Post by Odin Balfore on Aug 11, 2016 18:59:11 GMT -5
WCF
King of the Death Match Tournament
Round 4
Odin Balfore
vs.
Triple A
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Chapter 1: A Dramatic means to the Finish
I’ll say this soundly. Seth wants me in the finals. That’s where the money is. King of the Death match is and should be Odin Balfore verse Corey Black. We are, as he put it, completely inseparable. It is a feud that will go down forever . Triple A can only wish for that kind of an opponent and over the two decades, I’ve had many Corey Blacks. Truthfully so, Corey Black is my favorite. We bring out the best and worst in each other.
Triple A does neither. He does neither to nobody, nor will he ever. He can claim his time and his rights as the New Era but even retired, I am more of a challenge then he can take on.
Everyone knows that to be true.. and this is just the monologue.
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Chapter II: Triple A points for a Triple B Effort
:: Odin Balfore, The All Father was restless in his custom made leather seat as the Jet Liner passed over the pacific. He tosses and turns, dreaming of his Friend Bobby Cairo and all the adventures that they had. And all the adventures that could still be had but are no more. Odin had flash backs of Fist Pumps and riding through the Navada Desert, doing coke and smashing poon. It was a great way to live life but that life is gone now. He has here to avenge and protect the legacy that Robert Cairo fought hard and long for. And as much he as hated Corey Black, that battle still had to wage. The All Father woke up with one eye slowly opening to see the sweat from his whiskey bead up and roll down the side of the glass. The All Father looks over to see that Buddy Roman was still asleep, passed out and snoring. Sounded like he was cutting down a forest with a hacksaw or herring. As Buddy exhaled you could almost hear the word ‘ knee’ escape his lips. Odin shrugs the slumber out of his bones and makes his way to the cockpit. ::
The All Father: Triple A, I’ve been burned, giged, beat up and Jam Willy knows what else but let me tell you something – I’ve been doing that my entire career. Whatever pain you think I’ve been through that mught give you the edge, I’ve bee there before. I’ve been there before a million times over. But let me tell you something, guys like you are not special. There is nothing Triple A about you – not even your name. No self respecting parents would ever bestow alliteration upon there child. Honestly, if that was your real name, you would have hanged yourself by your huggies as you’re your Thomas the Train mobile spun over your crib.
Honestly and truly, an All Father would like to hear what makes you special. Because as of right now, I don’t see it. All I se is yet another whiny punk bitch who thinks he’s owed everything just because he’s new. This ain’t going to be Barry Oaks America anymore. You won’t just get handed things for free in this country. You have to earn them; especially against guys like Corey and I. And if you think you have some brain power up in there, then you’d do what you should have done a long time ago and just get the fuck out of here. You have no business being in this match. Did you just wake up one day and decided that:
“ yah, king of the death match sounds like a triple A thing to do. I’ll shoot for the moon and even if I fail I’ll end up among the stars.”
Whats the matter kid, so hurt up for real schools of thought so you reverted to what your karate teacher taught you when you were seven? Just try? That’s a Thomas Bates tactic and look where that got him. Nowhere. Hes inferior and so are you. We are in a barbed wire ropes match. That just means I get to choke you with them. I AM going top pick you up and choke slam you into this ropes so many times its going to make what the Roman did to Jesus look like he was tickled with a feather and fed ice cream for three days while getting his feet rubbed. Do you get it, its not going to be pleasant. You will not enjoy this but I will. I enjoy hurting guys like you that think they got all the answeres and have seen all that there is to see. But you.. you have no idea what I’m about. You can watch all the film, study the matches and take what Corey Black Said to heart but know this.. I’m going to take your stupid little Triple A name and your stupid little Triple B level career and I’m going to crush it. I’m going to rip that from your flesh and bones with barbed wire. I’m going to drag you around the ring like the ‘superstar’ that you are. That’s what you want, isn’t it? To be a superstar; to be a big boy. Lets see how big you are when I cleve flesh from bone and enjoy it. I might even get my nut off and rub it in the wounds. Maybe then you’ll get some of that God like power that I have. Then I can spend the rest of the match beating that out of you too.
