Post by Odin Balfore on Sept 27, 2011 11:14:19 GMT -5
" Pay Back "
RP1
WCF- WAR X
WAR X MATCH
______________________________
Scene One - “ Burn “
( A MONOLOGUE )
A one month hiatus, a one moth hiatus an everything is just going along like it never happened. 9/24 rolls around with the return of Seth Lerch. Seth Lerch?
Who the FUCK is Seth Lerch?
Seth Lerch in my experience is a imaginary figure. The man hasn’t been around for the near six months that I’ve been here for what; over a DUI? I can make one phone call an it’d be like the cops never even saw me. I guess that goes to show you how low a place Seth Lerch’s friends really do lie.
Seth Lerch comes back an the world is up an arms, having a damn fan boy circle jerk over his return. The WCF roster jumps back up to where it had been months ago, with so must enthusiasm, it makes me fucking sick! So what’s this “ great “ leaders first order of new Business; to strip me of MY World Heavyweight Title. Now I’m not a fan of Corey Broken but damn, I’m certainly not thrilled with the supposed
“ glorious “ return of WCF’s former leader..
Former leader…
I may not know him very well but the other day, that man sure met me. I’m Odin Fucking Balfore! I’ll burn his fucking house down and very soon I’ll start with his beloved WCF…
This might be WAR but we’ll see how committed they are to the cause.
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Scene Two - " Pay back "
* The scene opens to Odin Balfore tied to a chair, alone in a dark room. His legs are restrained an his arms are tied behind the back of the chair. Odin is wearing a blackened spit hood to help disorient and confuse him as he sits alone in the darkness, so that he can’t get his bearings. Odin’s head looks left, right, as he tries to muscle with the restraints, he stops suddenly when he hears a disembodied voice.*
Odin: Gill? Gill is that you? I told you all those Winston’s would frog your throat.
* Odin thinks for a moment and analyzes the voice in his head. *
Odin: Damn it Gill, I’m not playing monopoly with you again! If that’s what this is about, you might as well come untie me cuz I’m not doing it.
CLICK
* the sound of an intercom can be heard as a very worried and distressed voice loafs over it. *
Voice : Odin.. .. O - Odin..
Odin: Who is that?
Voice: O’ good, your not dead yet.
Odin: What! Why would I be ?
Voice: umm.. .. . Never mind that.. Umm.. By any chance are you free yet ?
Odin: Well this is either a really good snuff film or a really bad orgy. No, I’m not free yet.
Voice:.. .. Damn!
Odin: Who the hell is this?
Voice: O- Odin, it’s me.. It-it’s Hank.
Odin: Hank? Hank Brown, Hank ?
Hank: Yeah…
Odin: O god.
* yup, you’re screwed. *
Odin: This really is a bad orgy.
* Told ya. *
Odin: Hank man, come cut me lose.
Hank: I can’t.
Odin: What do you mean you can’t; I’m tied to a fucking chair.
Hank: Odin- Odin, I’m trapped.
* excuse me ? *
Odin: WHAT! I’m tied up, what do you mean your trapped?
Hank: I’m in a shark cage.
Odin: So get out!
Hank: I can’t fit, I got a bomb suit on.
Odin: Let me guess, you can’t take that off because your wrapped yourself in repacked strips of Trojan condoms.
Hank: Wow, he was right, you’re really good at this.
* Just then it clicks in Odin’s head, who was behind all of this. He takes a moment but really gets some strength in as his arms break free of the restraints. With his free hand, Odin grabs the back of the chair and rips it away from its current position, freeing his legs and splintering the chair as it fly’s across the room and smashes on the ground. Ripping the hood off we can see the fire in his eyes as he snarls and makes his way out of the room.
Minutes later, Odin kicks a door down at the far end of the hall an enters a very bright control room where he see’s Hank Brown, in a bomb a suit.. Wrapped in layers of un used pre packaged condoms, suspended above a vat of green goo by means of a shark cage. Odin looks over to see his side kick Gilligan manning some of the controls. *
Odin: Why didn’t you ask him to help?
Hank: Ya know.. He doesn’t have any thumbs.
Odin: You’d be surprised.
* Odin nods at Gill as he works the controls and swings the cage over and lowers it to the ground. Odin walks over, opening the cage door and starts ripping away some of the condoms. *
Odin: Why would you do this?
Hank: He told me stories. He told me all the stories. He told me that you were this mythical thing, like the boogey man or something ..That your seven foot tall, you shoot lasers out of your eyes and fire balls out your ass. So I got to figuring that I know you’re one of the three, but do I wana experience the other two? Then you have what you’ve done as of late against CD an just the other day to Seth, I just wanted to be protected.
