Post by Bob Grenier on Jan 23, 2022 19:44:24 GMT -5
"See how high the hornet’s nest, ‘twill tell how high the snow will rest" - Farmers Almanac.
(That is old lore from The Farmers Almanac that basically states you can tell if you are in for a cold and snowy winter by how high the hornets nest sit in the trees. In the months preceding this particular winter they were as high as Bob Grenier on a month long bender.)
(Iroquois Falls is buried with 5 feet of snow and on a typical day in January the temperature can reach -40.. It's the perfect setting for a cold and brutal fight. At Access Denied, Gideon Cross will make his way north of the border and stand toe to toe with the OCW legend.)
Bob: Gideon, I promise, when you get here.. I'm gonna remove that silver spoon from your gaping asshole and prove once and for all that an old dog doesn't need to learn new tricks, This is old dog can get by just fine with the ones he already knows.
(As seems to be the norm these days, he isn't talking to anyone. He's just speaking for the sake of speaking. We'll call it monologuing or maybe he mumbles to himself due to years of abusing crystal meth. Take your pick.)
Bob: You ever been hit with a chunk of 2x2 Gideon? You ever had to dodge a snowmobile coming at you with reckless abandon? Hell, you grew up privileged, I doubt you even know what a piece of lumber looks like. When I'm finished with you, Your money won't aid your happiness. I'm gonna make you miserable.
(Below where he stands is a 6 x 6 hole bored into the ice on Devonshire Lake. His lines are set and he waits for a bite from the depths below. Whatever he catches will likely be dinner. This is a survival skill status or wealth cannot teach. Patience and skill finally pay off when his line signifies dinner, He casually pulls up a 7 pound pike and begins speaking to his prey. )
Bob: Being a socialte has nothing on the thrill of having you in my hands.
(He admires his catch for a short time. Bob looks into the pikes eyes and the pike stares back at him. Man and fish have just shared a tender moment.)
Bob: Earning what you have is a rewarding experience, Gideon has money, He's young and well to do, Me, I talk to the earth and though I only have $1180 in the bank, I'm rich in character. I'm going to make a laughing stock out of the Gideon name.. At the end of the night that kid is gonna be whimpering like a fucking bitch. I'm gonna retire him and send him off hand in hand with his girlfriend. If I had piece of advice for this choad, It is this: If you don't like your last name, Pull an Ian Bishop, Marry your whore girlfriend and take her last name, pussy. What kind of name is Gideon anyway? Sounds like a name you'd bestow on an unwanted baby afflicted with down syndrome. I'd be embarrassed myself.
(Its safe to say The Grand Wizard of Professional Wrestling is back. He stares at the fish some more it desperately tries to break free from his kung fu grip. He has a sudden change of heart, He throws the fish back down the hole.)
Bob: You live to swim another day buddy. In a world full of Gideons, Be a fucking Grenier.
(In the distance a pair of snowmobiles race towards Bob at breakneck speed. He turns his attention away from the fishing hole and towards the company making his way towards him. They screech to a halt and disengage from their seats, It's Tom and Jack Lockwood, Best friends to The Grand Wizard of Professional Wrestling. Jack has a 10 paper joint hanging out of his mouth, He hands it over to Bob who takes a massive haul and exhales a mighty cloud.)
Bob: Just what I needed.
Jack: Fuck, It's cold out here, You backwoods, hillbilly fuck.
Tom: This ain't' Cali. I don't like this one bit
(Tom and Jack look like fish out of water on the frozen lake. They are shaking their extremities and trying to free their hands and feet from the uncomfortable cold.)
Bob: You fuckin' clowns aren't wearing tuqoes or proper gloves.. No wonder your so goddamn cold!
Jack: We were born in California dude. We don't do the whole snow thing.
Tom: This is brutal.
(Bob removes some extra gloves and hats and gives them to his boys, They all laugh. This is as solid a group of friends as it gets. These guys are the only people in the world Bob can trust and vice versa.)
Tom: Did you really join the Knoxville Kounty Killers?
(Bob nods. The Lockwoods just look amused. Not another word is mentioned about it.)
Bob: If you guys wanna roll back to the farm I'll be there in a little bit. Put on some coffee. They have coffee percolators in California right?
(The Lockwoods take off on the sleds and head back towards Bobs property, Which happens to be the location of the match between Gideon Cross and Bob Grenier. A match where Grenier chose the stipulation, Not due to any kind of favoritism or sexual favors, Bob was able to chose the match because he is Bob Grenier.. He's given ounces of blood and years of his life to OCW. He is allowed to make demands and 9/10 they will be met. It's just how it is.)
