Post by Bob Grenier on Apr 30, 2022 15:58:38 GMT -5
OOC: It's a shorty, But sometimes you just can't push it. I've learned when your satisfied with your work, Don't add words for the sake of adding words and hitting the word count.
Bob Grenier stands quietly, Deep in the woods behind his 110 acre property. His faithful sidekick Champ, A Beagle Terrier, Stands faithfully by his side. After a month away, He is home, Safe and sound.
This week, In a fitting turn of events, it will be Jam G, The man who took his place in Australia. It was a valiant effort on Eddie's part and despite the loss, Bob has ignited the spark in him that was always there. It was just suffocated by a whore wife and those good for nothing children that sprang from his testicles. Bob is the wind beneath his wings and Jam G is ready to fly.
Bob has shed the antidisestablishmentarianism that once plagued his troubled soul and now its time to just shut up and wrestle and wrestle he will. He'll wrestle for the purpose of wrestling, To put eyes on the product. His name has value attached to it. That fact has never changed. During racist and angry times, Deep down inside his belief in OCW being the best goddamn workplace in the world never wavered. It is far from the bloated and rotting corpse he once proclaimed it to be.
It took an a plane crash and a month on a strange island to change his thought process and help him find his center once again. It took a month of uncertainty for Bob to really understand who he is and who he can be. He's learning to trust and be trusted again. Armed with the most unlikely partner one could fathom and with the rumor of more recruits on the way, It's time to start rattling some cages and living in the now.
He ventures deeper and deeper into the woods of Northern Canada, There is still snow on tne ground and it crunches beneath his feet, He soon comes to a clearing and stands in front of an old well, It is empty and dry, It is in desperate need of some replenishing.
This is hugely symbolic of Bob's career in Online Championship Wrestling. He goes to the same well more often than not and often comes up dry, Lately he has been spinning his wheels, Searching for something more and it has been to no avail.
After spending time of the island in Australia and doing some soul searching, He skipped Technical Difficulties, Tucked his tail between his legs, Picked up his ball and went home, Giving his spot to Jam G, Who came up a little short.
Despite his shortcomings and the losses piling up, He is still an OCW Hall of Famer, He is still a former OCW Champion and he is still going to throw shit at the wall and see what sticks.
He throws a Canadian nickel down the well and prays for a better tomorrow. He soon walks away and ventures deeper into the woods of Northern Canada. The sun begins to set and as night falls, He grows thankful for the skills he has learned in his 10 year career and the knowledge he is able to pass down to anyone who wants to retain that knowledge and prosper in the confines of his guiding hand.
Back at the trailer park in Jupiter, Florida where Jam G can't get no respect, The tables have turned.
Eddie's 450 pound wife seems to have dropped a chicken wing behind the toilet, She fell trying to retrieve it and has wedged herself between the sink and toilet. She is stuck.
"Eddie you damn son of a bitch, I'm stuck!" She screams. Her chins ripple with every hateful word. "You better unstick me from here! She bellows again. Her cruel voice will leave any man afraid and bonerless.
Eddie laughs at her. For a fleeting moment he finally has the power. He considers whether or not he should leave here there to live the rest of her fat days in sadness, wedged between the sink and the toilet of the double wide, He ultimately decides to help her get free. Eddie is a good guy, His gargantuan wife is nothing than an ignorant moonshiners daughter but he loves her just the same. He goes to a kitchen and grabs a bucket of lard, He plans to grease up his woman and slide her out of her predicament when his bastard son enters the trailer.
"Hey fucknuts, Where's the rent?" He smacks his father.
Usually Eddie would cower, But this time, With a confidence unhook, He stands with his head up. He face washes his son to the floor and steps on his neck.
"You little fuck, I'm your father and you'll show me some goddamn respect. My name is Jam G.. You will put some respect on my name." He immediately snaps back into being Eddie and apologizes for his actions like a coward. He lifts his son off the floor and the kid spits in his face. Eddie backs down and wipes his eyes.
"Old man, You ain't got the balls to do that again!" The kid says with a cocky attitude. The throaty voice of anger can be heard from the bathroom.
"I heard a ruckus! What was that ruckus?" She yells. She tries desperately to wedge herself free, The more she struggles, The deeper she sinks into the crevice.
"I'm going to meet Bob Grenier in Djibouti, Grease up your mother and free her from her prison while I'm gone." Eddie mutters under his breath. He hands the bucket of lard to his kid and walks out the door with his head held low, Afraid to be struck again.
Once outside, He sees a package in the grass. It is addressed to him, He picks it up and opens it. He explores the contents. There is a first class plane ticket to Djibouti, There is also a note from Bob that reads "Enjoy, Walk with me Eddie, You'll never walk alone" Eddie beams with pride, This new mask is made of titanium alloy and looks incredibly cool, Much better than the cheap lucha mask he has worn in the past. He examines it for a moment and his sullen expression soon turns to a satisfied grin. He looks in the box and there is also a t-shirt that reads "Bam G".
