Post by Bob Grenier on May 12, 2014 0:25:04 GMT -5
OCC: Bored At Work. Wrote this.
The Robert Grenier Story.
A Short Film
(The arena goes dark, and terrible circus fills the darkened space. "Dick The Clown" makes his way to the ring, looking as happy as can be. He slaps the hand of every child and leaves the fathers "hanging". He shoots water from a rose on his lapel at Mom, and his clown make up is a delight, but only to a select few. The purists in the arena laugh at the stupid clown gimmick. He has been told this is his only way onto rDw television. "Dick the Clown" is easily defeated that evening by "The Extreme Legend" Brian Graves.)
Narrarator: Week after Week, He came out, terrible gimmick after terrible gimmick and gave it his all. Week after week he would lose. This was clearly a man searching for a company to call home. A man chasing down his dream, no matter the obstacle.
(The Arena goes dark, and a man emerges from the back wearing chaps and a 10 gallon hat. He carries a lasso that he clearly does not know how to use. He looks utterly embarrassed. "The Cowboy" loses this evening, again to the "Extreme Legend" Brian Graves. The fans in the attendance are not stupid and laugh at "The Cowboy" they know he is not a cowboy at all, and last week he was a clown.)
Narrarator: How much embarrassment could one man suffer, in order to achieve his dream? He would soon be pushed to the brink.
(The president of Real Deal Wrestling, Ichabod and "Dick The Clown" sit chatting with rDw cameras in their faces. Things get heated rather quickly.)
Ichabod: You'll be Dick The Clown, or The Cowboy full time, make your pick. I will not pay you otherwise.
Dick: Why Can't I just be me?
Ichabod: You are boring. Nobody is going to buy you as a threat here in Real Deal. Nobody wants to see some farm kid from Canada. At least with a gimmick we can squeeze some money out of your lame ass. You signed a 3 year deal pal, I fucking own you. You do what I say. Worst decision I ever made was offering you a deal. I was told you brought something to the table.
(The Arena goes dark and that terrible circus music hits. He skips and claps as he makes his way to the ring. He is beaten handily again and lays on the mat in disgust. He wipes some of the white face paint from the corner of his eye and looks at on his finger tips. The crowd laughs as he slams his fist on the mat. "Dick the Clown" angrily makes his way up the ramp. He fly's by the gorilla position right into an area where interviews are currently taking place.)
Dick: Ichabod. I'll show you boring.
(He grabs rDw backstage correspondant Stephen Anderson by the throat and throws him into the wall. The man being interviewed, Kris Gautama tries to intervene but Dick immediately picks him up onto his shoulders and delivers a Muscle Buster to the concrete floor. This was the first, and certainly not the last time this move was used. With both men knocked out on the floor. Dick the Clown makes it know who he really is, with a passionate speech.)
Dick: I'm not a joke. I'm not a cowboy, I'm not Dick the fucking clown. Apparently I am not bankable enough to even use my own name. Well this is me.. I am Bob Fucking Grenier and I will not be made a spectacle of anymore.
(Bob grabs Gautama and muscle busters him to the concrete 2 more times. He spit's on the camera lens and flips it off as the screen goes black.)
(Bob Grenier makes his way to the ring with no fan fare what so ever. Nobody cares. Nobody seems to want to take him seriously after the crappy gimmicks he was being forced into. He climbs into the ring and immediately goes to work on his opponent, delivering lefts and rights with precision. The only people cheering are his family members who have flown in for his re-debut. This is a small crowd that does not give a fuck as Bob delivers The Muscle Buster and picks up the three count.)
(Backstage the boys in the back are actually showing him praise. They seem to accepting him now. He shakes a couple of hands and is complimented on his finish. They ask him to join them for a night out. Bob obliges, but only after re assurance from his family that it will be ok. He will see them later. This is an evening he has earned. He is finally being accepted.)
Narrarator: Within hours, It all came crashing down. After the tragedy he would disappear from the public eye, and he would soon be released from his professional obligations.
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(A video is shown from a news cast, the night of the accident)
EYEWITNESS NEWS REPORTER BOB AARON BEGINS OUR TEAM COVERAGE WITH A LOOK AT A TERRIBLE CRASH THIS EVENING IN BRITISH COLUMBIA.
(It is a terrible scene. Pieces of a blue mini van are scattered around the highway. 6 bodies are laid out on the concrete with sheets draped over them. This is the universal sign that they are deceased.)
Bob Aaron: A terrible tragedy this evening, took the lives of a family of 6. Behind me is the wreckage. We are being told this evening that alcohol was a factor. A minivan carrying a family of 6 was hit head on by a tractor trailer. Deceased are Jim and Donna Grenier. Their children Jane and Andrew and their children, Joanna and Dave. A man, Phil Molesti has been taken into custody.
(We fade into a hospital in Surrey, BC. Bob Grenier is sitting in the hospital lobby. His hands buried in his face. He is crying hysterically as any man who lost is entire family would. When people try and comfort him, he ignores the gestures and tells them all to stay the fuck away.)
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Narrarator: He would soon slip into a chemical dependency. Again, he was just looking for a place to belong.
(A Home video is shown. Bob Grenier is loaded drunk and doing lines of cocaine. He is surrounded by an assortment of other addicts. Dirty needles line the tile floors and junkies pass the spoon.)
Bob: WHOOOOOO. I FEEL SO FUCKING ALIVE.
(He does another massive line and chugs a beer. A woman has an overdose in the corner of the room and nobody takes it seriously.)
Bob: Seems like she's had enough. Someone check her pockets.
