Last time on Andrews Television, we witnessed the historic defeat of one Chris Shipman. The tale has been told thousands of times with each story making more sense by the minute. This week, our hero returns to the six sided ring to face three men in hopes to garner more momentum towards High Stakes. With hopes of finally beating this championship drought.

<p align=right> Vlog Recording

The road to High Stakes has gotten off to a great start for one Travis Nathaniel Andrews. He has bounced back from his disappointing loss at Violent Conduct 3. It first began with his tainted congratulations speech towards the child of SCW known the world over as Despayre. It's no secret Andrews despising almost everyone who isn't him. He has chosen to go the less conventional method into securing what he wants and that is championship gold. In Travis's mind he is the sole reason Climax Control has been worth anything for the past two years. Every since his arrival, he has been outspoken about his position and why he has yet to be a champion. Now as the Halloween Special was approaching, Travis thought it would be amazing to visit an abandoned funhouse.

RUBY ROSE: Are you sure about this babe?

Ruby asks Travis as they walked down an embankment belonging to a very dark river bed. The sun was beginning to set in the distance as a sick, twisted grin appeared on the face of Travis.

TRAVIS NATHANIEL ANDREWS: Yes, my dear Ruby. In order to truly understand what makes this night so fucking special other than its a perfect night for my candy stores to make a gazillion dollars selling brats a shit ton of candy just to satisfy their sweet tooths. Walking through this funhouse will get me in the right frame of mind for whatever the powers that be has in store for me and the three faces of horror.

The breeze slowly begins to pick up as Ruby's red locks are flowing in the wind. Her hands are firmly wrapped around both her biceps as they run up and down on them. Her teeth are beginning to chatter together as she tucks herself inside Travis's body.

TRAVIS ANDREWS: What's wrong babe?

He asks with a look of concern on his face. The funhouse wasn't to far up the road as they took a minute to stop. Ruby glanced up at him.

Ruby Rose: If you wanted to bash a clown's skull into tiny little clown fragments then I would jump right in with you. If you wanted to make fun of the chubby little dweebs who walk into your candy store then I would do that with great pleasure. But this? Do you truly think walking through some funhouse which could be covered with cobwebs, have live bats and other creepy things is just not you. That's something Chris Shipman would do just for the hell of it. You are about the finer things in life. You have enough money to make people come do this for you so please explain why this is so important.

The words just jumped off of Ruby's tongue like twin headed daggers going into a dragon's neck. Each word had meaning behind them and each word hung in the air without a nail. Travis stood there still as a plank. His mind was running a thousand miles per hour without showing signs of stopping. He looks at Ruby and drags his hand through his hair.

Travis Andrews: You want to know why this is so important. You of all people shouldn't be questioning my motives Ruby. You have been there with me when my own father belittles me in front of everyone. My own twin brother wants nothing to do with me even though we share the same hatred for our father. This match isn't just a match for me Ruby. It's my way of proving that I am what I say I am. Everyone has been talking about my nonchalant way of challenging Despayre for the Internet Championship. They think all of these people I have lined up to challenge him is some sort of test. Despayre doesn't need help when it comes to winning gold. Do you know why? It's because he is Christian Underwood's go to party planner. Despayre has received more opportunities then I have and it's really starting to piss me the fuck off.

As Travis was speaking, he began walking towards the direction of the funhouse. Ruby followed him until he stopped to look at her again. His eyes were filled with so much rage that it nearly frightened her. It hasn't been documented but Travis does have a mean streak which seems to have manifested himself in the recent weeks. It first started after Violent Conduct 3 when he failed to capture the Roulette Championship yet again.

Ruby Rose: Travie, you don't have to prove anything to anybody. Mark Ward knows how valuable you are to this company. He wouldn't have hand picked you to be the fourth member of The New Supremacy. If you think about it, you are the only member of that group to remain. Drake Green and Sean Jackson have bailed. They left. Mark Ward wants real champions again and something tells me he wants you to be the leader. So can we please go back home? This place is giving me the willies.

A slight smirk falls across the lips of Travis as he looks at his beautiful girlfriend.

