Post by Odin Balfore on May 4, 2013 22:50:36 GMT -5
WCF – SLAM!
Main Event
Trios Cup
Brad Kane/ Odin Balfore / Oblivion
vs
Pantheon
Scene One – A Legend in 10 easy to follow steps
( Monologue )
Step one, fake a bullshit injury by a man you could crush like a walnut.
Step two, pretend to go crazy selling magazines no one wants.
Step three, make outrageous demands for a contract that you'll use to wipe your own ass.
Step four, sign with foreign promotion for the “ LOLZ”
Step Five, EXTORTION, EXTORTION, EXTORTION! ( in that order )
Step six, purposely get fired for ultimate bargaining.
Step seven, take it to Twitter
Step eight, get rehired at ludicrous pay scale and ridiculous terms in a closed door meeting
Step nine, choke slam the new world champion AGAIN ( also for the “ LOLZ” )
Step ten, watch the world burn.
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Scene Two – Rising Sun
Monday - 8PM – Happy Sumo Restaurant
* Odin walks into the Happy Sumo restaurant in Osaka, weary and stiff from the plane trip over the pacific. The restaurant is just starting to pick up as the shifts to a more hip crowd. This quiet day time restaurant is slowing becoming a night spot dance club but Odin walks up to the bar and sits down with a kink in his neck to crack. Shortly there after two men approach him, goofy looking twenty-somethings, one with a video camera an the other with a smile so wide, you couldn’t take him serious. They sit on either side of Odin as they bow their heads. The big grin speaks broken English, not sure weather hes allowed to touch Odin on the shoulder or not, as if to say “ HI;” so he just bows again.*
Big Grin – O-din, It is very big hon-nar. We film, we film. Pic-cha, - pic-cha.
* Odin glances behind him and notices the camera kid peel out from the view finder with an enthusiastic nod and thumbs up. *
Big Grin – This for JGPX website. Very excited news!
Odin – Does this “ pic-cha, pic-cha “ come with saki ?
Big Grin – yes, yes!
* Big Grin calls over to the bar tender for some saki then turns back to Odin. *
Big Grin – So, O-Din. Are you excited for match this week?
Odin: What match?
Big Grin: Match on slam.
Odin: Ask away.
Big Grin: Who biggest star, you or opponents?
Odin: Who are my opponents?
Big Grin: You opponents are: Jonny Fly, Corey Black and Jeff Purse.
Odin: Who?
Big Grin: Jeff-a, Purse. Yaba. Baba.
Odin: Right, Right. Yaba Baba. What did he do again?
Big Grin: World Champion.
Odin: Who did he beat?
Big Grin: Eric Price.
Odin: Right, Right. He beat Eric Price then didn't defend his title for three months then lost his title then left. Does that seem about right? If he wasn't jobbing out to the FlyCock then he wouldn't be anywhere near that belt except seeing the reflection of his head bobbing up and down. You see, that's how you get close to a Jonny Fly title run. In order not to become a supposed Fly Jobber, you, yourself must BE a Fly Jobber – as he always so eloquently puts it. Over the summer Purse and Price were barely treading water, now both of them want to walk around with a stick up their ass like the boys owe them something. The top spot is something he hasn't earned and will never earn. You wana talk about stars, legends, top guys, then look across the ring at BK, Oblivion and myself. Back then, the world title wasn't passed around like a drunken prom date. Back then, you had to earn that belt.
Big Grin: I think Jeff Purse would-a diss-agree.
Odin: Well would ya look at that, a women that doesn’t know any better.
Big Grin: What about Jonny Fly?
Odin: Look at that, a women that doesn’t know any better.
Big Grin: Corey Black.
Odin: There was a time long ago when Corey Broken, like me, was feared. We ran this company. we, me and him built it back up from the ground and here he is, letting Fly knock it around like a drunken carney in a bumper car. I don't like Him, that ain't no secrete but he's just playing second fiddle to Jonny Fly. Blacks able to run the company by himself and with more success then Fly. So this right here, this power play by Jonny and his followers are because they know they can't make it in WCF alone. Purse, Striker, Black, you name them, anyone that joins Pantheon, hides behind pantheon because they have nothing to show for it. Thats why Purse got his belt, that's why he didn't have to defend it, that’s why Striker made it though into a world title picture. Pantheon is nothing more then a watered down union. They want to control it all because if they don't, then they won't survive. This week, its divide and conquer. Forget the past. I can tell you right now that BK, Oblivion and myself aren't going to Slam to come up short.
Big Grin: How did you manage to get in good with the board of directors?
Odin: Helps to have a friend on the board.
Big Grin: Hai!
Odin: History is well documented but there is one thing that Fly is over looking. ME! He might harp on some win, loss statistics but what he cant over look is that I'm a one man stable killer. DangerTainment, My own stable, twice, Genesis. Those arn't accomplishments really but if he wants to toss out examples, those are a few. Right now I got Fly, Black and Purse, who has no business being in the ring with me. They are how ever, the higher ups and lord knows how much I enjoy smashing the higher ups. Ask Seth and CD if Fly doesn't believe me. To sell me short, as Fly wants to do is suicide, might as well call me cyanide. I bet they think they will dominate this match with the war cry of Yaba Daba and a box of pudding in hand but they couldn't be more wrong. See, unlike Purse, I didn’t return to feud with mid card idiots like Eric Price. Hell, I didn't even come back to feud with Twilight, which you might as well refer to her in the Eric Price category. No, I came to get whats mine. I got my contract and I'm going to get the world title. I'm not here to step between Pantheon and Seth. I'm not a pro pantheon guy nor am I a pro Seth guy. I'm on the Odin Balfore team. Seth, BK, Oblivion, they just happen to fall along side team Balfore. I'm not here to make friends with anyone, I'm not in the Wrestling Championship Friendship Federation. I'm just in the plain ol' WCF. Somewhere along my tenure, that's changed. I'm going to change it back.
By purpose or mis-step, Pantheon put themselves at the head of that problem. Odin Balfore, Brad Kane and Oblivion are going to take care of that problem. We are the way WCF used to be, when you had to fight and you could see a man die in that ring. Now a “grueling,” hell-acious” match is a humiliation match in which Sarah Twilight wins? Bitch, earlier in the night, people were set on fire. Fuck Twilight, fuck what shes about. In my eye, Twilight and Pantheon are no different from each other. There may have been one time where I could respect Corey Black for all that we did in WCF but right now, hes part of the problem too and he needs to get re-acquainted with my powerbomb again.
Big Grin: What about his elbow smash?
Odin: What about My elbow smash?! What about my big boot, my powerbomb, my choke slam. Like I said, I didn't come back just to wash over into some other titles. I'm here to return back to its glories days, when I ruled the company. When Championships meant something, when Champions where somebody. When title matches where title matches and when Odin Balfore ruled this company and no one could stop him. Trios Cup: its old WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP FEDERATION verse World championship friendship force. Bunch of pussy's is what this company is now. Everyone except for BK, Oblivion and I because you know that we can all do more then just kick ass- we end careers. Sunday isn't an example of power or intention, the world knows that. Sunday night, BK, Oblivion and myself are going to walk into this new WCF, in the trios cup- start with Pantheon, and work our way through it until there is no more WCF as it is known now.
