The Long Way Around - Part 4 (And Final) - One Final Problem
Jan 21, 2018 14:52:57 GMT -5
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Post by Robbie A on Jan 21, 2018 14:52:57 GMT -5
19 January 2018
“You really didn’t have to come to the airport with me.”
“I’m only coming as far as here.” Tammy corrects me as we stand at the entrance to the New Orleans airport. “You’re a big boy and can manage, I know, but this is what friends do, you’re going to be very alone once you get to Minneapolis.”
“Well that isn’t strictly true-”
“Yes you are, just because loads of people will be there, they’re not going to be very social with you, they don’t like you. Don’t get smart with me!” She sharply interjects, not letting me get into any form of rhythm. “I wanted to come with you because once you go through those doors, you’re on your own all the way through.”
“Yeah, okay.” I concede. “I do appreciate it. You’re a good friend.”
“Damn right I am.” She says smugly. “Plus we all worry about you, we know you’re doing okay, but we also know how dangerous this match is, is that really a bear in the match as well?”
I look down at the ground, reluctant to answer.
“Yes there’s a real bear.”
“What? We actually thought that was some kind of joke! How the hell are you going to deal with that?” She pushes me in the chest in frustration. “And why the hell have you kept this from me? Form all of us?!”
“Because I don’t know what I’m going to do yet Tam, for once I don’t have a plan, for once I have an obstacle that requires more thought than before, and there is no option to just go around it, I have to go through it…somehow.” I fold my arms. “So that’s why I haven’t told you, because I’m still working it all out.”
“I...”
“Yeah I know you’re not happy, don’t worry, I’m not happy about it any more than you are, but it is what it is. The Guns have been clever, they set themselves up as a federation, they’re entitled to enter somebody into the match at Supremacy. So they legitimised Goldbear II by having him in a match, and here we are.”
“Legitimised? It’s a wild freaking bear, Rob!”
“Tammy, I am very much aware that it is a wild freaking bear, but unless you have a solution that’s better than bring a couple of buckets of salmon to the ring with me, then I don’t want to hear it!” I stand firm, she pauses and looks at me inquisitively.
“I'm sorry, but did you just say a couple buckets of salmon?”
“Yes...Bears...they eat salmon, so it could potentially be distracted...Look, that’s literally the best I have right now.” I say, looking at the floor once more. I look back up and I see her holding back laughter, I give her a stern look which only prompts her to burst into full uncontrollable laughter.
“Oh my gosh you are just so cute sometimes.” She giggles. “You say the most ridiculous things with that super stern face.”
“Yes well, thank you for your continuing concern!” I say light heartedly, the tension deflating quickly.
“I am concerned, don’t get me wrong. We all are, all the time. Even Leon gets worried that one time you won’t come back through the door at Kyles, not that he’d admit it to you, but we all know how dangerous this can be.”
She pauses and her tone changes equally as quickly.
“Look, don’t worry about the bear-” She begins softly.
“Don’t worry about the bear? Really?” I begin to interrupt.
“Yes.” Is her firm reply. “Don’t worry, not right now. Do what you do best, stay calm, stay focused, and you’ll work out how to deal with the bear, just like you know how to deal with all the others.”
I nod. “Yeah...Yeah you’re right. I’ll work it out. I have to.”
Another pause, this time she looks down at the floor, then back to me.
“Rob, no matter what happens in this match, just do one thing, actually no, promise me one thing.” She says, slowly, carefully.
“Uh, possibly, what do you want me to promise?” I ask carefully, feeling very much off guard, in two years she’s never asked anything like this before.
“Just promise that you’ll be back? I know it sounds stupid, you always come back, but this...this feels like you might not if you’re not careful. Don’t tell me you’re always careful, don’t start on all the smug Rob bullshit, just tell me you’ll be back, because if you do then I’ll believe you will, and I need that right now.”
Wow. I didn’t see that coming. I stand there, I can see she’s trying not to be too emotional although clearly it’s building by the second. I place my hands on her shoulders and look her straight in the eyes.
“Okay, okay I’ll promise to come back, I’ll promise that if you promise that you’ll get that passport.”
“W...What?”
