Post by Odin Balfore on Feb 8, 2019 18:55:57 GMT -5
RP 1
Slam
Tag Team League Block A
Odin Balfore / Alex Richards
Vs
Slayer / Singh
wordcount: 2910
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PART ONE: I AM GOD YET I HAVE NO RELIGION
We come upon our scene; that same dilapidated church from the previous week. It is now torn down as if by some natural disaster. Call it the Green New Deal, in the flesh. Call it the BIg Green Monstah with David Ortiz at the helm, pulling in those mega millions. The sky is cloudy and grAy. Capital A, capital A for AMERICA, for AMEN, for a God without a religion. The All Fathers mighty boot comes into frame, squishing mud, stomping out microscopic life before he stomps out microscopic life on Sunday. Yah, Slayer - Singh. You microscopic. A planck length idf’n you be a quark. The Camera pans up as Odin looks over the destruction.
ODIN
“Look around you at this non-essential, non-equalibreal bullshit. Steven Singh, someone forgot to tell you the gawd damn plot to the story. The good folks at the Goodwill forgot to mention as you were tryin on ties and halfway house monkey type suits that I - I kill stables. NOw, I’m sure that we have been over this before and too many times for you to count. However, Scott Slayer, you’re new to this battle and I just heard that your sister cant save you now.”
The All Father whispers
ODIN
“C o u l d n e v e r s a v e y o u. She could not save you in the terms of all this. What you could yourself wrapped up all in was some hair brained scheme of a hair brained scheme. Just like this one that you see before me. Scotty, they didnt tell Singh that I could ultimately come for The Church. I’ve defeated Singh on every occasion. I have defeated Mikey Extreme, number 903 for the world title and I just turned Leon ‘ Hank’ Hayezs return into a mound of splinters and rusted nails. Wow, the amazing things that I fucking do. Last week, Hank tried to hang with the big dawg but only succeeded in getting himself hung like a Doctor turned Governors med school year book photo. Black face, white sheet, dead meat. He stood no chance, no, not one at all. Hank, it was good while it lasted but it cannot last forever, you cannot last forever, your name is NOT Odin Fucking Balfore. The moose out front should have told jew.”
Odin turns to see a tipped over moose electronic with a sign that says ‘God was never on your side.’
ODIN
Hmp, I suppose he did tell you; its just that you never bothered to listen. None of you ever bother to listen. You just keep thinking that I’m going to get worse or fall off a cliff. In 2016, Tom Brady was supposed to fall off a cliff and die like the Coyote in the cartoons. I dunno, that bus to cliffs-ville must be runnin late because its 2019 and mans got rings. I was supposed to fall off the cliff in 2011. I was too old. Eight years ago, I was too old. Five world championships later and I’m still here. I think its clear that ya’ll are just too young and too dumb. Scoot Slayer, this is what too young and dumb get you. It gets you a D ranked stable with a D ranked leader who is now the ‘GM’ of Slam because that's what we give failures, a purely on air role with no sway on the inside of the company. Singh, you’re nothing more than Freddy Whoa in a worse suit and a alabaster spray tan. Sorry Freddy, that was a low blow, you don’t deserve that - you hype as shit. However, you Steven Singh - ain’t. I’m over here waiting for the puddles pity party machine to come rolling in for you too. Steven Singh, washed up ‘ world champion’ taking on yet another failure paper weight of a Portuguese proselyte. Singh, I mean, aint you fuckin sick of losing at life and wrestling, perhaps not because I’m going to bury you in the sand, ass cheek first so the crows can eat cha neck first on the way down. Scotty, you following down a path that you don’t want to travel; you’re nothing more than a circumspect globetrotter who aint even seen the world. If’n you thought that this was your ticket to something bigger than your sisters snaggle toothed coot-snatch, then you got yourself damn fucked up because all this that you see before me is what is awaiting you. Whether or not you wanted to allign yourself with Singh is an oversight on your part; now you’re going to pay dearly for it. I crush stables, I crush hopes, I crush dream, I crush men and bous alike without distinction. I am a God with no religion and it makes difference to me if you worship or not because in eight years of doing this in WCF and seeing all the different Scott Slayers and Steven Singhs and Johnny Rabids and the LOL Roy Speeds to even the… Ric Flairs… the one thing that I know for sure - I’ll be here next week, in this tournament - that much is guaranteed. However, for you, nothing in life is because when you meet me in the middle of that ring and Singhs in your ear trying to coach you - know that there is nothing that he can say that can prepare you for the devastation that I cause. Nothing can prepare you for Ragnarok. Nobody kicks out of Ragnarok, nobody comes back after Ragnarok and spare me because you won’t be the first. You’re just next.”