We aren't going to eat pudding out of a cup either. We are going to to devour the rest of WCF in the skulls of Pantheon. I'm going to get that world title shot, just for the sake of formality and I'm going to once again Be world champion. Then I'm going to demo Death Fort, and build a strong hold with the bodies and blood of the fallen World Friendship Force- starting with Pantheon. Ending with who ever has the misfortune of making it to the end of the tournament with us. I'll make sure Oblivion gets to them first because it'll be nothing compared to the horror I can inflict.
Big Grin: Is that why you made friends with the board of directors?
* A man walks over and stands next to Odin. *
Man: I don't know about friend. I just know what it takes to turn a company around. If you call running shows on Net Flicks as a “ step up.” then you must have shit for brains.
Odin: Cyrus!
* Odin and Cyrus shake, an older, bald headed man that looks like hes just out of an action film. *
Cyrus: And you're welcome for this gig too. Hate to pry you away from your fans but Tanaka wants to see you in the back room.
* Odin nods. *
Odin: Excuses me fella's.
* Odin gets up and follows Cyrus around the bar and towards the back room. *
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Scene Three: KIENTAI!
* Odin and Cyrus walk into the smokey back room where a short, fat, wrinkled and gruff looking man sits at a desk, flanked by fit younger men in suits, no doubt Yakuza members. *
Cyrus: Tanaka – Odin. Odin- Tanaka.
Tanaka: I wanted to welcome you in person. Please, sit and have some saki.
Odin: Twist my arm.
* Odin sit across from Tanaka as one of the suits pours two cups of Saki. *
Tanaka: In honor of our partnership, and the traditional values of Japan, we drink Saki. But first, you need to prove your worth as a warrior. We have no doubt that you'll kill many jobbers but jobber kill is no test of a true warrior.
* Another one of the suits puts a plated dragon egg in front of Odin. *
Tanaka: Thousand year egg. It is a Japanese custom but you Americans, no do it. This egg is said to have mystical properties. This egg had a twin, fused together by time and space eons ago. If you eat it, not only will have our respect but you'll be bound to the person that ate the other egg.
* Odin looks at the egg, then back at Tanaka. *
Odin: I'm not eating that.
* one of the suits draws a gun. *
Cyrus: Odin, you might wana reconsider. What you're doing is very disrespectful. Not to mention stupid.
Odin: So let me get this straight. I'm your newest hire and you want me to eat a rotten chicken egg?
Tanaka: Egg of the phoenix.
Odin: Chicken egg, same difference.
Tanaka: I allow you into my country, into my establishment, into my company and you disrespect me.
You know, I've killed people for less.
Odin: For less, interesting.
Cyrus: Odin, you arnt among friends, may I remind you.
Odin: I'm never around friends.
* Odin picks up egg and bites into it, never taking his gaze off Tanaka. He swallows a chunk as swigs down a shot of Saki. Odin pounds down his little cup of saki. Tanaka and the other yakuza look shocked and stunned. *
Tanaka: What did you do?!
Odin: Washed it down.
Tanaka: That was ceremonial!
Odin: So pour another.
Cyrus: Its symbolic.
Tanaka: You've dishonored us. Now you must repent.
* Tanaka puts a cloth and a dagger on the table. Cyrus face palms himself before he folds his hands together behind his back, knowing whats about to happen. *
Cyrus: You gotta cut your pinky off.
Tanaka: hai! But no. Americans arn't concerned with their pinky. This is more.. personal.
* The yakuza starts chanting. *
Yakuza: Kaientai! Kaientai! Kaientai !
Odin: Cyrus, what are they saying?
Cyrus: you.. don't wana know..
Tanaka: We choppy – choppy – your pee-pee!
Odin: Ha! Yah ok. You almost had me going right there.
Cyrus: Odin, they arnt joking.
Odin: They're going to need a bigger sword.
* Tanaka reaches down and pulls out a katana. Odin flips the table and throws his chair at the group before smashing through the wall, and escaping to the city streets, with his man hood intact. He runs down the street and down an allyway before jumping into a dumpster to try and evade the pissed off yakuza. There must have been something in that egg because Odin starts convulsing and sweating profusely as he starts to lose his train of thought and slip into unconsciousness. *
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Scene Four – The WCF Super Friends.
( The WCF Super Friends HQ, Friendship, Wisconsin )
MEAN WHILE BACK AT THE SUPER FRIENDS FORTRESS OF FRIENDSHIP.. …
* Four men in superhero outfits sit in a semi circle around a large table, across from a large TV monitor. In order from left to right they are:
Admiral Admiration
Colour Fellow
The European Shoulder Bag
and Aqua Man
Let us listen in on their niceties. *
AA: And such would be the heroic dedication of the Admiral Admiration statue, graciously overlooking all who gaze upon it, admiring them with mirror greatness as they admire me.
CF: If you do, Imma have the NAACP down here so fast, it'll make your biscuits and gravy spin. Thats insensitive.
AA: How would it be insensitive. Its MY gift to the world.
CF: What color would it be?
AA: The only color that matters.
Aqua Man: Fish!
ESB: For the last time, fish is not a color!
* Aqua Man readies his back hand.. *
Aqua Man: Fish is the only color!
AA: Actually, Aqua man is right. Its Salmon colored.
CF: That's Racist! What about all that my color has gone through.
AA: What color are you, exactly?
CF: Mocha.
Aqua Man: Mocha ain't no fish I ever heard of.
ESB: For the last time, fish is not a col-
AA: Look at that, Aqua mans two for two. I never heard of the majestic mocha fish before either; out side of this conversation. So its settled then, the Admiral Admiration statue will be installed on the front lawn in the only color that matters. May the Admiration be glorious!
ESB: I don't agree with that -
AA: Thank you Aqua Man.
Aqua Man: It's what I do.
AA: Now that THAT issue is settled. Lets move onto more pressing issues. The World Coalition of Friendship or WCF for short is under siege by three brutes. Master tactician Brad Kane, a creature from beyond called Oblivion and some time traveling Wizard called Odin Balfore. What do you propose we do about this menace as they threaten our foundation of peace,love and harmony.
Aqua man: I say we drive them into the sea where they will be drowned and disposed of!
AA: No,no. Then we'd be no better then they.
ESB: I say we join hands in a prayer circle around them.
AA: Thats an idea.
CF: We should take this issue to the streets, we'll have sit ins and peaceful protests!
AA: Even better idea. These bastards won't get away with their foul deeds.
ESB: Admiral Admiration!?
AA: Sorry.. I lost my cool there. I wasn't being very admirable.
