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Five weeks ago, Ryan Keys was defending the Roulette Championship against Chris Shipman. The match was a brutal affair between to very capable combatants. The match itself would have gone down as a true masterpiece until one man ruined it. A week later, that same man was facing another former Roulette champion but his attention was turned from the task at hand towards the man would remain on the entrance ramp for the entire match. The week following, this man would do the unthinkable. He would dethrone a raving lunatic and finally take his rightful place as champion.

Fast forward to Blaze of Glory, this great man will have to place his championship on the line in a four way match. What type of match is anyone's guess but with the recent string of successes this man has had over the past year or so in multiple man matches. Clearly he has the advantage but others will not think so.

<p align=right> The Champion Speaks
*Record
Currently Playing: Blurry by Puddle of Mudd

A few stray strands of sunlight peek through the partially covered window which led to the upstairs study of one Travis Nathaniel Andrews. He was exhausted after a long trip throughout the California countryside before being whisked away towards the Eastern border. Travis has been promoting Sin City Wrestling's Blaze of Glory ever since he heard about his upcoming title defense. Ryan Keys and Steve Ramone have both aired their promos for the upcoming match. Travis listening intently but smirked each time they mentioned his name. A small camcorder has been set up on his desk while a few more cameras have been set up in various points inside his study.

"It's amazing how much a year can change a man's outlook on life. This time last year, I was preparing for the main event as I was scheduled to face both Connor Murphy and J2H for the top prize in this company. What were you doing Steve Ramone? Oh right, you were opening the show with a devastating loss to James Tuscini. Ironically, that match was also for the Roulette Championship. Funny, how nothing has changed. You are still vying for a championship you know deep inside your soul that is way beyond your own understanding. How many times must we beat inside your head Steve? Any championship you touch turns into a hot potato. Don't you get it yet Steve. You are the least threatening man inside this match," Travis begins while expanding the camera's view to show the Roulette championship resting comfortably on his shoulder.

Travis sighed a little while propping his feet up onto his desk.

"I've heard all the rumors. I've heard the doubt forming amongst everyone but I assure you that I'm not wavering. Why should I? I finally achieved something that has been kept from me since I first arrived in this company. No one truly understands the amount of tears, the buckets of sweat, the countless bags of blood that I have been willing to sacrifice for this moment. And if you think I'm going to let some puny wanna be porn star, a womanizing punk ass kid and a has been lunatic rip this from hands," Travis continues while repositioning himself. He moves his feet back down to the floor and leans forward. He places his forearms directly on the desk as his eyes change from being enthralled to being in enraged.

"I haven't forgot what you have done Steve Ramone. Twice. Twice now you have sought to stick your nose into my business. Did you forget the first time? It was my first match with James Tuscini. Then you sought to knock my head off and failed. How interesting that history repeated itself Steve? I don't quite understand what you are so upset about Steve. You seemingly have no issues getting involved in matches that don't concern you but you cry foul when it's done to you. Are you blaming me for your loss to a man that I have defeated on numerous occasions? All I did was stand on the ramp Steve. Did it occur to you that maybe I wanted a better view? Now you are mad that I placed my head in between your whore's breasts. Yes, I called her a whore because who knows how many men she has been with before you. In case you are wondering, I've seen better breasts. Which means, your whore's breasts were nothing more than two air bags that could be easily popped.

Just like how your delusions of grandeur of being a champion will be popped Steve. You can call my win a fluke all you want Steve but the fact remains. I did something you could never do and that is make the so called psychopath tap for the second time. Tell me Steve, have you beaten Chris Shipman? Have you truly fought a battle on your own without someone holding your damn hand the entire time. I'm sure your love for porn will be the reason for your ultimate downfall," Travis continues to say while pushing his chair back.

He goes to stand up when the sound of knocking echoes.

<p align=right>Unexpected Visitor
Off Camera
Currently Playing: More Than Words by Extreme

"Who is it?" asks Travis as he pauses his camcorder. The servant knew better than to disturb him with while he was making a promotional video for Sin City Wrestling. "well, I'm waiting," he insists while remaining on his feet.

"I'm sorry to disturb you sir but someone is here to see you," answers Gordan as he pokes his head into the room.

"Gordan, you know I don't like visitors when I'm working," responds Travis as places both hands down onto the desk.

"I know sir but your father is here," replies Gordan as Travis lifts his head while narrowing his eyes.

"What is that old bastard doing here?" asks Travis as he clinches his fist while placing it on top of the desk.  It's no secret that Travis and his father are anything but civil. Hatred ran like a river through the veins of Travis. The fact that his father was inside house wasn't something he needed at this point.

"I'm not sure Master Andrews. He wouldn't tell me. He just wanted to see you," answers Gordan as Travis looks at his butler.

"Found out what the bastard wants then come back to me," orders Travis as he lightly punches the top of his desk.

"As you wish sir," Gordan responds while bending at the waist. Travis slowly turned his back on his employee while looking at the replica Roulette Championship he had made. Travis looks at the belt as Gordan quietly closes the door behind him.

<p align=right>* Record
On Camera
Currently Playing: Chemical Ride by Three Years Hollow

Travis remained in silence for a few minutes before picking up the remote and giving it a tap. The camcorder awakes from its slumber as he keeps his back toward the camera.

"The Right Thing? Those are partially the words that Ryan Keys spoke of doing at Blaze of Glory. I mean he has the best opportunity seeing how he has been out with a superficial injury. I find it rather convenient that this so called hero to the sheep would turn from a promising prospect with a bright future to a sniveling idiot with his life in constant peril or worse. How can he claim to be what's right when he couldn't even defend this championship I firmly hold on my shoulder. Delusions must be contagious since both Ryan and Steve believe they are actually walking out with this belt. My sources tell me Shipman will have the same delusions. Can these three buffoons truly be the most deserving champion when no man can hold this title beyond one or two title defenses.  

Whatever you three are thinking please do us all a favor, don't try unless you want to get caught into your own demise. You see I was willing to sacrifice it all for a championship so imagine what I will do when I'm retaining. This will be my first defense and I will break the trend.  I will scratch, claw, sweat and bleed to keep this belt. What are you three fuckheads willing to become a champion. From where I am standing, I only need to defeat one of you while you three must defeat me. That's not going to be so easy. Don't believe me then ask Shipman," Travis while slowly turning back around.

His hands are balled into tight fists as his eyes showing a fire that hasn't been there in a long time.

"Blaze of Glory will be just the beginning of the Attitude Show. Chris Shipman, Ryan Keys and Steve Ramone can say all they want but it won't matter. You see all they say are words but me I'm about action and when it comes time for it I will blow right through all of you to retain what is rightfully mine. The world might think I have a 25% chance of surviving and that is a strong deduction since I'm facing three other men. However, these three men are truly no match for the intelligence I bring to this match. Don't believe me then maybe I should paint the picture. Steve Ramone can't execute a cheap shot without shooting himself, Ryan Keys is someone who should return to the circus and Shipman has fallen victim to his own stupidity. Yes, 25% are not good odds but there is a number you assholes should pay attention too. That number being 75%. You see I have 75% chance of retaining this belt since I have success with multiple man matches. So bring it all you got boys because I promise you that's the only chance you got. If you dislike what I have said then please cry me a fucking river and deal with it," Travis concludes while tapping his hands on the Roulette Championship on his shoulder.

The door slowly opens as Shawna Jennings comes into the picture.

"Boss, your father is growing restless," she says while tilting her head down.

Travis rolls his eyes as the scene fades.                            

 
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<p align=right>Family Night in Boulder City, Nevada
Off Camera
Currently Playing: Just Another Thing by The Lacs featuring Crucifix

The rain was following down hard as the road was becoming less and less visible each moment. A navy blue 2016 Chevrolet Impala with dark tinted windows was sitting at one of the first red light in the entire city of Boulder City. Travis Nathaniel Andrews is sitting in the back with one arm bent and posted on the door. He leaned his head against his hand as Shawna was looking on her tablet. She was scrolling up with her right index finger as a loud uncomfortable sigh escapes from Travis's voice.

"Shawna, can you please remind me why I even agreed to see these imbeciles?" asks Travis as he was rubbing the side of his head with his right hand. Shawna chuckles just slightly as she lifts her head up from her tablet.

"Because this will be a great thing for you to reconnect with who you are on the inside," answers Shawna as she returns her attention to the dimly lit screen of her tablet. Travis sighs once more as Shawna swipes left on her tablet after seeing something important. Travis looks out the window at the buildings passing by.

