Post by Travis Truth on Mar 11, 2008 4:34:33 GMT -7
Travis is slouched in his recliner chair, deep in thought and nervously chewing his nails. Truth and Consequences debut match this past week didn't go exactly as they wanted to. Their system was flawed, and the two opponents that they faced were bigger, stronger and much faster than T&C. Still, Travis was reflecting on the month or so it had been since he joined this organisation. He would be the first to admit that his Mystery Madness debut came too soon for him. His match against King Of Awesome was the only win he had so far to his name. Travis smiled to himself as he recalled his early days in the British federation. He was so inexperienced and so naiive, yet he hoped that wouldn't be the case here.
Travis gets up from his recliner, and with a groan of discomfort, makes his way to the workstation. He clicks open his file manager and starts to read down the names of the wrestlers in his division. Most, if not all, were far more experienced than he is. He sighs and puts his head in his hands in frustration. Life was going to get a lot harder here...
Post by Travis Truth on Mar 29, 2008 7:12:10 GMT -7
Travis and Luther are on their way back to their "office" fresh from what could turn out to be a career defining match for Truth & Consequences. They've just emerged victorious against the hot rising stars of Immortal Mortal and TC Carroll. Travis is pumped up on adrenaline, and even Luther has a wide grin on his face.
Mate, did you see that for a finish? That must have been the greatest Small Package I've ever executed! And who was the grumpy arse who ribbed me for working Suplexes? We were money out there. X can't fail to have noticed us... And your countering... Jesus, you're fast now!
Luther grins even more widely.
Yes, yes I am, The tagging itself was fluid, fast and ran like clockwork. I get the feeling everythings clicking into gear now. The next level... Do you think we could be in line for the Silver belts?
I honestly don't see why not. I mean, tonight we were... we were Legion Of Doom and they were... God, they were the the bloody BodyDonnas!
Luther laughs at this statement. They push through the doorway, and Travis flops in the sofa.
Wow. Its going great for once. I just wish Krystal was here to see us.
Luther pops his head from round the doorway.[/i]
Travis, I think you'd better take a look at this. Quickly.
Luther pushes the curtain separating the gym area from the locker room completely aside.
: Now, I don't want to make this difficult for anyone, got it!
Travis is frozen, Luther's jaw has dropped. The image before them is horrific. There sits Krystal Santos, on a chair, rope around her arms and rope around her legs, immobilising her to the chair, with gaffer tape over her mouth. Her makeup has ran because of the obvious crying she has been doing. Munstkov is standing next to her, a .38 caliber pistol held to the side of her head.
Munstkov: Now, just give me what I want and there'll be no trouble at all.
Travis: You slimey b**tard, I'll call security on your ass!
Munstkov cocks the pistol and places his finger over the trigger.
Munstkov: That really sound like a good idea, does it? DOES IT!?
Travis freezes up once again.
Munstkov: Gentlemen, to your left you'll see a bag. Open it and fill it with all the possesions of monetary value that you have. Money, jewellery, laptops, cards, everything! Or else Miss Santos here gets a brainfull of lead.
Luther steps over to the bag and picks it up, opening it wide. A second later, Travis winks at him.
Munstkov: That's right, now just fill the bags.
Munstkov: Shut up!
Krystal takes a swift pistol whip across the face, leaving her motionless.
Munstkov: *pointing pistol at Travis* Don't you dare try and make a move over here. That b*tch got what she deserved.
Krystal: Mmph! Mmm Mmph!
Munstkov is too distracted by the muffled noises from Krystal and the cautious approach from Travis to realise that Luther is right behind him, bag in left hand, and a clenched right hand.
Travis: You don't realise who your'e messing with. Suffer The Consequences, motherf*cker!
Travis runs towards Munstkov as Luther hits the pistol from Munstkov's hands and places the bag over Munstkov's head. Luther having moved out of the way, Travis hits The Whole Truth, sending himself and Munstkov flying into a weight set.
Post by Travis Truth on Mar 29, 2008 8:06:24 GMT -7
Travis' fists are flying into either side of Munstkov's head, battering him left and right. Luther grips the arm of Travis, and Travis struggles against his partner, before slumping his shoulders and releasing Munstkov
Thank you Luther, oh I knew you'd see sense. That sonofabitch was going to kill me-
Luther grabs Dimitri by the scruff of the neck and raises him above his head. Dimitri yells and struggles, and the Luther executes a thumping Fall From Grace, back into the weight set.
Travis is on his Sidekick, calling the authorities.
Yeah, Gods & Heretics... Yep, we have Dimitri Muntskov here... M-U-N-T-S-K-O-V... Yeah, assaulted my fiancee... OK, sure. Oh, and call Interpol too... Thanks.
Travis flips the screen of his phone closed and rushes to Krystal's side. He rips the gaffer tape off her mouth and draws her close.
Are you ok?
Krystal nods. She is shaking like a leaf, and her face is streaked with running mascara. Through the curtain can be heard roars of fury from Luther and screams of terror from Muntskov, interspersed with various gym equipment rattling. Travis winces, glad that he's not on the receiving end.
