The night air was cool as Ruby Rose was standing out on the balcony in her dark wash jean shorts and flowery blouse. Her long red hair was tied up in a ponytail as she looked down at the people walking along the sidewalk. It had been days since she last spoke to her boyfriend Travis, who was currently on a business trip in Guam. She was moving some stuff into his penthouse suite while he was away. They had discussed her moving into his place but was waiting for Lilly’s approval. As Ruby is standing on the balcony, her phone vibrates inside her pocket. She quickly reaches into it and pulls out her phone. Her face lights up as Travis’ face is flashing on her phone screen. She swipes it open while placing her phone up to her ear.

“It’s about time you called. I was beginning to think you were through with me,” she says through the mouthpiece while turning her body so her back was leaning against the railing.

“I am sorry for not calling sooner babe. I’ve been in meeting after meeting with my hotel manager. The guy is fifteen cards shy of a full deck and I’m getting to close to strangling him,” responds Travis as he is standing outside of one of his hotels located in Dededo, Guam. The sun was beaming down as Travis was wearing one of his most expensive business suits.

“It’s really quiet without you. When you coming home,” she asks while grabbing a few strands of hair and twirling it around her finger.

“Hopefully soon,” he answers while getting a signal from Ralph that the meeting is resuming. “Honey, I have to go but I will call you when I’m back in the air.”

Before Ruby could reply to Travis’ comment, the phone clicks off as she pulls her phone down from her ear. Sandra, Travis’ little sister, is standing just inside the door of Travis’s master bedroom as she peeks at Ruby. “Is everything alright Sandra?” asks Ruby as her eyes finally catch a glimpse at Sandra staring at her.

“Yes, everything is just fine Ruby. I’m just happy my brother found an amazing girl like yourself. He has been so miserable in the female department,” answers Sandra as she steps a little further into the room. A smile forms on the face of Ruby as she is liking Travis’s little sister.

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Isn’t it funny how much a year can change one’s career? Last year, I wasn’t even on the Blaze of Glory card. I was relegated to some small appearance that didn’t mean much in the grand scheme of things. After all my battles with Goth, Lord Raab and Casey Williams, I finally made it. I finally get to create my very own Blaze of Glory moment. What a better way to do it then in the main event. Now I know what most of you are probably thinking, how confident am I heading into this match? If you were to ask an outsider, then they will write me off because of my past shortcomings. They would say that J2H and Connor Murphy are bonafide superstars while I am just a pretend superstar.

Those are some keen observations but there are gleaming holes in your predictions. First off, Connor Murphy has never beat me in a match. The last match we were involved in that was about pins and losses. It was a tag team match where he teamed with Jeremiah Hardin and I was paired off with Goth. Connor do you remember the outcome of that match? Oh you don’t then let me jog your memory. The outcome was me pinning Jeremiah in the middle of the ring while you were picking yourself up off the floor. So there goes your beating me remarks. You have never beat me. The same could be said with J2H. He claims to have beaten everyone on the roster but let’s go back to My Bloody Valentine. He never beat me. Since I was never entered into the gauntlet match. Which means J2H is fabricating his win loss record as a champion.

That is really sad when you think about it. Why must a champion fabricate his reign? Are you really that insecure about your wrestling ability? I mean after you won the belt you were contemplating dropping said championship. What kind of champion would want to do that? Since winning the championship, you have gone to great links to make an ass out of yourself. I commend you on being a fighting champion but are you really that stupid. You stand on your pedestal believing that no one can knock you off.

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The meeting was running longer than anticipated as Travis steps out of the hotel. He places on hand on his forehead while looking at Ralph. He can’t believe how incompetent his employees are when it comes to business.

“What are we going to do?” asks Ralph as he reaches into his jacket and pulls out a cigarette.

“I don’t know Ralph. We could cut our losses but we would lose this great island,” answers Travis as he takes the pack of cigarettes out of Ralph’s hand. He slams the pack several times into the palm of his hand before taking a cigarette out. He places it into his mouth and pulls out his lighter.

“Do you think Ruby could do a better job with handling your management team?” asks Ralph as he takes a few puffs of his cigarette.

“That’s actually a good idea Ralph but I would have to run it by her first. She is still recovering from her neck injury,” answers Travis as he takes a drag on his cigarette.

Both men blow a few smoke rings into the air when Travis’s phone vibrates in his pocket. He pulls it out and sees a text message sent from Ruby.

“I can’t wait to see you. I have a present for you when you get home.”

A quick grin forms on his face as Ralph takes a peek at the message. He chuckles while looking at Travis.

“You are one lucky son of a gun,” he declares while patting Travis on the back.

“Tell me something that I don’t know Ralph. Do you think you can finish up here? I have a plane to catch,” suggests Travis as he takes another drag of his cigarette.

“Yeah, I can handle things here Travis,” replies Ralph as Travis turns toward the large limousine waiting for him. Travis walks toward it and gets into the back while pulling out his cell phone.

“I’m coming home,” he texts Ruby as the limousine pulls away from his hotel while heading for the airport.

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Remember when I said someone must knock you off that pedestal you have placed yourself on J2H. I believe you are lighting a fire that you have no real clue on how to keep it from spreading. You call me a jobber. You call me a delusional fool. It would appear that you forgot one thing. You forgot smart. You forgot intelligent. Listening to you ramble on about you showing me pity will do nothing to protect you.

In case you haven’t been around this won’t be the first time I main evented a show here in SCW. It might be my first Main Event on a supershow but there is something you don’t know about me J2H. When I put my mind into something then it will happen. Let’s take this match at Blaze of Glory for example. You have made it abundantly clear that I don’t “belong” in this match but I like to think differently about it. I believe I do belong in this match despite what others might think. Because if I gave a fuck about what people thought then I would have retired a long time ago. Seeing that I am still performing at a higher level proves that I still have a lot more in the tank.

You were quick to mention my many different theme songs but it’s obvious you didn’t count all of my championships. I actually have over 140 championships to my name. Most of them being world championships among five companies. I only mentioned three in my biography but let’s be honest for minute. You said this was your third championship. Interesting because no one really remembers your first two championship reigns. However you have no problem treating me like an outsider.

That is just fine J2H. You can play those games if you want just don’t go crying to Simpson after I smash your face in with my boot. I really don’t think you watch my matches because you would know that I’m a technical wrestler. Which is something you know nothing about since you rely on shorthanded tactics. Tell me J2H, how far are you going to play these charades? We both know you challenged the entire roster because in your mind no one was worthy enough to face you for that belt. When I answered your challenge, you thought i was joking. I bet a lot of people thought I was pulling your leg but that’s where being a veteran of this business gives me the edge.

I knew you would play the pity card. I mean how many has done that before but only to fall flat on their face. Take my battles with Goth for example. Yes, he did beat me but were they easy victories. No. He had to work for them and in the end. He didn’t leave feeling like a champion. That is what awaits you at Blaze of Glory J2H. The fire and passion that resonates inside me. That spotlight will remain mine as long as I am around and trust me J2H. Even if I do lose, you will not get rid of me that easily. I am like a thorn you just can’t pull out. There is a reason the people hate me. It’s not because of my “lack” of skill. It’s because I don’t hide who I am on a daily basis. How many times have you hid your true self J2H?

How many masks did you wear before winning the World Championship? You enjoyed being loved by the fans. Tell me J2H, how did it feel being Brother Grimm’s bitch? I bet it felt good huh. It’s got to suck knowing you couldn’t pull out many victories over him. However my one match with him turned out to be a win. That’s gotta sting. Knowing that I wiped your tormentor like a government mule. If I can do that then I’m sure you will get the same treatment. If you think I’m going to let this opportunity slip through my fingers then you really need to get your nose out of your ass.

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The airport was crowded with people catching connecting flights and getting off flights. Ruby Rose was standing in the airport waiting to see the plane carrying her man touch down. She is beginning to pace back and forth as Vicki is sitting down.

“Where is he?” asks Ruby as she rubs her hands together. It’s been a couple of days since she had seen him.

“Calm down Ruby, I am sure Trav will be here soon,” assures Vicki as she crosses her left leg over her right.

“I hope so,” replies Ruby as a hint of worry comes through her voice. As Ruby continues to pace back and forth, a plane finally touches down as she twirls around to see it. A smile comes across her face as Vicki sits up in her chair.

“You sure did perk up,” comments Vicki as she glances over at Ruby who is walking towards the large glass windows. Her red hair is draped over her shoulder while grabbing two strands of it. She slowly begins to twirl it as the plane begins to deboard its passengers.

The doors swing open as passenger after passenger step off the plane. Ruby takes a quick look over the group of passengers before noticing another plane touching down on the runway. An airport attendant walks up behind her.

“Excuse me, are you Ms. Ruby Rose?” asks the attendant.

“Yes,” she answers while tilting her head to the side.

“Will come with me please,” ushers the attendant while pointing towards a door which leads outside. Without saying a word, Ruby follows the attendant with Vicki right beside her. The attendant leads them down a steep stairwell as Ruby grabs onto the railing. They make it down the stairs as the plane that just landed has just stopped rolling.

