Post by Odin Balfore on Oct 28, 2011 23:12:13 GMT -5
“ Center of Attention “
RP 2
WCF - HELLOWEEN PPV
SINGLES MATCH
WCF WORLD TITLE
ODIN BALFORE
VS
JOHNNY REB
______________________________
* The scene opens to Odin Balfore sitting in a lavish chair next to the light and roaring fire place in the second living room of his home. Odin casually and fondly flips through the pages of a big book and he smiles and chuckles to himself. Now to all you Balfore detractors out there, yes this is indeed a picture book not because he can’t read but because it’s a photo album. Odin flips another page before looking up the camera with a cheap and cheesy smile. *
Odin: Hello there. I bet you’re all wondering what I’m doing here when I should be out having a good time, enjoying the Halloween spirit, right? Well, I am. I got a hot cup of tea an a old photo album. You see Halloween used to be big thing in the Balfore household an why not just take the stroll down Halloweens of the past? Well looking through it got me thinking. It got me thinking because we get all dressed up and peddle our costumes for candy or other treats. We become somebody else to gain something we want. So with this Pay Per View coming up that’s so apply named I was curious as to what Reb is going to be? Hell I’ve been a gangster, a wizard, Hell I was even shredder from teenage mutant ninja turtles but that was soo long ago. I want to know about a few days from now. What’s Reb bringing to the table? How is he going to dress himself up to make himself look like a champion? Maybe he’ll wear a white sheet , burn a cross, drink a little ol’ McForty ounce an “ kill him one of dem der colored folks. “ I bet you that’s the average Wednesday night over at the Reb household, that and seeing whose got the flatter nose and trying to rebuild that old Trans-Am that’s been oh soo elegantly decorating the front lawn for the past near have a century.
I know, I know Reb, You fail to understand me because you fail to read between the lines. It’s ok I’ll give you the color by numbers portion of the show. Last we saw you Reb you were “ working out “ right? You were “ Training.” You were training until your knuckles got a little raw..
* Odin gives out a pity golf clap before taking a sip of his tea that’s just off screen. *
I mean, you threw what; ten punches? Ten punches and then your blown up? Your all breathing heavy like you just ran a marathon or just watch back to back episodes of Dukes of Hazard. Then, then you get a big ol’ grin on your face like ten punches is a new record. I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were trying out for the presidential fitness test back in elementary school. Wait.. Hang on “ Champ. “ The cameras must have conveniently caught you at the end of your warm up- what, did they have to fight their way through your Texas Chainsaw Massacre style home up stairs? I think the camera man was more spent then you were an he just ran from Daddy Reb who had layers of KFC smeared all over his face or was that the corpse of the south’s beloved Dale Earnhardt? Either way “ Champ “ - what are you trying to prove to yourself? You’re training right, getting focused, getting in “shape?” I’ve seen pictures of you, your about as shapely as the Olsen Twins. Tell you what, why don’t you go to jack in the Box, Whatta Burger, Checkers.. Where ever you want- go there, eat like seventeen cheese burgers, crash diet on spam for three months, drink nothing but milkshakes for a year an half then come talk to me when you weight more then a buck o’ five soak and wet. I know, you’re two o’ five but do you know what a five foot eleven man looks like at two o’ five? He doesn’t look like you, that’s for damn sure. So do me a favor and stop, just stop. You don’t need to convince us that your training or in shape because none of us are buying it.
* Odin tosses the book on the ground before taking another sip of tea. *
But you gotta train, right? You gotta prove to not only us but to yourself that you got what it takes. I know, I know. You beat me. I get it but let it go. I beat you twice, so your arguments invalid. Wait, you beat me for the title an that’s all that matters, right? I didn’t get the job done, right? It’ because you’re just better then me, right? Is that why you have to prove it to yourself? You gotta train? I know you don’t have too I mean who the hell am I kidding; you’re the pinnacle of human perfection. You graced the covers of men’s fit magazines and won so many Mr. Universe contests, it’ll make my head explode. Yet there you are. There you are, just a few weeks removed from drinking your little KeyFabe coke in a So-Co bottle that you had to actually sharpie in “ DIS” in front of, just so you can feel accomplished about yourself.
You’re just a man that Oozes confidence, right? So much so that I’m blind to it. That’s why we don’t understand each other. Maybe you’ve confused me so much with your Rebel pride that I forgot who my opponent was, right?
WRONG
No matter what you say Reb, no matter what you try an convince yourself of, try an tell the fans different or what the facts are because in this case you are Seth’s Puppet. You are his tool to which he’ll try and keep me away from that title because he’s afraid of what I might do with it.
