Gluttony Aug 10, 2016 21:06:54 GMT -5
Post by Corey Black on Aug 10, 2016 21:06:54 GMT -5
The Seven Deadly Sins
Chapter 3: Odin Balfore
Corey Black slept like a baby. Not because he's confident in his chances, but because Triple A brought the thunder, and his body needed to recoup. Nikki Venus is up and scrambling around the Philadelphia hotel room, putting a bag together for the two to take to the 2300 Arena.
Fuck shit shit.. get this damn camera out of my face!
WCF seemed to have sent a camera crew to document Corey's journey through the tournament. Good thing they showed up two days late. If only someone would have thought of this earlier, they could have been here from the beginning. Nikki rummaged through the drawer at bedside, but Corey's arm comes out of the blanket and he grabs her wrist. This startles Nikki, causing her to drop the bag she was putting together.
Damn Corey, don't do that! We're going to be late!
We aren't going to be late. Calm down. The tournament starts when I walk in.
Black peels the covers from his body to reveal bandages covering a large portion of his arms and torso. He winces in pain as he places both feet on the floor. He sighs deeply, pushing himself off the bed and walking toward the dresser on the other side of the room.
Could be worse.
You've got a big task tonight.
Nobody I haven't burned before.
Corey winks toward Nikki, who rolls her eyes and kneels down to put the contents of her bag back in place.
Later, at the 2300 Arena, Corey and Nikki are in the backstage area in Corey's locker room. He's in full gear now. Cuts, bruises, and even electrical burns make his body look more like a battlefield than a vessel of life. Corey is flipping a matchbook between his fingers, contemplating his options.
I've never been in an Inferno Match before. I'm not entirely sure what to expect.
Fire around the ring, put your opponent in it to win. It's kinda clear.
Clear? You think it's clear that I have to set another man on fire to win a wrestling match? Granted, it's Odin, and it is important, but FIRE?
You nearly electrocuted a man to death last night.
Man is pushing it. Triple A is a boy at best.
Just then, Hank Brown comes into the room with another cameraman. Corey's eyes widen and a smile forms on his face.
Camera guy can stay, but Hank - you gotta go. I'll get this done for WCF's Youtube page though.
Hank, dejected again, sulks out of the room. The cameraman positions himself beside the documentary cameraman.
It's great to finally have my voice back. It's just unfortunate that my efforts were met with more of the same. The entire time I was silent, over a month, it was explained that I would not speak until the newcomers of this great promotion knew exactly who their King was. And so, I ran through Vic Viceroy, Psychopomp and Triple A. What has occurred since then? More sass, more brash statements of negativity, and even a little bit of hostility. Mind you, Triple A, you did send me to a place I never want to go again. At the end of the day, though, the winner gets the points. And those two points last night, they are now in my column. But where do you possibly get off saying anything when you were the one on the mat for the three? And Baron, you puny bitch, you didn't even qualify for this tournament. You got taken out by that fruity Psychopomp. The same Psychopomp I had my way with in the first round. Leave this to the men that actually succeeded in gaining entry - and the men actually winning.
That just means I am one step closer to the sweep of the tournament. Only problem there is Odin Balfore stands in my way tonight, hell bent on setting me on fire. A fitting match, as his Godfather Bobby Cairo, also of PoonGuinea, met a similar fate as he was cast into an active volcano. He's a wizard of the utmost regard though, able to conjure entire careers worth of titles and wins in the blink of an eye. By conjure I mean running with the likes of Jason Kash and Tommy Knoxville to suck dry every last company they stepped foot in. Except WCF. We persevered. We withstood the Dangertainment onslaught, and because of it, Odin Balfore stayed put. He was the one who wanted competition, who wanted to earn his way through the ranks.
At first glance Odin seems like a cool dad. He probably vapes while listening to Deep Purple. And then you step into the ring with the Nordic Tank and he powerbombs you through the mat five times. I haven't forgotten, just like you haven't forgotten One, Odin. Our paths have been linked for years now, and no different than before, I will not yield until victory is mine. I understand you have the height and weight advantage. I realize you had an off night fighting Adam Young while I was nearly hospitalized for the rest of the year. That will not stop me from coming at you with all I've got. And believe me when I say - I have got some left. Enough to take my ass to the finals at the very least. That is the future though, let's remember fondly - the past.
You could say I was the start of the great Odin Balfore rise - and his fall. When he threw my body down to the ring, powerbombing me five times over, he showed the world his true colors. He wasn't a seven foot tall fool who happened to win the WCF World Title, he was a force to be reckoned with. That was September 5th, 2011. Five powerbombs, and then he picked me up because he wasn't satisfied with the damage done.
This is how I know you're a glutton, Odin. You had it all in your hands. The WCF World Title and the greatest wrestler to ever step foot in the ring, beaten down. You couldn't stop yourself, though. You had to have more. You HAD to prove your point with one more exclamation. A win wasn't going to satiate your hunger for immortality. You did what only a bottom-feeding glutton would do. You picked me up from a sure pinfall just to rub it in and use the Burning Hammer on me. That was it, nobody thought they'd see me again.
Helloween 2011, I made my return. I didn't need the face paint, I didn't need anything. Just me and you, Odin. And Torture tagged along on our wave. A panel of our peers and our critics said Odin Balfore was the best World Champion of the Year. And you were. Until January 1st, 2012. It took all I had, every last ounce of energy, but I conquered the All Father. I won my fifth World Title, I had my One main event and moment - all because of you. I would venture out there and say above all others, you are my greatest opponent. We battled at my very own show, surfing around the crowd on a wall of steel cage, one not getting the better of the other for nearly half an hour. Blow for blow, we traded shots and finally - when the dust settled, and the bell rang, I once again stood, head held high.
An argument could be made that you are on the same playing field as Logan. I could never beat that man, but once I did, I destroyed him match in and match out. It's the very same scenario for you. You nearly ended my career. I was about to hang them up, but it is because you went that extra mile - you added that one move to the string of powerbombs - you lit that fire. The desire to continue on and take you for all you're worth. At that time, it was the WCF World Title. At this time, it's the King of the Deathmatch trophy. The simple fact that it is Corey Black verses Odin Balfore makes the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.
Which will make beating you in this Deathmatch Tournament all the more sweeter.
After I light your giant ass on fire, I go through yet another electricity themed match against Mikey eXtreme, and wipe the goddamn floor with Adam Young on Friday - I'll move on and fight whatever unfortunate soul has the task of trying his hand at beating me again for the trophy. Hell, it might even be you, Odin. And let's face it, I hope you do make it. Beating you twice in a week will be the absolute best. My greatest opponent, the biggest challenge I have faced in my time here in WCF - falling by my hand twice. I won't put you out, because I respect you. I respect you like Batman respects The Joker. He realizes that without his foil, who is he? Who is Corey Black without Odin Balfore?
He's just Bruce Wayne.
But who is Odin Balfore without Corey Black? Just another guy hungry for the top but not having his time in the sun. Another glutton without the food, scratching and clawing his way to midcard mediocrity. I am Frankenstein, and you are my monster. I created you, the villagers have tried to end you, but it is my job to not only take you out of contention for a first place finish in this tournament, but
The great Odin Balfore fall continues tonight after a four year hiatus. Down to the depths of PoonGuinea with your carcass to rejuvenate and come back stronger than ever, because when it's all said and done, nobody will call you Odin Balfore anymore. No, no, no.
You'll be Odin Broken.
Corey pulls a match out and lights it on the book ... he looks at it for a few moments, moves closer to the camera and blows the match out. He drops it to the ground and heads for the door, Nikki Venus following closely behind.