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Post by Badgerman on Jul 7, 2014 13:15:38 GMT -6
Taking a page out of Chris William's book and posting some of my older, yet most recent work. Hopefully this can help you guys understand Garland more from where he's come from to where he is now. Enjoy, and feel free to leave feedback in my feedback topic if and when you get through it all. January 1, 2012 (12:26AM) The scene is set, a dark corner of night, carved out by a lone street light. Two men are shown among the nearby alleyway, both their faces covered by shadow. One of them seems very collected, save for the common glances around to make sure there was no one else there. The other, jittery, shaken, hands inside his jacket pockets, and speaking with anticipation...Just one more James, come on! I got the money, what's your problem?James - Garland, you an' I both know you ain't had no cash flow for the past six months! In fact, you ain't even paid me for them last three rounds! Whadya think this is man, a fuckin' farm house where you can just rob the golden goose's eggs? And besides, you're bein' too loud man! How you even expect to cut a deal with that volume on your voice box turned all the way up!?Robert Garland- But you don't understand James! One more hit is all it'll take! That one last boost of courage... And, and... And maybe I could sign up to be in the ring again huh?! Then you'd know I'm good for it! The money would flow in and all that bad mojo between us will "poof," right into the air with a wave of a payday!
That sounds good to you, right?!James - ...Man,
Ya know I'd hate to do this ta mah boy Garland, but you leave me no choice brah. I gotta cut you off. After all, it's still a business... No matter how close I am to prison for it. Garland is left speechless at James' words. His eyes completely lie focused toward the ground as he turns his head downwards. James seems to look on with a bit of concern, Garland suddenly lowering his voice.Robert Garland - Your boy huh? Heh...
Nah, I get it... It's "business" right?Garland slumps himself against a nearby wall and begins to reach into his jacket. James quickly seems to show signs of fright as Garland gives him a glance.James - Whoa man! It ain't gotta come to this! Yo, Garland man... Put the gu-Robert Garland - ...You got a light?Garland reveals his hands, a cigarette in one of them as he continues to stare at James. James seems completely shaken, but quickly returns back to his old ways with a sigh of relief. He reaches into his pocket and tosses Garland a lighter, which Garland manages to catch...James - Ya had me man. I thought you'd finally snapped. I mean, erryone around 'ere's already sayin' you're nuttier than Mr. Peanut. Garland takes a puff of his cigarette and seems to meditate for a moment. He seems to completely cut himself off from the rest of the world, James looking on as if waiting on his next words...Robert Garland - James.... You ever hear of Layne Staley? James - That dude from Alice In Chains? Yeah brah, I used to listen to them all the time. Dat was when music was stylin' Garland... The rap was good, the rock was good. Now all we gots out here is that "c"rap, you know. Music nowadays is like candy... Better when you remove them whiny bitch-ass "w"rappers.James seems to laugh at his own joke, Garland seemingly slightly amused. Robert Garland - Layne was my hero growing up James. Dude did what he want, had no ties to no one... He woke up one day and said "Im'a get on the microphone..." Heh, guess I modeled that bit of my wrestling career after him...
You know what else he did?Garland takes another puff, James looking to respond before Garland cuts him off.Robert Garland - He got high James! Cause his drug dealers weren't shit-heads who betray their friends man!James - Oh man! NOT THIS AGAIN! Dammit Garland, you ain't nothing but a good customer! You ain't never even been to my house before. In fact, the way you been actin', you ain't never gonna be visitin'! Garland seems to laugh the situation off, his free hand covering his face. He slowly halts, starring at the ground again, his cigarette starting to filter down...Robert Garland - ...Can't even make friends with a drug dealer... I bet Layne didn't have these problems, huh James? James - Yeah, but you know what did happen to 'ole boy? He died Garland! You know how? Alone! Speedballin'! The same 'ole shit you're tryin' to get me to sell to you! I ain't having no more of this attitude man... You need to get up on outta here...
I'm only tryin' to help you man.Robert Garland - ...Garland once again reaches into his pockets, this time James not even giving a second glance. Eventually, after rummaging around, Garland manages to grab a couple of coins and places them in James' hands. Garland looks on and asks,Robert Garland - ...How much "Mary Jane," can this get me?...James - ...I'll see what I got left...With that, James goes to the back, Garland waiting patiently as he tosses his cigarette away. Within a few minutes, James appears again, holding onto a small plastic baggy. James hands the bag to Garland, and Garland seems to thank him before starting to walk away. The alley becomes quiet once more, James looking on before coming to a sudden realization...James - That sly sum-bitch just stole my lighter!...Fascinating Mr. Garland... So that's what happened before that unfortunate event... Should we chalk it up to the drugs then? Or was it something deeper that made you commit the crime?...You wanna hear more... Heh, women and their curiosity...