* Put it through a cheap, poorly constructed table ? *
Now it doesn’t have to be you specifically, as I said; you’re interchangeable. You don’t have to be here but you put yourself here so now you have to deal with it. Three fucking times WCF have had to put up with your Forrest Gump ass with that title but go tell me again how you beat Brad Kane and how you were this super awesome tag team with the guy who nearly killed you. Go ahead, I don’t think I heard the story enough times yet.
* Odin looks at his watch as he checks his neck for a pulse. *
Nope, I still got a pulse, I think the horse out back is still livin’ so I think we have another dozen an half times to go before it gets real fucking old.
NO WAIT, IT ALREADY FUCKING HAS!
But that’s what Seth wants, he wants it to be so old and melancholy - just like D-Day was, the rice cake champion. You’re the champion of Salisbury steak and gritts. Sure, if you dress it up- it’s a damn good meal but on its own, its dull, bland, lacking in every sense of the word much like you Johnny. Do you actually think if Seth didn’t strip me that you’d be in the big title picture? Do you think you’d be anywhere near me? Why don’t you tell the world who brought you back to WCF since you want to name drop so much.. Go ahead… .. No? Fine.. Story time at Uncle Mavericks. Here we go:
Once upon a time, a few months back, a man by the name of Donald Deruty was having a fetish with my knee being driven so hard into his back that he had just go and get his friends involved on this good ol knee action so he brought in Jay Williams and surprise, fucking surprise the “ Champ “ Johnny Reb. You were brought in by the champion of rice cakes to take care of his norse god problem. You were brought in by the man that’s fighting Ryan Blake in the third match on the card, but D-days a great champion right? He got you back in this ring to help him clean house and be this strong dominant stable, right.. Tell me.. How’d that work out for ya? Fantastic right?
So that makes you main event worthy right?
* Why do you keep asking rhetorical questions ? *
Being brought back by a man whose been flaking left and right but yet you call him a good champion. You have the gall to call him a good champion but question my merit? Well I must be doing something right if Seth’s afraid of me having the title. You just go ahead though and keeping padding your ass to make yourself look good compared to me because we both know that at WAR X, had I Still had the title I’d be killing some other poor bastard in the ring for my title instead of having to clean house to get it back. So go and thank Seth, go and thank him for that opportunity to gain a third world title and now go and thank him for sending you to me in a one on one. I mean a true one V. one, not that gauntlet bullshit. You can throw it in my face all you want how you braved the battle and won it and did this amazing thing but look where its gotten you..
* Odin shakes his head in agreement. *
It’s gotten you, me.
Don’t even say that a few bottles of KeyFabe Coke an a Billy Blanks VHS work out is going to take care of me because you my friend are sadly mistaken. So you can train all you want, get as pumped as you want but come Monday night, I’m going to hit you so fucking hard your nose is going to reshape its self. What’s funny though is you must have let things slip with all your tough training because you haven’t grasped that me fighting you is business. Me crushing you in the middle of the ring, reshaping your nose, FOR FREE, mind you.. that’s business. That’s the “ collateral” end of a personal vendetta I have with Seth, hence why your interchangeable. If you wana throw in some personal aspects of it is that your riding your win over me much like the Ken Doll , Logan tries to rub his win over me. that’s what really mashes my potatoes. You make no mistake about it though, I will fight you for the title. I will fight Johnny Reb for the WCF World Title for the right be the top guy of this company. That’s what you want to hear; you want to hear my commitment to this match, like your all that matters in the world. Is that what’s bugging you; that I’m looking forward to getting revenge on Seth more then on you.
I bet that’s killing you inside too. You’re the World Champion an even as the world champion you’re still second fiddle to me because just as much as the world wants to see me complete annihilate you, they want to see Seths reaction to it an how that’s going to play out. Makes you feel a little small, doesn’t it? It should too because you know its true. Its been so long since you held the spot light that you crave it. You need it Reb but the hard truth of the matter is that IT doesn’t need you. I bet that you’re the kind of guy that’s been over shadowed in every facet of his career because you ended some greats career or you beat somebody big for a title. Hell, Reb take Doc Henry. He’s not going around saying constantly how he took you out but you’ll be the first to mention that he’s the one who did it. You beat brad Kane but he left soon after that didn’t he an your title win was over shadowed by him leaving. Your injury was over shadowed by the fact that it was doc doing it. Your return to WCF was over shadowed by the fact that the Alliance, at three strong made you look like the jobber that you really are. And then, and then just recently at WAR. Your title win was over shadowed by Odin Balfore.