(Bob roots through the poor girls pockets and takes her last $20. She is still unconscious as they pick her up and place her outside in the backyard.)
Random dude: Should we call an ambulance?
Bob: No, No Cops.
(Bob is clearly living a destructive lifestyle. He snorts a line of H and feels the orgasmic calm rush through his entire body. He feels warm and safe. He leans back and lights a joint. Clearly this man is high as a fucking kite on many substances. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his wallet. There is no cash.)
Bob: Where the fuck's my hooker money?
(Bob fly's into a rage. Kicking over peoples drinks and completely having a meltdown. He snorts two more lines and goes to the bedroom. He returns with a shoebox. He pulls the lid of the shoebox and takes out a little bit of money.)
Bob: This is the fucking Scaggy hooker fund! I always keep $50 for sexual emergencies.
(He proudly shows the camera the $50 he will use to purchase, what will undoubtedly be the lowest of the low when it comes to hookers.)
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Narrarator: He would continue on this path. Until one day. The OCW came calling. Someone was willing to give him another chance to succeed.
(A video is shown of his "first night" in the company. He sit's in a hotel room getting high. A quick cut shows the abuse of an OCW reporter and Bob overdosing. That was a month ago and he is lucky to be alive.)
Narrarator: A near death experience would be all he needed..
(Another video is show. This time it is positive. Bob pins Keg 1,2,3 and celebrates. It was a small victory but a victory none the less. More highlights are shown from his first month in OCW. He is edged out by PerZag in the Internet Title match at Total Demolition.. and beats Richard easily.)
Voiceover
Hood: Well, at least he’s got rodeo clown to fall back on. I, however, am super impressed with Grenier.
Smith: Indeed…he was so close to winning the Internet title and rather than run away like some other wrestlers…he showed up tonight and kicked some tail!
Hood: Something like that…dude is fucking tenacious…big things on the horizon for Grenier.
May 10 2014.
(We fade into Bob Grenier hugging it out with the reporter he previously assaulted. He takes a seat in a chair in a hotel room and the reporter is seated across from him. They smile and laugh as if nothing ever happened between them. They look at the footage of Bob getting fucked up in the hotel room a month ago)
Reporter: So Bob, you sit here a month removed from a near death experience. How are you feeling?
Bob: Dude, I've never felt so alive.
Reporter: When was the last time you had a drink?
Bob: Last time I took a drink was about 5 minutes before I smashed your face. I'm sorry again. I can't believe I did that. I almost died from an overdose on beer and codeine that night. My whole life flashed before my eyes.
Reporter: That was the wake up call?
Bob: It was. For the longest time I felt like I was the reason my whole family died. If I didn't invite them to the event, they would all still be here. I was on a pretty self destructive path for 3 years after that. Doing the best cocaine, snorting the best heroin. Fucking the nastiest hookers because It's all I could afford. I'm sober now, and quite frankly the mere thought of C-Section Suzy makes my skin crawl.
Reporter: So now you are sober, happy, living life to the fullest. What is next for you?
Bob: What's next? I'm going to keep collecting my OCW paycheck and I'm going to keep winning. I have a new family. I have a new lease on life. I'm going to keep smoking my fuckin grass, and running through my competition. I will be standing at the end of this tournament, the OCW Western Champion.
Reporter: Best of luck.
(Bob and the OCW reporter shake hands again. He packs up his belongings and leaves the room.)
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MAY 11TH 2014
"HALF TON HOOKER WHO HAS BEEN SITTING ON THE FACE OF OCW"
(Bob turns off the television once the short film is over. He hopes it was seen by many and is well received. Maybe people will understand him better. Monday Night Massacre is tomorrow night, and it seems as though there is a common theme this week amongst OCW stars. Bob is no exception, like Ehud, Vargas, Bishop and Fuller he has also brought "hooker money". He scours the ads on Craigslist for the perfect woman, they all seem to be above his price range. He stumbles across an ad for a bigger woman offering a $50 "Special". She appears to be pushing a deuce and a half in her pictures. Bob gawks and smiles his perverted smile. He picks up the phone and calls her. They arrange the date quickly.)
(When she arrives, she is much more woman than expected. This beast is 500 pounds. Bob still wants to slay her. He let's the Sasquatch in and she immediately stickers her grubby hand out looking for the "donation". He slides her the $50 not knowing what to expect.)
Bob: So, What's the special?
(He has an erection.)
The Beast: You sure you ready?
Bob: Oh yeah.
(He looks at her massive frame. Handling the Loch Ness Monster would mean instant bragging rights among the crew. She grabs Bob and easily lifts him over her head. She bench pressed him 5 times and throws him onto the bed. Bob laughs and curls into the fetal position as she grabs him again and pins him down. This is not what he had in mind. She takes off her clothes and Bob does not flinch. Her body is covered in nasty stretch marks and littered with skin tags. Bob does not care. She proceeds to sit on his face. The smell is nauseating and Bob screams for help as he is running out of air. He squirms for a bit and finishes before pinching her leg. She get's off of Bob's face and pulls her clothes back on. Bob cowers in the corner admiring her girth.)
Bob: Alot of theses guy's in OCW would love you.
Humongous Bitch: I've already sat on the face of this entire roster. I'm going to see Richard right now.
(She waddles her fat ass out the door and Bob picks himself up off the floor. He dusts himself off and lays on the bed. He lights up a cigarette, like one might do after having sex. After he finishes the smoke he rolls over and turns out the light. Heading to sleep. He is ready for Massacre.)