Odin: Its Mel Gibson that shoot lasers from his eyes and fireballs out his ass.
Hank: I know, I think he got confused with Brave Heart but I didn’t want to take my chances.
Odin: No, it’s Mel Gibson.. Trust me, I met him.
* Odin’s long time friend and manager comes into the room by means of a hidden doorway next to the control panel. Cursing to himself as he throws a box labeled “ ACME CORPS “ *
Conrad: Son of a bitch! I told them --
* Conrad looks up and wishes he hadn’t. *
Conrad: oh..
* He says with disappointment, looking at his watch. *
Conrad: My simulations clocked you at two minutes ago, you’re slipping.
Odin: I think your watch is broken, can I see?
* Conrad takes off the watch and hands it too him. Odin takes it and looks it over carefully before crushing the face of the watch between his palms and letting it fall to the ground. *
Conrad: You dick!
WHAM!
* Odin cracks Conrad right the face. Being nearly as big as Odin, Conrad only shakes it off. *
Odin: What the hell was all this for?
* Ya know, the bad jokes, the 007 type control room.. Ya know, the basics. *
WHAM!!
* Conrad responds with a shot of his own. *
Conrad: A bunch of suits storm my house like I’m a fucking Pablo Escobar in the middle of the night, looking for you! That’s my damn problem! I figured this way you couldn’t do any more damage. You’re one stomp on an ant hill away from going to jail. I pulled a lot of weight to make sure you didn’t go to jail, get sued or get fired.
Odin: What did I do?
Conrad: B an E, trespassing, assault, public endangerment, destruction of private property, breach of contract. I had to go over to Seth’s house myself, in that god forsaken, ramble shake of a slum and PAY him for his coffee table. Do you know how much coffee tables cost? Seth wanted to fire you.
“ How dare Odin Balfore come into my house and put his hands on me. “
Odin, I had to sit through a fucking lecture like I was damn ten years old again! You wasted my time and you wasted my money!
Odin: So why not let me out of my contract and let me sit in prison for a bit?
Conrad: OHH NOOO.. You ain’t getting off that easy. He wanted to fire you, I paid off your multi-figure contract in full to keep you here plus some interest to get you into WAR X.
Odin: Why?
Conrad: I had to pay him for his shitty pine pier one import coffee table and get a lecture?! Who the fuck does he think he is? I bought out your contract so that you can go back into WCF, win that pussy ass WAR match, get the title and be the BAD MOTHA FUCKA that you’ve always been!
* That’s Conrad for ya, spends sixty dollars to save fifty cents. *
Odin: Well, I guess I owe you a new watch then, don’t I ?
* Conrad laughs to himself as he shakes his head.*
Conrad: No, we’re square on the watch. You just go out there and take back what’s yours. I don’t want you to win it or earn it, that’s their game. You go out there at WAR X and you take the fucking title. Odin.. Take back YOUR title. Do that, then we’re square.
* Odin nods as Conrad walks out the way he came in. *
Hank: Well?
Odin: Look at you, you’re a mess.
Hank: Aren’t you gonna help me ?
Odin: I got work to do.
* Odin leaves Hank there as he walks back out of the room and down one of the ever darkening corridors. *
Odin: The world is against me and rightfully so. I’m the most dominant champion in WCF’s ten years of existence. Monday night, the world collides with itself under the watch of Seth Lerch, a man that night as well be conducting the show from a hospital bed in shitville, Wyoming or where ever the hell it is he’s from. I had carried this company on my back when the roster flaked, when past champions bailed. No one was getting catered too, so they left. Seth wasn’t there to jerk them off, so why stay around? When they left, I took over because I’m the only one that can carry the weigh of this company on his back. Call me crazy, I should have let it sink but a veteran of my caliber has a sort of respect for a company that’s been around this long.
Now that Seth’s back, he wants to hit the reset button like I didn’t exist? Well now he knows I exist an I’m not one to take lightly. The entire roster will be in this match for something that is rightfully mine. The company didn’t close down, I wasn’t injured, I was still the active WCF champion. I was stripped quote:
“ In the interest of fairness”
It wouldn’t be fair if the only active champion keep his title because it’d ruffle the feathers of other champions like Roy Speede, the tag champion, the champion with out a division. It wouldn’t be fair to the defunked titles because like everyone else, their champions bailed! I’m being sent out like the rest of the lot for being the only wrestler in WCF to stand up and carry WCF!