The All Father spits on the ground.
ODIN
“ The moose out front should have told you. If I have to pick up Alex Richards and carry him on my back, I am going to do that in the name of the Tag Team Championships that I once made better than the world title. It is what I do. You were ear marked to have a promising career. You HAD a promising career. Then God came and cut you down. “
PART TWO: VESSEL OF THE DAMNED
Swoop on down from the top of a cruise ship. Its night, the stars are out, the milky way is showing. Mars bars and Snickahs, baby. The ship is quiet and there are no souls walking on deck. Sweeping towards the bow - or the front of the ship for you land legged bastards - we can see Alex Richards looking out at the sky and rushing water. He takes a deep breath and lets it go as smoke billows from his lips. Swing around to his front to see him leaning up against the railing. Odin Balfore comes into view in the background over Alexs left shoulder. Alex shuts his eyes, you shut your eyes. They open and Odin is right there with his clobbering paw on Alexs shoulder.
ODIN
“ You shouldnt have been so trusting. You were right to be paranoid. “
With that, Odin shoves Alex overboard where he is swallowed by the sea.
Flash back to reality. Alex wakes up in a sweat and panicked breath. He wakes up his cabin on the cruise ship. The off white walls barely shine by the ambient light. He looks over to Rebecca Thatch whos asleep in the bed right beside him. He sighs, lays back and we join his point of view as he stars at the ceiling light before drifting back off to sleep.
Open your eyes again to see Odin standing at the bow of the ship again. Hawaiian shirt, Bahama shorts, boat shoes. He’s on a quest, a quest for fun and he’ll take you all down just to have a little. Zippity-doo-dah, you fuckin animals.
ODIN
“ This here, this is a quest for fun. This is a quest for the sake of team building, coma, air quotes, team building. I’m bank rolling this vacation mainly because Alex Richards lost his keys to Pantheon West and I have a sponsorship with Carnival Cruise. However, there is another reason for all of this. I want all of you out there to know in this Tag Team League, its a sinking ship and the Carpathian isnt going to save you. Some Ornate piece of driftwood isnt going to save you. Some good ol’ boy from Chippawa Falls aint going to save, aint going to draw you naked and you will not get the heart of the ocean from all this. You’ll just be lying down there in the heart of the ocean because you all done fucked up. This all was meant for me. Hand picked for me. Created for me. The guys that had the belts, I tossed them the other week. Tag Team champions; bah! Bunch of squealing weaklings. I’m waiting for Singh and Slayer to walk up here and say something important or witty. I’m still waiting from this time last year when I was deep dicking him for my third and fourth world title.”
A moose floats by on an iceberg on the background, in the middle of the Caribbean with a sign on its neck that reads: ‘ Odin Balfore is a shit lord’ Odin turns and looks over at the moose.
ODIN
“ Wow, such intellectual insight. Steven Singh, tell us more how you’re going to resurrect your career off the carcass of the defunct tag team division. It’ll be like climbing mount everest only to discover its the most disappointing thing you could have done - wait. Ah, Steven Singh, not expecting this. Not expecting that full tilt boogie-oogie-oogie as I shuffle board and moon walk all over his crippled ass to K-Billys Super Sounds of the 70’s. Scott Slayers over in the corner, wanting this ghoulish nightmare to end - that he didnt sign up for this shit. That this was only supposed to be a three hour tour and now he’s stranded on this land of the lost as the grumpy old guy rambles on, obliterating his soul with sea based puns and call backs to nostalgic cinema and television. I heard son that you wanted to know what my strengths were, what I thought I was best at. I’m the mother fucking best at it all and right now Bonnie Blues three knuckles deep into what I can only imagine is me playing the staring role for the entire New York Knicks starting - AND- Second string line up. Brandi is over there having all sorts of feelings, questioning where this was when we fought in that ring andt thanking her stars that she aint had to see it- let alone fight it. Right now Steven Singhs three thousand miles north by northwest in Alaska, crab fishing by hand because that shits safer than tag teaming with Scot Slayer in this Tag Team League that is clearly becoming one sided that I by my damn self can wax the floor with Scott Slayer, who has is charismatic equivalent to Pine Sol. Then theres Singh, the emotional cripple whos only good at selling fried pickles to mental defectives. You’d have to be a complete and total mental defective if you think that Steven Singh and Scott Slayer can defeat me or if Johnny Rabid can do one half way decent thing in his career and win this whole thing. Dont bet against ya boi because I’m about to rig the house. Hope you boys can swim because ya’ll are gonna need it. The little rainbow parade you boys think you got going on - that anyone in this Tag Team League thinks that they got going on is about to come crashing down. That's the thing about me. Scott, you were curious to know but now you know that out of all the colors of the rainbow, I’m all of them. I’m a little black face if’n you get what I mean.”
