5 Star

[Odin Balfore]

" 5 Star"

RP1
UWA- Rush Hour

Singles Match

Odin Balfore
vs.
Classy J


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Scene One: A Challenge
( A Monologue. )

Fall Brawl, his first week with the company- his first match wit the company and they throw Odin Balfore Andy Star and Natalia Knight. The “ hottest “ couple is now “ insert shitty pun here .” That’s the destroyer in him, the conquer in him and now this week you’ll see the mauler in him. What was last week will be again.

This ain’t zuul motha fucka, this is Odin Balfore and the man has been challenged.

Challenged? Who would challenge him? Classy J..

you can send your condolences to Classy J to Ramano’s funeral home by way of Ryan Blake.

As for Classys challenge.. A challenge is always met with a challenge. The only question is

is Classy J prepared for Odin Balfore?


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Scene Two: 5 stars.


* The scene opens up to Odin Balfore and his side kick Gilligan dressed to the nines, some would say even the tens as they walk into a very fancy and up scale five star resturant. Suit tie, top hats and canes, complete with white gloves. the two men follow the host as they walked passed a dimmlylight and packed house with very similarly dressed people. After a moment of walking they’re are seated as they look over the menu. *

Odin: Canard à la Rouennaise, Huitlacoche, Balut, bird’s nest soup ? What the hell kind of burger joint is this?

Gill: .. … ..

Odin: Yeah well for ..

* Odin looks at the menu *

three hundred dollors a plate, it damn well better be. Ya know what, screw it. You can’t go wrong with a good ol’ fashion American cheese burger. I’m getting the waiter, I’m ending this right now.

* Odin flags down the waiter as he comes over to take the order. *

Waiter: And what shall you fine gentlemen of the evening be having ? I recommend the Balut if you ask me.

Odin: Well I’m not skippy. Now I don’t see it on the menu but I’m sure you can accommodate me.

Waiter: I can assure you sir, anything you want, you can get you.

Odin: Well good because I want a double pound, quarter cheese, all beef patties special sauce lettuce cheese pickles onions on a sesame seed bun. A steak sandwich, a bloody mary an another steak sandwich.

* The waiter shots Odin a curious look but writes it down anyway. *

Waiter: I’m sure the kitchen can come up with something. We have some of the worlds best chefs on staff tonight. And for your friend?

Gill: .. .. .. .. .. .

Odin: ah yes, grey goose and apple jacks. Only the red ones! if i see any fucking green ones.

Waiter: Excuse me?

Gill: .. .. .. .. .. .. ..

Odin: o sorry.. Or he’ll fucking murder you.

Waiter: What?! That’s it I’m getting the manager. I don’t need this from the likes of you.

Odin: Hey, trust me. I toned down the French, so to speak.

Gill: .. .. .. .. ..

Odin: Everyone knows cinni-mon is the winna mon! and im a fucking winner so i want only red ones!

* Odin thinks over what Gill just said *

Odin: ... what the fuck is that shit ?

* The waiter leaves in search of the manger. *

Odin: See, this is why we don’t go anywhere. Why would you want apple jacks.. No body eats apple jacks.. Hell, people eat captain crunch over apple jacks. If I get kicked out before I get my burger, I swear to god…

Manager: What seems to be the problem gentlemen?

Odin: Problem, there’s no problem.

Gil: .. … .. ..

Manager: What?

Odin: He said: “ there’s gonna be a motha fuckin problem all up in this bitch if I don’t get my motha fuckin grey goose and red apple jacks!

Manager: Did he really say all that?

Odin: well I left out a few things like a few more f-bombs, him fucking your wife then eating your garbage.

Manager: Why’s he gonna eat my garage?

Gill: .. .. .. .

Odin: erhmm : Playas gotta eat, motha fucka.

Gill: .. .. … ..

Odin: Now go take your Richie Cunningham hair cut get your skank ass back in that kitchen and get me my motha fuckin apple jacks or I will eat your motha fuckin garbage then fuck your busted ass wife!

Geez gill, the language. Easy.

Manager: My wife had plastic surgery last year and was voted the most beautiful women in the city. She had plastic surgery last year done by the best plastic surgeon in all the world. Dr. G. S Sanchez.

Odin: Well you’re lookin at him. An I seen you’re wife. he made your wife look the way she does ok!?

Gill: .. .. .. .

Odin: He said like the whore that she is. I’m a doctor, not god, there’s only so much I can do.

Gill: .. .. .. .

Odin: so you better recognize an move out of the way!

Gill: … …. .

Odin: and go get me my damn apple jacks before I shove my boot up your ass.

* the manager looks under the table. *

manager: He’s not eve wearing boots, in fact I don’t even see feet. Sir, there’s no rodents allowed in this restaurant, you’ll have to leave.
* Odin points at gill *

Odin: what did I tell you? I told you that you better not get us kicked out before I get my food. No, I don’ wana hear it. We’re way past the apple jacks part… yes gill, it is unreasonable. We’re in a fucking jack in the box, there ain’t no apple jacks here.

Manager: Sir, this isn’t up for debate. Leave.. Now..

