Post by "The Expert" Bob Grenier on Feb 14, 2009 15:05:29 GMT -6
{We have arrived in the great city of Toronto. Where the Expert spent much of his teenage years walking the streets and acting like a dumb ass. He pulls his truck into Nathan Phillips Square and the crew exits.)
Bob: I love you Vilje Revell. Excellent work.
MLM: This is the spot for sure.
TB: Memories.
Bob: I'm happy to be home, not on the road. I may have a girl in every city, may have 3 homes and a Yacht, but I could spend the rest of my life on these city streets. We're Shining On boys.
Dan: They need this on the PPV. People the world over need to see this massacre, and we need exposure.
Bob: Want Exposure? My fists, and my big mouth, that's how we're gonna get exposure. Ripping Marky Mark up with barbed wire might be a hilarious time.
(Bob Grenier is part-time handsome, full time road dog, he loves this business, and has chosen to bleed for it. This is a cat and mouse game he never intended to play.)
(They continue to walk and come to the Air Canada Center. They stand outside and stare at the building.)
Bob: Could very well cram 19,800 people into that building and watch me disfigure Mark Evil, that would be sweet. Nothing will give us exposure like a bludgeoned enemy. I'm the Cat's pyjamas man, the bee's knee's ya know. Cool Cat with Colgate, and I'm gonna freshen up the whole place.
MLM: Fax4 Yo! Nice Nice
TB: We Call the shot's.
Bob: We do, and will continue to do so. Kristoff Liam Bates will soon be on board. I will make sure of it. He'll see the massacre and won't be able to resist. This is gonna get bigger than he knows. Whether he's with me or against me. I am taking over. The walls of this building will be stained with Mark Evil's blood. It's not a joke, I'm far from joking. The Shock Value of Garbage wrestling matches like this is dying. For one Night I will revive Extreme. Real Extreme. Not Idiocy like Mark Evil and his barbed wire arms.
Dan: Well said brotha.
Bob: I'm not just some idiot. Not just another pretty face. I'm pretty cool if you just get to know me. But I can be a real dick. I quite enjoy angering Mark Evil and tomorrow night in that building, which I might add is home to the miserable and faltering Toronto Raptors.
(He swears under his breath. The team is failing and it affects him deeply.)
Bob: I will maim and torture until a fat lady starts singing. They will need to pull me off of Mark Evil. I will just keep attackin' that corpse. They don't even know. I have the urge to kill. My mind is set on Murder.
MLM: Wow..Kinda Scary dawg.
TB: Word.
Bob: Should all be scared of this monster. I'm gonna make a prediction. Next time we hear from Mr. Evil, he will either get arrested, or try and maim somebody. Quite possibly though, someone will give him some more money, or he'll try and extort it. Mark Evil is boring, he's stale. He's like crackers on the counter for two weeks.
(They proceed to walk down Bay Ave. It's deja vu for these guy's.)
Bob: We got a long way to go, and short time to get there, we're gonna do what they say can't be done. Nobody thinks I can do this. I'm doing the damn impossible. I'm taming Mark Evil, turning him into a tame house cat. I'll teach him to really wrestle. We'll get some new gear. I'm all for helping people out when they're down.
(There is a man dressed as Santa Clause. His suit is tattered and torn. The beard is real and looks unkempt. He holds a sign that says "Need $ Mrs. Clause booted me out". They stop and laugh, and Bob hands the man a hundred dollars. Further down the street there are more bums, a man playing guitar with a paper bag over his head and a man playing a plastic bucket. The City is alive on Saturday afternoon.)
Bob: I love this place, This is my hometown. This is where I learned to be me. This is where I learned about the world, The Real World. I'm gonna hustle, I'm gonna rob and steal until I retire and live a good quiet life. Those are my true aspirations. I'm gonna milk nCw and the world, for as much dough as possible and then leave without a trace. I don't wanna hurt people. I wanna wrestle and make a decent buck. Invest and build my fortune. I'm not even a high school graduate but I'm doing this thing, Got my rental properties and my wrestling. Iron's are in the fire though. I want more. $3 Million ain't quite enough.
Dan: I hear ya. This whole thing is bulls**t. But We're gonna take it head on. I'm down to the very end dude. MLM and TB are too.
TB: Word!
Bob: I feel incredible right now. Trouble. That's the word of the day. He's in Trouble. I'm so caught up in the business, stay busy in the midst of it, while he just breaks the law all the time. I've done my time. 23 years old. I did a stretch. I came out, after 3 years and got legit, Everyone will say I'm a hyprocite because the weed thing, but Marijuana ain't a drug, It grows from the earth. Put here for us to enjoy. I got my values, but I'm switching up my etiquette. I'm going stoned cold crazy on Sunday Night. I'm summoning the legends. Mick Foley, Terry Funk and I will borrow from those men, to destroy Mark Evil for good. A paramedic should be on the scene and I know CPR. I won't administer it, but I can guide someone. It doesn't matter to me if he lives or dies.
TB: Cold....
Bob: Yes, His life has no relation to mine. He is a speed bump, a road block. A 7 car pile up of a man I must get rid of.
