Post by "The Expert" Bob Grenier on Nov 23, 2011 12:20:00 GMT -6
("The Expert" Bob Grenier has once again retreated to the old family farm in Timmins, Ontario, Canada. Since returning to nCw some 3 weeks ago he has disposed of the enhancement talent that has been put in his way. Sunday night, November 27th 2011 marks his debut on a bigger scale. At the Wired Web Show it will be a 6 man Showcase. 6 men will battle it out and one man will become the #1 Contender for the nCw Honor Championship. Bob is in the living room, dressed casually in sweatpants and a Montreal Canadiens hoodie, a reporter from the Timmins Daily Press is seated in a chair across from him.)
Reporter: We know you were born here but WHO is Bob Grenier? For those who don't know.
Bob: I was born Robert Stewart Anthony Grenier, February 27th 1986 right here in Timmins, Ontario, Canada. I am a small time professional wrestler right now, but pretty soon I will rise to the top of the pile. Sunday Night, November 27th, in the middle of the ring I will paint my masterpiece with the blood of 5 other men.
Reporter: I'd like to welcome you home. People around this small town absolutely love you. What have you been up to the last 3 years?
Bob: For 3 years I lived in the gutter, Got over on ANYONE I possibly could, I Cheated, I Scammed and I robbed. I owe every drug dealer and their mother money. I've done Heroin, I've done Cocaine, I've smoked my weed and drank my beers, but I have triumphed over those addictions and I sit before you today a brand new man.
Reporter: How long have you been sober?
Bob: I have not used in 3 weeks, that's not to say I haven't formed another addiction. Really I just replaced one with another.
Reporter: What would that be?
Bob: I have become addicted to the thrill of winning.
(He stops talking and lights a cigarette, the one addiction he just cannot seem to give up. He takes a few drags and makes sure not to blow the smoke into the reporters face.)
Bob: It's such a rush to stand in the middle of the ring and have your arm raised in victory. That will get you much higher than any narcotic ever will.
Reporter: So Sunday Night, November 27th is the biggest opportunity in your young career. You can really put yourself and this city on the map. What would you tell your opponents, if they were sitting in this room with us right now?
Bob: Stay home.
Reporter: Very Bold.
Bob: There is no way these chumps will beat me. While Disdonn is playing in the woods, Eating raw venison and talking about how we are sinners, I am preparing mentally and physically. Does this guy think I'm scared of some barbed wire? I took a beating from Mark Evil a few years back that would make any man cringe. I wonder if he is supposed to be intimidating? I am not scared. I'm going to send this moron back to the cow barn where he belongs.
Reporter: Aren't you afraid you may anger this hulk of a man?
Bob: The bigger they are, The harder they fall. I am not afraid of anyone or anything. Is he going to hop into the ring and stab me with his knife? Somehow I just don't see that happening. Just by looking at this "crazed feral wrestler" I can tell his mind is weak. He does not have the skills or mental capacity to take me down. Anyone can howl around the woods and eat raw meat, but it takes a special man to beat 5 others, and I am that special man. We don't know anything about this man, don't know his age, or where he is from and it will stay that way. After Sunday we will never hear from him again, I am going to end his reign before it even begins. I live in Northern Canada and hunting up here is a way of life. I have never met a moose I could not kill. The way I see it, Disdonn is a 10 point buck and I will put a bullet right between his eyes.
Reporter: You seem very confident in your abilities.
Bob: How could I not be confident. I'm up against a man-child, and a guy who calls himself "Jackhammer". Gimmicks as far as the eye can see! I come to that ring, using my real name, being me, and it seems to get me by pretty good. I bet Jackhammer can barely finish that beer without getting buzzed, let alone end a career. I'm surrounded by idiots. I hope this guy plans on winning, that should go without saying. I don't think myself, or any other wrestler in the world comes to the ring saying, "I plan on losing tonight".
(Bob Grenier picks another cigarette out of his pack. He lights up and grins to himself. He makes it a point again not to blow smoke in the reporters face, showing a courteous side. He will not be so courteous Sunday Night.)
Bob: Apparently things haven't been going good for Jackhammer. I hope he knows it's about to get a whole lot worse. I don't care what championships he has held or who he has beaten. I'm going to pull the plug on Jackhammer. If he enjoys the Chicago nightlife, He'll see an awful lot more of it when he isn't able to wrestle for the next 6 months. He'll be eating his meals through a straw though. I'm taking his fame, I'm taking his fortune, money, houses and cars. I'm also taking his old lady, so if you see her, tell her I'm looking for her. Slow and steady will not win this race. Jackhammers little fantasy of becoming Honor champion is about to fade to black permanently. He'll be working at a Texaco station after Sunday Night. Chi-Town Terror meet the Schumacher Strangler.