“Before I left last year, I told you that you should get a passport, and see the world a bit more. Well now I’m not telling you, I’m making you promise me that you’ll at least get the passport, you don’t have to go anywhere yet, just make that first step.” I say, a warm smile on my face. “So, do we have a deal?”
“I...Yeah, okay...deal.” She holds back the tears enough now to start smiling back. “Okay well you need to go, as much as I’d love you to stay, you can’t.”
“Indeed.”
“Be safe okay?” She smiles, leans in and kisses my cheek, before giving me a hug.
“Always...I’ll see you soon.” We slowly break away and I head into the terminal. Left alone to finally head to Minneapolis, and to think about what the hell I’m going to do about that damn bear.
From: PWInsider.com
Arnold flips! Video Inside!
With the build up to XHF: Supremacy now in full flow, PWI understand that not everybody is too happy to be back at the XHF Arena. Rob Arnold, the AXW Superstar was rumoured to have lost his temper regarding the inclusion of Goldbear II in the Throne of Blood Match for the X*Crown. There were further rumours that this manifested in a massive outburst towards XHF officials though remained unconfirmed. However, PWI have managed to obtain the footage that confirms this from a source within the company. Warning, contains expletives.
Fade in, Rob Arnold leans against a wall in a corridor, next to him is a map of the world.
“All species have a desired habitat. That’s a known fact. Some prefer the dark, others prefer the cold, it all depends on what gives them the best environment in which to survive. Human beings are a bit more adaptable, they can survive in a number of habitats and we do so across the globe. However human beings tend to have preferred habitats, this is born out of preference, place of birth, all sorts.
Goldbear II however, he can’t choose. However it’s ironic that we find ourselves here in Minnesota. The home of the black bear, a cousin of sorts to Goldbear II. He’s going to feel pretty at home here…”
He pauses, and starts shaking his head.
“No, no sorry but this is absurd. I’m talking about a fucking bear. A real, bonafide bear Joey. How the shitting hell did it actually come to this?”
“Kid, what’s the matter?” Asks Joey Hawke from behind the camera.
“I’m not going to stand here and talk about wrestling a bear, I’m not a circus freak Joey, I’m a fucking wrestler, a legitimate fucking wrestler.”
“I know kid, I know.”
“Do you though? You’re all happy for us stick us all in this match with the damn bear!”
“Well we’re not exactly happy about it either-”
“Not exactly happy? I’m fucking fuming Joey! You can stick your not exactly happy’s up your ass at this point!” Rob kicks a nearby chair, sending it flying.
“Hey, now come on Rob, there’s no need to be like that-”
“Are you seriously trying to tell me what to do right now? How can you possibly stand there and act with any authority? You have allowed a fucking bear to main event your Network PPV, this is on your watch, not mine Joey, how the fuck did you drop the ball on this?”
“Rob...”
“No I’m deadly serious! I really want to know! Just how the hell have you managed this? How has Mongo allowed this as well? First a pig, and now a bear. What’s next Joey? What are you going to allow in next? Swans are pretty fucking viscous and can break a man’s arm. Or maybe you want to get another big animal in? A gorilla? Or maybe an elephant? I see you’ve added an Indian company to the network, why don’t you bring an elephant in to appease the Indian market? Or if that’s too big, a Bengal tiger or a king cobra would probably do, right?”
Arnold is red at the face, waving his arms around gesticulating towards Hawke.
“I know you’re upset, but my hands are tied.”
“Hands are tied? Screw your hands, where are your fucking balls? Where are Mongo’s balls? Did you leave them in jars for the Guns to take? It bloody well seems like it. Excuses, that’s all you’ve got. I’m sick of hearing them as well. I’m out of here, find somebody else to do this shit.”
“Rob, just wait a minute!” Joey pleads.
“I won’t Joey, I’m going to do something productive, I’m going to figure out how to fix this giant bear shit mess that you and Mongo made.”
Arnold walks off camera, some movement can be heard that sounds like Joey and a couple producers chasing after him.
“Kid, wait, wait!” Hawkes voice faces away. There’s a small pause, before footsteps are heard, and Funaki appears on camera. He looks in the direction where everybody’s gone, before back at camera.
“Funaki, numba one announca! Looks like a juci scoop! Funaki know who to sell this to.”
