Post by Bob Grenier on Sept 1, 2024 21:23:50 GMT -5
Bob Grenier, aka "The King of Bong Style" stands in a lab coat, surrounded by rows of humming grow lights and the pungent aroma of cannabis. His wrestling persona is known for his intense workrate and toughness but Bob's true passion lay in botany and the production of top notch marijuana. It's a labor of love and a continuous effort to improve the cannabis industry, While also getting filthy rich.
Bob: Alright, team, we've done it.. We've finally fucking done it!
Bob is excited eyeing the lab results.
Bob: Our new strain, 'Northern Lights Out,' has reached 100% THC. The government is going to love this.
His lead researcher, Dr. Patel, nods and adjusts his goggles.
Dr. Patel: Bob, this changes the game. We're talking unparalleled medicinal potential.
Bob grins, his thick beard bristling.
Bob: This... this is the fucking future. This could go the other way though.
Dr. Patel: What do you mean?
Bob: Could this potentially kill someone. Well surely have to test the product.
Typical Grenier.
The team gathers around the testing area, eager to sample their groundbreaking strain. Bob, ever the showman, dons a pair of shades and lights the first joint.
Bob: This is the Northern Lights Out. We worked tirelessly for this. Johnny over there had that nasty divorce. Your obsession with getting to 100% THC did not go unnoticed. You literally lived here for two years.
Johnny: Bitch said it couldn't be done. Told her to piss up a rope.
He says this with a silly grin on his face. He knows he has done something revolutionary. Johnny does the honors and takes the first majestic puff.
The room falls silent, save for the sound of a satisfied exhale. Bob's follows suit. His eyes quickly widen, his gaze becomes distant.
Bob and Johnny are officially high as fuck.
Dr. Patel: Bob. What's the flavor profile? What are the effects at 100% THC?
Bob: It's like The Grateful Dead is just playing in my head 24/7, The sun is always shining and I'm walking on air. How about you Johnny?
Nothing.
Bob: Johnny?
Still nothing. Johnny is officially sleeping on the floor.
Bob: This man is out cold. Someone check his pulse.
The rest of the team nod, some unable to form words. Bob grins, triumphant. Johnny is fine, He's just very very sleepy.
Dr. Patel: Bob, This could potentially be huge for anesthesia purposes. If this marijuana can put a man under like that there's no telling where we could go with this.
Bob: I told you, team. We're not just growing weed, we're crafting something different here and the government is going to pay top dollar for it.
Lee, The caretaker of Bob's property and manages most of his business affairs, bursts into the lab. He has his phone pressed to his ear. All anyone needs is a highly intelligent Asian man to manage their affairs.
Lee: Bob, I've got the Health Canada rep on the line. They're willing to offer us a 10-figure contract for exclusive rights.
Bob takes another puff, savoring the moment.
Bob: Tell them we'll take it. And schedule a meeting to discuss the details. It's time to take this strain to the masses.
As the team celebrates, Bob's mind turned to the wrestling ring. He could already envision the promo:
"I'm not just the Sultan of Smoke, I'm the King of Cannabis. And soon, all of Canada will be under my influence."
Later that evening Bob Grenier sits cross-legged on a grassy hill overlooking his farm. With his eyes closed and his breath steady, He is observed by Lee, His trusted manager and the caretaker to his property when he is in absentia. The warm afternoon sun has cast a gentle glow over the landscape. All is well on the business front, Bob always closes those deals.
His true love though is professional wrestling. Professional Wrestling has afforded Bob Grenier the other opportunities in his life. Somewhere along the way it seems the business just swallowed him up. The last couple of years haven't been very kind.
His mind begins to wander, and he imagines himself walking through a dense forest. He walks with a gentle sway as the trees grow taller and the path narrows. He finds himself at the mouth of a cave. He quietly steps inside and the air grows cool.
Suddenly, a tiny, furry creature darts from the shadows. It's a squirrel. It chatters and twitches its bushy tail, looking up at Bob with curious eyes.
Bob: (in his mind) A squirrel, A fucking squirrel is my power animal?
He opens his eyes and looks at Lee. He laughs heartedly and takes a joint from his pocket. He attempts to pass it to Lee who refuses. Although Bob knows he doesn't partake, He always feels obliged to offer.
Lee: Is that the new stuff?
Bob: Absolutely not. It didn't exactly pass human consumption trials. Johnny the lab tech has been out for 10 hours.