(The Reporter from the Timmins Daily Press looks amused. He says nothing and continues to write as Grenier just keeps on talking.)
Bob: I represent anyone who has ever fallen down, and gotten back up. Anyone who has overcame addiction and lived to tell about it. I am a man of the people, and the people need an honorable champion. This isn't just talk. Every word that comes from my mouth, comes from my heart. I've been Up and I've been down, and now I'm trying to find some higher ground. Sunday night the elevation to that higher ground begins. I am on a different level than these freaks and weirdos. They may not know who I am yet, but they will. I know 487 versions of the common suplex that will show them exactly who I am. Each one more vicious than the next. My ring skills are unmatched. I don't care who it is, Disdonn, Freakke, Jackhammer, They will be pinned in the middle of the ring by me, and I will move on to become nCw Honor Champion. Real Talk.
Reporter: Why do they call you "The Expert"?
Bob: In that ring, I am an Expert. For everyone one hold I know 39 ways out. For every move I know 62 counters. I am not to be messed with. Everything I do is carefully executed and no man can overcome The Hotbox. These "wrestlers" think they will just walk into the ring and take this from me? I say No way, and if they have a problem with that, I'm begging them to come and shut my Expert mouth. The war of words is underway and I will win every single time. Once every 50 years a star of my caliber comes along and I hope to god they just take my advice and stay home. I don't want to hurt people because that's not my style anymore, but if need be I will. I will claw my way through 5 other men and come out unscathed on the other side to emerge #1 Contender for the Honor Championship, Everyone can pretty much figure what would happen after that, but I'm not looking ahead. I underestimate no man, but I know when the dust settles, I will be the last one standing. These guy's should all go home tonight and throw pennies in a wishing well and hope for a better Monday, because Sunday is not looking so good. The road to that gold begins and ends with Bob Grenier.
(The reporter closes his notebook and gets up. He shakes Grenier's and hand and thanks him for the interview. The daily paper for this town of 8,000 or so just got a whole lot better. As the reporter walks out Tony and Mike walk in past him and take a seat.)
Mike: We got him homey. We stuck him good.
Tony: Word!
Bob: So we shall be eating moose tonight. Wonderful.
Mike: Jacked for Sunday?
Bob: I'm ready. Let's go cut it up. Canadian style.
(The 3 walk out the door and proceed to get on a couple of snowmobiles. They drive down a path into a rut where clearly a moose has been killed.)
Reporter: We know you were born here but WHO is Bob Grenier? For those who don't know.
Bob: I was born Robert Stewart Anthony Grenier, February 27th 1986 right here in Timmins, Ontario, Canada. I am a small time professional wrestler right now, but pretty soon I will rise to the top of the pile. Sunday Night, November 27th, in the middle of the ring I will paint my masterpiece with the blood of 5 other men.
Reporter: I'd like to welcome you home. People around this small town absolutely love you. What have you been up to the last 3 years?
Bob: For 3 years I lived in the gutter, Got over on ANYONE I possibly could, I Cheated, I Scammed and I robbed. I owe every drug dealer and their mother money. I've done Heroin, I've done Cocaine, I've smoked my weed and drank my beers, but I have triumphed over those addictions and I sit before you today a brand new man.
Reporter: How long have you been sober?
Bob: I have not used in 3 weeks, that's not to say I haven't formed another addiction. Really I just replaced one with another.
Reporter: What would that be?
Bob: I have become addicted to the thrill of winning.
(He stops talking and lights a cigarette, the one addiction he just cannot seem to give up. He takes a few drags and makes sure not to blow the smoke into the reporters face.)
Bob: It's such a rush to stand in the middle of the ring and have your arm raised in victory. That will get you much higher than any narcotic ever will.
Reporter: So Sunday Night, November 27th is the biggest opportunity in your young career. You can really put yourself and this city on the map. What would you tell your opponents, if they were sitting in this room with us right now?
Bob: Stay home.
Reporter: Very Bold.
Bob: There is no way these chumps will beat me. While Disdonn is playing in the woods, Eating raw venison and talking about how we are sinners, I am preparing mentally and physically. Does this guy think I'm scared of some barbed wire? I took a beating from Mark Evil a few years back that would make any man cringe. I wonder if he is supposed to be intimidating? I am not scared. I'm going to send this moron back to the cow barn where he belongs.