"What will spending time with these maggots have to do with that? I can barely be in the same room with my father for five minutes before we are jumping down each other's throats. My cousins are too stupid to even understand anything that I talk about," replies Travis as Shawna just shakes her head. She knew Shawna and Vicki wouldn't be there this time which means she will need to convince Travis that this was an important meeting before heading for San Bernandino, California for Climax Control 169.

"Travis, can you at least try to get along with everyone this one time?" asks Shawna as keeps her eyes pointed at the screen. Travis scoffs while rubbing his forehead with more force. Travis knew Shawna was trying to help but stress before a match wasn't worth it. A few hours have passed as the car turns left down Tiger Avenue. Tiger Avenue was the Main Street which leads to the third story Andrews Estate.

An ivory cased gate appears in front of them as they pull forward. The gates swing open as the driver slowly pulls through and down the long dirt road. Oak and Sand pine trees line the driveway as Travis takes a quick look out the window. He sighed as the driver lifts his eyes into the rear view mirror. "Where would you like for me to park Mr. Andrews?" asks the driver as he inches the car further down the road.

"Park close to the exit. I have a feeling we will be leaving in fifteen minutes," answers Travis as he leans forward just a bit while placing on hand around the empty front passenger seat. The driver nods his head as he pulls around the loop and stops at the base of the front steps. The car comes to a complete stop before Travis opens the passenger door. He steps out of the car and fixes the brown leather jacket he was wearing. His blue eyes are covered with dark tinted sunglasses as he stands at the bottom. Shawna joins his side as he takes a deep breath.

"OH MY GOD!" shouts a voice as Travis lifts his head up to see his stepmother Helena McMahon standing on the top step. She was a middle aged woman with light blonde hair mixed with teal streaks. Travis light heartedly waves his hand as she comes bouncing down the steps towards him. "Travie I didn't think you were going to come," says Helena has her arms stretched out to her side.

"I almost didn't come to this hell hole," replies Travis as he gives his stepmother a quick hug before stepping back a bit. Helena nods her head in agreeance as Travis walks up the steps. "Since I am here, I might as well listen to the old fuck about how I am screwing up his damn company," says Travis as he walks up the steps toward his childhood home. The fifty acre land belonged to his grandfather before his father inherited it. Travis will be the next in line to inherit this land and mansion when his old man croaks.

Travis places one foot onto the top as the people gathering outside the house stops and stares at the arrival at the prodigal son. 'What in the fuck are you doing here Travis?" asks a voice in the midst of the crowd. One by one, the crowd disperses as an older gentleman steps through the sea of people. A look of disgust comes across the facial features of Travis. Walter Andrews, the father of Travis and former CEO of Andrews Incorporated before Travis took over after a hostile take over. Ever since then, both men have had bad blood which has culminated in several fist fights and several attempts at doing harmful things to each other.

Walter is also a retired professional wrestler who made a name for himself in Casino Wrestling Entertainment. That was before Travis joined the company and overshadowed his own father. Both men are stubborn to the core and hate to lose. Travis knows how to learn from each loss but his father not so much. Travis is standing at the top as he watches his father walk towards him.

"I thought we could bury the hatchet for once but I guess that's not going to happen," says Travis as he peels his sunglasses off from his eyes. His blue eyes were steaming as he looked at his father with rage building up inside. "I shouldn't have come back to this shit hole. I do have better things to do like kicking some ass in San Bernandino," continues Travis as he takes one look around the area.

Shawna lifts her eyes up from her tablet. "Such a waste of a good party," she says while turning on her heels and walking back down the steps. Travis follows her while pointing at his father.

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What a fucking day this has been huh? My first family meeting and I can't even spend fifteen seconds with my old man. That has to be some kind of record huh. Almost like the record I have facing this nuisance in Joshua Acquin. How many times must I bash in your skull before you get that you are not even in my league? Yes, you did come away with a victory at Inception 2 but who did you actually defeat? Was it someone worth mentioning or was it just another nobody scrub that you like to face to make you look like a badass.

Joshua, I'm beginning to wonder if you actually belong since you disappear so much like a ghost. It's amazing you even know how to win a match since you were gone for so long. While you were gone, I have managed to make myself a bigger name than you can possibly imagine. Let's see, I dominated Synn before he got a few lucky strikes in and beats me. Since you brought up Ruby Rose, I guess it's a fine time to mention she won't be a factor since I fired her ass a long time ago.

That kind of happens when you are so far out of the loop that you don't take the time to study up on your opponents. Take me for example, I know you are tough customer Joshua but I know that when it comes to facing me, you haven't found the right formula to defeat me. I doubt you will find that formula this upcoming Climax Control. Because unlike you, I have more to prove in this match. I have to prove that I can win a match even without any kind of stipulation attached to it.

Now don't think I have forgot about you Leon Black. I admit, there isn't a whole lot I can go on but trust me. It won't mean a damn thing because you are nothing more than a rookie stepping into my ring. You are not worthy to spit shine my shoes but you will be worthy enough to get a lethal dose of Smash Talk for your troubles.

I have tried to tell the world that I'm done with doing things by your rules. It's time to play by my rules and those rules are winning by any means necessary. If you think I'm a joke now then you won't like the punch line. Your time is up boys. Leon will wish his precious minor league was back so he can rule it. Joshua will victim to his own stupidity. The Phenomenon is coming and there is nothing you can do stop it. All you can do is just DEAL WITH IT!!!!!

 
The following is for mature audiences only and may contain content that may make you blush. Viewer Discretion is highly advised.

<p align=right>A rose like no other
Off Camera

Its just another day at the Bismount Building as a large conference type room begins to fill up with different men dressed in business attire. Travis Nathaniel Andrews, the founder and chief executive officer of Bismount International is standing near the front of the room. He is dressed in a light grey Armani suit with Vera Wang dress shoes on his feet. The room itself was big enough to entertain an entire starting offense for the Running Rebels football team. A twenty foot oak wood table was sitting in the middle of the room with fifteen cushion lined chairs placed around it. "Where is everyone?" questions Travis as he glances down at his solid gold Rolex watch resting comfortably on his left wrist.

He was waiting for the rest of the board to file into the room before beginning the weekly board meeting. One by one, the nine members of the board filed into the room. Each member greets Travis with a handshake before taking their respective seats. Some are pouring themselves a cup of black coffee while others are positioning their notes in front of them. "Would you like this door shut sir?" asks Wendy, the main secretary for Travis. A simple nod of his head was all she needed as she bowed at the waist and softly closed the door behind her.

"Thank you all for coming," begins Travis as he stands up straight while fixing the front button on his coat. "You didn't give us much choice on the matter Travis," replies Darren Ward, the director of international law for the company. Travis turns his head slightly while giving Darren a smile. "Oh Darren, I can see we are going to get along so well," Travis retorts with a sarcastic tone in his voice. Darren was new to the company so he really didn't know how these meetings went.

As the meeting gets underway, the sound of footsteps approaching alerts one of the analyst on the floor. A high heel striking the tile floor echoes with each step. A woman with flowing red hair finally enters the room as a loud gasp escapes from the workers. "Where is Travis?" asks Ruby as Wendy looks side to side. "Earth to Wendy," she says again while waving her hand in front of Wendy's face. Wendy's unnatural silence was beginning to annoy Ruby. "Hey bitch feast, where is my hunk of a man?" asks Ruby again while leaning down to glare into Wendy's eyes.

"Mr. Andrews is currently in a very important meeting," a voice rings out as Ruby leans back up. She casually looks over her shoulder to see Shawna Jennings standing there in an emerald colored blouse with a beige pencil skirt and her dirty blonde hair tied up in a ponytail. "Well, I see you finally show up to work Shawna," replies Shawna. "Flattery will get you nowhere with me Ms. Rose," snaps Shawna as she is writing something down on her trusty clipboard.

Shawna quickly gives a smirk to Wendy before stepping away from the desk. She slowly moves toward Shawna and looks down at the clipboard. "Whatcha writing Shawna?" asks a curious Ruby. "I'm jotting down Mr. Andrews's itinerary for the next few months," answers Shawna. Ruby playfully nods her head until it dons on her. "What meeting?" asks Ruby as Shawna lifts her head up.