Well, you gotta wait for the next session doc... After all, they're about ready to bring this "ravenous attack dog" back to his cell... You hear that's what they're calling me now, huh? Seems someone in upper management's trying to make some plans... A certain Boss Warden I'd guess... |
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Post by Badgerman on Jul 7, 2014 13:21:43 GMT -6
January 1, 2012 (1:17AM) The road is empty, save for a lone man wandering down the sidewalk. The man seems slightly disturbed, laughing a bit to himself as if he had just heard the greatest of jokes. He walks closer into view, almost tripping over himself a few times before being recognized as Robert Garland. It seems as if he’s been walking for miles, his laughter turning to a quick sigh before a smile returns to his face. Seemingly exhausted, Garland takes a seat on a nearby street corner, eyeing a half-drunk beer bottle next to him as he sits.Robert Garland – Happy grass and beer huh? HAHA! This seems to be my lucky night!Garland disgustingly takes a sip of the bottle he just found, a bit of it dripping down his face before he places it back on the corner, his hand still gripping the top of it tightly. With his other arm, he wipes his mouth and laughs to himself a bit more. However, his laughter quickly subsides, Garland now seemingly solemn as he focuses on the building across from him.Robert Garland – *Getting to his feet* Heh… of all the places to stumble upon… Or maybe, I was leading myself back home this whole time. Maybe you’re right subconscious… Maybe it is time for bed.Garland begins to walk forward, shaking his head a bit as if trying to get rid of a sudden headache. He remains clutching the beer bottle, heading towards a beat up and partially torn down building. As he continues forward, a familiar voice rings in his ears.Look at ya Boss Man! Yer ah mess! Garland’s eyes light up with shock, turning quickly to his side, frantically looking to find where the voice was coming from. After a short while, he seems to realize that he is, in fact, alone in the dead of night. Once again, he holds his head before speaking to himself.Robert Garland – Really Garland… Hearing voices again? I thought you were over this… I guess it really is bed time… Don’t ya ignore me Garland! I reckon’ ya’ll know why ah’m ‘ere! Ta remind ya that ya all chased me away! That’s right, listen Boss Man! Listen ta me!Garland remains quiet, staring forward and looking at the run down building. He heads towards the partially destroyed doorway, opening what’s left of the door with a loud creak as the voice continue to pester him…It’s all yer fault Boss Man! Ya said I’d be sumthan big ‘roud ‘ere! And what’d ya get me? …Oh, don’t get me wrong! I saw that there “big time.” Big time pay-per-view loss afta loss! Ah was suppose ta be yer replacement Garland! Yer one an' only student!Robert Garland – Shut up… Just stop Tyson… Awww… Mr. Hardcore can’t even handle a lil’ hecklin’? Shut up, Shut up, SHUT THE HELL UP T.N.T.!Garland suddenly collapses towards the ground, his breathing starts to get heavier but he quickly seems to catch himself. He glances around the inside of his “dojo.” The building he was once proud of was now a wasteland. Garbage, broken glass, broken bottles, and even a few used needles littered the floor. He turns his view to the beaten up wrestling ring in the center of it all… Surrounded by weight benches that look completely rusted, it now matched the rest of the floor. Ropes were torn from place, the matt was dirty and dusty, and the turnbuckles were hanging on by a few inches of padding.Robert Garland – I know I let you down Tyson… I’m sorry… Sorry? Never thought I’d hear Garland say something like that out loud! The second voice hits Garland a bit harder than the last. This one was a bit more cheery about the situation though, slight laughter seeming to filter out after her words.Robert Garland - …I haven’t thought of you in ages Nikki… Why now Garland? Why now?... Awww, Cwazy Widdle Garwand! Always used to say I was cwazy! You always thought, to yourself of course, that I was a drain on you! But hey, call me crazy all you want, but I think you’re the one who’s really messed up!
I gave you everything I had and you ran away! Remember the EWA? Who besides me managed to… motivate you enough to prepare for all of those matches? Who Garland? You loved me and you know it!
And now here we are… You left yourself with this broken heart, not me! Robert Garland - I was trying to protect...Oh, don't go bullshit movie cliche on me! You weren't trying to protect me... You were scared... Scared of being happy... And now look at you...The voice seems to show signs of sympathy, as it asks a final question...Are you even remotely happy... all by yourself like this?A few tears seem to fall from Garland's face. Still clutching the beer bottle, he pushes himself to his feet and runs wildly towards the back room. He opens the door quickly and yells out loud...Robert Garland - Needles, where are they?! ...There ain't nothin' there no more Garland. You done took all you could afford and Ah threw tha rest out 'fore Ah left...Robert Garland - No... No... NO!, NO!, NO!, NO!, NO!, NO!Garland starts to punch the nearby wall with his left hand, the voice completely quiet until his tantrum subsides...Robert Garland - Where did you go Travis?... Why did you leave me all alone?...