(Back at the farm, Bob and The Lockwood Party sit at the kitchen table of his country home. This has been the setting many times. Home is tried and true. Champ chases mice, Birds feed from the suet packs Bob hangs from the trees and the squirrels feast on bags of peanuts. Life is simple.)
Bob: I come across these young punks all the time.
Jack: There's no such thing as respect anymore. These fucking millennials, They just want everything handed to them. When someone is handed to someone over them, They bitch and moan.
Bob: If I hear that I "stacked the deck" one more time, I'll just bring out the 53' Mauser and put a hole in the kids face. We won't even have a damn match.
Tom: You got one?
Bob: Mauser? I do. Picked it up a couple weeks ago. It's a sweet gun man.
Jack: We can't just run around shooting Millenials now, No matter how annoying those liberal fucks are.
Bob: I'm not braindead, Contrary to what Gideon seems to think. I know it's 2022. I just don't care. I'm gonna say what I choose to say and act how I want to act. I've never been one to think before I speak.
Tom: I can't believe you told him you'd beat the black off him. That's what negro fathers used to say to their negro sons. That doesn't fly with most people in 2022.
Jack: Do you think Joe Jackson yelled it at little Michael while he was whipping him in practice. "I'll beat the black off you boy!"
(He does an impersonation of a grumpy black man whose children aren't meeting his exceedingly high demands as entertainers.)
Bob: Matter of factly, That's why Michael Jackson became white, Joe Jackson literally beat the black off him.
Jack: Your gonna piss people off talking like that.
Bob: I've been pissing people off in OCW for years, Melinda Rhodes.
Tom: What happened to that whore?
Bob: I caved her face in. She cried to OCW management about some insensitive remarks I made. I caved her face in again. She quit.
Jack: Did you nail her?
Bob: Melinda Rhodes was scared and offended by me, Of course I railed her. Remember Josie Barnes? I pitched all these fantastic ideas to her in regards to her and I working together and the bitch flat out turned me down because she didn't like my character. I think she was born a dude anyway. Don't get me started on The Wrekkking Krew. The most racially insensitive tag team to ever grace a wrestling ring. I invented speaking your mind and I paved the way for this kid.
(Jack and Tom each pour another cup of coffee and stir in some milk and sugar while agreeing with the sentiment Bob just echoed. He stops ranting and turns his attention to the bay window in his kitchen. He enjoys looking out on his "shitty green pasture" with a cup of coffee and some good friends. This is a feeling money cannot purchase.)
Bob: The biggest difference between myself and this Gideon Cross kid.. It isn't money or status.. The biggest difference is that I know the value of a hard days work. I know what it's like to earn something. I earned the right to choose the type of match for my return, I earned the title of OCW Hall of Famer. I earned my place and bullt my legacy with the sweat of my brow and the blood that pumps through my body. I spilled that blood on the canvas and made beautiful art that legions of OCW fans still enjoy. My contributions to the success of this company cannot and will not be denied. All roads in OCW eventually lead through me. Young guys like him come and go, I've seen it 100 times. Nobody is going to remember Gideon Cross a month from now, A year from now. The kid is about to be an after thought. He doesn't get to build a legacy because I won't allow it. I am the life, I am the way and his road ends with me.
(The Lockwoods continue to sip coffee and hang onto every word spoken by their fearless leader. He has a way of captivating an audience and drawing people in. He did it in Hawaii, He did it in Compton. Every word he speaks is deep and heartfelt. Bob Grenier has a passion that Gideon Cross can only hope to match but likely never will.)
Bob: When I step through the ropes I'm handing down life lessons. Espousing my wisdom and knowledge whether he wants to accept them, That's on his shoulders. I wake up in the morning and I piss excellence. I'm kind of a big deal around OCW. I'm a swell guy and people like me. This kid has shown so much disrespect. I don't have time for Twitter, I don't have time to talk tough behind a screen. Social media is a mere cesspool where these pussy millenials gather by the hundreds to tell me what they had for dinner and how they spend days off. Me, I'm all business, All the time. I socialize face to face with the people I speak with.
Jack: I think these liberal choads need to put down the phones, turn off the screens and learn to knuckle the fuck up.
(Tom and Bob nod in agreement. Grenier pulls a huge joint from a wooden stash box on the table and sparks it up. The three men begin to pass it around.)
Bob: Weed. Everyone just needs to smoke more weed.
(At Access Denied, Bob Grenier is bound by a determination to return to form. The fog has started to lift from his brain after years of drug abuse and stints in prison. He has plenty left in the tank and now is the time to go out and prove. Gideon Cross is the perfect opponent. He's a young up and comer with high hopes for himself. Bob Grenier is the dream smasher who is going to dash his hopes and break his spirit. Bob Grenier is out to impose his will on this young upstart and he'll do it proudly on his property, in his hometown in front of the people who have loved and supported him from day one. It's an absolutely perfect situation. It's a beautiful place for the rebirth of a once stellar career.)
