Debut RP
The Perfect Alliance

" twisting fate "



“ No matter how long I’m gone or how far I travel its as if I never left - because it will never leave me. “

- TME

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Scene one - “ charred glory “
- Narrative






** Dawn crests over the Horizon over looking the Texas plains; expelling shadows and doubt from mother nature and all of her children. Rays of Warm, crisp sun light filter into The bed room of Odin Balfore, Slowly stirring with the pour of a gentle breeze stroking his cheeks as it makes its way through out his room. His eyes flutter then finally open like a rusty drawn gate. Groaning with the knowledge that today won’t be any different from any other day since he retired from wrestling- then again no one truly retires, they just fade into obscurity. Odin was different though; despite the wars and the love- hate relationship that the two have it can never really quit him- just as much as he can’t quit. Walking away can be a double edge sword; last time was easy because all that he knew and loved was all but ripped away like an abortion. Everything that he had done for the business was a twisted bastard child of its former self and despite his best effort it was clear that it didn’t want his skills anymore.

Now everyday lacks some sort of intangible meaning; his pride was there but it was hollowed. Rolling over, tossing the sheets from his body Odin stands up giving the world its sweet satisfaction and revenge; it finally saw the down fall of The Maverick Elite, of The Big Main Event. Every time Odin counted ku on the world it sat with disgust; waiting for its chance at vengeance but every time it felt cheapened and sour. Today was different though because Today it finally beat him. With nothing but his boxers on the man formerly from Minnesota who was accustom to cold temperatures felt the chill of defeat run down his spine; even in the dry Texas air. Every day was the same, survive. Every night was the same, torment- torment from the past and that his accomplishments as grand as they are were sucked away in an instant by some unknown blackhole.

Odins glories now only resided behind his eye lids, every time he closed them he could see various matches playing simultaneously in his head and then just as quick as they started, they ended. Even his triumphs were baited by fate. With hard lumbering steps Odin methodically made his way over to his balcony that over looked the property he inherited from his former manager; looking out to the horizon it stung his eyes; so much so that it charred his glories; seared them right out of his head. He had been too transfixed on what he did that during his last run he had forgotten what he came to do. He did indeed taste a good amount of success; doing what many thought a man of his age and physical demenor couldn’t do but he made people fear him; he intimidated them just like he did when he was in his prime. Funny thing about that this self proclaimed king of the mountian realized is that : hills do go back up and that you don’t know that you can’t climb it unless you do it and Odin wasn’t one to let things pass him by.

For some reason, if for no reason at all this sunrise was diffrence. Not particularly more or less breathtaking then any others before it but it seemed to rejuvenate him in his beaten down state. Odin sniffed that the air , taking his deep breaths with his large Nordic lungs and thought to himself that maybe fate needed to be reminded that his will IS law. **




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Scene Two - Familiar voices.


“ Yea Beezy, we gotta. Because do you really wana go out the way we did ? Me either. We gotta find some where new and work our way up, build that place up and cement it into the halls of pro wrestling. Yes, I know who we are, or well who we were. That’s just it Santi.. that’s who we were. The CWC was a year ago, The PWO is dead and gone and what else do we have to show for ourselves? Your damn right we can’t live on past glories so lets go make some new ones. No, lets go cook marshmallows… of coarse I wana get back to the big dance. Right, good. I’ll catch the next plane to Staten and we can work on a game plan. Alright; I’ll see you in a few hours hopefully.. Alright. Later.

* click *


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Scene Three - home sweet home
- Staten Island, New York
- Santiago’s home





** It’s now late in the evening as a cab pulls up a nice looking home on Staten island, New York. The squeek of the brakes echo through out the property as Odin steps out of the Cab in a dark blue suit. He walks over to the trunk as the driver pops it open from the inside. Odin grabs his suit case and places it on the ground before going to tip the driver. Odin steps away as the driver creeps forward to go back to his rounds as a voice can be heard from across the lawn. **

“ nice to see you still got that suit.”

“ Yea, and I still got that flower tie too. “ Odin Responds.

“ well whered you get it? I burned the last one.”

“ I ordered more”

“ From where?”

“ Can’t tell you. “

“ why not ?”

“ Cause I know you Santi; you’ll be in jail for burning down a tie company and only you would go to jail for something like that. “

Santiago- it’s good to see you again; its been a while.

Odin - close to a year.

Santiago - get in the house and we can talk about it a bit more.

** Odin picks up his suit case and walks across the lawn towards the house. Santi pats him on the shoulder when he reaches the door way and shows him inside. **

Santiago- so what made you want to get back into things?

Odin - the way we left, how I felt. It can’t end like that. Not TPA. We don’t go with out a fight and you know that I mean our fight on our terms.

Santiago - true, we did get railroaded out of the buissness.

Odin- Now’s our chance to make it all as it should be. We laid low for a few months, close to a year. It’s time we did what we’re good at again.

