Post by Odin Balfore on Dec 3, 2022 22:01:59 GMT -5
In this week's sweet-edge-dition, the Beamer of Death takes a new form; a 2022 S-Class. All Black. A Christmas present from Adele. She means well, even if she isnt fully THICK with it. However, that's part of her charm. A pure innocence that the THICK needs to clobber and yet, sees the value. Odin was driving them around Paris while Adele looked at her, trying to politely insert herself into Odin's life.
“Action Wrestling has some new signings.” She says, occasionally looking over to gauge Odin's response.
“Yah, I saw, the Mark boys, or something.” Says Odin, keeping his eyes on the road.
“Yes but like, Jolee resigns and Shane Borderland just joined up too.” She looks over to see Odin grunt in amusement.
“Fuckin’ Shane Borderland.”
“I’m clickin through his bio and it says he was in Dangertainment in WCF with Jason Kash. Is that the same Jason Kash that you were friends with or is like, Kash a common name like Black in wrestling? Weren't you in WCF at this time?”
“I was IN DangerTainment at the same time. The same. Exact. Time. Yes, Kash and Black are stupidly common names in wrestling, and yes, it's the same Kash. ”
“Well that's good then because the card says that you guys are tag teaming this week.”
“You’re fucking with me, right?” Asks Odin.
“No. It’s right here on the card. See.” Adele shows Odin his phone. “What happened I thought you guys were friends?”
“I was the bodyguard-”
“Well that figures.”
“You know how like, you have two circles of friends and when they co-exist they don't get along. That was us. We never clicked. We fought a lot. Had a lot of banger matches. Dude is a talent, I’ll give him that much but we werent the amigos. Then again, that was a long time ago. We’re.. Different people now.”
“How so.”
“I’m The mother fuggin All-Father, Elder-statesman of Action Wrestling, and he’s still Shane Borderland. Hopefully, over the years thats come with more hardware and real estate.”
Adele starts to playfully mock Odin. “Oh, so serious. Are you going to wax me something poetic mister Elder-stateman?”
“Oh sweet summer child, you have yet to know the famine. You are not THICK with it.”
“What if I want to be THICK with it?”
“If that's what was interesting I’d be with-” The All-Father catches himself. “ -Nevermind. An old life. Old motives. All that be behind us. You came back.”
“I wanted you in my life and I think you did too.”
Again Adele spoke something from the heart and all Odin could hear was Torture.
[ Get Good. Or get Lost ]
And again all he could say in response was “ Yah, something like that.”
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“ John Black, why is it always you who’s meant to hit the cosmic reset; every couple of months you get dealt the same unfortunate hand to be my tune-up match. You and Scala, are you boys ready for this. You think the Badboy of wrazlin came to AW to lose to you sidewalk two chump stains; you’re fuckin dreamin. I’m here to tell you right now that whatever beef he and I had - we had it. Badboy, you hearin this, consider that shit qwashed. You made it back home, Badboy. Home, Home. Where you were always meant to be in the biggest promotion on this Earth. You prolly be like: ‘ Jay Bones told me bout this place.’
Listen Son, Jay Bones tells a lot of people a lot of things. He gucci like that but you’re here now and at least you’re in the ring with familiar frameworks. You know what chu gone get out of the Elder-stateman. The only question I got for you Badboy, is, do I get the same in return from you.
Like we ain't had the knock-out drag outs. Like we ain't War over straps. Get that shit in here. I want that guy. Bring that guy to the ring and I’ll tell you what chu get from me. Let all with ears hear that good shit.
The Elder-stateman, going back to the beginning. Bring that world tour, round trip all the way around the sun and back again. Years in the making. Years in the yearning. The clamoring massing, clamoring at the bit and THICK of it to get the All-Father that they used to dream about. The one that they wanted to sit and drink with. Pick his brain with.
That shit coming.
You didn't know him, Badboy. You know Maverick. You knew world championship straps on my back like a sea turtle that carried an island for a shell.
John Black over here sweatin the drip. That lean comin out of every skin socket cuz he knows that when this shit goes down, he’s just a prelude to the pre-turnity. Homeboy knows that his fate is sealed. He aint a blessed black man in Action Wrestling. Nah son, he’s just a black man in wrestling and that makes him shark bait.
Joey Scala comin up and turning his goofy ass sideways cuz he don't want to be involved in none of this. Creepin out the back to his rental to catch the 9.99 skin flick on the hotel cable bill. This is just a pre-lude to that premature ejaculation session that's hes going to have to face himself within the morning. Sheets aint even sticky cuz homeboy he shootin blanks.
It's the End of the year, boys. Maybe you’ll have better luck in 2023 and the Elder-stateman is in a different division terrorizin other useless and mookish folks. The question you gotta ask, is, which one of you is gone tah make it out of here with your pride intact. Unless, of course, that's all been flushed down the toilet to the pits of Mara Lago.
We’ll find out.
Get Good or Get Lost."
