Teen Titans Fan Fiction ❯ The Incredible Beast ❯ Wrestlemania ( Chapter 8 )

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By: Mykan

Titan on show: Cyborg

Cy... as Vic Stone is being harrased and blackmailed into being a wrestler...

Garfield also somehow ends up involed int he problem too...

Non Anime: Teen Titans Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.02.2009 | Pages: 9 | Words: 8.6K | Visits: 246 | Status: Completed

EPISODE SIX

A few months had passed and Garfield decided to head back to America, it really had been awhile since he had been back to his home country. Sadly, in all his travels, he had still not found any hope of finding a cure for himself.

He was starting to think maybe it was truly hopeless, and that he would never find a cure. Still… today he was just going to take it steady and get a new job to earn some money for food and motel rental.

While taking a stroll through Los-Angeles, California, he found a quaint little Italian-restaurant that was hiring, and when he applied himself as Garfield Lagno; the proprietor, who was also the head, and only chief, took an immediate shine to the young-lad and set him up at once.

Garfield was almost nervous as he soon realized who his co-worker was a tall, and buffed up guys with dark skin, no hair, and he had a pretty serious look on his face, but… he walked towards Garfield and showed him he meant no harm. “Yo'… Name's Vic Stone…”

Garfield felt relieved, and the two had the feeling they were going to get along just fine.

As the days went by, Garfield was set to work washing dishes, sweeping the floors… even help prepare some of the pizza's and pastas. Garfield almost hated the fact the he actually had to put meat on the dishes.

Vic was most shocked, “Yo' man… how can you defy the all-meat experience?” he asked.

“Dude… I got a real deep affection for animals.” Garfield simply put it. Vic decided to not to bother about it anymore.

Two of the waitresses had also taken quite the shine to Garfield and Vic, and would often flirt with them when they got a second. The guys would shoot them a wink or a smile, but sadly they weren't interested in dating.

Also… the girls would test a small piece of the dishes…

“Needs more garlic, Finnie…”

“Too much garlic Finnie…”

Finnie, the chief sighed. “Est always zee same every single day…” he said. “More garlic… Less garlic… Aye…!”

Garfield and Vic couldn't help but laugh.

As the day went by Vic got a phone-call from some guy called Mr. Trump. Vic however just put the phone down without saying anything, and when Trump called back Vic warned him, “Look… I told you before… I'm doing any expedition. It's not my thing!” and he slammed the phone down.

Garfield was suddenly beginning to sense something really big was going on between Vic and this Trump fellow, as it seemed to be making him look down in the dumps. Garfield asked what it was all about…

“I don't want to talk about it…” Vic said softly, and he got back to work.

Garfield knew something was up for certain, but he wasn't exactly sure how to help out, or even if he could…

…

In a building deep on the other side of town, Trump was sitting in his office, and there were pro-wrestling posters and adds decorated all over his office. He was holding a newspaper up to his face which had an article about Victor Stone being a top body-builder at the gyms in town.

Obviously, he was a crafty man nearly harassing Vic to get him to sign-up in a wrestling career. Only, it seemed that Vic was too stubborn, or just being blinded to accept any of his offers.

Just then, there was a knock at the door, “En-ter…!”

In walked two goons, and another pro-wrestler; Big Biff was his name, and he wanted to talk to his manager, Trump. “I'm really getting' tired of all this waitin'” he said deeply. “Haven't you gotten me a better opponent yet…?”

Trump put down his paper and raised his hand in a calm manner, “Patience Biffy… I'm working on it.” he tried to assure him.

Biff's lips curled into a sneer, “That's what you said last week… I've had it up to here with your excuses.”

Biff had been under the management of Trump for almost a year now, and was a well respected wrestling champion. The problem was he was growing to be really skilled that the competition he faced wasn't enough for him; too easy, and too boring.

