Post by Badgerman on Jun 16, 2016 13:19:34 GMT -6
The scene is that of Robert Garland’s current residence. The place is looking as trashed as ever, Garland currently doing a few exercises in his make-shift ring. The ring had since been cleared of all of the training equipment Garland had previously prepared for Williams’ match against Barrel. It still looks highly unsafe however, Garland being a bit more cautious around some of the sharp looking corners as his sweat periodically covers the mat beneath him. Without warning, there is a knock at the front door. Garland’s attention is turned immediately to it as it seems he had been expecting a visitor. The look on Garland’s face is somewhere in between excitement and anger, Garland grabbing a nearby towel and cleaning his face before yelling -
Robert Garland - It’s open, ya bum!
And just like that, the door began to swing open. Standing in the doorway was none other than Travis Rech. Rech is wearing a pressed black suit, dress pants, and currently has sunglasses worn over his eyes. His outfit heavily contrasts Garland’s gym shorts and shirtless attire, the divide in their bank accounts made obvious. Rech makes his way inside Garland’s new home, looking around a bit before arriving, and sitting, at a three legged barstool at the counter of Garland’s “kitchen.” The two remain quite, Rech taking off his shades and putting them in his white undershirt’s pocket. Garland remains watchful of his longtime friend, Rech starting their conversation off…
Travis Rech - Ah know it’s been a’while now, but ya can at least say ‘ello ta yer old pal. Ah guess not much’s changed fer ya. New location, but ya kept that same attitude afta all this time. Well, Actually, Ah guess somethin’s changed now that Ah’ve thought about it ah second. Seems somehow ya’ve become tha good guy again! Yer heart dun’ grown three sizes since Ah’ve left! An’, Ah’ve gotta say Ah’m diggin’ it. ‘Bout time those fans had yer back.
Garland remains silent, Rech continuing to look around the place from his seat. Rech know’s Garland won’t stay quiet forever, the two having known one another since the start of Garland’s wrestling career. And, sure enough…
Robert Garland - *Wearing the towel around his shoulders* At least someone has.
Travis Rech - Hey now, don’ be like that, brotha’! Ya’ know Ah’ve got mah own business ta run since Tha RWD shut it’s doors. But don’t think Ah haven’ been watchin’ everythin’ ya’ve been up ta since ya’ve come back inta 'ere this wrasslin’ world. Ah’ve seen ya tryin' ta repay yer debt ta Chris Williams. Noble. At least, ya keep sayin’ it’s out of some sort of debt yer carryin’, but Ah know it’s really cause yer tryin’ ta redeem yerself. Tha old ya would’ve went right towards Frank on Day numbah one, but this ‘ere Garland’s still protectin’ his pal afta all these months. An’ now, jus’ ta show ya Ah’ve been payin’ as much attention as Ah’ve just said… Now, ya’ve got a match against the man of Tha Crew himself, an’ one of his dogs of war. Ah remember we were bookin' Cocheese ta hold that belt of our own company. He was most likely gonna be our firs’ world champ. An’ now? Yer lookin' ta take hour old prospect down yerself? Sounds like ah tall order, Badger. Mind if Ah grab ah beer?
Rech helps himself, heading towards Garland’s small fridge as Garland mutters under his breath. Rech seems happy to have found a cold drink, opening it up and taking a sip. Mid gulp, Garland responds…
Robert Garland - Tall order? You’re kiddin’ right? It must’ve been too long if you can’t remember who you’re talkin’ to Rech. I’ve been a world champ as well, Rech. I’ve been a multi time Hardcore Champion too. You think just because they’re holdin’ those MSW’s World and Hardcore belts that they’ve got a leg up on me? In a tag team match, too?! Hell, I’ve held those belts as well back in the day! These guys are completely outclassed, Rech.
Travis Rech - Back in the day is tha key point thar, though. Ain’t been since five years ago since ya’ve held any sort of title ‘round that waist. That scarred an' tore up waist of yers. That body that yer barely keeping togetha. Tha one that’s scarred from brutal contest an' battles after battles… Tha one ya’ve had bandaged ova an' ova again? Yeah, it’s startin’ ta wear on ya pretty hard Garland. Ya can lie ta me all ya want, but Ah know how damaged ya really are. Maybe five years ago, Cocheese would ‘ave been ah cake walk fer ya… But these days? Looks the otha way 'round ta me. 'Least that's what Cocheese would say. He an’ Theo have been sliggin’ trash yers and Chris’ way this whole time. Ya ain’t even given them a response come ta think of it...
Robert Garland - And you wanna know why?!
Garland turns his full attention to Travis Rech, Rech sipping from his beer once more before Garland begins his speech…
Robert Garland - Because those two simply aren’t worth my time, Rech! Ever since I’ve come back to The MSW, my goal has been to get Chris Williams back on his feet. If I didn’t think I could accomplish that goal? Then why the hell would I have even made my way out of that crowd and back into the ring?! Answer me that one, why don’t you?! Answer me as to why I would have set off on a mission without bein’ able to accomplish it?! I’m Robert “Badger’” Garland, Rech. I’ve been at this for way too long to believe that anyone can stand in my way! And you don’t think I’ve been listenin' to what those clowns have been sayin' about us this whole time?
