Post by Dean Mason on Apr 9, 2012 3:11:44 GMT -5
Lance Norman is in his locker room with Chase Sovereign and Tyler Brooks, watching Odin Balfore on the monitor. When he finishes his monologue, Lance turns the monitor off and turns to Brooks with a large smile, indicating he's pleased.
"Looks like the jokes got under his skin," Lance says, rubbing his chin. "The Warrior princess has feelings it would seem."
"And jokes of his own." Chase agrees.
"He's not without humour," Lance gets up and begins to pace the room. "But truth be told, Odin has yet to understand the true implications of this match."
"Do you expect any better?" Tyler says with a chuckle. "How is some idiot like him going to understand the true implications of this match? It's all lost on him. All he cares about is Corey Black and how a victory over you is somehow a victory over him."
"Perhaps he needs enlightening to the true meaning?" Lance nods in agreement with his own statement, "So how about I give it to him? We've got a camera here so we may as well use it."
Lance walks over to a seat in front of the camera and sits down. He composes himself for a minute, his eyes suddenly becoming more focused. Tyler and Chase sit in the background, watching on.
"Odin, you never seem to know when to shut your mouth. Every time you open it, you balance a cheque that your ass just can't cash. So all you'd need to do to destroy the IWF is bring Phillip Baines with you and it'd be over in a week? Well, let's cash that cheque shall we? After I beat you at 13, why don't you do what you say you can and come to the IWF. Why don't you put your money where that gaping chasm you call a mouth is and see if you really have what it takes. Do you know what I think? I think you'll refuse. I think you'll reject the offer because you know right here in the WCF, well you're the King of the retards."
Chase chimes in, "I'd happily be his first opponent."
"You can count me in for opponent number two." Tyler responds in agreement.
Lance continues, "Why step outside your comfort zone and try to compete in a federation you know will demolish you when you can stay here, suck Seth Lerch off and find yourself King? I know why, it's because it's easier to be the king of a shit heap than the court jester of a kingdom. The truth is Odin, you're afraid. You're afraid that we're better than you and you're afraid you won't be able to compete. If I have Kurt Kobained myself then you have driven two planes into your own twin towers because as they fell, so shall you. You cannot talk about my company being a disgrace, being pathetic or sub-par and then not prove your words. There are many reasons a man like you would talk shit about a company like mine, but there are very few logical ones to explain why you wouldn't lace up your boots and try your hand. Let me get the easier ones out of the way shall we, just so you know where you stand."
Lance cockily raises a hand and sets himself to start rattling off excuses.
"You cannot come to the IWF because you have commitments here in the WCF."
Sovereign laughs.
"Well I'm sure Seth Lerch will allow your mouth to be removed from his penis long enough for you to get Chase Sovereign's cock shoved up your ass a couple times."
"I think he likes it too much." Brooks remarks with a chuckle.
"What else could you say? Oh yeah, you don't need to come to a sub-par federation to prove it's sub-par. That old cop out is a good one because what you're really saying is that you have no proof to back up what you say and expect that because you've said it, it should be taken as gospel. Sure thing Odin, I'll quote the Raven nevermore because that's exactly what you'll be come 13.. Nevermore."
Both Brooks and Sovereign laugh this time. "That's the oldest excuse in the book," Brooks says with a giggle. "What's the next one? He has a cold and can't compete?"
Lance smiles and puts his hand down.
"How are you going to handle the embarrassment of a defeat to a man who has not only wrestled ONCE in his entire career, but comes from a company you despise, a company you claim to be lesser than the very one you compete in. How are you going to be able to show your face when an administrator beats ten bells of shit out of you? Do you know why Corey Black brought me here, Odin? He didn't bring me here to make jokes or humour you, he brought me here because he knows that not only can a sub-par federation head, an administrator, defeat you but it would be the biggest embarrassment of your career when it comes to pass. You're going to have to show your face around the company you love with all your ickle little heart after Lance Norman, a 50 year old administrator, comes in and demolishes you in front of your WCF faithful."