Odin swipes his hand over his face to reveal him wearing black shoe polish before getting tackled from out of nowhere by three men in suits.
We return to our regularly scheduled promo to Alex Richards waking back up again in the middle of the night.
ALEX RICHARDS
“ Wow; what a dream. I gotta lay off the Zim-Quilla milkshakes at night. I guess its good to know that even my subconscious thinks that Odin and I got this tournament and I’ll be able to get myself back into the World Championship scene. “
We can hear Odin outside on the deck of the ship yelling and screaming.
ODIN
“No! NOOO!! It was just a bit, it was just a bit, I don’t want to be the Governor of Virginia, I don’t want to go to med school. I don’t even know what the definition if IS, is.”
Alex Richards hangs his head, falls back, sandwiches his face between his pillows and screams obscenities.
PART THREE: THE ODIN BALFORE APOLOGY TOUR
The APPLAUSE light blinks as the live studio audience claps on the set of THE VIEW. Back in the green room Odin Balfore sits on the floor with his back up against the wall. Across the room was Liam Neeson, with his elbows on his lap and his head in his hands; a victim of social capital prison.
ODIN
“ Are you on a apology tour, too?”
Taken, from Taken groans through his palms and gently shakes his head in the affirmative. He peels himself away, sighs and wrenches his hands together.
LIAM
“What did you do, my friend?”
ODIN
“ Wore black face in a promo to illustrate a point of metaphor; you?”
LIAM
“Back in the 70s, a dear friend of mine was raped by a black man and I went out and wanted to crack a skull or two.”
ODIN
“ Black guy, in the 70’s, in Ireland; whats there like three of them? “
LIAM
“ Was, three of them. I guess you could say that I was the danger before there was the danger. Hell, the Catholics and the bloody Prod bastards were killing each other left and bloody right. Ireland back in the day was a very troubled place. We called it the troubles, that's how bad it was. Thankfully I caught myself in time and never did harm to anybody. I talked about this on camera in context of relating to a character on film and it became this whole ordeal. Its like when did being a man and doing whats right become toxic; when did masculinity become toxic? “
ODIN
“ I don’t know, Liam, I just don’t know. However, what I can tell you is that women cannot be strong and weak at the same time. They want it both ways and it cant always happen like that. Strong men prevail and if men are not equipt for conflict then that leads to a downfall in social norms. Liam, we’re both entertainers and legends in our industries. We are men of our time and to be told that to be that way is an affront to ‘progressive means’ is crazy. Women, they don’t want fat, out of shape gamers, they want those firemen calendars and dildos that do backflips in their cootch. They want to be provided for and protected, they don’ want to do that to a grown man. But that's the thing, men aint men no more. They are just boys that know how to tie a four hand knot and have a credit card with a Netflix account. That's why its toxic, because it isnt masculine anymore. There is no more honor anymore. I look around in my own industries and it’s always been boy playing pretend but this last generation, it has gotten worse. I’m dealing with boys, now; young boys. These crop of guys coming up wernt even born when I started wrestling. However they all want to tell me that I don’t know what I’m talking about, I don’t know how to wrestle when they guys teaching them made their name wrestling at used car shows and birthday parties. Those guys couldnt even lace my boots let alone train somebody that could defeat me. Like Scott Slayer, the rebel, the edge lord, the hater of authority. In twenty year he’ll be wearing dad shorts and bringing a fanny back to the zoo. Like, I get it but the boy aint no man and he sure as hell aint going to defeat me this week. There is nothing toxic about being a man and doing whats right. However, there is something wrong about pretending and Scott Slayer and Steven Singh are just pretenders in the world of the real deal, the Bad Mother Fucker, Odin Balfore. “
LIAM
“ I just want to raise awareness about mans primal urges and how things like that need to be put in check.”
