Post by Odin Balfore on May 29, 2011 21:27:21 GMT -5
“ Reflection of a Freak Show” Part I
RP2
WCF-Slam!
Odin Balfore
vs.
Carnage
* There’s a local carnival in town down in southern Texas, Odin and gill decided to head out and get some air, cotton candy and play those rigged mid way games all in the name of good ol’ fashioned American entertainment ( green card pending). Tucked away in the back of the carnival is a man standing on a platform that’s in front of a large circus tent. The two get close s the man starts his bit. *
Showmen: Hur-ray, hur-ray, hur-ray. Step right up and see wonders not beheld by human eyes since before time began. You there, good sir- are you man enough to bare witness to unspeakable horrors?
* Odin shrugs. *
Odin: Probably not, Gill just got off the Matterhorn a little bit ago an is still kinda queasy. I’m willin to bet however that you’ll tell me about those horrors that aren’t speakable though; aren’t cha?
Showmen: With out question my good sir, with out question. Now you’re a man of rather considerable stature so I think you can handle what lays just beyond that threshold, all be it may push you to your mortal limits of fright.
Odin: how many tickets does it cost?
Showmen: Why none, just your willing an eager participation.
* Odin looks at gill.*
Odin: You wana kill five minutes? Get you away from the crowd so you don’t yack on anybody?
* Gill nods. *
Odin: Alright. Lets see what you got.
* Odin and Gill enter the tent, its not long before they see the first freak- the lizard man whose clearly nothing more then a guy with painted skin an a horrible tail appendage from a cheap dinosaur costume. *
Odin: What is this crap?
* Odin reads the placard just in front of the display *
“ Lizard Man- half man, half reptile. Though warm blooded and bi-pedal the Lizard man possess the scaled armor of a reptile and the bad reputation to match. “
Odin: Armor of a reptile? Isnt that going a bit too far? I bet you this is where Carnage got some inspiration from. The toughest, most feared wrestler on alive.. Yup.. I bet he’s got the fake tail to boot.
* Odin scoffs, as he’s not impressed.*
Odin: It takes more then tough skin to be a tough guy and with the fate of the fans in the back of his mind- Carnage has neither tough skin nor a tough guy. Hey lizard guy, I hope they pay you more then roasted peanuts to wear that lame get up.
* Odin starts to chuckle as he walks away. You can hear the Lizard man lament his feelings “ I hate my life.” he sobs. *
Odin: yup; Carnage really pulled a lot of his character from that guy.
* They keep walking when they come to the next freak- the “ Human Pin Cushion.” Odin walks upon the man hammering a nail into his nose. Odin just hangs his head and shakes it as he reads the placard. “
“ Pain, suffering- that’s his M.O. - if only he had health insurance. “
Odin: I was just thinking the same thing about Carnage. Sick, twisted, extreme. A guy who loves torment and loves to torture. Deep down Carnage wishes it was himself. At Slam he’ll get his masochist dreams because he’s in way over his head against me. If you mix up these two freaks, you get a pretty good description of Carnage. Hey yo! Pin Cushion, tell me when you get to China, over there. I feel the need to destroy a city.
* and the bad puns start.. Joy. *
* Odin moves on because well, how can this get any worse? Oh yes.. The main attraction. Odin approaches an erect, box type figure with a sheet cover it. A blinking neon arrow draws your attention down to it. The placard next to reads: *
“ Instructions: Pull sheet “
* Odin pulls to the sheet to reveal a mirror and a sign above it that reads “ true carnage and horror of humanity. *
Odin: And I was right- he cant even main event a damn freak show in back water Texas. The main event- the true carnage and horror of humanity isn’t himself as he hopes he could be. Here I stand carnage- the Real Main Event. The BIG Main Event. Center Stage for the world to see. I’m the headliner from MSG all the way to this back water town. Who are you in comparison to me? You’re this- all of this.. Nothing, a joke, a scam and disgrace. The world can relate you to the poor saps that stand in this oven of a tent that sweat their balls off for the scraps of scraps. That’s what you and the “ World Elite” are; You’re so low on the map and talent pool that you had to rip off poor carnival workers.
Here I am though, looking at myself in the mirror of some two-bit, freak show at the ass end of a horrible human observation that inside all of us lay a horror. Inside all of us lay a horror- well almost all of us, Carnage. Let me tell you what a horror is suppose to be, what a monster is suppose to be- what fear is suppose to be. Let me tell you because you seem to have forgotten it. Your one good trick- your only M.O- and its gone.
Horror is a feeling. it’s a feeling that you put into the soul, into the mind, into the fiber of another person. Horror is dread, depression. One would instill horror by their presence. You lack both. People look at you, I look at you with pity and with a scoffing remark because there’s nothing about you that should cause horror. You’re a man, at the end f his chain, crying to himself that he’s still the man he used to be. You’re presence is that of an annoyance. It’s like you’re an unwelcome houseguest in WCF. You’ve more then worn out your welcome- hell, you did that before your first match here.