He pauses, almost feeling the eyes of judgement upon him.
“What? Funaki gotta eat too!”
Fade out.
“You really didn’t have to come to the airport with me.”
“I’m only coming as far as here.” Tammy corrects me as we stand at the entrance to the New Orleans airport. “You’re a big boy and can manage, I know, but this is what friends do, you’re going to be very alone once you get to Minneapolis.”
“Well that isn’t strictly true-”
“Yes you are, just because loads of people will be there, they’re not going to be very social with you, they don’t like you. Don’t get smart with me!” She sharply interjects, not letting me get into any form of rhythm. “I wanted to come with you because once you go through those doors, you’re on your own all the way through.”
“Yeah, okay.” I concede. “I do appreciate it. You’re a good friend.”
“Damn right I am.” She says smugly. “Plus we all worry about you, we know you’re doing okay, but we also know how dangerous this match is, is that really a bear in the match as well?”
I look down at the ground, reluctant to answer.
“Yes there’s a real bear.”
“What? We actually thought that was some kind of joke! How the hell are you going to deal with that?” She pushes me in the chest in frustration. “And why the hell have you kept this from me? Form all of us?!”
“Because I don’t know what I’m going to do yet Tam, for once I don’t have a plan, for once I have an obstacle that requires more thought than before, and there is no option to just go around it, I have to go through it…somehow.” I fold my arms. “So that’s why I haven’t told you, because I’m still working it all out.”
“I...”
“Yeah I know you’re not happy, don’t worry, I’m not happy about it any more than you are, but it is what it is. The Guns have been clever, they set themselves up as a federation, they’re entitled to enter somebody into the match at Supremacy. So they legitimised Goldbear II by having him in a match, and here we are.”
“Legitimised? It’s a wild freaking bear, Rob!”
“Tammy, I am very much aware that it is a wild freaking bear, but unless you have a solution that’s better than bring a couple of buckets of salmon to the ring with me, then I don’t want to hear it!” I stand firm, she pauses and looks at me inquisitively.
“I'm sorry, but did you just say a couple buckets of salmon?”
“Yes...Bears...they eat salmon, so it could potentially be distracted...Look, that’s literally the best I have right now.” I say, looking at the floor once more. I look back up and I see her holding back laughter, I give her a stern look which only prompts her to burst into full uncontrollable laughter.
“Oh my gosh you are just so cute sometimes.” She giggles. “You say the most ridiculous things with that super stern face.”
“Yes well, thank you for your continuing concern!” I say light heartedly, the tension deflating quickly.
“I am concerned, don’t get me wrong. We all are, all the time. Even Leon gets worried that one time you won’t come back through the door at Kyles, not that he’d admit it to you, but we all know how dangerous this can be.”
She pauses and her tone changes equally as quickly.
“Look, don’t worry about the bear-” She begins softly.
“Don’t worry about the bear? Really?” I begin to interrupt.
“Yes.” Is her firm reply. “Don’t worry, not right now. Do what you do best, stay calm, stay focused, and you’ll work out how to deal with the bear, just like you know how to deal with all the others.”
I nod. “Yeah...Yeah you’re right. I’ll work it out. I have to.”
Another pause, this time she looks down at the floor, then back to me.
“Rob, no matter what happens in this match, just do one thing, actually no, promise me one thing.” She says, slowly, carefully.
“Uh, possibly, what do you want me to promise?” I ask carefully, feeling very much off guard, in two years she’s never asked anything like this before.
“Just promise that you’ll be back? I know it sounds stupid, you always come back, but this...this feels like you might not if you’re not careful. Don’t tell me you’re always careful, don’t start on all the smug Rob bullshit, just tell me you’ll be back, because if you do then I’ll believe you will, and I need that right now.”
Wow. I didn’t see that coming. I stand there, I can see she’s trying not to be too emotional although clearly it’s building by the second. I place my hands on her shoulders and look her straight in the eyes.
“Okay, okay I’ll promise to come back, I’ll promise that if you promise that you’ll get that passport.”
“W...What?”
“Before I left last year, I told you that you should get a passport, and see the world a bit more. Well now I’m not telling you, I’m making you promise me that you’ll at least get the passport, you don’t have to go anywhere yet, just make that first step.” I say, a warm smile on my face. “So, do we have a deal?”