He needed someone who was worthy of a fight with him, and lately Trump hadn't really been properly looking for any other potentially buffed up guys, and was still fretting over that Victor Stone guy…

“Look… I don't care who you get, but just get someone by the end of the week… or you better get yourself a new boy.” and he left the office all on his own.

Trump angrily threw down his paper. “Some how I've got to get Vic into this gig…” he grumbled. “You boys ready for the next move…?” he asked the goons.

The goons assured their boss, “By the time we're through… Vic will come begging to take the offer.”

“He better…” Trump warned the goons, “Because I want that guy here pronto… he's going to make me a ton of dough! If you guys screw up… and you'll both be Biff's next opponents, got it?”

The goons gulped hard and nodded nervously before leaving. Trump wasn't about to let the greatest opportunity pass him by…

…

Dinner hour was approaching, and the restaurant was fairly busy. Pizza's, Pastas, Garlic bread were being made twice as fast. Vic wiped his brow, “Man…now that I know what a housewife goes through… I'll be sure to treat my wife with respect.”

Garfield sniggered at that remark, “You got a wife…?” he asked.

Vic shook his head, “But… I'd like to have one someday. How about you…? Any lovely lady in your mind…?”

Garfield suddenly remembered when he proposed to Terra a year and a-half ago… he never forgot that look on her face when he slid the ring on her finger, and she actually said “Yes… Yes I will!”

He hadn't seen her in so long since his little accident, and since Rita died, but since he couldn't tell Vic the truth he just put it as, “I did once, but it didn't work out.”

“Aw… raw deal...” Vic said out of pity. “Well you win some, you lose some.”

If Vic only knew…

“Hey, boys…” Finnie called, “Come on now… chop-chop.” He meant for them to help him with the dinner rush. So the boys got back to their duties, unaware that Trump's too goons had snuck into the back room and had bags of spoiled meat, and jars full of bugs and insects…

Their plan was to sabotage the restaurant which would hopefully shut it down and put Vic out of work. That way he'd have no choice but to accept Trump's offer.

As they worked, they could overhear someone coming into the back room. They ducked down behind the icebox where no one would be able to see them, and in came Garfield and he was asked to get some extra stacks of meat and spices for some of the pizzas.

He went to the icebox, not noticing anyone hiding behind it, and grabbed some for the sausages, but the moment he picked them up, “Hmm…?” he smelled something really weird. As much as he didn't like to eat meat, he could still tell that that scent was coming from the meat… and it could only meant that it was spoiled.

This struck Garfield as odd. Finnie just got the meat in this morning and there was no way it could've spoiled that quickly. Especially seeing as how it was in the icebox the whole time.

Behind the icebox, the two thugs wondered who this new guy was, but whoever he was, it looked as if he was going to ruin everything. Suddenly, one of them noticed that a few of the insects they had failed to add into the containers were crawling up the side of the icebox and over the rim.

Garfield saw them however, “What the--” he backed away a few steps and he accidentally knocked over a few of the spice-jars which ended up spilling more insects that were stowed inside. “WHOA…!”

Vic and Finnie heard everything dashed into the back room, and they didn't even bother to ask because they saw everything. The spoiled meat on the floor, and insects crawling everywhere.

The two thugs saw their chance and dashed out. “Hey…!” Garfield called, “Hey… you dudes!” but they were already gone out the back door. “Not them again…?” Vic groaned.

The three men worked hard shooing the insects out the door, and going through the icebox to and get rid of all the rotten meat. “They disrespect my icebox…!” growled Finnie. “I cut them into meatballs!”

Vic persuaded Finnie to calm down, and Finnie decided to get back to his cooking while he and Garfield cleaned up in the back room. “Man… some guys just never learn.” Vic muttered.

Garfield overhead him, “What… has this ever happened before?”

Vic nodded, “This must be the third time this week.” he said, “It's Trump's crazy idea to try and force me into his business. I don't know how much more Finnie can take of this.”

