The Garrison Story: The Inevitable Coming
Nov 11, 2023 23:00:19 GMT -6
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Post by Andrew Garrison on Nov 11, 2023 23:00:19 GMT -6
Melbourne, Australia.
Australian football, now isn't that an interesting way to start this out right? It's not soccer in popularity here but it's pretty damn popular. So why is it being brought up?
This is where the story begins of Andrew Garrison. 5 years ago Andy was a bright spot in the world of professional wrestling. He had graduated from one of the most esteemed wrestling schools in the country, hell let's just call it the world, and was trained by one of the finest pro wrestlers in the world, but we'll reveal that later on. So you continue to ask yourselves what does this have to do with Australian football? Be patient and it pays off in the end
Let's go over first what happened with professional wrestling, then we can put everything together. He skyrocketed to the top, within a year of his career he became champion of Revolution Pro Wrestling. Offers were being thrown at him like pussy was thrown at the Von Erichs nightly during the 80s wrestling heyday in Dallas. He had dates booked well in advance, he was going to become a Megastar in the wrestling business.
But then she came into his life. Melina, a beautiful blonde with amazing legs and vagina muscles that could bend steel when she had an orgasm. She was a successful model, self made woman, and Andrew fell fucking hard for her. They got married and she had become the focus of his life. He worshiped her, was there when she needed him, and it became even more of that when she gave birth to Winter.
So he had a beautiful wife any man would kill their own just to touch her for, and the most precious little girl who idolized the ground he walked on. Winter was Daddy's baby. So you can understand that pro wrestling, his career, was now on the back burner. He worked enough to contribute financially but Mel was the superstar model who was taking in the dough. He had become Mr. Mom. Eventually, that shit started getting really old.
Not to get into a long winded explanation lets just say he wanted to go back into wrestling and he and his wife disagreed. She had turned into a controlling bitch, but that is where I stop that story. Let's get back to Australian football
Andy has been in Australia for one year. He came here because as stated earlier he tried to get back into the wrestling game but no suitors were throwing that Von Erich pussy offers like was previously stated. Pretty much he said goodbye promised Winter he would talk to her everyday, and he has, and through a connection from high school found him a job playing defensive forward for an Australian football team. Yet why did he choose this sport? The physicality, he craved it, he had so much built up frustration he had to release it. Turns out he is pretty damn good at it.
But today everything has changed. Penalties by him cost them a chance to get to the playoffs. He was always one of the most penalized players but this time it backfired, also he received his check for the game and was none too happy. So here we are, outside the office of the head coach as Andy awaits to be invited in.
"COME IN!!"
Garrison walked in as the coach realized it was who it was. He gave Andy a look of disdain.
Coach: Look I don't want to hear an apology. That was a stupid penalty.
Andy Garrison: I'm not here to apologize for what happened. It's a fucking sport where tensions get high. But if you want to talk about how I cost us the game maybe realize ai was a big reason we even got this fucking close to the playoffs in the first place. I had the most points by a wide margin this season.
Coach looked like he ate a turd as he leaned back in his chair and stared his player down.
Coach: So you're putting yourself ahead of the team. Fuck everyone else and their contributions. Nope it was jacked up bloke from the United States that did it all by his fuckin self. Is that where you're getting at?
Andrew stood up and looked down at his coach.
Andy Garrison: No, I'm not here about supposedly letting the team down. I'm here because this check is bullshit and I want my fair cut.
He slams the check down as the coach stands up.
Coach: Like I said pal, it's what you deserve. Show me a contract where I give you a certain figure. This is a real sport not fake shit like pro wrestling.
Andrew quickly grabbed his coach and put a choke hold on him. He had the man close to passing out before releasing him. The coach collapsed catching his breath.
Andy Garrison: Does that feel fake you Aussie con artist kangaroo eating fuck? I hope a cockroach fails on your ball sack and your dick falls off. Keep you shit check and go fuck yourself.
Andrew leaves the office as he's confronted by two other players in a fighting stance.
Andy Garrison: Unless you to cock sucks want to be healthy enough for next season or suck each others dicks for the foreseeable future I suggest you stand your tight asses down.
They both thought of the better as they stood aside. One of the players went into the coach's office as the other one tells Andy
Player: Leave Australia and don't come back or you'll regret it.
Andrew got to the door and looked back.
Andrew Garrison: Mouthwash bloke. Your breath smells like cock.
Andrew slams the door and leaves the stadium.
4 hours later.
How in the fuck does Melbourne have traffic jams. A usual two hour drive home had taken almost four. Garrison enters his rental apartment and slams his shit down. He walks over to the fridge and goes to grab a Fosters because it's honestly the only fucking beer this suburb but the last one left was gone.
Andy Garrison: What the fuck I had one left.
