Post by Odin Balfore on Jun 12, 2011 1:38:49 GMT -5
RP2
WCF- Blast
United States Championship
Odin Balfore
vs.
Shane Borderland ( c )
_______________________________________________
Scene One - “ Two Graves, One Shovel “
* I love it when a plan comes together. I love it more when that plan involves two men a pair of shovels at three in the morning. Nothing good proceeded it but a lot of good can come from it. Odin and Conrad are skulking around a local cemetery in San Diego, California with lanterns in one hand an shovels in the other, they’re careful not to wake any unnecessary dead. *
Conrad: This is some George A Romero, Steven King shit right here.
* Conrad whispers to Odin, so that his voice doesn’t carry through the night air. Odin answers back in a similar fashion. *
Odin: Don’t you pussy out on me fat man.
Conrad: I would never. I haven’t dug up any good dead bodies in weeks.
* Weeks? Did he just say weeks? What the fuck is he doin that for? *
Odin: Good, you better not. If I get busted by the po’s Im’a be singing a sweet ol’ song for them.
Conrad: Well you can guarantee that I’ll be makin my way up to Robinsdale and doing a little grave robbing of my own; Mr. Balfore.. Or should I say Mr. Michael H. Curtis.
Odin: Hey! You keep that up and we’ll be digging three graves.
Conrad: Psh, you ain’t good enough to go into the same earth as the good lord himself, Mr. Ronald Wilson Reagan. To burry you would be to disgrace the legacy of that great, great man.
* Odin just shakes his head and keeps walking. To Conrad, religion and politics are one in the same. They keep walking for a few more minutes before getting to a placard in the ground that’s been mistreated by the weather. The placard reads “ Borderland” *
Conrad: This is the spot.
Odin: How do you know?
Conrad: I know a thing or two about crushing a child’s dreams.
Odin: Still telling orphans there’s no Santa?
Conrad: Ya but I do it with an Easter bunny costume on now.
Odin: You really can sense a child’s broken dreams.
Conrad: I also know a thing or two about dead bodies; this is the spot!
Odin: That explains a lot about your son.
Conrad: Not as much as a spade upside your skull would. Now lets get diggin.
* Odin sticks his shovel in the ground and leans on it with his elbow as if he was lamenting a day dream. *
Odin: I’m really sorry about this Mrs. Borderland, I’m sure you were a fantastic women but when you figure out what happened to your grave when the sun comes out.. You can ask your son after Monday night because after we dig you up, we’re digging him a grave right next to yours.
* Odin looks up at Conrad. *
Odin: Shit, did I spoil the surprise?
Conrad: Mav, if Shane doesn’t realize that he’s a dead man walking and that we’re actually doing him a favor by digging this grave for him then well maybe’s he’s the one that needs the broad end of this shovel.
Odin: Watch your mouth! Broad is a demeaning word, say skank, it makes women feel much more appreciated.
Conrad: Sure thing, skank!
* Dude! Sick burn! Should I get the ointment? No, we all know what Odin does with lotions and creams; dry skin my ass! Conrad starts to laugh as he’s the first to break ground with his shovel. Odin tries to put that wicked sick burn behind him and get to diggin as well. A few more minutes go by of this back break labor before Odin speaks up and breaks the “ dead” air. *
Odin: You know what I said before about bein sorry; fuck it. Just fuck it.
Conrad: Is that your answer to everything? Is that why there’s no lotion in the house?
* Odin glares at Conrad.*
Odin: I hate you.
* After a decade of managing Odin, Conrad finally started dishing back some punishment of his own in the come back department. Odin stops however and starts talking to the grave as Conrad keeps digging. *
Odin: Mrs. Borderland, I take back what I said before. I’m not sorry that I’m digging you up in an Addams Family sorta way. No, I’m not sorry one lickin’ bit?
* lickin bit? Is that like being trapped in a milk jug? Was Shane speaking from experience when he said that one because I don’t even think Odin knows what that meant and he was a juror at the Salem witch trials. *
Odin: I’m not sorry that your son didn’t grow up right. I’m not sorry that you didn’t raise him right. I’m sorry that you never raised your hand to your child and beat the ever loving shit out of him.