“What is going on?” asks a curious Ruby while walking across the asphalt in her high heel boots.

Before the attendant could answer, the plane doors open as a staircase unfolds from the underbelly. Ruby darts her eyes side to side as a man wearing an Armani suit steps out onto the top step. She lets out a high shriek while quickly throwing her arms around Vicki’s neck.

“Man, it’s great being home,” says Travis as he slowly makes his way down the stairs with Shawna right behind him. Right as his feet touch the ground, his eyes float over the crowd until they land on Ruby. He starts to walk towards her while she is running towards him.

Vicki and Shawna look on as Ruby leaps into Travis’s arms and attacking his lips with several kisses. “Did somebody miss me?” asks Travis while placing his girl back down onto her feet.

“You know I did babe. How was the meeting?” she asks while grabbing a hold of his hand.

“It was just too long and I had other important things to deal with,” answers Travis as they make their way back towards Victoria. She hugs her brother while smiling as well.

“It’s a good thing you came home Trav. I don’t know how long Ruby was going to last spending another lonely night in your bed,” replies Victoria. Ruby giggles a little as Travis playfully shakes his head at his sister.

“Mark Ward called while you were in Guam,” states Ruby as they walk up the steps.

“Oh, what did he want?” asks Travis as the attendant leads them through a private sector so the paparazzi doesn’t spot them.

“He wanted to know how prepared you were for that big match at Blaze of Glory. Babe, I really do hope you shut Connor and J2H up,” answers Ruby as they make it out of the airport. They are standing out front waiting for the limousine to pull up. As they are waiting, multiple camera crews spot the couple and comes running at them.

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I really hope all that smoking is worth it Connor. Seriously, where do you get off saying you have beaten me? History will say that you haven’t beaten me. In fact you have been in the same boat as me. When it comes to getting title matches, we both fail when it matters most. I admit it but that was then. This is now. I know for a fact that with you being in this match that anything can happen here in SCW.
J2H was the one who made the open challenge. He was the one who claimed that he could beat anyone on the roster. It’s not my fault that you aren’t willing to follow through with your plans. Everyone can hate me and that’s just fine with me. I never claimed to be the most liked person on the roster. In fact, I can careless what you assholes say about me. I know what I can do in that ring and it’s about fucking time that I was given this opportunity to finally showcase why I am the must see superstar in SCW.

Before you made your return last summer, I was the one who carried this entire company on my shoulder. I headlined several Climax Controls and had high profile matches. I was a champion without a belt. I was the no limit soldier. I fought anyone and everyone. I didn’t care whether or not they were going to be on my Christmas card list. All I cared about was keeping my spotlight. That’s what this is all about isn’t it J2H. It’s not about you showing pity. It’s about me being the bigger star than you could ever dream of becoming. Think about it, when was the last time you were asked to appear on several award shows. When did you get contacted to appear on television. Yeah, I thought so.

Is that really the kind of champion this company deserves? You are still a little boy J2H. You are letting the success of one match get to your head. Eventually, your world is going to come crumbling down around you and I will be there to witness it first hand. Mainly because it will be by my hand. I am not hiding who I am. I know that I have what it takes to be the best champion here in SCW.

Since you like talking about clowns then maybe you could pick up a shift at the clown store. I hear they love little boys who still need a babysitter. I mean that is what Simpson does for you right. At least Shawna has her own life. You want to poke at me but yet you are just like me. You are a spoiled brat who needs to be taught a major lesson in respect.

Am I quiet now? Am I biting off more than I can chew? I don’t think so boys. Why? Because for once I am doing things my way. I am done trying to live up to the standards you place on me. J2H and Connor Murphy can think that I’m some sort of joke all they want. In the end, I will still be the one walking out of Blaze of Glory with the SCW World Championship. You both had your time in the sun. There is a new era coming to the SCW. It’s an era that is all about attitude.

That is what I truly bring to this match. I bring the intensity. I bring the experience. I bring the will to win. I bring the heart of a gladiator. I will pull out all the stops just to prove every single person wrong. You might believe that I don’t belong in this match but by the end of the night. It won’t even matter because I will be your new World Champion.

You don’t have to like it. Hell you don’t have to watch but you will have to DEAL WITH IT.

 
Attention, the following contains strong language, alcohol and possibly an act of graphic violence. Viewer Discretion is advised. TV-MA

<p align=right>February 22, 2016
Location: Long Beach, California

had just finished as Travis Nathaniel Andrews can be seen walking out of the arena. Shawna Jennings is waiting outside with the black limousine as she gives him a smirk. Travis wasn't the happiest of moods as he gets inside the limo without giving her much eye contact. It was visibly clear that he was upset with his performance as he sits close to the other door. He places his elbow on the door while resting his chin in the palm of his hand.

"I am sorry boss," exclaims Shawna as she picks up a bottle of Johnnie Walker and begins to pour Travis a glass.

"Don't fucking mention that sham of a tragedy. There is no way in hell that village person reject should be walking around with MY championship. Do you fucking hear me?" replies Travis as he slams his fist into the side of the limousine.

"Here," she says while offering him a glass of his favorite scotch. Travis leans forward and takes the drink into his hand. He gives Shawna a look before sitting back in his seat.

"I don't care what it takes, I want another fucking shot at the Roulette Championship," he torts while taking a sip of his scotch.

"Boss, shouldn't you be focusing on your current situation? I mean Drake Green is out and I just found out that Sean Jackson left. What happens to The New Supremacy?" asks Shawna with a plague of worry behind each word.

Travis shakes his head while looking out the window. "I don't know. I'm not worried about something out of my control. I will continue doing what I do best. Now let's stop talking about Sin City Wrestling for the time being. Did you make contact with him?" asks Travis while rubbing his forehead.

"We did but the signal was very weak. I will try it again when we are home. Sir, your sisters miss you badly," answers Shawna as she shows some concern toward Travis.

Travis takes a few more sips of his scotch while looking back at Shawna. "Can you at least explain to me why I haven't heard a fucking thing from Charles in months? Does he still work for me?" he asks while placing his glass down in front of him.

Shawna nods her head while picking up her clipboard and glancing down at it. "Yes, he still works of us but there is something you should know," she answers by lifting her head back up.

"What should I know?" he asks while raising his eyebrow.

"He wants a raise and time off," answers Shawna as she drops her eyes back down onto the clipboard.

Travis scoffs a bit while leaning back in his seat. "He wants a fucking raise huh. Has he finished the tasks I laid out for him? Did he finally get the good people of Samoa to agree to my motherfucking terms?" asks Travis as he was getting livid.

"I don't know if he has or not. It's still up in the air whether he is in on our side or working against us," answers Shawna as she is busy jotting something down.

Travis moves his right hand over his eyes and begins to rub his forehead.

"Call Jorge, tell him to get the jet ready. I'm in dire need of a vacation away from people," he says while rubbing his head some more.

Shawna doesn't say another word as she picks her cell phone up. She dials the number and places it to her ear.

<p align=right>February 29, 2016
Location: Las Vegas, Nevada

After spending an entire week in New Zealand with no contact to the outside world, Travis is sitting inside his office looking over some stuff. As he is sitting at his desk, he notices an email sitting in his inbox. He clicks on it and nearly blows a gasket.

Christian can't be fucking serious? Does he really expect me to work with her? Out of all the bombshells on the freaking roster, he puts her next to me. To say that I'm thrilled about this is would be a gross understatement but make no mistake about it. I will continue on to the second round. Last year, I did just that with the green Melody Grace. Why would this year be any different?

I know, she is a former multi time champion in the bombshell division. I know she can handle her own against that fucked up woman in Keira. I just hope she is ready to take on the responsibility of carrying her own weight. I'm not going to carry her ass like I did with Old Skool. She will need to take the bitch on and make it stick.

Travis pushes himself away from the desk while standing up to his feet. His khaki pants blow from the fan as his white shirt is buttoned up and tucked inside his pants. He reaches his hand out toward his bottle of Smirnoff as pours some Vodka into a glass.

Before I get to talking about Keira's decision to not help her wife, let me address the elephant in the room. That elephant being the mystery man. Now, I don't know what you are thinking but it will not bode well for you. Yes it is true that I know nothing about you and you will know everything about me. It's that kind of thing that intrigues me in this match. Last year, I was the one making my debut and trust me it wasn't a difficult one. I knew that my work was going to be cut out for me.

Now this year, I am expecting to move further even if my partner doesn't trust me. I could careless because at the end of the day. It's all about what I do in that ring. It's about proving in that ring that I'm not a fucking joke. Yes, I lost at My Bloody Valentine but that was three weeks ago. I had time to process it and now I will work my way back into contention.

Even if it means bashing the brain in on some mystery jack off who should have stayed home. Christian will have to pay you more just for participating but then will have to set up that hospital room for afterwards. Since the New Supremacy is sort of on the cuffs of being forgotten. I plan on taking what I learned from Sean Jackson and Drake Green and continue with my own legacy. For two long, I have allowed myself to share the fucking spotlight with everyone. When in reality, the spotlight belongs on me.