Bob laughs.
Bob: We did discover a brand new anesthesia though. Natural.
Lee: That's groundbreaking.
Bob's one track mind immediately shifts back to the squirrel being revealed as his power animal.
Bob: A squirrel though Lee? I expected something a little more fierce. Why a squirrel?
Lee: Bob, The squirrels small size allows him to navigate through tight spaces and find hidden opportunities. You, too, can tap into that power.
Bob: Lee, I feel like I've been given a new perspective. You are very wise.
Lee: The squirrel's power is not just about physical agility. It's about mental quickness and adaptability. The squirrel is cunning and brave. You must learn to think on your feet, like the squirrel navigating through the forest.
Bob: That makes sense. Do you ever feel stuck? Like your just a man, Existing here on earth, Going through the motions?
Lee: The squirrel would never get caught in a predictable routine. They adapt. You must be willing to improvise. You have to take risks but you have to work smart, Not hard.
Bob: Seems like I've had my focus in the wrong place for a long time. I can close million dollar deals, Feed the people who work for me for generations but the deal I want to close is getting my hands on that goddamn OCW Championship one more time.
Lee: Yes! Just like the squirrel! Start by observing your opponents, like the squirrel observes its surroundings. Study their moves, their strengths, and weaknesses. Then, use that knowledge.
Lee: Time to change it up Bob. Change Take a new approach, Make an opportunity for yourself and just keep them guessing. Always keep them guessing.
Bob: I'll work on that. At my age, All I've been through in my personal and professional life, Makes the mental game tough. I get horribly distracted.
Lee: The squirrel is focused, Bob. It knows what it wants and goes for it. You must clear your mind, like the stillness of the forest, and focus on the present moment.
Bob: Thanks, Lee. You are a very intelligent man.
Lee: Remember, Bob, the squirrel's power is within you. Trust it, and you'll become unstoppable.
Bob smokes another joint and all is right in the world as the sun begins to set. Bob and Lee stand up and proceed to walk back to Bob's property.
Bob: Lee, You know I'm a pretty private person. Can I tell you something?
Lee: Of course, Bob. What's on your mind?
Bob: My mom... she had me when she was 17 years old Lee...
He pauses for a moment to check out a Gackle in a tree. He stops speaking. He looks forlorn.
Lee: Go on, Bob.
Bob swallows hard.
Bob: She passed away during childbirth man. I never knew my mother.
Lee:(softly) I'm so sorry, Bob. Losing a parent is never easy.
Bob: And then... my dad... I never really knew him, He pawned me off on my grandparents and took off.. He was also 17, I get it.
Lee: What happened?
Bob: My grandparents raised me on the farm, But they passed away, Naturally. Grandpa when I was 10, Grandma when I was 11. So I'm lost right.. Lost soul..
Lee places a hand on Bob's shoulder.
Bob: Then, My dad comes back and makes amends with me right, Things are good for about a year and then this moron gets drunk and falls into a thresher. You wanna know the end of all this tragedy?
Lee nods.
Bob: I'm an only child. Both of my parents were as well. I legitimately have nobody left. I am the last of my blood line. No aunts, Uncles or cousins. When everyone around me died, nobody came looking for me. No police, No kind of government agency that deals with with welfare of children. 13 year old me, All alone on my farm. Been that way ever since.
Lee: I'm impressed with how far you've come, Considering.
Bob: Yeah, but sometimes it feels like I'm just pretending to have it all together. Like I'm just waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Lee smiles.
Lee: That's where the squirrel's power comes in, Bob. You've survived tough times before. You can adapt, overcome. You're stronger than you think.
Bob nods and takes a deep breath.
Bob: Thanks, Lee. It's not a complete tragedy though. I persevered. At 13, I went and spent three years with the Amish you know.
Lee: I would have never figured.
Bob: Yeah, My dad's old friend Amos came to the farm one day. Just 13 year old me, All by myself. They took me in. Left there at 16, Learned all I feel I needed to learn from them and came home.
Lee: I'd like to hear some stories of you as an Amish boy.
A wicked grin spreads across his face. He laughs.
Bob: I wasn't exactly Amish material. Those are stories for another day.
Lee: So you've been here ever since?
