Post by Odin Balfore on Jan 26, 2019 21:35:40 GMT -5
RP 1
Slam
Tag Team League Match
Odin / Richards
Vs
Jazzy John / Matt Draven
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Prologue
The Tag team division is in tatters, it has been officially disbanded; like a cancer ridden dog being put out of its misery. It is sad, I am sad for it but I am glad to see it go. I am glad to see it go because it does not deserve to be featured in this forgotten and lonely state; a state that it often found itself in. Corey Black offered a memorial tournament in its honor, an honor that I could not turn down considering all the mutual success that it and I had brought each other. So I threw my name in the mix, after all, the last great tag team champion aside from young Kazward has to represent. The only bad thing is that I don’t know who my tag team partner was going to be. However, I know I can work with just about anyone except for.
Alex Richards.
Enough already with this Guardian gutter trash. Make no mistake about it, I have no love or respect for the charismatic black hole that is Alex Richards who couldnt recuse himself from himself, forever proving that he needs better talent to carry his entire career for him. Even in this memorial tag team tournament, he needs to be carried. Although it could be worse; I could have been paired with Jay Omega. Well then there would have been two memorial tournaments.
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Chapter I: Warm Body, Cold Fish
* Fade into Odin Balfore standing over Alex Richard while he sleeps. Deranged look in his eyes, pillow clutched in his hands that reads ‘ bless this house.’ His head starts to shake with tension. Odin slowly presses the pillow towards Richards. *
Odin Balfore: Wakey, Wakey, Richards…
* Alex wakes up, groggily questioning whats going on. *
Alex Richards: Odin, what are you doin? WHat are you doing in my house.
Odin Balfore: Blessing it. I’m going to exorcise the demons…
* flash cut to Alex Richards waking up in a cold sweat in his penthouse at Pantheon Tower West. Its dark, heavy rain pelts the windows with the wet embrace of the thousand slick-ni army. Rebecca Tatch is asleep next to him. Lightning cracks and illuminates a figure sitting in a chair in the corner of the room that was not there when Alex went to bed. Alex looks over to see the 8 foot tall lizard man, El Chupacabra in the other corner, eating gummi bears.
Alex Richards: Man, I gotta lay off the hash brownies before I go to bed.
* Alex lays back down. The next morning, Alex wakes up to see that he was not dreaming. The giant lizard man is still standing in the door way but another man is sitting in the chair in the corner of the room; better known as Krampus. Alex jumps to his feet. *
Alex Richards: I don’t know who you two are but if you don’t leave, you’ll regret it.
* Krampus gives him a round of applause. *
Krampus: Please. He is a eight foot tall lizard man, be my guest.
Alex Richards: No, no. He’s a figment of my imagination, from all the pot brownies. I saw an iguana in the parking lot, that explains him. But I have no idea where you came from.
Krampus: Greenland, unofficially. Krampus. Christmas demon extraordinaire. At your service. Welp, actually, more like you’re at mine.
* Krampus tips his non-exsistant hat *
* Alex looks around. *
Alex Richards: Wheres Rebecca?
Krampus: She went out.
Alex Richards: Where?
Krampus: The same place all beautiful and successful women go; to find a real man who can satisfy her. I mean, I saw you last night - we saw you last night, you laid the pipe like a terrier tying to big a bone out from behind the couch. Truthfully, I cant blame her.
Alex Richard: UGH, you lie!
Krampus: Do I? Alex, I’m a christmas demon, I’m not in the business of lying. Now science. Whoa-ho, now science is a liar, sometimes. The round earth, the moon, 9/11, birds.. Its all lies and deep state propaganda created by billionaires like George Soros and Odin Balfore to keep smart men like you from thinking. So now think, if you were rebecca and a guy like you tried to grind up on her like a dog diggin for china on the bed sheets, you would leave to. Right into the arms of a better man. Right into the arms of an old lover. Oh, she never told you? See, science lies sometimes. Women lie all the time. Its in the bible. In the back somewhere. I’m sure a well read man such as yourself understands that. Rebecca lied to you because she doesnt want you to worry. Women know how fragile the ego is and that's why they keep things from you. Just as Bonnie kept her big ol’ Johnny 12 inch a secret from you. Its such good timing too, considering the Tag Team League and your partner. Your partner is her partner. A old flame to snuff yours out. You, a Guardian, lost. A warm body and a cold fish. What do you think Jazz face John and Matt “I’ve seen that one movie with Bruce Lees Dead Son” Draven are going to say to the fact that they have to fight some washed up Guardian reject who ate the pin at ONE and barely walked out of slam with the win. You are the weak link in everything that you do because you are a weak man, no offense. Now if you want to prove that you are not a weak man then I suggest you go to Poonguinea and get your woman back from that great white Asgardian Man dingo, Odin Balore.
