Post by Odin Balfore on Jun 2, 2011 22:34:03 GMT -5
“Reflection of A Freak show” Part II
RP1
WCF- Slam!
Tag Team Match
Tommy Knoxville & Odin Balfore
vs.
Shane Borderland & Logan
* After the disappointment that was both the carnivals freak show and the disappointment that IS The World Elite, Odin Balfore walks around the carnival in search of something to do and wash away the trails of pathetic “ horror.“ The mid way is always a great way to smooth over any sore spots at times like this so that’s where Odin ventures. He comes across an “ old west ” shooting gallery and takes his place by one of the two empty guns. When the game operator stops him. *
Operator: Whoa, easy there big fella. I hate to inform you that this game needs two shooters.
* Odin looks at Gill who leaps on the table and goes over to the second gun. *
Operator: Sorry again, but he’ll need thumbs.
Odin: Tell ya what; you look into his eyes and you tell me if he’s shot a gun before. Does that look like a raccoon that’s never shot a gun before? You’re looking at the Duke of New York, he’s number one!
Operator: No can do; He’s a raccoon. He’ll have to let someone else play.
* Gill throws the gun to the floor in protest as he storms off. *
Gill: .. .. .. .. ..
Odin: Yah, haters gotta hate.
Gill: .. .. .. ..
Odin: Cotton candy does sound like a good idea. I’ll see you over there when I’m done with this.
Operator: Alright! We got one player ready to take out the Wild Bunch. It’s a shoot out at the OK Corral, who will assist this one brave man?!
* Another patron appears and takes the gun next to Odin. The game operator takes his place at the side of the counter and flicks the switch for the game to start. Odin starts picking off his side of the targets where as his team mate is having trouble, both with skill and malfunction of his weapon. Odin sees this and starts picking up his slack. The game ends as Odin puts down the last target with in the final seconds.*
Operator: Winner!
* Odin starts to walk away from the both before getting his prize.*
Operator: Don’t you want your prize?
Odin: That was my prize.
* Odin continues to stroll down the mod way as he addresses the camera. *
Odin: Tandem, tag team action- that’s what I do. I know you’re watching Shane. I know you’re gonna try and scout. This match is You’re chance to see Odin Balfore close up. This is you’re chance to see the caged lion from the safety the ring apron. That right there is what I do. When something goes wrong or my team mate can’t carry his slack, I go in and make sure that the job gets done. This you on one side of the ring, me on the other, with partners in the mix. You have Logan, I have Knoxville. Why don’t cha just think about that for a minute Shane, a good, fast minute. On the opposite side from you there’s two guys that have a very sour taste for who you are and what you represented. Knoxville’s gonna want a big ol piece of you to get at Kash and I well.. I want this match to serve as your warning.
This is the match where you get to see Odin Balfore close up in the element that he does best. Tag team wrestling is the skill that’s carried through this industry but you’ve also seen what I’ve done to guys in this ring an what I’ve done to you’re little fallen Nate Bishop. My thoughts of Knoxville aside, I will do what needs to be done during this match, even if I have to break your hand like I did Nate’s. I want from you this week Shane, isn’t to suffer or to get all busted up- those are just facts that come with this match.
You’ll get to see what I’m all about. My power, intensity and drive. When you get in that ring with me and you feel like your oceans and worlds apart from your corner and you’re looking up and see you the look in my eyes and you know that deep down.. There’s nothing you can do. You do good to remember that I’ve made a career off of guys like you- guys that needs to be put in their place. A talent, no doubt whose face his share of challenges but I’m a different kind of a challenge, I’m the challenge that will eat you from the inside out. I’m the challenge, the infection that starts Monday night. The challenge starts as soon as my music hits an I walk to that ring where You’ll lay your eyes on me- a sight you’ll dread from your entire life. For the past three weeks you’ve seen me take care of a man who wanted to be a giant- a man that’s a well established mid carder and a man that’s seen the better part of his days. And you know what.. I’ve crushed them all. That’s what you have to look forward too this week- a lesson in psychology- a lesson in courage, when you will have to test yourself before you get to go one on one with the Nordic Tank that you see before you at this moment. When I don’t quit, when I don’t stop when I don’t give you the opportunities to think or breath.. You’ll know that your in trouble that much more when we face off for your.. Sorry.. My soon to be US Title.