TRAVIS NATHANIEL ANDREWS: If you want to turn back then go for it Ruby. I'm not forcing you to follow me but this is something I have to do for myself. I am not going to face those three baboon butts without preparing myself for whatever is thrown at me. This is a Halloween special babe which means anything can and will happen. Two of my opponents already have an advantage over me. The advantage isn't wrestling based obviously since neither one of them could wrestle themselves out of a wet paper bag. I'm talking about them having faces that only a baboon would love.

Ruby chuckles a bit at the descriptive way Travis described Chris Shipman and Andrew Garcia. She hesitated for a minute on what she wanted to do before making a bold choice and stepped right up into Travis's face.

RUBY ROSE: I already came this far with you. It would pain me not to hear what you have to say about Steve Ramone and his entire entourage. Plus, I want to hear more about how this Chris Shipman is going to find himself in another scenario where he will have to tap out.

Ruby plants a soft kiss on the lips of Travis before walking ahead of him. Her gait had changed just slightly as a pervish smirk floats across the lips of Travis.

TRAVIS NATHANIEL ANDREWS: Can you believe it? This is my third or fourth meeting with Steve Ramone in the ring and each time it has turned out to be a complete waste of my time. I mean seriously does he ever come up with something original. First he brings out two idiots who were probably rejected by Rob Zombie. I would imagine they sucked as musicians which is why they tried their hand at being bodyguards. Unfortunately, they drew the less imposing guy in all the world. Steve Ramone is the real reason people shouldn't have drunken sex. I mean just look at him. The guy dresses like some rejected 70s character with a failed model as his valet. Steve seems to be more focused on making sex tapes than proving why he should be in another title match. I mean how many title matches has this cry hole had anyway. How many times did he cry foul afterwards? Well, I will be sure to make him cry a lot more after I send him back to the rejected era he is impersonating.

A cackle explodes out of Ruby as she looks over her shoulder at her man. Her eyes are sizing him up as he moves behind her.

RUBY ROSE: What about Andrew Garcia?

Travis stops midstride and looks up at Ruby.

TRAVIS NATHANIEL ANDREWS: I am sorry. Who in the bloody hell is Andrew Garcia? What has he done to deserve to be in the ring as me? Why is he even mentioned in the same breath as me? Andrew Garcia is the reason why women shouldn't date elephants. The guy makes me sick to my stomach and it has nothing to do with his sexual orientation. How he spends his nights is of no concern with me? It's the fact that he is stepping into my ring on my show. That just won't be done. I can't allow that kind of unjust matchmaking slide. I bet Christian had something to do with this. He never did like me. He always thought I was too big for my britches but having me face the long lost brother of Dumbo the Elephant isn't the way to go. I don't want to have peta pounding on my door because I endangered the life of an endangered species. I thought facing Steve Ramone was bad but this right here is worse.

Ruby stops moving and turns to face her man. He takes a minute to catch his breath.

TRAVIS NATHANIEL ANDREWS: Nothing compares to the total lack of competition that Chris Shipman brings to this match. The guy is tough no doubt about it but I already made him tap out. I am one of the few who have managed to do just that. James Tuscini couldn't do it. Andrew Garcia wouldn't know how to do it and Steve Ramone is too stupid to know how to do it. Out of the three faces of fear, he is the only competition I will receive this week and that is just sad. It's sad because now the Most Must See Superstar has to carry three dead weights just to keep this match relevant. Nothing in the world will keep me from obliterating them from the history books. Shipman will fall to me once again. Steve doesn't have the luxury to pick his own match and Andrew isn't worth the ink to print on paper. I will destroy them. The only saving grace you three idiots have is to build yourselves a damn bridge, cry a motherfucking river and DEAL WITH IT.

Travis takes a deep breath as Ruby walks back towards him and flings her arms around his neck. She kisses his lips as the scene begins to fade.

 24 hours have been removed since Violent Conduct 3 had concluded as Travis Nathaniel Andrews has already made it back to Las Vegas, Nevada. Ruby Rose is standing beside him as Francine Lang of Wrestle Beat stops from entering his own apartment building.

FRANCINE LANG: Excuse me, Travis can I get a word with you about Violent Conduct 3?

Travis turns his head toward the reporter and gives a quick snarl.

