Who could ask more of a man, than giving all within his span, for giving all it seems to me; is not too far from victory...
...Do you Believe?
-John Wooden
Bobby sat at that bar doing nothing. Nothing...but thinking.
Thinking and Drinking. Those two are a pair. Anyone will tell you, when put in the thought process, and hands of Mr. Robert MacHale, you have yourself a problem.
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The Barman studies Robert's face for quite some time before coming to the conclusion:
Barman: You're too young to be here.
Robert pauses only for a moment to glance at the bartender. He sets his bottle of Guinness down, and looks up at the bartender.
Robert: Have you ever been faced with such a dissapointment, that, maybe, you feel a little bit older than you really are?
Barman: No, can't say that I have.
Robert: Well then, do I need to go any further? Or have I provided enough for you?
Barman: Son, I think you need to leave
Robert doesn't even THINK about moving. He just picks up the bottle and takes another swig.
Barman: Look kid, you're about the only customer I've had all day, so I'll let you stick around if you behave yourself.
Robert only grumbles. He knows his limits.
As the barman turns away to polish some shot glasses, a group of fraternity brothers walk through the front door, one, laughing histerically at something another one had said, and another almost falling over drunk.
The frat boys go and sit down at the bar, the opposite end of Bobby, and they begin to converse with the Barman.
Frat Boy: Ey' Jim!
Barman: Yeah?
Frat Boy: Give me somethin' good tuh drink. Uhm Thirsty.
Jim: What'll you have then?
Frat Boy: Ah...I can't decide...just give me the usual.
From across the room, Robert calls out.
Robert: I'd try a Moose Drool. Mighty fine beer.
His speaking catch's the attention of the young drunk man.
Frat Boy: Oi, I know you.
Robert: Oh, really? (he takes a swig from his beer)
The Drunk stands up, peering at Robert. He inches closer, as though Robert was a rare animal.
Frat Boy: Oh damn! It's Robert!
Robert: ...Nice to see you again, Matthew.
Matthew: So you remember me?
Robert: Yeah, I wrestled with you back in Junior High...then a little high school.
Matthew: Yeah, You were good, you kicked my ass.
Robert: I know.
Matthew: *burp* and Modest much, are we?
Robert: I flaunt my abilities, Matthew.
Matthew: Well that won't get you anywhere, I bet you're off to college soon, then.
Robert: Nope. You'd think I'm good enough, right?
Matthew: You were great, but I always knew you would amount to nothing.
Robert: Oh? What gave you that Idea? The broken nose in 7th grade? Or was it the dislocated shoulder during Freshman year?
Matthew: I wasn't cut out for wrestling and you know it.
Robert: Yeah, I knew it then too.
Matthew: Shut the Fuck up. I can't wrestle, but I can still beat your ass.
Robert: You keep telling yourself that, buddy.
Matthew: I'm not your damn buddy. Why can't you go to college anyway?
Robert eyes him carefully. The actual truth hurt him, and he didn't want to reveal it.
Robert: I just never got accepted...they didn't want me around the high school anymore, so I left. Now I'm here, one year later...drinking it up.
Matthew: and It's exactly how I pictured you back in high school, you know?
Robert: and Look at you...You're nothing. You've got your frat brothers thinking you're all bad. I bet your major is some stupid shit, like cooking.
Matthew: That's it fucker, you want to get your ass beat?
Robert stands up, and the Barman moves for the phone, but with out moving his eyes from Matthew's drunken gaze, he chucks his bottle at the Barman's head, who is knocked out cold. Tension fills the room, Matthew is stumbling around shouting insults to Robert. The frat boys behind them are shouting encouragements to Matthew, and telling him to "whoop his ass"
It is then that Matthew moves forward to strike. Robert bends his back, and steps to the side, reaching out almost rhythmically to catch Matthew's wrist. He shoots his knee to the ground while holding on to Matthew's wrist. His other hand moves between his legs, and lifts him onto his back in a squat position. Matthew is caught in a Fireman lift. Matthew Struggles, but it only makes things worse. Robert turns to face the rest of the Frat Boys, he then mouths the words, "Fuck You" before tossing Matthew F-5 style into the wall behind the bar. Tons of Bottles and Glasses follow him to the floor.
