Post by Rob Blondie on Sept 11, 2008 11:01:48 GMT -5
Your Favorite Attraction, the TWF Legend, Original King of Wrestling, and the man that has finally realized what he must do to save professional wrestling from the scurge and scatological scumbag known as Kingpin…Rob Blondie…is
YFA: Wait a minute. Stop the goofy shit. Forget the lovable, arrogant, unlucky in love, and the man that people hate to love. I’m not here in TWD for your pleasure, nor mine. I’m not here, as much as I’d like to hold it, for the TWD title. I didn’t return because the outcry from wrestlers, promoters, and fans alike begging me to.
YFA is now seen on the scene. He is standing in a graveyard somewhere in Tennessee. The sun is shining and the humidity is high. Beads of sweat have already formed on his brow.
YFA: No, I came back for one thing. That baldheaded thug….that piece of shit in expensive suits…that despicable, flushable excrement…Ray Jones. I HATE that thing more than I have hated anything or anyone. With all my problems in life and love, nothing has taken my love of life before until it!
Rob walks further into the cemetery, He has a beautiful bouquet of purple roses in his hand.
YFA: Everyone assumed once our feud in the TWF ended, so did the war. No, not in the least. Ray took it underground. Let me think it was over. Gave me a false sense of security as I started a new life in retirement with my beautiful girlfriend, TW.
Rob walks faster and up a small hill passing grave after grave.
YFA: She was scared to death through it all, but once it seemed as things had ended, we both got into a comfortable life. Me jetting to Europe for my recordings and appearances and her with her local television job.
Rob stops at the top of the hill. He pears down, but continues.
YFA: Then, one night after covering a story, she was shot down in drive by fashion. I was in Germany at the time. The police said it was a random act of violence. I knew better. I read between the lines, Ray. I knew you had not let go of the feud. I stupid fucking wrestling feud.
Rob bends down and places the flowers in the grave vase in front of him.
YFA: You had a wonderful, beautiful woman killed over bullshit. Just because you knew what it would do to me. I knew you would go after my kids as well, but they are well hidden, so don’t waste your time. You won’t be harming anyone else I care about, Ray.
Rob stands up and begins to walk back down the hill.
YFA: So, why did I do the goofy skit last week? Perhaps it was to throw you off guard. Perhaps it was to try and find the old YFA…
He stops.
YFA: ….or maybe it’s to say goodbye to that Rob Blondie. The one that all the fans and wrestlers and promoters clamored for. That Rob Blondie may as well have been buried with TW. I’m not here to laugh and have a good time. I may never again. I certainly wont until I have brought you to your knees, Ray. So, I gave you a shit bath. That’s just the tip of the bottom I’m going to take us both. We are both dissenting further into the sewer, Jones. My hands will be covered in as much shit as yours. I will bury in it, Ray. Right were you belong.
Rob steps to his limo, but stops again.
YFA: Pat Martin booked me in a match with my former protégé, Tomas Luger, and the JENT comedy act. Maybe he thinks putting me in a match against the man I took under my wing and turned on me and one of Ray’s lackeys would temporarily quench my thirst for blood.
Rob laughs, but not his usual goofball laugh. It’s more maniacal… unnatural.
YFA: Tomas has finally come close to what I thought he could be…yet he still looks like a poser. Luger you are nothing more than a mesh of what others gave you. You will never learn to bring something of your own to the table. Andrei, Dustin, and I tried to show you the road and hoped you could feed yourself along with way. Instead, you’ve stolen from other travelers along the way. You aren’t my focus or reason for being here, but knocking you down a few pegs will give me a small amount of pleasure.
Rob takes a breath and the look in his eyes is one of absolute hate.
YFA: I am not even going to dignify the Lackey by saying his name. A man that answers to the Bi-sexual Bitch and Ray doesn’t deserve it. As far as I’m concerned, breaking you in this match will be doing you a favor. You will certainly get treated better than I’ll treat Ray, but when this match goes down…everyone will see my killer instinct. You and Tomas will get the taste of Rob Blondie know one has every had. My Blonde hair will be dyed red with your blood. My baptism into Ray’s world will be through you.