Conrad: My parents beat the shit out of me and look how I turned out.
Odin: See, look how Conrad turned out. You got a billionaire digging up your grave. You never been this close to a billionaire since you toured the Hollywood walk of fame back in the seventies. To tell you the truth, this is probably the closest your sons ever gonna get too. It’s alright though because after Monday he’ll have gotten the ass whoopin to end all ass whoopins but I’ll tack your name on the card tree that I send to the hospital to make up for all the years that you just couldn’t live up to being a parent.
This is all because your son Shane just couldn’t leave well enough alone. He had to go and dig and prod and run his mealy little mouth. I was just gonna go in there, do what had to be done and leave but now your sons gone and made a mess of things so I’m going to make him clean it up. I guess you could say that this is one of those situations where you make your bed but now you gotta lay in it.
Conrad: Will you shut up and help me dig, this hole ain’t getting any deeper nor is the dirt getting lighter.
Odin: Not right now Conrad; I’m in the middle of a monologue.
Conrad: You’re gonna be in the middle of my foot in your ass in a moment.
Odin: Don’t mind him Mrs. Borderland, he’s just an inbred hick. Like I was say though, your sons gotten himself into a world of shit. He took something that was purely personal to me and made it a personal matter onto himself. As far as I’m concerned, he stuck his nose where it don’t belong.. Kinda like you at studio fifty-four.
Conrad: Cocaine, such a great drug.. I miss the seventies.
Odin: So probably to spite you and your wishes for his future, Shane went and became a pro wrestler. I’d like you to know Mrs. Borderland before your son gets to tell you.. Kinda ruin the surprise for when you two meet again in just a few short days. I’ll be a straight shooter with you, he’s a good wrestler for his experience and depth. He’s been doing good for about three months but he hasn’t really faced any ya know; challenges.. Speed bumps.. Forks in the road..
Conrad:….. ….. .. Creepy Nordic guys that’ll go out of their way in the middle of the night to have a Shakespearean monologue with a corpse.
Odin: To be or not to be, that sorta thing; ya know ? In three months of wrestling for this promotion, he’s fought a girl more times then he’s probably had sex with a girl..
* I’ll take a heavy bet that it’s more times then you’ve had sex with a girl too. *
Odin: And those sex dolls that his buddies roll with don’t count either.
* I’ll remember that for the bet Odin.. Sex dolls don’t count, gotcha. *
Odin: Your son though is really grasping at straws, hoping that the passion that he had for a man that I injured, a man I know his whole life and that Shane knew all of three months will carry him through this match like a valkyrie from Valhalla. Though this isn’t the end of young life but this is the ragnarok of his career. Passion can take you far in a match but only when coupled with integrity and experience.. Both of which your son lacks in spades. Your son hates me for who I am, rather I hate him on the principle of what he is.
Do you know what your son is Mrs. Borderland? Id imagine he’s nothing more then what he was when you bought the ol’ dust farm from a man in a black hood and cloak. He’s cocky, arrogant, foolish, he’s a stuck up punk with zero track record to back it up. Shane’s short sighted and narrow minded. If he thinks that WCF is the end all be all of my career or that he’s the thorn in its proverbial side then he’s got another thing coming. I mean he must be living life through a milk jug for something, a jug that’s not even empty. The oxygen must be getting cut off to his brain or something’ because that kids just a mile a minute in the same damn direction. He’s like watching a human NASCAR event.
Conrad: He’s good, he’s great, he’s passionate, he’s gonna make you pay for striking down a man you consider be like a son to you.. Kids like a damn Eagles record.
Odin: Completely awesome?
Conrad: Strike that, I take that back. You’re like the Eagles record, Odin. Shane’s more like Milly Vanilly.
Odin: Girl you know its, girl you its.. Ohh I love that song.
Conrad: You would.. Skank.
Odin: Point is Mrs, Borderland is that your son is ill prepared for this up coming match against me. His friends have all padded his little bottom, powered it up real nice.. Like a muscular baby Huey. They’re all whispering in his ear all these great and wonderful things like pigs can fly and that’s h has a snowballs chance in the Sahara.. In fact I think there’s a better chance of you rising out of this grave tonight then Shane has of winning.
