Kapitel 41: Altercation

"Hey punk, you, yes, it's you I am talking to," the gruff voice of Marshall Jones interrupted Rob as he was busy talking to some backstage personnel and reviewing tonight's show.

Rob turned around in confusion and looked at the aged veteran. Marshall Jones stood over 6ft. 5in. Despite being in his early 40s, he still looked spry and ready to go. His hair had greyed a bit, but it only added to his rugged charm.

Normally, a man like Marshall Jones would be very popular with people. His smile was pleasing to look at and his handsome face would bring a favorable impression as well.

However, Marshall Jones had a very serious problem. A mouth that runs off without much thought behind it. He picked up fights like they were on sale and initiated most of them by running his mouth.

And Rob was going to experience this problematic man firsthand.