Post by Odin Balfore on Aug 6, 2022 22:43:28 GMT -5
Knife in the Back. Part II
Holden Ross, has to face his demonic overlord with a whimper and whine. There aint no distraction or excuses when you rep that kind of pathetic clout. What I want to know, you punk bitch is, where the fuck was your unholier than thou, butt buddy when you needed him – when the All-Father was slapping you from pillar to post. I want you to know something – since you wanna be hardcore. You make deals with the devils but it’s the devils who need to deal with me. Your boy, he knows my name. So, don’t you worry about a thing because when you told him that you were wrestling me, he threw his hands up and walked away. You mentioned something shallow and fucking goofy like, stuffing me like a thanksgiving turkey. My bruddah in Christ, you keep wearing those fuckin’ clown shoes long enough, you might actually one day sell some tickets for your act.
However, last week just aint your week.
Just change your name to *click* Eelay, because you’re a fuckin meme at this point.
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Miller Highlife, the Champagne of malt bevah-raches. The fizzy prince of the carbonated clans. Hey, Best Friend, have a highlife. You fuckin’ deserve it.
Odin and Cashe toast a beer while sitting in the locker room after Odin’s match. The CBS World tele-communications Championship now available in SAP sits between them. It tastes like someone soaked a lemon in vodka next to a bottle of Coors but that cheap shit hit all sorts of different. Again, it’s the ‘old school’ mentality that these friends shared.
“You’re getting slower. I didn’t think that was possible.” Says Cashe with a laugh and a flick of the wrist that darts to Odin’s shoulder. “But those body shots-“ Cashe mimes a few body blows. “You really lay into them now.”
Odin takes a sip of beer and lays back against the wall. “I cross the ring in like four steps, how fast do you want me to move and yes, I lay those shots in. This ain’t a backyard trampoline. Too many fans signing up with three grand want to be overnight sensations without the work. You gotta earn that shit somewhere along the line.”
“No fuckin’ doubt that we earned that shit back in the day, homie.” Cashe takes another sip of beer before putting it on the floor and stands up with a stretching twist of his back. “Ight, I gotta go bleed the gold from the dragon. Mellow the yellow.” He walks off with another comment: “And don’t drink my beer.”
“I’mma drink it then I’mma piss in the bottle and you won’t even taste the frothy difference,” Odin replies.
“How cold is your piss, dude?” Asks Cashe from the bathroom.
“Depends. How warm is your beer?”
Odin has a good laugh but settles down quickly as his eye catches the CB Tele-communicado Cinturon de oro. His vision narrows. The tunnel goes black. His ears block out all noise until there’s a loud buzzing hum and the beating of his own heart.
EXTASIS DE ORO.
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It must be tough, for the both of you. A mentally exhausting feat for you both to figure out how and why I’m still in your lives. It’s only fitting considering how I had a hand in making the both of you. The both of you lost and lovely creatures.
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them.
Interesting and yet, not worth a passing thought.
Jolee, a twin to my immortally aging heart. Pickled by the brines of many whiskey sours and malted bever-reggi. A quagmire nested in a swamp of enigmatic riddles. Most of which revolve around the word:
WHY.
Why are we still here? Why do we still do this? Why do this to our respective families. You; more so than I.
You must see a lot of yourself in Addy A, the current Baddest Bitch two years running and once again former tag team champion. You need to tell her that there’ll come a day when that clock ticks and that ring aint no crib fit for no baby.
For you, Jolee, that time came and went and you dealt with it. You can give Addy those words of wisdom that you should have heeded. Honestly- should still heed. I know, I know, that life aint for Addy. She’s the Bad Bitch and will ‘put my ass out to pasture.’
Lets just stop the bullshit.
We’ve all been saying that for a long time. Myself, much longer than either of you. We’re here at Clash for a number one contender shot at the TV Championship.
Mi Idolo Maldito.
Does that mean I hurt you: yes.
Does it mean that I rip from you every live choice that you have ever made: yes
Regret is a harrowing yet comforting partner. A risk we are willing to take, and careers are in fact a risky business.
We do it, because we are more alike than you’re willing to admit.
We three, are whores. Whores for FAME. GLORY. ORO.
a career that has taken me on adventures that you could only dream of or see in a Marvel Movie. It’s an Ecstasy of Gold that I’m willing to endanger myself for. That, given the chance, I’ll endanger you for. I do not mean to say, I’ll endanger you for the homes that you go back to. I mean to say, I’ll endanger yourself for the person that you have to face in the mirror. When you can’t help but see me looking back at you and you looking back at this night – hoping it’s all just a dream.
I want you to notice when I’m not around. When that phantom pain creeps up on you and you remember a Ragnarok gone wrong. When you were square betwixt an Unwanted Legend, his Cursed Idol and these violent hands.
This may just be Clash but for me – this is everything. I’m the career when the road isnt kind.
I’m sorry. I wish there was another way. Alas, some tragedies cannot be avoided.
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We see Odin dressed in his gear and sitting on a steel folding chair, in a dark room. A dim light shines over his left shoulder. His hands wring and bend as his triceps ripple from the pressure.
“ I often think to myself: If I can go back and do it all over again- would I? Would I stay a man in a world full of killers or would I jump, a man in a ring of pretenders? There is something could I do differently, yet I know these violent hands would not allow it. The pride. No never stop. To keep pushing forward. My heaven is filled with glory, honor and swords. My hell is wisdom and vengeance. Jolee. Addy A. Ladies. This week, these hands will show you the wisdom bestowed upon me by a career of suffering.
May they be more merciful to you than they have to me.
Pray if you have to.
Beg if you must- “
Odin wrings his hands again.