Rob says no more. He simply steps into the limo and rides. Away.
YFA: Wait a minute. Stop the goofy shit. Forget the lovable, arrogant, unlucky in love, and the man that people hate to love. I’m not here in TWD for your pleasure, nor mine. I’m not here, as much as I’d like to hold it, for the TWD title. I didn’t return because the outcry from wrestlers, promoters, and fans alike begging me to.
YFA is now seen on the scene. He is standing in a graveyard somewhere in Tennessee. The sun is shining and the humidity is high. Beads of sweat have already formed on his brow.
YFA: No, I came back for one thing. That baldheaded thug….that piece of shit in expensive suits…that despicable, flushable excrement…Ray Jones. I HATE that thing more than I have hated anything or anyone. With all my problems in life and love, nothing has taken my love of life before until it!
Rob walks further into the cemetery, He has a beautiful bouquet of purple roses in his hand.
YFA: Everyone assumed once our feud in the TWF ended, so did the war. No, not in the least. Ray took it underground. Let me think it was over. Gave me a false sense of security as I started a new life in retirement with my beautiful girlfriend, TW.
Rob walks faster and up a small hill passing grave after grave.
YFA: She was scared to death through it all, but once it seemed as things had ended, we both got into a comfortable life. Me jetting to Europe for my recordings and appearances and her with her local television job.
Rob stops at the top of the hill. He pears down, but continues.
YFA: Then, one night after covering a story, she was shot down in drive by fashion. I was in Germany at the time. The police said it was a random act of violence. I knew better. I read between the lines, Ray. I knew you had not let go of the feud. I stupid fucking wrestling feud.
Rob bends down and places the flowers in the grave vase in front of him.
YFA: You had a wonderful, beautiful woman killed over bullshit. Just because you knew what it would do to me. I knew you would go after my kids as well, but they are well hidden, so don’t waste your time. You won’t be harming anyone else I care about, Ray.
Rob stands up and begins to walk back down the hill.
YFA: So, why did I do the goofy skit last week? Perhaps it was to throw you off guard. Perhaps it was to try and find the old YFA…
He stops.
YFA: ….or maybe it’s to say goodbye to that Rob Blondie. The one that all the fans and wrestlers and promoters clamored for. That Rob Blondie may as well have been buried with TW. I’m not here to laugh and have a good time. I may never again. I certainly wont until I have brought you to your knees, Ray. So, I gave you a shit bath. That’s just the tip of the bottom I’m going to take us both. We are both dissenting further into the sewer, Jones. My hands will be covered in as much shit as yours. I will bury in it, Ray. Right were you belong.
Rob steps to his limo, but stops again.
YFA: Pat Martin booked me in a match with my former protégé, Tomas Luger, and the JENT comedy act. Maybe he thinks putting me in a match against the man I took under my wing and turned on me and one of Ray’s lackeys would temporarily quench my thirst for blood.
Rob laughs, but not his usual goofball laugh. It’s more maniacal… unnatural.
YFA: Tomas has finally come close to what I thought he could be…yet he still looks like a poser. Luger you are nothing more than a mesh of what others gave you. You will never learn to bring something of your own to the table. Andrei, Dustin, and I tried to show you the road and hoped you could feed yourself along with way. Instead, you’ve stolen from other travelers along the way. You aren’t my focus or reason for being here, but knocking you down a few pegs will give me a small amount of pleasure.
Rob takes a breath and the look in his eyes is one of absolute hate.
YFA: I am not even going to dignify the Lackey by saying his name. A man that answers to the Bi-sexual Bitch and Ray doesn’t deserve it. As far as I’m concerned, breaking you in this match will be doing you a favor. You will certainly get treated better than I’ll treat Ray, but when this match goes down…everyone will see my killer instinct. You and Tomas will get the taste of Rob Blondie know one has every had. My Blonde hair will be dyed red with your blood. My baptism into Ray’s world will be through you.
Rob says no more. He simply steps into the limo and rides. Away.