“I...Yeah, okay...deal.” She holds back the tears enough now to start smiling back. “Okay well you need to go, as much as I’d love you to stay, you can’t.”
“Indeed.”
“Be safe okay?” She smiles, leans in and kisses my cheek, before giving me a hug.
“Always...I’ll see you soon.” We slowly break away and I head into the terminal. Left alone to finally head to Minneapolis, and to think about what the hell I’m going to do about that damn bear.
From: PWInsider.com
Arnold flips! Video Inside!
With the build up to XHF: Supremacy now in full flow, PWI understand that not everybody is too happy to be back at the XHF Arena. Rob Arnold, the AXW Superstar was rumoured to have lost his temper regarding the inclusion of Goldbear II in the Throne of Blood Match for the X*Crown. There were further rumours that this manifested in a massive outburst towards XHF officials though remained unconfirmed. However, PWI have managed to obtain the footage that confirms this from a source within the company. Warning, contains expletives.
Fade in, Rob Arnold leans against a wall in a corridor, next to him is a map of the world.
“All species have a desired habitat. That’s a known fact. Some prefer the dark, others prefer the cold, it all depends on what gives them the best environment in which to survive. Human beings are a bit more adaptable, they can survive in a number of habitats and we do so across the globe. However human beings tend to have preferred habitats, this is born out of preference, place of birth, all sorts.
Goldbear II however, he can’t choose. However it’s ironic that we find ourselves here in Minnesota. The home of the black bear, a cousin of sorts to Goldbear II. He’s going to feel pretty at home here…”
He pauses, and starts shaking his head.
“No, no sorry but this is absurd. I’m talking about a fucking bear. A real, bonafide bear Joey. How the shitting hell did it actually come to this?”
“Kid, what’s the matter?” Asks Joey Hawke from behind the camera.
“I’m not going to stand here and talk about wrestling a bear, I’m not a circus freak Joey, I’m a fucking wrestler, a legitimate fucking wrestler.”
“I know kid, I know.”
“Do you though? You’re all happy for us stick us all in this match with the damn bear!”
“Well we’re not exactly happy about it either-”
“Not exactly happy? I’m fucking fuming Joey! You can stick your not exactly happy’s up your ass at this point!” Rob kicks a nearby chair, sending it flying.
“Hey, now come on Rob, there’s no need to be like that-”
“Are you seriously trying to tell me what to do right now? How can you possibly stand there and act with any authority? You have allowed a fucking bear to main event your Network PPV, this is on your watch, not mine Joey, how the fuck did you drop the ball on this?”
“Rob...”
“No I’m deadly serious! I really want to know! Just how the hell have you managed this? How has Mongo allowed this as well? First a pig, and now a bear. What’s next Joey? What are you going to allow in next? Swans are pretty fucking viscous and can break a man’s arm. Or maybe you want to get another big animal in? A gorilla? Or maybe an elephant? I see you’ve added an Indian company to the network, why don’t you bring an elephant in to appease the Indian market? Or if that’s too big, a Bengal tiger or a king cobra would probably do, right?”
Arnold is red at the face, waving his arms around gesticulating towards Hawke.
“I know you’re upset, but my hands are tied.”
“Hands are tied? Screw your hands, where are your fucking balls? Where are Mongo’s balls? Did you leave them in jars for the Guns to take? It bloody well seems like it. Excuses, that’s all you’ve got. I’m sick of hearing them as well. I’m out of here, find somebody else to do this shit.”
“Rob, just wait a minute!” Joey pleads.
“I won’t Joey, I’m going to do something productive, I’m going to figure out how to fix this giant bear shit mess that you and Mongo made.”
Arnold walks off camera, some movement can be heard that sounds like Joey and a couple producers chasing after him.
“Kid, wait, wait!” Hawkes voice faces away. There’s a small pause, before footsteps are heard, and Funaki appears on camera. He looks in the direction where everybody’s gone, before back at camera.
“Funaki, numba one announca! Looks like a juci scoop! Funaki know who to sell this to.”
He pauses, almost feeling the eyes of judgement upon him.
“What? Funaki gotta eat too!”
Fade out.
