Post by Odin Balfore on Jul 3, 2011 23:31:41 GMT -5
“ The Inconvenience. “
RP2
WCF- Slam!
Singles Match
Table Match
Non - Title
Odin Balfore ( C )
vs.
Cahir.
_________________________________
Scene One: “ Getting Even”
* A taste of his own medicine. Santiago’s virtues, what little he has stops at the use of drugs. What Odin had used to enhance his night the other day will be his undoing, or so Santiago hopes. He hops that this idea of his will teach Odin a lesson.. it’s a long shot, but a lesson. *
Santiago: Time I gave you a taste of this.
* Santiago holds up the bag of pills that Gilligan had given Odin a few night prior. Odin’s taking a nap early in the day, still not rested from his partying. Santiago walks into Odin’s room and opens up the bag when you can hear Conrad’s voice lofting from the front of the bus. *
Conrad: Santi, what are you doin?
Santiago: Shut up Conrad, you’ll wake him.
Conrad: Odin can sleep through a mega-ton bomb.
Santiago: Well, I’m going to drug Odin to teach him a lesson about taking pills.
Conrad: a murder/ suicide cover up? Why didn’t you say so ?
* Conrad makes his way from the front of the bus all the way to the back to meet Santiago. *
Conrad: What are we giving him?
Santiago: I’m not sure, we got some white pills and some blue pills. How many should I give him?
Conrad: fifty, of each.
Santiago: fifty?! Don’t you think that’s excessive? Its just a prank?
Conrad: Prank? You just told me this was a murder, suicide, cover up. Odin’s a big guy with a tolerance to vice. You wana put the bull down then you gotta play to win.
Santiago: I don’t wana kill him.
Conrad: Don’t go soft on me. Its all or nothing. Hell I used to put down handfuls of luds every night. I think Odin can handle a little Tylenol.
Santiago: This isn’t --
Conrad: I know what it isn’t but HE doesn’t know that.
* The two devils of debauchery have formulated a wonderful idea.. Or a disaster waiting to happen. I think I’ll go with disaster for two hundred Alex. *
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Scene Two: “ Minor inconvenience “
* Santiago, Conrad an Odin all walk into a rest stop McDonalds. Beads of sweat run down Odin’s forehead as the pills are starting to kick in an wreck havoc on him. *
Conrad: Ya’ll better know what you want cuz I’m not putting up with waiting at the counter.
Santiago: I just want a Big Mac.
Odin: Shamrock Shake!
Conrad: I’m not sure they make those but I’ll ask. Sant‘, you go sit with him and make sure he doesn’t puke all over the place.
* Santiago an Odin go and take a seat at the back of the restaurant. *
Santiago: You ok? A little hung over?
Odin: I guess, I took that Tylenol.
Santiago: Yeah.. Tylenol.
Odin: I just want my Shamrock Shake an I’ll be fine.
* Conrad walks back with two Big Mac meals and conveniently no milk shake. *
Conrad: The shakes out of season.
Odin: How do milk shakes go out of season?
Conrad: the green one is only for saint patties day.
Odin: CAHAIR!
* Odin’s fists pound the table as the news doesn’t sit well. *
Odin: I’m getting my shake!
* Odin gets up and storms over to the counter. *
Clerk: Welcome to McDonalds.
Odin: HI.. Wendy?
* Ironic. *
Odin: Wendy do you know what I’d love considering the fact that its so damn hot out?
Wendy: What is that, sir?
Odin: A Shamrock Shake.
Wendy: We’re sorry, we only serve those in March.
Odin: march? March? Who the fuck believes in march?
Wendy: The Irish.
Odin: Cahir put you up to this, didn’t he ? Trying to cause minor an irrelevant inconvenience in my life. Well mission fucking accomplished! Just like this tables match- the twitch in my neck. The twitch in my neck is because Odin fucking Balfore is strung up from a bender and he cant get his fucking milkshake! Do you know what that translates to?
Wendy: No sir.
Odin: This means that all this anger and frustration that’s built up will be channeled towards him in our match. I just got done slapping around some guy who thought he was god by a man who actually IS a god. Right now we got a man whose being told what to do, where to go and what to think by a guy who knows NOTHING about the business, ergo the man who follows knows nothing as well but soon he will.
Cahir is a man that no ones going to remember after Monday. He’s a short term, part timer. Six week here an I’ve gone through everyone that’s been in my way. I’ve stepped up, stepped over and stepped on. Cahir will be all three. He’ll be all three because he’s some big guy in a mask. Big men are meant to be seen, heard and feared. Weinstein’s gonna get on the mic and try and tell the world something completely different then the truth; that his boys something special.