Bob: Yes and with zero formal education, I hit the books. I read everything I could possibly get my hands on. I educated myself. Then I taught myself the art of professional wrestling and that paid off. I studied horticulture, Made my millions growing cannabis for the government of Canada.
Lee: Your life would certainly make for an interesting biopic.
Bob: Not many people know the real story of my life. That's it. That's why I take so much pride in this...
They come to a clearing in the forest that backs Bob's property. It's getting dark now. He points to his house and the acreage around it. The sand cranes in the yard take flight. Bob and Lee walk towards his home. They make their way inside. They sit at the kitchen table and Bob makes coffee.
A 13 year old Bob Grenier trudges through the muddy fields, his worn sneakers a stark contrast to the plain black boots of the Amish family he's been living with for three years. By age 13, through a series of tragedies he became an orphan, and the Smiths had taken him in, hoping to instill their values in the rough-around-the-edges and downtrodden teenager.
Bob: Brother Smith, I don't understand why I gotta milk the cow again! I milked the goddamn cow this morning.
Bob complained, His Canadian accent
thick and rich.
Bob: I thought I was supposed to be learning a trade, not farming all day.
Abraham Smith's expression remained stern. In his eyes he owes it to the boys father to instill some discipline him and teach him the value of a days work.
Abraham: Hard work and discipline, Robert. That's the Amish way. You'd do well to embrace it.
Bob sighs, feeling like a caged animal. He longed for his own farm, for the thrill of the wrestling matches he's been dreaming of watching on television. The Smiths' simple life wasn't for him but at 13 years old he knows he cannot take care of his property himself. At 16 he plans to return home but for now he must remain here.
He was shunned at 14, For a whole six months. Abraham stormed into the barn one day his face redder than a ripe tomato.
Abraham: Robert! What in the name of all that is holy are you doing with my daughter?!
With his teenage hormones raging and being caught red handed, he stutters.,
Bob:I-I was just... uh... showing Rebecca the proper way to... milk a cow.
Rebecca, looking equally guilty, chimes in with her two cents.
Rebecca: Ja, Father, Bob was just teaching me about udder care.
Abraham's expression turns apoplectic.
Abraham: Udder care?! With the door closed and the lanterns lit?! I think not! Rebecca this is foolishness! You've been milking cows since you were 3!
Bob, realizing the jig is up, tries to charm his way out.
Bob: Abraham, my friend, I swear, we were just... discussing the finer points of... Amish agriculture?
Abraham cuts him off, his voice thundering.
Abraham: You'll be discussing the finer points of my Amish foot deep in your English ass if you don't keep your hands off my daughter!
As Abraham drags Bob out of the barn by his ear, Rebecca calls out.
Rebecca: Don't forget, Bob, you still need to teach me all about Bob Dylan!
Young Bob grins, despite the impending punishment.
Bob: I'll give you shelter from the storm girl!
Abraham's expression turned even darker. He smacks Bob hard on the back of the head.
Abraham: That's it, Robert. You're going to be sleeping in the corncrib tonight!
Many nights pass with Bob asleep in the corncrib, the silence at night a constant reminder of his isolation. He thinks of Rebecca, her bright smile and sparkling eyes are now forbidden to him. He achieves a boner, As any 14 year old boy would. He briefly ponders leaving the Amish community but he chooses to stay. Partly for Rebecca and partly because he feels this life will build character.
Across the farm, Rebecca lay in her bed, her heart heavy with longing. She'd never felt this way about anyone, and the shunning made it impossible to even glance at Bob.
As the days turned into weeks, the separation only intensified their feelings. Once in awhile they would exchange fleeting glances and smile. These were moments that were exchanged when they thought no one was looking.
One evening, while Abraham was out, Bob snuck to Rebecca's window. His little angst filled heart was racing. He had an epiphany. He tapped softly, and she appeared, her face aglow in the moonlight.
Rebecca: Bob, what are you doing? If Father catches us!
Bob:I had to see you, Rebecca. When were 16 years old, When I've learned all I need to learn, We can leave together. I can take care of you.
Rebecca's voice is barely a whisper.
Rebecca: I want that too, Can you wait that long? I think I can.
Bob's eyes locked onto hers. His 15 year old penis is erect with the thought of all the possibilities.
Bob: We'll find a way, Rebecca. I promise. We'll escape this place, and be together, no matter what.
As they shared a brief, tender moment, the sound of Abraham's buggy wheels echoed in the distance. Bob vanished into the night, leaving Rebecca to wonder if their love could ever flourish in a world that seemed determined to keep them apart.
