Gary Sexton/History

Even as a young boy Gary always knew the difference between right and wrong, for him there was no such thing as a grey area. Once as a teenager he went to the hardware store with his mother. She needed a couple of things and he needed a padlock for a school thing. The small padlock was overlooked in the cart and was not discovered until they exited the store. The instant he discovered this he grabbed the lock, re-entered the store, and paid the £1.50 the lock cost.

At the age of 15 Gary began to train as a professional wrestler, he had become obsessed with the showmanship of the “sport” a few years prior and wanted to make other people feel the different array of emotions that he himself had felt when he watched. He trained hard learning not only the moves but also the psychology of putting a match together. He had his first match eight months later in front of 32 fans in a community center 40 miles from his house, but to him, it felt like twenty-five thousand screaming fans in a huge arena. Looking at his payout after the event was over it didn’t matter that he not only made no money but he was worse off than before he even left the house, he had gained valuable experience. Training in front of other students is one thing but nothing compares to real fans who have paid actual money.

In the matches that followed Gary got really good at his chosen craft, and became known within the indies in the UK as a great worker who could have a match with anyone and make them look like a million dollars. Gary worked the majority of his career as a Heel or bad guy, he figured that as he was such a “goody-two-shoes” in his personal life he could cut loose as “Rage” Gary Sexton in his profession and get some balance in his life.

Then that phone call happened. Gary stood there in silence, his brain trying to process all the information he had just heard and failing to do so, “What did you say?” James repeated the news and Gary hung up the phone and a half-second later once his brain had processed all the information Gary did the only thing he could do and sank to his knees in tears remembering his fellow wrestler Lis whom he had many matches with both as a team and against each other had been in a car accident on her way home from the last show where they tagged together. Wrestlers were more than just co-workers. It was more of a family dynamic sure you had disagreements and occasionally the odd fight but for the most part, everyone loved each other because you all shared the love of Wrestling. Lis was a woman of average height slim build and bright purple hair that was so vibrant it almost looked like the hair of a cartoon character pasted onto a real person, Gary cleaned himself up and went down to the drug store and bought the only purple hair he could find then went home and dyed both his facial hair as well as his hair the far less vibrant and far more subtle shade of purple.

After 17 years here he was flat on his back looking at the lights waiting for the referee to hit the mat for the third time signalling the match was over and while he knew this was his last match no-one else did, he knew the truth that a body only had a finite number of bumps it could endure before it was unable to take any more and while he was sure he could take more his mind wandered to so many older guys who had overstayed and permanent damage had been done. DING DING DING the bell sounded as Rick got off of him and started to celebrate his victory. Sexton rolled out of the ring and continued to sell his beating like the pro he was making his way to the locker room of the school gym. In reality he was riding high on the adrenaline that was pumping through his body however he knew like always he would ache for a day or so. He sat down and allowed his body to cool down and stop sweating before taking a shower. After the shower he grabbed his gear and all his property as well as the money from the promoter and drove the 3 hour journey to his modest 1 bedroom flat.

So now you have a man in his 30’s having to find a career that made him as happy as his old one did while trying to make a difference to other people's lives. Gary ran an ice-cold bath and undressed; he tended to do his best thinking while in the bathroom. Once his bath had finished running he slowly climbed in and let the cold water soothe the aches and pains of his battered and beaten body, He reached for the razor fully planning to shave what was the signature look of his purple curly mustache and beard combo,  he paused remembering the reason he had died his body hair purple in the first place drifting back to a time before his body was battered..

Gary put down the razor he couldn’t do it she was like his sister and even though he wasn’t in the showbiz world of his previous life anymore he decided to keep his signature look as a reminder of where he came from and more importantly so he would feel like his best friend was still with him. Gary sat in the bath of cold water for another 25 minutes pondering his future taking into account his personality as well as what he wanted from a career, and when the answer to his pondering presented itself he could not deny that this was the only choice that he would be truly happy with so in that respect it was a no brainer “well Gary” he said aloud to himself “looks like tomorrow is the day you start working towards your career in Law Enforcement”

The following morning Sexton woke up with some aches so he got out of bed and started doing some Yoga to loosen up. He knew his goal but wasn’t sure of the path to get there, so he went online and quickly discovered a place called Emita that sounded like an interesting place that would be, at it’s very worst, a starting point for his new chosen career. He knew he had saved enough that he could afford the travel there so he filled out his application and sent it off.

The acceptance letter arrived quicker than he’d anticipated and he wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or they were so starved for bodies that they would allow just about anyone to join. Sexton started to pack up his life and embark on the next chapter of his life.

The trip was uneventful and boring which is always the best way to travel, he arrived at his apartment and immediately fought the urge to not unpack and started to put his clothes away. 3 hours later Sexton was fast asleep and dreaming of his new career.

Emita, while not overly large did have an extremely high percentage of criminals per capita most of which were armed with fully automatic rifles and as a result the “training” if you can call it that was nothing more than learning how to safely operate all manner of firearms. He slowly picked up other aspects of the job like 10-38s, 10-80s and 10-90s and while he did enjoy every aspect of the job it wasn’t to be, with the high crime rate it became impossible to attract civilians and due to lack of tax dollars the entire city was shut down.

Sexton moved to Liberty City and became a lateral transfer due to his prior experience. With the number of officer involved shootings being lower by such a considerable amount he quickly discovered that his favourite part of police work was the very simple 10-38, he wasn’t sure why he liked it, but he knew that he did in fact like it. But his big break came 3 years into his time in the LCPD when he helped stop and bring to justice members of the Pineapple Cartel. Including the leader Dwayne “Hilo” Fulton and his 2IC David “Sugarloaf” Perkins. Due to his hard work he was rewarded with a promotion to the rank of Sgt, With his new rank came other responsibilities including but not limited to FTO.

Unlike some people Sexton didn’t use his career defining win to just cruise through the remainder of his time within the LCPD. While no major cases the likes of the Pineapple Cartel emerged to wreak havoc on the city during the remainder of his time within the LCPD, he kept doing his best to be the very best LEO that he knew he was capable of being. This continued high standard of police work once again yielded a promotion to Lt and became the 2IC of the Criminal Control Division or CCD for short, with duties that mainly focused on responding to the numerous number of CDS complaints that despite our best efforts continued to run rampant and while the addition of a motor unit to our fleet of vehicles did cause the number of convictions of sellers to increase at a substantial amount.

Recently with the news reports of the rise in crime within the state of San Andreas and Sexton feeling like he had achieved all that he wanted to within the LCPD he made the decision to resign from the LCPD and move to San Andreas and attempt to become an LEO as he feels that he still has more to give.