All three remaining frat brothers are standing, rage in their eyes, ones pops his knuckles threateningly before stepping forward and taking a swing.
Robert: OH! This one is sober!
Frat Boy: Designated Driver here.
Robert: If you want to be able to drive home after this, I suggest you sit down. as in NOW.
But the young man just keeps swinging. Instead of moving forwards and in, Robert Ducks and moves backwards this time. They keep moving backwards until Robert just about reaches the wall. When the young man takes his final movement of a swing, Robert scoots the side, throwing his foot out to catch the ankle of this man. He trips forward, and Robert turns around him and Smashes his face into the wall. He bleeds severely from the nose. His two buddies run to his side to roll him over, so he doesnt drown in his blood.
Robert moves for the door. Just as he reaches it, the sound of the pump shotgun is heard. The Bartender is pointing it directly at him.
Jim: And just where do you think YOU are going?
Robert: I'm leaving, you going anywhere?
Robert says this as he calmly strides up to the barman, who is still holding the gun at head level.
Jim: OH no, you're staying here till the police get here, AND you're paying for how you wrecked my bar.
Robert: If you expect me to stay here, you must be imagining things...
Jim: No sir,
I[/u] am sober So-
Robert: See, thats the difference between you and I.
Robert lightly brushes the tip of the barrel of the gun, and then smacks it away. The Bartender backs up, but its too late. Robert Decks him, and the scene fades to black.....
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The Scene cuts to a younger Robert...only a year younger, his 18th birthday. He's in his Ecological Science class.
Teacher: In Closing, a Niche is an organisms selective job within its environment, Robert, can you tell me what a Keystone Species is?
Robert: Well, its an organism that without it the popula-
Just then the phone rings.
*RING*
*RING*
Teacher: Hello?...Yes....Okay.
Teacher: Robert, Coach Nakashima would like to see you in the cafeteria.
Robert grabs a quickly scribbled pass written by his teacher, and walks out with his belongings. He makes his way down to the cafeteria excited, Maybe Nak had found him a college!
As he enters the cafeteria, He eyes Nakashima, who looks almost sad.
Nakashima: Grab a seat, Bobby.
Robert sits down on one of the cafeteria benches.
Nakashima: Well, it looks like we're going to have to postpone your agents. We need to work with Steven.
Robert: Wait...what? You're delaying me for a.....freshman?
Nakashima: This kid's got a lot of talent, Bobby, just like you did. He's already matched you in state record.
Robert: He went triple crown...big deal. He's got more juniors than me, because he started before me.
Nakashima: Look, he's on an Advanced Diploma Track. He may well graduate by the time he's sixteen. If thats the case, we need to keep colleges open for him.
Robert: So wait...you're saying that I don't get any agents period?
Nakashima: You graduate in two weeks, Bobby. You're a good wrestler, and you have AMAZING skill, but we want to see what Steven can do more. You've already shown us.
Robert: Coach....you're taking my dream from me.
Nakashima: College isn't all its cracked up to be. You'd lose a lot more, trust me.
Robertt: I'm on a 16 win streak, are you kidding me? I can't remember the last time I lost at state, and now I'm not good enough?
Nakashima: Bobby, you're more than good enough. You've already shown us that. I think it's time you just moved on.
Without another word, tearing up, Robert walks out of the cafeteria...not back to class, but to his car. He goes home, and sleeps a very deep sleep.
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Hello fans! And welcome to the pre-show for a MUCH anticipated event! The opening of AOW: BattleGround!
Bmore: I'm Bmore, along with Matthew Strife, and we are VERY excited to be here.
Strife: Okay, First off Bmore, I can introduce myself, and secondly, I'm not too happy yet. I want it to get started NOW.
Bmore: I know what you're saying Matthew...Tonight, we have only TWO matches!
Strife: You got that right, and they better not disappoint!
Bmore: Thats right, Matthew, because live TONIGHT: We have two 5 man scrambles for the chance to win the AOW International Championship!