He hears a deep burp from the darkness of his living room. He flips on the light and couldn't believe who was sitting in his recliner with his feet up.
"This beer fucking sucks."
Alan Envy, his mentor and trainer. Multi world champion and international wrestling great wearing a custom light blue suit is staring at him. Andrew takes a deep breath as he gets a bottle of Jameson from under the cabinet and pours two glasses.
Alan Envy: No thanks I'm trying to cut down.
Andy Garrison: They are both for me.
Alan Envy: Why just use one glass then?
Garrison slams one glass into his sink and takes a sip of his drink.
Andy Garrison: What can I do for you?
Alan smiles as he stands up and runs his finger across the top of the TV and sees it was dusty. He wiped his hand on Andy's couch.
Alan Envy: It's more like what can I do for you. As in how I can drag your big dumb ass out of here, put you on a plane back with me to the United States, and yet you back into pro wrestling where you belong. Seriously kid what in the fuck are you doing here playing Australian football. You're a pro wrestler and your daughter is in the United States. Fuck her mother you can't just run away from your problems. Hell son you didn't do anything.
Envy walked by and looked into Andy's fridge. He couldn't find anything but a piece of string cheese as he grabbed it, opening it up and eating it.
Andy Garrison: Look I had to just get away. I talked to Winter everyday and sent Mel money. Besides the business threw me away, not I threw it away. Not one place wanted to sign me, and I didn't want to use you as my bargaining chip to get a job. I can't go my entire career being one of Envy"s boys ok?
Envy threw the empty wrapper onto the counter and walked up to Andy. He stood there for a moment then potatoes him with a slap to the face.
Alan Envy: Ready to stop being a pity bitch now? I used my trainers to help me. You think you're better than I was at this stage? It's fine to get help from people Andrew. That's why I am here.
He reaches into his jacket and pulls out paperwork. He throws it down on the table.
Andy Garrison: What is that?
Alan Envy: Your second chance at a pro wrestling career. You're welcomed.
Andy picks up the contract. He sees the header at the top.
New Edge Wrestling
He turns to the back page and sees the signature of the owner Jesse Styles.
Andy Garrison: You're fucking kidding me. New Edge is back? They also dragged you back into the fold? I swore you said you were done with them.
Alan Envy: Oh I am. I'm not wrestling for them. I'm going to do a tribute show for a friend of mine in January and that's it. This is your opportunity. I'm not going to be there to help you. Besides, there is nothing else for me to do there. I have already done it all. Multiple titles, even co owner one time. But…I still respect what that place did for my career. It put me on the map. And it needs new blood. And you're the guy in my opinion to inject that new blood to keep it going this time.
Andy Garrison looks at the contract. It was good money and had some decent perks. He looks at Envy who nods as he signs it.
Alan Envy: Good. Welcome back to relevancy and reality. Your first match is a battle Royal.
Andy Garrison: I hate battle royals.
Envy smiled.
I saw your last football match. Just do that and you'll be fine. There are some new people I like such as Bianca or River Rose. But there are also some who I have absolutely no fucking idea why Jesse wants to bring back like Blair Buchanan or fucking Apathy. Then he has Hunter Valentine here. You remember what I said about not being one of those to stick around that has no reason too?
Andrew got it. Who in the fuck would ever want to be a Hunter Valentine.
Alan Envy: I'm still trying to wrap around how Roger Wright and Johnny Stylez are fighting for the world title already. But you know what, it's not my concern. You work your way up and take care of business. I want to see you top of the card, not curtain jerking with Josh Cole. You're better than that.
Garrison poured another drink.
Alan Envy: Finish up. We both have a flight to catch. You're stopping in California to see your daughter before you get to Chicago.
Andrew looks at Envy and decides to not argue with her m. He nods his head.
Alan Envy: I packed you a suit, the rest of your wardrobe needs to be burnt at the stake. You got five minutes.
Envy walks out towards the Uber waiting for them. Andrew looks around the apartment. He sighs then all of a sudden it hits him. It was like the slap from earlier snapped him awake. He grabbed his things and left his apartment, Australian football, and God forsaken Australia for good.
It wasn't a coincidence that he came home to find Alan Envy had broken into his home. Something felt inevitable about this whole situation. Matter of fact he should have saw this coming. It was only a matter of time until pro wrestling came calling back to one of the most gifted pro wrestlers who reached levels so quickly before. It was inevitable that Andrew Garrison returned to the sport of pro wrestling, it's inevitable that he is going to take this new opportunity and not squander it. It's inevitable that each and everyone of those has beens, never was, and new blood will one by one get bludgeoned by Andrew Garrison, and you know what?