WHY AREN'T YOU HERE WHILE I'M SUFFERING TO TELL ME-That it'd be all right?Being reminded of his old trainer, mentor, and friend, Garland looks once more around the back room. Besides the trash, he eyes some old memories. Posters, replica title belts... Even some of the old gas cans that Rech had Garland syphon as part of his daily training. Garland seems to chuckle again, once more talking to himself...Robert Garland - "Steal tha gas from these street cars, Badger. The fastah you pull it off, the fastah you'll get in tha ring! And, if tha cops catch ya... Well running from 'em is jus' another form of speed trainin', now it'int it?"
We never could afford those training exercises, could we? No way, Garland! 'Sides, them "exercises," were part o' mah specialty! Part of tha reason you became tha Global Champion o'er in tha GWF! We made us a great team...
But now, ya've fallen apart. You need ta take control, clean yerself up and step back inta tha ring! Didn't ya read that note I'd left?! Garland continues to eye the back room and reaches inside before responding to the voice with a serious tone.Robert Garland - I know... You left so I could have a chance to find myself again...
But it's not working... How am I supposed to function all by myself? It's just not working Rech... If this is another form of training, then consider me a failure...Wait, what're ya doin'?!Before he could stop himself, Garland managed to pour the gas cans all over the ground. He reaches down to once again pick up his nearby beer bottle, taking another swig of it as he heads towards that beat up front door.Garland! Stop!Upon reaching the front door, he kicks it open. The door easily falls off the hinges and to the side as Garland turns once more to look at his home...Ya really done gone full crazy, ain't ya? With a hint of a smile, Garland reaches into his pocket, taking a few more steps away from the building as he speaks out once more...Robert Garland - Sorry guys... I don't know if I'm ready to go back just yet...With that, Garland pulls James' lighter from his pocket, now a long way from the building. He turns once more, tossing the lighter towards the gas as the place begins to catch on fire with an explosive noise.
All Garland could do was stand across from the situation he'd created. Taking one more drink as he watched the fire burn. After a short while he heard the sound of police sirens in the distance, Garland completely fixated on the fire that was engulfing everything he'd known......So that's why you burned it down... Seems we're slowly getting to the root of the problem. Feeling alone and betrayed, you backed yourself into a corner and got rid of everything that was bothering you.I will neither acknowledge or agree with that statement. All I knew is that I wanted those voices to stop, and I did what I thought was best.
But, in case you were wondering... This is the point of the story where the court's jesters showed up...Good ol' Boss Warden's warriors of justice... |
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Post by Badgerman on Jul 7, 2014 13:27:43 GMT -6
The flames licked the sky and all I could do was stare. On an impulse, I had thrown away the life I've left and the rest of my life as well...
And for what Garland? What were you trying to accomplish by burning down your home? What was going through your mind besides all of those people from your past?
I told you... I just wanted my imagination to leave me alone. It kept pickin' at me as if I was some sort of bad guy. But, those figments of my past were right with everythin' they were saying.
You want to know the truth?
I guess, when I think about it, I really didn't want to hear their truths. I was tired of how everyone saw me, how their fingers pointed and their eyes stared... Some washed up wrestler from the past who was addicted to all sorts of drugs. Maybe, I was just lashin' out at my situation. Maybe, I just wanted to throw away my past and start over... Maybe... Maybe, even I don't know the truth.
January 1, 2012 (1:32AM) Flames engulf the worn down gymnasium, smoke filling the air. Robert Garland remains across the street, watching his handiwork and taking another sip of his half empty beer bottle. Sirens fill the nearby area, Garland still watching the fire spread as if in a daze as a loud speaker comes into play.This is the police! Put your hands up and come quietly!If you don't comply, we are authorized to use full force!Garland remains in a trance, the officers slowly getting out of their vehicle. One of them constantly trains his weapon on Garland as the other moves in a bit closer.Looks like we've got ourselves another weirdo Fife. Give me the cuffs, we'll book him and be back at the office before you know it.Samuel Fife - Alright Tom, just be careful. The weirdos are always the most dangerous...Thomas McClane - Don't worry, this one looks harmless to me. In fact, it doesn't even seem like he cares that we're here. Maybe he's ready to give up on a whim, knowing that he's busted!Fife reaches into the cop car, grabbing an extra pair of handcuffs as McClane puts his hand on his holster. McClane tries to call out once more as Garland continues to ignore the situation, Fife throwing the handcuffs over as McClane moves in. Thomas McClane - Alright, this is how it's going to be. You, my friend, are going to come with us for some questioning. Consider yourself a suspect in a case of arson! That's 20 years in jail, starting! If you come quietly, we can shave a few years off in case you're found guilty. Garland remains, no response more than a simple nod. McClane seems to take this as a sign of submission as he moves in closer. Once in range, McClane grabs Garland's arm, Fife still with his weapon readied... Garland quickly rebelling!