ESB: No, you wernt.
* Just then the three devious, dastardly, terrible three appear on the big screen in front of The World Coalition of Friendship. *
Odin: World Coalition of Friendship. Soon it marks your death. It has been foretold, so it shall come to pass. Sunday night, very soon indeed will your days of friendship and protecting each other come to an end. Everything has become far too peaceful and it sickens us with each passing day. You have turned the world into something that it can never truly be and we The World Coalition of Fury will temper you will in the fires and tribulations of your own blood!
Oblivion: IT WILL BRING YOU FEAR. IT WILL SHOW YOU PP-AA-II-NNN. No amount of clapping shall bring you back from where IT WILL SSS-EEE-NNND YOU
Brad Kane: I'm not too sure what those two are sayin, but I'm gunna slit your throats while you sleep. I can't be more direct then that.
CF: This is some cracka-ganda you got goin on here!
AA: Admiral Admiration does not admire this at all.
ESB: The European Shoulder Bag does not appro-
Odin: What you four got going on here, in your little tree huger house is not what the world is about. Soon it will all become very clear that our WCF is better then yours and we will take over the world!
Oblivion: YOU WILL BE NO MORE THEN A MEMORY OF TIMES LONG PAST.. BB—II--TTT-CC-HH-EESSS
ESB: GASP! Potty mouths!
AA: The world hates a potty mouth.
* On screen Brad Kane just glances over to his two team mates. *
Brad Kane: Potty Mouth? What are you; a bunch of pussy? All he did was call you pickle smooches a couple of bitches. Quite frankly, lets be honest, you are. Admirable Admiration? Give me a fucking break. All you'll be admiring is my foot up your ass on Sunday. And you, European Shoulder Bag? What the fuck is that shit? What the hell kind of name is that? Might as well call yourself Jeff Purse or something.
* The European Shoulder Bag starts to sobb. *
Brand Kane: You see, this is exactly what I mean.
* Admiral Admiration tries to console the weeping ESB. *
Brad Kane: Yah, that’s right, have a big ol hump fest over there. Don't worry purse boy, When I'm done kicking A.A's ass over there, I'll hand you his balls. Maybe then you'll have enough sack to your name to stand up like a man and receive the beating you oh so very well deserve. And YOU Colour Fellow. Call it like it is. You only stick around because If I caught you alone in an ally way, there’s no amount of affirmative action in the world that would save you from the vicious beating I'd give you. That’s why you stick around with these fucking losers...
* ESB starts to cry more. *
Brad Kane: You figure, hey, strength in numbers. Even if those numbers are queerer then a three dollar bill with A.A.s face on them, stuck up The Shoulder Bags ass hole. Let me make one thing painfully clear. I. Don't. Like. You. Any of you. I don't like who you are, what you stand for or what ever the hell it is behind closed doors. Probably, I don't know... try and make some fruity ass statue.
ESB : * sobb *.. yaba- daba... * sob* Its not a color.
* Aqua readies his back hand but the Admiral shakes his head and aqua man stands down. *
Brad Kane: oh, I'm sorry. Did I hurt someones feelings?
A.A: It's gonna be the greatest statue in the world! You're just jealous!
* Brad Kane rolls his eyes *
Brad Kane: Yah, right. An I'm sure the world appreciates it too. They'll appreciate being reminded of all your failures on a daily basis. Face it, Sunday night is the day we're gunna kill you. Murder you. End you. Squash you two and captain dog shit over there. Back in the day Colour Fellow, you may have been a leader to the world but now you're nothing more then the shit you let dribble out of your mouth. You can't honestly believe a thing these other two say, can you? Its A.A's little club house over here with the walking fruit basket as his little flag girl, whirling the banner around. Face it negro-dumb-ass, you're just as fucked as they are. Your time running around playing WCF is over. You cant step up to us, you cant measure up to us and all your words of togetherness and peace and love don't mean shit in this world because you four are the only pussy’s that actually believe in it. NO, not anymore. You're looking at the real Trios.
ESB: * sobb * .. I want some pudding... * sobb *
A.A: I know, I know, we all want some pudding.
Brad Kane: This ain't about pudding ladies. This is about retribution. This is about retaliation. Righting the wrongs in which you have gravely committed. Fuck the four ya. Remember my name. Brad Fucking Kane because mine and my associates will be the last fucking faces you ever see.
* The screen cuts out and goes to black. *
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Scene Five – Blending In.
* Odin finally comes too, from his coma like sleep in the dumpster in the middle of downtown Osaka. He sits up, propping himself up on the lip of the dumpster. *
“ Wow and I thought I was fucked up. You know, if people were to ask me where you'd be in two years I'd tell that you'd be in some dumpster somewhere and turns out I was right.”
Odin: Fuck that Egg. UGHH..
“ Yah, it does that. Corey thought he was Betty White for five months when he did it. “
Odin: Corey?
“ Yah, Fuck that guy.”
Odin: Why am I still talking to myself?
“ Thats a good point, WHY are you still talking to yourself. You got the Yakuza on your ass and your sitting in a dumpster. You should probably get out of it. Get on the streets, blend in a little.“
Odin: I'm a seven foot white guy in the middle of Osaka, not gunna happen.
* Odin manages to crawl out of the dumpster and creep towards the corner facing the street where he sees a costume shop. *
“ I think I got an idea and trust me, it's a better idea then you've had in years. “
* Odin staggers across the street and into the costume shop only to re appear a few minutes later in a Godzilla costume. *
“ IN- FREAKEN-COG-NITO “
“ Come on Balfore, we got some jobbers to kill. “
* And with that Odin walks down the street blending in with the crowd until he disappears from view, all while people move out of his way and look confused about costumed man pass them. *
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Scene Six – Rage of Wild Fire
* Odin Balfore sits in silence , kept only company but the hum and the jet engines. On a Red Eye flight, over night, from Osaka to France. Odin sits up against the side of the plane, trying to sprawl out the best he can with a tape recorder in his hands. He brings the recorder close to his mouth and begins to speak. *
This, this is going to be what you get. An audio diary as I fly half way around the world again from Japan to France. Its funny in a way because all those who detract from my legacy have never even wrestled outside of Reading, P.A; let alone America. I'm flying half way around the world, not because I'm clutching onto something that I used to have but because it is something I have yet to be. I've heard it all up to this point; how I've lost everything. That I've lost that shine to my career, that intensity in my eyes; that its been dulled over but that couldn't be any further from the truth.
In truth, as you'll be hearing in this Red Eye audio diary; you'll be hearing more then just laments on a career. In another ironic twist, I'm one o the few WCF talents has a career to look back and lament on. There are several people who call me nothing or a has been- the very same people that never will be. In ten plus years of existing, only eighteen men have become WCF hall of Fame inductees Of all those men only Five men have claimed the right to say they've become grand slam champion. I am among one of those five men. Of those five, only two rebuilt the company. Of those two men, I'm the only one to fight the war. I took the showmens burden and the brunt of the weight on camera for Corey Black.