More time passes, and Bob finally learns the value of hard work, toiling in the fields from dawn till dusk. But his heart remained with Rebecca, and he found ways to secretly meet her, they had many private moments whenever Abraham's back was turned.
Their trysts became more frequent, and Bob found a way to balance his love for Rebecca with the strict Amish rules. But as the days turned into weeks, Bob realized he couldn't stay forever. It was time to go home.
One night, under the light of a full moon, Bob told Rebecca, "I have to leave. I can't stay here, living a life that isn't mine. Come with me, and we'll build a new life together."
Rebecca's eyes shone with tears. "I can't, Bob. My family, my community... I couldn't bear to leave them behind."
Bob's heart sank, but he understood. "I'll stay, then. For you."
Rebecca's voice was barely audible. "No, Bob. You have to go. You deserve more than this life. I'll always love you, but I'll stay here, where I belong."
With a heavy heart, Bob knew she was right. He left that evening just as the sun went down, Looking back only once to see Rebecca standing in the doorway, her face filled with sorrow.
Bob came to the farm a boy but disappeared into the night a grown man with all his hopes and dreams in front of him. Though he never forgot Rebecca, he knew their love was a fleeting moment, a spark that couldn't ignite in the strict Amish world.
Years later, as the Sultan of Smoke, Bob would look out at the sea of faces, wondering if Rebecca ever thought of him, too.
Back at his kitchen table, Bob and Lee continue to consume cups of coffee. Lee notices a piece of paper on the table and attempts to look at it. Bob tries to shield him at first but quickly allows his friend to read it.
'A decade ago I signed a deal with Online Championship Wrestling. I started out with a modicum of effort and that effort compounded over the next 10 years, Until I became the best goddamn professional wrestler to ever walk through the door and step into an OCW ring. You are only here today, Because of those who came before you. I built the foundation of OCW. The very foundation that you all now walk on. You're welcome. Cursed Countdown could very well be the end of the line. I know victory is not in my hands, My goal is unattainable but not for lack of trying. I cannot wait to walk through the curtain, Down the aisle and into that ring one more time before I bid this business adieu. The love and support of this fanbase have afforded me many opportunities in this life. Opportunities in which I am grateful for. Thanks for the memories, I'll see you all somewhere down the line."
Sincerely
Robert Grenier.
Bob: Alright, team, we've done it.. We've finally fucking done it!
Bob is excited eyeing the lab results.
Bob: Our new strain, 'Northern Lights Out,' has reached 100% THC. The government is going to love this.
His lead researcher, Dr. Patel, nods and adjusts his goggles.
Dr. Patel: Bob, this changes the game. We're talking unparalleled medicinal potential.
Bob grins, his thick beard bristling.
Bob: This... this is the fucking future. This could go the other way though.
Dr. Patel: What do you mean?
Bob: Could this potentially kill someone. Well surely have to test the product.
Typical Grenier.
The team gathers around the testing area, eager to sample their groundbreaking strain. Bob, ever the showman, dons a pair of shades and lights the first joint.
Bob: This is the Northern Lights Out. We worked tirelessly for this. Johnny over there had that nasty divorce. Your obsession with getting to 100% THC did not go unnoticed. You literally lived here for two years.
Johnny: Bitch said it couldn't be done. Told her to piss up a rope.
He says this with a silly grin on his face. He knows he has done something revolutionary. Johnny does the honors and takes the first majestic puff.
The room falls silent, save for the sound of a satisfied exhale. Bob's follows suit. His eyes quickly widen, his gaze becomes distant.
Bob and Johnny are officially high as fuck.
Dr. Patel: Bob. What's the flavor profile? What are the effects at 100% THC?
Bob: It's like The Grateful Dead is just playing in my head 24/7, The sun is always shining and I'm walking on air. How about you Johnny?
Nothing.
Bob: Johnny?
Still nothing. Johnny is officially sleeping on the floor.
Bob: This man is out cold. Someone check his pulse.
The rest of the team nod, some unable to form words. Bob grins, triumphant. Johnny is fine, He's just very very sleepy.
Dr. Patel: Bob, This could potentially be huge for anesthesia purposes. If this marijuana can put a man under like that there's no telling where we could go with this.