It's only inevitable that soon he will be the top guy and world champion of New Edge Wrestling. As for all the OG’s like Johnny Stylez or Roger Wright, or Hunter or Blair you're on notice. That notice is you're all going to be knocked off the ladder whether you want to believe it or not. You're downfall is Inevitable…
Andrew Garrison….is…inevitable
Australian football, now isn't that an interesting way to start this out right? It's not soccer in popularity here but it's pretty damn popular. So why is it being brought up?
This is where the story begins of Andrew Garrison. 5 years ago Andy was a bright spot in the world of professional wrestling. He had graduated from one of the most esteemed wrestling schools in the country, hell let's just call it the world, and was trained by one of the finest pro wrestlers in the world, but we'll reveal that later on. So you continue to ask yourselves what does this have to do with Australian football? Be patient and it pays off in the end
Let's go over first what happened with professional wrestling, then we can put everything together. He skyrocketed to the top, within a year of his career he became champion of Revolution Pro Wrestling. Offers were being thrown at him like pussy was thrown at the Von Erichs nightly during the 80s wrestling heyday in Dallas. He had dates booked well in advance, he was going to become a Megastar in the wrestling business.
But then she came into his life. Melina, a beautiful blonde with amazing legs and vagina muscles that could bend steel when she had an orgasm. She was a successful model, self made woman, and Andrew fell fucking hard for her. They got married and she had become the focus of his life. He worshiped her, was there when she needed him, and it became even more of that when she gave birth to Winter.
So he had a beautiful wife any man would kill their own just to touch her for, and the most precious little girl who idolized the ground he walked on. Winter was Daddy's baby. So you can understand that pro wrestling, his career, was now on the back burner. He worked enough to contribute financially but Mel was the superstar model who was taking in the dough. He had become Mr. Mom. Eventually, that shit started getting really old.
Not to get into a long winded explanation lets just say he wanted to go back into wrestling and he and his wife disagreed. She had turned into a controlling bitch, but that is where I stop that story. Let's get back to Australian football
Andy has been in Australia for one year. He came here because as stated earlier he tried to get back into the wrestling game but no suitors were throwing that Von Erich pussy offers like was previously stated. Pretty much he said goodbye promised Winter he would talk to her everyday, and he has, and through a connection from high school found him a job playing defensive forward for an Australian football team. Yet why did he choose this sport? The physicality, he craved it, he had so much built up frustration he had to release it. Turns out he is pretty damn good at it.
But today everything has changed. Penalties by him cost them a chance to get to the playoffs. He was always one of the most penalized players but this time it backfired, also he received his check for the game and was none too happy. So here we are, outside the office of the head coach as Andy awaits to be invited in.
"COME IN!!"
Garrison walked in as the coach realized it was who it was. He gave Andy a look of disdain.
Coach: Look I don't want to hear an apology. That was a stupid penalty.
Andy Garrison: I'm not here to apologize for what happened. It's a fucking sport where tensions get high. But if you want to talk about how I cost us the game maybe realize ai was a big reason we even got this fucking close to the playoffs in the first place. I had the most points by a wide margin this season.
Coach looked like he ate a turd as he leaned back in his chair and stared his player down.
Coach: So you're putting yourself ahead of the team. Fuck everyone else and their contributions. Nope it was jacked up bloke from the United States that did it all by his fuckin self. Is that where you're getting at?
Andrew stood up and looked down at his coach.
Andy Garrison: No, I'm not here about supposedly letting the team down. I'm here because this check is bullshit and I want my fair cut.
He slams the check down as the coach stands up.
Coach: Like I said pal, it's what you deserve. Show me a contract where I give you a certain figure. This is a real sport not fake shit like pro wrestling.
Andrew quickly grabbed his coach and put a choke hold on him. He had the man close to passing out before releasing him. The coach collapsed catching his breath.
Andy Garrison: Does that feel fake you Aussie con artist kangaroo eating fuck? I hope a cockroach fails on your ball sack and your dick falls off. Keep you shit check and go fuck yourself.
Andrew leaves the office as he's confronted by two other players in a fighting stance.
Andy Garrison: Unless you to cock sucks want to be healthy enough for next season or suck each others dicks for the foreseeable future I suggest you stand your tight asses down.
They both thought of the better as they stood aside. One of the players went into the coach's office as the other one tells Andy
Player: Leave Australia and don't come back or you'll regret it.
Andrew got to the door and looked back.
Andrew Garrison: Mouthwash bloke. Your breath smells like cock.
Andrew slams the door and leaves the stadium.
4 hours later.
How in the fuck does Melbourne have traffic jams. A usual two hour drive home had taken almost four. Garrison enters his rental apartment and slams his shit down. He walks over to the fridge and goes to grab a Fosters because it's honestly the only fucking beer this suburb but the last one left was gone.
Andy Garrison: What the fuck I had one left.
He hears a deep burp from the darkness of his living room. He flips on the light and couldn't believe who was sitting in his recliner with his feet up.
"This beer fucking sucks."