TRAVIS NATHANIEL ANDREWS: Are you talking about the travesty that fucking happened? Are you talking about how James Tuscini won despite the fact he didn't pin me or make me fucking submit? He talks about being a superior wrestler but last night he proved just how lucky his ass got. I bet he couldn't beat me in a normal match with that belt on the line.

Francine slight nods her head before scratching the top of her head.

FRANCINE LANG: How can you be sure you will get another chance? You have blown every opportunity given you since you joined SCW?

Travis gets right into Francine's face.

TRAVIS NATHANIEL ANDREWS: That's where you are wrong. I give my all in every title match I have been given but someone in the front office doesn't want me as a champion. I'm beginning to think it's some conspiracy against me. I bet Christian Underwood had something to do with this. He never did like me. He always did want me out of the spotlight. I will be a champion sooner or later. Maybe I should take the main championship from his cash cow J2H.

Francine bursts out laughing as Ruby steps in between her man and the woman. She pushes him back before spinning around to face the woman.

RUBY ROSE: What do you think is so funny? Do you find my man getting treated like some punk funny?

Francine gulps a bit as she looks at Ruby. She shakes her head while shaking the microphone.

TRAVIS NATHANIEL ANDREWS: You know babe, I think we need to send a message to everyone on the roster that I should be taken seriously. James Tuscini wants to be a demon monster so fucking badly then maybe I should send him to meet his kind. James, if you are listening to this you fat fuck. I'm not finished with you. Not by a longshot.

Francine goes to ask another question until Ruby strikes with a Smash Talk of her own. Francine falls to the ground as Travis smirks.

RUBY ROSE: Interview is over bitch.

They start laughing as Travis orders his doorman to dispose of the body somewhere else. Travis enters his building as the scene fades.

 

The following is rated for mature audiences only. Viewer discretion is highly advised

<p align=right>Las Vegas, Nevada
Uneasy Family Reunion
Off Camera

The summer sun was beaming down as a group of people were gathering outside Rich Man Country Club. A sign was posted near the entrance which read Andrews Family Reunion. This was the day Travis dreaded the most as he was riding down the road in his dark red Lamborghini. He and Ruby had just returned home from their two week excursion to their vacation home in the Bahamas.

"Why am I even doing this shit?" he asks while looking over in the passenger at his beautiful girlfriend Ruby Rose.

Ruby shrugged her shoulders as her luscious red hair was draped over her left shoulder as she looked out the window.

"I have no idea darling," she answers while turning her head as her eyes land on him.

Travis wasn't wearing his usual custom made suits. He really didn't people to know he was thrilled about this reunion. He was wearing his dark wash jeans, black t-shirt under a black jacket. His eyes were covered with his signature sunglasses as they come up onto the country club entrance. Travis lets out a sigh as he makes the turn onto the windy driveway. Ruby slides her hand over towards his while trying to comfort him.

"You know Vickie and Sandra are going to be here so there is a positive," she says while giving his hand a tight squeeze.

Travis smiles while looking over at her. He knew she was right but that wasn't what he was dreading. He finally pulls up to the valet parking as his car doors open straight up into the air.

"Welcome back to the club Mr. Andrews," says the valet attendee as he stands off to the side. The other attendee helps Ruby out of the car as Travis swings his legs out and stands up.

"You get one scratch on my car and I will break your fucking neck," threatens Travis as he pulls the attendee in close by the collar of his vest.

"I am sure this fine young man will take good care of it sweetie," Ruby softly says while placing her hand on Travis' arm while fluttering her eyes. Travis lets go while keeping his snarl on his face.

"Its now or never," he says while taking a hold of Ruby's hand while walking up the steps toward the front door. The host opens the door as they walk over the threshold.

Heads turn sharply as Travis walks into the main hall as indistinguishable chatter goes silent as Travis is standing there. "Who let you in here?" asks a raspy voice as the crowd parts like the Red Sea. An older gentleman stands up to his feet as Travis narrows his eyes.

"This is an Andrews family reunion and last I checked I was still a member of this family," answers Travis as Ruby remains by his side.

"How can you even show your face here Travis?" asks this gentleman as Travis is slowly beginning to seethe.