Yes, I will once again get the spotlight back and after this BFTP tournament is over. J2H will need to have eyes on the back of his head. Because The Must See Superstar will becoming for gold sooner than later. So mystery dude, please take a fucking hint and don't show the fuck up.

Travis takes a brief pause in order to catch his breath while grabbing a bottle of sprite. He twists the cap off and pours some of it into the same glass with the vodka. He puts the sprite to the side and picks the glass up. He takes a sip while having a smirk on his face.

Keira, Keira, Keira, where should I start with you? I could talk about your god awful taste in clothing but that might be sound like a compliment. I could talk about how you are conveniently absent whenever Roxi gets attacked by Twisted Sister. Then again, you might go flying off the radar telling to me go fuck myself.

That seems to be your motive as of late. When someone says something you don't tend to like, you blow up like an angry chipmunk who can't find his nuts. I know we aren't going to get physical with each other due to the nature of this match. I wouldn't want to touch you anyway. I mean that would be fucked up on my part.  

Sure you aren't bad on the eyes but I could say the same thing about the drink in my hand. What Roxi sees in you is the real mystery? I mean she is a superhero and you are just a lowly sidekick. Can you even trust your partner? I bet you don't even know his name. I bet you don't even know what he looks like. He could be a fucking midget for all we know.

I'll let Jessie deal with you. I'm sure Jessie can turn your ass inside out. Even if she doesn't possess the physical attributes that you have Keira. Jessie is still better partner than you.

He scoffs a little while walking over towards his trophy case. A noticeably loud sigh escapes from him as he takes another sip of his drink.

Eureka, California is the location for my return to dominance. Climax Control is the show to finally prove that I belong in this damn business. All the naysayers can go shut the fuck up because I aim to shock the world.

Mark Ward wasn't lying when I coined me the future of this company. He is smarter than you all give him credit. You see out of all the sad sacks on the roster. He chose me to be a member of The New Supremacy and it's that notion that will make me continue the path we began. Sean Jackson has left but I will continue to fight. I will continue to be the thorn in everyone's side. If you hate then I'm doing my job right. I don't give two squirrels fucking what you assholes say about me. Just know that from this moment forward, that spotlight will once again be mine.

I don't care how it happens. Just know that Climax Control 141 is the night you all witness the Supremacy of One. If you don't like that well then you can just DEAL WITH IT.

His phone vibrates inside his pocket as he quickly pulls it out. He looks at the caller id and smiles.

Now, if you don't mind. I must take this phone call.

A smile generates on his face as he walks out of the room

 

<p align=right>Problems in Sri Lanka?
Off Camera
January 12, 2016

It was close to 7 O’clock in the morning when Travis’s phone started to go off. He was trying to rest up after the hellacious match he was involved in this past Climax Control. He rolls over toward his nightstand and tilts his phone up towards him. He reads the name on the I.D. and picks the phone up. He slides the bar toward answer as he places it up to his ear. “This better be a fucking emergency,” warns Travis as he sits up in his bed. “We are so sorry boss. We have a situation here in Sri Lanka,” replies Gerald as he is watching footage of an employee running out with the cash box. “What kind of situation?” asks Travis as he sits up in bed. His body glistening from sweat after a night of hot passion. As Travis waits for a response, he turns head to see a beautiful woman lying next to him. Travis doesn’t know her name but he knows she’s got a lot of explaining to do. “Boss, Ryan stole the cash box,” answers Gerald. “He WHAT?” shouts Travis as the sharp tone in his voice startles the woman. She gives a quick yawn while lifting her arms high above her head. “What’s with the racket?” asks the woman as Travis looks at her. He pulls the phone from his ear while mouthing, “Who are you?” towards her. She just smiles while sitting up in the bed.

Travis shrugs his shoulders while placing the phone back onto his ear. “Ryan stole the cash box. I don’t know when he did but boss the Sri Lanka police wants to put out an alert,” responds Gerald as Travis places his feet on the floor. “Gerald tell them not to do anything til you hear from me alright. I’m on my way,” says Travis. “Boss, don’t you have that match with Goth,” retorts Gerald. “For once, I am not worried about that overgrown Halloween reject. This is more important,” says Travis as he walks over toward his closet. “Are you sure boss?” asks Gerald. “Don’t make me fire your ass Gerald,” answers Travis. “I will tell them to wait,” says Gerald as he hangs up the phone.

Travis looks at his phone while throwing it onto the bed. “What was that all about?” asks the woman who is leaning against the door frame. Travis turns his head and notices this chick is wearing his t-shirt. “Who are you?” he asks while looking at her. “My name is Jaina Hudson. I am a huge fan of your work,” she answers while shooting him a smile. Travis’s eyes go wide as he finishes putting his pants on his lower half. “Where are you going?” she asks while watching him intently. “I’m going to Sri Lanka for a few days. Why?” he asked her while pulling his white shirt off the hanger. He walks back into his bedroom and over towards the drawer. “Can I come with you?” asks Jaina. “I guess but this is going to be a trip based strictly on business,” he says while opening the drawer. He isn’t even paying her any attention as she pulls off his t-shirt. Her bare breasts are in clear view but he doesn’t seem to care.

Travis pulls out a white tank top and puts it on. He slips on his shirt while turning around to see Jaina already dressed in black skinny jeans, a skimpy top and high heel boots. He shakes his head while moving back towards his closet. “Shawna!” he shouts as she comes running into the bedroom. Surprisingly she is already wearing her usual attire while holding her trusty clipboard. “You rang boss,” she says while picking her pen. “Shawna, I need to call Ralph. Tell him to meet me at the airport. Also get a hold of Frank Kill. He and I are going to need to have a chat soon,” orders Travis while sifting through his tie collection. “Ralph is already waiting for you and I will give Frank a call. Why we going back to Sri Lanka?” asks Shawna. Travis finally finds the perfect tie and puts it around his neck. He walks out after tying it and looks at Shawna. “Gerald called me practically panicking about Ryan,” answers Travis as Jaina fixes the tie. He shows a smile toward his number one fan. Shawna smiled while hoping this one sticks around this time. Travis picks up his jacket and flings it onto his shoulders. “Let’s hope nothing bad happened,” suggest Shawna as they walk out of the bedroom. Travis’s sisters are standing in the living room. Both of them are wearing their pajamas. Travis sees them but doesn’t say a word. Sandra looks to say something but Victoria pulls her back. Victoria knows something is wrong when Travis doesn’t acknowledge them.

A dark limo pulls up in front of the house as Shawna motions for the driver to stay inside the car. Travis opens the door and lets both girls into the limo. He gets inside the limo and knocks on the middle window. “Step on it,” he orders while sitting back. The driver peels out of his driveway while nearly cutting people off. Travis didn’t care about anyone else at this moment. “Travis, what are you going to do about Goth?” asks Shawna as Jaina cozies up close to Travis. Travis leans up in his seat and bangs on the glass again. “Pull this thing over,” he orders the driver. “Boss, you have a plane to,” Shawna reminds Travis. “I know but I got something that needs to be done first,” he tells her while motioning for the driver to pull over. His phone starts going off as Ruby Rose’s picture comes across the screen. He swipes it and places it up to his ear. “Hey Ruby,” he says while waiting for the driver to pull over.

“Hey Trav, I just wanted to wish you luck in your match. I really hope you shut that toad breath up for good. It will be nice to see you on the winner’s side for a change,” giggles Ruby as Travis listens. “After the last time we fought, I am sure he’s got no idea what is about to come at him this time around,” replies Travis. “I gotta get going. I just wanted to call you and wish you good luck,” she replies before hanging up. Jaina doesn’t seem to thrilled about another girl talking to Travis as she snuggles up against him.

<p align=right>Unfinished Business
On Camera

He shakes his head as the limo pulls onto some service road. Travis waits for the engine to cut off before getting out of the car. He pops the trunk open while pulling out a large black case. Travis places the case down onto the ground as Shawna and Jaina are standing off to the side. Travis opens the case as a beautiful video camera is sitting inside it. He pulls it out as his driver sets up the tripod. They place the camera on the tripod and get it balanced. While waiting for the camera to be white balanced, Travis looks at Shawna. “Did you call Ralph?” he asked her. “Yes, he is keeping the pilot company. I still don’t know why we stopped,” wonders Shawna as she shivers. The driver motions for Travis that the camera was ready. “We stopped because I have unfinished business,” replied Travis as he steps into the picture. The driver sets up the shot as he puts the camera on lock. Travis takes a deep breath while catching a glimpse of Jaina Hudson. He still has no idea about her but smirks. He turns his attention toward the camera.

