Post by Rob Blondie on Nov 3, 2008 15:46:15 GMT -5
Your Favorite Attraction, the New Age Mafioso, and the man that will do whatever it takes to get what he wants and what he wants is vengeance…Rob Blondie…has been building an Empire. He has become something he never thought he would. He has become a criminal. He has become a bully. He has become a mobster. He has ordered lives destroyed. He has gained a nickname amongst the men whom he is now a contemporary…the Blonde Boss. While Kingpin has hidden himself away, Rob has taken over several of his “territories…” in and out of the ring. Now, Rob has more to do to delve into the life that was once Kingpin’s. We see him stepping out of a limo and walks toward a pier. He wears a very expensive tuxedo. Obviously, he is doing quick business before a function.
YFA: Let’s get this done, Mikey. I need to get that “campaign” check to the mayor of this shithole city. Where is he?
Mikey: He’s in Crate 24, Boss.
Rob makes his way to Crate 24. The closer he gets, the more you can here punches, kicks, groans, and pleading. Rob walks into the crate and stops the goons.
YFA: That’s good, gentlemen. (looking at whomever is being beaten) Its funny how the world goes round, isn’t it? There was a time I would have done anything I could to stop thugs from beating the shit out of you. I mean, you gave me my big breaks in acting and wrestling. I would never have been TWF champion or Germany’s #1 star if not for you.
Rob smiles for a moment, then looks serious.
YFA: Of course…you also took a good portion of the money I made during that time. You also have been taking a percentage of money I’ve made the past 8 years, even though you’ve done nothing to help my career. I’ve made you a wealthy man simply because I made the mistake of signing a contract with tiny, tiny print. You didn’t stop there, though. You managed to worm your way into TWF business when I was running things because of the contract I signed at 19. Do you honestly think anyone wanted to see you in the TWF after what you did? Yet, there you were…every…single…week…
Man: Please, Rob…I’ll sign anything you want and give you any money I have.
Rob smiles again.
YFA: Oh, money doesn’t interest me anymore. I have plenty. Honestly, what good would it do now for you to pay me money or end the contract deals? You’ve already shown me the disrespect and abused our relationship. No, the only thing I want now is my justice.
Man: Rob, I never meant anything personal…it was business!
YFA: Business? Business? Business IS personal! Another lesson from Kingpin. It’s ALL personal, Brian.
We now see that the man that has been beaten and now taunted is indeed Brian Black, former TWF owner and color commentator.
Black: Rob, this is extreme. I was there for you when Ashley left! I was there when TW passed!
Rob for the first time looks furious.
YFA: NEVER mention her again! What did you do to “be there” for me?
Try to convince me to go to Europe and work? HA! That simply meant more money for you!!!
Rob pulls himself together, straightens his tux, and sighs.
YFA: Brian, time for you to truly pay your debt to me. The only way you will receive true forgiveness from me.
Black: Wha-what, Rob?
Rob doesn’t answer. He simply nods to Mikey and walks out of the crate. Rob’s men grab the crate lid and begin to seal Brian Black inside. You can hear muffled yelling. As Rob gets into his limo, you can see in the background a crate being placed by inside a very large warehouse filled with hundreds of the same type of crates. Rob’s limo drives away.
YFA: Perhaps I could make the joke that we have top men looking into Black’s disappearance…top…men. Honestly, I am not interested in making light. I am not interested in this Devil’s Triangle Match. What about it would interest me?
Rob leans back unto the leather seat and takes a sip of bottled water.
YFA: I’m not interested in becoming a #1 contender to Eno nor Tomas. I am a 6 time World champion, both Heavyweight and Cruiserweight. I have nothing to prove there. I have no interest in teaming with Aaron or York. I’ve teamed with Aaron and won gold with him before. York is still wet behind the ear and I don’t have time for taking another greenhorn under my wing. I did that with Luger and it got me nowhere.
Rob knocks on the front window and tells the driver to slow down a bit.
YFA: I don’t have time to cut these damn promos. I have business to take care of and this is simply wasting the little private time I get. Devil’s Triangle? Seriously, is Dutch Mantel booking this shit? Are we going to have Jimmy Cornette trying to “yelling” the explanation of the rules to us? Please, I’m the man that was the first to overbook gimmick matches. Iler perfected it.
YFA lets out a breath.
YFA: I miss the days of Iler. I miss the days of true promos. I miss the Master of Language. Things were brilliant…yet simple. Even Andrei sounds smarter back then. Now these so called wrestlers all may as well be the Peanuts Gang’s parents. They bore me.
Rob’s limo pulls up to what looks to be a very nice mansion. Expensive autos and even more expensive women are all gathered outside of the home.
YFA: I came back here…broken record as it maybe…for Kingpin. Not to tag up with a pervert and a zit-faced kid. Not to wrestle against a man I made champion in the TWF, a cross dressing freak, a JENT reject…nor did I want to face a Jamaican Jerk off, a lower rent horror film character, or an Irish stereotype. Seems I’ve been put against every idiot in the company EXCEPT for the Damn idiot I came for.