You had lasted the entire thing, practically the first man in, last man out- you even won the title to boot and yet the night wasn’t about you. It was never about you. It was never about you and that kills you inside. That’s why you were practicing for the presidential fitness test because you know that if you go back to Robert E Lee Elementary to get that little gold star they give you- that you’ll finally after all these years, you’ll actually mean something to somebody besides mama Reb.
But..
But this isn’t the presidential fitness test. This s WCF an once again in WCF you will be over shadowed. Funny too because I have a knack for doing things like that. So don’t you dare be ashamed of that fact because there’s a lot of guys in that position with you but I’ll tell you what.. When I go to the ring, I’ll bring with me a nice, big, shiny, gold star- just for you. So after all your ribs are crushed and your lungs are sucking in gasoline from the Trans-Am that’s still sitting on your front lawn and your nose is fixed and your pride is finally broken- you’ll have something to look forward too because even though you’re no longer the world champion, no longer do you have that spot light on you an you’re the centre of attention- at least you’ll have that gold star an I’ll have my gold watch.
I’ll have my gold watch, my world title and my revenge on Seth.. And you’ll .. Well who cares, you have that gold star. So I’ll give you your recognition, Reb. I’ll give it too you. That even though you arnt nor were you ever the most important person in WCF, at Helloween you will be because you have what I want. We’ll make it personal like that. We’ll make it personal because for twenty minutes or so, you’ll have my undivided attention. Let that sink in for a moment. You will have my un- divided- attention. You Johnny Reb will be the center of the universe by means of association an that is the best you’ll ever get as long as I’m around because if you thought it sucked when guys were over shadowing you by dumb luck just imagine how it’ll’ feel to be over shadowed not only by consequence but from the bi product of my existing here. You may walk into the Pay Per View the WCF Champion but you’ll leave on a darker note because you’ll leave trapped forever in the shadow of Odin Balfore and no one will remember that you held that title unless they look in a sports almanac under most forgettable title runs, hell- you have two of them thus far so what’s one more? Then we can all go back to doing what we do best- me being the Bad Motha fucka that I am, killing people in that ring - making history in ways that only I can.. And you can go back to ranting about Doc Henry and trying to be like this guy…
* Odin reaches off screen and pulls out a picture. *
* Odin smiles at the camera with a big cheesy grin as it starts to fade. *
Odin Vili Vinna.. So I have spoken.. So it shall.. Come to pass…
~FINN
RP 2
WCF - HELLOWEEN PPV
SINGLES MATCH
WCF WORLD TITLE
ODIN BALFORE
VS
JOHNNY REB
______________________________
* The scene opens to Odin Balfore sitting in a lavish chair next to the light and roaring fire place in the second living room of his home. Odin casually and fondly flips through the pages of a big book and he smiles and chuckles to himself. Now to all you Balfore detractors out there, yes this is indeed a picture book not because he can’t read but because it’s a photo album. Odin flips another page before looking up the camera with a cheap and cheesy smile. *
Odin: Hello there. I bet you’re all wondering what I’m doing here when I should be out having a good time, enjoying the Halloween spirit, right? Well, I am. I got a hot cup of tea an a old photo album. You see Halloween used to be big thing in the Balfore household an why not just take the stroll down Halloweens of the past? Well looking through it got me thinking. It got me thinking because we get all dressed up and peddle our costumes for candy or other treats. We become somebody else to gain something we want. So with this Pay Per View coming up that’s so apply named I was curious as to what Reb is going to be? Hell I’ve been a gangster, a wizard, Hell I was even shredder from teenage mutant ninja turtles but that was soo long ago. I want to know about a few days from now. What’s Reb bringing to the table? How is he going to dress himself up to make himself look like a champion? Maybe he’ll wear a white sheet , burn a cross, drink a little ol’ McForty ounce an “ kill him one of dem der colored folks. “ I bet you that’s the average Wednesday night over at the Reb household, that and seeing whose got the flatter nose and trying to rebuild that old Trans-Am that’s been oh soo elegantly decorating the front lawn for the past near have a century.
I know, I know Reb, You fail to understand me because you fail to read between the lines. It’s ok I’ll give you the color by numbers portion of the show. Last we saw you Reb you were “ working out “ right? You were “ Training.” You were training until your knuckles got a little raw..