Conrad: Well that’s what we’re doing. Rather that’s what I’m doing.
Odin: Shane’s already brought to the table, everything he has to offer anybody at this point in his career. He’s too stubborn to evolve an adapt. That’s what’s wrong with this “ new ” generation. They lack not only the key elements to better themselves and the industry but also the basic fundamentals of it. Blind rage doesn’t make you better and it certainly doesn’t prove anything to go into this match with me and think it makes him the better man to do so. I fight for perseveration, preservation of what he’s currently clinging too. I’ve done more for wrestling then he’ll ever know. Guys like me and Kash will forever be around because the business needs us. Guys like your son just muddle the thing down.
I have as many days left in me as I see fit because I know how to make things run in my favor.. Shane doesn’t even have enough days punched to be a stock boy at a union job. This isn’t about experience though, its not even about wills or rights. All this is the intangible end of the matter. Principle verse pride. You remember that when your sons laying in the grave next to you. Make sure you remind him when Saint peter asks him about his life. So Shane can tell god himself..
Conrad: Mr. Ronald Wilson Reagan !
Odin: That’s it was his pride that put him in this match with me, that at one month in this place.. I’ve impressed the powers that be that I AM BETTER then he is. They see me as a man who can lead the WCF because I’ve done it before an I a man who can do it all again. I want him to come to you Mrs. Borderland an apologize for letting his tongue get him into this situation. Maybe then you can tell him that pride is one of the scene deadly sin and my shadow Is the shadow of death in the wrestling world that’s going to consume him for letting his arrogance get out of hand. What I do in a few days, I don’t do for me.. I do for the good and betterment of my industry. Soon though, I’ll have renamed him. No longer a name but a number. Number Six-Seven -One. All that he’s held dear in WCF I’ll have taken away. His friends.. His home.. His title.. In just a short while from now.. You.. His mother.. Why ?
Conrad: Because you’re a sick perv!
Odin: Says the pot to the kettle. I do this number six-seven - one because I can. Because you can’t stop me. Because you could watch tapes on me a million and a half times over and you still wouldn’t be prepared for a match with me. I’m a different being all together each time I step between those ropes. What makes you think your fully and truly prepared for that? Guys like you Six- Seven- One I’ve faced before you.. They’re all your name sakes. Your predecessors.. Have all thought like you.. Including Kash. In fact Kash has been number six- six- seven, six- six - six AND six- six - three. Your mentor SS one, has preceded you three times. What chance do you feel you have ? I’d like to think that being in my shadow with such distinguished company would keep you warm but it won’t. After Blast Shane.. After we do this SS one.. You will truly have nothing. You will truly be just a number. With out a past.. With out a home, with out family.. With out pride and with out a championship. Monday night, June thirteenth for you Shane will be the greatest night of your life.. The night that you lose it all and gain what hundreds have before you.. A number.. When I break you apart and treat you like the punk son of a worthless, two dollar, bottom feeding trash bag whore that you are, you’ll be putting that night on your little list of accomplishments.. The night Odin Balfore strip you down and humbled you. After Blast you can say that your number Six Hundred and Seventy-one and you can say that with pride because it doesn’t make you bad.. It just make you like everybody else but you see for me.. Blast.. Blast will just be another Monday night. It’ll just be another day in the ring, crushing a kids skull along with his hopes and dreams and take all that he holds dear, including his United Sates Championship!
So I have spoken.. So it shall come to pass.
* Odin drops his shovel and walks off, leaving Conrad to finish the grave. *
Conrad: Odin, you get back here and help me dig up this corpse! Do you know why it’s a federal offense Because you need two fucking people!
* Just then a lemon gets thrown at Conrad’s feet and explodes, forcing him to dancing his feet around and jump back. *
Conrad: What the hell was that?
Odin: that was Cave Johnson and the lemons.. He’s the guy that’s gonna burn your house down but I’m Odin fucking Balfore- the guy that’s gonna burn WCF to the ground and rebuild it in my own image..