I... I tried calling Honor, Arrogance and Justice, but they said you left
I tried calling your folks, but there was no answer. What happened?
After my "incident" with that puto, I was in hospital for a long time. They had to reset my pelvis, and during the operation, the oxygen went. They were convinced I had suffered irreperable brain damage, and my parents sold up and moved to Lisboa to be near to me. All I had to hold on to was the thought of you. You, and how Diegito would cope without me. I had to keep fighting trav, just to see you again. To be back in the business with you and to provide for my little brother. I kept fighting and fighting, and at one point Papi gave his consent for my life supprt to be switched off. According to the doctors, my brain had "negligible signs of activity" I was damned if I was going to let that happen. One hour before the switch off was to happen, I had the Last Rites from a priest. As he finished, I managed to wiggle my toes. Luckily Diegito noticed, and started screaming at Papi not to let me die. That was three months ago. I was on my way to see you and the Roller, and this bastard son of a bitch turns up and jumps me.
Travis is open mouthed in wonder.
Wow, thats a hell of a story. I'm so glad to have you here now, thats all that matters to me.
Luther appears at the curtain. sweating heavily and grinning from ear to ear.
He's not going anywhere for a while, trust me.
Travis gently lifts Krystal out of her chair and lays her on the sofa. She smiles at him and strokes his face.
Luther, get me the spare blanket please?
Luther nods and ducks out the curtain.
Travis smiles to himself
Alls well that ends well. Truth & Consequences 1.3...
Post by Travis Truth on Mar 31, 2008 5:49:43 GMT -7
Travis is sprawled across the sofa with a glum look on his face. Luther is at his terminal, searching intently for a reason why Truth & Consequences were so comprehensively beaten in their last tag team match up. Krystal is sitting in Travis' La-Z Boy, staring into space.
Well, I can't find anything to suggest that they were better than us Travis. I mean, if we had worked harder in the gym on tag work instead of suplexes, we may have stood a better chance.
Travis mouths Luther's last sentences in a sarcastic manner. He reaches for a cushion and flings it in the Holy Roller's general direction. The cushion misses and knocks a photo frame off the bookcase.
Careful Travis, you nearly broke the webcam then!
Travis sighs. He rolls off the sofa with a thud and stands up, stretching as he does so.
One swallow doesn't make a summer I suppose. There's always next time though. Are we scheduled for Monday yet?
Not sure. The email hasn't come in yet. Oh. Whats this?
Luther clicks on the "New Message" icon and the screen is filled with a mock up of T&C wearing Tag Team belts and the legend "Frame it, its the only way you'll ever get them"
Luther's brow furrows.
They arent even GHW tag team belts. These are old WWE belts...
Travis rolls his eyes.
We get it Luther, we get it.
He turns to Krystal
Are you OK honey?
She smiles and nods at him. She stands up and moves over to Luther's workstation. Luther moves aside, and Krystal starts typing away furiously, bringing up various windows. Travis and Luther look at each other and shrug. After a moment, she hits the "Print" button and copies roll out of the printer. She picks the first page and hands it to Luther.
See, where you two are going wrong is fundamentals. Luther, you were too quick to tag in and out, while you, Trav were not quick enough. Luther, you should have been the one soaking up the pressure, and generally softening the opponent up whilst you, Trav should be making sure that you were on your A- game with the counters. Compare this to the match versus Crash and Splash, and look at the difference. I recommend you both come see me in the gym later this afternoon and I'll put you both through your paces. Any questions?
Truth & Consequences stand in front of Krystal, flabbergasted and speechless
Luther: I err.. umm.. never saw it that way. I was a bit stiff I must say.
Travis looks across at his partner.
Travis: Stiff, you were a freakin robot!
Luther: You looked a bit exhausted out there, Mr. Travis.
Luther moves back over to his workstation and begins typing away into YouTube "GHW T&C vs Crash N Splash". After about 10 seconds, 30 results pop onto the screen. Luther clicks the first one and watches the clip.
Luther: Look at this.. this is what form we need to keep. Mr. Travis, you need to keep up the pinning manouvers, they work a treat! As for I, I need to keep up the brutality and not tag too often, but often enough to keep the fresh man in the ring.
Krystal glances back at Luther.
Krystal: You expect too much of your partner, you need to take more of the match on yourself.
Luther spins around on his desk chair to face Krystal. He knows she is right, but after watching the clip feels extremely confident.
Luther: A gym session would do us good. I need a bit of a workout, I'm getting flab on my arms!
Travis: *talking to himself out loud* I reckon I could bench Krystal, hehehe.
Krystal stands over Travis, who is now sprawled over the sofa once again.
Travis: I said it was cool how Luther swiped Munstkov's pistol.
Travis saved himself much embarassment there. Luther saved himself, Travis and Miss Santos from certain doom when he used his initiative to take out the slimey crook known as Dimitri Munstkov, who is now serving time in prison.