Bob: I told you, team. We're not just growing weed, we're crafting something different here and the government is going to pay top dollar for it.
Lee, The caretaker of Bob's property and manages most of his business affairs, bursts into the lab. He has his phone pressed to his ear. All anyone needs is a highly intelligent Asian man to manage their affairs.
Lee: Bob, I've got the Health Canada rep on the line. They're willing to offer us a 10-figure contract for exclusive rights.
Bob takes another puff, savoring the moment.
Bob: Tell them we'll take it. And schedule a meeting to discuss the details. It's time to take this strain to the masses.
As the team celebrates, Bob's mind turned to the wrestling ring. He could already envision the promo:
"I'm not just the Sultan of Smoke, I'm the King of Cannabis. And soon, all of Canada will be under my influence."
Later that evening Bob Grenier sits cross-legged on a grassy hill overlooking his farm. With his eyes closed and his breath steady, He is observed by Lee, His trusted manager and the caretaker to his property when he is in absentia. The warm afternoon sun has cast a gentle glow over the landscape. All is well on the business front, Bob always closes those deals.
His true love though is professional wrestling. Professional Wrestling has afforded Bob Grenier the other opportunities in his life. Somewhere along the way it seems the business just swallowed him up. The last couple of years haven't been very kind.
His mind begins to wander, and he imagines himself walking through a dense forest. He walks with a gentle sway as the trees grow taller and the path narrows. He finds himself at the mouth of a cave. He quietly steps inside and the air grows cool.
Suddenly, a tiny, furry creature darts from the shadows. It's a squirrel. It chatters and twitches its bushy tail, looking up at Bob with curious eyes.
Bob: (in his mind) A squirrel, A fucking squirrel is my power animal?
He opens his eyes and looks at Lee. He laughs heartedly and takes a joint from his pocket. He attempts to pass it to Lee who refuses. Although Bob knows he doesn't partake, He always feels obliged to offer.
Lee: Is that the new stuff?
Bob: Absolutely not. It didn't exactly pass human consumption trials. Johnny the lab tech has been out for 10 hours.
Bob laughs.
Bob: We did discover a brand new anesthesia though. Natural.
Lee: That's groundbreaking.
Bob's one track mind immediately shifts back to the squirrel being revealed as his power animal.
Bob: A squirrel though Lee? I expected something a little more fierce. Why a squirrel?
Lee: Bob, The squirrels small size allows him to navigate through tight spaces and find hidden opportunities. You, too, can tap into that power.
Bob: Lee, I feel like I've been given a new perspective. You are very wise.
Lee: The squirrel's power is not just about physical agility. It's about mental quickness and adaptability. The squirrel is cunning and brave. You must learn to think on your feet, like the squirrel navigating through the forest.
Bob: That makes sense. Do you ever feel stuck? Like your just a man, Existing here on earth, Going through the motions?
Lee: The squirrel would never get caught in a predictable routine. They adapt. You must be willing to improvise. You have to take risks but you have to work smart, Not hard.
Bob: Seems like I've had my focus in the wrong place for a long time. I can close million dollar deals, Feed the people who work for me for generations but the deal I want to close is getting my hands on that goddamn OCW Championship one more time.
Lee: Yes! Just like the squirrel! Start by observing your opponents, like the squirrel observes its surroundings. Study their moves, their strengths, and weaknesses. Then, use that knowledge.
Lee: Time to change it up Bob. Change Take a new approach, Make an opportunity for yourself and just keep them guessing. Always keep them guessing.
Bob: I'll work on that. At my age, All I've been through in my personal and professional life, Makes the mental game tough. I get horribly distracted.
Lee: The squirrel is focused, Bob. It knows what it wants and goes for it. You must clear your mind, like the stillness of the forest, and focus on the present moment.
Bob: Thanks, Lee. You are a very intelligent man.
Lee: Remember, Bob, the squirrel's power is within you. Trust it, and you'll become unstoppable.
Bob smokes another joint and all is right in the world as the sun begins to set. Bob and Lee stand up and proceed to walk back to Bob's property.
Bob: Lee, You know I'm a pretty private person. Can I tell you something?
Lee: Of course, Bob. What's on your mind?
Bob: My mom... she had me when she was 17 years old Lee...
He pauses for a moment to check out a Gackle in a tree. He stops speaking. He looks forlorn.
Lee: Go on, Bob.
Bob swallows hard.