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Chapter II: The Great White Mandingos
Odins Throne Room, Poonguinea.
* Alex comes crashing through the front door, knocking out two guards as he rushes inside. *
Alex Richards: Odin Balfore, get down off that tool shed and get that stank dick out of my Rebecca.
* Odin gets off the throne and approaches Alex who punches odin. Odin no sells it. *
Odin Balfore: Do you want a brick or a roll or quarters or something?
Alex Richards: Where is Rebecca?
Odin Balfore: Why would I know where your girl is.
Alex Richards: Because you’re banging her. Krampus told me she was here and why would a christmas demon lie to me.
Odin Balfore: Because you’re a fucking moron.
Alex Richards: He told me you used to to date.
Odin Balfore: Date is a very committed word. Did we used to see each other, sure, but that was over ten years ago.
Alex Richards: He told me she was here.
Odin Balfore: Again, because you’re a gullible moron. Krampus doesnt like me. I’m the blackest of all the black sheep in my family and this is his way of teaching me a lesson. He’s just trying to screw over my career and my life. The more time we bicker and argue and not focus on our match is more time everyone else gets to win. I mean, I don’t like you. Lets just get that outo f the way but I know you can at least carry yourself in a tag team match. You just happen to have the best tag team specialist in WCF.
Alex Richards: You’re not as great as you think you are.
Odin Balfore: Yet history tells me overwise. Now I know that you want to redeem yourself after your very public and shameful galling out as a Guardian and you want to show the world that you can accomplish things on your own without them and not be labled the jive suckah that you really are. You want to shed all those lables and be crowned a champion. We win the Tag League and you get any title shot you want. Sounds fair and all you gotta do is hold up your end of the deal and put in some damn work.
Alex Richards: Trust me, Odin, I’m going to put in my side of the work. I’m better than what everyone thinks I am. I’m not here to collect a check and go home. I’m in WCF to make an impact and unlike everyone else who says that, You know I have the credentials to back it up. I’m a former tag team and hardcore champion. I can hold my own. I beat you didnt I?
Odin Balfore: I mean a terrier digs a bone out from behind the couch too every once and a while. So.. yes? I mean, I don’t really like you - not after all this but for the tag division, two former tag team champions, put together, I think we can do some justice for the division that we both once cared for and carried. So I suggest you get your head out of your ass, stop with the poor me bullshit and the ‘ I’m a failure attitude ‘ because its not going to get you anywhere. You were a Guardian, it was part of your life but not a lifestyle. There are no more Guardians. There might not be no more Thickness but it might be part of my lifestyle but that's not who I am. If you want to start making impacts, start here with me. We have a common goal. Lets see that we accomplish it. You gotta be a great white mandingo, yourself.
Alex Richards: We will.
Odin Balfore: Damn fuckin right.
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Chapter III: In Memorial
Jazzy John and Eric Draven, you goofy mother fucker over there, I can see that you were both listed as the last WCF Tag Team Champion. I’m sure that you find that to be an honor, however I find that to be a disgrace. Now, it aint you boys fault that there aint teams in WCF. they were always slim, sorry and far between. This is just means that you brought nothing to the table. You’re both young and inexperienced. I don’t care for the arguments either, or how many years you have been doing this - it does not show. Experience, talent, skill, neither of you have acquired any of it.I’ve seen it in your matches, week in and week out. You couldnt beat a wet paper bag in a snowstorm with a razor blade. Now you face one of the best tag team specialists in all of wrestling. I’ve won over 20 tag team championships in my career; that's how I started my career. I was wanted all over the world for my tag team ability - you boys just get it closed down.
Do you see the difference; well you’re about to.I’m real good at cutting off that ring. I’m real good at matching sure neither of you can breath. I’m a tough man to run through. I’m a tough man to escape from. I know how to bear hug a men like you till youe eyes pop out of the back of your head. I know how to drive the elbow into the side of your knee so that you cant stand on it. A well placed bit boot off the ropes and its queer street for the both of you. In these coming week I have to say goodbye to an old mistress - the very thing that helped make me everything that I am today. You two wernt the future of WCFs tag team division. Right now it is a future uncertain and alas, I cannot save every division at the same time. You can just thank me for the fact that you still have a paycheck. Me and Alex Richards are going to put aside our differences for this common goal of paying tribute to the WCF Tag Team division. I’m going to choke slam you both and look on as Alex makes sure that your sanities slip right through your fingers right along side your pride for those now defunct wcf tag team belts. I’m still the man to beat in this company, dont you ever forget that. After this week I doubt you ever will as Alex and I put on a clinic in tag team wrestling.