* Odin gives out a pity golf clap before taking a sip of his tea that’s just off screen. *
I mean, you threw what; ten punches? Ten punches and then your blown up? Your all breathing heavy like you just ran a marathon or just watch back to back episodes of Dukes of Hazard. Then, then you get a big ol’ grin on your face like ten punches is a new record. I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were trying out for the presidential fitness test back in elementary school. Wait.. Hang on “ Champ. “ The cameras must have conveniently caught you at the end of your warm up- what, did they have to fight their way through your Texas Chainsaw Massacre style home up stairs? I think the camera man was more spent then you were an he just ran from Daddy Reb who had layers of KFC smeared all over his face or was that the corpse of the south’s beloved Dale Earnhardt? Either way “ Champ “ - what are you trying to prove to yourself? You’re training right, getting focused, getting in “shape?” I’ve seen pictures of you, your about as shapely as the Olsen Twins. Tell you what, why don’t you go to jack in the Box, Whatta Burger, Checkers.. Where ever you want- go there, eat like seventeen cheese burgers, crash diet on spam for three months, drink nothing but milkshakes for a year an half then come talk to me when you weight more then a buck o’ five soak and wet. I know, you’re two o’ five but do you know what a five foot eleven man looks like at two o’ five? He doesn’t look like you, that’s for damn sure. So do me a favor and stop, just stop. You don’t need to convince us that your training or in shape because none of us are buying it.
* Odin tosses the book on the ground before taking another sip of tea. *
But you gotta train, right? You gotta prove to not only us but to yourself that you got what it takes. I know, I know. You beat me. I get it but let it go. I beat you twice, so your arguments invalid. Wait, you beat me for the title an that’s all that matters, right? I didn’t get the job done, right? It’ because you’re just better then me, right? Is that why you have to prove it to yourself? You gotta train? I know you don’t have too I mean who the hell am I kidding; you’re the pinnacle of human perfection. You graced the covers of men’s fit magazines and won so many Mr. Universe contests, it’ll make my head explode. Yet there you are. There you are, just a few weeks removed from drinking your little KeyFabe coke in a So-Co bottle that you had to actually sharpie in “ DIS” in front of, just so you can feel accomplished about yourself.
You’re just a man that Oozes confidence, right? So much so that I’m blind to it. That’s why we don’t understand each other. Maybe you’ve confused me so much with your Rebel pride that I forgot who my opponent was, right?
WRONG
No matter what you say Reb, no matter what you try an convince yourself of, try an tell the fans different or what the facts are because in this case you are Seth’s Puppet. You are his tool to which he’ll try and keep me away from that title because he’s afraid of what I might do with it.
* Put it through a cheap, poorly constructed table ? *
Now it doesn’t have to be you specifically, as I said; you’re interchangeable. You don’t have to be here but you put yourself here so now you have to deal with it. Three fucking times WCF have had to put up with your Forrest Gump ass with that title but go tell me again how you beat Brad Kane and how you were this super awesome tag team with the guy who nearly killed you. Go ahead, I don’t think I heard the story enough times yet.
* Odin looks at his watch as he checks his neck for a pulse. *
Nope, I still got a pulse, I think the horse out back is still livin’ so I think we have another dozen an half times to go before it gets real fucking old.
NO WAIT, IT ALREADY FUCKING HAS!
But that’s what Seth wants, he wants it to be so old and melancholy - just like D-Day was, the rice cake champion. You’re the champion of Salisbury steak and gritts. Sure, if you dress it up- it’s a damn good meal but on its own, its dull, bland, lacking in every sense of the word much like you Johnny. Do you actually think if Seth didn’t strip me that you’d be in the big title picture? Do you think you’d be anywhere near me? Why don’t you tell the world who brought you back to WCF since you want to name drop so much.. Go ahead… .. No? Fine.. Story time at Uncle Mavericks. Here we go:
Once upon a time, a few months back, a man by the name of Donald Deruty was having a fetish with my knee being driven so hard into his back that he had just go and get his friends involved on this good ol knee action so he brought in Jay Williams and surprise, fucking surprise the “ Champ “ Johnny Reb. You were brought in by the champion of rice cakes to take care of his norse god problem. You were brought in by the man that’s fighting Ryan Blake in the third match on the card, but D-days a great champion right? He got you back in this ring to help him clean house and be this strong dominant stable, right.. Tell me.. How’d that work out for ya? Fantastic right?
So that makes you main event worthy right?
* Why do you keep asking rhetorical questions ? *
Being brought back by a man whose been flaking left and right but yet you call him a good champion. You have the gall to call him a good champion but question my merit? Well I must be doing something right if Seth’s afraid of me having the title. You just go ahead though and keeping padding your ass to make yourself look good compared to me because we both know that at WAR X, had I Still had the title I’d be killing some other poor bastard in the ring for my title instead of having to clean house to get it back. So go and thank Seth, go and thank him for that opportunity to gain a third world title and now go and thank him for sending you to me in a one on one. I mean a true one V. one, not that gauntlet bullshit. You can throw it in my face all you want how you braved the battle and won it and did this amazing thing but look where its gotten you..