CRASH!
Samuel Fife - Tom!
The sound effects of both a shattering beer bottle over an officer's head and a bullet flying through the air, compliment the burning flames. McClane falls to the ground, Garland following close after as the bullet Fife fired hits him in the shoulder. Without a second thought, Fife runs towards McClane, picking him up to his feet as he groggily steps about, blood leaking down his face as Fife calls for backup. Garland stays grounded, holding his shoulder in pain as screaming into the air, not in pain but in anguish.
Whhhhyyyyy..?!? ------------------
January 1, 2012 (1:57AM) The scene cuts to the Walton Correctional Institution, Garland being forcibly dragged and pushed into the shower room. Two officers move quick to strip him, checking his clothes and removing his piercings, Garland screaming as his shirt is pulled over his head.Medic! We need help in here! He's bleeding on the floor! Clean him up before we continue!
Why didn't we bring him to the hospital first?!The prison was closer, man! It'd have taken 'round another 30 minutes to bring both 'im and McClane to dat hospital down the road!Quickly, another officers comes into the room, pushing a hospital bed through as Garland is pushed onto it.Robert Garland - Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!He's freaking out! Medic!? Medic!As if on command, an officer bearing medical equipment bursts into the room. He yells for Garland to be held down as he rummages through his medical bag. Removing a needle, the officer fills it with a popular sedative, injecting Garland before calling for a pair of pliers. Gruesomely, the officer digs the pliers into Garland's shoulder, Garland continuing to scream in pain as the pliers are moved around.Robert Garland - AHHHHhhhhh! DAMMIT! Aren't you supposed to wait until the sedative kicks in?!Shut up! Because of you, I had to attend to Officer McClane! He's not going to be happy when he wakes up!The bullet is quickly removed, Garland screaming out once more as it's pulled from his skin. With that, the officer begins to clean the wound, the sedative starting to kick in as Garland begins to pass out from both the drugs and the pain. The officers scream for him to stay awake, Garland fighting with everything he's got...------------------
January 1, 2012 (9:32AM) Samuel Fife - I apologize sir! If it wasn't for me, Officer McClane wouldn't have been injured. I should've stopped his approach! I knew something wasn't right!Officer Fife stands in the center of a lavishly decorated room, his police hat held tight in his hands as he looks across the room towards a seated figure in a well tailored suit. Fife seems slightly shaken in this man's presence, but keeps a hold on himself and he turns whatever fear he's showing into a very serious face.Robert Garland, you say? Here? In my prison? Hah! Haven't heard that name in a while!Samuel Fife - Yes sir, Mr. Wisdom. A tough one to bring back too! Even with a bullet in his shoulder, he managed to fight off two more guards before being subdued. I don't know how he found the strength!Boss Warden - This... is.. perfect!Samuel Fife - ...Boss?Mr. Wisdom jumps to his feet, Fife looking on as he is shown a very gleeful face. Within a few seconds though, Wisdom seems to hold his smile back. He turns his face away from Fife and looks down through bulletproof glass windows. The entire prison is at the mercy of his survey, Warden Wisdom smiling once more while remaining with his back to Fife.Boss Warden - You ever hear of the expression, "Ask and you shall receive?"
Well, Officer Fife, you may not know this but this prison's been losing money for a while now. The government isn't what it used to be. All of our funding? Cut! All of our requests for more officers? Cut! Hell, the only thing they all seem to care about nowadays is that damn idea of healthcare reform. Do they not see the madness that this society is leaving on the side of the road? Why, a man needs to keep the criminals off the street... Isn't that right Fife?Samuel Fife - Yes sir!Mr. Wisdom - That's right.... I think we've found our ticket to proceed without this so called government hounding us. I think this new addition to our society can help us extend our reach. Eventually Fife, we will reform this world... One prisoner at a time! As for the money to do so... Well, let's just say I make a few phone calls in a bit and start setting all that straight.Boss Warden stays looking at his prison, Fife standing around awkwardly and scratching his head. He seems to be contemplating a response, Mr. Wisdom paying him no attention.Samuel Fife - Umm... Mr. Wisdom... I'm sorry to say this, but I just don't understand. How could this one criminal be the ticket to reversing our money issues? I mean, with all due respect, it's just a common criminal who so happened to commit arson.Boss Warden - He's Robert Garland, isn't he?Mr. Wisdom turns towards Fife, a twinkle in his eye as he looks to reveal part of his master plan.Boss Warden - The famous Hardcore wrestler, Robert Garland. A former World champion who fell on some hard times. Now, Fife. Let's make this situation work for us. We simply start by coaxing him back into the ring, wrestling under our prison... And then we collect his paychecks!