Thats a time long gone, some might say but in reality you are still living in a very Odin Balfore heavy company. Corey Black defeated the great evil in WCF, an evil that has not been seen since and many think to mock. Just because cancer has gone into remission, doesnt mean it was gone. I was a cancer that invaded the blood, sparking transfusion after transfusion of talent upon talent. I was the caner that effected the liver, the kidneys and the heart. I took the vital things right out from under the noses of the new blood that had no idea how to handle it. There were no anti-bodies so to speak that could properly combat me.
Hehe.. they even thought that they had some magic “cure all.” Like one shot, one injection, one pill, one treatment.. one.. anything.. anything, would be enough to destroy it once and for all. Even the weakest who survive a brush a with death can look back on that time with bravado and spit in the face of the one thing that brought him to his knees and gazed in his eyes with the piercing realization of death. There was for a time when WCF looked back and mocked its brush with death by the very man who helped to keep it alive.
I kept it alive, not because I needed too. My career, my pay checks, my savings, my legacy weren't and still aren't dependent on the success of WCF. I kept it alive to show the world that I could. Now the world sees me coming back and they think they're safe.
They think that Pantheon is that prescription.
They liken me to a wizard, to a relic. Even Jeff Purse compared me to Smokey the Bear and he was this forest fire. A forest fire? That's cute. That's an analogy that makes no sense. You can't be a forest fire in a company if you've never been a smoldering ember. There have been sixty-nine World Champions in WCF, over its history. Who is Jeff Purse among those sixty- nine? He was right in calling me Smokey The Bear because I put OUT the fires. The embers like him; I piss on. I extinguish him and people like him, over ninety nine percent of current WCF with the left over greatness that my legacy takes in.
At the end of the day, when we reach the end of our lifetimes, what ever buzz word people want to associate me with- I will stand alone in it. I'm going to stand above all these little , weak, and tired antibodies who tried to fight me off. They rejoice when evil is not around but they don't know how to react when it comes back.
Jonny Fly seems to think, shooting marshmallows at me in a dream is enough to defeat me. Even his subconscious, his unconscious- his mind in a state of rest still fears Odin Balfore. Even in Jonny Flys own mind he came across the great ruler of the land, exiled to a cave where the town could feel as if they live in relative safety. Fly comes across what he feels is a thing of the past yet he knows better and approaches it with the extreme caution that he should. Ultimately Fly “defeats me” with a marshmallow. In a dream Marshmallows represent timidness and the fact that you lack self confidence and he thinks that by trying to take that stand, they he'll have destroyed me once and for all. The Wizard that I represent is the power that I harness that he can never harness no matter how many marshmallows he uses. No matter how much he tries to instill self confidence and rid his mind of timid thoughts, he can't succeed. To have me disintegrate into ash may seem as though he won but all he did was signify his disappointment within himself because he can not truly defeat me and he regrets it. He WILL regret trying.
I Will make sure that he regrets it on Sunday as I pick him up by his neck and give him a view of the arena he hasn't seen a long time and use ,my knee as a pillow to lull him to sleep so that he can dream more dreams of the day he failed to beat Odin Balfore. That’s the great thing about me. These protectors of WCF, these men that take up the figure head role and responsibility that lead and are shown to be in a position of invulnerability and who by their very nature will never admit their fear or short comings, have no choice but to sleep and dream. In that dream, their real fears and vulnerabilities come out. This isn’t a dream though Fly, Its a walking, waking, breathing, choke slam, power-bombing, career ending, company killing – nightmare.
We can go one step further with that too because that smoldering ash that I become, that I represent when he feels as though he defeats me will become that forest fire. That smoldering ash will lay in the brush, in the grass and it will wait until the time comes to transform into an raging inferno of vengeance and retaliation.
I take it, that's what Jeff Purse wants to be; as he in-visions this glorious and triumphant return to a company that he has had absolutely zero effect on. That this ember is just going to reappear and explode into this fury but he is forgetting one thing; He is not a wizard. He is nobodies wizard and nobody would even wish to waste a perfectly good marshmallow to try and defeat him. Where as MY anger, my aggression.. my TRANSFORMATION back into the ever devastating, ever consuming evil that I've always been deep down will ravage and rage on, unchecked- roasting and eating you alive as you scream and twist in agony because the one thing you look towards to help has failed you. That one thing that set out on its quest for self fulfillment, Pantheon – failed. You came across the wizard and you thought you did something noble, something to be proud about but all you did was make it worse; now nothing can stop me. All you did was transform me into something so out of control, you have no choice but to back down and flee as I ravage and consume the very land you tried to protect from me.
You can not stop a wild Fire. You can not stop Odin Balfore.
With that said, Purse and Fly have already laid the ground work for their defeat, even if they don't know it yet. The Trios Cup in the embodiment, the physical realization of their worst nightmares and wildest dreams. The day I came back to WCF, same as the very day I first stepped foot in it. They want me to come back, they just don't want me to BE back. Unfortunately for them, I am.
Jeff Purse doesn’t want his return match to be a flop? A flop? That’s is entire career. Whats changed? He plans on winning, Fly plans on wining so they don't look like fools. So they can keep up this mystique that they can protect the company. Even my flops still make an impact, even the heat from the wild fire still burns but I'm not talking about the residual effects of my return. I'm talking about what WILL happen when I get back in that ring. There’s really no other way to say it to be coy or sound grandiose:
Pantheon ends here, at my hands. I'm going to power bomb the three of you till your lungs are in your feet.
Pantheon, I going to get you in my hands and crush the very life out of you so that the very embers you feel inside you are enough to snuff you out and suffocate you. This match isn’t about Trios, its not about eating pudding from a cup. Its about me walking back into that ring as the three of you look on with the same fear you all had some two years ago. I know that you remember, I know that Corey Black knows first hand. Well Sunday, Fly and Purse; you will know just as well if not even more how terrifying and destructive I can be in that ring when I'm just staring you in the eyes and you can see the life that you've led, flash before you and seem like a grain a salt in a great sea of despair and doubt- lost forever in the Shadow that I cast.
Odin Balfore is coming and there is no escaping his wrath .. nor the Ragnarok in his wake. After I rip down Pantheon with the help of Brad Kane and my fellow monster, Oblivion, no team has a hope in any dream or alternate universe of defeating us. This is the time when all of WCF sees you for what you are:
No better then anyone else.
You try as hard as you can to protect your short comings and kept your pathetic names afloat but no one can stop us from taking The Trios Cup and me, my World Title shot. Sunday will be known as the day that Pantheon was reduced to the burning pile of rubble that they really are.
Fuck your Yabba Dabba.. and I'll raise you A Bad Motha Fucka
Every story has a villain
Yours has just returned.
Every story has a happy ending.
Yours does not...
But a burnt and tattered page at the end of the book where you tried in vain to make a stand.
