Post by Badgerman on May 25, 2014 21:23:51 GMT -6
The setting is that of Robert Garland's partway destroyed gymnasium. As usual, the weight benches are in as much disarray as the seating benches are chipped and broken. The door to the storage closet is hanging partway off the hinges and the wrestling ring in the middle looks as if it's almost ready to collapse. However, this low rent facility is one of the few places that Robert “Badger” Garland feels most comfortable. Garland can be seen in the process of doing squats towards the back of the building with what looks to be a couple of hundred pounds. Garland can also be seen sweating, the bandages that were wrapping his head removed as his stitches are clearly visible. After a few moments Rech shows his familiar face, entering the building while loudly finishing up a phone conversation.
Travis Rech – Whaddya mean!? Ya can't do this! Ya can't just put this match togetha and think we'll just accept! Ah'm through with this! Ah'll tell 'im later an' ya bet they'll be hell to pay ya selfish ignorant jerk-off!
Travis Rech looks irate as he hangs up, Garland finishing his current set and looking over at his manager. Garland grabs a nearby towel to wipe his face, Rech standing with his hands on his hips and his head pointed downwards. This seems to catch Garland's attention, Garland tossing the towel on one of the weight benches before questioning his friend.
Robert Garland – What was that about?
Travis Rech – That was... That thar EmEsDub-ya. They're callin' me of course cause Ah'm tha only one that can talk ta ya without ya goin' all crazy on 'em. Their words, ya know. They sure got ah barrel of news fer us this time.
Robert Garland – So, what is it? They firin' me already? I'm sure after what we did to their business they're tryin' to get their money back by throwin' out my contract and placin' all the blame on me. That way they can continue to blow their poster boy Frank Washington while he's laughing to the bank... Hell, this was probably his plan all along. He acted the part of wantin' to finish our issues, but it was all a front so he could put the blame on me after the brawl and get me out of the picture! Well... That's all true, right?
Travis remains quiet as Garland seems to get angrier at his self imposed idea. Obviously starting to show frustration, Rech speaks up to calm him down...
Travis Rech – They wanna put ya in tha upcomin' Tag Team Tournament, Garland. They already scheduled ya in tha first night of tha tournament against some boys named “Southern Pride.” Them boys think they know tha South? One of 'ems from North Carolina fer damn sake an' last Ah checked North is tha otha direction!
Robert Garland - “Southern Pride?” Who the hell are they? And, a tag team tournament?! They know I hate tag matches, let alone a whole succession of them! Who the hell did they team me-
Travis Rech – *Cutting Garland off* These “Southern Pride” boys go bah tha names “Solid” Stefan Wallace an' Deacon Cash. One of thems ah former heavyweight champion from another promotion an' tha others been around tha business fer the last ten years, hell they've both been around about as long as yerself. One of em looks like ah freak show an' tha others gotten himself an underdog reputation, much like yer ole' pal Daniel Smart-
Robert Garland – Don't!...
This time Garland cuts Rech off, Rech yielding as Garland takes over the conversation with a warning.
Robert Garland – Mention the name “Smart” around me again... The first one leaves and the second one isn't even strong enough to fight back after gettin' jumped backstage! They're both worthless and I don't want to be associated with anyone of them anymore... That part of my career is over...
Garland looks back at his weight benches, getting back to his training as if on a self imposed schedule. Rech smirks to himself as if he's gotten off the hook from something, Garland starting to bench a few hundred more pounds as Rech continues the conversation in another direction.
Travis Rech – So, Ah'd imagine if ya heard about Daniel ya must've heard tha other bit of news from last Unstoppable.
Robert Garland – *Grunting* You mean... The message... From you know who?...
Travis Rech – Yeah, the lies 'e's out thar spewin' about feelin' alive afta fightin' ya. Tha bold “hero of the people” givin' his “fans” a pep talk about 'ow 'e's on top of tha world an' wants anotha match against ya whether sanctioned or unsanctioned. What ah load of crap if ya ask me!
Robert Garland – The show... Must go on...
Garland finishes this set, putting the weights back on the bench while resting a bit before his next set. Rech waits for Garland to speak up as Garland once again wipes his face. Garland checks his stitches before speaking again.
Robert Garland – And if our pal Frank wants to make his charade that much more believable, he has to go out there and make those “fans” believe that he wants it to go on. Inside he's already hopin' that our brawl left me with some severe damage that will keep me out of the ring, he's gamblin' on the fact that I won't be medically cleared to step back into the ring, but obviously MSW authorities have medically cleared me before the doctors have even gotten the chance. Our rivalry makes them money and they're all about growin' their wallet, even at the cost of one of their poster boys! This is hilarious! His so called back up has already fed him to the wolves and Washington's running scared while tryin' to put on a brave face! This is what I live for Rech... Makin' that asshole quake in his boots whether I'm around him or not!