“Goth, Goth, Goth, how many times must we do the same song and dance huh? How many times are you going to keep calling me a whining bitch? When the only person whining these days are you? I mean do you even listen to the words coming out of that mouth of yours. You kept crying about what I did at December 2 Dismember. You know that old saying, Payback’s a bitch. That’s what I plan on giving you this upcoming Climax Control. I don’t give a fuck about the past these days. I mean let’s face it the only who actually remembers things the right way is me. I mean The Monstimals can’t do anything with holding each other’s hand. Last time I checked Goth, no one held my hand when I defeated Brother Grimm. No one held my hand when I carried your painted ass in our only tag team match together. So I have no idea what you are talking about Goth but who really does these days,”

Travis takes a minute to catch his breath while removing his jacket. He places it on top of the trunk while keeping direct eye contact with the camera.

“I admit Goth you pulled one over on me. Kudos to you but you know what that did though. It pissed me the fuck off and now I just want to rip your nutsack off. I really hope your wife is standing at ringside because she will be the first one to witness your demise live on television. I keep asking myself, Is Goth really a man? Or is he an imitation of one? I mean just look at you Goth. You dress like it’s freaking Halloween. You hang around with two ground crybabies who do nothing but whine about stupid shit. Tell me Goth, how does it feel being a paid babysister? Do you get half of their paychecks? Do you offer them a sugar tit? I will never give up on my New Supremacy teammates but Goth don’t count me out. You still have to deal with my superior in ring ability. It doesn’t take much talent to swing a freaking steel chair or some kind of weapon. However, can you survive being tossed around like a ragdoll? I do believe that’s what happened the last time. You found out that I was a superior talent and couldn’t handle it. You can couldn’t take being the one on his back. We both know you are a bitch but come Climax Control. I make you my bitch,”

Jaina decides to join Travis in the shot as she places an arm around his waist. She turns her attention toward the camera.

“Goth, I heard your mouth run for far too long. It’s time someone taught you a lesson in respect. It’s time someone placed your ass in the retirement home. It’s time for the real man to take control of Climax Control. That man being Travis Nathaniel Andrews,”

Travis smirks again while looking at the camera.

“Before you get any bright ideas Goth, I didn’t pay her to say that. Those were from her own mouth and her own mind. Something you know nothing about since you pay people to kiss your ass. How many actors did you pay off too portray my first trainer and Ralph? First off Ralph doesn’t appear on Climax Control unless I ask him too. Second of all, Frank Kill passed away three years ago. So nice to know you didn’t think that one through. As for you being inside my head, get real bro. It’s called acting something you need to get better at to be honest. You see neither Sean nor myself are going to let some washed up has been get inside our head. Speaking of Sean, he mentioned a $5000 target placed on your head. Now, I don’t need that kind of money but I am going to be one who answers the call. I will be the one who takes your head completely off. Yes, the New Supremacy is down in numbers but we aren’t out. Sean Jackson is still a champion and I know my name is being tossed around for one of the two vacant championships. So enjoy your freedom while you can Goth because I am to have you locked away for a long time,”

Jaina reaches up and kisses his cheek as Travis slowly smiles.

“So I have to win championships here in SCW in order to be considered a success. Last time I checked, since I have a trophy case filled with championships then I would consider myself to be pretty successful. Yes, I have yet to hold gold here in Sin City Wrestling but like you said Goth. This is 2016. It’s a new year. Which means, it will be the year Mr. TNA becomes a champion. Before I can do that I must blow right through you. I must put you out of your misery. To answer your question Goth, I didn’t forget my background. I don’t rely on it like your pal Raab. I am a decent of those great nations but trust me Goth. I am a real red blooded American male and dammit I will prove to you that I can be nasty. I will dig way down deep and pull out that sick son of a bitch for one night. I hope you are happy Goth because I’m going to make you remember the name of TRAVIS NATHANIEL ANDREWS. Goth, you don’t have to like it. You just have to DEAL WITH IT,”

Before Travis can sign off, his phone rings again. He lifts it up and sees Julliett Brooks’ picture on his phone. He swipes it puts the phone up to his ear. “Hey Julliett” he says while staying in the camera shot. “Hi Trav, I just wanted to call and wish you good luck in your match. I will be watching you take that wanna be Goth down a peg or two,” she quickly says before hanging up. Travis smirks while throwing his arm around Jaina. She smiles as he motions toward his driver.

“Cut it,” he demands while giving him the signal. The camera cuts off as the screen goes black.

 


It hasn't even been 24 hours since Travis made his announcement of being the first person to fight in the trenches. On the surface, he could be in this war to help Sin City Wrestling rid it's halls of a vicious cancer that is about to rise through the cracks. However, the only person Travis is looking out for is himself. The funny thing is Mark Ward knows this and is ready to let the newly christened Mr. SCW take up the leadership role. With this new development, the producers for all of the talk shows back in the US as well as in Cuba were in constant contact with him through Shawna Jennings. As she is busy setting up potential television talk show appearances, Travis is sitting on a brown leather couch located in his own entertainment suite. This room has a 72" flat screen television that is mounted up on the wall with some random television show playing on the screen.  

{Travis Nathaniel Andrews}
Damn, it is so great being me right now. I can't tell you how many people are vying to have my face on their show. I mean, how can they pass up on the opportunity to interview the next Roulette Champion. Just the sound of that is like music to my very own ears.

You would think Travis was alone in a room this size but sitting in the recliner next to the couch is his best friend Ralph Lorenzo. Now, it's been a while since Ralph hasn't been seen on SCW television since his involvement on Climax Control episode number 123.

{Ralph Lorenzo}
How are you going to tear that championship out of the hands of Goth? That man has been unstoppable and hate to say it. He's beaten you.

The moment Ralph said that last phrase, Travis placed both feet on the ground and lunged forward. He grabs Ralph by his beard and pulls him in close.

{Travis Nathaniel Andrews}
Let's get one thing straight. Goth has never beaten me one on one. Yes, he has beaten everyone who has been placed before him but I know his body has got to be hurting. I know deep down inside his own soul, he wants me to rip that championship from him. He needs me to take it from him. Why? Because he doesn't have what it takes to continue to push forward. Just like at him Ralph. The man is a walking retirement home patient and he doesn't even know it yet. Did you forget who placed him on this path? Did you forget who practically handed him the Roulette Championship?

Ralph is beginning to whimper as Travis let's go of his beard. He glances at his best friend while shaking his head.

{Travis Nathaniel Andrews}
I can not believe you of all people have zero faith in me. You don't think I've learned from my past failures. I have been a student of this game for 16 years and I am still learning something new everyday. I've learned that people from Cockney are straight up eggheads with very little upstairs. I've learned that it only takes one fucking mistake and your entire world comes crumbling down. You didn't think I learned that did ya Goth. You think I'm just going to revert back to my old ways and let you assume you got everything under control. Well, let me tell you something dickhead. When we finally clash inside that ring, you won't have that giant man-ape sticking out of your ass to protect you. You also won't have that mute clown riding your fucking coattails. I swear Goth, I think all of those chair shots are finally showing their effects on your speech patterns. The reasoning behind that statement is you didn't make any fucking sense.

Travis takes a moment to collect his thoughts as his personal assistant walks into the room.

{Shawna Jennings}
Boss, I've got you scheduled for three guest spots on three internationally shown talk shows. The only thing left for me to do is finalize the dates. Also, Daryl called and said that everything in Cuba is going to plan.

A smile forms across his lips as Travis leans back on the couch.

{Travis Nathaniel Andrews}
That is great news. Give Daryl a call back and tell him not to finalize anything until I get there.

{Shawna Jennings}
I will let him know.

She says while walking right back out of the room with her cell phone attached to her ear. Travis hasn't stopped smiling after hearing that good news. The only thing that could keep his smile is finally overcoming his one demon.

{Travis Nathaniel Andrews}
Goth thinks the pressure is starting to get to me. Please, I thrive on the pressure. It's that pressure of being the absolute best that drives me to go beyond my limits. Don't remember Climax Control 123 when I smashed the Roulette Championship in your face Goth. It was that night when I realized that belt belong to me. You see Goth, you've always been a placeholder as the real champion was preparing his mantle for the holy grail so to speak. How fitting should I stop your attempt of breaking Equinox's championship reign record. I mean when it comes to ending a championship reign, I am the master of it. Let's see, I was the one who ended Lord Raab's roulette championship reign. It's only right that I do the same fucking thing to your reign Goth. After all I did cause to happen in the first place. So it's my due diligence to be the one too end it.

Travis leans forward one more time while clasping his hands together and placing them in front of him.

{Travis Nathaniel Andrews}
Do you feel it Goth? Do you feel the walls closing in around you? Can you hear those footsteps marching down that ramp? Can you Goth? Do you Goth? Can it be possible that the Must See Superstar in all of Sin City Wrestling is going to redeem his failures? Will episode 131 of Climax Control be the night Mr. SCW becomes a champion? Only time will tell Goth so you had better say your prayers, Gothie boy. Because it's going to take a motherfucking miracle for you to walk out of Cuba still Roulette Champion. You want to question my focus. What about your focus Goth? I know you want to face so many other irrelevant raccoons that your focus is shaky. It may look like I'm focusing all of my energy on removing the Cockney scum off the bottom of my boot but that really isn't the case. My end goal has always revolved around a championship. Unlike you, I don't care which championship I'm am fighting for because I still give 110% of my soul into taking sole possession of that championship. Now as that time draws neigh, I will do whatever it takes to make that goal happen. I don't care if I got to cave your skull in with a frying pan or scatter all of your inner organs all over Cuba. Just know Goth that this time around I will not accept failure. Your time has come and gone. It is my time to take control of this division. I know it must kill you inside knowing that your reign is in dire jeopardy.

