Post by Odin Balfore on Aug 10, 2016 21:28:51 GMT -5
WCF
King of the Death Match Tournament
Round 3
Odin Balfore
vs.
Corey Black
______________________________________
Chapter I: Old Fight, “New Era”
( Monologue )
Seth Lerch contacted me about the King of the Death Match. He wanted to get some old familiar faces to help boost ratings and interest after the dramatic fall of the company just a few months ago. He brought me to his office and laid out the plan and the grand vision that he had. It pleased the All Father and I humbly agree to help bring this company back to where it needs to be. With my entry into the tournament, it brought my old foe back from the bleak frozen blackness that is Norway. Odin Balfore verse Corry Black, a feud that is nearly seven years old and befittingly it will be rekindled under death match rules to see who is the cliché king of the death match. However, this is WCF and there is nothing cliché about it. This is who we are and this is what we do. Get hype you “New Era” pukes. This maybe an old fight but this is the hottest thing going right now.
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Chapter II: My Friend, the Rock.
:: The All Father is lead down a winding mountain path into a heavily armed strip mine that’s dotted with military personnel, construction crews and ‘worshipers.’ The nerdy aid treads carefully as he tries to scale downward down the steep incline of the strip mine but finally they reach the bottom where a large golden brown ore is partially excavated. This eight foot long slab looks rather benign from a distance but upon closer inspection it is clear.
Robert Cairo stands triumphant as a rocky relief while two women huddle and suck his THICK. The All Father approaches the ore slab and touches his fingers to it and gets visions of Bobby Cairo sinking beneath the lava as the souls of all the poon he has smashed engulf him in an effort to safe him from the most gruesome of deaths. The All Father takes his hand off the ore and swiftly turns around walks away. ::
Squeaky Aid: My Lord?
The All Father: Chisel him out.
:: The All Father puffs and grumbles with a wave of his hand as he starts back up in the hill of the strip mine and fades up into the haze of the sun. ::
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Chapter III: The All Father Meets The Proud Father
The PoonGuinea Air Force Base. The site of Poon Force One
:: Later that night Odin Balfore is walking through the PoonGuinea National Air Force Base. He walks out onto the landing strip with a duffle bag full of his ring gear as he gets ready again to take off and prepare for his fight against Corey Black. However as he approaches he can see time and space bending to the gravitational pull of some unknown black object that is positioned neared Poon Force One, Odin’s private jet. Members of the air force step out in a line to protect their All Father and have guns trained on target.::
“ Hands up. Don’t shoot. But please, make my day.”
:: This unknown creature hisses.::
“ Is this how the All Father treats the Proud Father? Is this how two men greet another as one prepares to go into battle against his oldest of foes?”
:: The All Father motions for his men to stand down as he sparks up another spiff::
The All Father: Buddy Roman, to which due I owe this occasion? You stand there and you bend time and space around my private jet. Do know this as you stand there and breath the air that I allow you to breath; if there is one drop of PGB ( That’s Poonglorious Bastard, Special Brew to the unTHICK) then I will not hesitate to bound your head off the concrete for reasons of my enjoyment. Now, I have called my men off but they are all itching for a fight. Or shall you indulge me and give them a reason.
Buddy Roman: Or- OR! Perhaps you give me a reason to indulge? You stand ready to climb aboard your private jet to go fight for the King of the Death Match tournament but I submit to you a personal offer.
The All Father: I am listening.