Also... About those other two jokers... I don't care whether they've been around as long as I have or not. I don't care how many titles they have held around their waists or how many matches they have won or main events they've wrestled in. Hell, I don't even care about this stupid Tag Team Tournament the MSW's tryin' to sell. All I know is that I've also had my blood boiled and my insatiable appetite to hurt people has only been buildin' from day one. These two men, Stefan and Deacon, they're just two more steps towards gettin' back to Washington. They're gonna enter that arena... They're gonna to pose for their fans... And they're gonna be lovin' the spotlight before they're both beaten and sent to that very same hospital I've just spent the last few weeks at! And when I'm done with...
Wait...
Travis' eyes widen as if he's just been found out. Garland seems deep in thought as if solving a puzzle that has been given to him, Rech visibly biting his fingernails as Garland's eyes now widen as well...
Robert Garland – This... Tag match that they've put me in. My partner is exactly who I think it is... Isn't it?!
Travis Rech – Now Garland... Don't get all riled up!
Robert Garland is visibly annoyed, Rech actually backing away as Garland gets to his feet. Garland seems a man possessed, Travis nervously looking for a way out of this situation before Garland suddenly stops himself... And begins to laugh loudly.
Robert Garland – This... Is... Perfect! It's Frank Washington and Robert Garland forced to work together, isn't it?! That means that my theory is one hundred percent correct! The MSW has finally abandoned him after our brawl and are only seein' the money they can get by pushin' our buttons! Ha! Big mistake if you ask me... They've just ensured that one of us won't be around that much longer! In fact, I've got a plan for this whole situation Rech...
I'll respond to Washington's call out in due time... But for now, I'm gonna enjoy this whole thing for what it's worth. I'll revel in Washington's fear from the sidelines as those two jokers give it their all for a prize they'll never see. No matter how many matches those two have won in the past, even if they beat Washington down and pin him... Of course without my ever tagging in... They're just two more sheep who are too worried about what these fans think to be able to make it in this business. Call them back... Tell them I'll accept the match and try to get me a raise as well. We might as well make some more money while we enjoy ourselves watching Frank get destroyed from the best seats in the house.
Garland starts to laugh again, Rech listening and dialing his phone as Garland starts another set on the bench. With that, the scene fades as Garland's smile continues to be seen and Rech performs his managerial duties...
Travis Rech – Whaddya mean!? Ya can't do this! Ya can't just put this match togetha and think we'll just accept! Ah'm through with this! Ah'll tell 'im later an' ya bet they'll be hell to pay ya selfish ignorant jerk-off!
Travis Rech looks irate as he hangs up, Garland finishing his current set and looking over at his manager. Garland grabs a nearby towel to wipe his face, Rech standing with his hands on his hips and his head pointed downwards. This seems to catch Garland's attention, Garland tossing the towel on one of the weight benches before questioning his friend.
Robert Garland – What was that about?
Travis Rech – That was... That thar EmEsDub-ya. They're callin' me of course cause Ah'm tha only one that can talk ta ya without ya goin' all crazy on 'em. Their words, ya know. They sure got ah barrel of news fer us this time.
Robert Garland – So, what is it? They firin' me already? I'm sure after what we did to their business they're tryin' to get their money back by throwin' out my contract and placin' all the blame on me. That way they can continue to blow their poster boy Frank Washington while he's laughing to the bank... Hell, this was probably his plan all along. He acted the part of wantin' to finish our issues, but it was all a front so he could put the blame on me after the brawl and get me out of the picture! Well... That's all true, right?
Travis remains quiet as Garland seems to get angrier at his self imposed idea. Obviously starting to show frustration, Rech speaks up to calm him down...
Travis Rech – They wanna put ya in tha upcomin' Tag Team Tournament, Garland. They already scheduled ya in tha first night of tha tournament against some boys named “Southern Pride.” Them boys think they know tha South? One of 'ems from North Carolina fer damn sake an' last Ah checked North is tha otha direction!