Garfield wasn't about to take anymore of this guessing and he really wanted to know why Trump was so egger to give Vic a job…

Vic explained how Trump was a wrestling manager, and wanted to recruit him for his own greedy reasons. He seemed to care more about money and making more of it for himself than he cared about other people…

He wanted to recruit Vic because of his built-up body to face off against his champion, Big Biff. “There's no way I'm getting into any wrestling ring… especially for a greedy guy like Trump.”

Vic preferred to make it through life like an honest guy, not some wrestling maniac who hurt people for a living. The problem was, because of his amazing built-up body, like Garfield when they first met, many people misjudged Vic and thought him to be a really tough guy, with a real boot to put.

Hardly anyone ever gave him the chance to show what a great guy he could be. “There's got to be some place for me out there… but I want to find it on my own, and show the world that I can really be someone.”

Garfield understood how he felt. After all… things weren't always easy for him either… being a boy-genius in a school who preferred cool kids, and slackers, than hard working studiers.

Not to mention… he always had a fear of what people would think of him if they found about the beast… but he didn't tell Vic that part. He just couldn't let him know…

Vic and Garfield realized that they had more in-common with each other than first noticed. They really felt like they could be a big help to each other.

Soon it was quitting time, and both Vic and Garfield promised to see each other the next day before going their separate ways home.

As Garfield walked the night streets to his motel, he decided to take a short-cut through a dark alley. When he got halfway through, he was jumped at by two men. “Hi-ya pal…” one of them said. “Fancy meeting you here.” said the other.

Garfield recognized them instantly as the two guys who ran from Finnie's. “You guys work for Trump.” he snapped, “You tried to mess the place up so Vic would work for you guys.”

The thugs nodded, “And we would've gotten away with it if you hadn't messed things up for us…” snapped the first thug.

The second thug grabbed Garfield by the collar and looked him dead in the eyes. “Listen kid… you ought'a not mess with us and with Mr. Trump. We can really be nasty…”

The first thug then motioned over to the open dumpster, and the other thug threw Garfield in and slammed the lid down on his head. “AOW…!” Garfield growled in pain as his anger spiked…

SNAP!

There it went again… his eyes glowing, his clothes ripping up…!

The two thugs, unaware of what was happening in the dumpster, snarled at the sides, “Listen kid… you tell Vic from us, and Mr. Trump… he's got twenty-four hours to take it… or we're going postal on that little workplace of yours.”

“You got that…!”

Suddenly…

POW!

Something inside the dumpster bashed the insides hard and made a huge dent that nearly knocked the thugs off their feet. The thugs couldn't understand it, and then… BOOM…! The lid of the dumpster bust off like a bomb, and out popped a huge snarling monster, far bigger than Vic, and Big Biff put together.

The thugs nearly wet their pants' in fear, “What in the mother Marry…?”

The monster roared loudly as he leapt from the dumpster and stared the two men down. Then it raised it's huge fists picked up a garbage can and squashed it in his bare hands like a soda can before tossing it right at the thugs. This prompted the two men to run for their lives as fast as their legs could carry them…!

The creature, however, would not let them get away fro throwing him into the dumpster like that and kicked. A huge wooden crate down the alley and tripped the men up from behind.

The creature growled angrily and then ran for the two men, picking them up in his huge arms and throwing them both into another dumpster as if they were paper-planes. The creature would have continued to go at them if he hadn't heard the sound of someone scream from a window above…

The creature dashed off into the darkness before anything else happened, leaving the two thugs to crawl out of the garbage all confused. “Exactly… what was that thing?” cried one of them.

“I don't know…” said the other, “But one thing I know… the boss won't ever believe this.”

…

The creature dashed all the way through many allies before he finally realized that he didn't feel so angry anymore, which triggered him to change back into Garfield. Dizzy and smelling like garbage… Garfield could tell that he had transformed again.

“Aw, man…” he groaned, “when am I ever going to be free of this?” he wondered as he walked the rest of the way to his motel room where he seriously needed a bath.