Now a monster is a feeling deep inside YOU. it’s a place where you can go yet it’s a place you forgot how to get to. You’ve locked yourself out and thrown away the keys. I can see it in your promos every week- you try and find it- you call the neighbors.. Carnage- just call the fire department because you ain’t getting back there. You can never get back there because you lack horror. You’re just a shell. A monster of a man with out the former isn’t even the latter anymore- you might as well not exist an to most of the WCF.. You don’t. I don’t even think you exist to your little friends who never show up.
Its fear that you hold to your chest as a double edged sword. You both lack and have it. You can’t induce fear into your opponents because you don’t have the other two and you don’t have the other two because you hold fear in your hands like a fragile little flower. Now don’t confuse fear with horror because it’s the fear that you give off that induces horror. The fear you personify by being a MONSTER.
It’s alright though Carnage because I know that you were this great thing way back when- but not now.. Now you’ve forgotten, now you’ve let worry an doubt enter your mind and that will be your unraveling at Slam against me because I can that apart with amazing precision. At Slam I’ll just show you what a monster can really, trully be like. I’ll give you a reminder because with out your armor and thirst for pain and torment.. You’re just another guy fishing for a pay check just like the two guys that I just saw. You’re nothing unique or special but Monday you’ll lay your eyes upon it.
When we get in that ring you WILL feel horror over the fact that my presence simply consumes yours. You will know fear because I know you’ll sense the monster with in me. I’ll show you rage, power, dominance- not because that’s how I get my kicks.. But because I pity you. I pity you Carnage an I pity what you used to be. I pity the fact that you need a crutch to stand on because you can not trust in your abilities but please Carnage.. Trust in me. Trust that my pity will come quickly at your expense and you can sulk quietly into the night, lost behind that curtain- that threshold, that threshold that separates us from them.
Monday Night I’m going to remind you what a real monster can do to a man and more importantly what a real monster can do to a man that used to be one. It ain’t gunna be pretty, hell I never said it would be but you will have realized a few things; one of them is that you can NEEVERRR be what you once were. Another is that you can never be the kind of top performer an athlete that you claim to be and most importantly that this horror, this monster, this living fear that you see before you right now is and will always be.. The Main Event… something that you prevent yourself from being and something that I will prevent you from EVER becoming simply because I will it so. At Slam Carnage, the world WILL forget you- WCF will forget you an I will forget you.. Because You have forgotten yourself and that truly can never be recovered.. So I have spoken.. So it shall.. Come to pass..
* Odin walks offm leaving an empty reflection, ominous of Carnage’s future in WCF. *
~~FINN
RP2
WCF-Slam!
Odin Balfore
vs.
Carnage
* There’s a local carnival in town down in southern Texas, Odin and gill decided to head out and get some air, cotton candy and play those rigged mid way games all in the name of good ol’ fashioned American entertainment ( green card pending). Tucked away in the back of the carnival is a man standing on a platform that’s in front of a large circus tent. The two get close s the man starts his bit. *
Showmen: Hur-ray, hur-ray, hur-ray. Step right up and see wonders not beheld by human eyes since before time began. You there, good sir- are you man enough to bare witness to unspeakable horrors?
* Odin shrugs. *
Odin: Probably not, Gill just got off the Matterhorn a little bit ago an is still kinda queasy. I’m willin to bet however that you’ll tell me about those horrors that aren’t speakable though; aren’t cha?
Showmen: With out question my good sir, with out question. Now you’re a man of rather considerable stature so I think you can handle what lays just beyond that threshold, all be it may push you to your mortal limits of fright.
Odin: how many tickets does it cost?
Showmen: Why none, just your willing an eager participation.
* Odin looks at gill.*
Odin: You wana kill five minutes? Get you away from the crowd so you don’t yack on anybody?
* Gill nods. *
Odin: Alright. Lets see what you got.
* Odin and Gill enter the tent, its not long before they see the first freak- the lizard man whose clearly nothing more then a guy with painted skin an a horrible tail appendage from a cheap dinosaur costume. *
Odin: What is this crap?
* Odin reads the placard just in front of the display *
“ Lizard Man- half man, half reptile. Though warm blooded and bi-pedal the Lizard man possess the scaled armor of a reptile and the bad reputation to match. “
Odin: Armor of a reptile? Isnt that going a bit too far? I bet you this is where Carnage got some inspiration from. The toughest, most feared wrestler on alive.. Yup.. I bet he’s got the fake tail to boot.
* Odin scoffs, as he’s not impressed.*
Odin: It takes more then tough skin to be a tough guy and with the fate of the fans in the back of his mind- Carnage has neither tough skin nor a tough guy. Hey lizard guy, I hope they pay you more then roasted peanuts to wear that lame get up.
* Odin starts to chuckle as he walks away. You can hear the Lizard man lament his feelings “ I hate my life.” he sobs. *
Odin: yup; Carnage really pulled a lot of his character from that guy.