A man with that prestige has to have make big money back in his time! We sign him a contract with hope that he's still worth a fraction of that. Hell! We can even call this all community service and tack it onto his "possible" prison sentence! Samuel Fife - I didn't know you were a wrestling fan Boss! I'd hate to ruin your plan, but we don't even know if he'll be convicted yet... He seems to have bizarre psychotic episodes. Any normal judge would just put him in a local psyche word, rather than a prison cell.Boss Warden - You let me take care of his "trial" Fife. I'll just add another number to the phone calls I'm about to make... We'll make sure to get Garland a lawyer that will present our case for us! Once that's over, any judge that tries him will have no choice but to send him right into our hands! With that, Fife is dismissed, Boss Warden picking up his office phone and dialing happily. After a few rings, it seems the other line picks up... The scene cutting to a close. |
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Post by Badgerman on Jul 7, 2014 13:50:45 GMT -6
The night cascades over the scene. Clouds are scarce, a lone camera focusing on the street. Before long, a shrouded police van pulls over to side of the road, two familiar men exiting the vehicle with one of them talking loud and angrily.
Thomas McClane - And why are we the guinea pig's guinea pigs?! Why does Warden Wisdom expect us, of all people, to escort this mangy mutt around arena to arena?! I've been on the force for eight years Fife, EIGHT YEARS!
Let me tell you, I didn't think I'd be captaining a rodeo show like this one! Samuel Fife - ...That's just bad blood speaking. I swear, you haven't been the same since Garland attacked you with that beer bottle -And that's exactly my point!! Garland's a maniac, and a maniac like that deserves to be trapped behind bars, for the rest of his life, without any sign or hope of "fun." If Wisdom thinks that letting this former wrestler, wrestle is any form of punishment or community service... Then our prison system's got more problems than I ever thought possible!The two men head towards the back of their police van, McClane leading the way as the camera catches more of the background. Partially lighting up the night is the Cow Palace, Fife stopping to look for a bit while McClane reaches the back of the van. Before McClane could continue, Fife speaks up once more.Samuel Fife - Just think of this as an opportunity McClane. We get paid a bit extra, get to travel to country, maybe even the world. The only price we have to pay is keeping our eyes on this prisoner as often and thorough as possible.
And speaking of pay... His pay becomes our pay McClane! So, just to recap for you: extra cash, traveling around, theoretical promotions for a job well done when this is all over... Life's looking pretty good for us!Thomas McClane - Heh... Yeah... And just about how much are you planning on making off of Garland's paychecks? You realize the whole point is to raise funds for the Walton Correctional Institution, right? And besides... this is "Boss Warden" we're talking about. That crafty old man probably plans on keeping most of these paychecks to himself.... Can you keep it down out there?... I'm tryin' to take my time allotted cat-nap...Thomas McClane - You bastard!McClane smashes his fist against the locked gate on the back of the van, as if to antagonize the prisoner inside. Garland sits on one of the side benches, two more police officers locked in with him to help keep him under control.Thomas McClane - What have I told you about talking Garland!? Does everything just go through one ear and out the other?! You are a prisoner, not a human being! You don't get privileged unless we say otherwise! Samuel Fife - Geeze McClane... Alright!
Let's just say you go find us a nearby motel to crash at. It's cheap you know? And, if we sleep in shifts, we'll only need one room. I'm sure there's something neaby! Thomas McClane - And what about Garland here?! Samuel Fife - Don't worry, there's three other officers here, remember? We can watch over the "debt to society." Now, go on and cool your head a bit...McClane grumbles and mutters to himself as he walks off into the distance, Samuel left eying the inside of the gate. Garland keeps his head looking downwards, the two other officers scooting a bit more away from him now that he's awake. Samuel laughs a bit to himself, reaching and grabbing his key ring. He signals to the officers that he's about to open the door, both of them training weapons on Garland as he stays seated.Samuel Fife - You two... Guard the truck and the nearby area until McClane comes back. I'll take the first shift of guarding the prisoner.Officer #1, Officer#2 - Yes sir! The two officers exit as Samuel opens the door. Both men scan the nearby area and keep an eye on the truck in case of foul play. Samuel simply locks the door behind him and walks over towards Garland, Garland still keeping his head down. With a smile on his face, Samuel sits across from Garland, Garland now raising his head to reveal his stoic look from behind his mask. His chains rattle themselves a bit as he sways slightly as if trying to wake himself up...Robert Garland - Yes... officer?...
Oh... sorry... I forgot I wasn't supposed to talk without permission. Well, maybe I'll just refer to you with a nod or a shake of the head instead. I mean, that's how you guys treat "us" animals right? No rights? No privileges? Heh...
McClane's full of shit. Samuel chuckles a bit more as if to humor Garland, Garland now looking up towards the roof and leaning back. After a short while, Samuel speaks up...Samuel Fife - I thought you'd like to know that we've gotten a schedule for this week's IPW Unchained. Pretty cool huh?