Wah.. Wah.. Wahhhhhhh
"You talk about me coming here as if I've heard terrible stories about you and you're right, it's true. I've heard terrible stories about how childish and pathetic you are, about how terrible of an in ring performer you are. I've heard stories that would make your mother cry, not because you're the monster at the end of the book but because you're an embarrassment to the wrestling business. The only terrible stories I've ever heard originate from you and how much of a disservice you do this industry. Do you ever hear the words you speak? You claim I'm jealous, you talk about jealousy and rage but you're here exhibiting the exact same traits you claim I am. You're the one who started opening your mouth about a company you know nothing about and you can rest assured that when 13 rolls around, I'm going to shut it for you once and for all. What you don't seem to realize is that I've already got you beat, my friend. You jibber jabber like some brain damaged retard with a working voice box, but all the while you're standing there with a metaphorical shovel in hand, digging the shit out of your own grave. Don't you see? I haven't come here to lose Odin. I haven't come here to lay down and let such an embarrassment pin me in a federation not worth the piss or shit it's built on. Oh no, I came here to destroy someone who considers himself the WCF. I came here to slaughter a man who needs to be martyred for the cause. You need to know, just like everyone else here that Odin Balfore is not as good as he thinks he is. So when this administrator walks into 13 and puts the biggest whooping on your ass you've ever seen, how will you possibly raise your head and continue on? You know what you should do? You should concede now whilst you still have your dignity. Of course I'd rather that not be the case but quite frankly, I can only imagine the embarrassment of Odin Balfore when I'm crowned victorious, INSIDE YOUR OWN company, standing over it's OWN SELF PROCLAIMED BAD MOTHER FUCKER! Haha, it's a match made in heaven for me but for you, it's the final nail in your coffin."
"I don't think he'd be able to live that down," Sovereign retorts. "Besides, he has a hard on for Corey Black, didn't you know? He's not focusing on the match or the implications of his loss but what it means to Black if he's victorious."
Lance nods.
"Exactly, so keep referencing Corey Black, keep your mind pre-occupied with bullshit information and so called facts. You go ahead and do that but Corey Black isn't the man your facing. He isn't the man who's going to tear you yet another asshole, so think about it Odin, think about the time you wasted talking about nothing, think about all the times you've beat him and how if you beat me, you somehow beat him. That's the brain damaged logic for you once again, isn't it? You think by defeating me, you defeat him. Will you believe it to be the same once I defeat you? Once I have pinned your shoulders to the mat for a three count, do you believe Corey Black has then defeated you? I somehow doubt that. You claim to the cancer and I can buy it, I can buy it completely because it makes sense. You're the cancer of the WCF, you're the guy that ruins the potential this company has. I think you're right you know, you are the cancer and I am your cure. I am the man who will cure this company, I am the man who will take out the trash at thirteen and force you to retire in embarrassment. That's your only way out Odin, it'll be your only salvation. How can the cancer continue to infect it's host once a man like me has come and ripped it from it's very core. You'll be a shell of a man you once were, hell, you'll probably not even acknowledge it happened. I know your type Odin, I exactly how retarded both mentally and psychically you are. I'll walk into thirteen, wipe the shit from my shoe and leave but you'll be left with the after thought. You'll be left wondering how you managed to lose to some kind of administrator in a battle you clearly think you should be able to win. You're not going to acknowledge that are you? You're not going to admit defeat like a man and hold your head up high. Oh no, you'll forget it ever happened or least try, you'll pretend as if you were screwed or cheated, you will whinge, cry, bitch and moan until someone overturns the decisions or it's erased from the history books. That's why Corey Black brought me here, Odin, that's why I'm going to defeat you at Thirteen. You may not see it yet, but Black knows that even a 50 year old administrator like me can defeat you and once it happens, it won't be Odin 2, Black 2, it'll be ODIN BALFORE GONE.
Maybe I will get on your level Odin, maybe I will drop down a few and meet you there but in the process, my boot will be shoved so far up your ass, you'll be tasting it for years to come. You can expect me mother fucker, you can expect me like the fucking weather, cause I'm coming. You can have your people brush your ego, you can have your friends and fellow wrestlers tell you that this is in the bag but you know, you know deep down that there isn't going to be one man or woman on this roster that backs me. I'm a soul man in a company full of enemies and I know that people will be smoothing your ego, telling you you've got this, telling you it's all over before it has even begun. I know it and you know it. No-one is going to step up and tell Lance Norman that he has this match won. No-one is going to stand by my side and hope I get the job done. You're bound to have fans when it comes to your own people, you're bound to have a roster full of WCF guys who think you will and should win, regardless of the truth. So furthermore to my point earlier, how are you going to stand amongst these people when you've been defeated? Again, it's a pertinent question isn't it. Your career will be over at Thirteen, Odin. All jokes aside from my earlier comments and all jest over with in regards to your warrior princess gimmick, here's the serious side of Lance Norman. I will not lose to you, I will not be defeated here in the WCF and when the bell sounds and you're looking at the spotlights above, you will know it's over. The beautiful sound of three taps on a canvas and everything you've built, everything you've sucked cock to achieve, is over."