Buddy Roman: The King of the Death Match tournament is underway and it is no surprise to me that the current HORRORKORE champion has been excluded from this tournament. I see it to that there is no coincidence that Seth Lerch would protect Corey Black from MY client, the true bannerman of WCF and the Pale Rider of the company who seeks to make it great again. He wants his hands on Corey Black, whose been ducking MY client and I too want to wrap my slimy, grimy, Jew hands around the neck of Corey Black. Odin Balfore, Mr. All Father, you are here because you are a special attraction. You have earned that right through your marvelous career here in WCF and yet Corey Blacks takes that special attraction status for granted and thinks that he can just push MY client aside. This is a personal injustice that shall not stand. So I ask you Mr. Balfore, allow me to be with you and act as your voice and advocate the message that is the THICKNESS. Allow me to advocate for the Nordic Tank for The Bad Mother Fucker in WCF and show these peons that ‘old’ is a subjective and relevant term for those New Age FGTs. There is no reason that Odin Balfore should have to speak on his own behalf. Odin Balfore has earned the right to have people talk for him as he has earned the right of an entire nation to do his Will and as you and I both know.. that Will is law. So what do you say; will you grant me the honor to serve as your manager in the King of the Deathmatch Tournament so that the true spirit of the WCF lives on and not through the revisionist eyes of Corey Black who just sits at a computer screen and points to recorded history from over a decade ago. You have earned the right to retire and you have. Now Corey Black will just GET retired by force as we serve him his first loss of the tournament because there is only one man of TRUE PERFECTION in this Tournament and his name is ODIN BALFORE.
:: The All Father takes a hit of his blunt and nods along, agreeing with what the Shape as to say. He thinks it over for a moment and exhales a large cloud of smoke. Japan is now under a wild fire advisory because of it. ::
The All Father: Roman, I shall grant you such an opportunity because I can see that you have a personal stake in all this and I enjoy your banter. It will amuse me on the long plane ride to Philly.
:: The Shape smiles so much that seems to twist upward and around his Jew nose like some kind of evil villain mustache. ::
Buddy Roman: glorious. Absolutely glorious. Ya know, I always knew that you were the better champion. I always knew that you were the man that drove WCF out of that dark period and into the productive era where WCF crafted and created news stars.
:: The All steps out from behind the armed men and towards the plane. He greet Buddy Roman and walks up the stairs of the jet. ::
The All Father: Indeed. Corey Black and I have a storied history and this match will only add to that history. I am looking forward to it but this time it will be different because I will make sure that this is a title that he will not win. Corey Black will not walk away this week as the King of the Death Match. I will take that from him and have yet another honor for myself. Corey Black may have been a great man but he is no greater than I. I- I have ended my lifelong wrestling career here in WCF and I enjoy and treasure what I have accomplished. Coming back and being crowned WCFs King of the Deathmatch is to just show the world that Odin Balfore can return at any time and be just as destructive and dominating as the day that he left.
What has yet to be seen is how interested Corey is in this tournament because he has not said a word and it would not surprise me if he kept up that trend. It is smart on his part to refuse to speak, to not put words in his own mouth but he knows that he is fighting me and in that, no expense should be spared. However, it makes no difference as I am going to press Corey Black to reach down and fight me. Hand to hand, fist to fist and hold for hold and then he will find out that I have been resting and getting fat in my absence but that I have reached new heights. Corey Black is still the UnTHICK Jay-brone that he was when I left WCF active for a behind the scene role with the company and in that, his downfall. Tonight I’m going to break his spirit and then I’m going to fuck his bitch.
:: Buddy Roman joins The All Father up on the stairs of the jet as the two men make their way inside. ::
Buddy Roman: I’ll tell you, sir, honestly and truly, this is a travesty. The entire thing is just one big fuck up after the other. I mean, have you seen what Corey Black has been doing? Having a women speak for him. Tsk, tsk, shameful. And even worse he’s gone with a gimmick of the seven deadly sins. I wonder which one you’ll be. I hope its lust. For Nikki Venus’s sake, I hope it is. Six inches girth, three inches length. It’s like getting fucked by a Starkist tuna can except this isn’t going to be dolphin safe if you get my drift.
:: Buddy Roman winks ::
Buddy Roman: Corey Black, the man that you whooped so hard he stopped being a wee-bo FGT schizophrenic. Do they understand that? Does HE understand that? Deep down I know that he does. He knows that Odin Balfore is so strong that aside from bench pressing planets, Odin Balfore can powerbomb the mental psychosis out of his opponents. All Corey Black can do his huddle together with better men and pray for warmth like this THE DAY AFTER TOMORROW. Now that would be true but unfortunately for Corey Black, today is TODAY and today is Corey Black has to face the facts that two paragraphs and Nikki Venus shaking her tits isn’t going to be enough to get him the victory over the ALL FATHER, Odin Balfore.
