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(the comments expressed herein may not necessariyl reflect those of The
"Clothesline Crew".)
Rob Always Wanted to Be On TV
By Bob Barnett
I hate Rob Feinstein.
This is not a non judgmental piece.
I've been waiting for 10 years for Rob to get his. I just never guessed he'd do it to himself.
I first met Rob on a Saturday morning in November 1994, in a crummy little gym in Cherry Hill, NJ, where Dennis Coraluzzo was holding a fan fair prior to a show that evening.
He was selling tapes with his dad. And right on his table was my copyrighted Eddie Gilbert tape that I had shot earlier that year. He acted contrite, and then kept on selling it. After I threatened him with legal action, he made me a deal to send me all ECW commercial tapes in lieu of damages. He sent me 4-all horrible quality, and then stopped.
In the mean time he had some argument with Paul E, and told Paul I was his (RF's) attorney and I was going to sue him-which was news to me. Paul E called me one afternoon and we discussed what a goof and liar Rob was.
After Rob reneged on our deal, I told him I'd do whatever was necessary to cost him business forever. His miserable service and tape quality did a better job than I could.
As he got more successful, he got more arrogant. And became a bigger liar.
He'd brag about having sex with porn stars, which we all knew was BS.
He'd brag about girlfriends that didn't exist.
He'd troll Internet boards, often under phony names, spreading lies, making threats, even defaming dead posters (Vanes Naldi on DVDVR.)
I constantly baited him, after I was warned he was going to a certain "youth night" at a local bar. I could have cared less if he had a sheep as a lover. But he was such a liar online, while everyone around him knew the truth.
Finally his arrogance hit new heights when he started ROH, threatening
everyone who copied ROH tapes, even though his whole business was built
on theft of other's comp tapes.
He finally hit rock bottom when instead of suing Mike King, who was copying
ROH tapes, he ratted him out to the FBI. Mike King is in, or about to
go to jail because Rob Feinstein is a punk.
When I first heard the news on Wednesday AM, I was skeptical. Several
people, including Bob Magee, tried to convince me the AIM log could have
been a fraud. But when I read it, it just smelled like Rob. By early afternoon,
I was sent framegrabs, with Rob's face not registering the fact that his
life was over. I wasn't gloating-yet. It was too amazing. Several people
e mailed me how sad it was.
That's when I got mad.
A pedophile isn't sad. He's a monster. What's sad are his victims. The
people that said it was sad were all too close to Rob, all benefitting
financially one way or another. Web hits. Side businesses. Everyone worrying
about another hit on the sleazy business of wrestling.
As if it would have been better for Rob to continue his fun with boys,
while those close to him continued to turn their heads over Rob's Aaron
Carter lookalike obsession.
Today, everyone involved with Rob tried to distance ROH and RF Video from Rob. They called it an incident, an obstruction. But they didn't call Rob a pedophile-that should be in jail, and registered as a sex offender.
I'll believe Rob is distanced from everything when he's forced to sell his home and car, because he has no other job skills. And now that he's finally a TV star, ironically he couldn't even get hired at the Langhorne McDonalds.