Post by Travis Truth on Apr 8, 2008 6:48:12 GMT -7
Travis is lying in his favourite position, prone on the sofa. He is freshly showered after his defeat to Kelly Duncan in the Damage Control match. He's watching the last few minutes of the Dyna Mike Duncan // Psycho Savage match. Duncan has stolen the win after an improbable counter and is about to speak. Travis turns up the volume on the TV...[/i]
Duncan: OK, shut up! I'm not talking to you Psycho, keep walking PUNK! ... Later on tonight, the fourth member of Team UK will enter this ring in a match against members of the other World Warz teams. The first three members of the team haven't had any success so far - JH777 has lost TWICE, Travis Truth and Overtaker have also both been defeated, so Luther, it is time you showed the rest of the World just what Team UK is all about! This is nowhere near bloody good enough! I won't damn well stand for seeing other flags raised in victory! PULL YOUR BLOODY FINGERS OUT!!! You need more inspiration than Queen + Country? You want to fight for more than the Union Flag and National pride? Show some bulldog spirit, some Dunkirk spirit! Don't make me come away from World Warz regretting not jumping ship like that traitor Skull! You all saw what I just did to Savage in this ring - YOU DO THE BLOODY SAME NEXT TIME YOU REPRESENT TEAM UK![/color]
Travis' eyes widened in outrage. How dare he question others commitment to the cause! JH was undergoing some sort of mental episode, Travis hadn't done too badly and Overtaker... was Overtaker. He fervently hoped that Luther would get the win needed to keep confidence alive, otherwise there would be hell to pay at the next Team UK meeting...[/i]
Post by Travis Truth on Aug 8, 2009 6:45:42 GMT -7
The door to the locker room bursts open and Travis angrily whips off his mask. He launches it into a corner of the room and aims a mighty kick at the sofa. He's just lost in his comeback match against Striker LT. He knows he was desperately out of practice, and was outmanouvered at every turn. He goes towards the internal telephone, and out of habit dials a three digit number. He pauses for a second, and replaces the receiver with a sigh.
Luther wasn't going to answer. Of course he wasn't. He'd go mad if he knew that Travis was back on the scene. From what Aimee had told him, he was a bitter, twisted individual, a far cry from the Holy Roller of old who would think nothing of giving up his free time to visit the local childrens hospital, or surprise the local wrestling school down the road.
Still, times and circumstances change. At least Travis had Krystal's return to look forward to. He smiled as he thought of the damage the two of them could inflict on the Hardcore Division. That was one division Travis wanted to own. Maybe get his first ever belt in the federation too...
The phone's shrill ring cut through Travis' thoughts, shaking him out of his daydream. He picks up the handset...
A huge grin spreads across Travis' face.
Thank you so much Aimee, I owe you big. Ring you back later, bye-bye.
Travis walks into the back of the room, and hits the shower switch. Krystal's flight had landed, and she would be here in less than three hours. He looks at his watch. 8:45pm. Plenty of time.
Just before he starts to get ready to take a shower, his message tone goes off on his Sidekick. Puzzled, he grabs the device and checks the message. It's from DMD, requesting his presence at O'Reilly's. Crap, he thought. What awesome timing, Mike. Sighing, he undresses, and hits the shower...[/b]
Post by Travis Truth on Aug 12, 2009 6:27:49 GMT -7
Travis is lying sprawled across his sofa. Two matches, two defeats. What the hell was he thinking coming back here? It was painfully obvious that he was out of shape, ring rusty and no use nor ornament to anybody in this condition. Least of all the Bulldogs. He sighs hard and runs his hand absent mindedly through his hair. Course, getting trollied with Duncan at O'Reilly's Bar last night hadn't helped matters either. And Krystal wasn't going to be back any time soon. She had to stop over in Los Angeles to visit some family members, and Travis was starting to get stir crazy.
Ah well, there's always Friday to look forward to, if I should get a booking, he thought.
Post by Travis Truth on Sept 17, 2009 8:47:57 GMT -7
It's two days before Code Blue, GHW's September pay per view, and Travis is psyched. He's just spent the past three hours in the gym getting into peak physical condition. The victories are starting to come for him in the Hardcore Division, and now he finds himself in the enviable position of Hardcore Championship finalist. He unlaces his wrestling mask and tosses it in the corner.
The mask lands next to a framed photo of the Truth picking up his second Cruiserweight Title from another federation. Travis looks at the photo and feels a mix of emotions. Joy at the memory of the match, mercifully short for his opponent. Sadness at the way that Luther his longtime best friend and colleague has fallen in the industry. Rage at the way he was treated at the Bulldogs residence the other night. He picks up the photo and puts it next to his laptop on the workstation. He smiles at the thought that Krystal, his fiancee and Truth & Consequences manager would soon be back with him ready to wreak merry hell on the Hardcore Division. Maybe when this is all over and Luther sorts himself out they could also wreak havoc on the Bronze or Silver Tag division too. Wishful thinking at the moment...
Travis looks around at his surroundings. What to do? Watch television all night, wasting the evening? Call some of the other guys on the roster and see if they want to hit O'Reilly's? No, that would undo all the hard work he's just put in today. He could give Aimee, his longtime confidante and one time personal assistant a call, ask if she wanted dinner? Decisions, decisions...