How they told us to just move aside so they can get to the real competitors?! Hell!!! How they want to try and turn our match into a god damn Hardcore match just because their little chew toy captured himself his first taste of gold?! They’ve forgotten who they’re fuckin’ with Rech! They’ve forgotten about the history of The Badger. I fuckin’ wrote the book on Hardcore matches! Just last season I dominated in every hardcore bout the MSW booked me in! These fuckin’ scars I wear?! These aren’t for show, Rech! Each and every one of them were earned fightin’ men that Cocheese couldn’t even tie the fuckin’ shoes of! I’ve played with fire, and I’ve been burned real bad! These jokers? They talk real big because that’s all they’ve got! They’re tryin’ to prove to everyone that they’re the real deal, because of sheeple grovelin' at their feet, and tellin’ them that they’re the best. That’s all that keeps them goin’! Meanwhile?! Well… Let’s just say the only reason Cocheese is even champ right now is because I never felt like goin’ after it!!!
And another thing…
Wait…
I get what you’re doin'…
Travis Rech - Oh yeah?
Robert Garland - Yeah, you’re tryin’ to be some type of father figure or somethin’ right?! You’re tryin’ to get me hyped up and take this match more seriously than I want to. You’re tryin’ to tell me that if I don’t be careful… I’m gonna wind up with a few more broken bones. Of course I get what you’re doin’!
Rech takes a final sip, before asking Garland again…
Travis Rech - Is that right? Ya shure can talk real big. Just like tha Crew ya know?
Rech wears a smile on his face, shaking the beer can to signify that it’s empty as Garland shakes his head and goes back to cleaning himself up. Garland puts his shirt on, Rech making one last comment.
Travis Rech - But’ the only reason they’re talkin’ big? Is because they’re runnin’ scared of mah old pal. All this talk 'bout wakin’ tha demon in Williams back up, ya forgot that there’s ah monster that lives inside ya as well. Glad Ah could help ya find it in these last few days befer’ yer match-up.
Rech tosses his beer can in the trash corner, making his way for the exit as Garland purposefully looks away from his mentor. Before Rech shuts the door, he mentions that he left Garland a few extra bucks on the counter so Garland could work on cleaning this place up. With that, Rech says he’ll be sure to see Garland again soon, Garland remaining quiet as Rech shuts the door and heads outside. With that, Garland is left standing alone in his makeshift ring. Garland catches himself thinking about everything that Rech just said to him. Garland turns to the door, looking serious…
Robert Garland - Thanks… You old bastard…
Garland starts to clean up after himself, the scene beginning to fade... Rech pulls away from the warehouse as Garland remains focused on the ordeal left in from of his and Chris Williams…
Robert Garland - It’s open, ya bum!
And just like that, the door began to swing open. Standing in the doorway was none other than Travis Rech. Rech is wearing a pressed black suit, dress pants, and currently has sunglasses worn over his eyes. His outfit heavily contrasts Garland’s gym shorts and shirtless attire, the divide in their bank accounts made obvious. Rech makes his way inside Garland’s new home, looking around a bit before arriving, and sitting, at a three legged barstool at the counter of Garland’s “kitchen.” The two remain quite, Rech taking off his shades and putting them in his white undershirt’s pocket. Garland remains watchful of his longtime friend, Rech starting their conversation off…
Travis Rech - Ah know it’s been a’while now, but ya can at least say ‘ello ta yer old pal. Ah guess not much’s changed fer ya. New location, but ya kept that same attitude afta all this time. Well, Actually, Ah guess somethin’s changed now that Ah’ve thought about it ah second. Seems somehow ya’ve become tha good guy again! Yer heart dun’ grown three sizes since Ah’ve left! An’, Ah’ve gotta say Ah’m diggin’ it. ‘Bout time those fans had yer back.
Garland remains silent, Rech continuing to look around the place from his seat. Rech know’s Garland won’t stay quiet forever, the two having known one another since the start of Garland’s wrestling career. And, sure enough…
Robert Garland - *Wearing the towel around his shoulders* At least someone has.
Travis Rech - Hey now, don’ be like that, brotha’! Ya’ know Ah’ve got mah own business ta run since Tha RWD shut it’s doors. But don’t think Ah haven’ been watchin’ everythin’ ya’ve been up ta since ya’ve come back inta 'ere this wrasslin’ world. Ah’ve seen ya tryin' ta repay yer debt ta Chris Williams. Noble. At least, ya keep sayin’ it’s out of some sort of debt yer carryin’, but Ah know it’s really cause yer tryin’ ta redeem yerself. Tha old ya would’ve went right towards Frank on Day numbah one, but this ‘ere Garland’s still protectin’ his pal afta all these months. An’ now, jus’ ta show ya Ah’ve been payin’ as much attention as Ah’ve just said… Now, ya’ve got a match against the man of Tha Crew himself, an’ one of his dogs of war. Ah remember we were bookin' Cocheese ta hold that belt of our own company. He was most likely gonna be our firs’ world champ. An’ now? Yer lookin' ta take hour old prospect down yerself? Sounds like ah tall order, Badger. Mind if Ah grab ah beer?
