Post by Odin Balfore on Oct 16, 2022 10:29:15 GMT -5
The Nappa Valley Wine Mixer.
* We follow Odin from over his shoulder as he walks from the bathroom, sniffing and snorting, scratching his nose and wrinkling his face while he rattles a bottle of pills in his pocket. Dion and his love for the drink ( lets face it, Odins too ) was on display as he knew common ground had to be met if Odin and Singh were going to co-exist or at the very least acknowledge that the other is even a factor in this Trios Cup. Dion and Singh were already sitting and enjoying various samples of wine as Odin's shadow comes into the frame behind Singh. *
Singh: Odin, I'd say it's good to see you, but you only look good in a black mirror.
Odin: Mirrors are green, just like your wrestling skills.
Singh: speaking of wrestling skills, what happened; Lissie Hope broke your fingers from all that hand-holding last week?
*Odin snorts in contempt as he sits down across from Singh and to Dion's right.*
Odin: how's your redemption arc?
Singh: it's going -
Odin: redeem these nuts, bitch
Dion: guys, you're both equally irredeemable and shit in the ring. And mirrors arnt green, they're opaque.
* Odin looks at dion like he's the dumbest bimbo on the block*
Odin: Dion, if you went to night school in the arctic, you couldn't be any dumber.
Dion: mirrors arnt green.
Singh: mirrors can't be green. Mirrors are silver. That's why vampires and werewolves don't like them.
Odin: and yet your whore of a mother waves up, every God damn day, to the bane of the universe, stands in front of it to get ready for another night of cock and balls. How much is she going for this week, ten, twenty-fifty?
*a crumbled Hamilton sweats a hole in Dions pocket as a 4 year old condom begs for friction break him. Rather than face that werewolf puss*
Dion: *laughs nervously* guys, come on. *heh* Singh's moms not worth fifty.
Singh: damn right.
Dion: cuz I only got a ten.
Odin: I heard she got a pussy like Cookie Monster with a broken jaw.
Doin: I’m sure his mother has a really nice puss cuz I want this ten bucks to mean something.
Singh: Dion, shut the fuck up.
* Singh swats at the air to swat away Dions bullshit. *
Odin: Yah, Dion. The world champions are talking.
Dion: I was world champion.
Odin: Bullshit. What year.
Dion: 2017.
Odin: What company?
* Dion looks confused with a face that says “what do you mean?” *
Dion: W-.. WCF.
* Odin leans across the table and puts his bandaged hand up to block Dions view as he talks to Singh *
Odin: I think he’s lying.
Dion: You were there, you dumb asshole.
Singh: It’s ok, D’, he’d riddled with all that CTE that I gave him.
Odin: And yet you’ve never beaten me.
Dion: Guys, enough. We have a Trios Cup to win and come together. Odin, enough with the cheap shots. Singh, stop confusing him.
Odin: Mirrors are still green.
Dion/Singh: No one fucking cares!
Dion: Enough, enough! King Shit and Cedrone. Lets focus. I’m the most experienced Tag Team champ that we have. But we have something that they dont have.
* Dion gestures to the wine. *
Dion: We drink and we know things. We are the most dangerous team in this tournament and no one even realizes it.
* Odin takes a glass, swirls it and then sips it. *
Odin: “ Spencer Adams, you fuckin Codfish, Nior. The old school emboddi,ent of everything mediocre and succeeding despite your bald faced shoirt comings. You looking up now, laughing in the face of the world that you fooled but boi, you aint foolin me. You come at me this week with the armies of CJ Pheonix and Johnny Cedrone. He and Elijah Martin battle over a ring top soup can the other week and he came up lickin the jagged edges. Bleedin from the mouth and needin the shots cuz he aint ever been in the living grittin, down N dirty. I dunno about you but Old dirty wouldn't want that lay-a-fuckin’-bility in the ring with me. Lay-a-fuckin-body on the ground right now, King Shit cuz you guys are a Rosery away from restin in the ground before this tournament even starts. Those aint fans screamin outside ya windows, them be widows, wailing and gnashing they teeth cuz they know that you bois aint comin back the same after you fight Old Dirty and them bois this week. Spence, you want a hall of fame career but in truth, son, you aint a hall of fame talent.
You wanted to fight the best and ol’ Dirty may not got these violent fuckin hands but he got them vicious elbows and they tell me tah do awful fuckin things to pretenders like you to the real legends of tag team wrestling like myself. You want WAR BALFORE. You want this legendary thing to come marching at you but that aint gone be what it be this week. Nah son, ya gonna get this suffocating plague that is ol’ Dirty and these vicious elbows as you watch Cedrone and Pheonix get absolutely waxed in front of you. Call it your Tony Montana origin story and die fucking mad about it when you’re the only one left on your team to pick up the bloody pieces that I leave behind.
Trust me.
Trust us. Cuz these elbows are vicious.
