Monday Night WAR 1/20/14 - Travis Thompson vs Riley Huntley

[WXW GM James Gibbs]

1 post each. The deadline is Monday January 20th at 11:59 PM (EST)
We are live from the Scottrade Center - St. Louis, MO with a sold out crowd of 22,000.
Min 300 Max 4000

[Riley Huntley]

The scene opens outside of St. Louis Missouri where later tonight on Monday Night WAR, Riley Huntley will be taking on Travis Thompson. Riley is shown entering the arena with his gym bag heading for the C.T.H.D. clubhouse.

The other members of C.T.H.D. are already inside as Riley makes his way into the clubhouse. They give him some personal space as the rest of them wish him luck before exiting the clubhouse to catch up with some other guys at the nearby lounge until it’s time for the show.

Riley: Travis, there isn’t too much that I know about you but I’m going into this match as I always do with my head on a swivel because until you get into that match, I have no idea of things that you’re capable of so I’m going to come into this match with caution for the fact that you’re a virtual unknown.

Riley empties his gym bag and takes out his new black vest and the rest of his wrestling gear which includes black fingerless gloves, black jeans and black wrestling boots.

Riley: Tonight I’m the smaller guy I believe so it’s not going to be an easy walk in the park for me against you but I’m not giving up without a fight. I’m part of the group called C.T.H.D. which stands for change through hardcore domination. We’re like the real deal around here just that no one seems to want to take us serious so we’ll make them take us seriously when we win matches and prove that we belong besides the great names of this business, The Saints and Andrew Ryder.

Riley is now wearing his wrestling gear as he fixes his hair in the mirror and then tapes up his hands and wrists before putting on the fingerless gloves.

Riley: Tonight it’s a war out there and just because the show name is Monday Night WAR, it’s because we’re going to battle against each other for the first time and I know that if we don’t bring our best against one another then we’ll always be wondering if I did as good as I could have if I had used all my strength and force in the match and not half-ass it.

Riley takes one more look in the mirror before exiting the clubhouse and making his way towards the ring.

The show takes a commercial break for the sponsors of World Xtreme Wrestling and its weekly show of Monday Night WAR.

[Travis Thompson]

Still getting used to the character...I think I'm improving.


The scene opens in the furnished interior of a standard hotel room. Standard two beds with the swan towels forming a heart in the middle. Standard bathroom with the trial size bottles that the hotel knows will get stolen. Standard safe in the closet that practically no one uses.



Sprawled across the bed is the snoring figure of Travis Thompson, only dressed in his boxers, neon blue with black stripes. Apparently, the shower was also running because a change in the noise is evident when it's shut off. After a few minutes of the camera literally just stuck on Travis' half-naked figure, the camera pans over to the bathroom where his wife, Tiffany, comes out.



Tiff: Are you seriously just going to sleep all day, Travis? You know that you're still supposed to cut a promo for your wrestling job, right?



Travis: Ughh...do I have to? I mean, can't you do it?



Tiff: Hey, you were the one who decided to come back to the business when Stevie just started to go to third grade. I'm not about to do your work for you too. Now get your lazy ass up!



She grabs a pillow from the other bed and throws it at him. He grunts and rolls over, grabbing a pair of pants and sliding them on.



Travis: I'm only doing this to shut you up, I swear.


She shrugs and looks him over again.



Tiff: I don't care about the reason why you're doing it, so long as you do. This is your debut match, after all!



Travis: Um...yeah...about that...



Tiff: Travie...



He takes a depe breath and gives her an awkward smile.



Travis: I technically debutted last week?



Tiff: And did you win?



He looks at his feet sullenly.



Travis: The 49ers were playing...



Tiff: You're Canadian.



Travis: So?! I can still like American sports!



Tiff: So you lost.



Travis: I lost.



Tiff: You know, you can't do that again, right?



Travis: Yeah, I can't lose another match again for at least a month or so.



She shakes her head and crosses her arms, sternly looking at him.