Trust me.
Slam
Tag Team League Match
Odin / Richards
Vs
Jazzy John / Matt Draven
--------------------------------------------
Prologue
The Tag team division is in tatters, it has been officially disbanded; like a cancer ridden dog being put out of its misery. It is sad, I am sad for it but I am glad to see it go. I am glad to see it go because it does not deserve to be featured in this forgotten and lonely state; a state that it often found itself in. Corey Black offered a memorial tournament in its honor, an honor that I could not turn down considering all the mutual success that it and I had brought each other. So I threw my name in the mix, after all, the last great tag team champion aside from young Kazward has to represent. The only bad thing is that I don’t know who my tag team partner was going to be. However, I know I can work with just about anyone except for.
Alex Richards.
Enough already with this Guardian gutter trash. Make no mistake about it, I have no love or respect for the charismatic black hole that is Alex Richards who couldnt recuse himself from himself, forever proving that he needs better talent to carry his entire career for him. Even in this memorial tag team tournament, he needs to be carried. Although it could be worse; I could have been paired with Jay Omega. Well then there would have been two memorial tournaments.
----------------------------------------------
Chapter I: Warm Body, Cold Fish
* Fade into Odin Balfore standing over Alex Richard while he sleeps. Deranged look in his eyes, pillow clutched in his hands that reads ‘ bless this house.’ His head starts to shake with tension. Odin slowly presses the pillow towards Richards. *
Odin Balfore: Wakey, Wakey, Richards…
* Alex wakes up, groggily questioning whats going on. *
Alex Richards: Odin, what are you doin? WHat are you doing in my house.
Odin Balfore: Blessing it. I’m going to exorcise the demons…
* flash cut to Alex Richards waking up in a cold sweat in his penthouse at Pantheon Tower West. Its dark, heavy rain pelts the windows with the wet embrace of the thousand slick-ni army. Rebecca Tatch is asleep next to him. Lightning cracks and illuminates a figure sitting in a chair in the corner of the room that was not there when Alex went to bed. Alex looks over to see the 8 foot tall lizard man, El Chupacabra in the other corner, eating gummi bears.
Alex Richards: Man, I gotta lay off the hash brownies before I go to bed.
* Alex lays back down. The next morning, Alex wakes up to see that he was not dreaming. The giant lizard man is still standing in the door way but another man is sitting in the chair in the corner of the room; better known as Krampus. Alex jumps to his feet. *
Alex Richards: I don’t know who you two are but if you don’t leave, you’ll regret it.
* Krampus gives him a round of applause. *
Krampus: Please. He is a eight foot tall lizard man, be my guest.
Alex Richards: No, no. He’s a figment of my imagination, from all the pot brownies. I saw an iguana in the parking lot, that explains him. But I have no idea where you came from.
Krampus: Greenland, unofficially. Krampus. Christmas demon extraordinaire. At your service. Welp, actually, more like you’re at mine.
* Krampus tips his non-exsistant hat *
* Alex looks around. *
Alex Richards: Wheres Rebecca?
Krampus: She went out.
Alex Richards: Where?
Krampus: The same place all beautiful and successful women go; to find a real man who can satisfy her. I mean, I saw you last night - we saw you last night, you laid the pipe like a terrier tying to big a bone out from behind the couch. Truthfully, I cant blame her.
Alex Richard: UGH, you lie!
Krampus: Do I? Alex, I’m a christmas demon, I’m not in the business of lying. Now science. Whoa-ho, now science is a liar, sometimes. The round earth, the moon, 9/11, birds.. Its all lies and deep state propaganda created by billionaires like George Soros and Odin Balfore to keep smart men like you from thinking. So now think, if you were rebecca and a guy like you tried to grind up on her like a dog diggin for china on the bed sheets, you would leave to. Right into the arms of a better man. Right into the arms of an old lover. Oh, she never told you? See, science lies sometimes. Women lie all the time. Its in the bible. In the back somewhere. I’m sure a well read man such as yourself understands that. Rebecca lied to you because she doesnt want you to worry. Women know how fragile the ego is and that's why they keep things from you. Just as Bonnie kept her big ol’ Johnny 12 inch a secret from you. Its such good timing too, considering the Tag Team League and your partner. Your partner is her partner. A old flame to snuff yours out. You, a Guardian, lost. A warm body and a cold fish. What do you think Jazz face John and Matt “I’ve seen that one movie with Bruce Lees Dead Son” Draven are going to say to the fact that they have to fight some washed up Guardian reject who ate the pin at ONE and barely walked out of slam with the win. You are the weak link in everything that you do because you are a weak man, no offense. Now if you want to prove that you are not a weak man then I suggest you go to Poonguinea and get your woman back from that great white Asgardian Man dingo, Odin Balore.