"Who in the hell are you?" asks Ruby while placing her hand on the back of Travis.

The older gentleman steps closer while looking at Ruby. "I can see your taste women haven't changed Travis. You were always attracted to the whores," chuckles the old man as Travis gets right up in his face.

"If you know what's better for you dad then I would watch your fucking mouth," says Travis as Ruby's eyes widen as Travis called the man his father. Ruby heard the stories about the rocky relationship that was between Travis and his father.

"Just like Travis thinking violence solves everything but yet you still have been a disappointment," says old man Andrews as Travis gets closer to his face.

"I knew this was the biggest mistake. I know you are just jealous because I have turned your company into an international success. Something your feeble mind can't fathom," replies Travis as he reaches back towards Ruby.

His father didn't like being told he was a failure as he glances over at Ruby.

"I think you and your whore should leave," says his father while gritting his teeth.

Travis turns his head feigning to leave before turning back and knocking his father down with a vicious right hand. He follows it up by grabbing his father by the head and continues raining right hands down onto his father's head. Ruby stands there enjoying the sight before stepping forward and placing her hand on his arm.

Travis stops while lifting his father's bloody face and looks at his swollen face. "I warned you to watch your fucking mouth. You brought this on yourself," he says while pie facing his father back down.

Travis stands back up as his family looks on with horror wracking their faces. Travis grits his teeth while turning away and walking back out of the room. "Next time, you will heed my man's warning," says Ruby as she cackles before following Travis out of the room. Travis bursts through the front door which nearly knocks the host over.

"Is there a prob.....," the host starts to say before getting a massive boot to his face. Travis is grabbing at his face as Ruby stands on the porch and shakes her head while clicking her teeth.

<p align=right> Las Vegas, Nevada
Impressive Shoot on an unimpressive opponent
On Camera

Travis remained standing outside of the country club as Ruby had pulled out her cell phone. She wanted to catch her man showing this new side of him. It was hit in her eyes and he was embracing the pissed off nature of his one year here in SCW.

"For an entire year I have scratched and clawed my way to get recognized as one of the premier talents here in Sin City Wrestling. From my wars with Goth to my endless main events on Climax Control. I have proven night in and night out that belong in this business. I belong in this company. I had hoped to have won gold here in SCW but has that fucking happened. No. I am still searching for my first championship but these new bastards come waltzing into this company and demand championships. They think just because you were successful in some minor league bush club that they are entitled for a championship run.

That is where I have a problem with how they are doing this shit. Mark Ward knows that I am a main event caliber talent but yet they have me opening the fucking show. Do you not see the problem? I deserve way better than this kind of shit. I deserve to be included in the World Title picture. I deserve to be in the talks for another opportunity at taking that roulette championship from the grip of James Tuscini. It's obvious there is some kind of conspiracy placed against me," he begins while taking a minute to catch his breath.

He moves away from the porch and strikes instantly with a swift kick to the side of one of the valet parking attendees.

"You see this. This is what is going to happen come Climax Control.  Anybody who is caught standing in my way will have their head kicked off their motherfucking shoulders. I am done playing the stepping stone to you new bastards with egos as big as my boot. This brings me to my opponent this time around. A man who has faced only one person and yet wants to thrust himself into a championship match. A man who has more nicknames than I could shake a stick at nor do I even care to know them all.

Josh Woodrum can call himself anything he fucking wants if it helps him sleep at night. I can understand how difficult this match might be for you since your first match was against a bonafide nobody in Johnny Tsunami. Are you really going to gloat over one victory? If that is how you are going to judge this match then you are in for a rude awakening. I am not coming into this match with my head hanging off some porn hooker's bosom. I am coming into this match highly motivated to show you what it means to be a star. Tsunami isn't worthy to wax my shoes with his worthless spittal. If you are going to compare me to him then you really are asking for your head to be driven squarely into the canvas.

Unlike that worthless slab of human waste, I am here busting my fucking ass day in and day out. I may have lost a few matches here and there. However on my worst day, I could still kick your sorry unimpressive ass. Yes, I call you unimpressive because you wrestle like a beached whale looking for water. Your movements are spotty and your skills are questionable. There is a reason you found success in the minor leagues Josh. It's because you couldn't hang with superior talent. You can call yourself whatever you want because in the end you will end up like everyone else who gets into my ring.