So I have spoken... so it shall … come to pass.
Main Event
Trios Cup
Brad Kane/ Odin Balfore / Oblivion
vs
Pantheon
Scene One – A Legend in 10 easy to follow steps
( Monologue )
Step one, fake a bullshit injury by a man you could crush like a walnut.
Step two, pretend to go crazy selling magazines no one wants.
Step three, make outrageous demands for a contract that you'll use to wipe your own ass.
Step four, sign with foreign promotion for the “ LOLZ”
Step Five, EXTORTION, EXTORTION, EXTORTION! ( in that order )
Step six, purposely get fired for ultimate bargaining.
Step seven, take it to Twitter
Step eight, get rehired at ludicrous pay scale and ridiculous terms in a closed door meeting
Step nine, choke slam the new world champion AGAIN ( also for the “ LOLZ” )
Step ten, watch the world burn.
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Scene Two – Rising Sun
Monday - 8PM – Happy Sumo Restaurant
* Odin walks into the Happy Sumo restaurant in Osaka, weary and stiff from the plane trip over the pacific. The restaurant is just starting to pick up as the shifts to a more hip crowd. This quiet day time restaurant is slowing becoming a night spot dance club but Odin walks up to the bar and sits down with a kink in his neck to crack. Shortly there after two men approach him, goofy looking twenty-somethings, one with a video camera an the other with a smile so wide, you couldn’t take him serious. They sit on either side of Odin as they bow their heads. The big grin speaks broken English, not sure weather hes allowed to touch Odin on the shoulder or not, as if to say “ HI;” so he just bows again.*
Big Grin – O-din, It is very big hon-nar. We film, we film. Pic-cha, - pic-cha.
* Odin glances behind him and notices the camera kid peel out from the view finder with an enthusiastic nod and thumbs up. *
Big Grin – This for JGPX website. Very excited news!
Odin – Does this “ pic-cha, pic-cha “ come with saki ?
Big Grin – yes, yes!
* Big Grin calls over to the bar tender for some saki then turns back to Odin. *
Big Grin – So, O-Din. Are you excited for match this week?
Odin: What match?
Big Grin: Match on slam.
Odin: Ask away.
Big Grin: Who biggest star, you or opponents?
Odin: Who are my opponents?
Big Grin: You opponents are: Jonny Fly, Corey Black and Jeff Purse.
Odin: Who?
Big Grin: Jeff-a, Purse. Yaba. Baba.
Odin: Right, Right. Yaba Baba. What did he do again?
Big Grin: World Champion.
Odin: Who did he beat?
Big Grin: Eric Price.
Odin: Right, Right. He beat Eric Price then didn't defend his title for three months then lost his title then left. Does that seem about right? If he wasn't jobbing out to the FlyCock then he wouldn't be anywhere near that belt except seeing the reflection of his head bobbing up and down. You see, that's how you get close to a Jonny Fly title run. In order not to become a supposed Fly Jobber, you, yourself must BE a Fly Jobber – as he always so eloquently puts it. Over the summer Purse and Price were barely treading water, now both of them want to walk around with a stick up their ass like the boys owe them something. The top spot is something he hasn't earned and will never earn. You wana talk about stars, legends, top guys, then look across the ring at BK, Oblivion and myself. Back then, the world title wasn't passed around like a drunken prom date. Back then, you had to earn that belt.
Big Grin: I think Jeff Purse would-a diss-agree.
Odin: Well would ya look at that, a women that doesn’t know any better.
Big Grin: What about Jonny Fly?
Odin: Look at that, a women that doesn’t know any better.
Big Grin: Corey Black.
Odin: There was a time long ago when Corey Broken, like me, was feared. We ran this company. we, me and him built it back up from the ground and here he is, letting Fly knock it around like a drunken carney in a bumper car. I don't like Him, that ain't no secrete but he's just playing second fiddle to Jonny Fly. Blacks able to run the company by himself and with more success then Fly. So this right here, this power play by Jonny and his followers are because they know they can't make it in WCF alone. Purse, Striker, Black, you name them, anyone that joins Pantheon, hides behind pantheon because they have nothing to show for it. Thats why Purse got his belt, that's why he didn't have to defend it, that’s why Striker made it though into a world title picture. Pantheon is nothing more then a watered down union. They want to control it all because if they don't, then they won't survive. This week, its divide and conquer. Forget the past. I can tell you right now that BK, Oblivion and myself aren't going to Slam to come up short.
Big Grin: How did you manage to get in good with the board of directors?
Odin: Helps to have a friend on the board.
Big Grin: Hai!
Odin: History is well documented but there is one thing that Fly is over looking. ME! He might harp on some win, loss statistics but what he cant over look is that I'm a one man stable killer. DangerTainment, My own stable, twice, Genesis. Those arn't accomplishments really but if he wants to toss out examples, those are a few. Right now I got Fly, Black and Purse, who has no business being in the ring with me. They are how ever, the higher ups and lord knows how much I enjoy smashing the higher ups. Ask Seth and CD if Fly doesn't believe me. To sell me short, as Fly wants to do is suicide, might as well call me cyanide. I bet they think they will dominate this match with the war cry of Yaba Daba and a box of pudding in hand but they couldn't be more wrong. See, unlike Purse, I didn’t return to feud with mid card idiots like Eric Price. Hell, I didn't even come back to feud with Twilight, which you might as well refer to her in the Eric Price category. No, I came to get whats mine. I got my contract and I'm going to get the world title. I'm not here to step between Pantheon and Seth. I'm not a pro pantheon guy nor am I a pro Seth guy. I'm on the Odin Balfore team. Seth, BK, Oblivion, they just happen to fall along side team Balfore. I'm not here to make friends with anyone, I'm not in the Wrestling Championship Friendship Federation. I'm just in the plain ol' WCF. Somewhere along my tenure, that's changed. I'm going to change it back.
By purpose or mis-step, Pantheon put themselves at the head of that problem. Odin Balfore, Brad Kane and Oblivion are going to take care of that problem. We are the way WCF used to be, when you had to fight and you could see a man die in that ring. Now a “grueling,” hell-acious” match is a humiliation match in which Sarah Twilight wins? Bitch, earlier in the night, people were set on fire. Fuck Twilight, fuck what shes about. In my eye, Twilight and Pantheon are no different from each other. There may have been one time where I could respect Corey Black for all that we did in WCF but right now, hes part of the problem too and he needs to get re-acquainted with my powerbomb again.
Big Grin: What about his elbow smash?
Odin: What about My elbow smash?! What about my big boot, my powerbomb, my choke slam. Like I said, I didn't come back just to wash over into some other titles. I'm here to return back to its glories days, when I ruled the company. When Championships meant something, when Champions where somebody. When title matches where title matches and when Odin Balfore ruled this company and no one could stop him. Trios Cup: its old WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP FEDERATION verse World championship friendship force. Bunch of pussy's is what this company is now. Everyone except for BK, Oblivion and I because you know that we can all do more then just kick ass- we end careers. Sunday isn't an example of power or intention, the world knows that. Sunday night, BK, Oblivion and myself are going to walk into this new WCF, in the trios cup- start with Pantheon, and work our way through it until there is no more WCF as it is known now.