Imagine that, getting fucked by a gawd so hard that you yourself become a God only for that All Father to bend you over and fuck it right back out of you with barbed wire and your blood for lube. You THINK you want to be a WCF superstar, but your colon just cant handle it. Your mouth is writing checks your colon and small intestine just cant cash but that’s OK, The All Father is a merciful god.. I’ll give you a pay day cash advance loan. I’ll loan you the time it takes you to walk from the back to the ring. If you want to get to the middle of the ring you’ll have to deep throat and after the way you acted with CD, you’ll be gaggin on my THICK before you hit Gorilla.
I could hard on that mat. I go thick on that mat and you can tell me that I’m a cornered animal or that you’re a cornered animal but that’s like a story Oblivion told me one time. You see, Oblivion had a cat once.. once… He backed the cat into a corner… supposedly animals are dangerous in the corner.. so if you’re a cat, the moral of the story is that Oblivion has thumbs and can lock doors.
So if you’re a car, I want to see that in the ring. I want to see this cornered animal. Because me, I’m retired, I got nothing to lose in this match. If you think I care about points then you’re sorely mistaken. Theres a reason I didn’t show up for match one. Theres a reason I’m not going all out to crush all of you. I am here because I’m a big time name in a big time event with a small time opponent. That’s all you are and all you ever will be. So don’t go giving your wounded animal complex a big head that you matter; you don’t. You won’t ever matter. You half a short shelf life and you might make it to Christmas but I doubt that. I have seen nothing impressive from you since you’ve been here. You see, I’m here because if I tell Seth that I want a match, I get a match. I want in this tournament because guys like you and Psycho-Chump are not hardcore representatives and Corey Black is here because I’m here. So let that just play out in your head. Let it play out in your head in our match tonight. Give yourself your own mental safe space because if thats what you were looking for in WCF, again, you missed your mark but me.. I don’t miss mine. I’m going to rip you to pieces and I’m going to advance. I’m going to advance because I will it so. But you.. just stay in your corner like the good bitch that you are.. and let the men do their job. I'm going to advance and like Lebron, I'm going to take this whole thing from behind.
So I have spoken.. so it shall.. come to pass.
King of the Death Match Tournament
Round 4
Odin Balfore
vs.
Triple A
____________________________________
Chapter 1: A Dramatic means to the Finish
I’ll say this soundly. Seth wants me in the finals. That’s where the money is. King of the Death match is and should be Odin Balfore verse Corey Black. We are, as he put it, completely inseparable. It is a feud that will go down forever . Triple A can only wish for that kind of an opponent and over the two decades, I’ve had many Corey Blacks. Truthfully so, Corey Black is my favorite. We bring out the best and worst in each other.
Triple A does neither. He does neither to nobody, nor will he ever. He can claim his time and his rights as the New Era but even retired, I am more of a challenge then he can take on.
Everyone knows that to be true.. and this is just the monologue.
____________________________________________
Chapter II: Triple A points for a Triple B Effort
:: Odin Balfore, The All Father was restless in his custom made leather seat as the Jet Liner passed over the pacific. He tosses and turns, dreaming of his Friend Bobby Cairo and all the adventures that they had. And all the adventures that could still be had but are no more. Odin had flash backs of Fist Pumps and riding through the Navada Desert, doing coke and smashing poon. It was a great way to live life but that life is gone now. He has here to avenge and protect the legacy that Robert Cairo fought hard and long for. And as much he as hated Corey Black, that battle still had to wage. The All Father woke up with one eye slowly opening to see the sweat from his whiskey bead up and roll down the side of the glass. The All Father looks over to see that Buddy Roman was still asleep, passed out and snoring. Sounded like he was cutting down a forest with a hacksaw or herring. As Buddy exhaled you could almost hear the word ‘ knee’ escape his lips. Odin shrugs the slumber out of his bones and makes his way to the cockpit. ::
The All Father: Triple A, I’ve been burned, giged, beat up and Jam Willy knows what else but let me tell you something – I’ve been doing that my entire career. Whatever pain you think I’ve been through that mught give you the edge, I’ve bee there before. I’ve been there before a million times over. But let me tell you something, guys like you are not special. There is nothing Triple A about you – not even your name. No self respecting parents would ever bestow alliteration upon there child. Honestly, if that was your real name, you would have hanged yourself by your huggies as you’re your Thomas the Train mobile spun over your crib.
