Bricks and shit

[Odin Balfore]

" Bricks and Shit"

RP1
WCF- Slam!
Tables Match

Non Title
Odin Balfore ( c )
vs.
Cahir



* Passing storm clouds rumble on through the territory as the Alliances large RV makes its way across the highway. Odin and Santiago sit at the dining table of the RV. Odin looking out the window trying to count the exploded rain drops that pelt the glass as Santiago, reclines against it on the other side, sipping at a bottle of water. *

Odin: Well that was fun, wasn’t it ?

Santiago: Douche bag!

* Says santi in-between sips. *

Odin: What’s your problem?

Santiago: You almost killed me!

Odin: O’, I’m sorry. And just exactly how many times have I rescued your ass from the frying pan.

Santiago: Doesn’t matter.

Odin: I think it does matter, Beez.

Santiago: Beating up a bar full of people and throwing me into a tornado are COMPLETELY different things.

Odin: We won though, didn’t we?

Santiago: Besides the point.

Odin: You nearly crippled a women- what do you mean besides the point?

Santiago: Forget it Mav'.

Odin: Forget what? I haven’t seen you act like that since.. Since..

* The dim watt light bulb finally clicks over in Odin’s head. *

Odin: You had to do it, didn’t you?

Santiago: Its not about being a women Mav, its about being in my way. ‘Bout time I stepped up and tore up the roster a little bit. Might as well have our fun before we get those tag belts.

Odin: In time, lets just take it as it comes. Speaking about as it comes.. I gotta drop the kids off at the pool.

* Santi looks confused. *

Santiago: You don’t have kids.

Odin: Cuz they’re at the pool. Damn scamps don’t wana leave which is mighty fine by me.

* Odin gets up and walks over to the bathroom but keeps the door slightly cracked to talk with Santiago. *

Santiago: I can feel it deep down Mav, that Black Charisma.

Odin: If you start crippling people an I start knockin guys into comas then we can make a fine livin here in WCF, not to say that we arnt all ready.

Santiago: Speak for yourself, champ.

Odin: I speak for us. If one of us has the belt, we both have it. The US title is in Alliance camp an it won’t be leavin anytime soon; even if that Cahir is set up to be next in line.

Santiago: He’s a big dude.

Odin: Here’s what I think about that.

* Odin lets one fly. *

Santiago: Can you give a warning or strike a match when you do that.. Damn! You cant afford to keep replacing cannery’s in the bathroom.

Odin: Its ok, this guy came prepared. He’s got his little gas mask on.

Santiago: What were you saying about Cahir, now ?

Odin: The man beats a no show and you know his manager Aaron Weinstein is gonna pump the shit out of that little fact. The monster can’t be stopped.. Cahir won’t stop till there’s a title around his waist. Like Cahirs the little Irish Engine that could.

Santiago: Aren’t you Irish?

Odin: A bit. More Nordic then anything.

Santiago: What’s Cahir mean? Weinstein said it was like a title sorta like Yokozuna?

Odin: Cahir is a town that sprang up around a castle. It comes from the term “ Chathair” which means stone ring fort. So Weinstein saying something to the effect Cahir is the highest rank of wrestler because he’s using the name of a town as his ring name is a crock of -

*oh toilet humor. *

Odin: Calling him Cahir is like me calling you Mexican. The mans from Belfast.

Santiago: I think every wrestler from Ireland is from Belfast. You’d think they’d have more towns in Ireland.

Odin: Damn red coats.

* Zing! *

Santiago: You know that it’s a tables match, right ?

* Odin flushes the toilet and puts his pants back on before walking back out to sit at the table. *

Odin: It’s like two bulls in a china shop. What the Irishmen’s gonna have to figure out is that his manager is going to write checks that Cahir just can’t Kash.

* ohh.. See what he did there ?*

Odin: If Thomas the train engine wants to go around and morally cleanse, then he’s in the wrong business and he’s going against the wrong opponent. He may have gotten to squeek by to get his foot in the door but it’ll be baptism under fire an I bring some serious heat. I’m the man on fire right now that No one can thinks can be stopped and some green ham and egger is suppose to come out and take care of that. Lets count the ways that statements wrong.

1.) I’m Odin fucking Balfore. I’m don’t need to say anything more then that. The WCF knows that.

2.) This is non title so he’s gonna get tossed around the ring for nothing. He gets served his walking papers, rather limping papers because Men our size don’t last to long and he’s a fool if he thinks his little clover leaf gimmick gonna keep me down or do anything but piss me off to the point where I jack him up and send him through a stack of tables. Which brings me to my next point.