The name of the show just works so perfectly, I mean think about it! You get let loose Garland. You get another chance to make your mark on the world! All it costs you is just some routine surveillance and BAM... You're a star again.
Doesn't that sound great?Robert Garland - I'm not sure what sort of mind games you're playing with me... We both know that you don't really care about all of that Fife...
All you're here for is the money and the fame of being Garland's "staff." You're nothing more than a hood ornament out there... When the fans cheer for me - Samuel Fife - OH! How cute! Samuel just starts laughing, almost hysterically, Garland eyeballing him as he tries to maintain his composure. Quickly enough, and after a couple of knee slaps, Sam seems to catch his breath. He remains with a big smile across his face, Garland staying quiet...Samuel Fife - You actually think that people are going to cheer for a prisoner?
Look Garland... No matter what you may have done in the past, you're just a "monster" now! You're going out there, for those fans, to either maim opponents or be brought down! You're nothing more than a circus act under our big tent!
...Now, for the reason I actually came in here...Samuel reaches into his pocket, fishing around for a bit before pulling a tattered looking piece of paper into view. He unfolds it and reads over it once more, as if he had forgotten what it said...Samuel Fife - Let's see here... Ok! Got it! It seem they've scheduled you to debut in a tag match Garland... Teaming with someone named A.C. Douglas. Six-foot-three, two hundred and forty pounds... Bigger than you are, that's for sure.
Says here he used to play football, baseball, and ran track and field in high school... Then he got a scholarship to Duke huh? Well, seems you've got a real winner on your side... Seems like he's be rather smug and arrogant though, from all that success.Robert Garland - ...I hate tag matches...Samuel Fife - Well suck it up Garland!
Now then... You're opponents, they're on here somewhere... Oh yeah, Here we go!
Michael Smart and Chris Williams?Garland's eyes seem to bulge out of his head, Samuel backing away a bit as Garland grabs for the paper. Samuel seems obviously frightened, Garland grabbing once more before Samuel pulls a taser from his side. Upon being threatened, Garland forces himself to calm down, Samuel keeping his aim trained before finally lowering his guard...Samuel Fife - Seems... Seems, I struck a nerve there...
Well, Garland *catching his breath* would you like to tell me a bit more about these two opponents of yours?Silence overtakes the scene, Garland breathing a bit heavily, but continuing to stabilize. He glances towards Fife, his eyes locked on as he responds...Robert Garland - I used to watch over Smart... On Sundays over at GWF I would host a show to help push the undercard... Smart was one of my brightest stars...
I've also faced him in the ring, trained a bit with him too... He's ruthless and tactful. He'll be on you and looking for the Smartshooter before you can realize it. Lots of experience under his belt, includin' a major title.
Last I saw of him, he was becomin' too big for himself to contain. Even went nuts for a while, thinking he was some kind of private detective... Seemed to have some sort of grudge against... Chris Williams. Garland takes another deep breath, Fife re-holstering his tazer as he continues to listen.Robert Garland - An old tag team partner... Sort of... Also, an old rival... Sort of.
Chris Williams and I go way back to my debut in professional wrestlin'. In fact, we both started around the same time back in GWF... However, he only made it to the midcard titles while I captured our show's main event gold...
I'm sure he's over here now lookin' to prove himself to his fans... Heh... Well, guess I'm only here to make these guys bleed, right? To think I'd be debuting against my old friends...Samuel Fife - That's where you're wrong Garland!Garland seems slightly taken aback by Samuel's interjection. Samuel suddenly wears a serious look, Garland waiting on his next few words...Samuel Fife - You, Robert "Badger" Garland, have no more friends... Well, maybe except for A.C. Douglas.
Your job is to get in that ring and win! You are only here to be a freak show for the audience while knowing that any success you may have out there becomes our success. You're our attack dog Garland, and if you don't perform well enough to make us happy... Then you'll lose out on any table scraps we might be willing to feed you.
You think that you have it bad now? Well, you keep thinking that you have "friends" left in this world, and you don't go out there treating both Smart and Williams as punching bags... Who knows how many more privileges we'll decide to take away from you...Fife reaches once more into his pocket, this time pulling a switchblade out in the open. Fife smiles an innocent smile as Garland's eyes seem to widen...Samuel Fife - Maybe we'll start putting you, slowly, on death-row for your crimes... A tip of the finger here... A toe there? We're cops you know, we could just blame anything that happens to you on other prisoners, or whoever we want, for that matter!
Trust us Garland, we can make your life worse than it already is...Suddenly McClane's voice booms from a close distance. Samuel seems to hear this and puts the knife away, calling for one of the other officers to switch places with him for the moment. Before leaving, Samuel turns and looks at Garland one more time, Garland leaving Samuel with one more response.Robert Garland - Of course of all the cops to watch over me... I get the corrupt one. Just my luck, huh?