Bob Grenier stands quietly, Deep in the woods behind his 110 acre property. His faithful sidekick Champ, A Beagle Terrier, Stands faithfully by his side. After a month away, He is home, Safe and sound.
This week, In a fitting turn of events, it will be Jam G, The man who took his place in Australia. It was a valiant effort on Eddie's part and despite the loss, Bob has ignited the spark in him that was always there. It was just suffocated by a whore wife and those good for nothing children that sprang from his testicles. Bob is the wind beneath his wings and Jam G is ready to fly.
Bob has shed the antidisestablishmentarianism that once plagued his troubled soul and now its time to just shut up and wrestle and wrestle he will. He'll wrestle for the purpose of wrestling, To put eyes on the product. His name has value attached to it. That fact has never changed. During racist and angry times, Deep down inside his belief in OCW being the best goddamn workplace in the world never wavered. It is far from the bloated and rotting corpse he once proclaimed it to be.
It took an a plane crash and a month on a strange island to change his thought process and help him find his center once again. It took a month of uncertainty for Bob to really understand who he is and who he can be. He's learning to trust and be trusted again. Armed with the most unlikely partner one could fathom and with the rumor of more recruits on the way, It's time to start rattling some cages and living in the now.
He ventures deeper and deeper into the woods of Northern Canada, There is still snow on tne ground and it crunches beneath his feet, He soon comes to a clearing and stands in front of an old well, It is empty and dry, It is in desperate need of some replenishing.
This is hugely symbolic of Bob's career in Online Championship Wrestling. He goes to the same well more often than not and often comes up dry, Lately he has been spinning his wheels, Searching for something more and it has been to no avail.
After spending time of the island in Australia and doing some soul searching, He skipped Technical Difficulties, Tucked his tail between his legs, Picked up his ball and went home, Giving his spot to Jam G, Who came up a little short.
Despite his shortcomings and the losses piling up, He is still an OCW Hall of Famer, He is still a former OCW Champion and he is still going to throw shit at the wall and see what sticks.
He throws a Canadian nickel down the well and prays for a better tomorrow. He soon walks away and ventures deeper into the woods of Northern Canada. The sun begins to set and as night falls, He grows thankful for the skills he has learned in his 10 year career and the knowledge he is able to pass down to anyone who wants to retain that knowledge and prosper in the confines of his guiding hand.
Back at the trailer park in Jupiter, Florida where Jam G can't get no respect, The tables have turned.
Eddie's 450 pound wife seems to have dropped a chicken wing behind the toilet, She fell trying to retrieve it and has wedged herself between the sink and toilet. She is stuck.
"Eddie you damn son of a bitch, I'm stuck!" She screams. Her chins ripple with every hateful word. "You better unstick me from here! She bellows again. Her cruel voice will leave any man afraid and bonerless.
Eddie laughs at her. For a fleeting moment he finally has the power. He considers whether or not he should leave here there to live the rest of her fat days in sadness, wedged between the sink and the toilet of the double wide, He ultimately decides to help her get free. Eddie is a good guy, His gargantuan wife is nothing than an ignorant moonshiners daughter but he loves her just the same. He goes to a kitchen and grabs a bucket of lard, He plans to grease up his woman and slide her out of her predicament when his bastard son enters the trailer.
"Hey fucknuts, Where's the rent?" He smacks his father.
Usually Eddie would cower, But this time, With a confidence unhook, He stands with his head up. He face washes his son to the floor and steps on his neck.
"You little fuck, I'm your father and you'll show me some goddamn respect. My name is Jam G.. You will put some respect on my name." He immediately snaps back into being Eddie and apologizes for his actions like a coward. He lifts his son off the floor and the kid spits in his face. Eddie backs down and wipes his eyes.
"Old man, You ain't got the balls to do that again!" The kid says with a cocky attitude. The throaty voice of anger can be heard from the bathroom.
"I heard a ruckus! What was that ruckus?" She yells. She tries desperately to wedge herself free, The more she struggles, The deeper she sinks into the crevice.
"I'm going to meet Bob Grenier in Djibouti, Grease up your mother and free her from her prison while I'm gone." Eddie mutters under his breath. He hands the bucket of lard to his kid and walks out the door with his head held low, Afraid to be struck again.
Once outside, He sees a package in the grass. It is addressed to him, He picks it up and opens it. He explores the contents. There is a first class plane ticket to Djibouti, There is also a note from Bob that reads "Enjoy, Walk with me Eddie, You'll never walk alone" Eddie beams with pride, This new mask is made of titanium alloy and looks incredibly cool, Much better than the cheap lucha mask he has worn in the past. He examines it for a moment and his sullen expression soon turns to a satisfied grin. He looks in the box and there is also a t-shirt that reads "Bam G".