Honestly and truly, an All Father would like to hear what makes you special. Because as of right now, I don’t see it. All I se is yet another whiny punk bitch who thinks he’s owed everything just because he’s new. This ain’t going to be Barry Oaks America anymore. You won’t just get handed things for free in this country. You have to earn them; especially against guys like Corey and I. And if you think you have some brain power up in there, then you’d do what you should have done a long time ago and just get the fuck out of here. You have no business being in this match. Did you just wake up one day and decided that:
“ yah, king of the death match sounds like a triple A thing to do. I’ll shoot for the moon and even if I fail I’ll end up among the stars.”
Whats the matter kid, so hurt up for real schools of thought so you reverted to what your karate teacher taught you when you were seven? Just try? That’s a Thomas Bates tactic and look where that got him. Nowhere. Hes inferior and so are you. We are in a barbed wire ropes match. That just means I get to choke you with them. I AM going top pick you up and choke slam you into this ropes so many times its going to make what the Roman did to Jesus look like he was tickled with a feather and fed ice cream for three days while getting his feet rubbed. Do you get it, its not going to be pleasant. You will not enjoy this but I will. I enjoy hurting guys like you that think they got all the answeres and have seen all that there is to see. But you.. you have no idea what I’m about. You can watch all the film, study the matches and take what Corey Black Said to heart but know this.. I’m going to take your stupid little Triple A name and your stupid little Triple B level career and I’m going to crush it. I’m going to rip that from your flesh and bones with barbed wire. I’m going to drag you around the ring like the ‘superstar’ that you are. That’s what you want, isn’t it? To be a superstar; to be a big boy. Lets see how big you are when I cleve flesh from bone and enjoy it. I might even get my nut off and rub it in the wounds. Maybe then you’ll get some of that God like power that I have. Then I can spend the rest of the match beating that out of you too.
Imagine that, getting fucked by a gawd so hard that you yourself become a God only for that All Father to bend you over and fuck it right back out of you with barbed wire and your blood for lube. You THINK you want to be a WCF superstar, but your colon just cant handle it. Your mouth is writing checks your colon and small intestine just cant cash but that’s OK, The All Father is a merciful god.. I’ll give you a pay day cash advance loan. I’ll loan you the time it takes you to walk from the back to the ring. If you want to get to the middle of the ring you’ll have to deep throat and after the way you acted with CD, you’ll be gaggin on my THICK before you hit Gorilla.
I could hard on that mat. I go thick on that mat and you can tell me that I’m a cornered animal or that you’re a cornered animal but that’s like a story Oblivion told me one time. You see, Oblivion had a cat once.. once… He backed the cat into a corner… supposedly animals are dangerous in the corner.. so if you’re a cat, the moral of the story is that Oblivion has thumbs and can lock doors.
So if you’re a car, I want to see that in the ring. I want to see this cornered animal. Because me, I’m retired, I got nothing to lose in this match. If you think I care about points then you’re sorely mistaken. Theres a reason I didn’t show up for match one. Theres a reason I’m not going all out to crush all of you. I am here because I’m a big time name in a big time event with a small time opponent. That’s all you are and all you ever will be. So don’t go giving your wounded animal complex a big head that you matter; you don’t. You won’t ever matter. You half a short shelf life and you might make it to Christmas but I doubt that. I have seen nothing impressive from you since you’ve been here. You see, I’m here because if I tell Seth that I want a match, I get a match. I want in this tournament because guys like you and Psycho-Chump are not hardcore representatives and Corey Black is here because I’m here. So let that just play out in your head. Let it play out in your head in our match tonight. Give yourself your own mental safe space because if thats what you were looking for in WCF, again, you missed your mark but me.. I don’t miss mine. I’m going to rip you to pieces and I’m going to advance. I’m going to advance because I will it so. But you.. just stay in your corner like the good bitch that you are.. and let the men do their job. I'm going to advance and like Lebron, I'm going to take this whole thing from behind.
So I have spoken.. so it shall.. come to pass.
