Professor Salmi: ....due to its importance to life, blood is associated with a large number of beliefs. One of the most basic is the use of blood as a symbol for family relationships; to be "related by blood" is to be related by ancestry or descendance, rather than marriage.
This bears closely to bloodlines, and sayings such as "blood is thicker than water" and "bad blood", as well as "Blood brother". Blood is given particular emphasis in the Jewish and Christian religions because Leviticus 17:11 says "the life of a creature is in the blood." This phrase is part of the Levitical law forbidding the drinking of blood or eating meat with the blood still intact instead of being poured off.
Mythic references to blood can sometimes be connected to the life-giving nature of blood, seen in such events as childbirth, as contrasted with the blood of injury or death.
Among the Germanic tribes (such as the Anglo-Saxons and the Norsemen), blood was used during their sacrifices; the Bl�ts. The blood was considered to have the power of its originator, and, after the butchering, the blood was sprinkled on the walls, on the statues of the gods, and on the participants themselves. This act of sprinkling blood was called bleodsian in Old English, and the terminology was borrowed by the Roman Catholic Church becoming to bless and blessing. The Hittite word for blood, ishar was a cognate to words for "oath" and "bond", see Ishara. The Ancient Greeks believed that the blood of the Gods, ichor, was a mineral that was poisonous to mortals.
In short, Blood has its place in all societies and with all peoples. It can represent many things to many people. Here to speak now on another aspect of Blood is my friend and donor of the new particle accelerator project we have this year, professional wrestler and entrepreneuer "The Nitemare" Rob Osbourne.
NRO: Thank you Safouene. Students, let me tell you about another use of the word Blood. Blood is like...is like...a rotting festering pile of emotions that cannot embrace deaths gentle embrace fast enough for his own liking and inflicts grand scales of pain on himself and his victims and that is how he goes on.
But what Blood is to the wrestling world is one of those guys that shows up every now and again wins a bunch of matches, maybe even some gold, starts shit with his ego, and then skips town right before all hell breaks loose....
**Just then a student near the back of the lecture hall, well out of solid visual range blurts out "Like you, ya douche bag?" Osbourne becomes enraged. He lunges forward as if to attempt to ferret out the young lad. At the last moment he pulls it together and returns to the lecturn and continues speaking**
NRO: Hey, I WAS that guy. But not anymore. Really. I am a changed man. I have turned over a new leaf. You see, I know that I can enter any given promotion and raise the ratings. sell out arenas, and make everyone a ton of money. But in my path, i have had a history of letting my ego get the best of me and destroy that promotion from within, like a sickening cancer. Kind of like Blood. So we aren't that different, you and me.
No, in fact we have danced the same dances and laid waste to the same pathetic excuses for competition thrown our way.
Jeff Jericho father and son. I have danced that dance a time too many for my liking. Z-Pac, Reinhardt and the rest of the Boston Pops, the would be leade,r Mike Van Pro. Benn there, done that with a wiffle ball bat. How about these guys Maniac, Jimmy Blast, Pledge Alligence, Jimmy Luciano, Chemical X, Paul Blair, Hudson...do you want to do this old school pissing contest about who beat who when? I don't really feel like it. It's like two old junk yard dogs trying to prove who has more scars, aches and pains and who can handle more alcohol and narcotics to deal with the pain. I've gotten nothing to prove. Not to you, not to Xamin, not to anyone. i'm just here to see the game from a different light if you will. I just want to come, in all Mickey Rourke in The Wrestler and want to prove to myself. ME - that I can still come out here night after night and not only embarrass the likes of you other clowns from my "era"but also show these young punks what pain is all about.
With that being said I want to talk about a different kind of blood. The real blood of relatives and what it means to me. Nothing. Not anymore. Except for that of my wife, my children, and my brothers. Those brothers that take pride in their pedigree if you will. The Crippler Joe Osbourne was one of the greatest wrestler's of the black and white era. My dad once body slammed Ernie The Catt Ladd, and that wasn't an everyday occurance. My son Robbie Jr., or Bob Osbourne as he likes to go by, is working his way through the Indy circuit, honing his craft preparing to take over the reigns when myfinal days come and I officially pass the torch. But we are far from that day you be assured.
My younger brother Eric went on a Canadien Expedition three years ago and has not been heard from since. My mother still holds out hope. My brother Chris throws back about a liter of Crown a night while he runs my club in Nashville. My mother has lost all hope with him. She is content of his existance, after his bout with twinkies and World of Warcraft after he broke his back and got so addicted to WOW he had to be hospitalized. After he got out, the docs suggested he retire. It killed him. Now he gets his weirdo fix by turning my club in Nashville all gothic and shit. It's stupid and it's gay and I hate it.
And then there is my bastard brother who denies the power of just saying his true name. Instead, he hides behind a monicker of Pledge Alligence. You see, for those of you who didn't see the whole disgusting story of my father's road bitch's bastard son play out on television a few years back, it went a little something like this. My father, being the handsome Osbourne man that he was, had "girls" in most of the major stay overs outside of Tennessee. Well, apparently one night dad had a half a quart of Jim Beam, a couple of qualudes and he didn't ...well...kids...he didn't practice safe sex, and his delayed reaction time resulted in your American Hero. Of course, considering his mother was a little arena whore getting nailed by wrestlers and rockstars, my dad gave her life meaning. He gave her Pledge. It' kind of funny actually. My dad gave his mom a reason to live, and I give Pledge a reason to live. He lives to beat me. But he knows it won't happen. and the day it does, is when he will lay down and die. His lifes goals complete. Se la ve or what the fuck ever it is the say in France Safouene, but that day is not upon us. Neither is the day i lose any gimmick match you can throw my way Blood.
Let me ask you something, have you ever been in an exploding glass turnbuckle barbed wire rope match? I have, in the AIW with Lu Yen, yes the same Lu Yen that once a champion here in the CWF. Blood. It's time for me to put you down, hopefully for good. Students, I want you to realize how honored you should be to have heard me speak here today. It is one of those things you will pass on to your children's children. The day you were 20 feet from Rob Osbourne. So I want to offer you my sage advice - don't eat chex without the milk. Don't eat yellow snow. And no matter what ANYONE says, bell bottoms are not coming back in style! Thank you!!!! Professor, you have the lecturn.
