Post by Odin Balfore on Feb 6, 2012 0:42:03 GMT -4
RP1
* Scrubs and rubber gloves, oh- this ain’t good. *
DING
“ Dr. Balfore to surgery please, Dr Balfore to surgery. “
* If you have a god, now’s the time to pray. Over in surgery a women screams in pain, worn out an exhausted. Her face is flushed from hours of stress as she tries to double up and bear the pain. Dr Balfore walks into room as if he was John Wayne. A swagger to walk and an cockey grin concealed under the face mask as he “ preps” himself for delivery. *
Nurse 1 - Doctor, she’s ten centimeters. She’s ready.
Odin: You tell that bitch to wait. * ZIP * I’m goin in.
* Odin positions himself at the end of the bed, kneeling down to get the best show in the house as he rests his palms together, as if to receive a hike. *
Odin: Don’t worry Mrs. O, we’ll have you taken care of in a moment, just as soon as somebody gets me a gin and tonic.
* Odin gets handed his drink but as soon as he takes a sip, Mrs O screams in pain as bears down with a large push. *
Odin: Heres to swimmin’ with bow legged women!
SMASH
* The baby starts to crown as Odin looks at it glaringly before trusting his hands outwards and digging his finger tips into the babies skull. *
Odin: Smile you son of a bitch!
* Pivoting and twisting his torso, Odin yanks the baby from the bowels of the unworthy as he holds it high in the air, palming it like a basketball. *
BBEEEPPPPP------
* Flatline. The nurses check on Mrs. O but turn to Odin with grim news. *
Nurse : She didn’t make it.
* Odin pulls down his mask and looks at the babe. *
Odin: So Mrs. O, you didn’t make it. Anyone could see that you didn’t have the hips to birth a formidable comeback. So here, now, you leave the world with this abomination to its former self. Now I look upon it, a ku to the world that barely knows it an like a babe, the world loves it while I loath it. Oh yes, Mrs. O, a true abomination has spawned in the wake of your heart wrenching demise that I shall strike from this earth! Trust me when I tell you that you shan’t be missed. As for you, with no mother or father to call upon you, to beckon you, to teach you the ways- I shall call you Callahan. Callahan, Callahan, poor little Callahan. Look at you with your infantile ways. You mock what you don’t understand and how could you understand something so complex as the man who stands before you, The Nordic Tank. For you this is your first breath into the new world, knowing of no evils that could possibly come your way. You feel safe and protected. You feel as if the world will provide for you and yet here you are dangling in the palm of my hand.
No, Callahan. It is not you who is better then me for I’ve been in this position many times before an I know exactly where the road shall lead me. As for you-
* Odin suddenly drops the baby, only to snatch it back up again. *
Hmmh, Its that quick, Callahan. One moment you think you’re on top of the world and the next, you’re back in my grasp. Ya see, I told your momma that facing me one on one for that title would be suicide, that it wouldn’t end well and she had more experience then you. Here you are a budding rose on the stem of a beautiful and wonderful life, that’s just waiting to unfold an teem with life and vigor previously unknown but you forgot one thing…
* Odin moves the baby and holds it in front of him with his arm extended, as the light above him casts a shadow over the baby. *
Life, your life does not bloom in the Shadows. Life, your life hasn’t even begun yet because still have to go through me. It is here, right now in the place where you’ve been birthed where you shall face a challenge, even the great Ronald Regan couldn’t win- the race against time. Time comes for all mortal men and here I stand across from you, beyond that for I’ve craved by hand a career that could put even the toughest and craftiest veterans to shame while you cling to your one -
* Odin looks over the deceased Mrs O. and scoffs. *
And suck the teat dry before it even has a change to nurse you into the first stage of human maturity. What you don’t know, what she hasn’t taught you, is that life is pain. Who ever tells you otherwise is selling something. Right now the world is going to tell you that. Its going to congratulate you and pad you on you’re little boom boom and tell you just how wonderful an fantastic you are until it gets sick of you. Well right now, I as look upon the slickly, the weak and the feeble- as you squirm and leach in my hand like the disease that you are; I take it upon myself to give you that first life lesson.