Then so be it…
At WAR, I know I’ll be gunned for, I’ll probably even be the first guy in- just so Seth can stroke the ego of Logan or Jay Williams. Take the title off of me in the masquerade of equality just so hew can put one of his boys back on top while they still have the inkling to be on top. I know I’ll be gunned for so that there’s a new champion. I’m not dumb but greed has a funny way of fucking with a guys mind. Everyone but a few will be making costly mistakes- the first one would be to think that they can take me on in any group of numbers. Conrad may have restored my contract but I don’t give a fuck about my contract. Why should I give a fuck about those who didn’t care to help carry the company going. All I see at WAR are a bunch of band wagon coat tail wana bee’s. So why should I care about them or their safty? I’m not gonna go into WAR to hit Ragnarok, or to powerbomb guys and “ break their back” I’ll save all that gimmick shit for after. No, this ain’t some story line, made for TV moment conjured up in the green room before the show, this shits real.
Do you hear me WCF, do you understand me Seth?
This shit.. Is real.
You ain’t gonna get Odin Balfore the way you saw him a few months ago, as scary as that is. You’re getting the man whose got nothing left to lose. I’m already a soon to be hall of famer, the most dominant man in WCF history- what are you gonna do? I’ll tell you what I’m going to do. I’m going to walk into your WAR X where every little piss ass WCF mother fucker will think he or she has a shot at my title an I’m going to make sure this is the last match any an all of them ever have in WCF. I’m bound by contracts, by ethics, I don’t need to protect people, hell I don’t even have to watch my strength. Any guy smaller then me wants to step up an try Odin Balfore then he’ll know why I’m a BAD MOTHA FUCKA! He’ll know why, because I’ll take my hand and crush his fucking skull till his brain matter oozes out of his ears an eyes like tooth paste! And since everybody in WCF is smaller then me- that means no one is exempt from my brand of pain.
So go coddle your boudles, bby gurls, drink your milk, take your vitamins.. Be the champion of mediocrity and salute that stars and bars while you can because after I win the WAR.. There won’t be anything fucking left.
Not Seth
Not CD
Not even WCF..
All that there will be is what I leave left… a faded and forgone memory of the bandwagon that a bunch of turn coats and sheep shits left behind.
At WAR X you all fight to take what is mine but I WILL destroy what used to be yours an I will continue do to what I’ve been doing for the past six months..
So I have spoken, so it shall.. Come to pass..
* Odin walks down the dark hall, bearing the light of certainty in a very uncertain time. *
~FINN
RP1
WCF- WAR X
WAR X MATCH
______________________________
Scene One - “ Burn “
( A MONOLOGUE )
A one month hiatus, a one moth hiatus an everything is just going along like it never happened. 9/24 rolls around with the return of Seth Lerch. Seth Lerch?
Who the FUCK is Seth Lerch?
Seth Lerch in my experience is a imaginary figure. The man hasn’t been around for the near six months that I’ve been here for what; over a DUI? I can make one phone call an it’d be like the cops never even saw me. I guess that goes to show you how low a place Seth Lerch’s friends really do lie.
Seth Lerch comes back an the world is up an arms, having a damn fan boy circle jerk over his return. The WCF roster jumps back up to where it had been months ago, with so must enthusiasm, it makes me fucking sick! So what’s this “ great “ leaders first order of new Business; to strip me of MY World Heavyweight Title. Now I’m not a fan of Corey Broken but damn, I’m certainly not thrilled with the supposed
“ glorious “ return of WCF’s former leader..
Former leader…
I may not know him very well but the other day, that man sure met me. I’m Odin Fucking Balfore! I’ll burn his fucking house down and very soon I’ll start with his beloved WCF…
This might be WAR but we’ll see how committed they are to the cause.
________________________________
Scene Two - " Pay back "
* The scene opens to Odin Balfore tied to a chair, alone in a dark room. His legs are restrained an his arms are tied behind the back of the chair. Odin is wearing a blackened spit hood to help disorient and confuse him as he sits alone in the darkness, so that he can’t get his bearings. Odin’s head looks left, right, as he tries to muscle with the restraints, he stops suddenly when he hears a disembodied voice.*
Odin: Gill? Gill is that you? I told you all those Winston’s would frog your throat.
* Odin thinks for a moment and analyzes the voice in his head. *
Odin: Damn it Gill, I’m not playing monopoly with you again! If that’s what this is about, you might as well come untie me cuz I’m not doing it.
CLICK
* the sound of an intercom can be heard as a very worried and distressed voice loafs over it. *
Voice : Odin.. .. O - Odin..
Odin: Who is that?
Voice: O’ good, your not dead yet.
Odin: What! Why would I be ?
Voice: umm.. .. . Never mind that.. Umm.. By any chance are you free yet ?