Bob: She passed away during childbirth man. I never knew my mother.
Lee:(softly) I'm so sorry, Bob. Losing a parent is never easy.
Bob: And then... my dad... I never really knew him, He pawned me off on my grandparents and took off.. He was also 17, I get it.
Lee: What happened?
Bob: My grandparents raised me on the farm, But they passed away, Naturally. Grandpa when I was 10, Grandma when I was 11. So I'm lost right.. Lost soul..
Lee places a hand on Bob's shoulder.
Bob: Then, My dad comes back and makes amends with me right, Things are good for about a year and then this moron gets drunk and falls into a thresher. You wanna know the end of all this tragedy?
Lee nods.
Bob: I'm an only child. Both of my parents were as well. I legitimately have nobody left. I am the last of my blood line. No aunts, Uncles or cousins. When everyone around me died, nobody came looking for me. No police, No kind of government agency that deals with with welfare of children. 13 year old me, All alone on my farm. Been that way ever since.
Lee: I'm impressed with how far you've come, Considering.
Bob: Yeah, but sometimes it feels like I'm just pretending to have it all together. Like I'm just waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Lee smiles.
Lee: That's where the squirrel's power comes in, Bob. You've survived tough times before. You can adapt, overcome. You're stronger than you think.
Bob nods and takes a deep breath.
Bob: Thanks, Lee. It's not a complete tragedy though. I persevered. At 13, I went and spent three years with the Amish you know.
Lee: I would have never figured.
Bob: Yeah, My dad's old friend Amos came to the farm one day. Just 13 year old me, All by myself. They took me in. Left there at 16, Learned all I feel I needed to learn from them and came home.
Lee: I'd like to hear some stories of you as an Amish boy.
A wicked grin spreads across his face. He laughs.
Bob: I wasn't exactly Amish material. Those are stories for another day.
Lee: So you've been here ever since?
Bob: Yes and with zero formal education, I hit the books. I read everything I could possibly get my hands on. I educated myself. Then I taught myself the art of professional wrestling and that paid off. I studied horticulture, Made my millions growing cannabis for the government of Canada.
Lee: Your life would certainly make for an interesting biopic.
Bob: Not many people know the real story of my life. That's it. That's why I take so much pride in this...
They come to a clearing in the forest that backs Bob's property. It's getting dark now. He points to his house and the acreage around it. The sand cranes in the yard take flight. Bob and Lee walk towards his home. They make their way inside. They sit at the kitchen table and Bob makes coffee.
A 13 year old Bob Grenier trudges through the muddy fields, his worn sneakers a stark contrast to the plain black boots of the Amish family he's been living with for three years. By age 13, through a series of tragedies he became an orphan, and the Smiths had taken him in, hoping to instill their values in the rough-around-the-edges and downtrodden teenager.
Bob: Brother Smith, I don't understand why I gotta milk the cow again! I milked the goddamn cow this morning.
Bob complained, His Canadian accent
thick and rich.
Bob: I thought I was supposed to be learning a trade, not farming all day.
Abraham Smith's expression remained stern. In his eyes he owes it to the boys father to instill some discipline him and teach him the value of a days work.
Abraham: Hard work and discipline, Robert. That's the Amish way. You'd do well to embrace it.
Bob sighs, feeling like a caged animal. He longed for his own farm, for the thrill of the wrestling matches he's been dreaming of watching on television. The Smiths' simple life wasn't for him but at 13 years old he knows he cannot take care of his property himself. At 16 he plans to return home but for now he must remain here.
He was shunned at 14, For a whole six months. Abraham stormed into the barn one day his face redder than a ripe tomato.
Abraham: Robert! What in the name of all that is holy are you doing with my daughter?!
With his teenage hormones raging and being caught red handed, he stutters.,
Bob:I-I was just... uh... showing Rebecca the proper way to... milk a cow.
Rebecca, looking equally guilty, chimes in with her two cents.
Rebecca: Ja, Father, Bob was just teaching me about udder care.
Abraham's expression turns apoplectic.
Abraham: Udder care?! With the door closed and the lanterns lit?! I think not! Rebecca this is foolishness! You've been milking cows since you were 3!
Bob, realizing the jig is up, tries to charm his way out.
Bob: Abraham, my friend, I swear, we were just... discussing the finer points of... Amish agriculture?
Abraham cuts him off, his voice thundering.