Rob is about to get out of the car, but stops.
YFA: I will wrestle the match because I can take some frustrations out…but Patrick…I grow impatient. If I don’t get Kingpin, I will have to focus this energy on someone else…and you may not like the choice I make… think about it…
End
YFA: Let’s get this done, Mikey. I need to get that “campaign” check to the mayor of this shithole city. Where is he?
Mikey: He’s in Crate 24, Boss.
Rob makes his way to Crate 24. The closer he gets, the more you can here punches, kicks, groans, and pleading. Rob walks into the crate and stops the goons.
YFA: That’s good, gentlemen. (looking at whomever is being beaten) Its funny how the world goes round, isn’t it? There was a time I would have done anything I could to stop thugs from beating the shit out of you. I mean, you gave me my big breaks in acting and wrestling. I would never have been TWF champion or Germany’s #1 star if not for you.
Rob smiles for a moment, then looks serious.
YFA: Of course…you also took a good portion of the money I made during that time. You also have been taking a percentage of money I’ve made the past 8 years, even though you’ve done nothing to help my career. I’ve made you a wealthy man simply because I made the mistake of signing a contract with tiny, tiny print. You didn’t stop there, though. You managed to worm your way into TWF business when I was running things because of the contract I signed at 19. Do you honestly think anyone wanted to see you in the TWF after what you did? Yet, there you were…every…single…week…
Man: Please, Rob…I’ll sign anything you want and give you any money I have.
Rob smiles again.
YFA: Oh, money doesn’t interest me anymore. I have plenty. Honestly, what good would it do now for you to pay me money or end the contract deals? You’ve already shown me the disrespect and abused our relationship. No, the only thing I want now is my justice.
Man: Rob, I never meant anything personal…it was business!
YFA: Business? Business? Business IS personal! Another lesson from Kingpin. It’s ALL personal, Brian.
We now see that the man that has been beaten and now taunted is indeed Brian Black, former TWF owner and color commentator.
Black: Rob, this is extreme. I was there for you when Ashley left! I was there when TW passed!
Rob for the first time looks furious.
YFA: NEVER mention her again! What did you do to “be there” for me?
Try to convince me to go to Europe and work? HA! That simply meant more money for you!!! Rob pulls himself together, straightens his tux, and sighs.
YFA: Brian, time for you to truly pay your debt to me. The only way you will receive true forgiveness from me.
Black: Wha-what, Rob?
Rob doesn’t answer. He simply nods to Mikey and walks out of the crate. Rob’s men grab the crate lid and begin to seal Brian Black inside. You can hear muffled yelling. As Rob gets into his limo, you can see in the background a crate being placed by inside a very large warehouse filled with hundreds of the same type of crates. Rob’s limo drives away.
YFA: Perhaps I could make the joke that we have top men looking into Black’s disappearance…top…men. Honestly, I am not interested in making light. I am not interested in this Devil’s Triangle Match. What about it would interest me?
Rob leans back unto the leather seat and takes a sip of bottled water.
YFA: I’m not interested in becoming a #1 contender to Eno nor Tomas. I am a 6 time World champion, both Heavyweight and Cruiserweight. I have nothing to prove there. I have no interest in teaming with Aaron or York. I’ve teamed with Aaron and won gold with him before. York is still wet behind the ear and I don’t have time for taking another greenhorn under my wing. I did that with Luger and it got me nowhere.
Rob knocks on the front window and tells the driver to slow down a bit.
YFA: I don’t have time to cut these damn promos. I have business to take care of and this is simply wasting the little private time I get. Devil’s Triangle? Seriously, is Dutch Mantel booking this shit? Are we going to have Jimmy Cornette trying to “yelling” the explanation of the rules to us? Please, I’m the man that was the first to overbook gimmick matches. Iler perfected it.
YFA lets out a breath.
YFA: I miss the days of Iler. I miss the days of true promos. I miss the Master of Language. Things were brilliant…yet simple. Even Andrei sounds smarter back then. Now these so called wrestlers all may as well be the Peanuts Gang’s parents. They bore me.
Rob’s limo pulls up to what looks to be a very nice mansion. Expensive autos and even more expensive women are all gathered outside of the home.
YFA: I came back here…broken record as it maybe…for Kingpin. Not to tag up with a pervert and a zit-faced kid. Not to wrestle against a man I made champion in the TWF, a cross dressing freak, a JENT reject…nor did I want to face a Jamaican Jerk off, a lower rent horror film character, or an Irish stereotype. Seems I’ve been put against every idiot in the company EXCEPT for the Damn idiot I came for.
Rob is about to get out of the car, but stops.
YFA: I will wrestle the match because I can take some frustrations out…but Patrick…I grow impatient. If I don’t get Kingpin, I will have to focus this energy on someone else…and you may not like the choice I make… think about it…
End
