<p align=right>July 23rd, 2017
Extended Climax Control Segment
Off-Camera
After Travis was handed the small note from a road agent, he heads back toward the office of his new manager Ben Jordan. Along the way he runs into his own secretary Shawna Jennings.
“Travis,†she says as he paces back and forth while rubbing his forehead.
“Who in the hell does he think he is?†asks Travis as Shawna is standing there with her clipboard.
“Travis!†shouts Shawna as Travis stops while looking at his assistant.
“What!?†he fires back while feeling his blood boiling over Ben Jordan’s hasty decision to have him team with a man he has attacked on numerous occasions.
“Ralph called, he wanted me to tell you that you have a meeting with Frank Kill,†answers Shawna as Travis slams his hand against his face. He almost forgot about the meeting with one of his former trainers about opening a wrestling school in Las Vegas. Travis takes a minute to catch his breath when Ben Jordan places a hand on Travis’ shoulder.
“Everything alright big fella,†says Ben as Travis lifts his eyes and a scowl appears across his face.
“You got a lot of nerve,†he says while looking at Ben’s hand placement. Ben slowly moves his hand away while keeping a smile on his face.
“So you playing nice with Horace Jackson yet,†he says while grinning like the cat from Alice in Wonderland. Ben is bound and determined to change his old rival into a respectable member of society. Travis shakes his head while turning his torso so his eyes were looking at Ben.
“You should ask Old Skool or Goth about how nice I am when it comes to working with someone,†replies Travis as Ben shakes his head. He taps his hand on the top of Travis’ shoulders.
“You will learn to play nice,†he says before walking off. Travis watches him walk off before turning his attention back to Shawna. He looks around and she had disappeared as well. He throws his hands up into the air. A road agent walks past he quickly looks at him.
“What you looking at?†he asks before walking out of the area.
<p align=right>July 24th, 2017
Horace Jackson prepares for his in ring turn
Off-Camera
November 9th, 2014 was the last time anyone had seen Horace Jackson step into a wrestling ring. October 26th, 2014 was the final time Horace was last seen competing on Climax Control. With these dates seared into the back of Horace’s mind, he begins to think about what could have been. As he is standing inside his bedroom, his wife Bridgette walks up behind him and slides her arms around his waist.
“Are you sure you want to do this?†she asks with concern racked in her voice.
“Yes, I have grown tired of sitting at home and watching others do what I love,†he answers while spinning around to face his beautiful wife.
“Do you want me to be ringside?†she asks with a soft smile forming across her lips.
Horace shakes his head while giving her a soft kiss on her lips.
“Not this time babe. I need someone to watch over the school while I go back on the road,†he says with a smile while holding her hands into his. Bridgette intertwines her fingers with his while placing her forehead against his.
“I’m not sure I can do this with you gone,†she replies with a lump in her throat. Bridgette was afraid she would screw up since she wasn’t a wrestler. Horace places his hands along her arms and bends down so his dark eyes are looking directly into her cool blue peepers.
“I have faith in you honey. If you need help, Vivian and Big Al will be there to lend a hand,†assures Horace as Bridgette looks into his soft stare. She could always find compassion in his eyes.
“What about Mack? Isn’t he going to be around?†asks Bridgette. Her nerves were all over the place.
“For the first few matches, Mack is going to be with me. I’m not sure I can trust the man I’m getting paired with,†he answers as his phone vibrates in his pocket. Bridgette smiles softly as Horace reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. A picture of Ben Jordan appears on the screen.
“I have to take this babe,†he says while stepping out of the room. He swipes the answer button to the left and places the phone next to his ear.
“Hello,†he says.
“Hello Horace. How are you doin’?†asks Ben as Horace moves across the floor toward the balcony.
“I’m doing well just getting some last minute things in order before heading out to Reno,†answers Horace as Ben is leaning back in his chair while propping his feet up onto his desk.
“That’s good. Have you spoke to Travis about your upcoming tag match against the Black Sheep of SCW,†wonders Ben as Horace places his hand on the handle of his sliding glass door.
“No, I haven’t spoken to him. I’m not sure he wants to speak with me,†replies Horace.
“He has to speak to you. It’s kind of his job to speak with his partner,†responds Ben as Horace removes his hand from the glass door handle. Horace wondered if Travis would be willing to work with him. Although he would have to fight the urge not to kick him into never, never land.
“I’ll try to catch up with him when I get to Reno,†says Horace. He can tell a smile had returned to the lips of his new manager.
“That’s what I like to hear. I’ll see you boys soon,†replies Ben before hanging up the phone. Horace looks at his phone then at his wife who was standing in the foyer holding his wrestling bag.
“I don’t like this. How many times did this Travis guy knock you on your ass?†asks a concerned Bridgette as Horace takes his bag from her.
“I don’t like it either but Ben says it’s the best thing for me to do right now. I have to trust his judgment. You are my rock and no one is going to say other wise,†he answers while kissing her on her forehead.
Bridgette waves good bye as Horace steps out the door.
July 26th, 2017
The Strangest Bedfellows
On-Camera
A small camera crew was beginning to form just outside William Peccole Park as Ben Jordan was standing behind a podium. He was wearing a robin’s egg blue button down shirt tucked into tan khaki pants. His hair is slicked to the right as he places both hands on each side of the podium.
