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Realization of a Psycho; Travis Williams Roleplay
Topic Started: Apr 17 2010, 03:19 PM (67 Views)
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The New York City condo of Travis Williams is almost dark, a dim lamp is all that glows and it is not doing that great of a job. The couch and love seat are in an L, with both touching a wall with their side. Travis is no where in sight, as the camera pans around the room searching for the worldly famous Evangelist of Reality, but he cannot be spotted. The camera pans to the bathroom, but all that is left there is shaving gel all over the sink and counter, and straight razor with dried up gel on it wide open.

The bed is messy, and the alarm clock is flashing 12:00 in bright red numbers, as if the power went out. The floor to ceiling windows in the bedroom are covered with black plastic duct taped to the walls. Several bottles of Crown Royal are left unopened, and all the glasses are upside down still clean. Something smells fishy, as if someone has entered into his condo and was hunting for something, or found someone they were in search of. Was it the same people who took Paige? Is Travis in danger? The last time Travis was in sVo, his son was kidnapped by Alex Ross... Could Mike Polowy, the brother of Alex, come to finish Travis off once and for all?

Suddenly, a light knocking is heard in the living room. The camera enters back into the room, and slowly pans across the room, inch by inch... Noticing the French doors are just like the windows in the bedroom. As the noise is heard once again, as it sounds like it is coming from behind the sofa and love seat. The camera slowly creeps up, and comes over. It points down as Travis is found, in a fetal position in the corner. He sees the camera and jumps.

'AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!'

Travis screams with extreme fear in his voice, and face losing all color to turn a pal color. Travis buries his face down into his floor, hiding from the camera.

'GO AWAY! I AM NOT FEELING WELL!'


Travis declares, refusing to look up at the camera anymore. A few seconds pass by, as he turns and looks slightly and quickly goes back to his face in the floor.

'WHY WON'T YOU ALL JUST LEAVE ME ALONE? I CANNOT LOSE MY LIFE! I CANNOT DIE SUNDAY! JUST GO AWAY, I QUIT SVO!'

Travis says with the scratchy sound of crying attempting to come from his vocal cords. He sniffles, trying to hide his tears.

'TELL THE CORPORATION I AM SORRY! I DO NOT WANT TO MESS WITH ANY OF THEM! IT WAS JUST ONE BIG MISUNDERSTANDING! I HAVE INFORMED ANTI-HERO THAT HE MUST FIND HIMSELF A NEW PARTNER, I WON'T RISK MY LIFE FOR A SET OF BELTS!'

Suddenly, the sniffling stops, and a loud laughter echoes around the room, as Travis rolls to his back slapping the floor with his palms, laughing so hard tears are coming from his eyes.

'Seriously! Are you going to attempt to pull some nonsense such as threatening my life if I do not do as you say? I maybe getting older, but I am far from OLD! I am 31 years old, and I am not losing my damn mind you moronic drones! I am perfectly sane, well as close to sane as I can get with my prescriptions and hard liquor, but sane nonetheless...

Turn on my partner? Do it before he does it to me? Seriously, are you even on planet earth with this nonsense? My partner is blood, he is family... I know my family is not exactly the Brady Bunch, but us Williams, don't bail on blood, we make others shed it!

So save me the drama of the ignorance spilling from your cum deposits ever again. You both know that when it comes to defending those straps against us, you cannot win. It does not matter how many of you come out, the ending result is the same! We'll mock you, embarrass you, and then when we feel you two are stale to our amusement increasing, we'll make one of you two tap in the center of the ring. We're going to introduce a move to the world at Showdown, it's called the Mark of the Beast, and once we slap it on... You'll be slapping a canvas in seconds.

I'm rich, I'll bet my pay for two months on it...'


Travis lifts himself up, and stands up. He hops over the couch and walks into his kitchen to grab a glass and a bottle of Crown Royal. He removes the lid, and pours some into a glass. He sets it on the counter open. He lifts up the glass and makes a cheer to the camera before downing it.