Odin: Well this is either a really good snuff film or a really bad orgy. No, I’m not free yet.
Voice:.. .. Damn!
Odin: Who the hell is this?
Voice: O- Odin, it’s me.. It-it’s Hank.
Odin: Hank? Hank Brown, Hank ?
Hank: Yeah…
Odin: O god.
* yup, you’re screwed. *
Odin: This really is a bad orgy.
* Told ya. *
Odin: Hank man, come cut me lose.
Hank: I can’t.
Odin: What do you mean you can’t; I’m tied to a fucking chair.
Hank: Odin- Odin, I’m trapped.
* excuse me ? *
Odin: WHAT! I’m tied up, what do you mean your trapped?
Hank: I’m in a shark cage.
Odin: So get out!
Hank: I can’t fit, I got a bomb suit on.
Odin: Let me guess, you can’t take that off because your wrapped yourself in repacked strips of Trojan condoms.
Hank: Wow, he was right, you’re really good at this.
* Just then it clicks in Odin’s head, who was behind all of this. He takes a moment but really gets some strength in as his arms break free of the restraints. With his free hand, Odin grabs the back of the chair and rips it away from its current position, freeing his legs and splintering the chair as it fly’s across the room and smashes on the ground. Ripping the hood off we can see the fire in his eyes as he snarls and makes his way out of the room.
Minutes later, Odin kicks a door down at the far end of the hall an enters a very bright control room where he see’s Hank Brown, in a bomb a suit.. Wrapped in layers of un used pre packaged condoms, suspended above a vat of green goo by means of a shark cage. Odin looks over to see his side kick Gilligan manning some of the controls. *
Odin: Why didn’t you ask him to help?
Hank: Ya know.. He doesn’t have any thumbs.
Odin: You’d be surprised.
* Odin nods at Gill as he works the controls and swings the cage over and lowers it to the ground. Odin walks over, opening the cage door and starts ripping away some of the condoms. *
Odin: Why would you do this?
Hank: He told me stories. He told me all the stories. He told me that you were this mythical thing, like the boogey man or something ..That your seven foot tall, you shoot lasers out of your eyes and fire balls out your ass. So I got to figuring that I know you’re one of the three, but do I wana experience the other two? Then you have what you’ve done as of late against CD an just the other day to Seth, I just wanted to be protected.
Odin: Its Mel Gibson that shoot lasers from his eyes and fireballs out his ass.
Hank: I know, I think he got confused with Brave Heart but I didn’t want to take my chances.
Odin: No, it’s Mel Gibson.. Trust me, I met him.
* Odin’s long time friend and manager comes into the room by means of a hidden doorway next to the control panel. Cursing to himself as he throws a box labeled “ ACME CORPS “ *
Conrad: Son of a bitch! I told them --
* Conrad looks up and wishes he hadn’t. *
Conrad: oh..
* He says with disappointment, looking at his watch. *
Conrad: My simulations clocked you at two minutes ago, you’re slipping.
Odin: I think your watch is broken, can I see?
* Conrad takes off the watch and hands it too him. Odin takes it and looks it over carefully before crushing the face of the watch between his palms and letting it fall to the ground. *
Conrad: You dick!
WHAM!
* Odin cracks Conrad right the face. Being nearly as big as Odin, Conrad only shakes it off. *
Odin: What the hell was all this for?
* Ya know, the bad jokes, the 007 type control room.. Ya know, the basics. *
WHAM!!
* Conrad responds with a shot of his own. *
Conrad: A bunch of suits storm my house like I’m a fucking Pablo Escobar in the middle of the night, looking for you! That’s my damn problem! I figured this way you couldn’t do any more damage. You’re one stomp on an ant hill away from going to jail. I pulled a lot of weight to make sure you didn’t go to jail, get sued or get fired.
Odin: What did I do?
Conrad: B an E, trespassing, assault, public endangerment, destruction of private property, breach of contract. I had to go over to Seth’s house myself, in that god forsaken, ramble shake of a slum and PAY him for his coffee table. Do you know how much coffee tables cost? Seth wanted to fire you.
“ How dare Odin Balfore come into my house and put his hands on me. “
Odin, I had to sit through a fucking lecture like I was damn ten years old again! You wasted my time and you wasted my money!
Odin: So why not let me out of my contract and let me sit in prison for a bit?
Conrad: OHH NOOO.. You ain’t getting off that easy. He wanted to fire you, I paid off your multi-figure contract in full to keep you here plus some interest to get you into WAR X.
Odin: Why?