Santiago - I’ll follow you were ever you deem suitable to work but lets just do it in the morning. I’ve had a hard day so if you need anything have Stanley get it for you and I hope to god I don’t need to draw you a map to your room again.

Odin - I think I got it down this time.

Santiago - good and maybe we can sort out the matter of my mail. I havent been getting it recently.

Odin - about that..

Santiago - you know that mail tampering is a federal offense, much like ohh-- I don’t know.. Tax evasion!

** Odin takes it on the chin, or a knife in the heart. **

Odin - that’s low but its only a crime if you get caught.

Santiago - but your admit-- --

** Odin cuts him off. **

Odin - IF you -- get caught.

Santiago - what did you do with my mail ?

Odin - forwarded your address to fort suma.

** Santiago speaks with subtle anger in his voice. **

Santiago- and why does Gilligan need my mail ?

Odin - he needed the company. He needed to make a nest.. You know.. Raccoon stuff.

Santiago - he runs a brothel out of a tool shed !!! What raccoon stuff ?!

** Santiago gets overly frustrated. **

-- I can’t deal with this. You havent been here all of ten mintues and I already want to strangle you.. I’m going to bed.

** Santiago storms off into the other rooms, you can hear his foot steps banging up the stairs as he goes to his room. **

Odin - hey beezy, its good to be back!

** his words fall on deaf ears to his dismay but he gathers himself back up and makes his way into the other room much like Santiago and up the stair to find his old room in the west wing of the house. **



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Scene Four - UWF
- Staten Island, New York
- Santiago’s home.


** The Perfect Alliance are in Santiago back yard standing out side Santiago tool shed which is also the head quarters for the internationally acclaimed “ Fort Suma”. Santiago cracks open the door as a huge pile of letters spill out all over the lawn.**

Santiago - christ Mav!

Maverick - at least the house is paid off so you don’t gotta worry about that.

Santiago - look at all this crap!

** Santiago sifts through the mess and sees various bills, letters and contracts from feds that have long since been shut down. **

Santiago- what is all this stuff ? I got all this mail? Look, cfwc, iwfl, geez man.. This stuff is endless.

Odin - what about this one ? The UWF?

** Odin opens the letter **



“ To Mr. Michael Santiago and Mr. Odin Balfore. Through various scouts and agencies we have taken the liberty to send you this form. Enclosed is a contract to the universal wrestling federation; soon to be one of the biggest companies in pro wrestling. Your reputations may proceed you but that will not escape our expections. May fortune smile about you and shine too apon us if you wish to accept our offer.

Sincerely - the offices of Glenn Legend. “


** The alliance look at each other and in unison mouth “ Legend” the names an old throw back to an old friend of coarse not the same man but nostalgia kicked in. **

Odin - what do you think ?

Santiago - I think that a jobs a job and we gotta start somewhere and this probably is the only place in this entire pile that’s still active.

Odin - so your in ?

Santiago - most likely but I gotta do some soul searching of my own but if we do go there then it’s gonna be like it always is.. Our will is law..

Odin - I don’t intend to pussy foot around, not this time. Full gear or no gear.

Santiago- then lets do it. Just do me a favor and have Stanly sign my name. I gotta clear my head with all this mail on my yard and this contract looming. Getting back into the ring is going to be a task in an of its self.

Odin - but will you be ready to go the way we used to ?

Santiago - I never stopped Beezy.. There’s just something that I gotta do for myself. So I’ll be back later man.. Remember.. Have Stanley sign my name.

** Santiago walks off leaving Odin there with the contracts as the scene fades. **


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Scene Five- “ streets that talk “
New York, New York
The boardwalk
- A Narrative


“ The life of Michael Santiago was just as hard as Odins both personally and professionally. Tragedy struck him in ways that it couldn’t strike Odin but they both reeled for the other. Brought together nearly three years ago they’ve been one in the same. Becoming one of the tag teams in wrestling history they’ve fought for it all an against all odds, They’ve built up a rivalry through out the years that make them constantly one up the other, always striving win what ever personal war they’re trying to crush.

Walking on the board walk is always how Santiago tried to clear his head; it was his way to escape even in plain sight it was his hide away. They left the wrestling world on such uncertain terms and the ground was quaking as they wept, the sky even wept to find out such news. Now faced with the chance to come back and perhaps make things right again the Alliance can’t pass it up. What ever uncertainly tugged at Santiago’s bones it didn’t matter. The Salt air didn’t charr out his glories, it only preserved them. It held them in the grip of time that couldn’t be pushed aside for fear or for fates twisted passion.

It had become clear again to Santiago as he walked along the board walk in the afternoon sun that he realized that he could do it all over again and no politicking was going to get in his way. They once inspired people to crawl out of the wood work, causing a resurgence in tag team wrestling.. Why they would be doing a disserve not to take up such opportunities.. And who are they to disappoint ? The Perfect Alliance he decided will be going to the universal wrestling federation and they will do what they do best.. So they have spoken.. So it shall.. Come to.. Pass.. “




--- FINN