Post by Odin Balfore on Dec 25, 2011 23:07:42 GMT -5
LD 50
RP1
WCF- ONE
World Title Match
Odin Balfore
vs.
Corey Black
____________________________
Part I
LD50
* Odin Balfore sit’s at a rounded, wooden table in a dimly lit room. Pro wrestling cliché number 54. Theres always a dimly lit room, for personal thoughts of reflection but this time it comes as a reminder of things to come. The camera pans from Odin on the right over to the left, Odins front. There on the table across from him is a handle of Jack Daniels and a beer pitcher. Odin takes the pitcher by the handle and drags it towards him. *
Odin: What would you say Corey Broken, are you the kind of guy that sees the glass half empty or half full? You strike me as the half full sort of guy. You have to be, you must be. You Corey Black have to be grasping on, clinging onto a certain degree of hope to think that you’ll be making strides in this match of ours. It was at Revenge that I put you away for just putting yourself in the ring with me when you had no common business. Much as this situation the same. What you’ve done merits nothing, yet you’re convinced that you’ll walk away with something, even if its just your vendetta against me.
* Odin twists his wrist inward, causing the pitcher to rotate into the crook of his arm. Odin plants his elbow on the table and holds the pitcher up. *
Odin: Do you know who else were optimists? Do you? Of coarse you do, you’ve seen me beat them. Do you know why they’re optimists? It’s because they’re foolish. You however aren’t foolish, no. I bet you still wake up in the middle of the night just to strap on another heating pad to your back. Lets not pretend Cd, lets not play this game where you all the sudden become a tougher man then I. We both know that those power bombs- those five, vicious, bone breaking, organ rupturing power bombs did a lot of damage. I’m beginning to think I’ve parentally impaired your judgment. Optimism against Odin Balfore is just another term for suicide. You have the mis-fortune by your own design to face me twice for the prize an in the spot light that’s eluded you for so long.
Do you know what they call that in AA? They call that chasing the dragon. Its when you keep going after something that you just cant get. In your case its not only the ONE main event spot light but MY WCF World Title. It seems that, that’s your only issue with me. I have what you can’t. I have the spot light that’s eluded you since Torture Tantrum pulled a Jay Price and skipped town. WCF’s fall out, was my doing. The monster that risen while you were in power, my doing. In fact, everything you’ve done since I’ve been here has involved me. There’s nothing in WCF that you’ve done in recent memory where your name has over shadowed mine.
So what has all that optimism gotten you?
* Odin sets the pitcher down and reaches for the handle of jack an begins to unscrew the cap. *
while you’ve been chasing the dragon, being an optimist- I’ve been a realist. I know that I’ve been a meteoric rise here in WCF that no one can even begin to lay claim too. You’ve said it, Tort’s said it- I’d say thank you but you- I don’t need the praises of the shamers. I’ll tell you what CD, Lets stop being optimistic. Step into my world of the realist.
* Odin starts to pour the bottle into the pitcher and fills it half way before setting the bottle back down. *
This Corey, is the glass half full in your eyes. This is optimism personified. Your hopes, dreams, well wishes, all contained in thirty two ounces of barrel aged perfection. Oh yeah, drink it all in there Corey. Smooth, rich, robust, optimism so good, you’ll want to snort hostess cupcakes off a fat chicks ass! This is what D-Day thought about when he had high hopes of defeating me. This is what Reb thought about when he wanted to rip down my accomplishments and this is what you currently feel. Now watch.
* Odin holds up the pitcher again so the camera can get a good look at it before toasting and gulping down thirty two ounces of beer in record time. Once he’s finished he tilts the pitcher and looks at it for a moment before looking back at the camera. *
That’s what makes me monster. This is what makes me dangerous. Its not that I’m completely dominant in that ring, its not that I have unparallel strength or aggression, no. What makes me a monster is the fact that Odin Balfore devours all your hopes, dreams, desires. The product of my nature breeds pessimism. It breeds loathing and doubt. Let me tell you that everyone starts off how you start off- they have a plan, a goal, and they aren’t going to let anything stop them. That is until I grab them like a often do a frosty pitcher and drink from them, much like I picked the fruit from the trees of life and knowledge- I drink the refreshing brew that is the optimistic human nature.