The only problem is you just didn't know it. Your reign will be in jeopardy the moment my private jet lands in Havanna. It will continue to be in jeopardy as I make my way across town to the arena Climax Control is being held. Once my music sounds and I waltz my ass down to that ring. Once the bell sounds, I will unleash my wrath upon you Goth. After the dust is settled and you are resting comfortably in Gambler's Paradise, that is when your world shatters like broken glass. Because I will be the next roulette champion. You don't have to like it Goth.

Travis pauses again while dropping his hands down onto his knees.

{Travis Nathaniel Andrews}
But you will have to DEAL WITH IT.

Travis laughs as he gets up off the couch and walks over to the mini-bar. He twists the cap off a bottle of bourbon as the scene slowly begins to fade.  

 
Parental Advisory: Explicit Content

<p align=right>Scene 1
Location: London Air

It was late morning on October 5th as Travis was sitting in his private jet. He knew that fighting Ben Jordan could make or break him so he needed to get some more dirt on this man. Joining him on this journey was his personal assistant Shawna Jennings and his little sister.

"Boss, aren't we supposed to be in San Juan?" asks Shawna as she walks into the picture from the cargo bay.

"We will get there Shawna but first I got some business to take care of in London," answers Travis as he is looking down at his phone.

"What is so important about this trip that you skip out on your daily workout routine?" she asks again.

"My routine will still be there but right now I have to see how this giant of a man lived," answers Travis as the stewardess walks into the room.

"The pilot was wondering if you needed something today Mr. Andrews," she says while standing near the door that leads to the cockpit.

"Just tell him not to shake the fucking thing so much," replies Travis as he pulls out his cell phone.

"Boss, we really don't have time for you jetting all over the place. You need to be in San Juan and getting the feel for the country," retorts Shawna as she takes a seat in front of Travis.

"I hear what you are saying Shawna but trust me on this one. In order to get under Ben Jordan's skin, I need to know what exactly makes him tick," says Travis as he looks at Shawna in her eyes. "This will be the only way I can fully beat this fucking bastard," he continues while holding out one hand showing his emotions.

Another stewardess enters the room as Travis turns his head towards her. "I am sorry to interrupt but the pilot wanted to let you know that we are about to land in London Airport," she says while scurrying back out of the room.

"Hear that Shawna, it's about time we find out about the real Ben Jordan," laughs Travis as he leans back in his seat as the jet hits a little turbulence. The jet finally lands in the private sector of London Airport. The ladder retracts as Travis stands at the top.

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What is that god awful stench? Is this what my opponent comes from? It is no wonder Ben wanted to come back to Sin City Wrestling. I know I should be working my ass out trying to prove why I am the best in SCW. Instead, I am here in London, England hoping to find some valuable dirt on my opponent. Unlike him, I want to know everything I can so nothing gets left out. I know he's already talked about my attacking him. Ben, did you totally space on the events of Summer XXXtreme 3? When I confronted you face to face, you struck me first. So forgive me if I didn't want to return the favor. Also since when did I care what those door knobs cared about in the first place. You wanted this match because you saw me as your one way ticket back to superstardom.

I don't get why you are so upset. Is it because your girlfriend left you? Why did she leave you Ben? Did she get tired of you slouching around the hot tub? Did she get tired of your constant need for female interaction? No wait, I got it. Did she finally get tired of your unhealthy obsession with Drake Green? I mean seriously. Do you honestly expect me to believe that your goofy ass can fight me? How many times did I knock you out? How many times did I stand in your face and tell you how incredibly stupid you are huh? You just think that this will be the end of it. Oh no, when I made that contract a few weeks ago. I meant it. I wasn't trying to protect me from you. I was protecting you from me. Now all bets are off and this time around you will be knocked out for good.

 
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<p align=right>August 25, 2015

Travis Nathaniel Andrews hasn't been in the most happiest of moods since the boat docked in Wellington, New Zealand. Thanks to some business associates, he was able to secure a private penthouse in the InterContinental Wellington hotel located in Wellington. He is followed by his personal assistant Shawna Jennings, his best friend and several members of the Andrews Incorporated. He is just about to settle into his penthouse when his cell phone decides to go off right at the moment he steps onto the elevator. He quickly snatches it out of his pants pocket, takes a minute to read the name and brushes on hand over his head.

Travis Andrews: This had better be good motherfucking news.

Voice on phone: Well, uh......

He quickly pulls the phone away from his ear while screaming profanities into the air. After he finishes screaming, he replaces the phone back up to his ear.

Travis Andrews: Are you going to spit it out shit heads or am I going to have play some stupid guessing game?

Voice on phone: Well, um, you see boss. We kinda sorta lost ........

Travis Andrews: about ready to explode through the phone Just spit it out.

Voice on phone: a loud gulp comes through the phone the Singapore account

Travis Andrews: You did what?

Shawna lifts her eyes up from her clipboard and notices that Travis is getting ready to blow a damn gasket.

Voice on phone: Boss, I can tell that you are upset but you did suffer a tragic loss this past weekend. So there really is no need to get hasty.

The person on the phone continues to talk as Travis is beginning to seethe through his nostrils. Shawna glances over to Ralph as they shake their heads in unison.

Travis Andrews: Shut up. Just shut the fuck up. I gave you one damn task to complete and you couldn't even do that. Now you want to take a cheap shot at me. Do you think I liked losing this past weekend? I was fucking robbed by that piece of shit known as Steve Ramone. I should have lasted longer than him. In fact, I didn't even get a fair motherfucking chance. I fucking own your ass and since you fucked up the only job assigned to you. You better find yourself a way off that fucking island on your own. Because you are fired.

Voice on phone: Come on boss give us another chance. I am sure we can persuade the Singapore government that we are the only way to bring them tourists.

Travis Andrews: Did I fucking stutter? When have I ever gave anyone a second chance after they fucked up something so goddamn simple? I bet if I hired a motherfucking monkey to do the same job, he would get much better results. This isn't the first time you fucked up and I bet this won't be the last.

Voice on phone: Will you be reasonable for once boss? We screwed up but we deserve another chance to at least get your money back.

Travis Andrews: What in the fuck are you babbling about now? What is this about getting my money back?

Voice on phone: We blew all the money you gave us. We got caught up in the Marina Bay Sands casino.

Shawna can tell that Travis is really about to blow his top as she calmly taps him on the shoulder. The elevator finally stops at the very top floor as Shawna walks ahead of them while talking to the same man Travis was just talking to. The next ones off the elevator are Travis and Ralph as they slowly make their way towards the private penthouse suite.

Ralph Lorenzo: What was that all about Trav?

Travis Andrews: Ralph, remind me to pay the LVPD when we get home.

Ralph Lorenzo: Okay, but what is going on?

Travis Andrews: Let's just say, someone fucked with me on the wrong damn day.

Ralph is just about to respond to that comment when one of the interns with Andrews Incorporated blurts out.

Intern: Maybe you should stop letting what happened at Summer Exxxtreme get you down. If you continue to live in the past, then you can never really find success in the present which will lead to future of great pleasure. In other words, you lost so get over it.

Ralph ducks his head down toward the left as Travis stops dead in his tracks. The intern not paying any attention runs directly into his back. He pushes his glasses back onto his face as Travis turns around to face him.

Travis Andrews: I know you are new to this business but you never speak unless I give you permission. Do you understand?

Intern: I don't mean to overstep my bounds but someone needs to state the obvious. You spend so much time harping on the past which only hinders your performance moving forward. You should be thanking Steve Ramone for eliminating you.

Ralph continues to look away as Travis grabs his young intern by the gruff of his collar and slams him up against the wall. The intern nearly crumbles to the floor but Travis keeps him standing upright. He places one arm across the throat while looking directly into his eyes.

Travis Andrews: What part of shut the fuck up do you have problems comprehending huh? I didn't know it was that hard to fucking do these days. Since you decided to drudge up the past then maybe I should give you a tiny history lesson. Every since I stepped foot inside this company, I have scratched. I have clawed. I have left broken bodies of those who didn't belong in the first place. I have even done every goddamn thing the powers that be has asked of me. At Summer Exxxtreme, I should have been given a better showing then I was given. Goth proved my very point that he isn't a fucking man. The same can be said about Steve Ramone. The fucking moron didn't even want to be in the match but of course he is the one who knocks me off. I know I am better than all of those bastards but of course I didn't get much of a chance to prove it. I don't even know if I will ever get a title shot again. Now do you understand why I am fucking pissed off. Someone in this company is against me being a fucking champion. Maybe it is that Cockney prick who just resigned to this company.

