Post by Robert Garland on Nov 8, 2014 7:39:29 GMT
Alone At Last
Writer(s) - Robert Garland and Frankie Cocheese
The cameras cut to the backstage area, a mysterious figure standing outside the main office of The RWD. After the cameras get a better vantage point, it is revealed that the man is none other than Frankie Cocheese. Cocheese looks like a man on a mission, a very serious look on his face as he knocks on the door. After no response comes quick enough to his liking, Cocheese angrily pounds his fist to get some attention. The door finally opens, Robert Garland looking tired as he answers with an equally angry,
Frankie narrows his eyes, adding more to the seriousness of his expression. Maybe it was the way Garland spoke to him just now, or maybe it's about what he's about to ask. "What's with this bullshit that you're coming out with me to ringside, huh?" He shakes his head in disapproval. "I didn't ask for this! I don't need this!"
Garland seems to have been in the middle of a meeting, Garland now stepping outside and shutting the office door behind him as he looks to address Cocheese's questions.
"Ooooh, did I interrupt your little meeeeting?!" Frankie puts his hands out, giving Garland the spooky fingers, then rolling his eyes.
Robert Garland - Look... Colby Jack. I'm gonna tell this to you as nice and easy as possible. Last Sunday Night Combat, Maxwell Schneider embarrassed me! Not only that... He embarrassed Chris Williams, and he spat on my ambition to make this, The RWD, the best damn business in the industry. If he would have just laid down and took a pinfall out there, his life could have been just that much better. But no! But no, Frankie. Just like Frank Washington, Maxwell had to stand in defiance of Robert Garland. Maxwell had to demonstrate that there is no reasonin' with him... He's a beast, he's a rabid dog without a master... And we, you and I... We! Need to go out there and put him down!
And when we do? Well, Mr. Cheddar. You get a nice smooth ride up to tyin' for the #1 spot in the Contest of Conquest. If you work with me... You'll go far in this company... And maybe, just maybe... We'll have a spot for you next to Chris Williams as the two of you get the chance to run this town. Do you understand? Is all this gettin' through to you?
Frankie raises his brow at being called Colby Jack, then folds his arms over his chest as he listens to Garland, tongue poking his cheek. "Ooh it's allll reeeal clear to me, Garland." He responds while spreading his hands up in front of his face. "It's all clear that you went with Chris Williams to try and make the RWD the best in the industry when you should've went with.. Mr. Cheddar. You messed up there and you know you did. I don't give a damn about being next to Chris Williams. Matter of fact, I could never stand the guy. And it's clear to me that you want me to play second fiddle when I don't do that. I don't play first fiddle, either. I don't play with fiddles, if you know what I'm sayin. Naw, dawg, that ain't me. And you know what else ain't me?" He asks, then continues before Garland could respond. "Walkin out there like I need somebody to help me, 'cuz I don't! Now if I were you I'd just chill and let me go out there and massacre Maxwell and anybody who gets in my way, which will be you too if you don't stay out of my way. You feel me?"
Garland lets out a sigh as it seems another member in the back is looking to cause him trouble. Before this situation escalates, Garland looks to clear the air. He thinks quickly and formulates his response...
Robert Garland - It seems you're not gettin' it... Let me put this all a bit simpler for you. You! Frankie Cocheese want the RWD Championship. I, Robert Garland... Want you to be the champion. By cuttin' me off now, you'll only have fewer friends in the long run and a harder time achievin' your goal. Now, it's been fun Parmesan, but unless there's anythin' else you feel empowered to say... I gotta get back in my office.
As Garland goes to turn away, Frankie puts his hand on the door in an effort to keep it closed. Annoyed Garland turns back towards Cocheese, Frankie giving a final message before walking off.
"Parmesan huh? I see how it is, Mr. Garlicbread or whatever the fuck. Oh I feel empowered to say a lot. Listen here. I understand you perfectly, and I was never one to give a shit about friends, and if you want me to be the RWD Champion as much as you say, you SURE got a funny fuckin' way of showin it. But I'm telling you now, I'm 'bout ready to go MASSACRE Maxwell, whether you approve of it or not. And when I'm done with that, that title is mine. I don't give a shit if it's the hard way or not... Now go back to your meeting. Whatever happened to the Ex-Con in you, anyway? Now you're a suit and tie."
Frankie shows his disgust by spitting on the floor near Garland's feet. With that, Cocheese walks off screen, Garland watching and shaking his head as he gives a final statement.
Robert Garland - Fine... Fine! But, don't say I never did anythin' for you! You want to be the man, huh? You wanna go it alone?!
