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No more time for jokes.
Topic Started: May 13 2017, 07:18 AM (66 Views)
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Rob is in the locker room, standing in his street clothes barefoot. His hair is wet like he just showered. As expected, he does not look happy. He did just lose a match where Jeff Noon randomly had to come to the ring with Rob. So he should have been fired. But the ref didn't see it so nothing counts anymore. Just then Jeff walks into the room as Rob throws his clothes into his duffle bag. Rob looks up at him, he's angry, but then relaxes a bit. He can't stay mad at his best friend. So lets see what Rob has to say about this whole mess.

Jeff: Hey man, I'm sorr-

Rob puts his hand up to stop him from talking.

Rob: Don't apologize. I should have never taken you to the ring with me. You're not a wrestler. You're my best friend. But for some stupid fucking reason, I decided for you to be there. It was my fault, I never should have crossed that line.

Jeff looks down at the ground in disappointment, he puts his hands in his pockets and kicks the floor.

Jeff: But, you lost, because of me. So are you fired now? Do you have to be Joe's butler?

Rob shakes his head in disgust.

Rob: No, thankfully the ref didn't see it. Also, hell no, I didn't sign anything forcing me to work for Joe. Fuck him.

Rob picks up a shirt nd throws it into his duffle bag. He turns to his best friend and looks completely frustrated.

Rob: The only reason Joe the bitch Staton beat me, is cus he's on drugs!

Jeff looks up shocked. Rob nods his head in confidence.

Rob: Yep. Thats why they call him the "Scarlit Speedster." He's a freaking drug addict!

Rob throws his hands up in the air.

Rob: And I'd report it to the Athletic Commission, but, for one I am not a rat! And two, I know he's got his nose shoved so far up Orions ass they'd make sure he was protected!

Rob shakes his head and looks at the floor.

Rob: If you don't mind Jeff. I'd like to be alone, right now. Meet me at the hotel so we can play Mine Craft.

Jeff smiles at him and pats him on the shoulder and then leaves he room. Rob watches him leave and then throws a bottle of Irish Spring body wash into his bag. He unzips one side of the bag and pulls out some socks. He sits down on the bench and leans over to put one of his socks on. He then looks up at the camera.

Rob: Thats right, Joe. We know who protects you here. We know Orion protects his little stable of boys. Thats why you have that title in the first place. Orions affirmative action for idiots.

He gets his sock on and then reaches over for the next one and starts to put that on.

Rob: Thats why the Crew exists! We are here to watch each others backs, like a family! To protect each other from the bullshit that Orion puts us through.

He gets the sock on and looks up at the camera infuriated.

Rob: You and those delusional sissies you call friends ain't shit in the real world.
If Orion wasn't here, neither would you bunch of losers. I hope Stephen Eversol takes the title away from that punk Johnny Fantastic.


Rob looks around for his shoes, he finds the white reeboks and then picks them up and sits back down and starts to adjust his shoe while putting it on. He looks up a bit more calm.

Rob: Now that I got that off my chest, lets move on To Anarchy in the U.K. I am in the ring with, believe it or not, a man I do respect, but I do not like. My old rival, Kira Izumi.

Rob smirks thinking about him for a moment then grabs his other shoe to put it on.

Rob: Kira, so we meet again. You want my championship! My Worlds Heavy Weight Rising Champion of the World?!

Rob gives the camera a stern look and picks up his other shoe.

Rob: Thats not going to happen! I will never, ever lose this championship! I'll be 99 in the retirement home and I'll beat the crap out of the nurse who tries to wash me up and she tries to take the title out of my hands and I'm like ''No Bitch!!! No one is taking this title!" No one.
Not you or anyone else.


He gets his other shoe on and stands up. Rob stares into the camera with a very serious experssion.

Rob: You might be a damn good wrestler. Best Korean wrestler I've ever met.
Better then Sang-Hyun, thats for sure. But you are not on my level! Rob Garcia, is the best damn thing going in Full Intensity Wrestling today! And everybody knows it! So buckle up Kira, you are in for a bumpy ride, my friend!


Rob raises an eye brow and a gives smirk to the camera. He then reaches over and grabs his duffle bag. He throws it over his shoulder and walks out the locker room with his head held high.

**Fades Out***




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And then we fade right back in!

Rob Garcia exits his locker room and barely gets five steps before he comes face to face with the Platinum Queen herself - Kim Coulter! The head of the Crew has a smile on her face despite Rob's failed attempt to bring the Fighting Spirit Championship back to her.

"Robert. So very nice to see you with your head held high despite... what happened."

There's a moment of disappointment on Kim's face as she pouts just a little bit. Yet, for some reason, she puts on a brave face as she looks Rob in the eyes.

