload but he will end up shooting straight blanks. The same goes for you Steve. Your fearless shot only works if your target is groggy but since I'm coming with a full head of steam. Both of your shots will just graze me. This Sunday will by MY night to prove to the world that I am MR. SCW and this match is only the beginning. I tried to tell all of you that I'm not the same Travis. I proved it once against Ryan Keys. Now I will do it again.Ureka walks back into the picture as she gives Travis his phone.
UREKA SINSHUEThat bitch's influence was stronger than you realized Travis.Travis grunts while running his fingers through his hair.
TRAVIS NATHANIEL ANDREWSI'll deal with that piece of shit later. Right now, I need to focus on these two nitwits.Ureka nods her head while standing with her right leg sticking out a bit.
UREKA SINSHUEAre you still hung up on those two dweebs? You and I both know they can't hold a candle to you. Steve needs outside help just to win matches and Ryan is too busy worrying about his looks. If this company gave a damn about you then they would name you #1 contender already. After all you still have a rematch clause that has never been used.Travis chuckles while looking at Ureka.
TRAVIS NATHANIEL ANDREWSI thought I had this on lock but Christian has got his head so far up Steve's ass it's not even funny. I mean didn't Steve just have a title shot. So why in the hell is he even placed in this match. The same could be said about Ryan Keys since I knocked him on his ass two weeks ago. Everyone likes to write me off but I just prove them wrong. They did the same thing when I faced Chris Shipman and what happened. I made him tap out twice. Steve Ramone can't wrestle. Ryan Keys isn't even on my level. I am the best this company has and I don't even need a championship. So Steve and Ryan can bring every letter of the alphabet they can muster but it won't even matter. Why? Because I'm coming with a game that doesn't need a letter. My game is top notch and these two are just stepping stones. If you two fuck faces have a hard time comprehending that then I have a few phrases for you to remember. Build a fucking bridge, cry me a fucking river and......Ureka places a finger on Travis' lips.
UREKA SINSHUEDeal with it.Travis just smirks as he starts to head back towards the hotel. Ureka joins him as the scene slowly fades to black.