* Odin wraps his large hands around the babies torso and twists its neck with the other as he lets it fall to the ground. *
That my will is law. I don’t listen to mild mannered gods or those who put their fate in him. You’re Christian god means nothing me because in that ring its just you an I. Its in that ring where you’ll step through the ropes with your Suicidal title and when you kneel down to pray for the strength to defeat a man such a me, as accomplish as me, as dangerous an uncaring such as me- when you are praying to find the strength to defeat me, even Tim Teabow will be shaking his head sayin “ no way man. “ Its foolish to overlook the challenge ahead of you for I’m the man that’s going to snuff you out before you even get the chance to the breath.
You pride yourself on the right to vote, to chose yet your pro life. You are against the right for a person to make a decision because it makes you uncomfortable. You see there, Callahan, its not your political views that make me uncomfortable or get under my skin. No, its your hypocritical judgment which, you being the green horn that you, you think one win makes you the hottest shit sandwich going- I’ve won title on my debut, its great but its who you fight afterward when the dust settles and the worlds looking at you saying “ ok, do it now. “
well.. Callahan, lets do it now. Now Callahan, I’m going to walk down to the ring an I’m not gonna let you breath move or even react. I’m just gonna beat the shit out of you. I don’t mean figuratively either. I mean that I’m going to physical beat you down so bad that you are going to quite literally void yourself. As pro life as you are an ass tough as you think you are, talking about changing the title and doing all these wonderful things, you, your career is nothing more then an unproven mess. I’m pro choice. I’m pro choice for crushing your skull, like a grape and for ripping you apart lib from limb before finishing you off with your own.. Victory lock, was it? I’m all about choices, but I’m not about to give you a choice, this match- you giving up your title is no negotiable. I have a submission of my own, the triangle choke. Don’t worry, my tree trunk like legs is said to be like a snake squeezing the life from a rabbit and that’s just what this is. A snake, hunting for its food. Odin Balfore, hunting and rooting out the weak- the men that talk to much and guys like you that know nothing about the sacrifice that it takes to survive in this business.
This isn’t an election, Callahan, this is survival an I’ve survived a lot longer then damn near anyone else in this industry. I’m one of the original big men still going stronger then ever in this industry because I’ve made a living off of men just like you. Saturdays all about weather or not you got what it takes because I’m bigger then you, stronger then you, tougher then you, I’m smarter then you in that ring an I got the record and titles to prove it. As of right now, no, I’m not impressed for its you that lacks all intelligence to believe that you’re the second coming of your pussy ass god. What you see before you right now is the only god in this business, The Nordic Tank!
Saturday night Callahan, Ragnarok is coming for you an I shall rise in its wake. Its in that wake you’ll be trapped in my shadow. Its then Callahan, that the world will be exposed to your bullshit because Odin Balfore truly doesn’t give a fuck about you, your life style or your safety. I’m sure you remember the sting of my mark, let alone when I crack your back over my knee with all that I can muster up an pin your sorry ass in the middle of the ring for all you’re little super pac backers to see. Its at that moment Callahan when you figure out that you truly aren’t cut out for this business or to be in the ring with the best big man of all time, Odin Balfore!
I will crush you in that ring and take that title from you- not because I oppose your believes but because you can’t do a god damn thing to stop me, be it Christian or Norn- the world will known that Odin Balfore came in an did exactly what he’s been saying he was going to do, be The Baddest Motha Fucka alive.
An I’m gonna keep it going by snuffing you out on your campaign trail before you even leave Texas. Make your first and last stand here boy because when its all said an done, I’ll be walking away the New Suicidal champion with your right winged, pro life bullshit agenda and pansy little comb over , a broken, crumbled mess, in the middle of that ring. Just like the newborn I killed moments ago- so shall it be done onto you. Then after I walk out San Antonio The New Suicidal Champion, I’m going into walk into your little house, walk down into your little world of warcraft basement and piss all over everything that you hold dear because your American dream stops right here with the grim reality that is the nightmare name, Odin Balfore!