* With the lemons! *
~~FINN
WCF- Blast
United States Championship
Odin Balfore
vs.
Shane Borderland ( c )
_______________________________________________
Scene One - “ Two Graves, One Shovel “
* I love it when a plan comes together. I love it more when that plan involves two men a pair of shovels at three in the morning. Nothing good proceeded it but a lot of good can come from it. Odin and Conrad are skulking around a local cemetery in San Diego, California with lanterns in one hand an shovels in the other, they’re careful not to wake any unnecessary dead. *
Conrad: This is some George A Romero, Steven King shit right here.
* Conrad whispers to Odin, so that his voice doesn’t carry through the night air. Odin answers back in a similar fashion. *
Odin: Don’t you pussy out on me fat man.
Conrad: I would never. I haven’t dug up any good dead bodies in weeks.
* Weeks? Did he just say weeks? What the fuck is he doin that for? *
Odin: Good, you better not. If I get busted by the po’s Im’a be singing a sweet ol’ song for them.
Conrad: Well you can guarantee that I’ll be makin my way up to Robinsdale and doing a little grave robbing of my own; Mr. Balfore.. Or should I say Mr. Michael H. Curtis.
Odin: Hey! You keep that up and we’ll be digging three graves.
Conrad: Psh, you ain’t good enough to go into the same earth as the good lord himself, Mr. Ronald Wilson Reagan. To burry you would be to disgrace the legacy of that great, great man.
* Odin just shakes his head and keeps walking. To Conrad, religion and politics are one in the same. They keep walking for a few more minutes before getting to a placard in the ground that’s been mistreated by the weather. The placard reads “ Borderland” *
Conrad: This is the spot.
Odin: How do you know?
Conrad: I know a thing or two about crushing a child’s dreams.
Odin: Still telling orphans there’s no Santa?
Conrad: Ya but I do it with an Easter bunny costume on now.
Odin: You really can sense a child’s broken dreams.
Conrad: I also know a thing or two about dead bodies; this is the spot!
Odin: That explains a lot about your son.
Conrad: Not as much as a spade upside your skull would. Now lets get diggin.
* Odin sticks his shovel in the ground and leans on it with his elbow as if he was lamenting a day dream. *
Odin: I’m really sorry about this Mrs. Borderland, I’m sure you were a fantastic women but when you figure out what happened to your grave when the sun comes out.. You can ask your son after Monday night because after we dig you up, we’re digging him a grave right next to yours.
* Odin looks up at Conrad. *
Odin: Shit, did I spoil the surprise?
Conrad: Mav, if Shane doesn’t realize that he’s a dead man walking and that we’re actually doing him a favor by digging this grave for him then well maybe’s he’s the one that needs the broad end of this shovel.
Odin: Watch your mouth! Broad is a demeaning word, say skank, it makes women feel much more appreciated.
Conrad: Sure thing, skank!
* Dude! Sick burn! Should I get the ointment? No, we all know what Odin does with lotions and creams; dry skin my ass! Conrad starts to laugh as he’s the first to break ground with his shovel. Odin tries to put that wicked sick burn behind him and get to diggin as well. A few more minutes go by of this back break labor before Odin speaks up and breaks the “ dead” air. *
Odin: You know what I said before about bein sorry; fuck it. Just fuck it.
Conrad: Is that your answer to everything? Is that why there’s no lotion in the house?
* Odin glares at Conrad.*
Odin: I hate you.
* After a decade of managing Odin, Conrad finally started dishing back some punishment of his own in the come back department. Odin stops however and starts talking to the grave as Conrad keeps digging. *
Odin: Mrs. Borderland, I take back what I said before. I’m not sorry that I’m digging you up in an Addams Family sorta way. No, I’m not sorry one lickin’ bit?
* lickin bit? Is that like being trapped in a milk jug? Was Shane speaking from experience when he said that one because I don’t even think Odin knows what that meant and he was a juror at the Salem witch trials. *
Odin: I’m not sorry that your son didn’t grow up right. I’m not sorry that you didn’t raise him right. I’m sorry that you never raised your hand to your child and beat the ever loving shit out of him.