I may not have any more friends Fife... But, I'm not gonna be your bitch! You want to have some personal fun with all that pushin' and shovin' you've been doing to me? Just learn how far you can actually push yourself before you find that switchblade of yours shoved somewhere you're not gonna like...Samuel Fife - Haha! Good Garland! Just bring that attitude to the ring when you get there. I'm sure the fans will love to see what you can do! With that, Samuel exits the back of the van. Garland being locked in once more as one of the previous officers sits nearby. The engine roars as the van begins to move, driving off towards a nearby Motel 6... |
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Post by Badgerman on Jul 7, 2014 13:57:46 GMT -6
Unchained 7.27.12
The scene remains focused on the ring, Chris Williams and Michael Smart barely being held back by security. More guards get sent over the top rope, the crowd in a frenzy as the camera pans over towards the ramp. AC Douglas and Robert Garland are centered on the screen, the camera following them as they head to the back, Douglas leading the way as Garland stops for a second to continue watching the carnage in the ring. Quickly, Douglas is shown exiting backstage, Garland now catching himself and following suit. The camera also follows him through the curtain, Samuel Fife and Thomas McClane waiting for their "hometown hero." Samuel Fife - Well done Garland, well done!Fife is shown on screen, McClane standing next to him with his arms crossed and an antagonizing look in his eyes. Fife calls quickly to two nearby officers, one of them holding Garland's chains while the other holds his shackles. There is silence and a feeling of unrest between everyone as Fife seems to beckon for Garland to submit himself.Samuel Fife - Did you enjoy that? That short taste of freedom? I must say, I for one am really impressed at your performance out there. Thomas McClane - Just shut up and put him back into confinement. Ain't no hope for anyone in this arena with Garland free like he is... Hell, this psychopathic bastard may just burn this whole arena down if we don't hurry! Samuel Fife - *sigh* It's call positive reinforcement McClane... You have to let them know whether they've done good or bad... How else are we supposed to teach him right and wrong?Garland just stands there, McClane giving him a condescending look as Fife gathers Garland's chains and shackles from the two other police officers. Both officers quickly grab towards their holstered tasers, Fife looking to move in towards Garland before Garland takes this opportunity to speak...Robert Garland - ...Heh... Ha...
Haha... Hahahaha!
And you said NO ONE would cheer for me!? Did you hear them FIFE?! THEY FUCKIN' LOVED ME OUT THERE!There seems to be a huge smile behind Garland's mask, Fife and McClane looking slightly disturbed by this sudden outburst. Fife just shakes his head as Garland seems to collect himself...Robert Garland - Sorry... I lost control of myself for a second...Thomas McClane - And that's why you're in jail you scumbag! Samuel Fife - ...Garland. Fife moves in at arms length, Garland keeping an eye on him through his mask as he quickly turns his focus to the chains and shackles.Samuel Fife - Do you honestly think they were ALL cheering for you?! I heard only one, maybe two that even seemed to care about you being in that ring! Robert Garland - ...No... You heard them... They were cheerin' for -Samuel Fife - For Chris Williams.
For ONLY Chris Williams...
Officers, chain Garland back up and put him in the truck. We're going talk to Mr. Banning about his next match.Fife gives the order, the other officers moving in closer as Garland mutters to himself, his head focused towards the ground...Robert Garland - ...No...No, you're wrong... They loved me... They wanted to see me...
SOMEONE FINALLY GAVE A SHIT!!Suddenly and furiously Garland lashes out, hitting one of the nearby officers over the head with a blinding rage. Fife yells for the other to detain him as Garland makes a run for it. Halfway down the hall, McClane screams for him to stop as he aims his taser...
*Tzzzzzzt* Robert Garland - AAAaaagghhhh!Samuel Fife - Trying to escape? Really?...Fife takes a moment to look back towards the ring, Williams and Smart finally being subdued and separated. As the men are held apart, Fife looks back at McClane who is already holstering his taser as the other two officers begin to chain Garland back up.Samuel Fife - You know McClane... If that was our security out there, they would've been broken up a long time ago...McClane forces Garland up off the ground as Garland begins to be dragged out of the arena, Fife now following before speaking once more to Garland.Samuel Fife - You realize we're going to have to punish you for this Garland. Remember, we're just trying to teach you right and wrong.------------------ McClane - Do you think he's learning yet?The scene has shifted to the now familiar police van of the Walton Correctional Institution. McClane is shown with a hand over his knuckles, rubbing them slightly as if they were starting to hurt. Garland is seated on one of the benches in the back of the van, his arms tied behind his back and the door being shut and locked by Fife as he enters.