The comparisons continue too between human nature and old mister McForty ounce. That comparison is something called LD fifty. That means that The dose of that specific substance, E.g, this guy right here is enough to kill fifty percent of the group that its associated with, I.E, WCF. So let me lay some drunken math on you. My win ratio is seventy-one point four percent. Divide that by my fifteen wins and you get four point seven. So that means less then five percent Odin Balfore is enough to completely jobber kill over half of WCF.
I’ll let you take a moment to let that sink into your mind. Really slosh that around in the old hampster wheel. Here, let me speed up that thought process for you. It takes less then five percent of my awesome power to walk all over this pathetic lot the WCF calls a roster. Some more booze for thought, that vicious beating I gave you- five percent. LD fifty. The Lethal Dose. So when you’re out there getting all ready to pull your little promo, you keep that in mind. Keep it in mind that I’ve kept close tabs on you in our tag matches. Now more then ever do I know how, when and why you do what you do. I know because you’re just like the rest of the shamers.
Speaking of the shamer’s, Hello Torture, you worthless piece of shit. Truly that’s what you are and you know it. Still found a way to stick your nose in the main event business, main event business that you have no place being in. This is between Corey an I yet here you come sounded your tan-tanglers and who-ma-whats-itz. Shouting WHO WHO on your trumpets. On Slam you called me the monster that Corey created. He didn’t so much create me as he did let me run around the village but you’re right, he can’t stop me. What perplexes me the most is how you think you’re going to stop me. I am the biggest thret this organization has ever seen an I’m not doing it by underhanded deals or bullshit, no, I’m doing it by going out there each and every week of the day.. Year..month, October, November, December.. Now its January- where all the big dogs at? I know you think yourself the most hated man in WCF history, but heres what I got to say about that.
* Odin pours the rest of the handle into the pitcher and drinks it down. *
You optimistic piece of shit, you ain’t no different from Weeping Death- you ain’t no different from anybody. Odin Balfore will still devour your hopes just like he did to all those pregnant mermaids an everyone else who dares dream off of my hard work and successful-ness-ness.. So come at me at ONE, be the official, I want you to make the count when Corey Black gets jacked up and powerd down again just like I did to him months ago. Corey, I hope that you to the dentist to get that smile back-
What’s that even mean? I took your smile? Did I make you lose your love of the game? Staring into the face of the “ Monster” make you realize that you aren’t the best in the game , that you’re just another straw house for me to burn down? Did you go off in no mans land to get it back, just to return to WCF to face me so that you can prove to yourself that Corey Black still has stock? Well heres your chance.
* Odin holds up the pitcher again. *
And trust me when I tell you that I can’t wait for you to fill the cup up again because my thirst is insatiable. In just a few days it’ll be Balfore/ Black part two where once again you have everything to lose an I have it all to gain. At ONE, we collide- At ONE is where you die from the LD fifty of Odin Balfore then after that I’ll continue waling through WCF not because I was given range but because I took it. I’m still the best thing going for WCF. until that is, Seth decides to bring back another shamer to try and take out the mythical Odin Balfore who in seven months has made all you chumps look insignificant. Who knows maybe SICKLY T will come back next month an I can whoop that gangly, pasty, spaghetti eating fuck, then I’ll have completed the holy trinity of WCF’s pride and Joy list of shamer’s.
You just keep dreaming though, Corey.. Because I could still use a drink an you could still use the biggest ass kicking of your life.
So I have spoken, so it shall.. Come to pass.