Abraham: You'll be discussing the finer points of my Amish foot deep in your English ass if you don't keep your hands off my daughter!
As Abraham drags Bob out of the barn by his ear, Rebecca calls out.
Rebecca: Don't forget, Bob, you still need to teach me all about Bob Dylan!
Young Bob grins, despite the impending punishment.
Bob: I'll give you shelter from the storm girl!
Abraham's expression turned even darker. He smacks Bob hard on the back of the head.
Abraham: That's it, Robert. You're going to be sleeping in the corncrib tonight!
Many nights pass with Bob asleep in the corncrib, the silence at night a constant reminder of his isolation. He thinks of Rebecca, her bright smile and sparkling eyes are now forbidden to him. He achieves a boner, As any 14 year old boy would. He briefly ponders leaving the Amish community but he chooses to stay. Partly for Rebecca and partly because he feels this life will build character.
Across the farm, Rebecca lay in her bed, her heart heavy with longing. She'd never felt this way about anyone, and the shunning made it impossible to even glance at Bob.
As the days turned into weeks, the separation only intensified their feelings. Once in awhile they would exchange fleeting glances and smile. These were moments that were exchanged when they thought no one was looking.
One evening, while Abraham was out, Bob snuck to Rebecca's window. His little angst filled heart was racing. He had an epiphany. He tapped softly, and she appeared, her face aglow in the moonlight.
Rebecca: Bob, what are you doing? If Father catches us!
Bob:I had to see you, Rebecca. When were 16 years old, When I've learned all I need to learn, We can leave together. I can take care of you.
Rebecca's voice is barely a whisper.
Rebecca: I want that too, Can you wait that long? I think I can.
Bob's eyes locked onto hers. His 15 year old penis is erect with the thought of all the possibilities.
Bob: We'll find a way, Rebecca. I promise. We'll escape this place, and be together, no matter what.
As they shared a brief, tender moment, the sound of Abraham's buggy wheels echoed in the distance. Bob vanished into the night, leaving Rebecca to wonder if their love could ever flourish in a world that seemed determined to keep them apart.
More time passes, and Bob finally learns the value of hard work, toiling in the fields from dawn till dusk. But his heart remained with Rebecca, and he found ways to secretly meet her, they had many private moments whenever Abraham's back was turned.
Their trysts became more frequent, and Bob found a way to balance his love for Rebecca with the strict Amish rules. But as the days turned into weeks, Bob realized he couldn't stay forever. It was time to go home.
One night, under the light of a full moon, Bob told Rebecca, "I have to leave. I can't stay here, living a life that isn't mine. Come with me, and we'll build a new life together."
Rebecca's eyes shone with tears. "I can't, Bob. My family, my community... I couldn't bear to leave them behind."
Bob's heart sank, but he understood. "I'll stay, then. For you."
Rebecca's voice was barely audible. "No, Bob. You have to go. You deserve more than this life. I'll always love you, but I'll stay here, where I belong."
With a heavy heart, Bob knew she was right. He left that evening just as the sun went down, Looking back only once to see Rebecca standing in the doorway, her face filled with sorrow.
Bob came to the farm a boy but disappeared into the night a grown man with all his hopes and dreams in front of him. Though he never forgot Rebecca, he knew their love was a fleeting moment, a spark that couldn't ignite in the strict Amish world.
Years later, as the Sultan of Smoke, Bob would look out at the sea of faces, wondering if Rebecca ever thought of him, too.
Back at his kitchen table, Bob and Lee continue to consume cups of coffee. Lee notices a piece of paper on the table and attempts to look at it. Bob tries to shield him at first but quickly allows his friend to read it.
'A decade ago I signed a deal with Online Championship Wrestling. I started out with a modicum of effort and that effort compounded over the next 10 years, Until I became the best goddamn professional wrestler to ever walk through the door and step into an OCW ring. You are only here today, Because of those who came before you. I built the foundation of OCW. The very foundation that you all now walk on. You're welcome. Cursed Countdown could very well be the end of the line. I know victory is not in my hands, My goal is unattainable but not for lack of trying. I cannot wait to walk through the curtain, Down the aisle and into that ring one more time before I bid this business adieu. The love and support of this fanbase have afforded me many opportunities in this life. Opportunities in which I am grateful for. Thanks for the memories, I'll see you all somewhere down the line."
Sincerely
Robert Grenier.