A strong sigh coupled with a few eye rolls are just the first response from Shawna. "If you must know. Travis called for a meeting with the board to discuss somethings over and to come up with a plan to fix the fuck up you created in Japan," answers Shawna as she looks back down at the clipboard. "What do you mean by that? Ralph Lorenzo was the one who fucked things up. How can Travis call for a board meeting? Doesn't he need my consent?" questions Ruby.

"My brother can do whatever he wants to do with his company," answers a voice as Ruby shifts her head to the side. Ruby looks shocked to see Sandra standing inside the building as a huge gulp goes down her throat. "Sandra, what are you doing here?" asks a nervous Ruby as Sandra is standing there with her arms crossed in front of her chest. "Wendy paged me," answers Sandra. Ruby looks a little frightened as Sandra lunges toward the woman who ruined her birthday. Shawna doesn't seem to notice as the conference room door slowly opens.

"What is going on out here?" shouts Travis as Ruby looks at him. Sandra stands up while fixing her clothes. "Who let you back into MY building?" asks Travis as he points at Ruby. Ruby raises her hands up but Travis waves them away. "Travie, why didn't you call me about this meeting? Am I still the Chief Financial officer of this company?" asks Ruby as she looks into her man's eyes. "I'm sorry Ms. Rose but we can't let a scroundrel like you remain an officer in this company. Per orders from Mr. Andrews, you are hereby stripped of any title you have acquired and must vacate the premises," answers Jessica McKnight, the current Vice President of talent relations. Ruby shakes her head while looking at Travis. "I will not leave until Travie speaks to me," responds Ruby as Travis walks around her.

He reaches the front desk, motions for the phone and stands with half his torso pointed towards the exit. "There is nothing to talk about Ruby. You fucked up my chances to become Internet Champion. You cause an unnecessary drama at my kid sister's birthday party. On top of it all, you stole from me. Now, I'm giving you this one chance to leave on your own or else," replies Travis as he places one hand around the phone. "Are you seriously blaming me for your own fuck ups? What did I steal from you?" Ruby fires back as Travis looks at her. "You stole everything Ruby. First, you stole money from my own personal safe in my home. Second, you stole my plans to build a hotel in Japan. Finally, you stole my victory at Violent Conduct 3. Now you either leave or else," warns Travis as Ruby stands her ground.

Travis shakes his head while picking up the phone. He presses the number one on the keypad as two men dressed in dark blue appear. "Gentlemen, escort this trollop out of my building. Make sure she doesn't come back," orders Travis as he steps away. Sandra steps toward Ruby, lands a hard slap across Ruby's face and runs after her older brother. The two men grab Ruby by the arms as Shawna lifts her head up. "Goodbye bitch," says Shawna as she slowly follows after. Tears are beginning to form in her eyes as Ruby is escorted out of the building.

<p align=right>From Rose colored glasses to a blood colored canvas
On Camera

A monitor showing the variety of security cameras with different angles comes into view as one screen shows Ruby getting dragged out of the building. Another angle shows employees enjoying their lunch while observing their lunch break. One camera looks to have been enlarged as it shows Travis Nathaniel Andrews entering his large office with his arm wrapped around his sister's neck and Shawna slowly entering behind them. A loud sigh escapes from Sandra who plops down onto the leather couch near the farside of the room. A large teakwood desk sits in the middle of the room as Travis slams both hands on top of it. "I'm so sick of getting treated like some washed up has been who can't win a damn match. Shawna, what's on the itinerary today?" asks Travis as he tries to shake what just happened out of his mind.

Travis was still fuming over what transpired at Violent Conduct 3. Travis knew he had Despayre beat but Ruby Rose took that from him. Travis had hoped for another shot but he got shot down from an unlikely source. "The only thing on my schedule is you facing Ben Jordan once again," answers Shawna as Travis's mood begins to change just slightly.

"Ben Jordan vs TNA 3, that is a good start I guess. I mean it's not that troll or that penniless fuck but it will do. Mark Ward had better come to his fucking senses or his going to regret sending a puke face ogre my way. I am quite positive Ben Jordan is going to come waltzing into this much with his nose so far up his own butt that he can't smell the storm that coming towards him. I know Ben is going to say that I love hearing the sound of my own voice and he couldn't be more wrong about that. However, I'm not the one threatening to leave because I'm not getting my way. I mean what is with these bumbling idiots huh. You think just because they win a few championships that they can just joke about leaving. That isn't the sign of a good champion. That's the sign of a lazy champion," Travis states while glancing around the room.

"Ben does hold two victories over you so remember that," reminds Shawna as Travis looks at her.

"You don't have to remind me Shawna but since you brought it up. Ben Jordan needed help from outside sources to defeat me. He couldn't do it in his own. The first match, his pal Drake Greene got involved. The second time it was Brother Grimm. So tell me Shawna, how can a guy who claims to be the best of the best need such treachery to help him win. Let's not forget, the walking drumstick has been wrestling in a tag team for months. Which means his solo legs will wobbly at best. Ben won't have anyone to tag in when his head gets smashed into every turnbuckle that is available. Ben will have to rely on that Cockney spirit of his in order to gain any kind of upper hand against me. I know that I'm brash, cocky and arrogant but dammit I still can go in that ring. I won't need some stupid partner watching my back. I just need my brains against your brawn.

Ben Jordan will come to Climax Control thinking Mark Ward gift wrapped a belated Christmas present in the form of me. That is what you are hoping for anyway right Ben. You want this to be just a present well I got news for ya. You won't like what Mark gave you because instead of an easy victory. He gift wrapped you a devastating defeat. I don't care what Mark Ward says because his golden boy is going to get the same treatment that the old man will get come Inception," Travis pauses in order to catch his breath.

"Travie, do you promise to snap Ben Jordan's leg in half? Could you leave him in a bloody, broken mess?" asks Sandra.

A sly smirk comes across Travis's face as he looks toward his sister.

"Don't you worry Sandra, I plan on driving my foot directly through Ben Jordan's head and crush his puny elf brain under my boots. Jamie Dean won't even be able to identify poor Ben once I get finished mangling his face. I'm done playing by house rules. Starting this Climax Control, I'll be playing by MY rules. What? You assholes got a problem with that. Well, you ass clowns can cry me a fucking river, build a damn bridge and DEAL WITH IT," answers Travis as he walks back over towards Shawna as the camera feed cuts out.

 
The following material is for mature audiences only. It may contain sexual references, strong, persuasive language, alcohol and violence. Viewing discretion is highly advised.

Last time on ANDREWS Television, we witnessed a horrific attack by our hero on the disgruntled child known as Desparye. Months and months of pent up frustration finally came pouring out as the sound of steel pinning flesh echoed throughout the small arena. Despayre didn't know what hit him but i am sure he will never forget it.

<p align=right>Andrews Resdience
Las Vegas, Nevada
Off Camera

Fourty eight hours was how long it took for Travis Nathaniel Andrews and his lovely girlfriend Ruby Rose to arrive back home after spending a few days in beautiful Hawaii. The sandy beaches and the cool, clear water was just what the doctor ordered before his much anticipated match with Despayre at High Stakes VI. The master bedroom was dimly lit as the sounds of heavy breathing can be heard coming from under the door. The moon was just piquing around the midnight hour when Ruby Rose lifts her head up while panting for air.

"Hot damn, that was something I had been needing for quite sometime," compliments Ruby as she hovers over Travis's face. Her long red hair swept across the pillow like a soft mop as Travis was enjoying looking into her piercing blue eyes. "I really do believe this battle with Despayre has worked me up more than those battles with Goth," he replies while holding her body in his arms.

The warmth of her touch was good enough to melt the coldest of hearts as they continued to share a passionate kiss. "I have to admit. Watching you dismantle that poor kid after weeks of leading him on made me really hot and bothered. I could've enjoyed watch you pummel him some mo...," Ruby pauses midsentnce as the silhouette of someone sitting inside the dark catches her eye. "Babe, I think we got a peeping Tom on our hands," she says softly while biting on Travis's upper lip.

He looks at her with confusion racking his face. "What are you talking about honey? There is no one in here but us," he assures her while kissing the base of her neck. Ruby rolls her eyes while pointing towards the silhouette in the corner of the room. Travis follows the direction of her finger as he shrugs his shoulders. "This is why better than porn,"" says a voice as Travis quickly flips on the bedside lamp.