Thirteen doesn't matter to me or the IWF. You won't find my roster cheering me on or hoping I'm victorious, because you as a man and this company as a company are that minuscule to us. It's just myself and my two friends here, that's all that even consider this match worthy of our time."
"And I'm only here for the pussy." Sovereign says with a wink.
"If I were to lose, which I won't, but if I were to lose then I'd go back to sitting behind a desk without a second thought in the world. But if you were to lose, if you were to lose to me then your career Odin Balfore, is over. You cannot recover from a defeat to Lance Norman and the smart man that Corey Black is, knows it. So when we step into the ring at thirteen, you and I, one on one in the most fairest of circumstances, don't you dare disregard the result. Don't you dare complain, bitch or moan that you've been defeated. Don't you dare have the audacity to complain that Lance Norman stepped into a hostile environment like the WCF and claimed victory over the self proclaimed baddest mother fucker in it.
There's going to be five hits here Odin, just five to end your career. It's going to be me hitting you, you hitting the canvas and the referee hitting it a further three times to put you to rest. Are you ready? Are you ready to go all the way? All joking aside, can you really defeat me? It's not a want for you anymore, it's a need. You have a roster full of people hoping you pull it out, expecting you to pull it out, but I'm catering to me and only me.
Thirteen is the end for Odin Balfore. You will be a cancer cured, a disease defeated. You may not think Cancer is curable, but if there's one thing a doctor can do, it's make it go away. When I'm done with you, your only option will be to leave. The only way your not getting defeated is your buddy Seth Lerch reverses the decision to save you some embarrassment.
Oh and my offer still stands Balfore. If you think you're big and bad enough and that the IWF is nothing, come and compete, come and try your luck. The offer is on the table for you to excuse yourself from."
Lance gets up and walks away from the camera, Brooks sticking his face in it.
"Why don't you man up Odin? Huh? You talk shit about us but the offer is on the table for you to come and try your luck." Brooks says, pushing the camera away.
"Pussy."
"Looks like the jokes got under his skin," Lance says, rubbing his chin. "The Warrior princess has feelings it would seem."
"And jokes of his own." Chase agrees.
"He's not without humour," Lance gets up and begins to pace the room. "But truth be told, Odin has yet to understand the true implications of this match."
"Do you expect any better?" Tyler says with a chuckle. "How is some idiot like him going to understand the true implications of this match? It's all lost on him. All he cares about is Corey Black and how a victory over you is somehow a victory over him."
"Perhaps he needs enlightening to the true meaning?" Lance nods in agreement with his own statement, "So how about I give it to him? We've got a camera here so we may as well use it."
Lance walks over to a seat in front of the camera and sits down. He composes himself for a minute, his eyes suddenly becoming more focused. Tyler and Chase sit in the background, watching on.
"Odin, you never seem to know when to shut your mouth. Every time you open it, you balance a cheque that your ass just can't cash. So all you'd need to do to destroy the IWF is bring Phillip Baines with you and it'd be over in a week? Well, let's cash that cheque shall we? After I beat you at 13, why don't you do what you say you can and come to the IWF. Why don't you put your money where that gaping chasm you call a mouth is and see if you really have what it takes. Do you know what I think? I think you'll refuse. I think you'll reject the offer because you know right here in the WCF, well you're the King of the retards."
Chase chimes in, "I'd happily be his first opponent."
"You can count me in for opponent number two." Tyler responds in agreement.
Lance continues, "Why step outside your comfort zone and try to compete in a federation you know will demolish you when you can stay here, suck Seth Lerch off and find yourself King? I know why, it's because it's easier to be the king of a shit heap than the court jester of a kingdom. The truth is Odin, you're afraid. You're afraid that we're better than you and you're afraid you won't be able to compete. If I have Kurt Kobained myself then you have driven two planes into your own twin towers because as they fell, so shall you. You cannot talk about my company being a disgrace, being pathetic or sub-par and then not prove your words. There are many reasons a man like you would talk shit about a company like mine, but there are very few logical ones to explain why you wouldn't lace up your boots and try your hand. Let me get the easier ones out of the way shall we, just so you know where you stand."