ODIN
“ Well I’m about to use my primal urges like a concrete sledge to put the entire WCF back in check because after I win this Tag Team League, I’m getting my world championship back and it Brandi or somebody else - make no apology for that”
Slam
Tag Team League Block A
Odin Balfore / Alex Richards
Vs
Slayer / Singh
wordcount: 2910
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PART ONE: I AM GOD YET I HAVE NO RELIGION
We come upon our scene; that same dilapidated church from the previous week. It is now torn down as if by some natural disaster. Call it the Green New Deal, in the flesh. Call it the BIg Green Monstah with David Ortiz at the helm, pulling in those mega millions. The sky is cloudy and grAy. Capital A, capital A for AMERICA, for AMEN, for a God without a religion. The All Fathers mighty boot comes into frame, squishing mud, stomping out microscopic life before he stomps out microscopic life on Sunday. Yah, Slayer - Singh. You microscopic. A planck length idf’n you be a quark. The Camera pans up as Odin looks over the destruction.
ODIN
“Look around you at this non-essential, non-equalibreal bullshit. Steven Singh, someone forgot to tell you the gawd damn plot to the story. The good folks at the Goodwill forgot to mention as you were tryin on ties and halfway house monkey type suits that I - I kill stables. NOw, I’m sure that we have been over this before and too many times for you to count. However, Scott Slayer, you’re new to this battle and I just heard that your sister cant save you now.”
The All Father whispers
ODIN
“C o u l d n e v e r s a v e y o u. She could not save you in the terms of all this. What you could yourself wrapped up all in was some hair brained scheme of a hair brained scheme. Just like this one that you see before me. Scotty, they didnt tell Singh that I could ultimately come for The Church. I’ve defeated Singh on every occasion. I have defeated Mikey Extreme, number 903 for the world title and I just turned Leon ‘ Hank’ Hayezs return into a mound of splinters and rusted nails. Wow, the amazing things that I fucking do. Last week, Hank tried to hang with the big dawg but only succeeded in getting himself hung like a Doctor turned Governors med school year book photo. Black face, white sheet, dead meat. He stood no chance, no, not one at all. Hank, it was good while it lasted but it cannot last forever, you cannot last forever, your name is NOT Odin Fucking Balfore. The moose out front should have told jew.”
Odin turns to see a tipped over moose electronic with a sign that says ‘God was never on your side.’
ODIN
Hmp, I suppose he did tell you; its just that you never bothered to listen. None of you ever bother to listen. You just keep thinking that I’m going to get worse or fall off a cliff. In 2016, Tom Brady was supposed to fall off a cliff and die like the Coyote in the cartoons. I dunno, that bus to cliffs-ville must be runnin late because its 2019 and mans got rings. I was supposed to fall off the cliff in 2011. I was too old. Eight years ago, I was too old. Five world championships later and I’m still here. I think its clear that ya’ll are just too young and too dumb. Scoot Slayer, this is what too young and dumb get you. It gets you a D ranked stable with a D ranked leader who is now the ‘GM’ of Slam because that's what we give failures, a purely on air role with no sway on the inside of the company. Singh, you’re nothing more than Freddy Whoa in a worse suit and a alabaster spray tan. Sorry Freddy, that was a low blow, you don’t deserve that - you hype as shit. However, you Steven Singh - ain’t. I’m over here waiting for the puddles pity party machine to come rolling in for you too. Steven Singh, washed up ‘ world champion’ taking on yet another failure paper weight of a Portuguese proselyte. Singh, I mean, aint you fuckin sick of losing at life and wrestling, perhaps not because I’m going to bury you in the sand, ass cheek first so the crows can eat cha neck first on the way down. Scotty, you following down a path that you don’t want to travel; you’re nothing more than a circumspect globetrotter who aint even seen the world. If’n you thought that this was your ticket to something bigger than your sisters snaggle toothed coot-snatch, then you got yourself damn fucked up because all this that you see before me is what is awaiting you. Whether or not you wanted to allign yourself with Singh is an oversight on your part; now you’re going to pay dearly for it. I crush stables, I crush hopes, I crush dream, I crush men and bous alike without distinction. I am a God with no religion and it makes difference to me if you worship or not because in eight years of doing this in WCF and seeing all the different Scott Slayers and Steven Singhs and Johnny Rabids and the LOL Roy Speeds to even the… Ric Flairs… the one thing that I know for sure - I’ll be here next week, in this tournament - that much is guaranteed. However, for you, nothing in life is because when you meet me in the middle of that ring and Singhs in your ear trying to coach you - know that there is nothing that he can say that can prepare you for the devastation that I cause. Nothing can prepare you for Ragnarok. Nobody kicks out of Ragnarok, nobody comes back after Ragnarok and spare me because you won’t be the first. You’re just next.”