Ralph Lorenzo is sitting in the chair with one leg crossed over the other while tapping both fingers against each of his cheeks. "What the fuck Ralph?" questions Travis as Ruby immediately rushes to cover herself up with multiple bed sheets. "Don't worry, I didn't see much of anything. I just walked into the house and saw this room was dark," answers Ralph as a half smirk forms on the lower portion of his face. His body shifts to the right as he repositions himself. "And did you think that it would be okay to waltz into our bedroom in the middle of the fucking night," Ruby fires back as Travis sits up. His face is mixed between shock and anger as he looks at his best friend.

"How the fuck did you even get in here? I locked the front door," wonders Travis as Ralph chuckles. "You gave me a key to this place remember. Besides, you left the bedroom door half opened so I thought you weren't home," replies Ralph as Travis face palms himself before looking back at Ralph. "That right there is the motherfucking problem Ralph. You thought and what happens when you do any sort of thinking outside of what your supposed to be thinking about," scolds Travis as Ruby scoffs. "I fuck shit up," cowers Ralph as Travis nods his head.

"You hit the nail on the damn head Ralph. If you weren't Travis's best friend then I would have you castrated," threatens Ruby as Ralph gulps. Travis pats her on the hand as he turns to look at her. "Now, now, let's not get to carried away alright. I'm sure Ralph isn't a sick fuck. He just used the wrong part of his brain," mocks Travis as Ralph shifts again in his chair. "Travis, I did have a real reason for being here tonight," says Ralph as he leans forward with both hands clasped together.

The tone in Ralph's voice didn't sound good as Ruby got up out of bed and walked into the bathroom. She closes the door as Travis looks at Ralph. "This better be important otherwise, you are going to have a real bad leather taste left in your mouth," says Travis as his anger hasn't died down yet. "Trav, we got ourselves a situation," replies Ralph.

Travis cocks his head to the side while rolling his eyes. "No shit, did you really think I'll let this sick shit slide?" replies Travis and Ralph just shakes his head. "Im not talking about this Travis. I'm talking about our problem with the Yakuza," responds Ralph as Travis flings the covers back and slings his legs over. His bare feet touch the hardwood floor as Ralph looks away for a minute. "The Yakuza? I thought I told you to take care of it when we were in Japan," says Travis while grabbing his jeans from off the floor and slipping them over the lower half of his body.

The sound of worry comes from deep inside his voice as Ralph looks at him. "I did take care of them but someone within our ranks squealed. The Yakuza wants to meet with you before shit goes south," replies Ralph as Travis walks towards the double glass doors that lead out onto the balcony. His chiseled chest reflects off the gas as he stares out at the slow sunrise happening over the horizon. "I don't have time to deal with all of this shit right now. I have a match to get ready for and this doesn't help a damn thing," says Travis while placing one hand on the door handle.

"I know this is bad timing but the three leaders of the Yakuza will be in Los Angeles next week. They want to meet with the head of our organization," replies Ralph. A soft snarl begins to sound from Travis's lips as he looks over his shoulder at Ralph. "Set up the meeting Ralph and find out who fucking squealed," orders Travis as Ruby steps back out into the master bedroom. Her red hair is tied up in a ponytail as Ralph takes a step closer to the bedroom door. "I will contact them Travis but why do you want the person who squealed?"

Travis turns on his heel to face Ralph as his lower half shows a mean look which is uncharacteristic of Travis. "I'm going to make an example out of him. It's time people understood how the chain of command works around here. Now beat it Ralph and make sure to close the door on your way out," he ordered again as Ruby places her arms around his neck. Ralph gives a slight nod of his head while stepping across the threshold and shutting the door behind him. "Everything alright darling," inquires Ruby as she softly kisses the base of Travis's neck.

Travis nods his head while pointing towards the camera positioned in the corner. "Set her up babe. It's time!" he says as she claps her hands.

<p align=right> Andrews Residence
Las Vegas, Nevada
On Camera *REC

Ruby Rose has just finished setting the camera up as Travis positioned the viewing monitor in front of them so they can see if they need to change the lighting and what not. After getting the right look for what they are about to film, Travis gives her a quick peck on the cheek. "What was that for?" she asks while feeling the coolness from his kiss on her cheek. He just smiled while stepping back towards the center of the shot.

'Good evening pissants and shit worms, it is I your most glorious host of all time. I have been requested to host the best and worst moments of 2016 which doesn't come from any dingle dork fans or some bias Twitter polls that Tommy Knox used to put out which were straight up ghost polls if ya ask me. Now before I get into these moments, allow me to give a quick shout out to all the service men and women who put their bodies on the line so I can send worthless pieces of earth scum to the hospital for months. Thank you AMERICAN soldiers for providing me the freedom and liberty to teach grown ass men how to be a man. Now that I'm done playing a charitable human being. Let's get down business show we. The first section up just happens to be the best moments of 2016. Now these are strictly my own opinion but let's be real without me there really is no true moment worth mentioning here in SCW,"

Travis takes a brief second to pause while looking back at the cute face of Ruby Rose.

"The first moment that belongs on this is when I was the real reason Drake Green retained his world heavyweight championship last Christmas and then again the following climax Control. Now some might think differently but I know for a fact that it was me who provided the true power. Drake Green couldn't do anything without injuring himself. Mark Ward said it best. I am the future of SCW. Not you Drake and not you Sean. I am the true New Supremacy in this company and I have proved it time and time again.

The second moment is when I nearly broke Drake Green's shoulder in half. How did ya like your shoulder in a sling ya fucking bastard? The guy had to make Blaze of Glory all about him. I mean how many times did he tell people that he was there for me but not once did he ever see me. I find that kind of odd but he found me alright. He found my foot upside his head and my forearms breaking the base of his skull.

Now I know what you ass clowns are thinking what does Drake Green have to do with Despayre? Why am I not talking about him? Well, I will get to that pathetic excuse of a man but right now I want to address something that confuses the fuck out of me. Earlier this week, Synn, who is Despy's adoptive father or parental figure, decided to send a tweet out about this match. Now was this tweet about his son no. It was basically reassuring himself and Despy that Mikah Green is going to be at ringside for Despy's match.

I'm not one to judge an old man but seriously Synn shouldn't you be worried about your son having the ability to walk again. Ruby Rose shouldn't even be in your mind but I guess she is doing something right huh. The fact that you are worried about her proves you have zero confidence in your own son. That to me is funny. The child needs someone to help him win a match. You know Despy, I would ask you where your head is at but honestly I don't give two fucks about you. The fact that I manipulated you since Violent Conduct 3 proves how stupid you really are. I mean how do you not see me attacking not one but twice. Everyone had some sort of an idea that I was your perfect challenger but let's be real you had no fucking clue.

I bet you felt the same as J2H when I stepped up to the plate and answered his challenge at Blaze of Glory. You probably felt confused. You probably thought things were to be different. Man, I love playing spoiler to everyone's plans. Despayre will need to refocus his strategy since his knee will be totally fucked thanks to me. Which brings me to the third best moment. The moment where I unleash my rage and frustration and a pathetic inch worm who has no spine. The sound of steel smacking flesh was music to my ears. The sound of your idiot fans screaming and you crying in agony brought happy tears to my eyes,"

Travis pauses again as Ruby steps into the picture.

"Poor, pathetic Despy didn't have an inkling of what was waiting for him last week. He thought his perfect challenger was going to be someone who didn't deserve it. Despy probably was so hyper that he forgot to bring his stuffed bear down to the ring with him. The sound of him screaming like a dying pig was a beautiful sound which was ruined by Mikah. Tell me Mikah, if you were supposed to protect young Despy then why did you wait so fucking long. Did you get lost while fumbling around in the back? Did Drake finally release his weak grip on you so you can save the day?

If you think we don't have plans for you then think again sweet cheeks. You see Travis and I are not dumb or stupid like most people think. Oh no, we are extremely intelligent. For example, I know for a fact Mikah will be in a match before Despy and Travis so I wonder what kind of shape she really will be in when it comes time to deliver. Will she keep me at bay like Synn wants her too? Or will she find herself on a fucking island with nothing to do but watch as her precious Despy is dismantled piece by fucking piece. That could be your fate Mikah because you don't have to worry about just me. Travis has others who will do his bidding while I provide moral support for him. You will be just an added distraction for Despayre so I wonder are you truly helping him or hindering him,"

Ruby adds while placing her arm around Travis's waist.