So I have spoken, so it shall, come to pass.
~FINN
* Scrubs and rubber gloves, oh- this ain’t good. *
DING
“ Dr. Balfore to surgery please, Dr Balfore to surgery. “
* If you have a god, now’s the time to pray. Over in surgery a women screams in pain, worn out an exhausted. Her face is flushed from hours of stress as she tries to double up and bear the pain. Dr Balfore walks into room as if he was John Wayne. A swagger to walk and an cockey grin concealed under the face mask as he “ preps” himself for delivery. *
Nurse 1 - Doctor, she’s ten centimeters. She’s ready.
Odin: You tell that bitch to wait. * ZIP * I’m goin in.
* Odin positions himself at the end of the bed, kneeling down to get the best show in the house as he rests his palms together, as if to receive a hike. *
Odin: Don’t worry Mrs. O, we’ll have you taken care of in a moment, just as soon as somebody gets me a gin and tonic.
* Odin gets handed his drink but as soon as he takes a sip, Mrs O screams in pain as bears down with a large push. *
Odin: Heres to swimmin’ with bow legged women!
SMASH
* The baby starts to crown as Odin looks at it glaringly before trusting his hands outwards and digging his finger tips into the babies skull. *
Odin: Smile you son of a bitch!
* Pivoting and twisting his torso, Odin yanks the baby from the bowels of the unworthy as he holds it high in the air, palming it like a basketball. *
BBEEEPPPPP------
* Flatline. The nurses check on Mrs. O but turn to Odin with grim news. *
Nurse : She didn’t make it.
* Odin pulls down his mask and looks at the babe. *
Odin: So Mrs. O, you didn’t make it. Anyone could see that you didn’t have the hips to birth a formidable comeback. So here, now, you leave the world with this abomination to its former self. Now I look upon it, a ku to the world that barely knows it an like a babe, the world loves it while I loath it. Oh yes, Mrs. O, a true abomination has spawned in the wake of your heart wrenching demise that I shall strike from this earth! Trust me when I tell you that you shan’t be missed. As for you, with no mother or father to call upon you, to beckon you, to teach you the ways- I shall call you Callahan. Callahan, Callahan, poor little Callahan. Look at you with your infantile ways. You mock what you don’t understand and how could you understand something so complex as the man who stands before you, The Nordic Tank. For you this is your first breath into the new world, knowing of no evils that could possibly come your way. You feel safe and protected. You feel as if the world will provide for you and yet here you are dangling in the palm of my hand.
No, Callahan. It is not you who is better then me for I’ve been in this position many times before an I know exactly where the road shall lead me. As for you-
* Odin suddenly drops the baby, only to snatch it back up again. *
Hmmh, Its that quick, Callahan. One moment you think you’re on top of the world and the next, you’re back in my grasp. Ya see, I told your momma that facing me one on one for that title would be suicide, that it wouldn’t end well and she had more experience then you. Here you are a budding rose on the stem of a beautiful and wonderful life, that’s just waiting to unfold an teem with life and vigor previously unknown but you forgot one thing…
* Odin moves the baby and holds it in front of him with his arm extended, as the light above him casts a shadow over the baby. *
Life, your life does not bloom in the Shadows. Life, your life hasn’t even begun yet because still have to go through me. It is here, right now in the place where you’ve been birthed where you shall face a challenge, even the great Ronald Regan couldn’t win- the race against time. Time comes for all mortal men and here I stand across from you, beyond that for I’ve craved by hand a career that could put even the toughest and craftiest veterans to shame while you cling to your one -
* Odin looks over the deceased Mrs O. and scoffs. *
And suck the teat dry before it even has a change to nurse you into the first stage of human maturity. What you don’t know, what she hasn’t taught you, is that life is pain. Who ever tells you otherwise is selling something. Right now the world is going to tell you that. Its going to congratulate you and pad you on you’re little boom boom and tell you just how wonderful an fantastic you are until it gets sick of you. Well right now, I as look upon the slickly, the weak and the feeble- as you squirm and leach in my hand like the disease that you are; I take it upon myself to give you that first life lesson.