_____________________________
Chapter II: The Great White Mandingos
Odins Throne Room, Poonguinea.
* Alex comes crashing through the front door, knocking out two guards as he rushes inside. *
Alex Richards: Odin Balfore, get down off that tool shed and get that stank dick out of my Rebecca.
* Odin gets off the throne and approaches Alex who punches odin. Odin no sells it. *
Odin Balfore: Do you want a brick or a roll or quarters or something?
Alex Richards: Where is Rebecca?
Odin Balfore: Why would I know where your girl is.
Alex Richards: Because you’re banging her. Krampus told me she was here and why would a christmas demon lie to me.
Odin Balfore: Because you’re a fucking moron.
Alex Richards: He told me you used to to date.
Odin Balfore: Date is a very committed word. Did we used to see each other, sure, but that was over ten years ago.
Alex Richards: He told me she was here.
Odin Balfore: Again, because you’re a gullible moron. Krampus doesnt like me. I’m the blackest of all the black sheep in my family and this is his way of teaching me a lesson. He’s just trying to screw over my career and my life. The more time we bicker and argue and not focus on our match is more time everyone else gets to win. I mean, I don’t like you. Lets just get that outo f the way but I know you can at least carry yourself in a tag team match. You just happen to have the best tag team specialist in WCF.
Alex Richards: You’re not as great as you think you are.
Odin Balfore: Yet history tells me overwise. Now I know that you want to redeem yourself after your very public and shameful galling out as a Guardian and you want to show the world that you can accomplish things on your own without them and not be labled the jive suckah that you really are. You want to shed all those lables and be crowned a champion. We win the Tag League and you get any title shot you want. Sounds fair and all you gotta do is hold up your end of the deal and put in some damn work.
Alex Richards: Trust me, Odin, I’m going to put in my side of the work. I’m better than what everyone thinks I am. I’m not here to collect a check and go home. I’m in WCF to make an impact and unlike everyone else who says that, You know I have the credentials to back it up. I’m a former tag team and hardcore champion. I can hold my own. I beat you didnt I?
Odin Balfore: I mean a terrier digs a bone out from behind the couch too every once and a while. So.. yes? I mean, I don’t really like you - not after all this but for the tag division, two former tag team champions, put together, I think we can do some justice for the division that we both once cared for and carried. So I suggest you get your head out of your ass, stop with the poor me bullshit and the ‘ I’m a failure attitude ‘ because its not going to get you anywhere. You were a Guardian, it was part of your life but not a lifestyle. There are no more Guardians. There might not be no more Thickness but it might be part of my lifestyle but that's not who I am. If you want to start making impacts, start here with me. We have a common goal. Lets see that we accomplish it. You gotta be a great white mandingo, yourself.
Alex Richards: We will.
Odin Balfore: Damn fuckin right.
__________________________
Chapter III: In Memorial
Jazzy John and Eric Draven, you goofy mother fucker over there, I can see that you were both listed as the last WCF Tag Team Champion. I’m sure that you find that to be an honor, however I find that to be a disgrace. Now, it aint you boys fault that there aint teams in WCF. they were always slim, sorry and far between. This is just means that you brought nothing to the table. You’re both young and inexperienced. I don’t care for the arguments either, or how many years you have been doing this - it does not show. Experience, talent, skill, neither of you have acquired any of it.I’ve seen it in your matches, week in and week out. You couldnt beat a wet paper bag in a snowstorm with a razor blade. Now you face one of the best tag team specialists in all of wrestling. I’ve won over 20 tag team championships in my career; that's how I started my career. I was wanted all over the world for my tag team ability - you boys just get it closed down.
Do you see the difference; well you’re about to.I’m real good at cutting off that ring. I’m real good at matching sure neither of you can breath. I’m a tough man to run through. I’m a tough man to escape from. I know how to bear hug a men like you till youe eyes pop out of the back of your head. I know how to drive the elbow into the side of your knee so that you cant stand on it. A well placed bit boot off the ropes and its queer street for the both of you. In these coming week I have to say goodbye to an old mistress - the very thing that helped make me everything that I am today. You two wernt the future of WCFs tag team division. Right now it is a future uncertain and alas, I cannot save every division at the same time. You can just thank me for the fact that you still have a paycheck. Me and Alex Richards are going to put aside our differences for this common goal of paying tribute to the WCF Tag Team division. I’m going to choke slam you both and look on as Alex makes sure that your sanities slip right through your fingers right along side your pride for those now defunct wcf tag team belts. I’m still the man to beat in this company, dont you ever forget that. After this week I doubt you ever will as Alex and I put on a clinic in tag team wrestling.
Trust me.