* Odin keeps walking for a little bit more as he comes on a strange Carnival right with a sign above it that reads “ Connector” He approaches the ticket taker and takes out a string of tickets from his pocket. *
Odin: How many?
Ticket Taker: just one.
Odin: That’s all it takes, right Logan? One ticket an I’m on my way to “ Connector city”- cute.. Real cute. I’m sure that’s gotten worn out long ago back when you were a relevant force here. Hall of famer, big shot, tough guy.. What ever you wana be in WCF.. Its cute. There’s one issue though.
* Odin motions for the camera to follow him as he tries to board the ride. He takes a seat on the free fall drop benches and you can see it sink down, obviously they weren’t built with a man of his size in mind. The ride operator comes over to talk to Odin. *
Operator 2: Sir, I think you’re too big.
* Odin looks sarcastically upset. *
Odin: But I wanted to go to Connector City- I even got my ticket.
Operator 2: Well you broke the ride to Connector City, you’re too big. You can’t fit. I apologize.
* Odin gets up and smiles as he walks out with out another word. Back outside the proximate of the ride Odin talks with the camera again. *
Odin: Logan.. Logan.. Logan.. This is all I’ve ever heard from you.. Ticket this, boudle that.. Connector city.. Have you really gotten by for eleven years with just a play on words with your finisher? Eleven years in WCF.. Most certainly doesn’t impress me because while you sat here in this hole in the wall- playing up to you’re merger five championships - I’ve been touring the country and the world. You may be a home grown legend.. But that’s all you are.. You’re important only to WCF while the rest of the world doesn’t even know who you are.
So fuck it, right? You’re a “Main Eventer”- You’re a big shot!
* Odin scoffs and makes a jerk off motion with his hand. *
Odin: talk to more guys like me and compete with more guys like me then maybe you’ll be a main evener. Eleven years in WCF, you’re a glorified FPV as far as I’m concerned and your pathetic little banter and ranting won’t get you very far because you want to put all your eggs in one basket. You’re not fooling me either with this “ merger” as you put it because said it yourself that you can’t be trusted- you’ll stab Shane in the back the moment it benefits you more then the team does but if for one second you refuse a tag in this match- I’ll personally mow Shane down, go up to you, dig my fingers into your scalp and rip your ass over that rope.
I’m seven foot fucking tall and weight damn near four hundred pounds.. You think you’re gonna get me in a sleeper hold- and long enough to actually FLIP over my head to give me a standing snap mare? As you just seen- there ain’t no wait I’m going to connector city- I’m too big, too strong- too experienced and too fucking smart. I don’t care about you’re titles or your little war game wins or what ever history you made here because in that ring on Monday- it counts for shit.. Which is exactly what you’ll be counting for.
I ain’t no jobber, no little try hard with his hands out for a freebie. I’m a man whose helped build and shaped this industry. From what I’ve seen from this place in the short time that I’ve been here- you don’t see too many guys like me, how unfortunate for you. Play times over Logan, you’re little puns an fantasies are at an end. You’re fighting The Maverick Elite and you gonna be this tall to survive.
* Odin extends his arm up over his head. *
Odin: If you try to take me to you’re little washed up city, drowning in its own self worth and pity then you bring a new man in town, a sheriff to lay HIS law down. I’ll scoop you up and put you on my shoulder, run you a across the ring at a million miles per hour, slam you through the mat- that’s the lawmakers command- I’ll be shutting your ghost town down at Monday night slam.
* Did he just unintentionally rhyme that whole thing?*
Odin: With or with out Knoxville, Logan- I’ll get the job done. I’ll eat away at Shane, till his brain stem melts and his mind explodes. I’ll bare knuckle brawl you- crush you and make you beg for Jesus- what are you gonna do when I wrap my tree trunk thighs around you? Lock in either a gogoplata or triangle submission, its Mavericks Whim when it comes to making a statement.
Lets speak of statements, Knoxville doesn’t speak for much. If anything he’ll be as useful as eunuch trying to bust a nut. If it comes down to it, I told ya Logan- I’d do it myself. If that happens then its you’re team that’ll truly be at the disadvantage. If he bails or flakes and I’m there by myself - I’m not a man down but you’re still at a man apart. It’ll take time and strategy. A tag in or out will take precious seconds that the two of you just can’t afford. There’s no out smarting me; I used be a world champion in chess. I’ll put you both in check mate before you can castle and rest.