Picking random words and calling them sins isn’t how this game is played. I’m a Jew, trust me. Sloth is gone and Pride is gone and soon Corey Black will be out of buzz words and just shy of that ‘death match’ award. Whats funny is that what Corey Black is actually doing is internalizing his own pain and suffering.
Corey Black is SLOTH because he’s been sitting in his ice castle afraid to step out in the sun because he confuses UV ray and DC comics and thinks that they both suck. You see, Corey Black is SLOTH because theres yet another ‘ new era.’
:: Buddy uses these quotation marks with a painful look on his face::
Buddy Roman: A painful, disgusting charade of bullshit that Corey can see from his ice castle with a decent pair of binoculars. That’s the problem. WCF has gotten so terribibly bad that Corey Black has nothing to do. He cannot assemble is squad of “Meh” talent when ninety-nine percent of the roster cant even get a reaction higher than a groan or nauseating gag reflex at best. Nikki Venus, she knows what I’m talkin bout. Three hawt inches, deep. But I digress. Corey Black is SLOTH because Corey Black has no choice but to be SLOTH. He has to make up his own self-grandeur because he is a prideful man. I too am a prideful man and prideful men cannot sit around in their ice castles watching the lost season of Bones on Blu-Ray. We- We need something to do. Corey Black needs something to do and wow, wouldn’t you know it – the talent pool… it’s looking awfully shallow and theres Corey Black who forgot how to swim. Good for him he’s got his Avengers swim trunks on and his superman towel so he can dry whats left of his balls. Sure, he thinks he’s clever having Superman mouth his frozen ice junk but all he is really saying is that it takes a super human effort to get Corey Black out of the castle and into the pool. .. as puddle like as it could be.
Hell, he and I and even you, All Father know that this talent pool is more akin to wet pavement in the hawt August summer. It’ll be there and gone in a matter of moments so Corey Back better slide his sandy vagina on that THICK and to get to ridin’ or swimming or sinkin or drownin. Of course our friend CD thinks that he has the advantage. Fifteen years in WCF. Fifteen years in one company, little other experience to think or speak of. Fifteen years of your best and worst compition being the same three guys. Logan, Torture and Jay Price. That is, until Odin Balfore showed up on the scene and keyfabe killed the entire company and powerbombed that mental defect you call Creeping Death right out of the history books. Now, this is an INFERNO match so Corey Black better make sure he takes some sunblock to the pool because he is going to need it as he dips his toes into the waters that is the ‘new era.’
:: Buddy Roman finger quotes again but gags while doing it. ::
Buddy Roman: While Corey Black is busy calling Psycho-chump a chump or Triple A, A triple dose of boring this side of a Bob Ross lead class on how to fall into your own coma he forgets about a very powerful foe.
This foe.
:: Buddy points to the All Father.::
Buddy Roman: The man that you enlisted for your own person destruction – DELETION, as it were. You there you prodding and pleaded. You begged. Got down on your knees and begged like a dog. You suckled the THICK to begged Odin Balfore to erase and ease your mind from that mental defection that you’ve had for so long.
Buddy Roman: You see? Corey Black Begged and pleaded but still The All Father was not sold with such pitiful excuses for groveling from such a prideful man. And so Corey Black had to try a little harder. Then Odin Balfore pulled the spiff from his lips and took two quick hits off that good Kush and nodded. He nodded and Corey Black dropped to his knees and buried his lips on that good dick and never looked back. He never looked back because a prideful man could never look himself in the eyes. Corey Black has a victim of his own envy and gluttony because he knew that there were things that Creeping Death could do that Corey Black could not. He knew that ninety-eight percent of his accomplishments were attributed to Creeping Death and not Corey Black. And for that, Corey couldn’t bare it any longer. The Pride got to him. The Envy had gotten to him and he needed to get rid of it with an assisted suicide from the seven foot, three hundred Nordic Tank and the series of Powerbombs and Burning Hammers that Odin Balfore delivered- a beating that has not been matched before or since.