Intern: coughing I fail to see the connection. Instead of creating excuses, why don't you do something about it?

Travis pats the young intern on the head before letting him go. He goes to turn toward Ralph before landing a wicked left across the intern's jaw. He falls down to the ground while placing a hand on his jaw. Travis kneels down while showing off that vicious smirk of his.

Travis Andrews: Oh, I will do something about it.

He stands back up, turns away from the intern and continues for the main door into the penthouse. Ralph chuckles a bit as the intern is having problem getting back up to his feet. The two men continue down the hallway as the camera loses focus on them.

<p align=right>August 31, 2015

Six days have passed since Travis has been one the island of New Zealand. With help from a few friends, he was able to add a punching bag into his penthouse suite. This wasn't the only addition to the penthouse as he also added a few barbells so he can keep up his workout regimen. He even took the time on Sunday to run up and down the beach. His personal assistant, Shawna has been sitting in front of his laptop taking care of his business affairs that being worked out throughout New Zealand. While waiting for a few return emails, she sees an email that was sent from Mark Ward. The email heading read "NEW CLIMAX CONTROL card has been posted." Shawna clicks on the email to open it. She glances over it but a loud gasp escapes from her voice.

Travis Andrews: What Shawna?

Shawna Jennings: waving Travis over I think you need to see this boss.

His curiosity is spiked as he lays down one of the weights and hops down of the raised platform. He grabs the towel he draped over the chair and begins to wipe the sweat off while standing behind Shawna.

Travis Andrews: I am looking but I don't see anything worthwhile.

Shawna Jennings: I think you need to look again boss. This just might blow your mind.

She enlarges the image as Travis rereads the screenshot. The look on his face said it all as Shawna quickly exits the page.

Travis Andrews: Are they fucking kidding me with this sack of horseshit? I go from competing for the Roulette Championship which is the first step towards the heavyweight championship to competing for some crappy championship called the Internet championship. This has to be a fucking joke.

Shawna Jennings: Well you are facing Despayre.

Travis Andrews: Okay, now you are really playing a fucking joke on me.

Shawna shakes her head while looking at the card again.

Shawna Jennings: I don't think this is a joke. From what I see here, the upper management is still impressed with your work so they decided to give you one more chance at championship gold. If there was anytime to get on a damn roll then this will be it. Oh, did I mention that it's the main event. Goth might open but your name headlining this shindig.

Travis places a hand around his chin while thinking it over.

Travis Andrews: Now that I think about, I could make that Internet championship look so much better. In order for me to do that, I have to pry it from that motherfucking simpleton. Who in the hell does Despayre think he is anyway? Is he supposed to be some kind of hero for all these mindless sheep? Is he expecting to be given a prize for sending Bruce Evans on a first class ticket to some deserted island? Am I supposed to be scared of some child who talks to a damn teddy bear? If everyone thinks that then you all had better get your fucking heads out of your asses. If I could send that fat bastard Lord Raab through a fucking table with one move then I can fuck up this little fantasy world this little fucktard has made for himself.

I know this will be our very first meeting in a one on one setting but Despayre I will not hold anything back. In fact, I will be looking forward to knocking you back into reality. Even if that means ruining this little sexual fantasy you have with some stuffed bear. I am pretty sure that fucking bear is tired of being violated by your bitch ass. I get you are coming off a win but can you truly claim that victory Despayre. Can you truly live with yourself knowing your opponent failed to fucking show? I bet you wouldn't even know what to do with yourself once you realize that you've left the little boy challengers.

Are you going to wet your fucking self once you see me standing across the ring from you? Are you going to so starstruck that you forget how to fucking fight? You see Despayre this upcoming match could be my one chance to add my fucking name into the championship ranks. You know the old cliche, desperate times call for desperate measures and I promise you Despayre that this upcoming Climax Control will be the night you're pathetic championship reign comes to screeching halt. I don't give two monkey fucks on what you think will happen. Because no matter how much you wish for a better world. Sometimes the villain comes out on top. If you have a serious problem with The Phenomenon stealing the fucking show then I just have one thing to tell ya.

Travis takes a moment to catch his breath as Shawna has started to type again.

Before I tell you what you can do about me destroying your precious world, I want to send a message to that Cockney prick who decided to return. Ben, if you are thinking to resurrect your career at my expense then you are more stupid than I realized. Thaddeus Stone tried that shit and guess what. I sent his fucking ass packing. If you continue down this path then you better not get too damn comfortable. For I will make an example out of you. Just like I will do to this pipsqueak on Climax Control. I will finally taste gold and trust me this will be just the beginning.

Despayre, I want to welcome you to your last days in your fucked up world. Because I plan to use your fucking skull for target practice. If you still have a fucking problem with it then you will just have to DEAL WITH IT.

Travis looks directly into the camera as that sly smirk appears on his face.

See you soon.

The scene begins to fade as Travis returns to his workout.

 

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The following is a pre-recorded message from Travis Nathaniel Andrews.

It blows my fucking mind how much shit one man can spew out of his mouth. Does Goth truly believe every piece of cum that wallows around inside his mouth? Tell me something Goth, could you still call yourself a champion if I didn't leave Lord Raab lying in the middle of that broken table. That is what you are failing to comprehend inside that pea size brain of yours. You keep calling me a coward. That is funny because this same coward carried your pathetic ass last week in our tag team match. It really must burn you up inside knowing that your accomplishment of being a triple crown winner has been overshadowed by my raising stardom. That's what this is all about isn't it Goth. It's not about me sticking my nose in your match. It's the fact that you are still irrelevant even as champion but don't worry you painted up head about it. Because I promise that you will remain irrelevant after Summer XXXtreme comes and goes.

Everyone is hoping Goth retains but let's look at the facts. Fact one, the guy is nothing more than a wanna be champion holding something that really doesn't belong to him. I find it insulting that he keeps calling me an idiot when he should really take a moment to look in a mirror. The only idiot so far in this match is him. He keeps calling himself the first ever SCW Triple Crown winner when he really isn't. Goth is so consumed by this ongoing soap opera with his wife that he isn't thinking clearly. Goth is nothing more than an asterisk champion and I aim to prove it. Although, I did prove it last week when I nearly kicked his head off. Sooner or later, this match will take see that I can get the job done. Into The Void IV was my first title shot. How many title shots did Goth get before finally Sri Lanka? How many times did he fail to win a championship? You want to keep saying that I act like a fucking child. Well, I want to know have you checked your own dirty diapers Goth.

You keep harping on the fact that I'm not a viable threat but let's face it Goth. I am the only real threat in this match. Connor Murphy is too busy trying to make himself into this big Nobody. Steve Ramone is too focused on being the doormat for the nobodies. Lord Raab is too determined to live as an angry cow face then being a champion. Don't get me started on Jeremiah Hardin. The guy should remain as a tag team specialist. My talent has barely even scratched the surface here. The moment it does break through the glass ceiling, you all will face the harshest reality yet. That reality is me being the true Must see superstar in this entire company.

As I look at the stage that is being set for next week, I realize that my star power will be the only reason this match even gets people's attention. All five of you are nothing but complete toad shit with warts growing on every square inch of your bodies. I will enjoy popping each wart and watching the gooey shit flow out of your bodies. Goth thinks I am supposed to be some nice guy but that is not even close. I never claimed to be a good guy. In fact, I find that Goth is the biggest comedian on the roster. Unfortunately, his jokes are just as dry as the horse piss on his face.

Real men? Is that what you said Goth? That I shouldn't mess with real men. That is interesting because last time I checked. Real men don't hide behind a fucking mask or behind clown paint. Last time I checked, real men don't go around bitching like two little school girls who got their lunch money stolen. When I defeated Kain it was more than a fluke, it was my very own wake up call. I just find that you are pissed that I managed to beat the current World Champion and screw over Lord Raab in one night. The one thing you keep forgetting Goth is that it was my initial actions which allowed you to become a Triple Crown Winner. It was because of me you even became a champion. Without me Goth, you would still be hovering over the insignificant jobber that you are.

I am trying so hard not to laugh at the cum spittle that continues to soar from the lips of the swine loving jack o lantern. Before you can call yourself a champion first you got to be able to prove it. You keep saying I ruined your one chance at seeing who is the biggest joke in this company. Again you should thank me because I just happened to make your pitiful existence that much better. You say that I'm burying my career. Which is funny because your career has been covered in shit since the first day you got your training bra. Did I strike a nerve Goth? Did I unveil the secret? We both know you aren't a real man. Where it took me to destroy Lord Raab with one move. It took two disgruntled bags of dog shit to beat me. I didn't know Lord Raab needed help with beaten me. Then again, you two probably had it all planned from the start. That's why I call complete bullshit on your claims of being real men.

I hope Ben Jordan is watching this match because once I am done dispensing you nitwits. I will turn my attention to his has been ass and give him the same treatment. The spotlight will shine bright on me. For this night, The Phenomenon will out shine you all. You don't have to like it. You don't even have to love it but you will just have to DEAL WITH IT.

