Post by Odin Balfore on Mar 23, 2022 22:30:44 GMT -5
In a siagon sweatshop in East LA, under the floorboards and leaky pipes of Mr. Kims Fold, Wash, and Chow Mein – Odin sat in a luxurious spa chair in a fine black suit while five women each with an appendage worked their “boku” magic. If a man were to be the King of Siam, this was the spot. He looked out past the haze and into the darkness where the only language was spoken was love and nodded to himself as he began to speak to us directly.
“Funny how love and violence overlap. Funny how you fucking lied to me, Paulseph. You wanted to fight Odin Balfore and break all them little fingers. Break him and turn him into a boy. Well, where the fuck have you been because the Pedo-angle was like two months ago. If’n I had known, I would have called up Steven B for your unique expertise on the subject because after last week, fuckin fo’ sho’ wrestling aint it. So, what is it Pauly Strong, you wanna wrestle me to a nine-count again, or do you wanna expound upon your latent homo-erotic tendencies with me because Last week I thought I was fighting a guy who at least had one of those two figured out. Ohh-hoo-hoo, but there I go again, givin fuck bois and boy fuckers too much credit for a gimmick that aint un’dahstand.
Just like you and everyone else aint got this one figured out. Although, this aint a gimmick. This is just reality and reality is telling you straight up that you’re going to get rinsed at Clash. You better hope that the targets been acquired. You better hope some busted up nobody worth a damn is gonna screw Odin out of me-the Cursed Idol. My fuckin’ Gawd, cuz I will spend all summer bouncing your skull off the pavement with the most obnoxious and ridiculous puns, quips, jabs and roasts that I can think of and trust me, son, daddys got jokes and dicks for days and you, son, best believe that you gone take both – the long way and back’quids
Steven Bently gonna watch as you get your clock, cock, and colon cleaned from ball sack to brain stem and all that gar-bouge you got in-between. At this point he’s just lighting money on fire. Cuz what was it; he’s in the business of the business and business is good – or some shit. The fuckin right-click NFT wanna-be millionaire musta got his education and business savy from Gumroad because he’s stepin on rakes right and mother fuckin left over here. Manage, Nah, he’ll just watch as Odin Balfore and the Cursed Idol box Baby Huey around to teach him a lesson in dumb-fuckery. Also, Millionaire, really; that’s a snickers bar just a few miles north in San Fran. Numbers, how do they work; on the fuckin struggle bus with this one, pal.
So let me enlighten you, Steven; from Cursed Idol to Cursed – just fuckin’ cursed. Come to work, pick up your boy and take him back home to Omega Championship Wrestling because if I have to go over there, I’m going to take everyone's gold and fuck everyone's wife and it’ll do such ridiculous numbers, that you will beyond a shadow of doubt become a real-life Billionaire.
Oh and Paulseph, a Billion is at least four more than ten. I just want to make sure you understand the magnitude of whats happening. Because whats happening is, you’re just taking up airtime until the check clears for whoever has me in their sights.. We aint here to shy away from a challenge and sure ‘nuff aint gonna neither you or whoever thinks this mysterious shits gonna get them over. Gawd, tell me it’s Dune. My metaphorical dick would be raging hard. Alas, Pauly, baby, it aint Dune but this week it’s you. Once again in over your head. Once again trying to find the words to defeat the broken Psyche of the greatest bigman in all of pro-wrestling.
I mean, I’m at the point where I want to see what these people who been watchin’ Odin have a mental breakdown for the past four months and think:
‘Yah, I need me some of that.’
Some real King Nothing shit (LOL)
But I'll show why he's the best TV Champ in town
And if you notice, its the same shit. Either he’s old or a false god. It don’t feel false, do it, Pauly. When he’s punching you square in your face.”
The women finish as Odin gets to his feet and adjusts himself in his shoes and cuffs of his suit.
“Last week was a lesson in dumb-fickery. This week its in humility.
Moreover, this is the fight that you chose.
one of us chose fame and glory.
The other chose violence.
and if you be thinking that, both of them are you – well as I’ve been saying.
Those Parameters are acceptable.
Rest in Piss, fucboi.