Strife: I've been waiting for this for weeks, and FINALLY, said match, it has arrived!
Bmore: Yes, and we have many-a-new stars to introduce tonight, and we'll see a LOT of action from all of them!
Strife: I sure hope so...for their sake.
Bmore: Anyway, Lets go backstage with the lovely Ashlyn Lavario as she catch's up with our very own Robert MacHale!!
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Ashlyn: Thanks Bmore... So Robert! How do you feel about coming into tonights match.
Robert: Let me ask you something Ashlyn.
Ashlyn: Okay....
Robert: When you see a man walk in with a look on his face that resembles mine. Would you call him excited?
Ashlyn: Well, you look pretty determined.
Robert: I am. But let me tell you, I'm stoked to be honest. I haven't been happier in a long time.
Ashlyn: I bet! So this, this is your first time returning to Wrestling in....quite a while!
Robert: Not really...I've been coaching for the last few years. I'm here to redeem something, Ashlyn.
Ashlyn: And whats that?
Robert: The chance that I was never given. You see, that International Championship....it's MINE.
Ashlyn: Well....any more thoughts?
Robert Snatches the microphone, and a look of shock crosses her face before she backs away.
Robert stares directly into the camera for several seconds before he speaks.
Robert: Ladies and Gentlemen...Boys and Girls. I'm here to tell you, tell you that I dont give a rats ASS what you think. I'm here to win. And I will do just that. I'm telling you this right now. I will go in there tonight, and I will tear everyones ass down, I'll raise some hell, throw some people around, and then when all is said and done, I am going to walk out of that ring International Champion. And how I get to do it, I'm not sure yet. But when I leave, everyone will be bloody and broken, and I dont give a damn what you think about it. The Time of Robert MacHale has swept this industry, and you will all know the name.
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Robert slams the microphone down before leaving the backstage area and heading back towards the locker rooms. Ashlyn walks up, and eyes the camera nervously before picking the microphone up and hastily walking away in the opposite direction.
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EXACTLY ONE WEEK EARLIER
Robert approaches the door leading to the office of General Manager Sean Cyanide. Without Knocking, he walks directly in.
Cyanide is sitting at a 45 degree angle from Robert, revealing his sinister profile. One leg is pulled over the other, and he is throwing a tennis ball up and down in his hand, while he stares out his window.
Cyanide: Haven't you ever heard of knocking?
Robert: Bad habit of mine...I'm kind of impolite.
Cyanide: I suggest you show a little more respect.
Robert: Whatever...listen, I'm here to get on the card.
Cyanide: Wait...so you don't show me any respect, and you still expect me to put you on a card?
Robert walks closer to the desk, and sits down in a chair right in front of it.
Robert: That's exactly what I expect.
Cyanide: I like your type. You don't take no for an answer do you? Well this is a little different, you're talking to Sean Cyanide.
Robert: I had no idea...but listen, I'm praying to God right now tha-
At the sound of this, Cyanide rolls over out of his chair on top of his desk... The tennis ball rolls away disturbingly slow. His face nearly meets Robert's. Robert does not change in expression.
Cyanide: I AM your God.....
Robert: Sounds interesting...perhaps we'll discuss this later, anyway, I'm praying to
you that I can change some of the fate I've met in the past. AOW will be different for me. There is no one here that can stop me.
Cyanide leans in closer and speaks with a hiss directly into Robert's ear.
Cyanide: I like the way you think, so I'm going to have a little...pact with you. I trust you to make an impact here on AOW so I'm going to put you on the card for opening night. What do you say to that?
Robert: I say my jobs done, and I will be leaving now, Mr. Cyanide.
Robert gets up and begins to leave. As he turns the door handle Cyanide speaks once more.
Cyanide: Oh, and welcome to AOW.
Robert turns to find that Cyanide is sitting exactly as he was when Robert first entered the room. He turns the handle and Leaves.
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Redemption my friends, you don't have the motivation that I have to win.
But when it's all said and done, I'll try to leave you with at least a small shred of dignity.
Welcome to hell