(That is old lore from The Farmers Almanac that basically states you can tell if you are in for a cold and snowy winter by how high the hornets nest sit in the trees. In the months preceding this particular winter they were as high as Bob Grenier on a month long bender.)
(Iroquois Falls is buried with 5 feet of snow and on a typical day in January the temperature can reach -40.. It's the perfect setting for a cold and brutal fight. At Access Denied, Gideon Cross will make his way north of the border and stand toe to toe with the OCW legend.)
Bob: Gideon, I promise, when you get here.. I'm gonna remove that silver spoon from your gaping asshole and prove once and for all that an old dog doesn't need to learn new tricks, This is old dog can get by just fine with the ones he already knows.
(As seems to be the norm these days, he isn't talking to anyone. He's just speaking for the sake of speaking. We'll call it monologuing or maybe he mumbles to himself due to years of abusing crystal meth. Take your pick.)
Bob: You ever been hit with a chunk of 2x2 Gideon? You ever had to dodge a snowmobile coming at you with reckless abandon? Hell, you grew up privileged, I doubt you even know what a piece of lumber looks like. When I'm finished with you, Your money won't aid your happiness. I'm gonna make you miserable.
(Below where he stands is a 6 x 6 hole bored into the ice on Devonshire Lake. His lines are set and he waits for a bite from the depths below. Whatever he catches will likely be dinner. This is a survival skill status or wealth cannot teach. Patience and skill finally pay off when his line signifies dinner, He casually pulls up a 7 pound pike and begins speaking to his prey. )
Bob: Being a socialte has nothing on the thrill of having you in my hands.
(He admires his catch for a short time. Bob looks into the pikes eyes and the pike stares back at him. Man and fish have just shared a tender moment.)
Bob: Earning what you have is a rewarding experience, Gideon has money, He's young and well to do, Me, I talk to the earth and though I only have $1180 in the bank, I'm rich in character. I'm going to make a laughing stock out of the Gideon name.. At the end of the night that kid is gonna be whimpering like a fucking bitch. I'm gonna retire him and send him off hand in hand with his girlfriend. If I had piece of advice for this choad, It is this: If you don't like your last name, Pull an Ian Bishop, Marry your whore girlfriend and take her last name, pussy. What kind of name is Gideon anyway? Sounds like a name you'd bestow on an unwanted baby afflicted with down syndrome. I'd be embarrassed myself.
(Its safe to say The Grand Wizard of Professional Wrestling is back. He stares at the fish some more it desperately tries to break free from his kung fu grip. He has a sudden change of heart, He throws the fish back down the hole.)
Bob: You live to swim another day buddy. In a world full of Gideons, Be a fucking Grenier.
(In the distance a pair of snowmobiles race towards Bob at breakneck speed. He turns his attention away from the fishing hole and towards the company making his way towards him. They screech to a halt and disengage from their seats, It's Tom and Jack Lockwood, Best friends to The Grand Wizard of Professional Wrestling. Jack has a 10 paper joint hanging out of his mouth, He hands it over to Bob who takes a massive haul and exhales a mighty cloud.)
Bob: Just what I needed.
Jack: Fuck, It's cold out here, You backwoods, hillbilly fuck.
Tom: This ain't' Cali. I don't like this one bit
(Tom and Jack look like fish out of water on the frozen lake. They are shaking their extremities and trying to free their hands and feet from the uncomfortable cold.)
Bob: You fuckin' clowns aren't wearing tuqoes or proper gloves.. No wonder your so goddamn cold!
Jack: We were born in California dude. We don't do the whole snow thing.
Tom: This is brutal.
(Bob removes some extra gloves and hats and gives them to his boys, They all laugh. This is as solid a group of friends as it gets. These guys are the only people in the world Bob can trust and vice versa.)
Tom: Did you really join the Knoxville Kounty Killers?
(Bob nods. The Lockwoods just look amused. Not another word is mentioned about it.)
Bob: If you guys wanna roll back to the farm I'll be there in a little bit. Put on some coffee. They have coffee percolators in California right?
(The Lockwoods take off on the sleds and head back towards Bobs property, Which happens to be the location of the match between Gideon Cross and Bob Grenier. A match where Grenier chose the stipulation, Not due to any kind of favoritism or sexual favors, Bob was able to chose the match because he is Bob Grenier.. He's given ounces of blood and years of his life to OCW. He is allowed to make demands and 9/10 they will be met. It's just how it is.)
(Back at the farm, Bob and The Lockwood Party sit at the kitchen table of his country home. This has been the setting many times. Home is tried and true. Champ chases mice, Birds feed from the suet packs Bob hangs from the trees and the squirrels feast on bags of peanuts. Life is simple.)