"I want you to know that don't hold you responsible for tonight's misfortune. No, I hold a number of people responsible and none of which are you. Firstly, I blame Orion Oldriod."

As if that should surprise anyone, Kim nods along just in case you need her to confirm this "shocking" news.

"He has really done his best to beat down your spirit ever since you stepped foot in this company. How dare he not take an athlete of your caliber seriously? It's almost as if you don't even exist to him. I am personally offended by this, I want you to know. That's why you are in the Crew. That's why I handpicked you to represent us within the Rising division."

Yep. That's 100% how the recruiting of Rob Garcia went.... if you weren't paying attention, at least.

"Secondly, I blame myself. I should have been out there with you. I should have been supporting you not just morally, but physically as well. You are my client, one of my championship clients, and despite how important the Anarchy Draft was; I should have been ringside for you."

Shockingly taking blame, Kim shakes her head in disappointment at herself.

"Mostly, though, I blame Jeff Noon. He's terrible. He's horrible. He's the worst. His mere presence threw you off your game, I know it! It was so selfish of him to come to ringside with you. If he was really your friend, he would have put you first instead of his own selfish desires to get on camera. That's what that was. And that is why I will be ringside for your match with Kira at Anarchy in the UK. I don't want to see Jeff Noon's face anywhere around us for that entire day. It'll just disrupt your focus. And I need you focused."

Kim places both hands on Rob's shoulders and gets right in his face so that he has little choice but to listen to the... they're orders, no skirting around it.

"Now let's go. We are going to go have some drinks and discuss your future Anarchy and beyond as the Rising Champion."

Doesn't Rob have plans to meet Noon for Minecraft? Kim may or may not know this. Either way she motions for Rob to join her for drinks. What will he choose?
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Rob looks her up and down, he does not seem impressed by her anymore. Something is bothering him. He listens to what she says while standing there or it looks like he's listening. Rob tends to tune people out while they're talking. So he's standing there with a bored look on his face up until she drops the name Jeff Noon. His expression says it all, "Is Rob Garcia going to have to smack a bitch?!" He tries to keep his cool and she then wraps up what she is saying with offers to go get drinks. He looks her up and down and calmly begins to speak.

Rob: My head is held high, because despite a loss to a brown nosing suck up, I did my best with the odds stacked against me. The next time I meet Joe, I am going to break his neck.

Rob says while cracking his neck. He is in a serious mood today, no jokes, no laughing.

Rob: I'm sure that would just ruin your day to see Joe with a broken neck, wouldn't it, Kim. But, at least you'd be around then.

Kim is a bit shocked, who wouldn't be? This is a side of Rob that people rarley see.

Rob: Jeff Noon went out of his way to back me up, like a manager would have. But he is not my manager, or agent, he is my best friend. He didn't have to be there, but he did. I don't need you to tell me to keep him away from the ring, because I won't put my friend in danger like that ever again.

Rob shakes his head in disappointment.

Rob: Had I not had to worry about my friends well being, I'd have two titles right now.

He he tilts his head and slightly squints his eyes while starring at Kim.

Rob: I wonder if you'd have liked that. Or if you're more happy the way things
turned out.


Rob shakes off the stair down.

Rob: I ask, because everyone in the Crew has given me my respect and credit for going into that restaurant to disrespect Joe last week by myself, except you. Were you bothered by that Kim?

Rob smiles and stops her from answering.

Rob: Anyways, drinks you say? I... I have to make a phone call before we go, I have a major land development deal going on back in Los Angeles and .. I think I'll have Jeff get ahold of my people for me out there and set something up.


Rob says in a very smug manner. He pulls out his cell phone and starts to dial it.

Rob: Excuse me, this will only take a moment.

He gets on the phone and walks away to the restroom.
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Kim's expression is pretty blank for a long moment after Rob walks off. Prior to that, it wasn't blank at all. It was surprised and offended. Very offended, in fact.

"No. I'm not interested anymore."

Despite the fact there's no one actually present to hear that, Kim declares it anyway. What she doesn't declare is what exactly it means. Does it mean she's no longer interested in drinks with the Rising Champion? Does it mean she's no longer interested in the Rising Champion altogether?

One thing for sure is that Kim walks off without waiting for Rob to return. You gotta wonder what he'll do when he comes back to find his manager absent from his side... again.
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Rob peeks his head out from around the corner and watches Kim leave. He shakes his head with a bit of frustration.

Rob: Yeah, just like I said. She left. I'll meet you at the bar.

Rob puts down his phone and walks over to his duffle bag. He piks up his Rising Championship and lloks at it for a moment. He looks over toward the door Kim just exited out of and then sets the title down and pulls out his phone and starts to dial it.

**Fades Out***

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