Post by Smart on Sept 27, 2014 7:14:30 GMT
A match strikes the coarse edge of a matchbook, igniting the match. The hand holding the match carefully lowers the match onto a fuse, lighting the fuse on fire. The fuse starts burning from one end to another, slowly reaching the end. The explosives blow up.
”WHOA WHAT?”
The firecrackers wake up a man who was sleeping under a blanket. The man quickly gets to his feet, scanning the small, dark room for the source of the noise. The man is Daniel Smart, wearing white pajamas with blue stripes. Once Daniel sees the firecrackers, he starts searching for the one who lit them. In a dark corner of the room, hiding in the shadows, is a man wearing a black hoodie, the hood covering his face. Daniel throws his hands up.
”Cousin, what the hell are you doing?”
The man takes off his hood to reveal the face of Michael Smart, a wide and devious grin on his face.
”It's six AM, time to wake up.”
”You don't need fireworks to wake me up!”
”Stop whining, this is all part of your training. I need to get you motivated for your match.”
Daniel blinks.
”And this is helping... how?”
Grinning, Michael messes around on his phone for a minute, then thrusts it towards Daniel, showing him a picture.
”This here... is your opponent.”
Daniel takes a long look at the picture. The picture features a brunette man with a huge smile on his face... standing right next to a stoic Michael Smart.
”Wait, why did you have a picture taken with this guy? Are you friends?”
After a quick pause, Michael bursts out laughing. Nonplussed, Daniel waits for the laughter to die down.
”What?”
”The idea of us being friends... that's a good one, Daniel. But no, we're not friends. We have a... how should I put this... mutual acquaintance.”
”And, uh, who would that be?”
Pocketing his phone, Michael takes a step closer to Daniel.
”Who do you think? Robert Garland. This guy is Timothy Nelson Tyson. Robert Garland's apprentice. And for some reason, your opponent at the very first show Garland and Rech are putting on. I hope you are starting to see what's going on here.”
Daniel stares at his cousin in thought for a moment, then scratches his head.
”Not really. Garland employed his apprentice, so what?”
Sighing, Michael shakes his head.
”You don't see the bigger picture. Garland's apprentice is up against my cousin on the very first show RWD is putting on. Do you think that's a coincidence? Hell no. Garland and Rech, they're planning something. They're planning to embarrass me. They want to make their boy look good at your... and my... expense. It might not look like it, but there's a lot at stake in this match.”
Daniel nods.
”There are three points on the line. The winner gets the points, the loser walks away with none. I'm not planning on losing anytime soon, cousin. It doesn't matter whether it's Garland's apprentice or just some guy who wandered in from the street, I'm going to beat them all the same.”
”You still don't get it, do you? Do you think Garland and Rech are going to let their golden boy take you on in a fair fight? I don't think so. I know those two. They have something up their sleeve. Some sort of scheme designed to screw you out of the win a week from Sunday. That's why my training is of vital importance, Daniel. I'm going to show you how to get the win, even when the cards are stacked against you.”
”I wouldn't be here if I didn't think you had something to teach me. I know I can beat this guy, cousin, but I could use a few tips. You know this guy, right? Timothy, was his name?”
”Just call him TNT.”
”Right, TN...”
”Mr. TNT.”
”...Oh, I get it! That's why you had those damn firecrackers!”
A wide grin forms on Michael's face once again.
”Now you're getting it.”
”You want to get me cranky. You want to make me hate explosives... and you want me to direct my anger at Mr. TNT. That's what you've been teaching me all along. Now it's time to put that lesson into practice.”
His grin widening, Michael nods.
”Good. Very good. And what, exactly, are you planning on doing?”
”Well... Robert Garland wants to use TNT? He wants to throw dynamite in my direction? Well, if he wants to light the fuse, then I promise that at Sunday Night Combat... I'm going to put it out.”
”WHOA WHAT?”
The firecrackers wake up a man who was sleeping under a blanket. The man quickly gets to his feet, scanning the small, dark room for the source of the noise. The man is Daniel Smart, wearing white pajamas with blue stripes. Once Daniel sees the firecrackers, he starts searching for the one who lit them. In a dark corner of the room, hiding in the shadows, is a man wearing a black hoodie, the hood covering his face. Daniel throws his hands up.
”Cousin, what the hell are you doing?”
The man takes off his hood to reveal the face of Michael Smart, a wide and devious grin on his face.
”It's six AM, time to wake up.”
”You don't need fireworks to wake me up!”
”Stop whining, this is all part of your training. I need to get you motivated for your match.”
Daniel blinks.
”And this is helping... how?”
Grinning, Michael messes around on his phone for a minute, then thrusts it towards Daniel, showing him a picture.
”This here... is your opponent.”
Daniel takes a long look at the picture. The picture features a brunette man with a huge smile on his face... standing right next to a stoic Michael Smart.
”Wait, why did you have a picture taken with this guy? Are you friends?”
After a quick pause, Michael bursts out laughing. Nonplussed, Daniel waits for the laughter to die down.
”What?”
”The idea of us being friends... that's a good one, Daniel. But no, we're not friends. We have a... how should I put this... mutual acquaintance.”
”And, uh, who would that be?”
Pocketing his phone, Michael takes a step closer to Daniel.
”Who do you think? Robert Garland. This guy is Timothy Nelson Tyson. Robert Garland's apprentice. And for some reason, your opponent at the very first show Garland and Rech are putting on. I hope you are starting to see what's going on here.”
Daniel stares at his cousin in thought for a moment, then scratches his head.
”Not really. Garland employed his apprentice, so what?”
Sighing, Michael shakes his head.
”You don't see the bigger picture. Garland's apprentice is up against my cousin on the very first show RWD is putting on. Do you think that's a coincidence? Hell no. Garland and Rech, they're planning something. They're planning to embarrass me. They want to make their boy look good at your... and my... expense. It might not look like it, but there's a lot at stake in this match.”
Daniel nods.
”There are three points on the line. The winner gets the points, the loser walks away with none. I'm not planning on losing anytime soon, cousin. It doesn't matter whether it's Garland's apprentice or just some guy who wandered in from the street, I'm going to beat them all the same.”
”You still don't get it, do you? Do you think Garland and Rech are going to let their golden boy take you on in a fair fight? I don't think so. I know those two. They have something up their sleeve. Some sort of scheme designed to screw you out of the win a week from Sunday. That's why my training is of vital importance, Daniel. I'm going to show you how to get the win, even when the cards are stacked against you.”
”I wouldn't be here if I didn't think you had something to teach me. I know I can beat this guy, cousin, but I could use a few tips. You know this guy, right? Timothy, was his name?”
”Just call him TNT.”
”Right, TN...”
”Mr. TNT.”
”...Oh, I get it! That's why you had those damn firecrackers!”
A wide grin forms on Michael's face once again.
”Now you're getting it.”
”You want to get me cranky. You want to make me hate explosives... and you want me to direct my anger at Mr. TNT. That's what you've been teaching me all along. Now it's time to put that lesson into practice.”
His grin widening, Michael nods.
”Good. Very good. And what, exactly, are you planning on doing?”
”Well... Robert Garland wants to use TNT? He wants to throw dynamite in my direction? Well, if he wants to light the fuse, then I promise that at Sunday Night Combat... I'm going to put it out.”
so quickly so sad!