Writer(s) - Robert Garland and Frankie Cocheese
The cameras cut to the backstage area, a mysterious figure standing outside the main office of The RWD. After the cameras get a better vantage point, it is revealed that the man is none other than Frankie Cocheese. Cocheese looks like a man on a mission, a very serious look on his face as he knocks on the door. After no response comes quick enough to his liking, Cocheese angrily pounds his fist to get some attention. The door finally opens, Robert Garland looking tired as he answers with an equally angry,
"What?!"
Frankie narrows his eyes, adding more to the seriousness of his expression. Maybe it was the way Garland spoke to him just now, or maybe it's about what he's about to ask. "What's with this bullshit that you're coming out with me to ringside, huh?" He shakes his head in disapproval. "I didn't ask for this! I don't need this!"
Garland seems to have been in the middle of a meeting, Garland now stepping outside and shutting the office door behind him as he looks to address Cocheese's questions.
"Ooooh, did I interrupt your little meeeeting?!" Frankie puts his hands out, giving Garland the spooky fingers, then rolling his eyes.
Robert Garland - Look... Colby Jack. I'm gonna tell this to you as nice and easy as possible. Last Sunday Night Combat, Maxwell Schneider embarrassed me! Not only that... He embarrassed Chris Williams, and he spat on my ambition to make this, The RWD, the best damn business in the industry. If he would have just laid down and took a pinfall out there, his life could have been just that much better. But no! But no, Frankie. Just like Frank Washington, Maxwell had to stand in defiance of Robert Garland. Maxwell had to demonstrate that there is no reasonin' with him... He's a beast, he's a rabid dog without a master... And we, you and I... We! Need to go out there and put him down!
And when we do? Well, Mr. Cheddar. You get a nice smooth ride up to tyin' for the #1 spot in the Contest of Conquest. If you work with me... You'll go far in this company... And maybe, just maybe... We'll have a spot for you next to Chris Williams as the two of you get the chance to run this town. Do you understand? Is all this gettin' through to you?
Frankie raises his brow at being called Colby Jack, then folds his arms over his chest as he listens to Garland, tongue poking his cheek. "Ooh it's allll reeeal clear to me, Garland." He responds while spreading his hands up in front of his face. "It's all clear that you went with Chris Williams to try and make the RWD the best in the industry when you should've went with.. Mr. Cheddar. You messed up there and you know you did. I don't give a damn about being next to Chris Williams. Matter of fact, I could never stand the guy. And it's clear to me that you want me to play second fiddle when I don't do that. I don't play first fiddle, either. I don't play with fiddles, if you know what I'm sayin. Naw, dawg, that ain't me. And you know what else ain't me?" He asks, then continues before Garland could respond. "Walkin out there like I need somebody to help me, 'cuz I don't! Now if I were you I'd just chill and let me go out there and massacre Maxwell and anybody who gets in my way, which will be you too if you don't stay out of my way. You feel me?"
Garland lets out a sigh as it seems another member in the back is looking to cause him trouble. Before this situation escalates, Garland looks to clear the air. He thinks quickly and formulates his response...
Robert Garland - It seems you're not gettin' it... Let me put this all a bit simpler for you. You! Frankie Cocheese want the RWD Championship. I, Robert Garland... Want you to be the champion. By cuttin' me off now, you'll only have fewer friends in the long run and a harder time achievin' your goal. Now, it's been fun Parmesan, but unless there's anythin' else you feel empowered to say... I gotta get back in my office.
As Garland goes to turn away, Frankie puts his hand on the door in an effort to keep it closed. Annoyed Garland turns back towards Cocheese, Frankie giving a final message before walking off.
"Parmesan huh? I see how it is, Mr. Garlicbread or whatever the fuck. Oh I feel empowered to say a lot. Listen here. I understand you perfectly, and I was never one to give a shit about friends, and if you want me to be the RWD Champion as much as you say, you SURE got a funny fuckin' way of showin it. But I'm telling you now, I'm 'bout ready to go MASSACRE Maxwell, whether you approve of it or not. And when I'm done with that, that title is mine. I don't give a shit if it's the hard way or not... Now go back to your meeting. Whatever happened to the Ex-Con in you, anyway? Now you're a suit and tie."
Frankie shows his disgust by spitting on the floor near Garland's feet. With that, Cocheese walks off screen, Garland watching and shaking his head as he gives a final statement.
Robert Garland - Fine... Fine! But, don't say I never did anythin' for you! You want to be the man, huh? You wanna go it alone?!
Heh, well good luck out there!... You're gonna need it.
so quickly so sad!