* Odin slides the pitcher away from him as the camera follows and slowly zooms in on the empty vessel as the scene fades to black. *
~FINN
RP1
WCF- ONE
World Title Match
Odin Balfore
vs.
Corey Black
____________________________
Part I
LD50
* Odin Balfore sit’s at a rounded, wooden table in a dimly lit room. Pro wrestling cliché number 54. Theres always a dimly lit room, for personal thoughts of reflection but this time it comes as a reminder of things to come. The camera pans from Odin on the right over to the left, Odins front. There on the table across from him is a handle of Jack Daniels and a beer pitcher. Odin takes the pitcher by the handle and drags it towards him. *
Odin: What would you say Corey Broken, are you the kind of guy that sees the glass half empty or half full? You strike me as the half full sort of guy. You have to be, you must be. You Corey Black have to be grasping on, clinging onto a certain degree of hope to think that you’ll be making strides in this match of ours. It was at Revenge that I put you away for just putting yourself in the ring with me when you had no common business. Much as this situation the same. What you’ve done merits nothing, yet you’re convinced that you’ll walk away with something, even if its just your vendetta against me.
* Odin twists his wrist inward, causing the pitcher to rotate into the crook of his arm. Odin plants his elbow on the table and holds the pitcher up. *
Odin: Do you know who else were optimists? Do you? Of coarse you do, you’ve seen me beat them. Do you know why they’re optimists? It’s because they’re foolish. You however aren’t foolish, no. I bet you still wake up in the middle of the night just to strap on another heating pad to your back. Lets not pretend Cd, lets not play this game where you all the sudden become a tougher man then I. We both know that those power bombs- those five, vicious, bone breaking, organ rupturing power bombs did a lot of damage. I’m beginning to think I’ve parentally impaired your judgment. Optimism against Odin Balfore is just another term for suicide. You have the mis-fortune by your own design to face me twice for the prize an in the spot light that’s eluded you for so long.
Do you know what they call that in AA? They call that chasing the dragon. Its when you keep going after something that you just cant get. In your case its not only the ONE main event spot light but MY WCF World Title. It seems that, that’s your only issue with me. I have what you can’t. I have the spot light that’s eluded you since Torture Tantrum pulled a Jay Price and skipped town. WCF’s fall out, was my doing. The monster that risen while you were in power, my doing. In fact, everything you’ve done since I’ve been here has involved me. There’s nothing in WCF that you’ve done in recent memory where your name has over shadowed mine.
So what has all that optimism gotten you?
* Odin sets the pitcher down and reaches for the handle of jack an begins to unscrew the cap. *
while you’ve been chasing the dragon, being an optimist- I’ve been a realist. I know that I’ve been a meteoric rise here in WCF that no one can even begin to lay claim too. You’ve said it, Tort’s said it- I’d say thank you but you- I don’t need the praises of the shamers. I’ll tell you what CD, Lets stop being optimistic. Step into my world of the realist.
* Odin starts to pour the bottle into the pitcher and fills it half way before setting the bottle back down. *
This Corey, is the glass half full in your eyes. This is optimism personified. Your hopes, dreams, well wishes, all contained in thirty two ounces of barrel aged perfection. Oh yeah, drink it all in there Corey. Smooth, rich, robust, optimism so good, you’ll want to snort hostess cupcakes off a fat chicks ass! This is what D-Day thought about when he had high hopes of defeating me. This is what Reb thought about when he wanted to rip down my accomplishments and this is what you currently feel. Now watch.
* Odin holds up the pitcher again so the camera can get a good look at it before toasting and gulping down thirty two ounces of beer in record time. Once he’s finished he tilts the pitcher and looks at it for a moment before looking back at the camera. *
That’s what makes me monster. This is what makes me dangerous. Its not that I’m completely dominant in that ring, its not that I have unparallel strength or aggression, no. What makes me a monster is the fact that Odin Balfore devours all your hopes, dreams, desires. The product of my nature breeds pessimism. It breeds loathing and doubt. Let me tell you that everyone starts off how you start off- they have a plan, a goal, and they aren’t going to let anything stop them. That is until I grab them like a often do a frosty pitcher and drink from them, much like I picked the fruit from the trees of life and knowledge- I drink the refreshing brew that is the optimistic human nature.