Until today.
Until Right now.
Until Corey Black meets his old foe in the middle of that ring in an inferno match and Corey Black takes on that familiar role and position. On his knees in front of the All Father, worshiping at the altar of THICK for the transgressions of days long past and the audacity that Corey Black has for thinking that he can step into the ring once again just because the ground looked wet enough to tread upon. Yet now he knows that extreme reality in which he is in. The inferno rages beneath his feet and he Corey Black hot foot, There is Odin Balfore. When he tries to tip toe, there is Odin Balfore. When Corey Black tries to find a cool spot and a moment to catch his breath, there is Odin Balfore. And as Odin Balfore has Corey Black cornered like the battered little house wife that he is… Odin Balfore will grab him by the throat, as he penetrates Corey Black is the most menacing of glares And Nikki Venus will be fainting from orgasm because her mind is now filled with thoughts of bigger and better men treating her like that – treatment she has never received from Corey Black.
Then Odin Balfore will raise Corey Black high into the air and he will crash down with thunderous impact. His back broken upon contact and as he lays there dying the same death that Creeping Death did and the ref counts three and Odin Balfore wins the match… Corey Black will only be thinking one thing…
That silence is a wonderful thing.
And that is the Wrath of the Maverick Elite.. The Wrath of the Nordic Tank.. The Wrath of the last of the Old Guard… The All Father, Odin Balfore.. All because of the envy, greed and gluttony of the man that couldn’t just accept that his time was over. Corey Black had to try to prove it to himself just one more time and he finally paid the price.
Here once stood the pride of Corey Black… but don’t worry Corey.. I’ll raise a coke to your honor..
Is Pepsi clear ok with you?
It does seem a befitting end..
Befitting, indeed…
CONQUER. THE. TANK.
King of the Death Match Tournament
Round 3
Odin Balfore
vs.
Corey Black
______________________________________
Chapter I: Old Fight, “New Era”
( Monologue )
Seth Lerch contacted me about the King of the Death Match. He wanted to get some old familiar faces to help boost ratings and interest after the dramatic fall of the company just a few months ago. He brought me to his office and laid out the plan and the grand vision that he had. It pleased the All Father and I humbly agree to help bring this company back to where it needs to be. With my entry into the tournament, it brought my old foe back from the bleak frozen blackness that is Norway. Odin Balfore verse Corry Black, a feud that is nearly seven years old and befittingly it will be rekindled under death match rules to see who is the cliché king of the death match. However, this is WCF and there is nothing cliché about it. This is who we are and this is what we do. Get hype you “New Era” pukes. This maybe an old fight but this is the hottest thing going right now.
_________________________________
Chapter II: My Friend, the Rock.
:: The All Father is lead down a winding mountain path into a heavily armed strip mine that’s dotted with military personnel, construction crews and ‘worshipers.’ The nerdy aid treads carefully as he tries to scale downward down the steep incline of the strip mine but finally they reach the bottom where a large golden brown ore is partially excavated. This eight foot long slab looks rather benign from a distance but upon closer inspection it is clear.
Robert Cairo stands triumphant as a rocky relief while two women huddle and suck his THICK. The All Father approaches the ore slab and touches his fingers to it and gets visions of Bobby Cairo sinking beneath the lava as the souls of all the poon he has smashed engulf him in an effort to safe him from the most gruesome of deaths. The All Father takes his hand off the ore and swiftly turns around walks away. ::
Squeaky Aid: My Lord?
The All Father: Chisel him out.