…

The next morning when the thugs had reported back to Trump, not only was he upset to find that they blew it while trying to sabotage Finnie's, “But you make up some wild tale of a huge hairy beast jumping you in the alley?” he growled, “What the heck do I pay you guys for anyway…?”

“Yeah, but Boss…” said the first thug, “It's not lie, there really was a monster. He threw us both in a dumpster.”

Trump wasn't interested, “I pay you two for success, not excuses!” he growled, but then he gazed down at the morning paper, and there was a headline about a local woman who claimed to see a huge monster in an alley last night…

Trump did start to think that maybe his boys were telling the truth, but he had no time go chasing after monsters, that no one even seemed to get a photo of. He just cared about getting Vic recruited to face Biff…

Otherwise, Biff would leave, and he'd be out of business due to his savvy reputation being known to people's attention. “Well… there's more than one way to skin a cat.” He muttered, and then he told his boys it was time to switch to the ultimate plan… One that was guaranteed not to fail…

…

At midmorning, Finnie's was open just in time for lunch. Vic noticed Garfield seemed a little strange that morning as if he had a rough night. “Yo' man, you feelin' okay…?”

Garfield assured him, “I'm okay… just a little tired.”

Vic admitted that he was a little tired too. “I was up half the night thinking about Trump… I'm worried he's going to try something sneaky again today.”

Garfield could see why he would be worried. He was beginning to dislike Trump far more than Vic did, because he and his goons had already caused him a lot of trouble, and even made trouble for Finnie and his restaurant too…

Vic even tried going to the police, but Trump was more crafty than he looked; very sneaky and a mastermind at covering his tracks. “Maybe I should give in…” Vic said. “Take Trump up on his offer…”

Garfield felt almost heart-struck, “Dude… you can't be serious.”

Vic was actually more shocked at himself than Garfield was, but what other choice did he have. He didn't want to hurt people for a career, but here he was putting other people in danger because he refused a career.

If he refused Trump anymore, who knew what would happen…? “Look…” Garfield said, “I won't try to persuade you otherwise… but just think about what you're really getting into before you actually do it.”

Vic sighed, and almost trailed off into space if Finnie had told the guys to “Keep those dishes coming boys… we got empty bellies out here…”

The boys got straight back to work, unaware of the trouble that was going to happen later that day…

Trump's two thugs had snuck into the back room once again, and hid around a corner for their chance. One thug held a huge burlap bag, and the other had a chloroformed tissue in his hand.

They waited, and waited… and finally they heard someone coming into the back room. It wasn't Vic, it was actually Garfield, and he was just what the thugs needed. They leapt out from behind the corner, and hit him with the tissue conking him out.

Then they threw him in the sack and carried him off, leaving behind a single note where it couldn't be missed. Then they were gone…

Up in the front, Vic and Finnie heard all that thumping… “What's goin' on back there…?” Vic wondered. He and Finnie checked it out, and what they found nearly turned their bloods cold.

The back door was wide open, a few boxes, and dishes were knocked off the shelves, Garfield was missing, and there was a note on the counter. “Please don't tell me…” Vic muttered as he read the note…

“If you ever want to see your friend in one piece again, come and agree work for Trump by the end of the day.”

“Trump and Thugs”

Finnie couldn't help but faint, and Vic… he was just frozen on the spot. “Aw, man… Garfield!”

Now Garfield was in big trouble, and Vic felt that it was all his fault. Well now his mind was well made up. He got Garfield into this mess, and he was going to get him out. He was going to get to Trump's arena and bust him out of there himself… and even try and take Trump down once and for all.

…

Garfield woke up a while later, “Huh…?” and he realized that he was a in a steel cage hanging at least thirty feet over a large wrestling ring. “Hey…!” he cried as he grabbed the bars. “Hello…? Anyone…! Where am I…?”

He soon got his answer when three men walked into the arena. Two of them he recognized were the thugs from the other night. The other, he obviously took was their boss…

“No need to shout… we were coming in anyways.” he called up at the cage.

