Post by Steve Sinclair on Jan 27, 2017 20:16:21 GMT
on one cold Vermont day, a old man named Green Man got up early one morning. After his morning shower, clove cigarette and coffee, he throws on his coat. After he dressed that is, in his green over alls and white shirt. He puts on a winter hat and head out through the back door. His back yard is one filled with trees and brushes with the ground covered in orange and brown leaves and old dead pine needles. A huge blanket that goes as far as the eye can see. The ice cold air hits him in the face as he quickly skips down the back stairs off the porch. He quickly jogs around the yard, to a old metal rusty shed, with one roll up over head door, a garage door if you will. This shed, which is nested in between to old giant oak trees, rattles and groans as the Green Man bends and lifts the door upward toward the skies. The shed shakes as the door hits the stop on the throw and a huge banging sound echo’s inside.
Green Man blows into the palms of his hands. “Man.” he mutters under his breath. The shed is filled with many things. Tools, shelves filled with stuff and all kinds of metal things here and there poking out from under the shadows. In the middle of this life long collection of parts, sits one old green car. His old trusty car. A few more sit behind the shed for extra parts. Green Man steps inside and down to the door. It opens with a creek and leans to the one side just a little bit as he sits down in it. The door slams shut. He fumbles with the keys and soon, she turns over. The head lights light up to light the way. He pulls out and drives down his long drive way to the main road, where his journey begins for the day.
He’s been on the road for some time now, the heat is kicking, and the sound can’t be any better. Next to him, on the seat, bench seat, for him and no one else, rest one white shirt. A shirt from his opponent for Tuesday. Rob Stallion, Legend slayer. Lot stock and barrel.
Green Man glances quickly at the shirt. Then fixes his eyes back on the road. the zipper on his coat has been undone for comfort.
He moistens his lips with his tongue, as they are dry. He needs Susie Chapstick about right now.
“Rob, I don’t understand. Does you selling many shirts effect me at all?” he asks. “No, no, no I don’t think so man. Come on, I mean really. What effect does that have on me. I don’t even care man. I think it’s quite a knee slap laugh myself. A shirt today, is a oil rag tomorrow. Remember that. But you don’t care as the green papers you have in your pocket makes you happy, for now anyways. And Robbie, Man, I ask, Why do you think fighting me, facing me is a set back? Stalling you one more week fro greatness in the XWA? This is what has me wondering, pondering, asking, waiting for an answer.”
Green Man slows down as his turn is coming up, the turn signal is activated and he makes the turn.
“You should be glad that you are facing me once again. There are people right now as I speak in the XWA that would love to face me. Not because I am a legend or that I am that great or what not, but because I drive people to great things. Ask Eternity. Ask him what I did for him. Ask him how I lead him to be a four, count them, four time XWA World Heavyweight champion. Ask him how I did that for him. Wasn’t because I held his hand and lead him there, but was because I fined tuned him, and I did that through a few matches. So Rob, you are blessed, to stand toe to toe with me as I fine tune you too. And I don’t do that for me, or the fans, or even you. I do that for the love of this......wrestling. For the love of the game man. Better wrestlers now, make great champions. And I make sure of that.”
Green Man once again comes to a turn that he has to make.
“But, I see you are nothing nut a self centered fool, who can’t seem to open his eyes and see what I am doing for you, for me, for Todd, for the XWA, and it’s fans. Why is that Rob? Have you no trust in me? My eyes have seen many things, done many things, and I have lived. You know. And the lack of respect I get from you kinda makes me anger, a grrrr angry.”
What will you know, another turn, this time onto a main highway, a freeway, that at one time, wasn’t free, so what was so free about it then?
“But we shall see. We shall see Robbie. We shall see. I ask you, IN what world?” Green Man says as the scene fades to black...............................................
Green Man blows into the palms of his hands. “Man.” he mutters under his breath. The shed is filled with many things. Tools, shelves filled with stuff and all kinds of metal things here and there poking out from under the shadows. In the middle of this life long collection of parts, sits one old green car. His old trusty car. A few more sit behind the shed for extra parts. Green Man steps inside and down to the door. It opens with a creek and leans to the one side just a little bit as he sits down in it. The door slams shut. He fumbles with the keys and soon, she turns over. The head lights light up to light the way. He pulls out and drives down his long drive way to the main road, where his journey begins for the day.
He’s been on the road for some time now, the heat is kicking, and the sound can’t be any better. Next to him, on the seat, bench seat, for him and no one else, rest one white shirt. A shirt from his opponent for Tuesday. Rob Stallion, Legend slayer. Lot stock and barrel.
Green Man glances quickly at the shirt. Then fixes his eyes back on the road. the zipper on his coat has been undone for comfort.
He moistens his lips with his tongue, as they are dry. He needs Susie Chapstick about right now.
“Rob, I don’t understand. Does you selling many shirts effect me at all?” he asks. “No, no, no I don’t think so man. Come on, I mean really. What effect does that have on me. I don’t even care man. I think it’s quite a knee slap laugh myself. A shirt today, is a oil rag tomorrow. Remember that. But you don’t care as the green papers you have in your pocket makes you happy, for now anyways. And Robbie, Man, I ask, Why do you think fighting me, facing me is a set back? Stalling you one more week fro greatness in the XWA? This is what has me wondering, pondering, asking, waiting for an answer.”
Green Man slows down as his turn is coming up, the turn signal is activated and he makes the turn.
“You should be glad that you are facing me once again. There are people right now as I speak in the XWA that would love to face me. Not because I am a legend or that I am that great or what not, but because I drive people to great things. Ask Eternity. Ask him what I did for him. Ask him how I lead him to be a four, count them, four time XWA World Heavyweight champion. Ask him how I did that for him. Wasn’t because I held his hand and lead him there, but was because I fined tuned him, and I did that through a few matches. So Rob, you are blessed, to stand toe to toe with me as I fine tune you too. And I don’t do that for me, or the fans, or even you. I do that for the love of this......wrestling. For the love of the game man. Better wrestlers now, make great champions. And I make sure of that.”
Green Man once again comes to a turn that he has to make.
“But, I see you are nothing nut a self centered fool, who can’t seem to open his eyes and see what I am doing for you, for me, for Todd, for the XWA, and it’s fans. Why is that Rob? Have you no trust in me? My eyes have seen many things, done many things, and I have lived. You know. And the lack of respect I get from you kinda makes me anger, a grrrr angry.”
What will you know, another turn, this time onto a main highway, a freeway, that at one time, wasn’t free, so what was so free about it then?
“But we shall see. We shall see Robbie. We shall see. I ask you, IN what world?” Green Man says as the scene fades to black...............................................