We aren't going to eat pudding out of a cup either. We are going to to devour the rest of WCF in the skulls of Pantheon. I'm going to get that world title shot, just for the sake of formality and I'm going to once again Be world champion. Then I'm going to demo Death Fort, and build a strong hold with the bodies and blood of the fallen World Friendship Force- starting with Pantheon. Ending with who ever has the misfortune of making it to the end of the tournament with us. I'll make sure Oblivion gets to them first because it'll be nothing compared to the horror I can inflict.
Big Grin: Is that why you made friends with the board of directors?
* A man walks over and stands next to Odin. *
Man: I don't know about friend. I just know what it takes to turn a company around. If you call running shows on Net Flicks as a “ step up.” then you must have shit for brains.
Odin: Cyrus!
* Odin and Cyrus shake, an older, bald headed man that looks like hes just out of an action film. *
Cyrus: And you're welcome for this gig too. Hate to pry you away from your fans but Tanaka wants to see you in the back room.
* Odin nods. *
Odin: Excuses me fella's.
* Odin gets up and follows Cyrus around the bar and towards the back room. *
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Scene Three: KIENTAI!
* Odin and Cyrus walk into the smokey back room where a short, fat, wrinkled and gruff looking man sits at a desk, flanked by fit younger men in suits, no doubt Yakuza members. *
Cyrus: Tanaka – Odin. Odin- Tanaka.
Tanaka: I wanted to welcome you in person. Please, sit and have some saki.
Odin: Twist my arm.
* Odin sit across from Tanaka as one of the suits pours two cups of Saki. *
Tanaka: In honor of our partnership, and the traditional values of Japan, we drink Saki. But first, you need to prove your worth as a warrior. We have no doubt that you'll kill many jobbers but jobber kill is no test of a true warrior.
* Another one of the suits puts a plated dragon egg in front of Odin. *
Tanaka: Thousand year egg. It is a Japanese custom but you Americans, no do it. This egg is said to have mystical properties. This egg had a twin, fused together by time and space eons ago. If you eat it, not only will have our respect but you'll be bound to the person that ate the other egg.
* Odin looks at the egg, then back at Tanaka. *
Odin: I'm not eating that.
* one of the suits draws a gun. *
Cyrus: Odin, you might wana reconsider. What you're doing is very disrespectful. Not to mention stupid.
Odin: So let me get this straight. I'm your newest hire and you want me to eat a rotten chicken egg?
Tanaka: Egg of the phoenix.
Odin: Chicken egg, same difference.
Tanaka: I allow you into my country, into my establishment, into my company and you disrespect me.
You know, I've killed people for less.
Odin: For less, interesting.
Cyrus: Odin, you arnt among friends, may I remind you.
Odin: I'm never around friends.
* Odin picks up egg and bites into it, never taking his gaze off Tanaka. He swallows a chunk as swigs down a shot of Saki. Odin pounds down his little cup of saki. Tanaka and the other yakuza look shocked and stunned. *
Tanaka: What did you do?!
Odin: Washed it down.
Tanaka: That was ceremonial!
Odin: So pour another.
Cyrus: Its symbolic.
Tanaka: You've dishonored us. Now you must repent.
* Tanaka puts a cloth and a dagger on the table. Cyrus face palms himself before he folds his hands together behind his back, knowing whats about to happen. *
Cyrus: You gotta cut your pinky off.
Tanaka: hai! But no. Americans arn't concerned with their pinky. This is more.. personal.
* The yakuza starts chanting. *
Yakuza: Kaientai! Kaientai! Kaientai !
Odin: Cyrus, what are they saying?
Cyrus: you.. don't wana know..
Tanaka: We choppy – choppy – your pee-pee!
Odin: Ha! Yah ok. You almost had me going right there.
Cyrus: Odin, they arnt joking.
Odin: They're going to need a bigger sword.
* Tanaka reaches down and pulls out a katana. Odin flips the table and throws his chair at the group before smashing through the wall, and escaping to the city streets, with his man hood intact. He runs down the street and down an allyway before jumping into a dumpster to try and evade the pissed off yakuza. There must have been something in that egg because Odin starts convulsing and sweating profusely as he starts to lose his train of thought and slip into unconsciousness. *
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Scene Four – The WCF Super Friends.
( The WCF Super Friends HQ, Friendship, Wisconsin )
MEAN WHILE BACK AT THE SUPER FRIENDS FORTRESS OF FRIENDSHIP.. …
* Four men in superhero outfits sit in a semi circle around a large table, across from a large TV monitor. In order from left to right they are:
Admiral Admiration
Colour Fellow
The European Shoulder Bag
and Aqua Man
Let us listen in on their niceties. *
AA: And such would be the heroic dedication of the Admiral Admiration statue, graciously overlooking all who gaze upon it, admiring them with mirror greatness as they admire me.
CF: If you do, Imma have the NAACP down here so fast, it'll make your biscuits and gravy spin. Thats insensitive.
AA: How would it be insensitive. Its MY gift to the world.
CF: What color would it be?
AA: The only color that matters.
Aqua Man: Fish!
ESB: For the last time, fish is not a color!
* Aqua Man readies his back hand.. *
Aqua Man: Fish is the only color!
AA: Actually, Aqua man is right. Its Salmon colored.
CF: That's Racist! What about all that my color has gone through.
AA: What color are you, exactly?
CF: Mocha.
Aqua Man: Mocha ain't no fish I ever heard of.
ESB: For the last time, fish is not a col-
AA: Look at that, Aqua mans two for two. I never heard of the majestic mocha fish before either; out side of this conversation. So its settled then, the Admiral Admiration statue will be installed on the front lawn in the only color that matters. May the Admiration be glorious!
ESB: I don't agree with that -
AA: Thank you Aqua Man.
Aqua Man: It's what I do.
AA: Now that THAT issue is settled. Lets move onto more pressing issues. The World Coalition of Friendship or WCF for short is under siege by three brutes. Master tactician Brad Kane, a creature from beyond called Oblivion and some time traveling Wizard called Odin Balfore. What do you propose we do about this menace as they threaten our foundation of peace,love and harmony.
Aqua man: I say we drive them into the sea where they will be drowned and disposed of!
AA: No,no. Then we'd be no better then they.
ESB: I say we join hands in a prayer circle around them.
AA: Thats an idea.
CF: We should take this issue to the streets, we'll have sit ins and peaceful protests!
AA: Even better idea. These bastards won't get away with their foul deeds.
ESB: Admiral Admiration!?
AA: Sorry.. I lost my cool there. I wasn't being very admirable.
ESB: No, you wernt.