It’ll be me with the high ground, all the cards in my hand. I have the world feeding me knowledge while your still playing with the same old band. You and Shane, its real cute. Lets see how long it lasts, tell ya one thing - this shit ain’t going past Slam! You’re the WCF Main Event, I’m the Big M-E- I’ve put cash in wallets and asses in seats while you were still here Logan, trying to take people to your silly Connector City. In just a few days its eleven years of the same old boarding thing, a yawn, a snore an everything in-between, Weather you wana think it not, you’re old news- washed up. There’s a new Main Event in town an I don’t care if you don’t give a fuck. Take you’re boudle and babys girls- and go hide up in the attic because This Nordic tanks about to roll through you’re town so make like Anne Frank and panic.
Mavericks coming for you Logan, Shane you better be scared because I’m walking into your lame connector city with out a ticket or token just to waste siege to it- leave it battered and broken. What took you eleven years in this company will only take me three seconds to ruin. Burn your shit down to the ground with my Mark and my shadow. Keep you trapped there for as long as I want because to me your skills just don’t matter.
I’m the Maverick Elite, The Big Main- Event- My will is law and that’s absolute, if you try and step up then I’ll make you eat my boot.
Shane the times almost here for me to take your title, so look on in disbelieve and hold it strong in your memory cuz I’m about to school you harder then Steven Hawking. I’ll have you both looking up at those bright lights and ceiling- Give the Main Event a taste of how real fighters do it. Crush you both with my bare hands, make you unable to breath, drive my knee into your guts till you cough up your spleens. At Slam, its gonna be The main Event verse The Big M-E, except boys- experience favors me.
So when you’re questioning loyalties Shane, can Logan be trusted? Will he be there for you when the moment calls for it? It won’t matter a damn thing Shane because this is the pre cursor to you’re funeral- What I started with Nate, I’ve finish with you. So I have spoken.. So it shall.. Come to pass.
* Odin starts to laugh to himself as he starts to walk away, the camera following him as Gilligan appears from the crowd with cotton candy in hand. The scene starts to fade as you see Odin taking a piece of candy and eating it as they walk and disappear into the crowd. *
~~FINN
RP1
WCF- Slam!
Tag Team Match
Tommy Knoxville & Odin Balfore
vs.
Shane Borderland & Logan
* After the disappointment that was both the carnivals freak show and the disappointment that IS The World Elite, Odin Balfore walks around the carnival in search of something to do and wash away the trails of pathetic “ horror.“ The mid way is always a great way to smooth over any sore spots at times like this so that’s where Odin ventures. He comes across an “ old west ” shooting gallery and takes his place by one of the two empty guns. When the game operator stops him. *
Operator: Whoa, easy there big fella. I hate to inform you that this game needs two shooters.
* Odin looks at Gill who leaps on the table and goes over to the second gun. *
Operator: Sorry again, but he’ll need thumbs.
Odin: Tell ya what; you look into his eyes and you tell me if he’s shot a gun before. Does that look like a raccoon that’s never shot a gun before? You’re looking at the Duke of New York, he’s number one!
Operator: No can do; He’s a raccoon. He’ll have to let someone else play.
* Gill throws the gun to the floor in protest as he storms off. *
Gill: .. .. .. .. ..
Odin: Yah, haters gotta hate.
Gill: .. .. .. ..
Odin: Cotton candy does sound like a good idea. I’ll see you over there when I’m done with this.
Operator: Alright! We got one player ready to take out the Wild Bunch. It’s a shoot out at the OK Corral, who will assist this one brave man?!
* Another patron appears and takes the gun next to Odin. The game operator takes his place at the side of the counter and flicks the switch for the game to start. Odin starts picking off his side of the targets where as his team mate is having trouble, both with skill and malfunction of his weapon. Odin sees this and starts picking up his slack. The game ends as Odin puts down the last target with in the final seconds.*
Operator: Winner!
* Odin starts to walk away from the both before getting his prize.*
Operator: Don’t you want your prize?
Odin: That was my prize.