Conrad: My parents beat the shit out of me and look how I turned out.
Odin: See, look how Conrad turned out. You got a billionaire digging up your grave. You never been this close to a billionaire since you toured the Hollywood walk of fame back in the seventies. To tell you the truth, this is probably the closest your sons ever gonna get too. It’s alright though because after Monday he’ll have gotten the ass whoopin to end all ass whoopins but I’ll tack your name on the card tree that I send to the hospital to make up for all the years that you just couldn’t live up to being a parent.
This is all because your son Shane just couldn’t leave well enough alone. He had to go and dig and prod and run his mealy little mouth. I was just gonna go in there, do what had to be done and leave but now your sons gone and made a mess of things so I’m going to make him clean it up. I guess you could say that this is one of those situations where you make your bed but now you gotta lay in it.
Conrad: Will you shut up and help me dig, this hole ain’t getting any deeper nor is the dirt getting lighter.
Odin: Not right now Conrad; I’m in the middle of a monologue.
Conrad: You’re gonna be in the middle of my foot in your ass in a moment.
Odin: Don’t mind him Mrs. Borderland, he’s just an inbred hick. Like I was say though, your sons gotten himself into a world of shit. He took something that was purely personal to me and made it a personal matter onto himself. As far as I’m concerned, he stuck his nose where it don’t belong.. Kinda like you at studio fifty-four.
Conrad: Cocaine, such a great drug.. I miss the seventies.
Odin: So probably to spite you and your wishes for his future, Shane went and became a pro wrestler. I’d like you to know Mrs. Borderland before your son gets to tell you.. Kinda ruin the surprise for when you two meet again in just a few short days. I’ll be a straight shooter with you, he’s a good wrestler for his experience and depth. He’s been doing good for about three months but he hasn’t really faced any ya know; challenges.. Speed bumps.. Forks in the road..
Conrad:….. ….. .. Creepy Nordic guys that’ll go out of their way in the middle of the night to have a Shakespearean monologue with a corpse.
Odin: To be or not to be, that sorta thing; ya know ? In three months of wrestling for this promotion, he’s fought a girl more times then he’s probably had sex with a girl..
* I’ll take a heavy bet that it’s more times then you’ve had sex with a girl too. *
Odin: And those sex dolls that his buddies roll with don’t count either.
* I’ll remember that for the bet Odin.. Sex dolls don’t count, gotcha. *
Odin: Your son though is really grasping at straws, hoping that the passion that he had for a man that I injured, a man I know his whole life and that Shane knew all of three months will carry him through this match like a valkyrie from Valhalla. Though this isn’t the end of young life but this is the ragnarok of his career. Passion can take you far in a match but only when coupled with integrity and experience.. Both of which your son lacks in spades. Your son hates me for who I am, rather I hate him on the principle of what he is.
Do you know what your son is Mrs. Borderland? Id imagine he’s nothing more then what he was when you bought the ol’ dust farm from a man in a black hood and cloak. He’s cocky, arrogant, foolish, he’s a stuck up punk with zero track record to back it up. Shane’s short sighted and narrow minded. If he thinks that WCF is the end all be all of my career or that he’s the thorn in its proverbial side then he’s got another thing coming. I mean he must be living life through a milk jug for something, a jug that’s not even empty. The oxygen must be getting cut off to his brain or something’ because that kids just a mile a minute in the same damn direction. He’s like watching a human NASCAR event.
Conrad: He’s good, he’s great, he’s passionate, he’s gonna make you pay for striking down a man you consider be like a son to you.. Kids like a damn Eagles record.
Odin: Completely awesome?
Conrad: Strike that, I take that back. You’re like the Eagles record, Odin. Shane’s more like Milly Vanilly.
Odin: Girl you know its, girl you its.. Ohh I love that song.
Conrad: You would.. Skank.
Odin: Point is Mrs, Borderland is that your son is ill prepared for this up coming match against me. His friends have all padded his little bottom, powered it up real nice.. Like a muscular baby Huey. They’re all whispering in his ear all these great and wonderful things like pigs can fly and that’s h has a snowballs chance in the Sahara.. In fact I think there’s a better chance of you rising out of this grave tonight then Shane has of winning.