* Just then the three devious, dastardly, terrible three appear on the big screen in front of The World Coalition of Friendship. *
Odin: World Coalition of Friendship. Soon it marks your death. It has been foretold, so it shall come to pass. Sunday night, very soon indeed will your days of friendship and protecting each other come to an end. Everything has become far too peaceful and it sickens us with each passing day. You have turned the world into something that it can never truly be and we The World Coalition of Fury will temper you will in the fires and tribulations of your own blood!
Oblivion: IT WILL BRING YOU FEAR. IT WILL SHOW YOU PP-AA-II-NNN. No amount of clapping shall bring you back from where IT WILL SSS-EEE-NNND YOU
Brad Kane: I'm not too sure what those two are sayin, but I'm gunna slit your throats while you sleep. I can't be more direct then that.
CF: This is some cracka-ganda you got goin on here!
AA: Admiral Admiration does not admire this at all.
ESB: The European Shoulder Bag does not appro-
Odin: What you four got going on here, in your little tree huger house is not what the world is about. Soon it will all become very clear that our WCF is better then yours and we will take over the world!
Oblivion: YOU WILL BE NO MORE THEN A MEMORY OF TIMES LONG PAST.. BB—II--TTT-CC-HH-EESSS
ESB: GASP! Potty mouths!
AA: The world hates a potty mouth.
* On screen Brad Kane just glances over to his two team mates. *
Brad Kane: Potty Mouth? What are you; a bunch of pussy? All he did was call you pickle smooches a couple of bitches. Quite frankly, lets be honest, you are. Admirable Admiration? Give me a fucking break. All you'll be admiring is my foot up your ass on Sunday. And you, European Shoulder Bag? What the fuck is that shit? What the hell kind of name is that? Might as well call yourself Jeff Purse or something.
* The European Shoulder Bag starts to sobb. *
Brand Kane: You see, this is exactly what I mean.
* Admiral Admiration tries to console the weeping ESB. *
Brad Kane: Yah, that’s right, have a big ol hump fest over there. Don't worry purse boy, When I'm done kicking A.A's ass over there, I'll hand you his balls. Maybe then you'll have enough sack to your name to stand up like a man and receive the beating you oh so very well deserve. And YOU Colour Fellow. Call it like it is. You only stick around because If I caught you alone in an ally way, there’s no amount of affirmative action in the world that would save you from the vicious beating I'd give you. That’s why you stick around with these fucking losers...
* ESB starts to cry more. *
Brad Kane: You figure, hey, strength in numbers. Even if those numbers are queerer then a three dollar bill with A.A.s face on them, stuck up The Shoulder Bags ass hole. Let me make one thing painfully clear. I. Don't. Like. You. Any of you. I don't like who you are, what you stand for or what ever the hell it is behind closed doors. Probably, I don't know... try and make some fruity ass statue.
ESB : * sobb *.. yaba- daba... * sob* Its not a color.
* Aqua readies his back hand but the Admiral shakes his head and aqua man stands down. *
Brad Kane: oh, I'm sorry. Did I hurt someones feelings?
A.A: It's gonna be the greatest statue in the world! You're just jealous!
* Brad Kane rolls his eyes *
Brad Kane: Yah, right. An I'm sure the world appreciates it too. They'll appreciate being reminded of all your failures on a daily basis. Face it, Sunday night is the day we're gunna kill you. Murder you. End you. Squash you two and captain dog shit over there. Back in the day Colour Fellow, you may have been a leader to the world but now you're nothing more then the shit you let dribble out of your mouth. You can't honestly believe a thing these other two say, can you? Its A.A's little club house over here with the walking fruit basket as his little flag girl, whirling the banner around. Face it negro-dumb-ass, you're just as fucked as they are. Your time running around playing WCF is over. You cant step up to us, you cant measure up to us and all your words of togetherness and peace and love don't mean shit in this world because you four are the only pussy’s that actually believe in it. NO, not anymore. You're looking at the real Trios.
ESB: * sobb * .. I want some pudding... * sobb *
A.A: I know, I know, we all want some pudding.
Brad Kane: This ain't about pudding ladies. This is about retribution. This is about retaliation. Righting the wrongs in which you have gravely committed. Fuck the four ya. Remember my name. Brad Fucking Kane because mine and my associates will be the last fucking faces you ever see.
* The screen cuts out and goes to black. *
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Scene Five – Blending In.
* Odin finally comes too, from his coma like sleep in the dumpster in the middle of downtown Osaka. He sits up, propping himself up on the lip of the dumpster. *
“ Wow and I thought I was fucked up. You know, if people were to ask me where you'd be in two years I'd tell that you'd be in some dumpster somewhere and turns out I was right.”
Odin: Fuck that Egg. UGHH..
“ Yah, it does that. Corey thought he was Betty White for five months when he did it. “
Odin: Corey?
“ Yah, Fuck that guy.”
Odin: Why am I still talking to myself?
“ Thats a good point, WHY are you still talking to yourself. You got the Yakuza on your ass and your sitting in a dumpster. You should probably get out of it. Get on the streets, blend in a little.“
Odin: I'm a seven foot white guy in the middle of Osaka, not gunna happen.
* Odin manages to crawl out of the dumpster and creep towards the corner facing the street where he sees a costume shop. *
“ I think I got an idea and trust me, it's a better idea then you've had in years. “
* Odin staggers across the street and into the costume shop only to re appear a few minutes later in a Godzilla costume. *
“ IN- FREAKEN-COG-NITO “
“ Come on Balfore, we got some jobbers to kill. “
* And with that Odin walks down the street blending in with the crowd until he disappears from view, all while people move out of his way and look confused about costumed man pass them. *
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Scene Six – Rage of Wild Fire
* Odin Balfore sits in silence , kept only company but the hum and the jet engines. On a Red Eye flight, over night, from Osaka to France. Odin sits up against the side of the plane, trying to sprawl out the best he can with a tape recorder in his hands. He brings the recorder close to his mouth and begins to speak. *
This, this is going to be what you get. An audio diary as I fly half way around the world again from Japan to France. Its funny in a way because all those who detract from my legacy have never even wrestled outside of Reading, P.A; let alone America. I'm flying half way around the world, not because I'm clutching onto something that I used to have but because it is something I have yet to be. I've heard it all up to this point; how I've lost everything. That I've lost that shine to my career, that intensity in my eyes; that its been dulled over but that couldn't be any further from the truth.
In truth, as you'll be hearing in this Red Eye audio diary; you'll be hearing more then just laments on a career. In another ironic twist, I'm one o the few WCF talents has a career to look back and lament on. There are several people who call me nothing or a has been- the very same people that never will be. In ten plus years of existing, only eighteen men have become WCF hall of Fame inductees Of all those men only Five men have claimed the right to say they've become grand slam champion. I am among one of those five men. Of those five, only two rebuilt the company. Of those two men, I'm the only one to fight the war. I took the showmens burden and the brunt of the weight on camera for Corey Black.