Tiff: No...I mean it. You can't lose again, Travis. If you're really going to be back into this business then you need to be better than you have ever been before. Losing to people like Chris Punk isn't the legacy you bragged about when you signed your contract so you can't let that type of things become your reputation around here. I expect more from you. The crod expects more from you. Hell, you expect more from you.



Travis looks up at her and nods his head, sliding a shirt over his body.



Travis: You're not wrong and that's why I love you. That's why I married you! But what do you expect me to say about a guy like...



He holds a finger up to read the text message sent to him by WXW General Manager, James Gibbs.



Travis: A guy like Riley Hunter. Yeah, that's his name. I mean where do I even start?



Tiff: Hell, I don't know! You're the one who used to do this for a living, remember? I mean, at one point, you claim that you were a World champion. So, isn't that like riding a bike or something? Shouldn't you be able to just jump right back in the seat?



Travis leans over and pats Tiffany's head very condescendingly.



Travis: Oh, simple-minded Tiffany. One day, you'll understand the innerworkings of my job.



He looks over at her and notices her fuming in anger and chuckles.



Travis: Oh, come on! You love me for my great personality and my sexy ass, am I right?



She rolls her eyes and pushes him back on the bed.



Tiff: It's amazing how fast both of those things fade...



Travis: Oh, you...you...did know that there is a camera here the whole time, didn't you?



She smirks and hands him his pair of shoes.



Tiff: Of course I did.



Travis: So they saw me in my underwear?



Tiff: Way to make an ass out of yourself.



Travis shakes his head and smiles.



Travis: You and your puns, I tell you...



He stands up and cracks his neck, waving Tiffany away.



Travis: So this is the part where I start to make excuses for why I lost last week, right? This is where I break down every hold and move piece by piece and explain what happened? Yeah, I don't know how you guys do things in today's wrestling federation but that's not how I roll. Look, I learned a long time ago that wins and losses are fleeting. Hell, I've won my fair share of matches and I've lost quite a few as well. Matches that I should have won. Matches that I would normally win.



He slides his shoes on and paces around the hotel room, his arms crossed over his chest.



Travis: Don't get me wrong...I would love to go out to that ring each and every week and leave with a victory. I'm built that way. That's the mentality that I have in my head. But it's not a realistic concept. That's not the way that LIFE works. A wise man once said, you can't always get what you want. I am a firm believer, however, that if you put forth the effort and bust your tail both in the gym and mentally, you can compile a rather impressive win/loss record. I'm not here for just wins, though. If I wanted to win at something, I'd stay at home and play my son in Mario Kart. He sucks at it but he thinks that he controls me so he gets happy when I win.



Travis smirks and shakes his head a little.



Travis: But I digress. The point of the matter is every match that I win that isn't for a title is just another step up the ladder to the top of this organization. And, honestly, if that isn't everyone's goal the second that they step through the ropes, then they're in the business for the wrong reason. What are your reasons, Riley?



He cocks his head to the side as he looks out over the pool area at the standard hotel.



Travis: What motivates you to compete, Riley? Is it the thrill of competition? Or are you just in it to make a paycheck? I somehow believe that it's the latter. And, really, if you're not here to be THE guy that everyone looks up to here...then what's the point? In my career, I've known plenty of guys like you, Riley. They're in it for the cash. They crave the glory and the reputation but never quite know how to reach that upper echelon to grab it. Well, here it is, Riley. Your chance to shine and make a name for yourself. You can try and break out of that little group you have where you're nothing more than a backup player. But I don't see that happening.



He sighs as he runs a hand through his short hair.



Travis: You seem fully content with doing nothing in your career. And for people like you, that's enough. But for guys like me? Guys who have been at the top? We don't like peering up from the bottom. So, after I move my way past you this week, Riley...all you'll see is my fame exceeding anything that you could ever hope to achieve. I'll see you in the ring, kid...bring your A-game.



Travis turns away from the glass and sees Tiffany all dressed up now, tapping her foot.



Tiff: You about done?



Travis: Just finished up, why?



Tiff: Well, apparently there's a good mall around the corner and I wanted to do shopping...



Travis shakes his head.



Travis: Sometimes not even I know whether or not my life is a sitcom.