The All Father spits on the ground.
ODIN
“ The moose out front should have told you. If I have to pick up Alex Richards and carry him on my back, I am going to do that in the name of the Tag Team Championships that I once made better than the world title. It is what I do. You were ear marked to have a promising career. You HAD a promising career. Then God came and cut you down. “
PART TWO: VESSEL OF THE DAMNED
Swoop on down from the top of a cruise ship. Its night, the stars are out, the milky way is showing. Mars bars and Snickahs, baby. The ship is quiet and there are no souls walking on deck. Sweeping towards the bow - or the front of the ship for you land legged bastards - we can see Alex Richards looking out at the sky and rushing water. He takes a deep breath and lets it go as smoke billows from his lips. Swing around to his front to see him leaning up against the railing. Odin Balfore comes into view in the background over Alexs left shoulder. Alex shuts his eyes, you shut your eyes. They open and Odin is right there with his clobbering paw on Alexs shoulder.
ODIN
“ You shouldnt have been so trusting. You were right to be paranoid. “
With that, Odin shoves Alex overboard where he is swallowed by the sea.
Flash back to reality. Alex wakes up in a sweat and panicked breath. He wakes up his cabin on the cruise ship. The off white walls barely shine by the ambient light. He looks over to Rebecca Thatch whos asleep in the bed right beside him. He sighs, lays back and we join his point of view as he stars at the ceiling light before drifting back off to sleep.
Open your eyes again to see Odin standing at the bow of the ship again. Hawaiian shirt, Bahama shorts, boat shoes. He’s on a quest, a quest for fun and he’ll take you all down just to have a little. Zippity-doo-dah, you fuckin animals.
ODIN
“ This here, this is a quest for fun. This is a quest for the sake of team building, coma, air quotes, team building. I’m bank rolling this vacation mainly because Alex Richards lost his keys to Pantheon West and I have a sponsorship with Carnival Cruise. However, there is another reason for all of this. I want all of you out there to know in this Tag Team League, its a sinking ship and the Carpathian isnt going to save you. Some Ornate piece of driftwood isnt going to save you. Some good ol’ boy from Chippawa Falls aint going to save, aint going to draw you naked and you will not get the heart of the ocean from all this. You’ll just be lying down there in the heart of the ocean because you all done fucked up. This all was meant for me. Hand picked for me. Created for me. The guys that had the belts, I tossed them the other week. Tag Team champions; bah! Bunch of squealing weaklings. I’m waiting for Singh and Slayer to walk up here and say something important or witty. I’m still waiting from this time last year when I was deep dicking him for my third and fourth world title.”
A moose floats by on an iceberg on the background, in the middle of the Caribbean with a sign on its neck that reads: ‘ Odin Balfore is a shit lord’ Odin turns and looks over at the moose.
ODIN
“ Wow, such intellectual insight. Steven Singh, tell us more how you’re going to resurrect your career off the carcass of the defunct tag team division. It’ll be like climbing mount everest only to discover its the most disappointing thing you could have done - wait. Ah, Steven Singh, not expecting this. Not expecting that full tilt boogie-oogie-oogie as I shuffle board and moon walk all over his crippled ass to K-Billys Super Sounds of the 70’s. Scott Slayers over in the corner, wanting this ghoulish nightmare to end - that he didnt sign up for this shit. That this was only supposed to be a three hour tour and now he’s stranded on this land of the lost as the grumpy old guy rambles on, obliterating his soul with sea based puns and call backs to nostalgic cinema and television. I heard son that you wanted to know what my strengths were, what I thought I was best at. I’m the mother fucking best at it all and right now Bonnie Blues three knuckles deep into what I can only imagine is me playing the staring role for the entire New York Knicks starting - AND- Second string line up. Brandi is over there having all sorts of feelings, questioning where this was when we fought in that ring andt thanking her stars that she aint had to see it- let alone fight it. Right now Steven Singhs three thousand miles north by northwest in Alaska, crab fishing by hand because that shits safer than tag teaming with Scot Slayer in this Tag Team League that is clearly becoming one sided that I by my damn self can wax the floor with Scott Slayer, who has is charismatic equivalent to Pine Sol. Then theres Singh, the emotional cripple whos only good at selling fried pickles to mental defectives. You’d have to be a complete and total mental defective if you think that Steven Singh and Scott Slayer can defeat me or if Johnny Rabid can do one half way decent thing in his career and win this whole thing. Dont bet against ya boi because I’m about to rig the house. Hope you boys can swim because ya’ll are gonna need it. The little rainbow parade you boys think you got going on - that anyone in this Tag Team League thinks that they got going on is about to come crashing down. That's the thing about me. Scott, you were curious to know but now you know that out of all the colors of the rainbow, I’m all of them. I’m a little black face if’n you get what I mean.”