You will be staring up at the lights with stars floating around your head. But don't feel bad losing to me Josh. Take this a sign that when it comes to me, I am out of your league. I am the Most Must See Superstar in SCW History and come Sunday. You realize just how focused I am on getting back into the title picture. After I dismantle you, then Christian Underwood will finally realize that I am that damn good.

As for you Josh, you will see first hand how impressive I really am. Oh I see you don't like me stealing your word. Well I know what you can do Josh," he pauses as Ruby gets closr to her man.

Travis smirks while pulling his sunglasses off his face. His steel blue eyes shine through the lens as he clears his throat.

"Josh you can cry a fucking river, build a damn bridge and DEAL WITH IT," says Travis as he glares into the camera. He gives a smirk before walking towards the valet parking lot. Ruby turns the camera towards her as she is smiling,

"Now that is simply impressive," she says in a mocking tone while blowing a kiss before shutting the camera off.

 

The scene opens inside the home of Travis Nathaniel Andrews as he is sitting on the couch with a television reporter sitting across the room. He is wearing a custom made suit with his eyes covered with his sunglasses. The reporter is looking around the room fearing that Ruby Rose is going to pop out of nowhere and intimidate her.

{Travis Nathaniel Andrews}
If you are looking for Ruby then you can breathe easy. She is spending some quality time with her sisters.

The reporter does breathe a sigh a of relief as she settles herself in the chair.

{Television Reporter}
Thank you for agreeing to this interview Mr. Andrews. I know you are private person.

Travis holds a hand out toward her to shut her off.

{Travis Nathaniel Andrews}
First off, I allowed you to be inside my home because you were searching for a high quality interview and I needed an outlet to share somethings. Secondly, you only ask questions that gear toward SCW anything beyond that will be rejected.

The reporter nods her head while sitting up in her chair.

{Reporter}
Alright, my first question for you Mr. Andrews revolves around your twitter war with one J2H. Why do you despise each other?

Travis laughs while looking at her.

{Travis Nathaniel Andrews}
Out of all the questions you could ask me, you ask that one right off the bat. Well, to answer your question, J2H is a high school jock who still needs someone holding his hand. Tell me, what kind of world champion is he anyway? He first challenges everyone but yet doesn't like it when someone answers the challenge. It's almost like he can't handle someone actually stepping up to the plate. Then again, he isn't half the superstar that I am nor will he be the reason Climax Control is where it is today.

The reporter stares at Travis as he just smiles.

{Reporter}
What about your opponent for this week? Do you think he has a chance to defeat you?

Travis chuckles at the question while shifting his weight.

{Travis Nathaniel Andrews}
You should have been a comedian. That was comedy gold. I don't even think Ryan could beat a wet mop. They guy started out with such fire and vigor but I guess those flames are flickering at best. I do realize how talented he is but he's got nothing on me. There is a reason why Tommy Knocks continues to say I am one of the best technical wrestlers on this roster. Don't believe then go watch some of my highlights and you will see how much I can take over a match.

Travis takes a minute to pause as the reporter looks to speak but Travis shakes his head.

{Travis Nathaniel Andrews}
You don't get another chance to speak because this is my time. Ryan Keys has squandered every chance he has had against James Tuscini and failed. When I faced James for the first time, I beat him. Do you know what that means? This means Ryan will find himself in another loss on his record. I really don't give a crap if he just wants to have fun. This is my time and trust me. Ryan Keys will become an after thought because his days are done. I am coming for another shot of the World Heavyweight Championship. Ryan, your days are officially numbered and the only thing you can do is DEAL WITH IT.

 

The last time anyone saw Travis Nathaniel Andrews physically on Climax Control. He was standing on the ring apron watching Jessie Salco getting pinned by Keira Johnson in the first round of the Blast From The Past tournament. However that wouldn't be the only time you saw him that night. Later on in the show, a drunk rock and roll wanna be named Alex Rush was trying to hijack the show by talking about some ridiculous dream of becoming the first rock and roll musician to hold a wrestling contract with Sin City Wrestling. Unfortunately, Alex Rush's night went dark after Travis leveled him with some sickening Smash Talk.