“Good evening ladies and gentlemen, this Sunday right here at this park, the world will witness an unlikely duo coming together to form in my opinion one the best tag team combinations since myself and Jamie Dean. Now, we all know the temper on this man does tend to get him into more problems than he can find solutions for. Ladies and gentlemen, a man who loves to talk about himself. Please welcome, the real Mister Sin City Wrestling, Travis Nathaniel Andrews,†Ben says while sticking his hand out to the side.
The camera zooms out a bit as there was no one standing there. Ben looks over and notices this as well. Another camera catches Travis screaming in the face of Horace. Ben slaps his own face while someone holding a boom mike picks up some of the audio.
“Why should risk my own neck for someone like you huh? How many times did I knock you on your ass? Can you still go without needing some kind of oxygen mask? There is a reason I don’t do tag team matches,†screams Travis while shoving Horace with both hands. Horace shakes his head before giving it right back to Travis.
“I am doing this as a favor to Ben Jordan because he has always seen something in you Travis. There is a reason why you are a former Roulette Champion. Hell, I never got the opportunity to hold that belt. How many times have you been the butt of every single joke? No one respects you because of that mouth of yours. I don’t even have any respect for you and I’m the nice one,†says Horace as Travis glares at him. Ben jumps down off the podium and gets between the two men.
“That is enough. Both of you,†he says while turning his attention toward Travis first. He shoves him back while giving him a stern look.
“I’ve just about had it with your blimey attitude. You are going to change it or I’ll make arrangements for you to visit a dentist,†directs Ben as he turns toward Horace.
“You aren’t supposed to let him get inside your head,†says Ben while moving away from the two strange bedfellows.
Travis runs his hand over his hair while looking back at Horace. His lips are curled up while turning his gaze toward his manager.
“I’ll try to trust this bastard but don’t be shocked if I kick his head off. I’m not going to be responsible for any bodily harm that befalls him. We all know I don’t work well with others but I’ll try it this once. If it means we place those two idiots back on the trading block then so be it. The Black Sheep haven’t had a match since June. That has to be eating them up inside. I get it. I truly do. You want to show the world you are the best tag team in Sin City Wrestling. Hell, I believe that’s the goal for every tag team. Just like in singles matches, only one team can walk away the winners. Now I’m going to level with you two. Despite how I feel about this arrangement, Horace and I probably have the most experience. Now that doesn’t mean a hill of beans when you think about it. Because from a tag team standpoint, you two have the advantage. You have the experience edge but as you saw. Experience only gets you so far in this business,†Travis says as one camera catches him wiping the side of his mouth off.
“Rome wasn’t built in a day and neither was the New England Patriots. Everyone seems to think a great team happens over night. I don’t know where they get that logic but what do I know right. Almost every tag team goes through growing pains and that’s what we are doing here. We are going through them but rest assured, we will still work like a well oiled machine. The Black Sheep are going to talk about how we are still singles wrestlers and that we don’t belong to be in the same ring as them. I would agree with them if this was a different scenario but since we are on the verge of making history. We will come out to the ring and blast you both with two energy balls of reality,†adds Horace as another camera catches his response.
Travis glares at Horace before nodding his head.
“For once, we can agree on that. The Black Sheep may have started out with balls of fire. I remember watching their debut and thought they had something special cooking. Then they went and fought The Monstimals. Their true form came out in that match. The male Elders were nothing but push overs. Considering how many times I defeated Matt Spears. However that isn’t the point. The point is, you two are good but you’re not great. We may not see eye to eye on most things but when it comes to fighting. We will push ourselves beyond any limitations set before us. We will take this opening slot and make the entire world know we are the standard bearers for Climax Control. The fans can go to hell or find themselves in another orbit because this isn’t about them,†Travis stops when he notices Ben shaking his head.
Travis looks at him and throws his arms into the air.
“What?†he asks.
“This is all about the fans Travis. It’s always been about the fans. The fans are what pay your salaries. The fans are the ones who will help change your attitude,†answers Ben as Horace is nodding his head.
“The fans are going to be ones who give us the power and strength. You must learn to put your trust in them. Too many these days want to be villains of their own mind but can’t bother being true heroes. We are those heroes Travis. The Black Sheep are like those voices inside your head. They are pleading for you to listen and wake the fuck up. The people need someone who can lead them down the right path. The Black Sheep just wants chaos and disorder. The Bad Boys want mutiny. It’s time we took a stand for SCW. The Soulless One is on board and ready to knock some teeth out. The only question is are you ready Travis. Are you ready to dish out justice for the good folks who pay to watch us perform? Are you ready to sacrifice everything for this one shot at proving your doubters wrong?†Horace tries very hard to pep talk Travis as his head is pointed down toward the ground.
“Oh I’m more than ready to bash a few skulls in Horace but I’m going to do it my way. I don’t need charity cases coming at me with sob stories. Black Sheep are going to regret begging and demanding for a match on Climax Control. Because I plan on sending their asses back to street they came from. If they have a problem with any of this,†Travis begins while raising his head up and his eyes have narrowed to almost mirror something dark has come over him. “Then they will just have to DEAL WITH IT!†he says as Ben slowly claps his hands.
“Now that was perfect. Maybe next time we will make it less evil,†finishes Ben as he signals for the cameras to stop rolling.