'Desperate men will normally do desperate things... There is never a question needed to be ask on this theory. Why do most people commit crimes? They are desperate... Maybe in need of food, money, or that next fix. Usually the only question you can ask, is the reason for the desperation.

So, why so desperate?'


Travis laughs, while using his hands to make a smile like motion on his cheeks.

'I find this truly amusing but at the same time, I want to beat my head up against a brick wall. Listening to any of you speak is more painful than having teeth extracted with nothing to ease the pain. JUST TORMENT! And I know torment, I love to torture people. I just get my kicks out of causing physical torment and not mental.

Both of you have decreased the IQ level of America by 10% each time you open your mouth. Before we know it, even a guy like Night is going to be flinging shit like some monkey at the zoo.

What makes it even more puzzling is one small factor. I've been in sVo, I've been atop the sVo basically. I've seen my share of dreadful people come in... However, you two bore society more than a Stevo last minute special! We all know how many countless hours of sleep we have gotten off listening to Stevo opening his mouth and attempting to construct some intelligent speech, when he has only constructed material that the Sandman needs a prescription to get his hands on, to make his job easier! In fact, Stevo's mouth moving in a moving vehicle is considered driving under the influence.

Even that is nothing compared to an original piece of any member of a cheap rip named stable. Running your nails over a chalk board OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN, is pleasure compared to listening to all of you. Explain to me, WHY IN THE HELL TORTURE THE INNOCENT CHILD? At least when I torment someone, it's to someone who can defend themselves. These children cannot...

We have to protect our future generation, while you are doing your damnedest to make them lifetime long diaper wearing, drooling all over themselves, being told when to breathe, adults who brains look like a cherry slushy... Maybe you are hoping to be something important in twenty years, like running this country. And you figure that if you dumb up the population, they have no choice but to vote for you. Sad thing men and transsexual, even then they are not dumb enough to follow you or support any of you.

A fat kid would not cheer for you if you bribe him with cake and cheeseburgers. In fact, if that is the only way the fat kid could eat those things again, he would become a fan of fruits and vegetables. So maybe we can use you all to save the country from obesity?

Nah, I still cannot subject the fat and lazy to any of you!'


Travis walks over to his barstools and takes a seat, reaching for his bottle of Crown Royal and his empty glass.

'Truth is kids, you can trash me and insult me as much as you want. My ass does not pucker off of comments you make because I get all bent out of shape and butt hurt. So reach in between your legs, and pull out those strings. I am done dealing with two bitches ragging and whining at the same time. You throw that other idiot in the mix, and I have three. After the strings are pulled and the tampons exit, reach up and get your panties out your asses, I do not need to hear you whine about that...

Fact is plain and simple to see. You are dealing with two men who have single handily caused more people trauma, bed wetting, and prescriptions to Lortabs than Freddy or Jason or Michael themselves. Hell, we make those men seem like three Prince Charming's!

Last time I was in sVo, some self indulging bastard snatched my son and paraded him around like a trophy. This drug addicted loser knew his time has ran too short, so he blew his fucking brains out to save himself the suffering I was about to inflict on him. Now I’m wiser and far more fucked up than I have ever been in my life. I have an ex-wife who does not let me near my son, Power in a Company that seem to have just faded in a blink of an eye, and some serious issues that involve gold and leather not touching my skin since I bowed out from in ring action.

Simple solution, Showdown I get a chance to release some rage and anger against Dory... I get to basically abuse my power by making you two do as we want... And gold and leather will once again be back in my possession. No pill, no drink, no drug needed to solve my problems. PRAISE THE LORD, I AM CURE! Seriously, all faction characters aside, I may have found the best medicine on the market.

See you girls at Showdown, and please... Think I am playing, because that ring will be the place I leave you laying!'


Travis grabs his Crown Royal and pours himself another glass. As he cheers to the camera one final time the scene fades to a static dismay.

"The Long Shot" Ronnie Long
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