This week, Travis is slated to return to Climax Control this week in the opening contest as he faces James Tuscini. Travis knows this match will be a test but he isn't going to sweat it. He has faced people like James before and knows just how to get underneath their skin. First, he has an important date with someone very special.

<p align=right>March 5, 2016

March has been a rocky month for Travis as he started out in a personal shitstorm. First a woman who liked him turned out to be a creepy whore. He didn't know what to do since this had never happened to him before. As the storm was brewing, he took a quick trip to the Bahamas to clear his head. A few hours passed as he flew back to the states but didn't go straight for Vegas. His private jet took a detour as it landed in St. Louis, Missouri. Shawna Jennings was beginning to question where her boss's head was at when the door pops open.

"Are you sure about this boss?" she asks with a high level of concern in her voice.

"Yes, she has been a good friend of mine and right now she needs me," answers Travis as he gets inside the limo waiting for him on the private strip.

The engine turns over as the limo began to pull out of the airport. Travis's arm is resting on the door as Shawna is busy looking over a few things. Travis lets out a sigh before turning his head towards his personal assistant.

"Where are we with the permits for New Jersey?" he asks while trying to his mind focused on business.

"We kind of hit a snag with a couple of building inspectors," answers Shawna as she slightly looks up from her clipboard.

Travis didn't like the look in her eyes. He places a hand on his forehead while looking back out the window.

"What do you mean by snag?" he asks.

"The building inspectors are starting to ask questions about why we are building in New Jersey," answers Shawna as Travis shakes his head.

The car finally comes to a stop just outside of a house. It was just a normal townhouse as the driver opens the back door. Travis steps out as he looks down both sides of the sidewalk. He steps up onto the curve while fixing his leather jacket a bit. He looks back at Shawna while giving her a slight head nod.

"I'm going to be a while so don't wait for me," he says while looking back straight. Shawna throws her arms high into the air while getting back into the limo.

Travis watches the limo pull away as he lets out another sigh. He sharply inhales some oxygen into his lungs while walking up to the front door. He exhales while raising his hand up towards the door. He softly knocks on it while standing there with his hands shoved into his jacket pockets. The door swings open as Lilly Rose is standing just inside the door.

"Travis!? What are you doing here?" asks Lilly as she seems surprised to see him standing on the front porch.

"Hey Lilly, I came to check on Ruby," he answers as Lilly ushers him inside the house. She has a smile on her face while pointing toward the living room.

"She's sitting on the couch. She will be happy to see you Trav," replies Lilly as she gives him a quick hug. Travis walks through the foyer into the living room as Ruby's eyes fall upon him.

"OH MY GOD," exclaims Ruby as a smile forms on her lips. The sight of Travis made her heart skip a beat.

"Hi Ruby," was all that he had to say as she ushered for him to sit down.

No further words were spoken as they just sat beside each other.

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March 20th, 2016 will be the night everything changes. You see my opponent this week seems to have me all figured out. He claims to have spoken with everyone and has made assumptions based on what people have told him. Well aren't you just a smartypants James. Maybe I should give you a cookie or have Shawna back you a cake. Is that what you want James? You want me to bow the fuck down and let you walk all over me.

Well you had better think again big boy. If you think I'm just going to roll over and play dead for your pathetic ass. Then you got another thing coming. Two weeks ago, I was involved in the first round of the BFTP tournament. I had no idea Lucian Frost was the mystery man but go back and watch the tape. I gave him everything I had and kept him out of the match. If it wasn't for my incompetent tag team partner, I would be further along in the tournament. However this is where I am at and let me tell you James.

You're information was misleading and it will come to be your downfall. Now you have made it perfectly clear that you don't like someone using a three word name. Maybe that is because you are ashamed of your name. I mean who wouldn't be ashamed after being named after a vicious Italian mafia. Is that what you are hiding James? The fact that you are an undercover Mafia member who is trying to gain the sympathy from all the puppets in the audience.