* Odin wraps his large hands around the babies torso and twists its neck with the other as he lets it fall to the ground. *
That my will is law. I don’t listen to mild mannered gods or those who put their fate in him. You’re Christian god means nothing me because in that ring its just you an I. Its in that ring where you’ll step through the ropes with your Suicidal title and when you kneel down to pray for the strength to defeat a man such a me, as accomplish as me, as dangerous an uncaring such as me- when you are praying to find the strength to defeat me, even Tim Teabow will be shaking his head sayin “ no way man. “ Its foolish to overlook the challenge ahead of you for I’m the man that’s going to snuff you out before you even get the chance to the breath.
You pride yourself on the right to vote, to chose yet your pro life. You are against the right for a person to make a decision because it makes you uncomfortable. You see there, Callahan, its not your political views that make me uncomfortable or get under my skin. No, its your hypocritical judgment which, you being the green horn that you, you think one win makes you the hottest shit sandwich going- I’ve won title on my debut, its great but its who you fight afterward when the dust settles and the worlds looking at you saying “ ok, do it now. “
well.. Callahan, lets do it now. Now Callahan, I’m going to walk down to the ring an I’m not gonna let you breath move or even react. I’m just gonna beat the shit out of you. I don’t mean figuratively either. I mean that I’m going to physical beat you down so bad that you are going to quite literally void yourself. As pro life as you are an ass tough as you think you are, talking about changing the title and doing all these wonderful things, you, your career is nothing more then an unproven mess. I’m pro choice. I’m pro choice for crushing your skull, like a grape and for ripping you apart lib from limb before finishing you off with your own.. Victory lock, was it? I’m all about choices, but I’m not about to give you a choice, this match- you giving up your title is no negotiable. I have a submission of my own, the triangle choke. Don’t worry, my tree trunk like legs is said to be like a snake squeezing the life from a rabbit and that’s just what this is. A snake, hunting for its food. Odin Balfore, hunting and rooting out the weak- the men that talk to much and guys like you that know nothing about the sacrifice that it takes to survive in this business.
This isn’t an election, Callahan, this is survival an I’ve survived a lot longer then damn near anyone else in this industry. I’m one of the original big men still going stronger then ever in this industry because I’ve made a living off of men just like you. Saturdays all about weather or not you got what it takes because I’m bigger then you, stronger then you, tougher then you, I’m smarter then you in that ring an I got the record and titles to prove it. As of right now, no, I’m not impressed for its you that lacks all intelligence to believe that you’re the second coming of your pussy ass god. What you see before you right now is the only god in this business, The Nordic Tank!
Saturday night Callahan, Ragnarok is coming for you an I shall rise in its wake. Its in that wake you’ll be trapped in my shadow. Its then Callahan, that the world will be exposed to your bullshit because Odin Balfore truly doesn’t give a fuck about you, your life style or your safety. I’m sure you remember the sting of my mark, let alone when I crack your back over my knee with all that I can muster up an pin your sorry ass in the middle of the ring for all you’re little super pac backers to see. Its at that moment Callahan when you figure out that you truly aren’t cut out for this business or to be in the ring with the best big man of all time, Odin Balfore!
I will crush you in that ring and take that title from you- not because I oppose your believes but because you can’t do a god damn thing to stop me, be it Christian or Norn- the world will known that Odin Balfore came in an did exactly what he’s been saying he was going to do, be The Baddest Motha Fucka alive.
An I’m gonna keep it going by snuffing you out on your campaign trail before you even leave Texas. Make your first and last stand here boy because when its all said an done, I’ll be walking away the New Suicidal champion with your right winged, pro life bullshit agenda and pansy little comb over , a broken, crumbled mess, in the middle of that ring. Just like the newborn I killed moments ago- so shall it be done onto you. Then after I walk out San Antonio The New Suicidal Champion, I’m going into walk into your little house, walk down into your little world of warcraft basement and piss all over everything that you hold dear because your American dream stops right here with the grim reality that is the nightmare name, Odin Balfore!
So I have spoken, so it shall, come to pass.
~FINN