Bob: I come across these young punks all the time.
Jack: There's no such thing as respect anymore. These fucking millennials, They just want everything handed to them. When someone is handed to someone over them, They bitch and moan.
Bob: If I hear that I "stacked the deck" one more time, I'll just bring out the 53' Mauser and put a hole in the kids face. We won't even have a damn match.
Tom: You got one?
Bob: Mauser? I do. Picked it up a couple weeks ago. It's a sweet gun man.
Jack: We can't just run around shooting Millenials now, No matter how annoying those liberal fucks are.
Bob: I'm not braindead, Contrary to what Gideon seems to think. I know it's 2022. I just don't care. I'm gonna say what I choose to say and act how I want to act. I've never been one to think before I speak.
Tom: I can't believe you told him you'd beat the black off him. That's what negro fathers used to say to their negro sons. That doesn't fly with most people in 2022.
Jack: Do you think Joe Jackson yelled it at little Michael while he was whipping him in practice. "I'll beat the black off you boy!"
(He does an impersonation of a grumpy black man whose children aren't meeting his exceedingly high demands as entertainers.)
Bob: Matter of factly, That's why Michael Jackson became white, Joe Jackson literally beat the black off him.
Jack: Your gonna piss people off talking like that.
Bob: I've been pissing people off in OCW for years, Melinda Rhodes.
Tom: What happened to that whore?
Bob: I caved her face in. She cried to OCW management about some insensitive remarks I made. I caved her face in again. She quit.
Jack: Did you nail her?
Bob: Melinda Rhodes was scared and offended by me, Of course I railed her. Remember Josie Barnes? I pitched all these fantastic ideas to her in regards to her and I working together and the bitch flat out turned me down because she didn't like my character. I think she was born a dude anyway. Don't get me started on The Wrekkking Krew. The most racially insensitive tag team to ever grace a wrestling ring. I invented speaking your mind and I paved the way for this kid.
(Jack and Tom each pour another cup of coffee and stir in some milk and sugar while agreeing with the sentiment Bob just echoed. He stops ranting and turns his attention to the bay window in his kitchen. He enjoys looking out on his "shitty green pasture" with a cup of coffee and some good friends. This is a feeling money cannot purchase.)
Bob: The biggest difference between myself and this Gideon Cross kid.. It isn't money or status.. The biggest difference is that I know the value of a hard days work. I know what it's like to earn something. I earned the right to choose the type of match for my return, I earned the title of OCW Hall of Famer. I earned my place and bullt my legacy with the sweat of my brow and the blood that pumps through my body. I spilled that blood on the canvas and made beautiful art that legions of OCW fans still enjoy. My contributions to the success of this company cannot and will not be denied. All roads in OCW eventually lead through me. Young guys like him come and go, I've seen it 100 times. Nobody is going to remember Gideon Cross a month from now, A year from now. The kid is about to be an after thought. He doesn't get to build a legacy because I won't allow it. I am the life, I am the way and his road ends with me.
(The Lockwoods continue to sip coffee and hang onto every word spoken by their fearless leader. He has a way of captivating an audience and drawing people in. He did it in Hawaii, He did it in Compton. Every word he speaks is deep and heartfelt. Bob Grenier has a passion that Gideon Cross can only hope to match but likely never will.)
Bob: When I step through the ropes I'm handing down life lessons. Espousing my wisdom and knowledge whether he wants to accept them, That's on his shoulders. I wake up in the morning and I piss excellence. I'm kind of a big deal around OCW. I'm a swell guy and people like me. This kid has shown so much disrespect. I don't have time for Twitter, I don't have time to talk tough behind a screen. Social media is a mere cesspool where these pussy millenials gather by the hundreds to tell me what they had for dinner and how they spend days off. Me, I'm all business, All the time. I socialize face to face with the people I speak with.
Jack: I think these liberal choads need to put down the phones, turn off the screens and learn to knuckle the fuck up.
(Tom and Bob nod in agreement. Grenier pulls a huge joint from a wooden stash box on the table and sparks it up. The three men begin to pass it around.)
Bob: Weed. Everyone just needs to smoke more weed.
(At Access Denied, Bob Grenier is bound by a determination to return to form. The fog has started to lift from his brain after years of drug abuse and stints in prison. He has plenty left in the tank and now is the time to go out and prove. Gideon Cross is the perfect opponent. He's a young up and comer with high hopes for himself. Bob Grenier is the dream smasher who is going to dash his hopes and break his spirit. Bob Grenier is out to impose his will on this young upstart and he'll do it proudly on his property, in his hometown in front of the people who have loved and supported him from day one. It's an absolutely perfect situation. It's a beautiful place for the rebirth of a once stellar career.)