Your story was so sad but what does that have to do with anything. You have a problem with me because I have money. Wow, how pathetic can you be James? Don't hate me because I grew up differently but I know something about working my ass off. Do you think I was just handed all of those championships in my trophy case? No, I worked my ass off for them. You can lock away all of your accomplishments prior to SCW but are you really going to say their irrelevant.

Do you have any idea what those accomplishments prove? That you are willing to bust your ass off to achieve them. You asked me have I won a championship here in SCW. No, I haven't but I have done more than you would have guessed. Like how I have main evented Climax Control on numerous occasions. Like how I've been in high profile feuds with the likes of Ben Jordan and Goth. I don't need a championship to measure my success here in SCW.

Now as for me having an attitude problem, do you have a clue on who I am? I am Travis Nathaniel Andrews. I am called Mr. TNA for Total Nonstop Attitude so of course I'm going to have an attitude. That is what sets me above all of you lemon suckers. The fact that I don't hide who I really am from the world. I'm not shy about telling it like is and James come Climax Control you are going to find that out the hard way.

This will be what your third match in SCW and it's going be the second time you actually opened the show. It's got to suck knowing you are going toe to toe with someone who is main event caliber. Don't worry, I promise not to hurt you badly. I'll just plant you face first. That way you won't have to watch me gloat over you. This is going to be a fun night for me because once I'm done playing welcome wagon to you James. I'm going to be moving onto bigger and better things.

Oh, you don't like what I just said. Well, do yourself a favor, build a bridge, cry me a river and DEAL WITH IT.

 

<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.  

 
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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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<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.  

 

<p align="right">Las Vegas, Nevada
June 7th, 2015
McCarran International Airport meeting with Ralph

Last week, Shawna Jennings' absence at ringside took a toll on Travis as he hopped on a red eye and returned to Las Vegas. Knowing he has to be back in Qatar in a couple of days was also weighing heavily on his mind. Travis gets off the plane as it lands in McCarran International Airport around 3 in the morning. He is stepping out of the shoot into the terminal where Ralph is waiting for his best friend.

Hey Trav, how was the flight?

Boring as hell, I have to make it again in a few days. I can't wait till we are finished with this ridiculous World Tour.

The company is making a ton of money on this tour so you could have a large paycheck coming your way soon enough.

Travis and Ralph walk through the sliding glass doors while moving toward Ralph's 2015 Toyota Tundra. Travis throws his travel bags into the bed of the truck. He glances up toward the sky as a dark cloud starts to roll into the area.

Have you been able to get a hold of Shawna?

Shawna has been hard at work like always man. I talked to her a few days ago and she is trying to get your name off the blacklist in Hollywood. Oh, your father is in town and wants to see you.

Travis smacks the side of the truck, steps toward the passenger door and places a hand on the handle. He opens the door and slides onto the seat. Ralph follows suit as he slides behind the steering wheel. Before he turns the key, Travis lets out a sigh.

What does he want Ralph? Since when does my own father request to see me?

I don't know man. Victoria is the one who told me to tell you. So don't go shooting the messenger. You know I'm not exactly liked by your old man. I don't know what I did to rub him the wrong way.

It's not you Ralph. My old man is jealous that my career actually means something. You have no idea how boring it was growing up around him. He would tell the same story about 50 gazillion times with different endings to the story. When I took the family legacy of being an egomaniac, I actually had talent to back up my loudmouth. My old man couldn't fight his way out of a paper bag.

Didn't your old man have a slew of friends to watch his back.

My old man didn't have friends. He just suckered them into doing his dirty work. Hell, in some ways I am like my old man. Then again I don't like sharing my spotlight with anyone. When does my old man want to see me?

I have no idea. Victoria doesn't think you will actually show anyway.

She is so right. I came home to check on Shawna and to pick up clean wrestling tights. I do not want to see that old bastard nor do I want to waste my breath on him.

Silence befalls the two friend as they continue to drive towards Travis' large estate on the outskirts of Las Vegas. The security gates slowly swing open as Ralph drives up towards the door. He takes the circle that leads up to the estate as Travis is leaning out of the window. The engine cuts off as Ralph quickly gets out of the truck. Travis gets out of the truck with the same speed as he walks toward the truck bed. He reaches inside the bed, grabs the shoulder strap of his gym bag and slings over his right shoulder.