"That's the number one question you have to ask yourself Despy. Will your best friend Mikah be a helpful hen or a hendrance when this is all said and done? Are you going to have the ability to remain focus on the task at hand and not allow your mind to wonder elsewhere? Like, I know you must be fuming at what Chris Shipman did to your father but in my eyes Synn had that shit coming to him. Synn should learn to be like Paul Ellering or even Ghandi. He should be seen and not heard. I guess that's hard for an old bat like him huh. No matter, I have a great equalizer for his old ass if he were to try and get involved.

You see Despy, this isn't my first rodeo and it damn sure won't be my last. I have been doing this shit for sixteen years and I have knocked heads off of bigger fish. So this puny minnow will be no match for me. There is a reason why I refer to you as the second greatest Internet champion of all time. That's because the greatest Internet champion has yet to be crowned. That right doesn't belong to Goth, Sean Jackson, Rage or even that troglodyte Steve Ramone. Oh no, that right belongs to me. I will be the greatest champion of all time. J2H mentioned the SCW video game coming out. It's funny he thinks I'll be a five across the board but yet my technical skills are beyond his comprehension. Hell, Despy probably is wondering what will I pull out from my bag of tricks. Will I go after that injured leg like a starving prihanna goes after a swimmer? Will I attack another body part and make you asymmetrical? The possibilites are endless with me at the helm but make no mistake Despy. I am done playing it safe. I am done playing the victim. It's time I take what I want and at High Stakes VI I will take the Internet Championship from you.

You know Despy, you had a chance to retain but that chance washed away once your father didn't take me seriously. Your chances have evaporated and the only way you can actually stand a snowball's throw against me is doing three things. Which are build a fucking bridge, cry a damn river and DEAL WITH IT,"

Travis smirks at the camera as Ruby follows with a smirk of her own.

"Catch you bitches on the flip side,"

Both Travis and Ruby let out a maniacal laugh as she jumps into his arms. Travis knocks over the camera as the scene fades.

 
Questions has risen from the stunning actions of one Travis Nathaniel Andrews. Last week on Climax Control 160, Travis made a friendly gesture towards the recently crowned Internet Champion, Desparye. Words were said but it was the slap heard around the world. No questions have been answered by anyone in the Andrews' camp but rest assured those actions did serve a purpose. What purpose? Well, you should watch and find out.

<p align=right>Daily Vlog Entry #1
House of Horrors
Undisclosed Location
On Camera

A dimly lit room comes into view with flood lighting being the only source of light emanating from inside the room. The flood lights are placed on low beam as the silhouette of a man can be seen in the middle of the room. His hands appear to be interlocked together and drooping in the middle of his legs. His head appears to be bent towards the ground with his eyes pointed toward the strange markings carved into the concrete slabs around him.

VOICE: Fear is such an interest concept. For centuries men have sought out to use this emotion against each other for the sole purpose to intimidate one's opponent. Throughout history, fear has been the greatest weapon employed by many and most have seen a great deal of success. Take Hitler for example, the man showered his own people with fear which crept into paranoia. This worked until his country decided to fight back. Once that rational fear is diminished then there is nothing one man can do to extract said emotion again.

The voice takes a minute to catch his breath as more lights begin to fill the room. The man sitting inside the chair is Ralph Lorenzo. The best friend of Travis Nathaniel Andrews has been by his friend's side through thick and thin. He was waiting for Travis to finish some important conference call in the other room and decided to take this opportunity to try his luck at sounding tough. The door opens as Travis steps inside of it. He is wearing a hoodie with a t-shirt and cargo pants.

RALPH LORENZO: What's with the look Travis?

Ralph questions the strange look for his partner as a smirk finds its way across the glossed lips of Travis Nathaniel Andrews.

TRAVIS NATHANIEL ANDREWS: Did you not hear the news from earlier in the week?

Travis answers while looking at his friend with both arms raised high into the air. Ralph shakes his head as Ruby Rose sneaks into the room and leans up against the wall.

RALPH LORENZO: What news are you talking about Trav?

Travis strikes his forehead with the palm of his hand while keeping his index finger and scratching across the tiny wrinkles beginning to form.

TRAVIS NATHANIEL ANDREWS:I have somewhat of a huge challenge placed in front of him this Sunday for Climax Control 161. For just the second time ever, I will step inside the ring with the disgusting troglodyte known simply as Chris Shipman. The man is five eggs short of a full dozen if you know what I mean.

Ralph nods his head halfway while shaking it the other half.

RALPH LORENZO: No, I am not quite following the tracks you are laying down.

RUBY ROSE: He is talking about the lack of intelligence Shipman has shown towards Travis. The guy truly believes he will walk out with a win under his boot. How delusional does one have to be when speaking such lies and deceit?

After a few minutes of awkward silence, Travis steps further into the room. His facial expression not changing at all nor is it showing any sign of fear.

TRAVIS NATHANIEL ANDREWS: Chris Shipman can spew all the false truths he so desires. He will just suffer the same fate James Tuscini was dealt two weeks prior to Violent Conduct 3. James Tuscini thought I would quiver in my boots but I proved to be too much for him to bear. He couldn't handle being out played by a man who is superior in every way possible. I have never needed a championship to tell me how dominant I can become in this industry. All I needed was my superior intellect along with my extraordinary abilities in the technical game. Our friend Chris Shipman would rather turn this into a battle of nutrition which would be the worst thing he could do et this juncture.

Ever since Violent Conduct 3, I made a promise to myself that everyone who steps into that ring with me will realize that I am not joke. They will realize that when I win a match its not out of pure luck. Chris Shipman has some tremendous goals but how will he achieve them. He disappears for lengthy periods of time without any sort of warning, he just up and leaves without a trace. Tell me, is that the kind of champion this company needs. J2H is the same exact way. They demand so much but give only little. Where as I give so much of myself but receive very little. When was the last time I had a truly one on one championship match. When did I face someone worth a damn and not some walking pen cushion. Chris Shipman will find himself in his own little house of horrors.

The room suddenly turns into a well lit room with posters, pictures and other memorabilia from all of the famous psychopaths in history. Ted Bundy, Son of Sam, Leatherface, Al Capone, Jason and Freddy Kruger all line the room with small captions under neath them.

TRAVIS NATHANIEL ANDREWS: These faces are only a sample of all the greatest butchers of all the world. Each man has their own story may it be real or fictional. However, they all have one thing in common with you Chris Shipman. They can be stopped. I believe your record speaks for itself Chris. When rules are involved Chris, you can't deal. You make mistake after mistake because your brain is wired to be a rule breaker. You thrive on the need to bash one's skull into a thousand pieces with just a brick. That is your strength Chris and that's nothing to be ashamed of. That is unless you are stepping into my element.

If this was a hardcore match then this matxh would be in your wheelhouse but I would still enter it the same as right now. I don't fear you Chris. I will never fear a man who tells false lies just to make himself feel wanted. This is my proving ground. It will prove that I should have left Violent Conduct 3 as a champion but this Sunday. I will be more than happy to make you my constellation prize. I am one another level than you could fathom Chris. I have agility, speed, grit and the attitude to back it up. You may be looking to dismantle me and scatter my insides all over the Arizona desert. However, it will be I who leaves you a broken vessel. Your blood will not stain the canvas for it shall sharpen the announce desk. Your limbs will be limper than a wet noodle. James can bitch about my money, Despy can whine about the strong hand of God that struck him across that innocent face of his and you can spew nonsense until you are as blue in the face as one third of the Blue Man Group.

The fact that your silly house of horrors will crash all around you should be a clue that I mean business. Shipman, your win from Violent Conduct 3 will be erased as I look to wipe you off the face of this earth. There is only one thing you can do from this point forward. Cry me a damn river, build a fucking bridge and DEAL WITH IT!

The three individuals look at each other before a hand reaches around towards the lens. The scene fades as Travis takes a seat on the cool metal desk in the corner.

 Previously on Andrews Television, we saw a brief video of Travis Nathaniel Andrews speaking out on his upcoming chance to become the next SCW Roulette Champion. That video was shot on location outside of Canada. Thus our sources have come to terms on Travis Nathaniel Andrews' whereabouts from last week.


The following contains an act of violence, a look into the criminal enterprise of Travis Nathaniel Andrews and very strong language. The viewer discretion is highly advised.

