Blake Lawson: "Robbed."
Blake takes a swig from a bottle of whiskey.
Blake Lawson: "The doors shut on my life. I've got my own show to run... But I belong in the ring. I should be wrestling... But look at me. The mighty Blake Lawson by the edge of a ditch in the middle of Alaska with nothing but whiskey and rage... Oh how the mighty have fallen..."
OOC: Don't really know what to do with this Phen. So take it away mate.