Upon closer inspection, Garland can be seen with his mask off, his hazel eyes slightly glazed over as he shows an expression that's a combination of pain and uncaring. His lip is busted and there's blood coming from his nose, McClane reeling back and hitting him across the face.Thomas McClane - I feel like I should apologize for this, but then I remember that you're nothing but criminal scum!McClane hits Garland once more, Garland now clearly having blood dripping from his mouth and onto the floor. McClane continues to shout insults, Garland's expression shifting slightly towards anger over time. He looks up towards McClane as he's about to get hit again, his cheeks puffing out a bit as he spits out some more blood. McClane stops for a second, Garland looking at him and smiling, with a bit of blood still coating his teeth. Almost threateningly, Garland speaks to McClane as Fife reaches into his pocket. Robert Garland - Oooh... Big man on campus, huh? What's a matter? You gotta throw your authority around because it's the only thing you have in your pathetic life?Thomas McClane - Why you?!Robert Garland - Well, come on then! Don't let me stop you from having your feel good moment of the night!Garland gets hit again... And again... And again... McClane now furious before Fife intervenes.Samuel Fife - Don't let him win McClane! He's just trying to mess with you! Get inside your head! Just calm down and let me handle this, alright?McClane's face still shows his anger as he quickly exits the van. Fife looks at Garland, Garland panting a bit and gasping for breath. Fife makes a snide comment, "Well that's going to bruise." Garland responds.Robert Garland - What's... What's my match Fife!?...Samuel Fife - Interest trapped in the ring huh? Why do you want to know so suddenly?Robert Garland - Because... Whoever it is... I'm gonna hurt them Fife. Whether this be another TLC match or any of the three by itself...
Heh... You know... A chairs match doesn't sound that bad.Fife reaches into his pocket, grabbing a torn up piece of paper. He reads it for a bit before looking at Garland.Samuel Fife - Now, if you freak out this time... I'm going to call McClane back in here, you hear?Garland just ignores Fife...Samuel Fife - ...Robert Garland vs. Jet Valentine vs. Michael - Robert Garland - Smart again!?Samuel Fife - No, no no! Calm down... It says here that it's Michael Snow, not Smart!Garland calms his breathing, Fife doing his best to keep him calm. After a short while, Garland looks Fife straight in the eyes, wiping a bit of the blood off his face and spitting some more out onto the floor. His face looks solemn, Fife almost entrance as he begins to speak. Robert Garland - Michael Snow... He has the most unfortunate name, doesn't he? Wasn't he the one that buried that Neale guy under all of those boxes? Heh... If he's that ruthless than this can get very interestin' for me!
As for Jet Valetine... I know nothing about him. Well, I actually do know one thing... I know that he's in my way and unlucky to be stuck against me in that ring. This Snow guy? I'm lookin' forward to facin' him and showin' him what makin' a ruthless impact is all about... Jet? Well, let's just say that it's gonna be a "Bloody Valentine."
Don't get me wrong about Snow though. I saw him use that forklift to make his "statement." You know what I call that?
Weak!
Alls I need are these two hands to send my message.
These two hands have helped me pull my way to the top of the wrestlin' industry before... And now that I've gotten another chance... They're not going to fail me now!
They're going to bash, bruise, and beat every opponent this company puts me up against! I will taste glory again! I WILL HAVE MY FANS SCREAMIN' MY NAME AS I HAVE MY OPPONENTS SCREAMIN' FOR MERCY!Garland pauses for a moment as if to catch his breath again. Once more he wipes some of the blood from his face. This time he looks closely at it before finishing his rant...Robert Garland - Another "valentine" is gonna get rejected, Fife... And all of that "snow" is just gonna melt away...Samuel Fife - Bloodthirsty, aren't you? Fife gets to his feet, Garland staring intently at the spot he was sitting. Heading to the door, Fife asks on of the other police officers for assistance, the police officer shown with a bandage wrapped around his head. The officers glares angrily at Garland, handing Fife a cleaned steel mask through the bars of the cage. Fife turns back around and heads towards Garland, placing the mask back over his face and buckling it into place. Samuel Fife - I'll leave your chains off for the night since I don't think you'll be running away again anytime soon, but first thing in the morning they're going back on. Also... No supper tonight because of you hurting that poor officer who was just trying to do his job.
However... You keep winning for us and you may just get more and more of these rewards Garland. The more you win, the more money lines our pockets... Hell, maybe next time we'll even let you go for a walk... On a leash of course!Garland watches as Fife exits, Fife laughing and closing the gate behind him. Garland waits until Fife is out of range to speak once more...Robert Garland - My next two opponents... Im'a imagine that they're you and McClane, Fife... You'll understand once you see them laid out! I'm not gonna be here forever, you better get to know that!With that, the scene comes to a close... TO BE CONTINUED (Pt. 6 coming soon). |
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