<p align=right>September 13, 2016
Sri Lanka
Off Camera

The hot sun was beaming down onto the surface as Travis Nathaniel Andrews is standing just outside one of his many hotels in the main city of Sri Lanka. Colombo, Sri Lanka has always been a second home for Travis has he has helped this country with its financial arrangements. The people inside the city have always been so welcoming towards Travis and Ruby. Most places he is treated like an outside but here he is treated like a prince. Most of the time this would be a social reason for Travis to be in Sri Lanka but this just happened to be the one time it was strictly business.

Travis was standing on the street corner wearing a pair of designer jeans, a t-shirt with his leather jacket over it and his sunglasses protecting his eyes from the harmful UV Rays put out by the sun. He is standing there with Ruby right by his side. "I really don't want to do this," he tells Ruby while running a hand across his forehead. "I understand babe but sometimes we all must do things we regret," she consoles him while placing a hand on his shoulder.

Travis gave her a slight nod of his head while feeling his thigh vibrating from his phone. He pulls it out while checking the caller id. "It would appear Ralph has some good news for once," he says with a slight smile on his face while swiping to take the call. "I hope so. I can't stand being out in this dreadful sun any longer," replies Ruby while stepping back underneath the awning to stay out of direct sunlight.

Travis chuckles a bit while placing the phone up to his ear. "What you got Ralph?" he asks while moving a few steps away from the nearest set of ears. "This guy isn't talking Travis," he answers while breathing heavily into the phone. A look of anger crosses his face as Travis slides his hand down across his face. "That's not what I wanted to hear Ralph," responds Travis with a little more anger tucked behind each word.

Ralph took his time to come up with a better response since he was standing in a locked room with Zachary Burns. Zachary Burns was supposedly part of a coup who was stealing money from all of Travis' hotels here in Sri Lanka. It began in the capital city then moved to Colomba. This wouldn't be the first time someone was trying to rob from Travis but he was hoping to catch them this time. "Travis maybe you should come down here and try to get this cocksucking prick to confess," replies Ralph as he stands off to the side. Zachary was slumped over a bit with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

"Can you keep him awake before I get there?" asks Travis as he turns to look at his beautiful girlfriend Ruby Rose. Ruby was well aware of how Travis managed his business and waved her hand at him. "You bet," replies Ralph as he quickly hangs up. Travis shakes his head as a silver sedan pulls up to the curve. Without saying a word, he gives Ruby a slight nod of his head before getting into the car.

The car drove for approximately thirty five minutes before pulling outside of a night club he also owned in Colomba. Travis steps out of the vehicle while making sure he tucked his colt .45 in the rear waistband of his jeans. The man outside opens the employee entrance door and Travis steps over the threshold. The sound of fists landing on bare skin echoed through the club as Travis rounded the corner. "Has he spoken yet?" he asks while standing two feet away. Ralph turns his head to see his best friend and shakes his head.

"Not a fucking word," says Ralph as Travis moves to the side of Ralph. Zachary lifts his head as his right eye was swollen shut from the constant beating. "If it isn't the boss man," Zachary mockingly states while spitting blood onto the floor in front of them. "You should be thanking me Zachary because these fine people of Sri Lanka were looking to string you up the nearest flagpole and watch you rot in the sun," says Travis as he moves closer towards Zachary.

"Like I told your friend, I ain't saying nothing," he says as Travis laughs while turning to look at Ralph. After a second, he brings the back of his right hand across Zachary's cheek as blood squirts out of his mouth. Travis then grabs the poor guy by his long, scruffy hair and yanks him back up. "Unlike my friend here, I'm not above ripping your fingers off one by one. Now you will tell me where your friends are and where you have my fucking money," demands Travis.

"Go to hell," responds Zachary as Travis leans back up. He feints another laugh before striking with a hard closed right fist which lands squarely on his nose. The soft sound his nose breaking underneath his fist causes a slight smirk to etch itself across Travis' lips. "You broke my fucking nose," screams Zachary as blood pours out of both nostrils. "I'm going to do much more than this if you don't tell me what I want to fucking know," replies Travis as he looks directly into the man's eyes. Ralph is standing near the back with a smile on his face when the vibration of Travis' phone nearly scares him out of his boots.

He takes a minute to look at the caller id before answering it. "What's up Ruby?" asks Ralph as he turns slightly to avoid his voice being detected by Travis. "Ralph, where is Travis?" she answers with a question of her own as Ralph begins to stammer. "He's sort of busy at the moment," he finally spits out as a heavy sigh comes across the phone. "Travis needs to either get back here or find someone to film him," she says with a hint of concern in her voice.

"Why what's up?" he asks with confusing racking his face. "James Tuscini just posted a pretty gnarly promo for the impending roulette championship match which Travis is also involved in and he needs to make a rebuttal," answers Ruby. "What is this Tuscini saying anyway? Didn't Travis beat him the last time they fought?" asks Ralph. "Yes but this is a chance for Travis to finally gain something that has eluded him so fucking long and it's about damn time he earned it," answers Ruby as she continues to listen to James Tuscini's promo.

Ralph takes a deep breath and hangs up on Ruby Rose. He takes another minute before walking up behind Travis as he was in the middle of beating the living hell out of Zachary. "This bastard isn't going to talk so put him with the others until he is ready," orders Travis as he steps back a bit. His right hand is covered in Zachary's blood as he turns to face Ralph. "What's wrong with you?" He asks him while raising one eyebrow up. "Ruby just called. She says you need to shoot an impromptu promo for your match upcoming," says Ralph as Travis snatches his phone out of Ralph's hand.

"Don't you worry about that Ralph. I got a perfect idea for those two ingrates," says Travis as he watches his men drag Zachary Burns out of the main floor.



<p align=right>September 22, 2016
Outskirts of Ottawa, Canada
On Camera

Days have passed since Travis' trip to Sri Lanka, despite it being unfruitful on a personal level. On a professional level, it was rewarding as he was able to fully understand his opponents and what they could possibly the thinking come Sunday night. Ruby Rose was standing in the park just across the street of their hotel as she is holding a go pro camera in her hand.

"Good evening Sin City Wrestling, it is I, your most must see superstar standing outside here in the beautiful city of Ottawa. Violent Conduct 3 is really shaping up to be quite possibly the best night for all of professional wrestling. You have deserving people getting what they hav earned and you have undeserving troglodytes trying to make themselves feel worthy enough to even be included on such an historic card.

How can this card be historic you ask? Well for starters, you have Dmitri looking to unseat the most undeserving world champion we have had in this company since Goth. It's no secret how boring J2H has been as world champion. He has everyone bowing down to kiss his ass. He has everyone singing his damn praises but yet they forget about him being non-existent last year. People forget that he was nothing more than Brother Grimm's bitch. Now, I will say he has done more for that belt than Goth ever could do but let's face facts. One on one, J2H couldn't beat me even if he tried.

The same could be said about Johnny Tsunami. The current Roulette champion who I believe didn't deserve it. I mean how can a guy who gets beat on a daily basis get lucky to be come a champion. When you look at it, I find it incredibly insulting to say the least. Johnny Tsunami doesn't even take this company seriously and yet he gets rewarded with a championship. Whereas I have carried this company on my motherfucking back since the day one of my arrival. I have faced practically everyone on this roster. I have proven beyond the shadow of doubt that I can make a show better. Just look at the ratings of Climax Control. When I am on the show no matter if I'm competing or not, I make the show better. Johnny Tsunami can't even bother to open his fucking mouth without inserting some type of drug. Is that who you want to respresent this company as a champion?

Luckily, I don't plan on letting his reign of mediocrity last much longer as I will eradicate him from the notion of even being known as champion. Johnny will indeed be back on the bottom where he fucking belongs. The only person in this match I will be glad to beat once again is James Tuscini.

Jimmy boy, you must love referencing pop culture so much these days huh. From admitting that you listen to Taylor Swift to the fact you would use a song from Demi Lovato. Clearly, I rattled your brain pretty fucking good the last time we fought. Since I beat you clean without the need of anyone else, that means I am clearly one up on you but that means nothing to me. I don't care if you keep score because quite frankly it proves just how pathetic you are Jimmy.

I beat you twice and both times were when you weren't champion. Imagine that but now I get to right the wrong that happened the climax control after Summer XXXtreme. In case your caterpillar size brain can't quite grasp what I'm saying then maybe I should speak in the language you are more familiar with these days.

Suddenly a voice appears in the video.

This Sunday, James Tuscini and Johnny Tsunami will embark on their own personal game of Survivor where they will encounter a cutthroat individual who is willing to sacrifice everything he possesses in order to obtain the one thing that has eluded him for a long time. Johnny Tsunami will be marooned on an island with no possibility of escape and James Tuscini will be placed on a Blacklist.