Thats a time long gone, some might say but in reality you are still living in a very Odin Balfore heavy company. Corey Black defeated the great evil in WCF, an evil that has not been seen since and many think to mock. Just because cancer has gone into remission, doesnt mean it was gone. I was a cancer that invaded the blood, sparking transfusion after transfusion of talent upon talent. I was the caner that effected the liver, the kidneys and the heart. I took the vital things right out from under the noses of the new blood that had no idea how to handle it. There were no anti-bodies so to speak that could properly combat me.
Hehe.. they even thought that they had some magic “cure all.” Like one shot, one injection, one pill, one treatment.. one.. anything.. anything, would be enough to destroy it once and for all. Even the weakest who survive a brush a with death can look back on that time with bravado and spit in the face of the one thing that brought him to his knees and gazed in his eyes with the piercing realization of death. There was for a time when WCF looked back and mocked its brush with death by the very man who helped to keep it alive.
I kept it alive, not because I needed too. My career, my pay checks, my savings, my legacy weren't and still aren't dependent on the success of WCF. I kept it alive to show the world that I could. Now the world sees me coming back and they think they're safe.
They think that Pantheon is that prescription.
They liken me to a wizard, to a relic. Even Jeff Purse compared me to Smokey the Bear and he was this forest fire. A forest fire? That's cute. That's an analogy that makes no sense. You can't be a forest fire in a company if you've never been a smoldering ember. There have been sixty-nine World Champions in WCF, over its history. Who is Jeff Purse among those sixty- nine? He was right in calling me Smokey The Bear because I put OUT the fires. The embers like him; I piss on. I extinguish him and people like him, over ninety nine percent of current WCF with the left over greatness that my legacy takes in.
At the end of the day, when we reach the end of our lifetimes, what ever buzz word people want to associate me with- I will stand alone in it. I'm going to stand above all these little , weak, and tired antibodies who tried to fight me off. They rejoice when evil is not around but they don't know how to react when it comes back.
Jonny Fly seems to think, shooting marshmallows at me in a dream is enough to defeat me. Even his subconscious, his unconscious- his mind in a state of rest still fears Odin Balfore. Even in Jonny Flys own mind he came across the great ruler of the land, exiled to a cave where the town could feel as if they live in relative safety. Fly comes across what he feels is a thing of the past yet he knows better and approaches it with the extreme caution that he should. Ultimately Fly “defeats me” with a marshmallow. In a dream Marshmallows represent timidness and the fact that you lack self confidence and he thinks that by trying to take that stand, they he'll have destroyed me once and for all. The Wizard that I represent is the power that I harness that he can never harness no matter how many marshmallows he uses. No matter how much he tries to instill self confidence and rid his mind of timid thoughts, he can't succeed. To have me disintegrate into ash may seem as though he won but all he did was signify his disappointment within himself because he can not truly defeat me and he regrets it. He WILL regret trying.
I Will make sure that he regrets it on Sunday as I pick him up by his neck and give him a view of the arena he hasn't seen a long time and use ,my knee as a pillow to lull him to sleep so that he can dream more dreams of the day he failed to beat Odin Balfore. That’s the great thing about me. These protectors of WCF, these men that take up the figure head role and responsibility that lead and are shown to be in a position of invulnerability and who by their very nature will never admit their fear or short comings, have no choice but to sleep and dream. In that dream, their real fears and vulnerabilities come out. This isn’t a dream though Fly, Its a walking, waking, breathing, choke slam, power-bombing, career ending, company killing – nightmare.
We can go one step further with that too because that smoldering ash that I become, that I represent when he feels as though he defeats me will become that forest fire. That smoldering ash will lay in the brush, in the grass and it will wait until the time comes to transform into an raging inferno of vengeance and retaliation.
I take it, that's what Jeff Purse wants to be; as he in-visions this glorious and triumphant return to a company that he has had absolutely zero effect on. That this ember is just going to reappear and explode into this fury but he is forgetting one thing; He is not a wizard. He is nobodies wizard and nobody would even wish to waste a perfectly good marshmallow to try and defeat him. Where as MY anger, my aggression.. my TRANSFORMATION back into the ever devastating, ever consuming evil that I've always been deep down will ravage and rage on, unchecked- roasting and eating you alive as you scream and twist in agony because the one thing you look towards to help has failed you. That one thing that set out on its quest for self fulfillment, Pantheon – failed. You came across the wizard and you thought you did something noble, something to be proud about but all you did was make it worse; now nothing can stop me. All you did was transform me into something so out of control, you have no choice but to back down and flee as I ravage and consume the very land you tried to protect from me.
You can not stop a wild Fire. You can not stop Odin Balfore.
With that said, Purse and Fly have already laid the ground work for their defeat, even if they don't know it yet. The Trios Cup in the embodiment, the physical realization of their worst nightmares and wildest dreams. The day I came back to WCF, same as the very day I first stepped foot in it. They want me to come back, they just don't want me to BE back. Unfortunately for them, I am.
Jeff Purse doesn’t want his return match to be a flop? A flop? That’s is entire career. Whats changed? He plans on winning, Fly plans on wining so they don't look like fools. So they can keep up this mystique that they can protect the company. Even my flops still make an impact, even the heat from the wild fire still burns but I'm not talking about the residual effects of my return. I'm talking about what WILL happen when I get back in that ring. There’s really no other way to say it to be coy or sound grandiose:
Pantheon ends here, at my hands. I'm going to power bomb the three of you till your lungs are in your feet.
Pantheon, I going to get you in my hands and crush the very life out of you so that the very embers you feel inside you are enough to snuff you out and suffocate you. This match isn’t about Trios, its not about eating pudding from a cup. Its about me walking back into that ring as the three of you look on with the same fear you all had some two years ago. I know that you remember, I know that Corey Black knows first hand. Well Sunday, Fly and Purse; you will know just as well if not even more how terrifying and destructive I can be in that ring when I'm just staring you in the eyes and you can see the life that you've led, flash before you and seem like a grain a salt in a great sea of despair and doubt- lost forever in the Shadow that I cast.
Odin Balfore is coming and there is no escaping his wrath .. nor the Ragnarok in his wake. After I rip down Pantheon with the help of Brad Kane and my fellow monster, Oblivion, no team has a hope in any dream or alternate universe of defeating us. This is the time when all of WCF sees you for what you are:
No better then anyone else.
You try as hard as you can to protect your short comings and kept your pathetic names afloat but no one can stop us from taking The Trios Cup and me, my World Title shot. Sunday will be known as the day that Pantheon was reduced to the burning pile of rubble that they really are.
Fuck your Yabba Dabba.. and I'll raise you A Bad Motha Fucka
Every story has a villain
Yours has just returned.
Every story has a happy ending.
Yours does not...
But a burnt and tattered page at the end of the book where you tried in vain to make a stand.
So I have spoken... so it shall … come to pass.