Post by Odin Balfore on Sept 10, 2022 15:17:43 GMT -5
Knife in The Back Part VI
The summer home of Jason Cashe. Key West, FL.
We sit inside, a POV from the couch to the front door. A looming presence near by. We hear the jingling of keys. The creaking of a door. The gasp. The panic. The dropped shopping bags. Josslynn Spencer froze with her hand over her mouth.
“I-I-I have mah-mah-mace and I’ll call the cops!” She manages from the pit of her stomach.
“Joslynn,” Says Odin’s in a cool tone. “About time you showed up. I figured you’d be half way to France by now for Monday Night Madness.”
Josslynn slowly closes the door behind her.
“Who are you?” She asks.
“Where’s Cashe, Joss; where’s he hiding?”
“If you know I’m going to France, then you know he’s in Hawaii.”
Odin stands up from the couch.
“Oh, I know, Joss. I just wanted to make sure that you wern’t lying.”
“So why aren’t you half way to Hawaii by now. Why are you here bothering me.”
“As you know, I’ve been a bit harsh towards Jason. Our friendship soured -”
“so, you’re Odin. Jason told me about you. You put him through a table. You put him in the hospital.”
“UN-Regrettable actions that I regret, do be sure. I wanted to tell him that I forgive him for the knife in my back.”
“So why arnt you in Hawaii telling him that yourself?”
“I wanted to leave him a present. I wanted to make sure he got it. You know, a kind hearted gesture. Of friendship.”
“You’re giving back the CBS Championship, MAVERICK.”
“Ooof, deep callback with the Maverick reference."
Odin walks over to Josslynn and handing her a small white gift box.
"What is it?" She asks, hesitantly.
"Open it." Odin Insists. Josslynn opens the box and finds a small necklace.
"Jewelry. Is this a joke?"
"No Joss, its piano wire. I want him to know that even when the bell rings, it's not over. We didn't choose our beginnings, but he chose this ending."
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“John, I dunno how many slam dunks I can personally feed you. John the Revelator. John the Baptist. John, He who saw Him. John, He who Knows. Yet here you are, still plugin away at these streets. John Black still talkin start with soft lips and softer hands. You still struggle against people even remotely in your league cuz you’re worried about a false image, even though you claimed you stopped; we both know that you never did. You were right though, when you said you are just here to put people over. After what I tried to give you when I made you a main player for the Cursed Idol, you like Cashe, spit in my face for all that I gave you. You did nothing with it and that was always your way.
You should go back to the streets, John. Maybe you can finally turn that whore into a housewife. Maybe get a job as a cable technician. Devent hours. Benefits. Get you a guarantee. You need that, John. You need the safety net. Making your own opportunities, just isnt for you. You don’t want to put the time or the work in. You honestly just thought that you could shoot some hood rat gimmick and that’ll make you a star. You fucking clown. You should get on that plane with Kano and get you a front row seat first class to Japan. You might have better luck there.
You’re a passive and soft bitch and once again, you’ll fall to Ragnarok. It won’t be for my benefit, John, no; it’ll be for yours”
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Cashe, I want you to know that I’m coming for you. I’m not going to let you skate, hide or disappear into the fucking evanescent shadows of this business- even though that has seem to have been your home for the last decade. I finally realize that was the difference between us. You went where the talent pool was easy, shallow and with absurdly low standard. Back in the day, that was the bulk of it but since then – since we last departed you’ve been coasting on borrowed time on easy street. I have more than half a mind to go to XWF and burn that fucking place to ground. You don’t deserve the accolades in this industry because you’ve always been a leech and usurper. A fraud that routinely hid behind his ‘friends’ to prop up your own short comings. Last time you left me in WCF, I didn’t think twice about it – shit happens but this time it’s different. This time Ragnarok is coming for you. More importantly, I am coming for you. Not the Odin Balfore that these fucking fools think I am, not the one that you thought you knew but the one that I am. The one that buries companies. That’s gonna be a nightmare for you; seeing me pop up in a bowl of rice on Anarchy and beat you down a second and third time.
This CBS Champion is crossing oceans not just for you but rather, in spite of you. Just another thing I have pick up that you dropped and make it better. No one in AW knows how to elevate championships – make shit matter and be the MAIN ATTRACTION. I just want you to know that it’s not your division anymore. Like Action Wrestling as a whole – it always has been and always will be MINE. I could do it without you, Cashe but instead I’m going to make an example of you. A Cursed Idol and a Cursed Friend. I’ll see you soon, Cashe.
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John, this is just another instant of you having to lay down and take it because it is infinitely easier than you having to fucking try. God forbid you actually try. I’ve been keeping up with your promos as of late and you fell off a fucking cliff. At least at one point you had some teeth on you but now you’re just a toothless motherfucker wandering around beggin for change.
You beg for change but you don’t bring it about.
You accept defeat but you don’t spit in its face. You are complicate in your own failures. You want to win, sure yet you already relegated yourself to fact that you’ve lost. Don’t go cryin about Ash Blake and don’t go crying to me because we fought enough to know that I’m about to slap the shit out of you.
You used to do all that shit talkin about them streets. You talked about how hard you were and when it came down to it, I’m over here folding you like a goddamn Looney Toon. You and Kano talking about the streets as if you know those damn streets but all you know is the sauce man and draggin ya feet. Would you too, like to tell me about an errant assault charge from your trouble youth. I’m a contract killah and this CBS Championship is a license to kill and print money and boy, I’m damn good at doing both. Maybe by now, you’d figure you’re place in the pecking order but me – I’ve always been on top. This is just another sad tale of John Black, falling victim. Haven’t you figured out in a world where there are a lot of “black” named wrestlers – your life never mattered. What’s your excuse gonna be this time – go put me ‘over’ -Bah, what the fuck can you possibly do now to put me over other than lay the fuck down so I don’t do to you like I did to Cashe. Maybe you can bribe World Champion contender, Kano, to come out here and save your ass. He won’t though. Fucking idiot probably thinks this belt beneath him. He’s gonna far with his, transition champion pedigree in this company. Prolly stings to see it from the other side or have you not realized that yet.
I don’t pity you. You had multiple opportunities in the past six months to make something of yourself and yet all you do is self-sabotage yourself. If you or anyone else wants to say there are better champions than me, then you’re simply lying to yourself. This CBS Championship will be mine for the foreseeable future until Cashe gets all butt hurt in XWF and comes crawling back here. Back to this CBS title and back to me. You’re nothing but a place holder for him. In truth, that’s all that you ever were; a fucking place holder. A lonely man eating by himself with a slotted spoon and missing the goddamn point. Even now you miss the goddamn point.
I’m sorry, John. Not for the sorry piece of shit that you are now but for the you that you though you could be. You fucking failed yourself then and you’ll fail yourself now. Monday night, it’ll be the same old song and dance between us; You tasting Ragnarok for the umpteenth time and me walking away with the strap on my shoulder. This is about Valhalla. Respect and this CBS Championship. That’s what I fight for, John. That’s who I am. You on the other hand, you’re just another guy in that fabled midcard hell. My Hell, John. My Hell comes with Vengence and Wisdom and Monday night, I’m going to make you very wise.
Ready or Not, here I come.