Lance cockily raises a hand and sets himself to start rattling off excuses.
"You cannot come to the IWF because you have commitments here in the WCF."
Sovereign laughs.
"Well I'm sure Seth Lerch will allow your mouth to be removed from his penis long enough for you to get Chase Sovereign's cock shoved up your ass a couple times."
"I think he likes it too much." Brooks remarks with a chuckle.
"What else could you say? Oh yeah, you don't need to come to a sub-par federation to prove it's sub-par. That old cop out is a good one because what you're really saying is that you have no proof to back up what you say and expect that because you've said it, it should be taken as gospel. Sure thing Odin, I'll quote the Raven nevermore because that's exactly what you'll be come 13.. Nevermore."
Both Brooks and Sovereign laugh this time. "That's the oldest excuse in the book," Brooks says with a giggle. "What's the next one? He has a cold and can't compete?"
Lance smiles and puts his hand down.
"How are you going to handle the embarrassment of a defeat to a man who has not only wrestled ONCE in his entire career, but comes from a company you despise, a company you claim to be lesser than the very one you compete in. How are you going to be able to show your face when an administrator beats ten bells of shit out of you? Do you know why Corey Black brought me here, Odin? He didn't bring me here to make jokes or humour you, he brought me here because he knows that not only can a sub-par federation head, an administrator, defeat you but it would be the biggest embarrassment of your career when it comes to pass. You're going to have to show your face around the company you love with all your ickle little heart after Lance Norman, a 50 year old administrator, comes in and demolishes you in front of your WCF faithful."
Wah.. Wah.. Wahhhhhhh
"You talk about me coming here as if I've heard terrible stories about you and you're right, it's true. I've heard terrible stories about how childish and pathetic you are, about how terrible of an in ring performer you are. I've heard stories that would make your mother cry, not because you're the monster at the end of the book but because you're an embarrassment to the wrestling business. The only terrible stories I've ever heard originate from you and how much of a disservice you do this industry. Do you ever hear the words you speak? You claim I'm jealous, you talk about jealousy and rage but you're here exhibiting the exact same traits you claim I am. You're the one who started opening your mouth about a company you know nothing about and you can rest assured that when 13 rolls around, I'm going to shut it for you once and for all. What you don't seem to realize is that I've already got you beat, my friend. You jibber jabber like some brain damaged retard with a working voice box, but all the while you're standing there with a metaphorical shovel in hand, digging the shit out of your own grave. Don't you see? I haven't come here to lose Odin. I haven't come here to lay down and let such an embarrassment pin me in a federation not worth the piss or shit it's built on. Oh no, I came here to destroy someone who considers himself the WCF. I came here to slaughter a man who needs to be martyred for the cause. You need to know, just like everyone else here that Odin Balfore is not as good as he thinks he is. So when this administrator walks into 13 and puts the biggest whooping on your ass you've ever seen, how will you possibly raise your head and continue on? You know what you should do? You should concede now whilst you still have your dignity. Of course I'd rather that not be the case but quite frankly, I can only imagine the embarrassment of Odin Balfore when I'm crowned victorious, INSIDE YOUR OWN company, standing over it's OWN SELF PROCLAIMED BAD MOTHER FUCKER! Haha, it's a match made in heaven for me but for you, it's the final nail in your coffin."
"I don't think he'd be able to live that down," Sovereign retorts. "Besides, he has a hard on for Corey Black, didn't you know? He's not focusing on the match or the implications of his loss but what it means to Black if he's victorious."
Lance nods.