:: The All Father puffs and grumbles with a wave of his hand as he starts back up in the hill of the strip mine and fades up into the haze of the sun. ::
__________________________________
Chapter III: The All Father Meets The Proud Father
The PoonGuinea Air Force Base. The site of Poon Force One
:: Later that night Odin Balfore is walking through the PoonGuinea National Air Force Base. He walks out onto the landing strip with a duffle bag full of his ring gear as he gets ready again to take off and prepare for his fight against Corey Black. However as he approaches he can see time and space bending to the gravitational pull of some unknown black object that is positioned neared Poon Force One, Odin’s private jet. Members of the air force step out in a line to protect their All Father and have guns trained on target.::
“ Hands up. Don’t shoot. But please, make my day.”
:: This unknown creature hisses.::
“ Is this how the All Father treats the Proud Father? Is this how two men greet another as one prepares to go into battle against his oldest of foes?”
:: The All Father motions for his men to stand down as he sparks up another spiff::
The All Father: Buddy Roman, to which due I owe this occasion? You stand there and you bend time and space around my private jet. Do know this as you stand there and breath the air that I allow you to breath; if there is one drop of PGB ( That’s Poonglorious Bastard, Special Brew to the unTHICK) then I will not hesitate to bound your head off the concrete for reasons of my enjoyment. Now, I have called my men off but they are all itching for a fight. Or shall you indulge me and give them a reason.
Buddy Roman: Or- OR! Perhaps you give me a reason to indulge? You stand ready to climb aboard your private jet to go fight for the King of the Death Match tournament but I submit to you a personal offer.
The All Father: I am listening.
Buddy Roman: The King of the Death Match tournament is underway and it is no surprise to me that the current HORRORKORE champion has been excluded from this tournament. I see it to that there is no coincidence that Seth Lerch would protect Corey Black from MY client, the true bannerman of WCF and the Pale Rider of the company who seeks to make it great again. He wants his hands on Corey Black, whose been ducking MY client and I too want to wrap my slimy, grimy, Jew hands around the neck of Corey Black. Odin Balfore, Mr. All Father, you are here because you are a special attraction. You have earned that right through your marvelous career here in WCF and yet Corey Blacks takes that special attraction status for granted and thinks that he can just push MY client aside. This is a personal injustice that shall not stand. So I ask you Mr. Balfore, allow me to be with you and act as your voice and advocate the message that is the THICKNESS. Allow me to advocate for the Nordic Tank for The Bad Mother Fucker in WCF and show these peons that ‘old’ is a subjective and relevant term for those New Age FGTs. There is no reason that Odin Balfore should have to speak on his own behalf. Odin Balfore has earned the right to have people talk for him as he has earned the right of an entire nation to do his Will and as you and I both know.. that Will is law. So what do you say; will you grant me the honor to serve as your manager in the King of the Deathmatch Tournament so that the true spirit of the WCF lives on and not through the revisionist eyes of Corey Black who just sits at a computer screen and points to recorded history from over a decade ago. You have earned the right to retire and you have. Now Corey Black will just GET retired by force as we serve him his first loss of the tournament because there is only one man of TRUE PERFECTION in this Tournament and his name is ODIN BALFORE.
:: The All Father takes a hit of his blunt and nods along, agreeing with what the Shape as to say. He thinks it over for a moment and exhales a large cloud of smoke. Japan is now under a wild fire advisory because of it. ::
The All Father: Roman, I shall grant you such an opportunity because I can see that you have a personal stake in all this and I enjoy your banter. It will amuse me on the long plane ride to Philly.
:: The Shape smiles so much that seems to twist upward and around his Jew nose like some kind of evil villain mustache. ::
Buddy Roman: glorious. Absolutely glorious. Ya know, I always knew that you were the better champion. I always knew that you were the man that drove WCF out of that dark period and into the productive era where WCF crafted and created news stars.
:: The All steps out from behind the armed men and towards the plane. He greet Buddy Roman and walks up the stairs of the jet. ::
The All Father: Indeed. Corey Black and I have a storied history and this match will only add to that history. I am looking forward to it but this time it will be different because I will make sure that this is a title that he will not win. Corey Black will not walk away this week as the King of the Death Match. I will take that from him and have yet another honor for myself. Corey Black may have been a great man but he is no greater than I. I- I have ended my lifelong wrestling career here in WCF and I enjoy and treasure what I have accomplished. Coming back and being crowned WCFs King of the Deathmatch is to just show the world that Odin Balfore can return at any time and be just as destructive and dominating as the day that he left.
