Post by Badgerman on Jun 7, 2014 23:44:46 GMT -6
The scene opens inside a local dive bar. The place is riddled with men who look to be scheming and some maybe even on the other side of the law. A couple of them are talking business at a few of the nearby table while some of them seem to be passing substances back and forth when they think no one is looking. There is at least one character on the scene though, that doesn’t seem to be interested in anything else but his drink. That man, Robert Garland, is sitting at the counter with a mug of beer in hand, black jacket on his back, and a few heavy weighing thoughts on his mind as he speaks out loud.
Robert Garland – You know, sometimes I don’t even understand all of this myself.
Man With a Cowboy Hat – I hear ya Boss Man, it’s a crazy scene. From what ye’re telling me, I reckon yer already in way over yer head without even a paddle ta help stay afloat. Seems ya got yerself a bit of trouble that jus’ won’t go away. It always comes back to that man, doesn’t it? Good ole’ Frank Washington.
Robert Garland – You don't even know the half of it, Tyson. The man is a waste of space... My space! And every time I make it a point to get away he just does somethin' that pulls me back into his life. And this time? This time he's going around and tryin' to play the nice guy card while I'm out there tryin' to show everyone his ways before he stabs them in the back. And what happens because of it? They cheer his name over the entire arena... And they drag mine through the mud! After everythin' I've done for the fans of the wrestlin' industry, they just turn their back on me whenever I speak my mind. It's infuriatin'!
Garland lets his mind wander, his face showing obvious signs of anger. He seems lost for words before putting his thoughts on hold and calling for another drink. The bartender acknowledges him and slides him one more as Garland visibly leaves payment on the counter.
Timothy Tyson – Thare a fickle lot, shure. But tha fans are gonna do what thare gonna do Boss Man. I thought ya didn't care 'bout them anymore?
Robert Garland – Yeah... I don't.
Garland chugs the next beer that he had just received. His anger seems to let go as his mind seems to, once again, be trapped in deep thought. The bartender starts eyeing him a bit, Garland looking back before trying to order another drink. With a shake of his head, the bartender starts to pour another glass for Garland, Garland receiving it as the bartender walks away.
Robert Garland – Look... There's just a lot on my mind right now... Besides, he may be in my head, but I know for a fact that I've gotten to him! I've seen the look in his eyes personally now and I saw the slight hint of fear he's feelin'. He knows he'll get found out soon enough and that the closer I get to him, the closer he'll get to being found out. That's why I just have to keep the pressure on him and force him to crack! Hell, he's already showin' signs that he's runnin' scared Tyson! That challenge he issued to me for Back to Basics? Ha! Talk about a way to save face! I have a plan for all this, you know? I won't let him just make empty threats anymore!
As soon as Garland finishes exclaiming, he chugs the last beer he received. Like before, Garland calls for another one, but this time the bartender walks over and shakes his head again. When Garland goes to pay, the bartender places his hand on the counter and starts to speak.
Bartender – Mr. Garland, I think you've had enough.
Robert Garland – Had enough? Well, isn't that just the most cliché thing I've ever heard. Please, just do us both a favor and climb down off your high horse before pouring me another! And besides, why should you care? I've got a designated driver here, don't I?!
Bartender – Sir, I don't know who you're referring to, but you've been here alone all night.
Garland turns his gaze away from the bartender to the seat next to him, Garland not seeing the man he saw before. With a look of shock, Garland seems to search around for him before finally giving up. The bartender keeps Garland in his sights, Garland now turning back to him before looking to pay off the rest of his tab and speaking one last time.
Robert Garland – This is just what I need, right? How are those people even suppose to believe me once they hear that I'm hallucinatin' imaginary friends?... And an old student at that? What are people going to think, huh? It's not like I've seen Tyson in the last few years, not since... Look, thanks. I'll be out of here in a minute.
The bartender seems content, leaving Garland alone as Garland once again looks around the bar. With almost a sad look in his eye, Garland heads to the door. Another man sizes Garland up as he's about to pass, the man pulling out a Taco Bell bag and leaving it on his table. As Garland passes, he makes a nonchalant grab at the bag, the man noticing money in the bag's place as Garland exits the building. Out on the streets, Garland hides the bag before heading back towards his gym. Once he arrives, he still seems to carry that same sad look. He tosses the bag on the table and starts to undress while the bag falls over... A needle that looks to have been used falling out on the table...