Reporter: Aren't you afraid you may anger this hulk of a man?
Bob: The bigger they are, The harder they fall. I am not afraid of anyone or anything. Is he going to hop into the ring and stab me with his knife? Somehow I just don't see that happening. Just by looking at this "crazed feral wrestler" I can tell his mind is weak. He does not have the skills or mental capacity to take me down. Anyone can howl around the woods and eat raw meat, but it takes a special man to beat 5 others, and I am that special man. We don't know anything about this man, don't know his age, or where he is from and it will stay that way. After Sunday we will never hear from him again, I am going to end his reign before it even begins. I live in Northern Canada and hunting up here is a way of life. I have never met a moose I could not kill. The way I see it, Disdonn is a 10 point buck and I will put a bullet right between his eyes.
Reporter: You seem very confident in your abilities.
Bob: How could I not be confident. I'm up against a man-child, and a guy who calls himself "Jackhammer". Gimmicks as far as the eye can see! I come to that ring, using my real name, being me, and it seems to get me by pretty good. I bet Jackhammer can barely finish that beer without getting buzzed, let alone end a career. I'm surrounded by idiots. I hope this guy plans on winning, that should go without saying. I don't think myself, or any other wrestler in the world comes to the ring saying, "I plan on losing tonight".
(Bob Grenier picks another cigarette out of his pack. He lights up and grins to himself. He makes it a point again not to blow smoke in the reporters face, showing a courteous side. He will not be so courteous Sunday Night.)
Bob: Apparently things haven't been going good for Jackhammer. I hope he knows it's about to get a whole lot worse. I don't care what championships he has held or who he has beaten. I'm going to pull the plug on Jackhammer. If he enjoys the Chicago nightlife, He'll see an awful lot more of it when he isn't able to wrestle for the next 6 months. He'll be eating his meals through a straw though. I'm taking his fame, I'm taking his fortune, money, houses and cars. I'm also taking his old lady, so if you see her, tell her I'm looking for her. Slow and steady will not win this race. Jackhammers little fantasy of becoming Honor champion is about to fade to black permanently. He'll be working at a Texaco station after Sunday Night. Chi-Town Terror meet the Schumacher Strangler.
(The Reporter from the Timmins Daily Press looks amused. He says nothing and continues to write as Grenier just keeps on talking.)
Bob: I represent anyone who has ever fallen down, and gotten back up. Anyone who has overcame addiction and lived to tell about it. I am a man of the people, and the people need an honorable champion. This isn't just talk. Every word that comes from my mouth, comes from my heart. I've been Up and I've been down, and now I'm trying to find some higher ground. Sunday night the elevation to that higher ground begins. I am on a different level than these freaks and weirdos. They may not know who I am yet, but they will. I know 487 versions of the common suplex that will show them exactly who I am. Each one more vicious than the next. My ring skills are unmatched. I don't care who it is, Disdonn, Freakke, Jackhammer, They will be pinned in the middle of the ring by me, and I will move on to become nCw Honor Champion. Real Talk.
Reporter: Why do they call you "The Expert"?
Bob: In that ring, I am an Expert. For everyone one hold I know 39 ways out. For every move I know 62 counters. I am not to be messed with. Everything I do is carefully executed and no man can overcome The Hotbox. These "wrestlers" think they will just walk into the ring and take this from me? I say No way, and if they have a problem with that, I'm begging them to come and shut my Expert mouth. The war of words is underway and I will win every single time. Once every 50 years a star of my caliber comes along and I hope to god they just take my advice and stay home. I don't want to hurt people because that's not my style anymore, but if need be I will. I will claw my way through 5 other men and come out unscathed on the other side to emerge #1 Contender for the Honor Championship, Everyone can pretty much figure what would happen after that, but I'm not looking ahead. I underestimate no man, but I know when the dust settles, I will be the last one standing. These guy's should all go home tonight and throw pennies in a wishing well and hope for a better Monday, because Sunday is not looking so good. The road to that gold begins and ends with Bob Grenier.
(The reporter closes his notebook and gets up. He shakes Grenier's and hand and thanks him for the interview. The daily paper for this town of 8,000 or so just got a whole lot better. As the reporter walks out Tony and Mike walk in past him and take a seat.)
Mike: We got him homey. We stuck him good.
Tony: Word!
Bob: So we shall be eating moose tonight. Wonderful.
Mike: Jacked for Sunday?
Bob: I'm ready. Let's go cut it up. Canadian style.
(The 3 walk out the door and proceed to get on a couple of snowmobiles. They drive down a path into a rut where clearly a moose has been killed.)