* Odin continues to stroll down the mod way as he addresses the camera. *
Odin: Tandem, tag team action- that’s what I do. I know you’re watching Shane. I know you’re gonna try and scout. This match is You’re chance to see Odin Balfore close up. This is you’re chance to see the caged lion from the safety the ring apron. That right there is what I do. When something goes wrong or my team mate can’t carry his slack, I go in and make sure that the job gets done. This you on one side of the ring, me on the other, with partners in the mix. You have Logan, I have Knoxville. Why don’t cha just think about that for a minute Shane, a good, fast minute. On the opposite side from you there’s two guys that have a very sour taste for who you are and what you represented. Knoxville’s gonna want a big ol piece of you to get at Kash and I well.. I want this match to serve as your warning.
This is the match where you get to see Odin Balfore close up in the element that he does best. Tag team wrestling is the skill that’s carried through this industry but you’ve also seen what I’ve done to guys in this ring an what I’ve done to you’re little fallen Nate Bishop. My thoughts of Knoxville aside, I will do what needs to be done during this match, even if I have to break your hand like I did Nate’s. I want from you this week Shane, isn’t to suffer or to get all busted up- those are just facts that come with this match.
You’ll get to see what I’m all about. My power, intensity and drive. When you get in that ring with me and you feel like your oceans and worlds apart from your corner and you’re looking up and see you the look in my eyes and you know that deep down.. There’s nothing you can do. You do good to remember that I’ve made a career off of guys like you- guys that needs to be put in their place. A talent, no doubt whose face his share of challenges but I’m a different kind of a challenge, I’m the challenge that will eat you from the inside out. I’m the challenge, the infection that starts Monday night. The challenge starts as soon as my music hits an I walk to that ring where You’ll lay your eyes on me- a sight you’ll dread from your entire life. For the past three weeks you’ve seen me take care of a man who wanted to be a giant- a man that’s a well established mid carder and a man that’s seen the better part of his days. And you know what.. I’ve crushed them all. That’s what you have to look forward too this week- a lesson in psychology- a lesson in courage, when you will have to test yourself before you get to go one on one with the Nordic Tank that you see before you at this moment. When I don’t quit, when I don’t stop when I don’t give you the opportunities to think or breath.. You’ll know that your in trouble that much more when we face off for your.. Sorry.. My soon to be US Title.
* Odin keeps walking for a little bit more as he comes on a strange Carnival right with a sign above it that reads “ Connector” He approaches the ticket taker and takes out a string of tickets from his pocket. *
Odin: How many?
Ticket Taker: just one.
Odin: That’s all it takes, right Logan? One ticket an I’m on my way to “ Connector city”- cute.. Real cute. I’m sure that’s gotten worn out long ago back when you were a relevant force here. Hall of famer, big shot, tough guy.. What ever you wana be in WCF.. Its cute. There’s one issue though.
* Odin motions for the camera to follow him as he tries to board the ride. He takes a seat on the free fall drop benches and you can see it sink down, obviously they weren’t built with a man of his size in mind. The ride operator comes over to talk to Odin. *
Operator 2: Sir, I think you’re too big.
* Odin looks sarcastically upset. *
Odin: But I wanted to go to Connector City- I even got my ticket.
Operator 2: Well you broke the ride to Connector City, you’re too big. You can’t fit. I apologize.
* Odin gets up and smiles as he walks out with out another word. Back outside the proximate of the ride Odin talks with the camera again. *
Odin: Logan.. Logan.. Logan.. This is all I’ve ever heard from you.. Ticket this, boudle that.. Connector city.. Have you really gotten by for eleven years with just a play on words with your finisher? Eleven years in WCF.. Most certainly doesn’t impress me because while you sat here in this hole in the wall- playing up to you’re merger five championships - I’ve been touring the country and the world. You may be a home grown legend.. But that’s all you are.. You’re important only to WCF while the rest of the world doesn’t even know who you are.
So fuck it, right? You’re a “Main Eventer”- You’re a big shot!
* Odin scoffs and makes a jerk off motion with his hand. *
Odin: talk to more guys like me and compete with more guys like me then maybe you’ll be a main evener. Eleven years in WCF, you’re a glorified FPV as far as I’m concerned and your pathetic little banter and ranting won’t get you very far because you want to put all your eggs in one basket. You’re not fooling me either with this “ merger” as you put it because said it yourself that you can’t be trusted- you’ll stab Shane in the back the moment it benefits you more then the team does but if for one second you refuse a tag in this match- I’ll personally mow Shane down, go up to you, dig my fingers into your scalp and rip your ass over that rope.
