Post by Odin Balfore on Sept 24, 2011 18:13:29 GMT -5
“ Another Monday Night “
RP2
UWA Rush Hour
9/26
Singles match
Odin Balfore
vs.
Colt Forte
____________________________________
Scene One: “ Another Monday Night. “
* The scene opens up to a sunny hillside with long, lush untamed grasses that have grown freely with out any sort of intervention in thousands of years, on the other side of this hill, it was met with its mate who conversed and spoke of their love in the coming fall winds while basking in the penetrating sunlight as it passed in the sky over head. It’s tranquility spoke volumes and those volumes would last a life time but they hid a deeper and more terrible past, a secret past of what happened on their watch some many years ago.
Odin Balfore soon emerges at the top of one of the hills as the wind sleeps through his graying blonde hair. His dark boots are hidden in the grass, which nearly comes up to his keeps. Streaks of blue can bee seen sneaking through the tall blades of grass that ty to creep up further on his leg. Odin’s black leather jacket shields him from the breeze that frosts the two hills like cake. Taking a few steps along the top of the hill, Odin starts to speak. *
Odin: So where do we stand Colt? I would think it would be on either side of this hill, ready to do battle like the best of my ancestors. Yet perhaps you’re still in that little church back in the Granite State with your hands clasped in prayer. Either way Colt from a man whose just the other day was telling the world he wasn’t impressed about me, me? ME? The big M- E, Odin Balfore ?
* Odin hangs his head for a moment and shakes it in a disappointing and disapproving manner . *
Odin: Maybe you’re trying to get your little friend from “ Order of Chaos” Let me guess, he’s either six foot nothing but a crazy ‘ psycho” or he’s seven foot tall asshole who just likes to “ inflict pain. “ is that what we’re dealing with? You’re buddy that just likes to inflict pain and suffering because hes a disturbed individual who either saw his parents get murdered, murdered someone or grew up with a hard life? Just look around us right now Colt, just look around.
* The camera pans around the hillside then back to Odin. *
Odin: Right now, lifes pretty good. Things are pretty good between us but soon it won’t be come Monday and you can make all the little bullshit remarks you want about how it wont be cuz your groups coming and how no ones safe.. Let.. Let me beat you to the punch. Where as your groups been in jail or defunct for a eleven billion years just until recently. That’s right for twelve years your buddy spent time in prison, sitting, thinking.. So that makes him a hardcore baddass, right?
* Odin claps with sarcasm and mockery to the rumors regarding order of chaos. *
Odin: Real tough guy but I wana see him or you more importantly trying to step to me in the middle of that ring because I’m a tough motha fucka myself. A guy with my size and build, I know what I can do to the human body an let me tell you and trust me when I tell you that none of it is good. So come and step to me and break the tranquility of this field, of your UWA career and watch the violence unfold as the this hill transforms from what you want to be, to what I WILL make it be.
* The camera pans around the hill once again but slowly you can see the faded visions of dead, dying, and wounded men all laying on an bloody and war torn hill side. *
Odin: Soon Colt, all those preys will be for not. All this order of chaos nonsense will be for not, call me a skeptic but I’ll take your word for it when I see it but I can’t believe a man who just gave up on this company for a few weeks because it just suited you at that time because right now, whooping your ass and breaking your back is what’s suiting me at this very moment. You’re tranquil. Reflective peace will become the faded memory of your UWA career. What you thought was to be a shining moment and start to something amazing is nothing more then your best hopes an intentions.
Monday night, Monday night will be different from that. Monday night will be the true unraveling of your UWA career because your new UWA career will be marked with the MARK of Odin Balfore. It’ll be a power bomb to be heard around the world and remember for the rest of your life because it’s the day that you realize that you aren’t quite what you believe yourself to be. You need to remember an don’t worry because on Monday, I’ll remind you that you’re like all the causalities that fell on this hillside many years ago like when my ancestors slain them.