What has yet to be seen is how interested Corey is in this tournament because he has not said a word and it would not surprise me if he kept up that trend. It is smart on his part to refuse to speak, to not put words in his own mouth but he knows that he is fighting me and in that, no expense should be spared. However, it makes no difference as I am going to press Corey Black to reach down and fight me. Hand to hand, fist to fist and hold for hold and then he will find out that I have been resting and getting fat in my absence but that I have reached new heights. Corey Black is still the UnTHICK Jay-brone that he was when I left WCF active for a behind the scene role with the company and in that, his downfall. Tonight I’m going to break his spirit and then I’m going to fuck his bitch.
:: Buddy Roman joins The All Father up on the stairs of the jet as the two men make their way inside. ::
Buddy Roman: I’ll tell you, sir, honestly and truly, this is a travesty. The entire thing is just one big fuck up after the other. I mean, have you seen what Corey Black has been doing? Having a women speak for him. Tsk, tsk, shameful. And even worse he’s gone with a gimmick of the seven deadly sins. I wonder which one you’ll be. I hope its lust. For Nikki Venus’s sake, I hope it is. Six inches girth, three inches length. It’s like getting fucked by a Starkist tuna can except this isn’t going to be dolphin safe if you get my drift.
:: Buddy Roman winks ::
Buddy Roman: Corey Black, the man that you whooped so hard he stopped being a wee-bo FGT schizophrenic. Do they understand that? Does HE understand that? Deep down I know that he does. He knows that Odin Balfore is so strong that aside from bench pressing planets, Odin Balfore can powerbomb the mental psychosis out of his opponents. All Corey Black can do his huddle together with better men and pray for warmth like this THE DAY AFTER TOMORROW. Now that would be true but unfortunately for Corey Black, today is TODAY and today is Corey Black has to face the facts that two paragraphs and Nikki Venus shaking her tits isn’t going to be enough to get him the victory over the ALL FATHER, Odin Balfore.
Picking random words and calling them sins isn’t how this game is played. I’m a Jew, trust me. Sloth is gone and Pride is gone and soon Corey Black will be out of buzz words and just shy of that ‘death match’ award. Whats funny is that what Corey Black is actually doing is internalizing his own pain and suffering.
Corey Black is SLOTH because he’s been sitting in his ice castle afraid to step out in the sun because he confuses UV ray and DC comics and thinks that they both suck. You see, Corey Black is SLOTH because theres yet another ‘ new era.’
:: Buddy uses these quotation marks with a painful look on his face::
Buddy Roman: A painful, disgusting charade of bullshit that Corey can see from his ice castle with a decent pair of binoculars. That’s the problem. WCF has gotten so terribibly bad that Corey Black has nothing to do. He cannot assemble is squad of “Meh” talent when ninety-nine percent of the roster cant even get a reaction higher than a groan or nauseating gag reflex at best. Nikki Venus, she knows what I’m talkin bout. Three hawt inches, deep. But I digress. Corey Black is SLOTH because Corey Black has no choice but to be SLOTH. He has to make up his own self-grandeur because he is a prideful man. I too am a prideful man and prideful men cannot sit around in their ice castles watching the lost season of Bones on Blu-Ray. We- We need something to do. Corey Black needs something to do and wow, wouldn’t you know it – the talent pool… it’s looking awfully shallow and theres Corey Black who forgot how to swim. Good for him he’s got his Avengers swim trunks on and his superman towel so he can dry whats left of his balls. Sure, he thinks he’s clever having Superman mouth his frozen ice junk but all he is really saying is that it takes a super human effort to get Corey Black out of the castle and into the pool. .. as puddle like as it could be.