Conrad: I had to pay him for his shitty pine pier one import coffee table and get a lecture?! Who the fuck does he think he is? I bought out your contract so that you can go back into WCF, win that pussy ass WAR match, get the title and be the BAD MOTHA FUCKA that you’ve always been!
* That’s Conrad for ya, spends sixty dollars to save fifty cents. *
Odin: Well, I guess I owe you a new watch then, don’t I ?
* Conrad laughs to himself as he shakes his head.*
Conrad: No, we’re square on the watch. You just go out there and take back what’s yours. I don’t want you to win it or earn it, that’s their game. You go out there at WAR X and you take the fucking title. Odin.. Take back YOUR title. Do that, then we’re square.
* Odin nods as Conrad walks out the way he came in. *
Hank: Well?
Odin: Look at you, you’re a mess.
Hank: Aren’t you gonna help me ?
Odin: I got work to do.
* Odin leaves Hank there as he walks back out of the room and down one of the ever darkening corridors. *
Odin: The world is against me and rightfully so. I’m the most dominant champion in WCF’s ten years of existence. Monday night, the world collides with itself under the watch of Seth Lerch, a man that night as well be conducting the show from a hospital bed in shitville, Wyoming or where ever the hell it is he’s from. I had carried this company on my back when the roster flaked, when past champions bailed. No one was getting catered too, so they left. Seth wasn’t there to jerk them off, so why stay around? When they left, I took over because I’m the only one that can carry the weigh of this company on his back. Call me crazy, I should have let it sink but a veteran of my caliber has a sort of respect for a company that’s been around this long.
Now that Seth’s back, he wants to hit the reset button like I didn’t exist? Well now he knows I exist an I’m not one to take lightly. The entire roster will be in this match for something that is rightfully mine. The company didn’t close down, I wasn’t injured, I was still the active WCF champion. I was stripped quote:
“ In the interest of fairness”
It wouldn’t be fair if the only active champion keep his title because it’d ruffle the feathers of other champions like Roy Speede, the tag champion, the champion with out a division. It wouldn’t be fair to the defunked titles because like everyone else, their champions bailed! I’m being sent out like the rest of the lot for being the only wrestler in WCF to stand up and carry WCF!
Then so be it…
At WAR, I know I’ll be gunned for, I’ll probably even be the first guy in- just so Seth can stroke the ego of Logan or Jay Williams. Take the title off of me in the masquerade of equality just so hew can put one of his boys back on top while they still have the inkling to be on top. I know I’ll be gunned for so that there’s a new champion. I’m not dumb but greed has a funny way of fucking with a guys mind. Everyone but a few will be making costly mistakes- the first one would be to think that they can take me on in any group of numbers. Conrad may have restored my contract but I don’t give a fuck about my contract. Why should I give a fuck about those who didn’t care to help carry the company going. All I see at WAR are a bunch of band wagon coat tail wana bee’s. So why should I care about them or their safty? I’m not gonna go into WAR to hit Ragnarok, or to powerbomb guys and “ break their back” I’ll save all that gimmick shit for after. No, this ain’t some story line, made for TV moment conjured up in the green room before the show, this shits real.
Do you hear me WCF, do you understand me Seth?
This shit.. Is real.
You ain’t gonna get Odin Balfore the way you saw him a few months ago, as scary as that is. You’re getting the man whose got nothing left to lose. I’m already a soon to be hall of famer, the most dominant man in WCF history- what are you gonna do? I’ll tell you what I’m going to do. I’m going to walk into your WAR X where every little piss ass WCF mother fucker will think he or she has a shot at my title an I’m going to make sure this is the last match any an all of them ever have in WCF. I’m bound by contracts, by ethics, I don’t need to protect people, hell I don’t even have to watch my strength. Any guy smaller then me wants to step up an try Odin Balfore then he’ll know why I’m a BAD MOTHA FUCKA! He’ll know why, because I’ll take my hand and crush his fucking skull till his brain matter oozes out of his ears an eyes like tooth paste! And since everybody in WCF is smaller then me- that means no one is exempt from my brand of pain.
So go coddle your boudles, bby gurls, drink your milk, take your vitamins.. Be the champion of mediocrity and salute that stars and bars while you can because after I win the WAR.. There won’t be anything fucking left.
Not Seth
Not CD
Not even WCF..
All that there will be is what I leave left… a faded and forgone memory of the bandwagon that a bunch of turn coats and sheep shits left behind.
At WAR X you all fight to take what is mine but I WILL destroy what used to be yours an I will continue do to what I’ve been doing for the past six months..
So I have spoken, so it shall.. Come to pass..
* Odin walks down the dark hall, bearing the light of certainty in a very uncertain time. *
~FINN