You’re a number Colt, just a stat static that will be thrown into the shuffle with everyone else I defeated. I won’t be preaching about this day, the day I defeated Colt Forte because your nothing. Beating Colt Forte isn’t my crowning achievement, just like slaying one of many that opposed my ancestors.. They weren’t any names. If you could ask one of them, how many opponents they slain.. They won’t give you names, just a number. Just like you.. Just a number.
For you Colt, Monday will be the greatest day in your life. The day that Odin Balfore graced the same ring as you with his presence and you stood toe to toe with him like so many before you and just like so many before you- you fell. You feel with the likes of greatness, supposed greatness and jobbers that have come before you. To the opponents of my ancestors, they’ve told horror stories that soon became myths, a myth that I am now in this industry.
For me though, Colt.. For me, its just gonna be another day at the office where another asshole thinks hes somebody comes and try to test me.. Monday night for you will be the greatest night of your professional career, the day that you LOST to Odin Balfore an you joined soo many other “ great “ names. Today in this tranquil hillside you are Colt Forte, wrestling veteran, member of some bullshit, run of the mill group that’s been forgotten by time an industry ..
.. But Monday you’ll be number six - eight - three. The greatest night of your life when you became more then what you could have ever hoped and dreamed to be. You’ll join a prestigious lot of wrestlers, something that you can tack onto your resume that
“ yes, yes I was number six - eight - three “
and you’ll wear that like a badge of honor because losing to me doesn’t make you bad, it just makes you like everyone else. So as your boasting about the greatest moment of your life when you joined the names less and faceless foes that had once lied on this hillside, I’ll be going about my life like nothing ever happened because for me it’ll juts be another Monday night.
* Odin turns an starts to walk away for a moment before addressing the camera with his back turned. *
Odin: Monday night, the wars coming weather you want it too or not, to bad you won’t be the one to survive it. So I have spoken, so it shall come to pass..
* The camera pans back to the field to see the faded visons of all those slain on that hill side many years ago, knowing that soon enough, Colt Forte will join them before it fades to ominious black. *
~~FINN
RP2
UWA Rush Hour
9/26
Singles match
Odin Balfore
vs.
Colt Forte
____________________________________
Scene One: “ Another Monday Night. “
* The scene opens up to a sunny hillside with long, lush untamed grasses that have grown freely with out any sort of intervention in thousands of years, on the other side of this hill, it was met with its mate who conversed and spoke of their love in the coming fall winds while basking in the penetrating sunlight as it passed in the sky over head. It’s tranquility spoke volumes and those volumes would last a life time but they hid a deeper and more terrible past, a secret past of what happened on their watch some many years ago.
Odin Balfore soon emerges at the top of one of the hills as the wind sleeps through his graying blonde hair. His dark boots are hidden in the grass, which nearly comes up to his keeps. Streaks of blue can bee seen sneaking through the tall blades of grass that ty to creep up further on his leg. Odin’s black leather jacket shields him from the breeze that frosts the two hills like cake. Taking a few steps along the top of the hill, Odin starts to speak. *
Odin: So where do we stand Colt? I would think it would be on either side of this hill, ready to do battle like the best of my ancestors. Yet perhaps you’re still in that little church back in the Granite State with your hands clasped in prayer. Either way Colt from a man whose just the other day was telling the world he wasn’t impressed about me, me? ME? The big M- E, Odin Balfore ?
* Odin hangs his head for a moment and shakes it in a disappointing and disapproving manner . *
Odin: Maybe you’re trying to get your little friend from “ Order of Chaos” Let me guess, he’s either six foot nothing but a crazy ‘ psycho” or he’s seven foot tall asshole who just likes to “ inflict pain. “ is that what we’re dealing with? You’re buddy that just likes to inflict pain and suffering because hes a disturbed individual who either saw his parents get murdered, murdered someone or grew up with a hard life? Just look around us right now Colt, just look around.