3.) Aaron Weinstein must be a sadist because he wants to see his boy get hurt before his career even starts. This is a tables match, not a damn tea party. All the guts and all the glory in the damn universe ain’t gonna keep Cahir safe from me. I’ve already shown Buzzsaw that what it means to be the big guy in the company. Cahir won’t be so lucky..

* Irish humor.. Heh.. *

Odin: Stepping in the ring with me will be the biggest thing this kids ever done in his entire life. Get married, hve a baby, become a millionaire.. Bang one of those Kardashian skanks, sink into the abyss that is the Blue fin known as Kaylynn James. No, none of it even comes close. Odin Balfore is always the top of that list. Hes gonna walk out there looking like a radioactive piss test for Charlie sheen-

* Winning. *

Odin: His heart beating like a thirteen year old who just saw his friends mom get out of the shower. The tables will be laid out at ring side as he walks by them and looks around knowing that he will be going through at least one of them before the nights done . Those fans might even be chanting his name.. them The man himself comes over the PA and Johnny Cash sings me home out to that ring to meet the little Irish Engine that could whose gonna try and chug his way along through this match like he knows anything worth a damn.

Santiago: You don’t know how much experience this guy has.

Odin: Don’t need to. He’s a gimmick, a masked Irish Wrestler? What kind of half assed gimmick is that? To top it all off, the man doesn’t talk. Gee, doesn’t that remind me of some giant guy that I tossed around a few years ago?

Santiago: Rotten, don’t remind me.

Odin: Then don’t get me started. Monday night Cahir has to fight the ONLY big man in WCF. He an his manger have two things to learn and they better figure it out real fucking fast. When mangers speak, careers get broken and when you step into the ring with me.. Your career gets stolen. The down side to this is that Cahir has nothing to gain. Its all down hill. He has to fight me, non title ANNDD in a tables match? I’m not a big fan of the hardcore, I don’t need weapons to do my dirty work. Just like I don’t need a mouthpiece to back up the shit that I can’t bring.. AHEM!

I’d say that I feel bad for the guy, but I don’t. I really don’t. Sympathy just ain’t in my vocabulary anymore. I’m sure Aaron will be all over it. He’s the chance to show the world just what Cahir can do.. Ya know.. Except for be a mute.. And a guy that can barely execute a decent power bomb.. Or come up with a decent ring name.. or gimmick.. Or a promise outside of the “ I will cleanse” routine and that gold is in his future. Cahir is like a lot of guys in wrestling.. Its like opening up a gift on Christmas. The gifts all nice and there’s a bow on it. Hell, the box is even gigantic but then you open it and there’s a brick inside. Yah, you’re happy to have that brick but soon the novelty wears off. Cahir is just another big man with a mouth piece and a horrible gimmick, being fed lies from the table from a man that’s only looking to make a quick buck.

Monday night Cahir will have to step into the ring with a highly accomplished, overly aggressive and well confident big man. I didn’t get all my accolades in wrestling from nothing an I certainly didn’t make my way into WCF for nothing. The great and nearly undefeated Steve Thunder aka six- seventy-two.. Gone.. Cahir is next. Well lets see how great he is when all six foot five inches of the dumb shit that he is, is all mangled, twisted and clinging to life by a damn luck charm because Odin Balfore power bombed him through a few tables. Who will be singing Cahir praises then? Not Aaron Weinstein cuz Cahir will be dropped and fast when the world sees just what a stone ring fort Cahir is.. Just a pile of bricks in big ol’ box.

I’m gonna hit my Mark santi’ an this shits just gonna end. Cahir is just gunna end. Stone ring forts might have been great back in the day but that shit never stopped the Nords an it certainly ain’t stopping the Nordic Tank. The fabled career of Cahir, the little engine that could from seemingly the ONLY town in Ireland will have to return home to his drunk father and gang bang the town sheep again.

This is the Odin Balfore show Santi, this is The Alliances show. Cahir is a man whose gonna have to get used to that and the fact that he’s just another road sign on the way to Ragnarok.. On my way to that WCF World Title at Ultimate showdown-

* Odin starts to briefly sing a tune. *

Odin: ohh Danny booyy… the pipes, the pipes are call-all-ing.


.. So I have Spoken.. So it shall come to pass..

Now Beezy, I’ve had a long night of whorin’ it up so I’mma go catch me a nap. Wake me when we get to the arena.

* Odin gets up and walks to his room as Santiago gets a mischievous on his face. *

Santiago: O’ I will Beezy, I will.



~~FINN