Alan Envy, his mentor and trainer. Multi world champion and international wrestling great wearing a custom light blue suit is staring at him. Andrew takes a deep breath as he gets a bottle of Jameson from under the cabinet and pours two glasses.
Alan Envy: No thanks I'm trying to cut down.
Andy Garrison: They are both for me.
Alan Envy: Why just use one glass then?
Garrison slams one glass into his sink and takes a sip of his drink.
Andy Garrison: What can I do for you?
Alan smiles as he stands up and runs his finger across the top of the TV and sees it was dusty. He wiped his hand on Andy's couch.
Alan Envy: It's more like what can I do for you. As in how I can drag your big dumb ass out of here, put you on a plane back with me to the United States, and yet you back into pro wrestling where you belong. Seriously kid what in the fuck are you doing here playing Australian football. You're a pro wrestler and your daughter is in the United States. Fuck her mother you can't just run away from your problems. Hell son you didn't do anything.
Envy walked by and looked into Andy's fridge. He couldn't find anything but a piece of string cheese as he grabbed it, opening it up and eating it.
Andy Garrison: Look I had to just get away. I talked to Winter everyday and sent Mel money. Besides the business threw me away, not I threw it away. Not one place wanted to sign me, and I didn't want to use you as my bargaining chip to get a job. I can't go my entire career being one of Envy"s boys ok?
Envy threw the empty wrapper onto the counter and walked up to Andy. He stood there for a moment then potatoes him with a slap to the face.
Alan Envy: Ready to stop being a pity bitch now? I used my trainers to help me. You think you're better than I was at this stage? It's fine to get help from people Andrew. That's why I am here.
He reaches into his jacket and pulls out paperwork. He throws it down on the table.
Andy Garrison: What is that?
Alan Envy: Your second chance at a pro wrestling career. You're welcomed.
Andy picks up the contract. He sees the header at the top.
New Edge Wrestling
He turns to the back page and sees the signature of the owner Jesse Styles.
Andy Garrison: You're fucking kidding me. New Edge is back? They also dragged you back into the fold? I swore you said you were done with them.
Alan Envy: Oh I am. I'm not wrestling for them. I'm going to do a tribute show for a friend of mine in January and that's it. This is your opportunity. I'm not going to be there to help you. Besides, there is nothing else for me to do there. I have already done it all. Multiple titles, even co owner one time. But…I still respect what that place did for my career. It put me on the map. And it needs new blood. And you're the guy in my opinion to inject that new blood to keep it going this time.
Andy Garrison looks at the contract. It was good money and had some decent perks. He looks at Envy who nods as he signs it.
Alan Envy: Good. Welcome back to relevancy and reality. Your first match is a battle Royal.
Andy Garrison: I hate battle royals.
Envy smiled.
I saw your last football match. Just do that and you'll be fine. There are some new people I like such as Bianca or River Rose. But there are also some who I have absolutely no fucking idea why Jesse wants to bring back like Blair Buchanan or fucking Apathy. Then he has Hunter Valentine here. You remember what I said about not being one of those to stick around that has no reason too?
Andrew got it. Who in the fuck would ever want to be a Hunter Valentine.
Alan Envy: I'm still trying to wrap around how Roger Wright and Johnny Stylez are fighting for the world title already. But you know what, it's not my concern. You work your way up and take care of business. I want to see you top of the card, not curtain jerking with Josh Cole. You're better than that.
Garrison poured another drink.
Alan Envy: Finish up. We both have a flight to catch. You're stopping in California to see your daughter before you get to Chicago.
Andrew looks at Envy and decides to not argue with her m. He nods his head.
Alan Envy: I packed you a suit, the rest of your wardrobe needs to be burnt at the stake. You got five minutes.
Envy walks out towards the Uber waiting for them. Andrew looks around the apartment. He sighs then all of a sudden it hits him. It was like the slap from earlier snapped him awake. He grabbed his things and left his apartment, Australian football, and God forsaken Australia for good.
It wasn't a coincidence that he came home to find Alan Envy had broken into his home. Something felt inevitable about this whole situation. Matter of fact he should have saw this coming. It was only a matter of time until pro wrestling came calling back to one of the most gifted pro wrestlers who reached levels so quickly before. It was inevitable that Andrew Garrison returned to the sport of pro wrestling, it's inevitable that he is going to take this new opportunity and not squander it. It's inevitable that each and everyone of those has beens, never was, and new blood will one by one get bludgeoned by Andrew Garrison, and you know what?
It's only inevitable that soon he will be the top guy and world champion of New Edge Wrestling. As for all the OG’s like Johnny Stylez or Roger Wright, or Hunter or Blair you're on notice. That notice is you're all going to be knocked off the ladder whether you want to believe it or not. You're downfall is Inevitable…
Andrew Garrison….is…inevitable