Robert Garland – You know, sometimes I don’t even understand all of this myself.
Man With a Cowboy Hat – I hear ya Boss Man, it’s a crazy scene. From what ye’re telling me, I reckon yer already in way over yer head without even a paddle ta help stay afloat. Seems ya got yerself a bit of trouble that jus’ won’t go away. It always comes back to that man, doesn’t it? Good ole’ Frank Washington.
Robert Garland – You don't even know the half of it, Tyson. The man is a waste of space... My space! And every time I make it a point to get away he just does somethin' that pulls me back into his life. And this time? This time he's going around and tryin' to play the nice guy card while I'm out there tryin' to show everyone his ways before he stabs them in the back. And what happens because of it? They cheer his name over the entire arena... And they drag mine through the mud! After everythin' I've done for the fans of the wrestlin' industry, they just turn their back on me whenever I speak my mind. It's infuriatin'!
Garland lets his mind wander, his face showing obvious signs of anger. He seems lost for words before putting his thoughts on hold and calling for another drink. The bartender acknowledges him and slides him one more as Garland visibly leaves payment on the counter.
Timothy Tyson – Thare a fickle lot, shure. But tha fans are gonna do what thare gonna do Boss Man. I thought ya didn't care 'bout them anymore?
Robert Garland – Yeah... I don't.
Garland chugs the next beer that he had just received. His anger seems to let go as his mind seems to, once again, be trapped in deep thought. The bartender starts eyeing him a bit, Garland looking back before trying to order another drink. With a shake of his head, the bartender starts to pour another glass for Garland, Garland receiving it as the bartender walks away.
Robert Garland – Look... There's just a lot on my mind right now... Besides, he may be in my head, but I know for a fact that I've gotten to him! I've seen the look in his eyes personally now and I saw the slight hint of fear he's feelin'. He knows he'll get found out soon enough and that the closer I get to him, the closer he'll get to being found out. That's why I just have to keep the pressure on him and force him to crack! Hell, he's already showin' signs that he's runnin' scared Tyson! That challenge he issued to me for Back to Basics? Ha! Talk about a way to save face! I have a plan for all this, you know? I won't let him just make empty threats anymore!
As soon as Garland finishes exclaiming, he chugs the last beer he received. Like before, Garland calls for another one, but this time the bartender walks over and shakes his head again. When Garland goes to pay, the bartender places his hand on the counter and starts to speak.
Bartender – Mr. Garland, I think you've had enough.
Robert Garland – Had enough? Well, isn't that just the most cliché thing I've ever heard. Please, just do us both a favor and climb down off your high horse before pouring me another! And besides, why should you care? I've got a designated driver here, don't I?!
Bartender – Sir, I don't know who you're referring to, but you've been here alone all night.
Garland turns his gaze away from the bartender to the seat next to him, Garland not seeing the man he saw before. With a look of shock, Garland seems to search around for him before finally giving up. The bartender keeps Garland in his sights, Garland now turning back to him before looking to pay off the rest of his tab and speaking one last time.
Robert Garland – This is just what I need, right? How are those people even suppose to believe me once they hear that I'm hallucinatin' imaginary friends?... And an old student at that? What are people going to think, huh? It's not like I've seen Tyson in the last few years, not since... Look, thanks. I'll be out of here in a minute.
The bartender seems content, leaving Garland alone as Garland once again looks around the bar. With almost a sad look in his eye, Garland heads to the door. Another man sizes Garland up as he's about to pass, the man pulling out a Taco Bell bag and leaving it on his table. As Garland passes, he makes a nonchalant grab at the bag, the man noticing money in the bag's place as Garland exits the building. Out on the streets, Garland hides the bag before heading back towards his gym. Once he arrives, he still seems to carry that same sad look. He tosses the bag on the table and starts to undress while the bag falls over... A needle that looks to have been used falling out on the table...