Odin swipes his hand over his face to reveal him wearing black shoe polish before getting tackled from out of nowhere by three men in suits.
We return to our regularly scheduled promo to Alex Richards waking back up again in the middle of the night.
ALEX RICHARDS
“ Wow; what a dream. I gotta lay off the Zim-Quilla milkshakes at night. I guess its good to know that even my subconscious thinks that Odin and I got this tournament and I’ll be able to get myself back into the World Championship scene. “
We can hear Odin outside on the deck of the ship yelling and screaming.
ODIN
“No! NOOO!! It was just a bit, it was just a bit, I don’t want to be the Governor of Virginia, I don’t want to go to med school. I don’t even know what the definition if IS, is.”
Alex Richards hangs his head, falls back, sandwiches his face between his pillows and screams obscenities.
PART THREE: THE ODIN BALFORE APOLOGY TOUR
The APPLAUSE light blinks as the live studio audience claps on the set of THE VIEW. Back in the green room Odin Balfore sits on the floor with his back up against the wall. Across the room was Liam Neeson, with his elbows on his lap and his head in his hands; a victim of social capital prison.
ODIN
“ Are you on a apology tour, too?”
Taken, from Taken groans through his palms and gently shakes his head in the affirmative. He peels himself away, sighs and wrenches his hands together.
LIAM
“What did you do, my friend?”
ODIN
“ Wore black face in a promo to illustrate a point of metaphor; you?”
LIAM
“Back in the 70s, a dear friend of mine was raped by a black man and I went out and wanted to crack a skull or two.”
ODIN
“ Black guy, in the 70’s, in Ireland; whats there like three of them? “
LIAM
“ Was, three of them. I guess you could say that I was the danger before there was the danger. Hell, the Catholics and the bloody Prod bastards were killing each other left and bloody right. Ireland back in the day was a very troubled place. We called it the troubles, that's how bad it was. Thankfully I caught myself in time and never did harm to anybody. I talked about this on camera in context of relating to a character on film and it became this whole ordeal. Its like when did being a man and doing whats right become toxic; when did masculinity become toxic? “
ODIN
“ I don’t know, Liam, I just don’t know. However, what I can tell you is that women cannot be strong and weak at the same time. They want it both ways and it cant always happen like that. Strong men prevail and if men are not equipt for conflict then that leads to a downfall in social norms. Liam, we’re both entertainers and legends in our industries. We are men of our time and to be told that to be that way is an affront to ‘progressive means’ is crazy. Women, they don’t want fat, out of shape gamers, they want those firemen calendars and dildos that do backflips in their cootch. They want to be provided for and protected, they don’ want to do that to a grown man. But that's the thing, men aint men no more. They are just boys that know how to tie a four hand knot and have a credit card with a Netflix account. That's why its toxic, because it isnt masculine anymore. There is no more honor anymore. I look around in my own industries and it’s always been boy playing pretend but this last generation, it has gotten worse. I’m dealing with boys, now; young boys. These crop of guys coming up wernt even born when I started wrestling. However they all want to tell me that I don’t know what I’m talking about, I don’t know how to wrestle when they guys teaching them made their name wrestling at used car shows and birthday parties. Those guys couldnt even lace my boots let alone train somebody that could defeat me. Like Scott Slayer, the rebel, the edge lord, the hater of authority. In twenty year he’ll be wearing dad shorts and bringing a fanny back to the zoo. Like, I get it but the boy aint no man and he sure as hell aint going to defeat me this week. There is nothing toxic about being a man and doing whats right. However, there is something wrong about pretending and Scott Slayer and Steven Singh are just pretenders in the world of the real deal, the Bad Mother Fucker, Odin Balfore. “
LIAM
“ I just want to raise awareness about mans primal urges and how things like that need to be put in check.”
ODIN
“ Well I’m about to use my primal urges like a concrete sledge to put the entire WCF back in check because after I win this Tag Team League, I’m getting my world championship back and it Brandi or somebody else - make no apology for that”