This recording will self destruct in three, two...

 

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<p align=right>Leaving Japan

Episode 121 of Climax Control was wrapping up it's taping as Travis Nathaniel Andrews was standing outside enjoying a few puffs from his cigar. No one knew that Travis smoked anything except him. When it came to smoking, he chose the right time to do it. This seemed to be the perfect time as he was pleased with the message he wanted to send. The fans being to pile out of the Osaka Gymnasium as Travis shews them all away. A little girl comes over with her father looking for an autograph from Travis. He looks at her the kneels down so he can be eye level with her. He grabs the item which she wanted signed and examines it a bit. His eyes shoot like daggers back at her as puffs of smoke exit his mouth. He gives the little girl a quick glance before ripping the poster with Goth, Sean Jackson, Kain and Lord Raab on it in half. The little girl's eyes fill up with tears as Travis pulls out his cigar. He blows a long trail of smoke into the father's face before walking away from them both. Shawna Jennings is standing on the third step with her phone next to her ear. Travis makes his way over towards her right as she moves it toward her side.

Shawna Jennings: I have Jeffrey waiting at the Osaka airport with the private jet.

Travis Andrews: That is great Shawna. Did you get in touch with Greg?

Shawna Jennings: No sir. I tried five times and still got his blooming answering machine.

Travis rolls his eyes while slowly walking down the steps toward the long black stretched limo sitting a block from the gymnasium.

Travis Andrews: What good is it to have a construction foreman when he can't answer his fucking phone?

Shawna Jennings: It is extremely good sir. Without Gregory, we could face some serious problems.

Travis looks at Shawna while cocking one eyebrow.

Travis Andrews: That was a rhetorical question. Greg has done a lot for me over the years. He built all those fabulous building in Sri Lanka and now he will do it again. The Andrews Enterprise will be a global entity that everyone will make Donald Trump look cheap. Singapore is the perfect opportunity for me to expand my horizons.

Shawna Jennings: It also helps to have a few policemen on the payroll. You know to keep your records squeaky clean.

She belts out while looking down at her clipboard. Travis shakes his head while reaching the black limousine. He looks back toward the gym before pulling out his dark sunshades and getting inside the stretch car. The car slowly heads for the secret entrance into the Osaka airport as Travis is sitting back while propping his feet up on the seat in front of him. He knows that his organization is running smooth as silk since he forcibly took it from his old man. He lays his head back on the seat before closing his eyes. He starts to dream about the day he removed his father from power.

<p align=right>The Hostile takeover

It was a rather steamy summer's day on August 24th during the year 2005. Travis was enjoying significant success on the Las Vegas independent scene until his father forced him to stop. The rumors about there being bad blood between Old man Andrews and Travis were turning out to be true. No one really knows what made Old Man Andrews hate his own son but the same could be said about Travis. It was no secret that Old Man Andrews was the chief executive officer for the biggest criminal empire inside Las Vegas' city limits. He owned half of the Vegas Strip while Travis lived in a bungalow that he bought with his own money. Travis was trying to match his father's reputation as he gradually overtook one of his father's hotels without him knowing about it. Travis somehow managed to make the hotel work twice has better than bis father could ever have done.

The feud between Travis and his father was starting to take its toll on his wrestling career so he decided to do something about it. On the night he won the CWE World Gambler Championship for the second time, Travis paid an unannounced visit to his father. During this visit, he managed to swindle two-thirds of his father's company away with one stroke of the pen. His father thought he was just writing a check to keep his own son away from him. Unbeknownst to his father, what he actually signed was a legalize document which turned most of his company over to Travis. On the way out of the building, Travis uttered two words that drove the final wedge between them.

Travis Andrews: you lose

Those two words struck a major chord with his father as Travis walked out of his father's house thinking he won the lottery.

<p align=right>Leaving Japan resumes

As Travis continues to be in dreamland, Shawna is anxiously trying to wake her boss up. She shoves him several times. The fifth shove did the trick as Travis quickly snapped out of his dream. He rapidly removes his sunshades and nearly gazes a hole into his personal assistant.

Travis Andrews: What is the big idea huh?

Shawna Jennings: Jeffrey is waiting for us to board sir. We really need to get you to Singapore.

Travis Andrews: Has Greg called you back yet?

Shawna Jennings: No but Doug did get in touch with me.

Travis Andrews: Oh, what did he want?

Shawna Jennings: He wants to know what exactly is the plan for Singapore. Are we looking to buy land or are we looking to take it over?

Travis Andrews: First off we need to establish a connection with the local leadership. Next time you talk to Doug, tell him to get in contact with the Governor, the mayor of all the cities and any other official that lives in the country. Tell him to make a good impression on them. Let them know that all Andrews Enterprise wants to do is bring more tourist to their fine country. We need to start small and work our way up. Sri Lanka was the first. We a starting to expand our international holdings. Soon we will be able to overtake most of the pacific rim. This will be our finest hour.

Shawna doesn't bother trying to respond to the drivel that just escaped her boss's mouth. Travis places the sunshades back on his face as he steps out of the limousine. He can see a small line of fans forming in the distance as he turns toward the limousine driver.

Travis Andrews: What is that?

Travis asks while placing one hand on the driver's shoulder.

Limousine Driver: What is what, sir?

Travis chuckles before squeezing his hand a little around the joint of the naive driver's shoulder. He then turns the driver around while pointing towards the line of people coming towards them.

Travis Andrews: I am talking about that you stupid duckhead. What is that?

A small little light bulb goes off over the limousine driver's head.

Limousine Driver: Oh, that. Well sir, them are fans.

Travis and Shawna both smack their foreheads with the palm of their hands.

Travis Andrews: I know they are fans you idiot. I meant what are they doing here.

Limousine Driver: Well, you see sir. You are a celebrity flying out of Osaka in a private jet. I think those people want an autograph or a photo session with you. Don't you have fans?

Travis Andrews: Fans? Do you not know who I am? I am Travis Nathaniel Andrews. I don't have fans of any sort. Just earlier today, I ripped a little girl's poster up right in front of her then blew cigar smoke right into her father's face.

Limousine Driver: That is just mean. Didn't your mama ever teach you to be nice?

Travis Andrews: Nice? I don't get paid to be a nice. Hell, I don't make money by being nice. I make a living by using people for my own personal pleasure. You call it mean. I call it the Andrews method. I don't waste time pandering to a bunch of mindless twits. I only care about me.

Shawna softly places a hand on Travis's shoulder which causes to him to change his glance over his shoulder.

Shawna Jennings: Boss, we really need to get going. I know you want to throw this sack of duck shit through the window but we have to go.

Travis looks back at the dumb limousine driver and removes his hands from around his neck. He fixes his shirt and jacket while pushing his sunshades back onto his face.

Travis Andrews: You are one lucky son of a bitch but next time you won't be so lucky.

Travis turns a complete 180 as he walks up the plane steps and disappears into the jet. Shawna follows him into the jet as the airplane ladder is rolled away. Travis takes his seat next to the window as Shawna sits across the aisle from him.

<p align=right>Next Stop: Singapore

While the jet is in air heading towards Singapore, Shawna unbuckles her seat belt, gets up out of her seat and walks toward the back of the jet. She fixes herself a glass of smirnoff and moves back toward her seat. Shawna was kind of enjoying the silence for once but the silence is cut short when Travis stands up out of his chair.

This upcoming Climax Control will be one for the ages. It will be the night when everyone witnesses the highly anticipated match since Sri Lanka. Lord Raab versus Travis Nathaniel Andrews will be the one match everyone has been asking for since I crushed Lord Raab's championship reign. Ever since that night I have been getting phone calls, text messages and emails asking me why? Why did I screw Raab over? What was I thinking? Last time I checked, I don't owe anyone a damn thing. I don't owe Mark Ward an explanation nor do I owe that walking Gorilla Zodd wanna be an explanation. Lord Raab should have known that I would retaliate for his comments about me not being violent enough. Was I violent enough for ya? Did you enjoy getting slammed through the table by me?

I have heard Goth say that what I did was cowardly. Really Goth, because you had no problem with taken credit for what I did for you. In fact, I should be the champion but I will save that rant for another time. For now, I want to make sure Lord Raab has an idea what awaits him in Singapore.

Travis takes a quick pause when he notices Shawna walking towards him. Shawna hands him a glass of bourbon before retaking her seat. He takes the glass and takes a sip. He lets the small taste of the bourbon tickle his esophagus before continuing.

I just love the taste of bourbon. I love it almost as much as wondering if Lord Raab knows any other emotion besides anger. I get it Raab, being angry all the time is your schtick but let's be honest here. When you are angry all the time, no one likes being around you. Well, except those you treat like puppets. We both know before Henry and your little boy toy entered the picture that Lord Raab's career was stagnant. You were going nowhere. In fact you were just another German bastard wanting everyone to feel sorry for your ass. Calling yourself the German Masked Monster doesn't scare me one bit. It might some people but to me it makes me laugh. Why do you hide behind a mask Raab? What? Are you afraid everyone will run for the fucking hills because of your horribly scarred face? It must really burn you up inside to know that I can look straight through you and call you a complete phony.