Both men will soon find out that Travis Nathaniel Andrews is not the man you want to fuck with these days. As he looks to damage both men in ways you never thought was possible. Johnny Tsunami will be dreaming that a smooth criminal would take him out but instead all he found was a thriller. Tsunami will soon find refuge in the arms of Sasha Fierce but unfortunately those arms will be waiting by his hospital bed.

As for the man who claims to be a 'superior' talent, he will soon suffer a fate much worse than death. He will find out that Travis Nathaniel Andrews is more than confident in his abilities as he proved the last time you faced off. James Tuscini will soon realize that he is just another man living in a fantasyland with no hint of reality. Luckily, Travis Nathaniel Andrews will provided him with the necessary jolts to knock him back into civilization.

A slight pause comes across as Travis returns to the screen.

Did that give you some clarity into what awaits you on Sunday? James Tuscini you will need to pray that you receive a standard rules match because that's the only hope you have in regaining the Roulette championship. I have let it slip through my fingers one too many times and this Sunday will not be another failed attempt. I will scratch, claw, bite, kick, punch, bieed, sweat, cry and even shit myself in order to gain my first championship gold here in SCW.

Are you willing to go the distance James? Are you ready to rumble Johnny? I really hope you both are because if you don't then you will soon realize that I am more than the must see superstar. You both will soon realize that I am radioactive.

You don't like the fact that I will walk out of Violent Conduct 3 and leave Ottawa the new Roulette Champion. Well, I have a solution for you. Build yourself a fucking bridge, cry me a damn river and DEAL WITH IT.

 
The following may contain strong language and imagery not suitable for children. Viewer discretion is advised

<p align=right>Dont count me out
On-Camera

The moment Climax Control 159 was announced Travis Nathaniel Andrews was sitting in his three story home in Las Vegas, Nevada. He was sitting behind his oak desk with a glass of brandy to the right of him. Ruby Rose was sitting on the leather couch in front of him going over a few numbers before their next board meeting. Ever since he took over Andrews Inc, the company has soared into new financial heights. Heights his father only wished he could have reached.

As they are crunching numbers, a small ding pops from his computer as Travis turns his head towards it.

"What the fuck?" he asks while placing a hand on the mouse. He places it onto the scroll bar and moves the bar down to show an email from Mark Ward. "Looks like Mark sent me an email honey," he says while clicking onto the title.

"What does it say babe?" asks Ruby as she places her paperwork down and leans back on the couch. Her luscious red hair falls to one side of her body as Travis gets a little distracted by her.

The email opens up as Travis glances down at it. A slick smirk forms across his lips as Ruby tilts her head to the side. "That smirk means one thing. You have a match," she says with a cheerful tone to her voice. Travis nods his head while reading the entire email. "Yes, I have a match with that annoying flea named James Tuscini," replies Travis as he also notices an attachment on the email.

Travis clicks on the attachment as a promo video from James Tuscini begins to play. The voice of his Uncle Pinky comes over the speakers as Ruby immediately tries to shield her ears from his horrible voice. "What in the hell is that?" she asks. "It's some weird promotional video James Tuscini made with his idiot Uncle. I swear it seems James is still hung up on how I defeated him in his third match with Sin City Wrestling," answers Travis as he pauses the video.

The falls silent as Ruby uses her index finger to clean her ears out. "Thank the heavens that annoying pest is off. James just couldn't believe that you were superior in that night. So in order for him to sleep at night he has to make an excuse for why he sucked," says Ruby as she crosses one leg over the other. Travis simply nods his head while leaning back in his own chair.

"I find it to be pathetic that in order to make him sound intelligent that he has to drudge up the past. When you play that match back James, it was you who sent me into the referee. So you should blame yourself for your own misfortune. As for our second match against each other, yes you did win but that doesn't prove a damn thing. Cause you see James, each time we fought. I gave you more than you bargained for in the wrestling aspect but of course you don't remember that do you. You are only focused on outcomes," begins Travis as Ruby is listening.

"How many times must I say that I don't need a championship to know that I'm a superior athlete? How many times must I prove it? Every time my back is forced into a corner or I'm stuck against the wall. That is when I'm most dangerous. Everyone wants to write me off thinking I can't win a damn match. James Tuscini thinks he is just going to walk all over me this time around well I got a newsflash for you James. You won't be doing any walking in this match. Let me explain why that won't happen so your pea size brain can fully understand. Last week, you was in a grueling ladder match.

As everyone is aware, you lost that match to a guy who shouldn't have been in that match in the first place. That's a topic for another discussion but that's not my point. My point is James. You aren't at one hundred percent. You can spin any tale you want to help you sleep but in the end. You will be placed in a predicament like our first match. That predicament being on your back while I stand over you. That is your reality. You are living in a fantasy world and trust me James I will knock you back into reality. You can say whatever you want but fact is fact. I was the one who ended your first undefeated streak and I promise you James. I will do it again.

How will I do it exactly? I'm going to do it by wrestling my game. Playing to my strengths and giving you a length dose of your own medicine. There is a reason Tommy Knocks says that I'm an underrated superstar here in SCW. It's because people like you James needs to feel important. You may have the outcome you want seared into your brain but I promise you that won't be the outcome come Sunday.

There is a major reason why I am Mr. TNA and that's the intensity I bring every time I step into that ring. My level of confidence continues to grow each time I step out onto that stage. When those people are booing their hearts out at me. That's when I'm most happy. I could careless if those fans are chanting my name because I don't do this for them. I do this for me. I do this for my spotlight. It's no secret that I'm the most sought after superstar here in SCW. Just look at me James. I am the epitome of greatness. I don't need a championship to be Mr. SCW. For I am Mr. SCW and no one will take that away from me. Not you. Not J2H. I will be a champion one day and when I am the champion. Then the Attitude Era will sore to new heights. Until then, I will take solace in the fact that I gave you the first back to back loss of your career James Tuscini.

I know you are going to make sure that doesn't happen but James it will happen. How do I know it will happen? Because I always deliver on my promises. Now, you can continue to complain about how I beat you the first time but the second time will be just as sweet. So you can continue to cry James but I beg you. Build a fucking bridge first before you cry a river and just DEAL WITH IT," he finishes as Ruby had gotten up from the couch and moved behind Travis. Her hands move slowly down his chest as she grins.

"I don't think James Tuscini stands a chance in a monkey Pitt this Sunday. He thinks he's facing a broken man but he is facing a pissed off man. A man who deserves more than he has been given. A man who does so much for SCW but gets nothing in return. What have you done James? Besides giving prestige back to the roulette championship. Have you been to multiple press conferences in multiple countries? I don't think so. My man does that and so much more. It's why he is the most must see superstar in SCW history and come Sunday your ass will me pushing daisies. Luck is for the weak so James good luck because you will need it," adds Ruby as Travis is smiling from ear to ear.

"See you on Sunday. If you make it that long," says Travis as Ruby gives him a kiss while the scene slowly fades.

 The studio audience was just beginning to pour into their seats as Ruby Rose is sitting in the back. She is having her makeup done with the makeup artist as the director makes his way over to discuss how the events were going to go for the show.

"Alright, we are about to go live in twenty minutes. Where is Travis?" asks the director while pulling back his sleeve to check his watch.

"Travis does what he wants and he will be here," answers Ruby as she tilts her head back so the artist could finish the job.

The director inhaled just a little while walking back towards Jimmy's dressing room. This wasn't the first time Travis had been late for a talk show but it would make for excellent television. After a few minutes the door swings and Travis comes walking in holding a cup of Starbucks.

"Alright people, let's get this show on the road. I need to get ready for my big match on Climax Control," he says while moving past the makeup chair. He seemed to be in a good mood as the director walks up to him.

They discuss the show perameters as Travis just sips on his coffee. "Look pal, I know how to move with the cameras. I am in show business and I wrestle on a daily basis. Now can we hurry this up, I have to shut a dog face gremlin up about his lucky title defenses," says Travis while showing an undeniable confidence about him. His face lights up when he sees Jimmy Fallon walk out of his dressing room.

Travis snickers while ignoring the director's comments.

"Look Jack, I don't give a damn what kind of schedule you have or who you have on this show. I am the most important person right now. Do you understand? I am headlining Climac Control once again. This time it's against a man I have beaten once. A man who continues to bring up the fact that Steve Ramone got involved. I didn't ask for that numb skull to get involved James but you knew the risks of being in a match while feuding with him.