Lets talk about special though. I’ll say he’s special, that he’s a man truly of a few words because he hasn’t even said a damn thing on his behalf. Hell, not even Weinstein said anything. Is that fear? I think he’s intimidated by me after seeing me destroy number six seventy-two. My dominance was on display an Weinstein’s sitting there thinking “ oh my god. Oh my god how’s Cahir gonna get through this?” Well I hope Cahir has a horse shoe up his ass because he’ll need it.
Question, how does a six foot five inch man with a mask prepare to fight the living god of WCF? He doesn’t! He doesn’t because he can’t. This is a match of try hard’s and fantasy. This is the carrot on the string match for Cahir. The “ oh look what I got” and “ look what you’ll never have.” He’ll never have it because he doesn’t know how to be anything more then a show piece for a greedy man. What man lets another man speak for him?”
Conrad: Mav’, get yourself over here now!
Odin: Shut your mouth fat man!
* The shift manger comes out from the back and confronts Odin. *
Manager: Sir, you’re disturbing the public. You have to leave right now.
* With out warning, Odin picks up the manager and choke slams him through a nearby table. Conrad and Santiago rush to him, Conrad throwing hundred dollar bills on the ground as the try and push Odin out of the restaurant. *
Odin: Money won’t make this go away Cahir. Ignorance won’t make this go away. The only thng that’ll make this go away is ME. Monday night you don’t have the luxury of a three count. You won’t have the luxury of a riope break, DQ, or count out. Guys like you don’t get them because guys like me- the guys that run WCF won’t allow you too. I’d say this was an up hill battle for you but there won’t be a battle.. Just a raid, pillage and slaughter of your career. it’s a tables match Cahir. The match ends when I decide to put your miserable ass through one. So I’ll bring the tables Cahir.. You bring your littler Irish ass with your try hard piss ant attitude that you’re here to actually accomplish something. Too bad for you that something is becoming six - seven - three. Do you know what that means? Means your just a number to me. A sign post like Steve Thunder because there’s nothing your lame ass can do about me going to Ultimate Showdown, winning the world title and becoming a double Champion and not one of those meaningless “ I got two belts for the sake f two belts.” sorta deal, no! in just a few weeks I’ll carry two title because there ain’t a damn soul that can stop me. Not even the Irish stone ring fort known as Cahir.. Heh.. Enjoy your name.. after Monday you’ll be just another number!
So I have spoken, so it shall come to pass!
*the Alliance walk out of the McDonalds as the scene begins to fade. *
~FINN
RP2
WCF- Slam!
Singles Match
Table Match
Non - Title
Odin Balfore ( C )
vs.
Cahir.
_________________________________
Scene One: “ Getting Even”
* A taste of his own medicine. Santiago’s virtues, what little he has stops at the use of drugs. What Odin had used to enhance his night the other day will be his undoing, or so Santiago hopes. He hops that this idea of his will teach Odin a lesson.. it’s a long shot, but a lesson. *
Santiago: Time I gave you a taste of this.
* Santiago holds up the bag of pills that Gilligan had given Odin a few night prior. Odin’s taking a nap early in the day, still not rested from his partying. Santiago walks into Odin’s room and opens up the bag when you can hear Conrad’s voice lofting from the front of the bus. *
Conrad: Santi, what are you doin?
Santiago: Shut up Conrad, you’ll wake him.
Conrad: Odin can sleep through a mega-ton bomb.
Santiago: Well, I’m going to drug Odin to teach him a lesson about taking pills.
Conrad: a murder/ suicide cover up? Why didn’t you say so ?
* Conrad makes his way from the front of the bus all the way to the back to meet Santiago. *
Conrad: What are we giving him?
Santiago: I’m not sure, we got some white pills and some blue pills. How many should I give him?
Conrad: fifty, of each.
Santiago: fifty?! Don’t you think that’s excessive? Its just a prank?
Conrad: Prank? You just told me this was a murder, suicide, cover up. Odin’s a big guy with a tolerance to vice. You wana put the bull down then you gotta play to win.
Santiago: I don’t wana kill him.
Conrad: Don’t go soft on me. Its all or nothing. Hell I used to put down handfuls of luds every night. I think Odin can handle a little Tylenol.
Santiago: This isn’t --
Conrad: I know what it isn’t but HE doesn’t know that.
* The two devils of debauchery have formulated a wonderful idea.. Or a disaster waiting to happen. I think I’ll go with disaster for two hundred Alex. *
__________________________________
Scene Two: “ Minor inconvenience “
* Santiago, Conrad an Odin all walk into a rest stop McDonalds. Beads of sweat run down Odin’s forehead as the pills are starting to kick in an wreck havoc on him. *
Conrad: Ya’ll better know what you want cuz I’m not putting up with waiting at the counter.
Santiago: I just want a Big Mac.