“But know that wisdom and suffering are unavoidable truths.”
Holden Ross, has to face his demonic overlord with a whimper and whine. There aint no distraction or excuses when you rep that kind of pathetic clout. What I want to know, you punk bitch is, where the fuck was your unholier than thou, butt buddy when you needed him – when the All-Father was slapping you from pillar to post. I want you to know something – since you wanna be hardcore. You make deals with the devils but it’s the devils who need to deal with me. Your boy, he knows my name. So, don’t you worry about a thing because when you told him that you were wrestling me, he threw his hands up and walked away. You mentioned something shallow and fucking goofy like, stuffing me like a thanksgiving turkey. My bruddah in Christ, you keep wearing those fuckin’ clown shoes long enough, you might actually one day sell some tickets for your act.
However, last week just aint your week.
Just change your name to *click* Eelay, because you’re a fuckin meme at this point.
========
Miller Highlife, the Champagne of malt bevah-raches. The fizzy prince of the carbonated clans. Hey, Best Friend, have a highlife. You fuckin’ deserve it.
Odin and Cashe toast a beer while sitting in the locker room after Odin’s match. The CBS World tele-communications Championship now available in SAP sits between them. It tastes like someone soaked a lemon in vodka next to a bottle of Coors but that cheap shit hit all sorts of different. Again, it’s the ‘old school’ mentality that these friends shared.
“You’re getting slower. I didn’t think that was possible.” Says Cashe with a laugh and a flick of the wrist that darts to Odin’s shoulder. “But those body shots-“ Cashe mimes a few body blows. “You really lay into them now.”
Odin takes a sip of beer and lays back against the wall. “I cross the ring in like four steps, how fast do you want me to move and yes, I lay those shots in. This ain’t a backyard trampoline. Too many fans signing up with three grand want to be overnight sensations without the work. You gotta earn that shit somewhere along the line.”
“No fuckin’ doubt that we earned that shit back in the day, homie.” Cashe takes another sip of beer before putting it on the floor and stands up with a stretching twist of his back. “Ight, I gotta go bleed the gold from the dragon. Mellow the yellow.” He walks off with another comment: “And don’t drink my beer.”
“I’mma drink it then I’mma piss in the bottle and you won’t even taste the frothy difference,” Odin replies.
“How cold is your piss, dude?” Asks Cashe from the bathroom.
“Depends. How warm is your beer?”
Odin has a good laugh but settles down quickly as his eye catches the CB Tele-communicado Cinturon de oro. His vision narrows. The tunnel goes black. His ears block out all noise until there’s a loud buzzing hum and the beating of his own heart.
EXTASIS DE ORO.
========
It must be tough, for the both of you. A mentally exhausting feat for you both to figure out how and why I’m still in your lives. It’s only fitting considering how I had a hand in making the both of you. The both of you lost and lovely creatures.
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them.
Interesting and yet, not worth a passing thought.
Jolee, a twin to my immortally aging heart. Pickled by the brines of many whiskey sours and malted bever-reggi. A quagmire nested in a swamp of enigmatic riddles. Most of which revolve around the word:
WHY.
Why are we still here? Why do we still do this? Why do this to our respective families. You; more so than I.
You must see a lot of yourself in Addy A, the current Baddest Bitch two years running and once again former tag team champion. You need to tell her that there’ll come a day when that clock ticks and that ring aint no crib fit for no baby.
For you, Jolee, that time came and went and you dealt with it. You can give Addy those words of wisdom that you should have heeded. Honestly- should still heed. I know, I know, that life aint for Addy. She’s the Bad Bitch and will ‘put my ass out to pasture.’
Lets just stop the bullshit.
We’ve all been saying that for a long time. Myself, much longer than either of you. We’re here at Clash for a number one contender shot at the TV Championship.
Mi Idolo Maldito.
Does that mean I hurt you: yes.
Does it mean that I rip from you every live choice that you have ever made: yes
Regret is a harrowing yet comforting partner. A risk we are willing to take, and careers are in fact a risky business.
We do it, because we are more alike than you’re willing to admit.
We three, are whores. Whores for FAME. GLORY. ORO.
a career that has taken me on adventures that you could only dream of or see in a Marvel Movie. It’s an Ecstasy of Gold that I’m willing to endanger myself for. That, given the chance, I’ll endanger you for. I do not mean to say, I’ll endanger you for the homes that you go back to. I mean to say, I’ll endanger yourself for the person that you have to face in the mirror. When you can’t help but see me looking back at you and you looking back at this night – hoping it’s all just a dream.
I want you to notice when I’m not around. When that phantom pain creeps up on you and you remember a Ragnarok gone wrong. When you were square betwixt an Unwanted Legend, his Cursed Idol and these violent hands.
This may just be Clash but for me – this is everything. I’m the career when the road isnt kind.
I’m sorry. I wish there was another way. Alas, some tragedies cannot be avoided.
========
We see Odin dressed in his gear and sitting on a steel folding chair, in a dark room. A dim light shines over his left shoulder. His hands wring and bend as his triceps ripple from the pressure.
“ I often think to myself: If I can go back and do it all over again- would I? Would I stay a man in a world full of killers or would I jump, a man in a ring of pretenders? There is something could I do differently, yet I know these violent hands would not allow it. The pride. No never stop. To keep pushing forward. My heaven is filled with glory, honor and swords. My hell is wisdom and vengeance. Jolee. Addy A. Ladies. This week, these hands will show you the wisdom bestowed upon me by a career of suffering.
May they be more merciful to you than they have to me.
Pray if you have to.
Beg if you must- “
Odin wrings his hands again.
“But know that wisdom and suffering are unavoidable truths.”