Robert Garland - “Southern Pride?” Who the hell are they? And, a tag team tournament?! They know I hate tag matches, let alone a whole succession of them! Who the hell did they team me-
Travis Rech – *Cutting Garland off* These “Southern Pride” boys go bah tha names “Solid” Stefan Wallace an' Deacon Cash. One of thems ah former heavyweight champion from another promotion an' tha others been around tha business fer the last ten years, hell they've both been around about as long as yerself. One of em looks like ah freak show an' tha others gotten himself an underdog reputation, much like yer ole' pal Daniel Smart-
Robert Garland – Don't!...
This time Garland cuts Rech off, Rech yielding as Garland takes over the conversation with a warning.
Robert Garland – Mention the name “Smart” around me again... The first one leaves and the second one isn't even strong enough to fight back after gettin' jumped backstage! They're both worthless and I don't want to be associated with anyone of them anymore... That part of my career is over...
Garland looks back at his weight benches, getting back to his training as if on a self imposed schedule. Rech smirks to himself as if he's gotten off the hook from something, Garland starting to bench a few hundred more pounds as Rech continues the conversation in another direction.
Travis Rech – So, Ah'd imagine if ya heard about Daniel ya must've heard tha other bit of news from last Unstoppable.
Robert Garland – *Grunting* You mean... The message... From you know who?...
Travis Rech – Yeah, the lies 'e's out thar spewin' about feelin' alive afta fightin' ya. Tha bold “hero of the people” givin' his “fans” a pep talk about 'ow 'e's on top of tha world an' wants anotha match against ya whether sanctioned or unsanctioned. What ah load of crap if ya ask me!
Robert Garland – The show... Must go on...
Garland finishes this set, putting the weights back on the bench while resting a bit before his next set. Rech waits for Garland to speak up as Garland once again wipes his face. Garland checks his stitches before speaking again.
Robert Garland – And if our pal Frank wants to make his charade that much more believable, he has to go out there and make those “fans” believe that he wants it to go on. Inside he's already hopin' that our brawl left me with some severe damage that will keep me out of the ring, he's gamblin' on the fact that I won't be medically cleared to step back into the ring, but obviously MSW authorities have medically cleared me before the doctors have even gotten the chance. Our rivalry makes them money and they're all about growin' their wallet, even at the cost of one of their poster boys! This is hilarious! His so called back up has already fed him to the wolves and Washington's running scared while tryin' to put on a brave face! This is what I live for Rech... Makin' that asshole quake in his boots whether I'm around him or not!
Also... About those other two jokers... I don't care whether they've been around as long as I have or not. I don't care how many titles they have held around their waists or how many matches they have won or main events they've wrestled in. Hell, I don't even care about this stupid Tag Team Tournament the MSW's tryin' to sell. All I know is that I've also had my blood boiled and my insatiable appetite to hurt people has only been buildin' from day one. These two men, Stefan and Deacon, they're just two more steps towards gettin' back to Washington. They're gonna enter that arena... They're gonna to pose for their fans... And they're gonna be lovin' the spotlight before they're both beaten and sent to that very same hospital I've just spent the last few weeks at! And when I'm done with...
Wait...
Travis' eyes widen as if he's just been found out. Garland seems deep in thought as if solving a puzzle that has been given to him, Rech visibly biting his fingernails as Garland's eyes now widen as well...
Robert Garland – This... Tag match that they've put me in. My partner is exactly who I think it is... Isn't it?!
Travis Rech – Now Garland... Don't get all riled up!
Robert Garland is visibly annoyed, Rech actually backing away as Garland gets to his feet. Garland seems a man possessed, Travis nervously looking for a way out of this situation before Garland suddenly stops himself... And begins to laugh loudly.
Robert Garland – This... Is... Perfect! It's Frank Washington and Robert Garland forced to work together, isn't it?! That means that my theory is one hundred percent correct! The MSW has finally abandoned him after our brawl and are only seein' the money they can get by pushin' our buttons! Ha! Big mistake if you ask me... They've just ensured that one of us won't be around that much longer! In fact, I've got a plan for this whole situation Rech...
I'll respond to Washington's call out in due time... But for now, I'm gonna enjoy this whole thing for what it's worth. I'll revel in Washington's fear from the sidelines as those two jokers give it their all for a prize they'll never see. No matter how many matches those two have won in the past, even if they beat Washington down and pin him... Of course without my ever tagging in... They're just two more sheep who are too worried about what these fans think to be able to make it in this business. Call them back... Tell them I'll accept the match and try to get me a raise as well. We might as well make some more money while we enjoy ourselves watching Frank get destroyed from the best seats in the house.
Garland starts to laugh again, Rech listening and dialing his phone as Garland starts another set on the bench. With that, the scene fades as Garland's smile continues to be seen and Rech performs his managerial duties...