Conrad: Well that’s what we’re doing. Rather that’s what I’m doing.
Odin: Shane’s already brought to the table, everything he has to offer anybody at this point in his career. He’s too stubborn to evolve an adapt. That’s what’s wrong with this “ new ” generation. They lack not only the key elements to better themselves and the industry but also the basic fundamentals of it. Blind rage doesn’t make you better and it certainly doesn’t prove anything to go into this match with me and think it makes him the better man to do so. I fight for perseveration, preservation of what he’s currently clinging too. I’ve done more for wrestling then he’ll ever know. Guys like me and Kash will forever be around because the business needs us. Guys like your son just muddle the thing down.
I have as many days left in me as I see fit because I know how to make things run in my favor.. Shane doesn’t even have enough days punched to be a stock boy at a union job. This isn’t about experience though, its not even about wills or rights. All this is the intangible end of the matter. Principle verse pride. You remember that when your sons laying in the grave next to you. Make sure you remind him when Saint peter asks him about his life. So Shane can tell god himself..
Conrad: Mr. Ronald Wilson Reagan !
Odin: That’s it was his pride that put him in this match with me, that at one month in this place.. I’ve impressed the powers that be that I AM BETTER then he is. They see me as a man who can lead the WCF because I’ve done it before an I a man who can do it all again. I want him to come to you Mrs. Borderland an apologize for letting his tongue get him into this situation. Maybe then you can tell him that pride is one of the scene deadly sin and my shadow Is the shadow of death in the wrestling world that’s going to consume him for letting his arrogance get out of hand. What I do in a few days, I don’t do for me.. I do for the good and betterment of my industry. Soon though, I’ll have renamed him. No longer a name but a number. Number Six-Seven -One. All that he’s held dear in WCF I’ll have taken away. His friends.. His home.. His title.. In just a short while from now.. You.. His mother.. Why ?
Conrad: Because you’re a sick perv!
Odin: Says the pot to the kettle. I do this number six-seven - one because I can. Because you can’t stop me. Because you could watch tapes on me a million and a half times over and you still wouldn’t be prepared for a match with me. I’m a different being all together each time I step between those ropes. What makes you think your fully and truly prepared for that? Guys like you Six- Seven- One I’ve faced before you.. They’re all your name sakes. Your predecessors.. Have all thought like you.. Including Kash. In fact Kash has been number six- six- seven, six- six - six AND six- six - three. Your mentor SS one, has preceded you three times. What chance do you feel you have ? I’d like to think that being in my shadow with such distinguished company would keep you warm but it won’t. After Blast Shane.. After we do this SS one.. You will truly have nothing. You will truly be just a number. With out a past.. With out a home, with out family.. With out pride and with out a championship. Monday night, June thirteenth for you Shane will be the greatest night of your life.. The night that you lose it all and gain what hundreds have before you.. A number.. When I break you apart and treat you like the punk son of a worthless, two dollar, bottom feeding trash bag whore that you are, you’ll be putting that night on your little list of accomplishments.. The night Odin Balfore strip you down and humbled you. After Blast you can say that your number Six Hundred and Seventy-one and you can say that with pride because it doesn’t make you bad.. It just make you like everybody else but you see for me.. Blast.. Blast will just be another Monday night. It’ll just be another day in the ring, crushing a kids skull along with his hopes and dreams and take all that he holds dear, including his United Sates Championship!
So I have spoken.. So it shall come to pass.
* Odin drops his shovel and walks off, leaving Conrad to finish the grave. *
Conrad: Odin, you get back here and help me dig up this corpse! Do you know why it’s a federal offense Because you need two fucking people!
* Just then a lemon gets thrown at Conrad’s feet and explodes, forcing him to dancing his feet around and jump back. *
Conrad: What the hell was that?
Odin: that was Cave Johnson and the lemons.. He’s the guy that’s gonna burn your house down but I’m Odin fucking Balfore- the guy that’s gonna burn WCF to the ground and rebuild it in my own image..
* With the lemons! *
~~FINN