The comparisons continue too between human nature and old mister McForty ounce. That comparison is something called LD fifty. That means that The dose of that specific substance, E.g, this guy right here is enough to kill fifty percent of the group that its associated with, I.E, WCF. So let me lay some drunken math on you. My win ratio is seventy-one point four percent. Divide that by my fifteen wins and you get four point seven. So that means less then five percent Odin Balfore is enough to completely jobber kill over half of WCF.
I’ll let you take a moment to let that sink into your mind. Really slosh that around in the old hampster wheel. Here, let me speed up that thought process for you. It takes less then five percent of my awesome power to walk all over this pathetic lot the WCF calls a roster. Some more booze for thought, that vicious beating I gave you- five percent. LD fifty. The Lethal Dose. So when you’re out there getting all ready to pull your little promo, you keep that in mind. Keep it in mind that I’ve kept close tabs on you in our tag matches. Now more then ever do I know how, when and why you do what you do. I know because you’re just like the rest of the shamers.
Speaking of the shamer’s, Hello Torture, you worthless piece of shit. Truly that’s what you are and you know it. Still found a way to stick your nose in the main event business, main event business that you have no place being in. This is between Corey an I yet here you come sounded your tan-tanglers and who-ma-whats-itz. Shouting WHO WHO on your trumpets. On Slam you called me the monster that Corey created. He didn’t so much create me as he did let me run around the village but you’re right, he can’t stop me. What perplexes me the most is how you think you’re going to stop me. I am the biggest thret this organization has ever seen an I’m not doing it by underhanded deals or bullshit, no, I’m doing it by going out there each and every week of the day.. Year..month, October, November, December.. Now its January- where all the big dogs at? I know you think yourself the most hated man in WCF history, but heres what I got to say about that.
* Odin pours the rest of the handle into the pitcher and drinks it down. *
You optimistic piece of shit, you ain’t no different from Weeping Death- you ain’t no different from anybody. Odin Balfore will still devour your hopes just like he did to all those pregnant mermaids an everyone else who dares dream off of my hard work and successful-ness-ness.. So come at me at ONE, be the official, I want you to make the count when Corey Black gets jacked up and powerd down again just like I did to him months ago. Corey, I hope that you to the dentist to get that smile back-
What’s that even mean? I took your smile? Did I make you lose your love of the game? Staring into the face of the “ Monster” make you realize that you aren’t the best in the game , that you’re just another straw house for me to burn down? Did you go off in no mans land to get it back, just to return to WCF to face me so that you can prove to yourself that Corey Black still has stock? Well heres your chance.
* Odin holds up the pitcher again. *
And trust me when I tell you that I can’t wait for you to fill the cup up again because my thirst is insatiable. In just a few days it’ll be Balfore/ Black part two where once again you have everything to lose an I have it all to gain. At ONE, we collide- At ONE is where you die from the LD fifty of Odin Balfore then after that I’ll continue waling through WCF not because I was given range but because I took it. I’m still the best thing going for WCF. until that is, Seth decides to bring back another shamer to try and take out the mythical Odin Balfore who in seven months has made all you chumps look insignificant. Who knows maybe SICKLY T will come back next month an I can whoop that gangly, pasty, spaghetti eating fuck, then I’ll have completed the holy trinity of WCF’s pride and Joy list of shamer’s.
You just keep dreaming though, Corey.. Because I could still use a drink an you could still use the biggest ass kicking of your life.
So I have spoken, so it shall.. Come to pass.
* Odin slides the pitcher away from him as the camera follows and slowly zooms in on the empty vessel as the scene fades to black. *
~FINN