Rech helps himself, heading towards Garland’s small fridge as Garland mutters under his breath. Rech seems happy to have found a cold drink, opening it up and taking a sip. Mid gulp, Garland responds…
Robert Garland - Tall order? You’re kiddin’ right? It must’ve been too long if you can’t remember who you’re talkin’ to Rech. I’ve been a world champ as well, Rech. I’ve been a multi time Hardcore Champion too. You think just because they’re holdin’ those MSW’s World and Hardcore belts that they’ve got a leg up on me? In a tag team match, too?! Hell, I’ve held those belts as well back in the day! These guys are completely outclassed, Rech.
Travis Rech - Back in the day is tha key point thar, though. Ain’t been since five years ago since ya’ve held any sort of title ‘round that waist. That scarred an' tore up waist of yers. That body that yer barely keeping togetha. Tha one that’s scarred from brutal contest an' battles after battles… Tha one ya’ve had bandaged ova an' ova again? Yeah, it’s startin’ ta wear on ya pretty hard Garland. Ya can lie ta me all ya want, but Ah know how damaged ya really are. Maybe five years ago, Cocheese would ‘ave been ah cake walk fer ya… But these days? Looks the otha way 'round ta me. 'Least that's what Cocheese would say. He an’ Theo have been sliggin’ trash yers and Chris’ way this whole time. Ya ain’t even given them a response come ta think of it...
Robert Garland - And you wanna know why?!
Garland turns his full attention to Travis Rech, Rech sipping from his beer once more before Garland begins his speech…
Robert Garland - Because those two simply aren’t worth my time, Rech! Ever since I’ve come back to The MSW, my goal has been to get Chris Williams back on his feet. If I didn’t think I could accomplish that goal? Then why the hell would I have even made my way out of that crowd and back into the ring?! Answer me that one, why don’t you?! Answer me as to why I would have set off on a mission without bein’ able to accomplish it?! I’m Robert “Badger’” Garland, Rech. I’ve been at this for way too long to believe that anyone can stand in my way! And you don’t think I’ve been listenin' to what those clowns have been sayin' about us this whole time?
How they told us to just move aside so they can get to the real competitors?! Hell!!! How they want to try and turn our match into a god damn Hardcore match just because their little chew toy captured himself his first taste of gold?! They’ve forgotten who they’re fuckin’ with Rech! They’ve forgotten about the history of The Badger. I fuckin’ wrote the book on Hardcore matches! Just last season I dominated in every hardcore bout the MSW booked me in! These fuckin’ scars I wear?! These aren’t for show, Rech! Each and every one of them were earned fightin’ men that Cocheese couldn’t even tie the fuckin’ shoes of! I’ve played with fire, and I’ve been burned real bad! These jokers? They talk real big because that’s all they’ve got! They’re tryin’ to prove to everyone that they’re the real deal, because of sheeple grovelin' at their feet, and tellin’ them that they’re the best. That’s all that keeps them goin’! Meanwhile?! Well… Let’s just say the only reason Cocheese is even champ right now is because I never felt like goin’ after it!!!
And another thing…
Wait…
I get what you’re doin'…
Travis Rech - Oh yeah?
Robert Garland - Yeah, you’re tryin’ to be some type of father figure or somethin’ right?! You’re tryin’ to get me hyped up and take this match more seriously than I want to. You’re tryin’ to tell me that if I don’t be careful… I’m gonna wind up with a few more broken bones. Of course I get what you’re doin’!
Rech takes a final sip, before asking Garland again…
Travis Rech - Is that right? Ya shure can talk real big. Just like tha Crew ya know?
Rech wears a smile on his face, shaking the beer can to signify that it’s empty as Garland shakes his head and goes back to cleaning himself up. Garland puts his shirt on, Rech making one last comment.
Travis Rech - But’ the only reason they’re talkin’ big? Is because they’re runnin’ scared of mah old pal. All this talk 'bout wakin’ tha demon in Williams back up, ya forgot that there’s ah monster that lives inside ya as well. Glad Ah could help ya find it in these last few days befer’ yer match-up.
Rech tosses his beer can in the trash corner, making his way for the exit as Garland purposefully looks away from his mentor. Before Rech shuts the door, he mentions that he left Garland a few extra bucks on the counter so Garland could work on cleaning this place up. With that, Rech says he’ll be sure to see Garland again soon, Garland remaining quiet as Rech shuts the door and heads outside. With that, Garland is left standing alone in his makeshift ring. Garland catches himself thinking about everything that Rech just said to him. Garland turns to the door, looking serious…
Robert Garland - Thanks… You old bastard…
Garland starts to clean up after himself, the scene beginning to fade... Rech pulls away from the warehouse as Garland remains focused on the ordeal left in from of his and Chris Williams…