Odin: Shamrock Shake!
Conrad: I’m not sure they make those but I’ll ask. Sant‘, you go sit with him and make sure he doesn’t puke all over the place.
* Santiago an Odin go and take a seat at the back of the restaurant. *
Santiago: You ok? A little hung over?
Odin: I guess, I took that Tylenol.
Santiago: Yeah.. Tylenol.
Odin: I just want my Shamrock Shake an I’ll be fine.
* Conrad walks back with two Big Mac meals and conveniently no milk shake. *
Conrad: The shakes out of season.
Odin: How do milk shakes go out of season?
Conrad: the green one is only for saint patties day.
Odin: CAHAIR!
* Odin’s fists pound the table as the news doesn’t sit well. *
Odin: I’m getting my shake!
* Odin gets up and storms over to the counter. *
Clerk: Welcome to McDonalds.
Odin: HI.. Wendy?
* Ironic. *
Odin: Wendy do you know what I’d love considering the fact that its so damn hot out?
Wendy: What is that, sir?
Odin: A Shamrock Shake.
Wendy: We’re sorry, we only serve those in March.
Odin: march? March? Who the fuck believes in march?
Wendy: The Irish.
Odin: Cahir put you up to this, didn’t he ? Trying to cause minor an irrelevant inconvenience in my life. Well mission fucking accomplished! Just like this tables match- the twitch in my neck. The twitch in my neck is because Odin fucking Balfore is strung up from a bender and he cant get his fucking milkshake! Do you know what that translates to?
Wendy: No sir.
Odin: This means that all this anger and frustration that’s built up will be channeled towards him in our match. I just got done slapping around some guy who thought he was god by a man who actually IS a god. Right now we got a man whose being told what to do, where to go and what to think by a guy who knows NOTHING about the business, ergo the man who follows knows nothing as well but soon he will.
Cahir is a man that no ones going to remember after Monday. He’s a short term, part timer. Six week here an I’ve gone through everyone that’s been in my way. I’ve stepped up, stepped over and stepped on. Cahir will be all three. He’ll be all three because he’s some big guy in a mask. Big men are meant to be seen, heard and feared. Weinstein’s gonna get on the mic and try and tell the world something completely different then the truth; that his boys something special.
Lets talk about special though. I’ll say he’s special, that he’s a man truly of a few words because he hasn’t even said a damn thing on his behalf. Hell, not even Weinstein said anything. Is that fear? I think he’s intimidated by me after seeing me destroy number six seventy-two. My dominance was on display an Weinstein’s sitting there thinking “ oh my god. Oh my god how’s Cahir gonna get through this?” Well I hope Cahir has a horse shoe up his ass because he’ll need it.
Question, how does a six foot five inch man with a mask prepare to fight the living god of WCF? He doesn’t! He doesn’t because he can’t. This is a match of try hard’s and fantasy. This is the carrot on the string match for Cahir. The “ oh look what I got” and “ look what you’ll never have.” He’ll never have it because he doesn’t know how to be anything more then a show piece for a greedy man. What man lets another man speak for him?”
Conrad: Mav’, get yourself over here now!
Odin: Shut your mouth fat man!
* The shift manger comes out from the back and confronts Odin. *
Manager: Sir, you’re disturbing the public. You have to leave right now.
* With out warning, Odin picks up the manager and choke slams him through a nearby table. Conrad and Santiago rush to him, Conrad throwing hundred dollar bills on the ground as the try and push Odin out of the restaurant. *
Odin: Money won’t make this go away Cahir. Ignorance won’t make this go away. The only thng that’ll make this go away is ME. Monday night you don’t have the luxury of a three count. You won’t have the luxury of a riope break, DQ, or count out. Guys like you don’t get them because guys like me- the guys that run WCF won’t allow you too. I’d say this was an up hill battle for you but there won’t be a battle.. Just a raid, pillage and slaughter of your career. it’s a tables match Cahir. The match ends when I decide to put your miserable ass through one. So I’ll bring the tables Cahir.. You bring your littler Irish ass with your try hard piss ant attitude that you’re here to actually accomplish something. Too bad for you that something is becoming six - seven - three. Do you know what that means? Means your just a number to me. A sign post like Steve Thunder because there’s nothing your lame ass can do about me going to Ultimate Showdown, winning the world title and becoming a double Champion and not one of those meaningless “ I got two belts for the sake f two belts.” sorta deal, no! in just a few weeks I’ll carry two title because there ain’t a damn soul that can stop me. Not even the Irish stone ring fort known as Cahir.. Heh.. Enjoy your name.. after Monday you’ll be just another number!
So I have spoken, so it shall come to pass!
*the Alliance walk out of the McDonalds as the scene begins to fade. *
~FINN