Hell, he and I and even you, All Father know that this talent pool is more akin to wet pavement in the hawt August summer. It’ll be there and gone in a matter of moments so Corey Back better slide his sandy vagina on that THICK and to get to ridin’ or swimming or sinkin or drownin. Of course our friend CD thinks that he has the advantage. Fifteen years in WCF. Fifteen years in one company, little other experience to think or speak of. Fifteen years of your best and worst compition being the same three guys. Logan, Torture and Jay Price. That is, until Odin Balfore showed up on the scene and keyfabe killed the entire company and powerbombed that mental defect you call Creeping Death right out of the history books. Now, this is an INFERNO match so Corey Black better make sure he takes some sunblock to the pool because he is going to need it as he dips his toes into the waters that is the ‘new era.’
:: Buddy Roman finger quotes again but gags while doing it. ::
Buddy Roman: While Corey Black is busy calling Psycho-chump a chump or Triple A, A triple dose of boring this side of a Bob Ross lead class on how to fall into your own coma he forgets about a very powerful foe.
This foe.
:: Buddy points to the All Father.::
Buddy Roman: The man that you enlisted for your own person destruction – DELETION, as it were. You there you prodding and pleaded. You begged. Got down on your knees and begged like a dog. You suckled the THICK to begged Odin Balfore to erase and ease your mind from that mental defection that you’ve had for so long.
Buddy Roman: You see? Corey Black Begged and pleaded but still The All Father was not sold with such pitiful excuses for groveling from such a prideful man. And so Corey Black had to try a little harder. Then Odin Balfore pulled the spiff from his lips and took two quick hits off that good Kush and nodded. He nodded and Corey Black dropped to his knees and buried his lips on that good dick and never looked back. He never looked back because a prideful man could never look himself in the eyes. Corey Black has a victim of his own envy and gluttony because he knew that there were things that Creeping Death could do that Corey Black could not. He knew that ninety-eight percent of his accomplishments were attributed to Creeping Death and not Corey Black. And for that, Corey couldn’t bare it any longer. The Pride got to him. The Envy had gotten to him and he needed to get rid of it with an assisted suicide from the seven foot, three hundred Nordic Tank and the series of Powerbombs and Burning Hammers that Odin Balfore delivered- a beating that has not been matched before or since.
Until today.
Until Right now.
Until Corey Black meets his old foe in the middle of that ring in an inferno match and Corey Black takes on that familiar role and position. On his knees in front of the All Father, worshiping at the altar of THICK for the transgressions of days long past and the audacity that Corey Black has for thinking that he can step into the ring once again just because the ground looked wet enough to tread upon. Yet now he knows that extreme reality in which he is in. The inferno rages beneath his feet and he Corey Black hot foot, There is Odin Balfore. When he tries to tip toe, there is Odin Balfore. When Corey Black tries to find a cool spot and a moment to catch his breath, there is Odin Balfore. And as Odin Balfore has Corey Black cornered like the battered little house wife that he is… Odin Balfore will grab him by the throat, as he penetrates Corey Black is the most menacing of glares And Nikki Venus will be fainting from orgasm because her mind is now filled with thoughts of bigger and better men treating her like that – treatment she has never received from Corey Black.
Then Odin Balfore will raise Corey Black high into the air and he will crash down with thunderous impact. His back broken upon contact and as he lays there dying the same death that Creeping Death did and the ref counts three and Odin Balfore wins the match… Corey Black will only be thinking one thing…
That silence is a wonderful thing.
And that is the Wrath of the Maverick Elite.. The Wrath of the Nordic Tank.. The Wrath of the last of the Old Guard… The All Father, Odin Balfore.. All because of the envy, greed and gluttony of the man that couldn’t just accept that his time was over. Corey Black had to try to prove it to himself just one more time and he finally paid the price.
Here once stood the pride of Corey Black… but don’t worry Corey.. I’ll raise a coke to your honor..
Is Pepsi clear ok with you?
It does seem a befitting end..
Befitting, indeed…
CONQUER. THE. TANK.