"Exactly, so keep referencing Corey Black, keep your mind pre-occupied with bullshit information and so called facts. You go ahead and do that but Corey Black isn't the man your facing. He isn't the man who's going to tear you yet another asshole, so think about it Odin, think about the time you wasted talking about nothing, think about all the times you've beat him and how if you beat me, you somehow beat him. That's the brain damaged logic for you once again, isn't it? You think by defeating me, you defeat him. Will you believe it to be the same once I defeat you? Once I have pinned your shoulders to the mat for a three count, do you believe Corey Black has then defeated you? I somehow doubt that. You claim to the cancer and I can buy it, I can buy it completely because it makes sense. You're the cancer of the WCF, you're the guy that ruins the potential this company has. I think you're right you know, you are the cancer and I am your cure. I am the man who will cure this company, I am the man who will take out the trash at thirteen and force you to retire in embarrassment. That's your only way out Odin, it'll be your only salvation. How can the cancer continue to infect it's host once a man like me has come and ripped it from it's very core. You'll be a shell of a man you once were, hell, you'll probably not even acknowledge it happened. I know your type Odin, I exactly how retarded both mentally and psychically you are. I'll walk into thirteen, wipe the shit from my shoe and leave but you'll be left with the after thought. You'll be left wondering how you managed to lose to some kind of administrator in a battle you clearly think you should be able to win. You're not going to acknowledge that are you? You're not going to admit defeat like a man and hold your head up high. Oh no, you'll forget it ever happened or least try, you'll pretend as if you were screwed or cheated, you will whinge, cry, bitch and moan until someone overturns the decisions or it's erased from the history books. That's why Corey Black brought me here, Odin, that's why I'm going to defeat you at Thirteen. You may not see it yet, but Black knows that even a 50 year old administrator like me can defeat you and once it happens, it won't be Odin 2, Black 2, it'll be ODIN BALFORE GONE.
Maybe I will get on your level Odin, maybe I will drop down a few and meet you there but in the process, my boot will be shoved so far up your ass, you'll be tasting it for years to come. You can expect me mother fucker, you can expect me like the fucking weather, cause I'm coming. You can have your people brush your ego, you can have your friends and fellow wrestlers tell you that this is in the bag but you know, you know deep down that there isn't going to be one man or woman on this roster that backs me. I'm a soul man in a company full of enemies and I know that people will be smoothing your ego, telling you you've got this, telling you it's all over before it has even begun. I know it and you know it. No-one is going to step up and tell Lance Norman that he has this match won. No-one is going to stand by my side and hope I get the job done. You're bound to have fans when it comes to your own people, you're bound to have a roster full of WCF guys who think you will and should win, regardless of the truth. So furthermore to my point earlier, how are you going to stand amongst these people when you've been defeated? Again, it's a pertinent question isn't it. Your career will be over at Thirteen, Odin. All jokes aside from my earlier comments and all jest over with in regards to your warrior princess gimmick, here's the serious side of Lance Norman. I will not lose to you, I will not be defeated here in the WCF and when the bell sounds and you're looking at the spotlights above, you will know it's over. The beautiful sound of three taps on a canvas and everything you've built, everything you've sucked cock to achieve, is over."
Thirteen doesn't matter to me or the IWF. You won't find my roster cheering me on or hoping I'm victorious, because you as a man and this company as a company are that minuscule to us. It's just myself and my two friends here, that's all that even consider this match worthy of our time."
"And I'm only here for the pussy." Sovereign says with a wink.
"If I were to lose, which I won't, but if I were to lose then I'd go back to sitting behind a desk without a second thought in the world. But if you were to lose, if you were to lose to me then your career Odin Balfore, is over. You cannot recover from a defeat to Lance Norman and the smart man that Corey Black is, knows it. So when we step into the ring at thirteen, you and I, one on one in the most fairest of circumstances, don't you dare disregard the result. Don't you dare complain, bitch or moan that you've been defeated. Don't you dare have the audacity to complain that Lance Norman stepped into a hostile environment like the WCF and claimed victory over the self proclaimed baddest mother fucker in it.
There's going to be five hits here Odin, just five to end your career. It's going to be me hitting you, you hitting the canvas and the referee hitting it a further three times to put you to rest. Are you ready? Are you ready to go all the way? All joking aside, can you really defeat me? It's not a want for you anymore, it's a need. You have a roster full of people hoping you pull it out, expecting you to pull it out, but I'm catering to me and only me.
Thirteen is the end for Odin Balfore. You will be a cancer cured, a disease defeated. You may not think Cancer is curable, but if there's one thing a doctor can do, it's make it go away. When I'm done with you, your only option will be to leave. The only way your not getting defeated is your buddy Seth Lerch reverses the decision to save you some embarrassment.
Oh and my offer still stands Balfore. If you think you're big and bad enough and that the IWF is nothing, come and compete, come and try your luck. The offer is on the table for you to excuse yourself from."
Lance gets up and walks away from the camera, Brooks sticking his face in it.
"Why don't you man up Odin? Huh? You talk shit about us but the offer is on the table for you to come and try your luck." Brooks says, pushing the camera away.
"Pussy."