* Odin shakes his head in agreement. *
It’s gotten you, me.
Don’t even say that a few bottles of KeyFabe Coke an a Billy Blanks VHS work out is going to take care of me because you my friend are sadly mistaken. So you can train all you want, get as pumped as you want but come Monday night, I’m going to hit you so fucking hard your nose is going to reshape its self. What’s funny though is you must have let things slip with all your tough training because you haven’t grasped that me fighting you is business. Me crushing you in the middle of the ring, reshaping your nose, FOR FREE, mind you.. that’s business. That’s the “ collateral” end of a personal vendetta I have with Seth, hence why your interchangeable. If you wana throw in some personal aspects of it is that your riding your win over me much like the Ken Doll , Logan tries to rub his win over me. that’s what really mashes my potatoes. You make no mistake about it though, I will fight you for the title. I will fight Johnny Reb for the WCF World Title for the right be the top guy of this company. That’s what you want to hear; you want to hear my commitment to this match, like your all that matters in the world. Is that what’s bugging you; that I’m looking forward to getting revenge on Seth more then on you.
I bet that’s killing you inside too. You’re the World Champion an even as the world champion you’re still second fiddle to me because just as much as the world wants to see me complete annihilate you, they want to see Seths reaction to it an how that’s going to play out. Makes you feel a little small, doesn’t it? It should too because you know its true. Its been so long since you held the spot light that you crave it. You need it Reb but the hard truth of the matter is that IT doesn’t need you. I bet that you’re the kind of guy that’s been over shadowed in every facet of his career because you ended some greats career or you beat somebody big for a title. Hell, Reb take Doc Henry. He’s not going around saying constantly how he took you out but you’ll be the first to mention that he’s the one who did it. You beat brad Kane but he left soon after that didn’t he an your title win was over shadowed by him leaving. Your injury was over shadowed by the fact that it was doc doing it. Your return to WCF was over shadowed by the fact that the Alliance, at three strong made you look like the jobber that you really are. And then, and then just recently at WAR. Your title win was over shadowed by Odin Balfore.
You had lasted the entire thing, practically the first man in, last man out- you even won the title to boot and yet the night wasn’t about you. It was never about you. It was never about you and that kills you inside. That’s why you were practicing for the presidential fitness test because you know that if you go back to Robert E Lee Elementary to get that little gold star they give you- that you’ll finally after all these years, you’ll actually mean something to somebody besides mama Reb.
But..
But this isn’t the presidential fitness test. This s WCF an once again in WCF you will be over shadowed. Funny too because I have a knack for doing things like that. So don’t you dare be ashamed of that fact because there’s a lot of guys in that position with you but I’ll tell you what.. When I go to the ring, I’ll bring with me a nice, big, shiny, gold star- just for you. So after all your ribs are crushed and your lungs are sucking in gasoline from the Trans-Am that’s still sitting on your front lawn and your nose is fixed and your pride is finally broken- you’ll have something to look forward too because even though you’re no longer the world champion, no longer do you have that spot light on you an you’re the centre of attention- at least you’ll have that gold star an I’ll have my gold watch.
I’ll have my gold watch, my world title and my revenge on Seth.. And you’ll .. Well who cares, you have that gold star. So I’ll give you your recognition, Reb. I’ll give it too you. That even though you arnt nor were you ever the most important person in WCF, at Helloween you will be because you have what I want. We’ll make it personal like that. We’ll make it personal because for twenty minutes or so, you’ll have my undivided attention. Let that sink in for a moment. You will have my un- divided- attention. You Johnny Reb will be the center of the universe by means of association an that is the best you’ll ever get as long as I’m around because if you thought it sucked when guys were over shadowing you by dumb luck just imagine how it’ll’ feel to be over shadowed not only by consequence but from the bi product of my existing here. You may walk into the Pay Per View the WCF Champion but you’ll leave on a darker note because you’ll leave trapped forever in the shadow of Odin Balfore and no one will remember that you held that title unless they look in a sports almanac under most forgettable title runs, hell- you have two of them thus far so what’s one more? Then we can all go back to doing what we do best- me being the Bad Motha fucka that I am, killing people in that ring - making history in ways that only I can.. And you can go back to ranting about Doc Henry and trying to be like this guy…
* Odin reaches off screen and pulls out a picture. *
* Odin smiles at the camera with a big cheesy grin as it starts to fade. *
Odin Vili Vinna.. So I have spoken.. So it shall.. Come to pass…
~FINN
