Post by Robert Garland on Feb 27, 2010 1:54:23 GMT -5
The daylight shimmers on the streets of New Orleans, streets that are barren and empty save a few passer bys (Most likely everyone too drunk and hungover from the night before to dash all over town). A man cloaked in brown is center focus, a hood covering part of his face to where the only thing shown is his smile. He heads down the lane, his smile dropping off his face as he mutters quietly out loud...
Fire ain't fun... Hospital bills, a new place to live, food an' even sleep it's all too expensive. An' worst of all I'm stuck alone tryin ta figure it all out...
As the man continues to walk down the street, his voice gets a bit louder... [/i]
Just don know what'm I even still doin... I gotta fine mah buddy, mah brother... Just don know where ta start lookin'...
The few people that pass by this man as he makes his way seem to stare a bit before continuing on their way, one of the ladies even fanning her face and making a remark about the smell. The smile however once again returns to his face, a bit of a nod being added to his steps, once again speaking aloud... [/i]
Ain't got no time or means fer a shower. If only people would help as much as they hinder...
I gotta find him, he's probably worried sick...
That's right! I'm here with the man himself, fresh out of the hospital! Robert "Badger" Garland! [/b]
Robert?
Garland?
The man himself eh?
The man follows the voice, leading him to a window of a nearby shop, television sets all playing different channels but only one has volume.
As the man raises his head towards it, he seems to be caught in place, stopping to watch as the man on the screen points his microphone towards a recognizable face. [/i]
Robert Garland - *Curiously smiling* - Um, hey Mr. Reporter Dude... What's up?
Well I'll be damned
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Reporter - So, Robert Garland, the world wants to know! How are you handling yourself after all your recent medical charges and damages from your return to the world of wrestling?
Robert Garland - Well, you see. It's not the easiest thing to take care off, that's for sure... Especially when the next time you turn around, you're already back in the ring facing off against someone else who's looking to either make an easy name for themselves or re establish who they already are.
But you know, with all it's flaws I still do love the industry and I'm looking forward to PWA's first ever Supercard, "Chicago Style!".
Reporter - Sounds like all these injuries aren't even slowing you down a bit! That's what we should expect from "The Badger!"
Robert Garland - Right, nothing less!
If you don't mind though, I'd like to take this opportunity to speak to a very special someone... If it's all good of course.
Reporter - Of course Garland, go right ahead.
The reporter hands off his microphone, Robert Garland smiling as he's left on screen, his eyes turning and looking deep into the camera that's screening him as he raises the microphone to his lips... [/i]
Robert Garland - I bet you know who you are that I want to send a message to, don't you Roc Anderson?
Last week you were saved by the clock ticking away, but your future as the PWA Television Champion is doing the exact same thing. If there was no time limit, you would already be done... And with that and the choices you've made recently in mind... I can tell you right now that I don't plan on holding anything back this next time that we'll get to meet in the ring.
With my partner Chris Williams at Chicago Style... And with no rules to hold me back... Well, I'll tell you that I'll be watching the ringside, my partner and my own back looking to strike fear in anyone who gets the idea to run on in... be it someone from your posse or someone with whom I have a personal grudge such as Frank Washington...
Just wanted to give you warning to remember to do the exact same thing... Because if you would recall... "I AM TRUE HARDCORE!"
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With that, the reporter cuts Garland from the scene, the news continuing ahead as the man who was watching still seems glued to his spot.
He finally begins to move again, his head turning around as he once again speaks aloud... [/i]
Seems mah next move was just scouted fer me... Seems mah buddy's gonna need a bit more fire on his side to take care of this one and as I said... Fire ain't fun for who it burns...
Gotta say I'm glad he's doin fine, think I'll just pay him a visit real soon and make it all even bettah!
As fer the money issues? Well, I still got mah original plan for gettin' round...
With that, the scene cuts away, the man laughing a bit as he heads down the street before turning towards the New Orleans National Train Station...
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