I’m seven foot fucking tall and weight damn near four hundred pounds.. You think you’re gonna get me in a sleeper hold- and long enough to actually FLIP over my head to give me a standing snap mare? As you just seen- there ain’t no wait I’m going to connector city- I’m too big, too strong- too experienced and too fucking smart. I don’t care about you’re titles or your little war game wins or what ever history you made here because in that ring on Monday- it counts for shit.. Which is exactly what you’ll be counting for.
I ain’t no jobber, no little try hard with his hands out for a freebie. I’m a man whose helped build and shaped this industry. From what I’ve seen from this place in the short time that I’ve been here- you don’t see too many guys like me, how unfortunate for you. Play times over Logan, you’re little puns an fantasies are at an end. You’re fighting The Maverick Elite and you gonna be this tall to survive.
* Odin extends his arm up over his head. *
Odin: If you try to take me to you’re little washed up city, drowning in its own self worth and pity then you bring a new man in town, a sheriff to lay HIS law down. I’ll scoop you up and put you on my shoulder, run you a across the ring at a million miles per hour, slam you through the mat- that’s the lawmakers command- I’ll be shutting your ghost town down at Monday night slam.
* Did he just unintentionally rhyme that whole thing?*
Odin: With or with out Knoxville, Logan- I’ll get the job done. I’ll eat away at Shane, till his brain stem melts and his mind explodes. I’ll bare knuckle brawl you- crush you and make you beg for Jesus- what are you gonna do when I wrap my tree trunk thighs around you? Lock in either a gogoplata or triangle submission, its Mavericks Whim when it comes to making a statement.
Lets speak of statements, Knoxville doesn’t speak for much. If anything he’ll be as useful as eunuch trying to bust a nut. If it comes down to it, I told ya Logan- I’d do it myself. If that happens then its you’re team that’ll truly be at the disadvantage. If he bails or flakes and I’m there by myself - I’m not a man down but you’re still at a man apart. It’ll take time and strategy. A tag in or out will take precious seconds that the two of you just can’t afford. There’s no out smarting me; I used be a world champion in chess. I’ll put you both in check mate before you can castle and rest.
It’ll be me with the high ground, all the cards in my hand. I have the world feeding me knowledge while your still playing with the same old band. You and Shane, its real cute. Lets see how long it lasts, tell ya one thing - this shit ain’t going past Slam! You’re the WCF Main Event, I’m the Big M-E- I’ve put cash in wallets and asses in seats while you were still here Logan, trying to take people to your silly Connector City. In just a few days its eleven years of the same old boarding thing, a yawn, a snore an everything in-between, Weather you wana think it not, you’re old news- washed up. There’s a new Main Event in town an I don’t care if you don’t give a fuck. Take you’re boudle and babys girls- and go hide up in the attic because This Nordic tanks about to roll through you’re town so make like Anne Frank and panic.
Mavericks coming for you Logan, Shane you better be scared because I’m walking into your lame connector city with out a ticket or token just to waste siege to it- leave it battered and broken. What took you eleven years in this company will only take me three seconds to ruin. Burn your shit down to the ground with my Mark and my shadow. Keep you trapped there for as long as I want because to me your skills just don’t matter.
I’m the Maverick Elite, The Big Main- Event- My will is law and that’s absolute, if you try and step up then I’ll make you eat my boot.
Shane the times almost here for me to take your title, so look on in disbelieve and hold it strong in your memory cuz I’m about to school you harder then Steven Hawking. I’ll have you both looking up at those bright lights and ceiling- Give the Main Event a taste of how real fighters do it. Crush you both with my bare hands, make you unable to breath, drive my knee into your guts till you cough up your spleens. At Slam, its gonna be The main Event verse The Big M-E, except boys- experience favors me.
So when you’re questioning loyalties Shane, can Logan be trusted? Will he be there for you when the moment calls for it? It won’t matter a damn thing Shane because this is the pre cursor to you’re funeral- What I started with Nate, I’ve finish with you. So I have spoken.. So it shall.. Come to pass.
* Odin starts to laugh to himself as he starts to walk away, the camera following him as Gilligan appears from the crowd with cotton candy in hand. The scene starts to fade as you see Odin taking a piece of candy and eating it as they walk and disappear into the crowd. *
~~FINN