I mean Steve isn't known for being the brightest bulb in the package but at least he is smarter than your recent string of undesirables. I mean how many times were you going to face the same people you have already beaten. It must have been tiring for you James. I know for me it wasn't difficult seeing how I knew when it came to us getting back into that ring. You would bring up how the match ended but fail to acknowledge the result. The fact is I beat you James. When everyone failed, I succeeded. Now, I finally get the one opportunity to shut every doubter up. I get to teach Tommy Knocks who is truly the best technical wrestler on this roster.

James is going to find out just how tough I can be in that ring and rest assured your title reign will be in major jeopardy. I didn't beat two hacks just to squander this chance. I didn't come back just to be considered second best. I am the whole fuxking show and James you will receive a major blow to your confidence. I know you like to apply submissions but that didn't work last time. Last time, you tried everything under the sun but I fought back. I took everything you gave but at the end of the day it wasn't enough. How will it make you feel if I do it again? Well that will be answered as we hit the great white north. James Tuscini, your run as Roulette Champion is over," he says while moving away from the director. The director scratches his head while shrugging his shoulders.

Ruby Rose places her hand on her man's shoulder as they wait to be introduced. "What are you going to do about that dirty old man hanging around ringside?" she asks while nibbling on his ear. Travis places a hand on hers while looking at her.

"If that old bastard does try anything then I will have more reason to snap James Tuscini like a fucking twig. He thinks I'm going to lie down and let him just continue this magical run of his. Well, he has another thing coming because I don't lie down for no one. If James wants to win then he will have to bring his dog face gremlin ass to that ring and prove it. I know that my A game will be brought. I will also bring my b, c, d, e and every other letter of the alphabet game. I'm coming with every ounce of intensity, every ounce of blood in my body, every ounce of sweat and every tear that I will shed. I am willing to go to any links just to claim that belt. Don't believe me James. Ask your boys Goth and Casey Williams. Ask Matt Spears. Ask Markus Reeves.

When my mind is set on something I will not hold anything back and trust me James. The outcome will remain the same. You will be looking up as I'm standing over you with the Roulette championship in my hand. That will be the scene James. It's not smoke and mirrors. It's not a guessing game. It's real James and you will just have to DEAL WITH IT," he says with a chuckle.

He gives her a kiss before walking out onto the set. The scene fades as the fans go wild.  

 "Who said you could touch any of my possessions?" Travis asks again as Jason looks down to see his hand on the oak wood table. Jason was still trying to figure out what to say for the first question but didn't expect a second question so quickly.

"This is a sit down interview Travis so I would have to be in your home," replies Jason as Travis blankly stares at him.

"Why do you even want to have this interview now?" asks Travis as he takes off his coat and gives Ruby a kiss on the lips.

"Next week, we are going to be a cruise for seven days which means I will be able to catch some very cool Pokemon. Plus, i doubt you will be doing much interviews since you will be preparing for your big match," answers Jason as he moves into the living room. Travis and Ruby look at each other before bursting into laughter.

Jason looks back at them wondering what was so funny.

"Did I miss something?" he asks while looking for a place to set up. Travis decides to help him.

"You missed the part where Travis is going to dominate those two idiots and get back into the hunt for the Roulette Championship," answers Ruby as she plops down onto the couch. Travis joins her as Jason finally takes a seat in a chair directly in front of them.

"How can you be so confident that he can pull it off? No offense, he has tried every time to get the belt and failed miserably. How can this time be any different?" asks Jason as Travis takes a minute to look at Ruby before turning back towards Jason.

"How can I not be confident? Have you seen who I have been slated to face at Summer XXXtreme 4? I am facing two dweebs who recently tried to wrestle the Roulette championship away from James Tuscini but failed. I mean how can these guys get beat by the most bland champion in the history of this company. James has no substance. He is just another Indy guy who will turn into a flash in the pan. That's who Equinox was which is why he is no longer around. Don't you see it Jason, this is finally my time to shine and I am going to make it count," answers Travis as his cockiness is shining through with each word he speaks. Jason is trying very hard to be objective but he knows Travis is the master at talking.

"Why do you find James Tuscini bland? Also, what are your thoughts on J2H?" asks Jason as Travis leans forward just a tad while resting his elbows on his legs.

"Jason, why did you ask me about that scum bucket? What in the blooming onion does he even have to do with this interview? J2H is nothing more than a rich boy still playing dress with his father's clothes. He will soon realize that his entire world is going to crumble all around him and he will be the one to blame. As for James, he has no character. He is just another guy trying to make himself look cool. Why haven't I gotten a title shot yet huh? Long before he even won the Roulette Championship, I beat him in the middle of the ring. I am certain I can do it again," answers Travis as Jason just nods his head.

"You do realize you have Markus Reeves and Matt spears standing in your way right. How will you combat Markus' height advantage? What can we expect you to do against Matt Spears?" asks Jason.

"How tall is Casey Williams? Seven feet tall right? What has happened to him each time we fight? Oh yeah, I whip his ass like there is no tomorrow. If I can do that against him then imagine what I will be able to do against Markus Reeves. It's no secret he does have a height and weight advantage but that's all he has on me. I have the experience on my side. I have the best technical wrestling game anyone has every seen. If Markus isn't careful then I could snap his chicken legs in half and uses them as weapons to beat Matt Spears into submission. I will do the same to that blubbering idiot Matt Spears. How many times is he going to continue getting these opportunities only to squander them. At least make yourself look legit. Don't act like someone else because that shit is really old. I am sure those two are researching me and getting some great dirt on me. Like how am I even in this match. Why should I get a title shot? That is simple.

It's because I am the Most Must See superstar on the damn roster. J2H can claim that he puts asses in seats but trust me. Every time my name is on the marquee the place is sold out in a matter of seconds. I am the reason Climax Control is the hottest thing on television. I am the sole reason the Roulette Championship even has credibility. Markus Reeves has no clue what I can do in that ring. Matt Spears is going to wish I had stayed away. No matter what Jason, Summer XXXtreme is going to be wild," answers Travis as his confidence continues to grow. Jason is starting to agree as Ruby adds her two cents.

"Tommy Knocks, the voice of the Hotwire, continues to sing Travis's praises because of his wrestling ability. If you were to break my man down, then you will see that he may talk the talk but he can back it up. Can Markus Reeves do that? What about Matt Spears? Both men started out hot but now they are ice cold," says Ruby as she gives a smirk.

"It's going to get even colder for those two knuckleheads because I am not coming to play kid games. I am not coming to Summer XXXtreme with just my girl. I coming as the total package. I am coming with the tenacity of a pit bull, the attitude of a jaguar, the poise of a leopard and stealth of a cheetah. I have the technical game locked up but it's going to be my aggression that truly takes control. Markus Reeves and that sad sack Spears won't have an answer for it. All they will have to do is pray to their gods for mercy but in reality they will just have to......," Travis pauses for dramatic effect.

"DEAL WITH IT!" he finishes as Jason closes his notebook. Before he can say another word, Ruby glares at him as Travis removes his sunshades.

"Now get the fuck out of my house!" demands Travis as Jason quickly jumps to his feet and scurries out of the house. The scene slowly starts to fade as Ruby lays her head against Travis' shoulder.

 

This wasn't what Candy had in mind when she decided to return to SCW. She was hoping to face that mask wearing freak but instead she got the sister. The boring, unoriginal sister.

{Candy Overton}
You are seriously asking for it Blanca. I didn't want to do this but you leave me no choice.

The words spoke by Candy carried some weight behind them. She doesn't seem to be thrilled about the recent development either by the mystery vignette.

{Candy Overton}
Who keeps making these weird vignettes that continue popping up. Are you behind them Blanca? It would make sense seeing how you and Zuri love playing mind games. Well I am done playing games. I didn't come to Climax Control to be embarrassed. I came to send your sister back to the Stone Age.

I guess I will have to make an example out of you. I am undefeated at Summer XXXtreme. Last year, I walked away as the number one contender to the Bombshell Roulette Championship. This year, I plan to crush Blanca Chastain. Now let's see, that would mean Crystal Hilton, Jessie Salco, Twisted Sister and you would be victims to some very bad Tooth decay. Man, I would hate be your dentist. Then again, I would hate to be you period.

Candy smirks while letting out a sigh of confidence as the video goes black.