(They continue to walk casually. Absorbing the scene and taking it all in, for them it's good to be home. Not so much for Mark Evil.)
Bob: Let the good times roll.....
Bob: I love you Vilje Revell. Excellent work.
MLM: This is the spot for sure.
TB: Memories.
Bob: I'm happy to be home, not on the road. I may have a girl in every city, may have 3 homes and a Yacht, but I could spend the rest of my life on these city streets. We're Shining On boys.
Dan: They need this on the PPV. People the world over need to see this massacre, and we need exposure.
Bob: Want Exposure? My fists, and my big mouth, that's how we're gonna get exposure. Ripping Marky Mark up with barbed wire might be a hilarious time.
(Bob Grenier is part-time handsome, full time road dog, he loves this business, and has chosen to bleed for it. This is a cat and mouse game he never intended to play.)
(They continue to walk and come to the Air Canada Center. They stand outside and stare at the building.)
Bob: Could very well cram 19,800 people into that building and watch me disfigure Mark Evil, that would be sweet. Nothing will give us exposure like a bludgeoned enemy. I'm the Cat's pyjamas man, the bee's knee's ya know. Cool Cat with Colgate, and I'm gonna freshen up the whole place.
MLM: Fax4 Yo! Nice Nice
TB: We Call the shot's.
Bob: We do, and will continue to do so. Kristoff Liam Bates will soon be on board. I will make sure of it. He'll see the massacre and won't be able to resist. This is gonna get bigger than he knows. Whether he's with me or against me. I am taking over. The walls of this building will be stained with Mark Evil's blood. It's not a joke, I'm far from joking. The Shock Value of Garbage wrestling matches like this is dying. For one Night I will revive Extreme. Real Extreme. Not Idiocy like Mark Evil and his barbed wire arms.
Dan: Well said brotha.
Bob: I'm not just some idiot. Not just another pretty face. I'm pretty cool if you just get to know me. But I can be a real dick. I quite enjoy angering Mark Evil and tomorrow night in that building, which I might add is home to the miserable and faltering Toronto Raptors.
(He swears under his breath. The team is failing and it affects him deeply.)
Bob: I will maim and torture until a fat lady starts singing. They will need to pull me off of Mark Evil. I will just keep attackin' that corpse. They don't even know. I have the urge to kill. My mind is set on Murder.
MLM: Wow..Kinda Scary dawg.
TB: Word.
Bob: Should all be scared of this monster. I'm gonna make a prediction. Next time we hear from Mr. Evil, he will either get arrested, or try and maim somebody. Quite possibly though, someone will give him some more money, or he'll try and extort it. Mark Evil is boring, he's stale. He's like crackers on the counter for two weeks.
(They proceed to walk down Bay Ave. It's deja vu for these guy's.)
Bob: We got a long way to go, and short time to get there, we're gonna do what they say can't be done. Nobody thinks I can do this. I'm doing the damn impossible. I'm taming Mark Evil, turning him into a tame house cat. I'll teach him to really wrestle. We'll get some new gear. I'm all for helping people out when they're down.
(There is a man dressed as Santa Clause. His suit is tattered and torn. The beard is real and looks unkempt. He holds a sign that says "Need $ Mrs. Clause booted me out". They stop and laugh, and Bob hands the man a hundred dollars. Further down the street there are more bums, a man playing guitar with a paper bag over his head and a man playing a plastic bucket. The City is alive on Saturday afternoon.)
Bob: I love this place, This is my hometown. This is where I learned to be me. This is where I learned about the world, The Real World. I'm gonna hustle, I'm gonna rob and steal until I retire and live a good quiet life. Those are my true aspirations. I'm gonna milk nCw and the world, for as much dough as possible and then leave without a trace. I don't wanna hurt people. I wanna wrestle and make a decent buck. Invest and build my fortune. I'm not even a high school graduate but I'm doing this thing, Got my rental properties and my wrestling. Iron's are in the fire though. I want more. $3 Million ain't quite enough.
Dan: I hear ya. This whole thing is bulls**t. But We're gonna take it head on. I'm down to the very end dude. MLM and TB are too.
TB: Word!
Bob: I feel incredible right now. Trouble. That's the word of the day. He's in Trouble. I'm so caught up in the business, stay busy in the midst of it, while he just breaks the law all the time. I've done my time. 23 years old. I did a stretch. I came out, after 3 years and got legit, Everyone will say I'm a hyprocite because the weed thing, but Marijuana ain't a drug, It grows from the earth. Put here for us to enjoy. I got my values, but I'm switching up my etiquette. I'm going stoned cold crazy on Sunday Night. I'm summoning the legends. Mick Foley, Terry Funk and I will borrow from those men, to destroy Mark Evil for good. A paramedic should be on the scene and I know CPR. I won't administer it, but I can guide someone. It doesn't matter to me if he lives or dies.
TB: Cold....
Bob: Yes, His life has no relation to mine. He is a speed bump, a road block. A 7 car pile up of a man I must get rid of.
(They continue to walk casually. Absorbing the scene and taking it all in, for them it's good to be home. Not so much for Mark Evil.)
Bob: Let the good times roll.....