Post by Rob Blondie on Sept 18, 2008 15:08:36 GMT -5
Your Favorite Attraction, the man with the golden gun…and hair, and the man that likes the smell of shit better than the nasty smell that comes off the epitome of excrement, Ray Jones…Rob Blondie, is doing something he would never be seen doing just a few months ago. He is walking the slums of Nashville, TN.
YFA: Ray, this is where you came from. Oh, not this particular slum or this particular town…but they look familiar to you none the less. When you are wanting to know shit, you have to get into the sewers. This place is as close it comes.
Several homeless men look ready to rush Rob, but he sees them and pulls out something from behind him. It’s not shown on camera, but whatever it is makes them run.
YFA: Kingpin, I have no doubt that somewhere in this “neighborhood” are the boys you hired to do the deed. You wouldn’t use your own boys because you aren’t that stupid. If these bastards got caught, no way to tie it to you. Even better if they do get caught because they would want to claim they did it on their own to look big when they go to jail. I know the deal, Ray. I’ve learned a lot since you killed her.
Rob enters one of the buildings. The filth is apparent and the smell can only be imagined. He continues.
YFA: Yeah, I learned so much, Raymond. I’ve learned that no one misses thugs with no names…do they, fellows?
Camera scans and shows two men tied and gagged in the corner of the abandoned building.
YFA; Also, I’ve learned the advantages to being a slum lord. Also, self defense means never having to say, “Guilty for assault with a deadly weapon.”
Rob reveals that he’s carrying a GLOK.
YFA: Yes, it’s filed, Ray. I’ve learned all the little things…like how to shoot someone without causing major injury or blood lose. Just ask these guys…oh, you can’t. Trust me, they know too well about pain.
Rob looks at the screen and smiles…the scariest smile he’s every given.
YFA: Why am I not fearful of being arrested? Why am I not worried about going to jail? The same reason you aren’t, Ray….because I am wealthy…because I have learned the tricks of the trade…because I have learned that the law is shit. I own the cops here. I own the judges. Hell, I own the building…that is about to be condemned. (to the two thugs) Sadly, for you two, it also means you are, too.
Rob calmly tosses a knife in the middle of the two thugs. He walks out of the building as the two struggle to grab the knife. He walks as far away as he can from the building, but still look inside. He gives someone a signal.
YFA: Yes, Ray, trust me, I have learned the lessons very well.
Suddenly, the building implodes on itself. Dust and debris flies in the air.
YFA: These idiots got off easy, Ray. They were just your tools for what you did. Imagine what I’m prepared to do to you. I’m sure Patrick is freaking out…but what have you done in front of wrestling fed cameras, Kingpin? I told you I am going to be as low as you. This is the beginning. Your large afro’ed lackey and my former protégé can’t slow me down.
Rob eases his stance.
YFA: Tomas, why would you get in the ring with me knowing why I am here? We aren’t friends, but I don’t hate you. However, you and Kingpin’s pawn are in my way. You’re number 2 in the TWD. That is your lot in wrestling, Tomas. You are the perennial second banana. Second to Andrei, Second to Dustin, Second to Me, and now second to Eno. I’m going to knock you down more pegs, Luger.
Rob sighs.
YFA: …and as for the large afro’ed idiot from Kingpin’s crowd. Did you just see what I did to the thugs that did only one job for him? Do you think I’ll have any problem destroying you in that ring because Pat or Brent happen to be in the building? Do you think Ray will back you or help you? Ha! My suggestion to you is to simply stay out of my way and pray I don’t have to come for you to get to Raymond.
On that, Rob simply walks away.
YFA: Ray, this is where you came from. Oh, not this particular slum or this particular town…but they look familiar to you none the less. When you are wanting to know shit, you have to get into the sewers. This place is as close it comes.
Several homeless men look ready to rush Rob, but he sees them and pulls out something from behind him. It’s not shown on camera, but whatever it is makes them run.
YFA: Kingpin, I have no doubt that somewhere in this “neighborhood” are the boys you hired to do the deed. You wouldn’t use your own boys because you aren’t that stupid. If these bastards got caught, no way to tie it to you. Even better if they do get caught because they would want to claim they did it on their own to look big when they go to jail. I know the deal, Ray. I’ve learned a lot since you killed her.
Rob enters one of the buildings. The filth is apparent and the smell can only be imagined. He continues.
YFA: Yeah, I learned so much, Raymond. I’ve learned that no one misses thugs with no names…do they, fellows?
Camera scans and shows two men tied and gagged in the corner of the abandoned building.
YFA; Also, I’ve learned the advantages to being a slum lord. Also, self defense means never having to say, “Guilty for assault with a deadly weapon.”
Rob reveals that he’s carrying a GLOK.
YFA: Yes, it’s filed, Ray. I’ve learned all the little things…like how to shoot someone without causing major injury or blood lose. Just ask these guys…oh, you can’t. Trust me, they know too well about pain.
Rob looks at the screen and smiles…the scariest smile he’s every given.
YFA: Why am I not fearful of being arrested? Why am I not worried about going to jail? The same reason you aren’t, Ray….because I am wealthy…because I have learned the tricks of the trade…because I have learned that the law is shit. I own the cops here. I own the judges. Hell, I own the building…that is about to be condemned. (to the two thugs) Sadly, for you two, it also means you are, too.
Rob calmly tosses a knife in the middle of the two thugs. He walks out of the building as the two struggle to grab the knife. He walks as far away as he can from the building, but still look inside. He gives someone a signal.
YFA: Yes, Ray, trust me, I have learned the lessons very well.
Suddenly, the building implodes on itself. Dust and debris flies in the air.
YFA: These idiots got off easy, Ray. They were just your tools for what you did. Imagine what I’m prepared to do to you. I’m sure Patrick is freaking out…but what have you done in front of wrestling fed cameras, Kingpin? I told you I am going to be as low as you. This is the beginning. Your large afro’ed lackey and my former protégé can’t slow me down.
Rob eases his stance.
YFA: Tomas, why would you get in the ring with me knowing why I am here? We aren’t friends, but I don’t hate you. However, you and Kingpin’s pawn are in my way. You’re number 2 in the TWD. That is your lot in wrestling, Tomas. You are the perennial second banana. Second to Andrei, Second to Dustin, Second to Me, and now second to Eno. I’m going to knock you down more pegs, Luger.
Rob sighs.
YFA: …and as for the large afro’ed idiot from Kingpin’s crowd. Did you just see what I did to the thugs that did only one job for him? Do you think I’ll have any problem destroying you in that ring because Pat or Brent happen to be in the building? Do you think Ray will back you or help you? Ha! My suggestion to you is to simply stay out of my way and pray I don’t have to come for you to get to Raymond.
On that, Rob simply walks away.