* Odin slowly turns his head towards the manager and stands up, towering over his average size frame. *

Odin: I’m not leaving until I get my food.

Manager: I’m not allowing you to odder that, we don’t carry what you asked for. You have to leave right now or else I’m calling the cops.

* Odin looks at Gilligan who already has a leather wallet opened on the table with a policeman’s badge secured to it. *

Odin: we are the cops. Why don’t you go back there and make my order.

Manager: Who do you think you are?

* Odin smiles a faint and passing smile before taking the manager but the coat and lifting him off the ground with two hands. *

Odin: I’m a bad motha fucka, motha fucka. Now who the fuck do you think you are ?

Manager: What?

Odin: I said, who the fuck do you think you are ?

Manager: What?

Odin: a name, do you have one?

Gill:.. .. ..

Odin: say what again, say it again! I dare you, I double dare you! Say what, one more damn time!

Manager: Jayson.

Odin: jay-son..

* Odin sets him down. *

Aren’t you all spiffed up and classy tonight.

Jayson: what- what’s your name?

Odin: My names PIT an you’re not talking your way out of this one. Now Jay-son are you going to go into the kitchen and make me my burger!?

* Jayson holds his ground and sticks to his merit. *

Jayson: N-no. We have class, I’m not go-going to belittle this restaurant with such Neanderthal orders.

* Odin sniffs the air. *

Odin: that smells like a challenge, classy Jay… let me show you what I do when people challenge me.

* Odin picks up Jayson and throws him across the room. A few people try to step in but Odin kick knocks them out with a few hard right hands. Jason tries to crawl away but Odin grabs him by the hair and drags him into the kitchen, crashing him into shelves and the sinks before cracking jay sons head off the metal counter. *

Odin: I don’t like it Classy J..

* Odin looks at the camera which whose a barley conscious man being held up right next to him. *

Odin: You came out and challenged me directly. You wanted to see what I could do.. This is what I can do.

* Odin smashes jay sons head off the corner and lets him slump to the floor outside the cameras view before pounding his fists on the table, denting it heavily. *

Odin: I don’t care of you’re challenging me out of respect, it’s the way you did it. I know that You’re Classy jay and that your really have none and that’s fine but don’t you dare suck up to me. Who the fuck do you think you are?

* Classy J ? *

Odin: You talked a whole lot of shit about the IC title and the TV, seems boy that you don’t have a lot of respect for this company by the way you talk about it, by the way you just let yourself into Blake’s office last week. You wanted to bring in a lead pipe to the battle royal to tilt the odds in your favor because you thought you could exploit a loop hole. It didn’t work.

I could say that I respect you because you called me out an I admire your guts, but frankly, I don’t. I don’t respect guys who can’t back their mouth up. Jay, you talked about the fortitude of this company that pays your bills and the titles that it could have given you. You had two chances at Fall Brawl to become a a champion, hell, a double champion. You coulda made history but you let it go. Instead, Nate Bishop made history an is currently the strongest looking guy in this company, that could have been you. Now you got bigger problems… bigger then Jayson’s issue over here. You got the biggest iisue of them all. The baddest motha fucker in this industry, Odin Balfore.

Not only do you have Odin Balfore in some thrown together match were I’m just gonna come out and wreck you.. You got Odin Balfore who WANTS to wreck you and trust me when I tell you, I will wreck you. I will grab you by the pansy ass little throat of yours, raise you up into the air and slam your back down to my knee so hard I’ll have to pin both halves of you to get the win.

Don’t you forget this.. You’re not in Blake’s house. You’re not in his company. This isn’t the Classy j super fun time hour. People don’t come to see you foam at the mouth with incoherent bullshit. You said last week that fans will be chanting “ same old shit” and that you wanted to change that.. To bad for you didn’t or else you might have had a chance against me. Monday night its you verse me with no pussy ass lead pipe to bale you out of the shit hole that you dug for yourself! Let me let you in on a little secrete. This isn’t a challenge for me, I’ve whooped guys like you while I was in a coma.

* It’s true, I’ve seen it before. *

You’re gonna come at me with this grand idea that now you get to see what Odin Balfore can do one on one. Let me tell you and trust me that you don’t want to see what Odin Balfore can do you a five foot, hundred sumthin little shit stain like yourself.

* Jayson claws his way back up into view as Odin slams his head back off the counter *

See, what I do to Jayson, I’m going to do to you. After Monday night, you’ll just be like Jayson over here.. Thinking your the owner of some first class, half assed jack in the box. I’m not gonna beat you stupid. I’m going to do you one better- I’mma make you famous. I’m going to rain down upon you so hard they’ll mane IQ scores after you. From now on, people wont be legally retarded. They’ll be Classy j because you made the unfortunate mistake of Challenging Odin Balfore. Now I’m going to go get my sandwich while you think this little mess over.. And Don’t worry because soon enough, on Monday Classy j will be in the records book as just another statistic to Odin Balfore.

So I have spoken, so it shall come to pass.

* Odin walks off leaving the camera to fade as it pans down to Classy jayson groaning in an inbetween state of consciousness. *

~FIN