* They keep walking when they come to the next freak- the “ Human Pin Cushion.” Odin walks upon the man hammering a nail into his nose. Odin just hangs his head and shakes it as he reads the placard. “
“ Pain, suffering- that’s his M.O. - if only he had health insurance. “
Odin: I was just thinking the same thing about Carnage. Sick, twisted, extreme. A guy who loves torment and loves to torture. Deep down Carnage wishes it was himself. At Slam he’ll get his masochist dreams because he’s in way over his head against me. If you mix up these two freaks, you get a pretty good description of Carnage. Hey yo! Pin Cushion, tell me when you get to China, over there. I feel the need to destroy a city.
* and the bad puns start.. Joy. *
* Odin moves on because well, how can this get any worse? Oh yes.. The main attraction. Odin approaches an erect, box type figure with a sheet cover it. A blinking neon arrow draws your attention down to it. The placard next to reads: *
“ Instructions: Pull sheet “
* Odin pulls to the sheet to reveal a mirror and a sign above it that reads “ true carnage and horror of humanity. *
Odin: And I was right- he cant even main event a damn freak show in back water Texas. The main event- the true carnage and horror of humanity isn’t himself as he hopes he could be. Here I stand carnage- the Real Main Event. The BIG Main Event. Center Stage for the world to see. I’m the headliner from MSG all the way to this back water town. Who are you in comparison to me? You’re this- all of this.. Nothing, a joke, a scam and disgrace. The world can relate you to the poor saps that stand in this oven of a tent that sweat their balls off for the scraps of scraps. That’s what you and the “ World Elite” are; You’re so low on the map and talent pool that you had to rip off poor carnival workers.
Here I am though, looking at myself in the mirror of some two-bit, freak show at the ass end of a horrible human observation that inside all of us lay a horror. Inside all of us lay a horror- well almost all of us, Carnage. Let me tell you what a horror is suppose to be, what a monster is suppose to be- what fear is suppose to be. Let me tell you because you seem to have forgotten it. Your one good trick- your only M.O- and its gone.
Horror is a feeling. it’s a feeling that you put into the soul, into the mind, into the fiber of another person. Horror is dread, depression. One would instill horror by their presence. You lack both. People look at you, I look at you with pity and with a scoffing remark because there’s nothing about you that should cause horror. You’re a man, at the end f his chain, crying to himself that he’s still the man he used to be. You’re presence is that of an annoyance. It’s like you’re an unwelcome houseguest in WCF. You’ve more then worn out your welcome- hell, you did that before your first match here.
Now a monster is a feeling deep inside YOU. it’s a place where you can go yet it’s a place you forgot how to get to. You’ve locked yourself out and thrown away the keys. I can see it in your promos every week- you try and find it- you call the neighbors.. Carnage- just call the fire department because you ain’t getting back there. You can never get back there because you lack horror. You’re just a shell. A monster of a man with out the former isn’t even the latter anymore- you might as well not exist an to most of the WCF.. You don’t. I don’t even think you exist to your little friends who never show up.
Its fear that you hold to your chest as a double edged sword. You both lack and have it. You can’t induce fear into your opponents because you don’t have the other two and you don’t have the other two because you hold fear in your hands like a fragile little flower. Now don’t confuse fear with horror because it’s the fear that you give off that induces horror. The fear you personify by being a MONSTER.
It’s alright though Carnage because I know that you were this great thing way back when- but not now.. Now you’ve forgotten, now you’ve let worry an doubt enter your mind and that will be your unraveling at Slam against me because I can that apart with amazing precision. At Slam I’ll just show you what a monster can really, trully be like. I’ll give you a reminder because with out your armor and thirst for pain and torment.. You’re just another guy fishing for a pay check just like the two guys that I just saw. You’re nothing unique or special but Monday you’ll lay your eyes upon it.
When we get in that ring you WILL feel horror over the fact that my presence simply consumes yours. You will know fear because I know you’ll sense the monster with in me. I’ll show you rage, power, dominance- not because that’s how I get my kicks.. But because I pity you. I pity you Carnage an I pity what you used to be. I pity the fact that you need a crutch to stand on because you can not trust in your abilities but please Carnage.. Trust in me. Trust that my pity will come quickly at your expense and you can sulk quietly into the night, lost behind that curtain- that threshold, that threshold that separates us from them.
Monday Night I’m going to remind you what a real monster can do to a man and more importantly what a real monster can do to a man that used to be one. It ain’t gunna be pretty, hell I never said it would be but you will have realized a few things; one of them is that you can NEEVERRR be what you once were. Another is that you can never be the kind of top performer an athlete that you claim to be and most importantly that this horror, this monster, this living fear that you see before you right now is and will always be.. The Main Event… something that you prevent yourself from being and something that I will prevent you from EVER becoming simply because I will it so. At Slam Carnage, the world WILL forget you- WCF will forget you an I will forget you.. Because You have forgotten yourself and that truly can never be recovered.. So I have spoken.. So it shall.. Come to pass..
* Odin walks offm leaving an empty reflection, ominous of Carnage’s future in WCF. *
~~FINN