Garfield took a good look at the big man, and could tell, “You're Trump…?”

“Hey, hey… manners...” Trump said, “I prefer Mr. Trump if you don't mind… and as for you… I just need your help.”

He didn't have to say anything more because Garfield already had already guessed what was going on. Trump was going to use him as bait to lure Vic into the place where they would probably blackmail him into working for him.

“You're plan is crazy…!” he said. “Vic won't ever work for a greedy sap like you.”

Trump didn't care about those insults. “Flattery won't get you anywhere, kid…” he said, “Now you behave yourself before I change my mind and feed you to Biff.” He motioned over to the corner of the room where Biff was working out with his monstrous weights.

Garfield gulped hard, but made sure to keep his nerves in check, or he wouldn't be as sorry as those men were going to be, but what was he going to do… he assumed that Vic was already on his way after discovering that he wasn't there…

…

But in fact, Vic had already entered the building and was snooping around. He was going to find Garfield, get him out of there, and make Trump pay for what he did, only he didn't know exactly where Garfield was being kept, and it wasn't easy to get around with all the other thugs and goons around...

Vic even got spotted a couple of times, but it was too bad for the thugs that Vic was a lot stronger than they were in groups of threes, and he easily knocked them down for the count. “BO YAH…!” he cheered. “Oh…! Shh-Shh Shh…!” he forgot he had to try and keep it low…

As much as he didn't like hurting people, beating up those nasty crooks sure felt awesome. The further he progressed through the building, the more times he accidentally got caught, which prompted him to beat more of the thugs…

Still… he couldn't get carried away with himself. He had to find Garfield, and finally, he burst into Trump's office.

“Ah… Vic Stone…” Trump chuckled, “Glad you could join us.”

Vic's features hardened, “Where's Garfield…?” he practically snarled as he stomped over and held Trump up, looking him dead in the eyes. “Where is he…?”

Trump pulled himself out of his grip gently, “My, aren't we in a temper…” he mocked, “Come… I'll take you to him.”

He led Vic into the arena, “Vic…!” Garfield called from his cage.

Vic was glad to see his friend wasn't hurt, but then he demanded, “You better let him down… you hear?”

Trump sniggered, “Oh I will… but only on one condition, and that's you beat Biff in a one-round match.”

Garfield gasped, “Ah…?”

Vic looked as though he was ready to explode like a volcano, “Are you nuts…? I'm not fightin' him…understand? I'm no wrestler…!”

Biff, who had been quite looking forward to a decent challenge for once, stepped into the ring, “Maybe it's because you're too chicken?”

Vic turned to face him with a most peculiar look on his face, “Say what…?”

“You heard me…” replied biff and he went on rudely insulting Vic's pride as a body-builder, and a strong guy. “Yo' man… I'm warning ya… don't get me rattled…!”

“Oh what… you going to just insist you won't fight?” Biff mocked, and finally when he started acting like a chicken… Vic lost it. “That's it… now I'm angry!” and he jumped into the ring…

“Vic…!” cried Garfield, “Oh…! I've got to get out of here…!” but it was no good, the bars were too thick and solid to shake loose for him, but he wasn't willing to give up.

With Biff, and Vic wrestling in the ring, and Garfield struggling above in the cage, Trump didn't know which was more entertaining. “I see gold in that ring…” he muttered to himself, and he began to daydream of what it would be like for him to put this on show for all the people…

The money would keep on piling up; he'd need more than one bank account.

He was so busy daydreaming, and Vic and Biff were so distracted by their fight, nobody noticed that the line holding Garfield's cage was going to break.

Garfield however did notice… “Uh oh…!” he cried, “Help… Help me! The cage…!”

SNAP…! It already fell off. “LOOK OUT…!” cried Vic as he and Biff rolled out of the way as the cage came crashing down… SMASH right through the ring and made a huge hold.

