[Shane Hawthorne]

 
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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.