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Travis McCoy · (05-12-2016)

Travis sit in yet another cheap hotel. A bottle a whiskey beside him, closer to empty than full. The shades are drawn but light finds it's way in. The daggers of light illuminating dust motes before they float into the darkness and out of sight. His hair was slicked back recently but it's lost it's perfection. It dangles in his face barely hiding one eye swollen shut. XWF's crack medical team told him he may lose it. Turns out a sharpie is really bad for your cornea. He looks as if he should barely be alive. He took a beating of a lifetime and kept on ticking. Everything Kid Kool could throw at him and Travis was still victorious. As he has been and as he will be. The video speeds up, little changing, the dust motes fly in and out of the drying light and the drinks appear to come closer together. Travis occasionally looks into the camera ready to speak before taking another drink. The room grows dark and Travis becomes a vague shape. If you squint he could be an old man in a wheel chair. The video slows as Travis takes a final long drink from the bottle dropping it empty on the floor. He finally speaks, unseen his voice floats from the shadows.

“You thought I'd forget about you? I bet you did. I bet, you at least hoped I'd forgotten about you. I didn't. A day hasn't passed that you haven't crossed my mind There were days when you were the only thing on my mind. Days when I felt adrift in the rough seas of head trauma, days when I couldn't leave my chair and any sound felt like a razor blade, days when the thought of you was the only thing that held me from floating off into the abyss.

I held onto you

I clutched like a drowning man.

You may of saved me. If it wasn't for the thought of you I may have given in. A brain riddled with concussions. Balance wrecked, unable to stand, pissing on myself in a cheap hotel room a lot like this one because the bathroom was too far away. My story could of ended like so many before me. Just another wrestler dead before 40. A headline people in their mid twenties can share on Facebook.

Even in death, guys like me only get a nostalgia pop.

But as soon as the idea would start to sound pleasing, you would float up from the depths. What we could have! what we could do! If only I could get out of this fucking chair. If only the world would stop spinning. So I bit down on the promise of you and I got through it. Three fucking days in that hotel. Three days in hell before I could stand unassisted.

And you decide you want to manage?!

I lied Luca.

I said I'd had enough of you.

I lied because I wanted to make you angry. I wanted to hurt your ego. I wanted to draw you out. I acted like all these other half brains. I thought pulling the pretty girls pigtails would make her notice me. I was wrong Luca. I was so fucking wrong. How am I going to set the world on fire with you if I approach you like Frodo would? Because that shit belittles what we could have. We don't need bluster and silly childish insults. We have something rare, something special. Something that lights the world on fire. Something that raises the collective tide. What we have is the kind of thing above titles and brands. Above hash tags and memes.

We have the kind of burning hate that borders on love.

We have chemistry Luca.

Perhaps you don't see it, but you're young. You've only ever been here. Perhaps this is your first time involved in something like this. It's ok buddy. Put your hand in poppa Travis' I'll lead you. We'll take it slow. Because I care about this. I care about it like my own child. I don't want to rush. I want this to build. I want this to take over the world. I want to headline PPV's with you. I want our names to be synonymous, I want our names to be the first thing people think of when they think of XWF. I want to do that...

with you.

You'd rather manage a joke like Equinox?

We were meant to be together.

We were meant to tear each other down.

I could die in the ring Luca. The doctors describe my brain as 'all sorts of fucked up'. Wouldn't you like to be there when it happens? Wouldn't you like to be the one who shuts me up for good?

No.

You want to be a manager.

You want to waste away.

Or is that what Zane wants?

What was the point then? Why didn't I off myself. No, that is not the world I live in. I said we'd dance forever and I meant it. You are going to step back in the ring against me and we're going to burn the world down.

Whether you want to or not.”

FADE

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