“AAAH…!” Garfield was heard moaning and groaning in pain, and then…

SNAP!

And that wasn't any rope breaking, Garfield, unseen by everyone, was changing again.

As for Biff, “Well looks like your little friend won't be getting up for a while…” he mocked at the dark hole. This really angered Vic, even though he already taken a huge beating from Biff… he wasn't willing to let him get away with insulting Garfield's accident like that…

However, as he readied himself for another stab at Biff, everyone heard the sound of something growling under the ring. Everyone looked confused, but then suddenly, POW…! A huge fist thrust thought he ring below making the hole bigger than ever, and out leapt a huge snarling creature!

“Yo…!” cried Vic.

Trump couldn't believe his eyes, “What in the name of all St. Mary!” he cried.

“That's it Boss… that's the creep we saw.” cried one of the thugs.

Biff never saw anyone, anything so HUGE! Not to mention those claws and teeth.

The creature roared at him, and Biff almost felt like fainting. There was no way he could fight anything that large. He tried to make a break for it, but he was so much in haste he couldn't find his way through the ring-ropes.

This enabled the creature to grab hold of him, and actually lift up the huge hulking wrestle as if he were a lightweight. “AAH… MAMA…!” cried Biff as the creature threw him hard into the hole he crawled out of.

Much to the shock of Trump and his men, but to the amazement of Vic. “BO YAH… that's a KO…!”

The creature won that fight, but he seemed angrier than ever, and then set his eyes on Trump and his men. The goons ran away like cowards. “Come back you idiots…!” cried Trump “Don't' leave!” then suddenly he was grabbed the creature and tossed hard into the ring… landing right at Vic's feet.

Trump looked up and Vic looked down at him socking his foist into his other hand. “Well…” he sneered.

Trump began to blubber like a baby. “No, no… I give… I surrender. Just don't hurt me please! PLEASE…!”

Vic thought that was pathetic, but at least it was all over now. He felt even more grateful when he heard the police sirens outside the building. “Man… I thought they'd never get here.” he said, but the creature knew this was going to mean trouble for him…

So he fled the building through the emergency exit while no one was watching and was gone, much to Vic's confusion… but he was even more confused when he gazed down in the hole and he couldn't see Garfield anywhere.

This made him wonder… “Nah… to farfetched…” or was it really?

…

The next day, Trump and his men, as well as Biff were clapped into jail for assault, blackmail, and harassment. Not to mention terrorizing Finnie's. Finnie even got a big government paycheck to hire him more workers as well as fix the place up for more success in his business.

Vic still planned to work with Finnie for a little while longer, until he could earn enough commission to enroll in the police academy. This way he could actually hurt criminals and creeps for money and to help the innocent; he'd be helping people as he always wanted…

As for Garfield, well… Vic still didn't know the truth, but Garfield was leaving that morning. “You're leavin' so soon…?” Vic asked as he caught Garfield on his way out.

“Uh… yeah… I got stuff to do.” he simply said, “This job was just to help me get my assets back up. But hey… good luck in getting enrolled…”

Vic nodded, “Hey, man… I owe it all to you little buddy.” he said, “I'm sure gonna miss ya…”

Garfield smiled, “Yeah, me too…” they both bopped fists, and then Garfield headed for the back exit. Just in time too for just then, four familiar people had stopped by the bar. It was Jackie, Jillian, and their reporter fathers.

“Man… what can stop those guys?” Garfield wondered. Now he really had to get out before they spotted him and things would begin to stir up.

When the men and their daughters asked about “The Creature…” Vic couldn't give them the information they wanted. Nobody could, which was a good thing… for Garfield…

(Sad Piano music)

Garfield was alone again, on the run…

He wandered outside of the city, and walking along the dirt roads hoping a passing car would pick him up. Where would he go next… no one could tell… and no one could know…

Garfield Logan is believed to be dead…

And he must let the world think that he really IS dead until he can find a way to control the raging spirit that dwells within him.