Thanks for picking me up Ralph.

Don't mention it bud.

They shake hands as Travis walks up the steps while watching Ralph speed off toward the gates. A smirk creeps across his face while scaling up the steps leading toward the front door.

<p align="right">Inside Mr. TNA's Estate

Travis is standing in the foyer of his large estate when his butler walks up to him.

Welcome home, sir Andrews. May I have Lady Chisum draw you a bath?

The thought of his favorite maid drawing his bath water enticed him but he shakes his head.

Not right now Jeeves, do you know where I can find Shawna?

Ms. Jennings is in your office sir. She has asked not to be disturbed.

Travis lets out a slight chuckle before leaving his bags with Jeeves and heading towards his office. He stops at the door and notices the note taped on it.

DO NOT DISTURB

Is what the note says as Travis rips it off the door, turns the knob and enters his own office?

Jeeves, I told you not to disturb me.

Shawna blurts out after hearing the door opening behind her. She whips her head around to see her boss standing in the middle of the room. She gulps a little before retracting her previous statement.

Travis, I didn't know it was you. I thought Jeeves was trying to come in again.

What is going on Shawna? Since when did I allow you to use my first name?

Shawna moves her eyes away from him and lands them back on the stack of papers on his desk. She takes a small step to the side as Travis walks up to it.

That bastard Ryan Seacrest with help from Don has managed to get your name on every blacklist in Hollywood.

WHAT!?

That is why I came back to Vegas before you faced Shipman. By the way, how did that match turn out?

I don't want to talk about that match. Did you get a hold of Boswell about this shit?

Shawna shoots an "Are you serious?" look at him.

Yes, I tried getting a hold of him but he isn't taking any calls at this time.

This is not what I needed right now. I told Boswell to pay off Seacrest but it's obvious that he couldn't do it.

Oh, your little sister Renee paid me a visit the other day. She said that your father is backing Ryan Seacrest's decision to blacklist you from Hollywood. According to her, this is his way of getting you back for something. She was being very cryptic.

Travis grabs a handful of the papers on his desk and throws them into the air. He walks back toward the center of the room while running his fingers through his hair.

I will deal with that old bastard eventually but right now I need to refocus for Climax Control. I have the opportunity to weaken one of my opponents for Into The Void IV while injuring two brainless twits as well.

Can you trust Old Skool enough to win the match?

I don't have to trust that pathetic excuse of human flesh. He should be glad that I am willing to carry his ass throughout this tag match. He should be happy that I don't drop his ass while taking on both Surf Boys by myself. I don't remember the last time Old Skool has even won a match. That is why he will just stand on the apron and let a real winner take charge in this match.

What about the Surf Boys?

What about the brainless twits? Did I wrong Mark Ward in some way?

Travis asks with Shawna stopping in the middle of picking up the papers. She looks at him while raising an eyebrow.

What are you talking about boss?

Do you not see it Shawna? I am the only man in this match with a working brain. Narly and Radical are your typical surfer dudes. They are 15 cards shy of a full deck. I hate to say it but I think Old Skool is a little smarter than them. However, I believe when God was handing out brains these three were in the back of the line. Tell me what kind of name is Narly and Radical. Those don't even sound scary enough to be serious professional wrestlers. They sound like names of rejected Scooby Doo characters.

Narly and Radical, I really don't care that you two are former tag team champions. Because in my mind, I have no idea how you two even managed to win those belts in the first place. It's not like you both are even a threat. I just hope you two can find your way to the ring. Then again, I rather not waste my time in beating you both. Lord Raab and Connor Murphy had better pay close attention to this match because I can bet, the winner of this tag match will walk out of Into the Void IV as the new SCW Roulette Champion.

Let's say Old Skool and the Surf Boys try to take you out in this match, what do you have to about that scenario?

I highly doubt those bird skulls could put something like that together. Even if they did, The PHENOMENON will destroy them. If you morons don't like that logic then I only have one thing left to say to you all. DEAL WITH IT!

Shawna gives a soft smile as Travis gives her a slight nod before leaving the room. Words don't have to be spoken between them as Shawna resumes her work.