You want to be this monster but there is nothing about you that screams monster. You rely heavily on being some violent person but you suck at it. Hell, I did all the work at Into The Void before you took the credit. That is why I called you a joke of a champion Raab. You think being a violent person makes you better than everyone else. You even said that I am not violent. You won't be thinking that way anymore after we finally meet one on one in Singapore. Yes. I do understand that it will be in your "field" but make no mistake I have yet to tap into my own violent side. What I did in Sri Lanka was just a preview. I mean it took one shot from me to take your ass out. In my mind that makes me extremely dangerous.

This match will be the final nail in your coffin Raab. I made a promise to myself that I would conquer the mid card scene before taking my rightful place in the main event. The Must See Superstar belongs in the spotlight Raab. That's what I did back in Sri Lanka Raab. I took the spotlight off of you and placed it back on me. The spotlight belongs to me and this week is your one chance to reclaim it. Since that night, you have become the after thought while I have been the talk of the town. I bet that is just eating away at you isn't it. The fact that I destroyed your precious dream of being the best violent champion in the history of SCW. I bet you are fuming at the mouth just wanting to get your hands around my neck. Well Raab, I will be looking forward to our encounter. Not because we are in a Singapore Cane match. Not because it is the highly anticipated match since Sri Lanka. I am looking forward to wiping your existence out of the company for good.

Travis pauses yet again so he can take another sip of his bourbon. He moves toward the window of the jet as he looks out at the vast countryside of Singapore.

Lord Raab, I will not sugarcoat what is about to happen. You and I are going to enter this Singapore Cane. We will look to batter each other with the most overused weapon in wrestling today. I am sure you will be busted open as will I. Hell, the referee could leave busted open. Someone will leave with their face smashed in but make no mistake Raab, you won't be the one walking out of Singapore. The Phenomenon will crush your dreams. The Phenomenon will end your existence. The Phenomenon will continue to make my name mean something in this company. Lord Raab will find himself on the losing end yet it again and this time around. The only person he can blame is himself. Raab consider yourself warned.

He takes the last swig before throwing the glass against the wall. It shatters as Travis looks directly at the camera that has been following him.

DEAL WITH IT

The scene slowly fades as the private jet lands on a private airstrip in Singapore.  

 

The Mind is Powerful

<p align=right>Currently Playing: Disease by Ghosts of August

The last few days have been a lot like hell for Travis Nathaniel Andrews. He has heard several roster members that he doesn’t deserve a shot at the SCW Roulette Championship. He has heard from the likes of Tim Staggs, Andrew Watts, Mikah Stevens and his own opponents about how he should just give up. Normally, Travis wouldn’t give two shits about what others say because it has always been about him. However this was a different scenario. Travis doesn’t seem to be sad about the candid responses but he seems to be fired up to prove everyone wrong.

“Lord Raab thinks this business is about violence. Raab, if you want violence so damn badly then go join the world of MMA. The fact that you say I can’t wrestle truly shows how completely ignorant you are. On Climax Control, I took complete control of that tag team match. I tossed both Narly and Radical around like two dumb surf dolls. I even took time out to make Old Skool relevant for one night only. Ever since you took control of the Roulette Championship, you have turned it into the bottom feeder belt. How many times are you going to use the “I’m an angry monster” shit? When are you going to get it through your thick skull, we don’t care about what emotion you want to show. This match is a fatal fourway which means Raab, you don’t even have to be in the decision to lose that precious belt of yours. Andrew Watts likes to make it abundantly clear that we don’t belong in this company. Tell me Wattie boy, what makes you better than me? Last time I checked you got your ass handed to you multiple times against Gabriel.

That is all have to say about him since he isn’t worth wasting precious oxygen on anyway. Neither is Raab but he is one of my opponent’s this week. Raab has no idea what awaits him come Into The Void 4. Unlike my other opponents, this is my first chance at any championship gold and I will make the best of it. Lord Raab, I sent a clear message on Climax Control that I am willing to do anything it takes to win. When I took you out after the Prison Chamber, I showed how easy it really is to plant you on your face. I don’t find you to be all that scary. Hell, I don’t think you are really that angry. I just think you fake being angry so people could jump on the violence bandwagon. Being angry doesn’t make you a violent person. What makes you a violent person is pushing the limits? In my opinion, when you rely so much on that anger that it hinders your abilities inside the ring. Hell, Connor Murphy was kicking your ass. So tell me Raab, if Connor can kick your ass then so can I.”

<p align=right>Currently Playing: Mercury by Daybreak Embrace

Travis repositions himself on his stool as he continues.

“Before I get into why Connor Murphy shouldn’t even be in this match, let me first talk to that sorry son of a bitch named Old Skool. Where do I even start with this piece of human waste? Let me start by asking this question. Who did you pay off to get in this match? It’s obvious after last week that Old Skool doesn’t even belong in the same ring as me. Did you not see me carrying your old ass in that tag match? You were fucking it up left and right. It wasn’t till I got into the ring that we started winning. That is why I will take you out first. That way this match can actually matter. Which is why I have a problem with Connor’s involvement in this match? He already had his chance and blew it. How come he gets a second shot without even earning it? Is this Mark Ward’s way of making me work hard for this belt? Lord Raab is making it a joke. Old Skool would cause it to lose any kind of relevance and Connor will disappear without a trace. So the only viable choice to be a champion is the must see superstar in Sin City Wrestling history. I am more marketable than that walking trainwreck. It is high time I got what belongs to me. Raab, Murphy and Skool your time is over. That is how it will go and if you have a problem with it. Well…..DEAL WITH IT.”

The camera cuts off as Travis gives one final smirk.

 
PARENTAL ADVISORY: EXPLICIT CONTENT

The last time we saw Travis Nathaniel Andrews he was telling the entire world that he belongs in the title picture. He knows beyond the shadow of doubt that he could easily be a Main Event player but he rather start his championship aspirations as the new SCW Roulette Champion. Before he can have that honor, he must go through the most vile human being known only as Chris Shipman. Most people would cower away from this menace to society and wish for an easier opponent. However that isn't in Travis' nature to run from a fight. He knows full well on what Shipman is capable of in and out of the ring. The one thing Travis has on one Chris Shipman is the fact that he has yet to show his dark, twisted side. Could this be the night Travis Nathaniel Andrews shows the entire world what he is fully capable of inside the squared circle?

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"I Came To Play" blares through the Cairo International Stadium as Travis Nathaniel Andrews makes a surprise appearance at a SCW Live Event while heading for Saudi Arabia. Travis doesn't seem to be in a good mood as he briskly walks down the ramp. Travis jumps up onto the ring apron, looks out into the crowd before leaping over the ring ropes. Instead of doing his normal in ring posing, he marches over toward Justin Decent, rips the microphone out of his hand and looks him in the eye.

"Unless you want me to kick your fucking head into the front row, then I suggest you get the hell out of my ring."

Justin Decent quickly exits the ring as Travis runs his hand through his short hair. He slowly begins to pace back and forth.

"Why does everyone think Chris Shitman will destroy me? What has he done since joining this company? Let's see, he lost to Goth, Raab and several other people but yet everyone is singing his fucking praises all because he is a member of The Seven Deadly Sins. I don't fucking get it. Why should I be scared of a man who kidnaps another man's wife? Is that suppose to mean you are a badass? In my eyes, it doesn't prove anything to me. It just proves that Sin City Wrestling will hire anyone these days."

He stops pacing for a brief second while running his hand through his hair.

"Shitman, you and I both know that you are the weak link within the Seven Deadly Sins. Let's face it Gabriel and Despy carried your ass in the first team you three teamed together. Instead of trying to improve your SCW career, you are busy playing parlor games with Goth. Tell me Shitman, what are you trying to prove here? Are you trying to prove that you are sick fuck? You don't have to convince me Shipman. I know you are one sick bastard but that's not going to stop me from shutting the naysayers up once and for all.

When it comes to battling against the odds, I tend to come up with a home run. Let's go back to my match against Thaddeus Stone. Everyone in the back had me pegged to lose but what did I fucking do. I shock the world with my in ring ability. I showed them all why I am the Must See Superstar here in SCW. I will continue to prove why I shouldn't be overlooked after I wipe the floor with you Shitman."

Travis starts to chuckle to himself when he looks back up at the camera.

"Shitman, you can torture all the defenseless women, the drugged up clowns and every carnival reject you damn well please but don't think for a second you will be able to do that to me. You don't think I can get wicked. I can get wicked. You don't think I can withstand your brutal violence. I will withstand your violence. I say bring your best shot and I will leave you as another victim found in a VEGAS CRIME SCENE. I don't care anymore because from this moment forward. The PHENOMENON WILL RECLAIM HIS SPOTLIGHT. Oh, you don't like that Shitman. Well that's just too fucking bad because the last thing I have to say about this match is DEAL WITH IT."

"I Came To Play" strikes back up as Travis drops the mic on the hard canvas.