* The camera pans around the hillside then back to Odin. *
Odin: Right now, lifes pretty good. Things are pretty good between us but soon it won’t be come Monday and you can make all the little bullshit remarks you want about how it wont be cuz your groups coming and how no ones safe.. Let.. Let me beat you to the punch. Where as your groups been in jail or defunct for a eleven billion years just until recently. That’s right for twelve years your buddy spent time in prison, sitting, thinking.. So that makes him a hardcore baddass, right?
* Odin claps with sarcasm and mockery to the rumors regarding order of chaos. *
Odin: Real tough guy but I wana see him or you more importantly trying to step to me in the middle of that ring because I’m a tough motha fucka myself. A guy with my size and build, I know what I can do to the human body an let me tell you and trust me when I tell you that none of it is good. So come and step to me and break the tranquility of this field, of your UWA career and watch the violence unfold as the this hill transforms from what you want to be, to what I WILL make it be.
* The camera pans around the hill once again but slowly you can see the faded visions of dead, dying, and wounded men all laying on an bloody and war torn hill side. *
Odin: Soon Colt, all those preys will be for not. All this order of chaos nonsense will be for not, call me a skeptic but I’ll take your word for it when I see it but I can’t believe a man who just gave up on this company for a few weeks because it just suited you at that time because right now, whooping your ass and breaking your back is what’s suiting me at this very moment. You’re tranquil. Reflective peace will become the faded memory of your UWA career. What you thought was to be a shining moment and start to something amazing is nothing more then your best hopes an intentions.
Monday night, Monday night will be different from that. Monday night will be the true unraveling of your UWA career because your new UWA career will be marked with the MARK of Odin Balfore. It’ll be a power bomb to be heard around the world and remember for the rest of your life because it’s the day that you realize that you aren’t quite what you believe yourself to be. You need to remember an don’t worry because on Monday, I’ll remind you that you’re like all the causalities that fell on this hillside many years ago like when my ancestors slain them.
You’re a number Colt, just a stat static that will be thrown into the shuffle with everyone else I defeated. I won’t be preaching about this day, the day I defeated Colt Forte because your nothing. Beating Colt Forte isn’t my crowning achievement, just like slaying one of many that opposed my ancestors.. They weren’t any names. If you could ask one of them, how many opponents they slain.. They won’t give you names, just a number. Just like you.. Just a number.
For you Colt, Monday will be the greatest day in your life. The day that Odin Balfore graced the same ring as you with his presence and you stood toe to toe with him like so many before you and just like so many before you- you fell. You feel with the likes of greatness, supposed greatness and jobbers that have come before you. To the opponents of my ancestors, they’ve told horror stories that soon became myths, a myth that I am now in this industry.
For me though, Colt.. For me, its just gonna be another day at the office where another asshole thinks hes somebody comes and try to test me.. Monday night for you will be the greatest night of your professional career, the day that you LOST to Odin Balfore an you joined soo many other “ great “ names. Today in this tranquil hillside you are Colt Forte, wrestling veteran, member of some bullshit, run of the mill group that’s been forgotten by time an industry ..
.. But Monday you’ll be number six - eight - three. The greatest night of your life when you became more then what you could have ever hoped and dreamed to be. You’ll join a prestigious lot of wrestlers, something that you can tack onto your resume that
“ yes, yes I was number six - eight - three “
and you’ll wear that like a badge of honor because losing to me doesn’t make you bad, it just makes you like everyone else. So as your boasting about the greatest moment of your life when you joined the names less and faceless foes that had once lied on this hillside, I’ll be going about my life like nothing ever happened because for me it’ll juts be another Monday night.
* Odin turns an starts to walk away for a moment before addressing the camera with his back turned. *
Odin: Monday night, the wars coming weather you want it too or not, to bad you won’t be the one to survive it. So I have spoken, so it shall come to pass..
* The camera pans back to the field to see the faded visons of all those slain on that hill side many years ago, knowing that soon enough, Colt Forte will join them before it fades to ominious black. *
~~FINN
