Post by Odin Balfore on Dec 28, 2021 12:20:43 GMT -5
TV Championship Triple Threat
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MONDAY
St.cloud, Mn.
1:30 pm
"A new year, new changes, same old challenges. PEACE ON EARTH AND GOODWILL TOWARDS MEN."
Odin sits on a bench overlooking an icy pond. His breath was smoking and floating off into the breeze. Odin's gaze was still distant and lost; Focused with no particular direction, and the TV championship folded neatly next to him.
" I came back home, to a house that no longer stands. To visit family, deep in the grave and shallow in my heart."
Odin holds up his hands and looks at them intently, both front and back before setting them back down in his lap.
" I. Did. This." He says with a pronounced and soft realization. His eyes were blank with an unknown emotion.
BBZZZTTT
Odin's phone buzzes in his pocket, snapping him back. He takes it out and checks the notification.
[ Updated card: Tatiana Jollee, Kyrie King. TV. Championship ]
Upon seeing this, Odin curses involuntarily with a whisper.
"Why didn't you warn them, John- damn it."
Odin clasps and wrings his chapped, dry hands together, both in frustration and unbeknownst to him, secret anticipation, almost crushing his phone. He thinks for a moment, his hands, pawing at his mouth to wipe the cold away but also to almost pull the words from his mouth.
It takes some coaxing till finally, he speaks.
"...Many.. people…" Odin starts. His words are heavier than the air. "...Have been ruined because of money, brought face-to-face with disaster. Kyrie, TJ, when you dream, you must consider the nightmares, too. Do yourselves a favor and consider yourself where I am. Overlooking a pond, evaluating my life."
Odin's hands reach over and grasp a chilled and frosted TV championship. They put it in his lap without his as he continues.
"A cursed idol, perfect for the cursed hands of an unwanted man. I know that - you care little for me and concern, not for my circumstances - but you should. Just like John."
Odin looks down and whispers to the ground.
"Just. Like. John."
"These hands were not meant for John. They are not meant for you, yet fate is cruel and so are they."
His hands grip the edges of the belt tighter, strumming the tips along in a protective fashion.
"John witnessed what the forge of suffering does to me. That de-evolution is dangerous and unpredictable. For two years I've subjected myself to it. For pain. For my family. For revenge. For this. In a way, he baptized me."
His hands flattened and pressed themselves against the faceplate.
"I didn't need this championship. It was not my goal, it did not fix the imperfections in my soul. It just enhanced, and yet- by cruel fate, it found me.."
He whispers. "We found each other."
Odin looks at it and sees a distorted reflection looking back at him.
"Both of us, unwanted. Yet again, cruel fate bound us together."
Odin looks back up, ahead, staring into nothing. Talking to no one.
"As it, too, binds you both to me. I am a danger that experience lacks the tenacity to defeat. A shadow too dark to overcome. John thought he had figured it out too, but by then, it was too late. You will find out, as he found out. The jaws of strife and suffering close tight.
Kyrie, TJ, it's not too late for you. I warn you, not from a place of malice or bravado. Yet as a firefighter tells the on-lookers not to run headlong into a blazing inferno.
I am that inferno. Figuratively. Literally. Spiritually.
I am the danger that comes to life. Here to destroy whatever is in my path.
I will destroy you both, as well.
Don't come to work on Sunday. There is no telling you what these hands might do but John Black - he knows. And I can tell you that he regrets that knowledge.
For we gain knowledge through suffering. The allure of this championship is false and predicated on lies, deceitful and ungracious. This is not a stepping stone. It is a curse. Personified poison of glittering lust."
Odin's hands pet the faceplate, slow and smooth.
"Steady your lust. Steady your minds and think as I- think for somebody other than yourselves. Your family, your friends and your futures. While they are still far off enough to dream without dread.
Before you are put into the forge of suffering...and these hands make you very wise.
Just like John,"
Odin whispers again.
"Just. Like. John."
He continues.
" Furthermore, Kyrie. You told the world you're here to deliver pain. Juxtaposition to myself. I'm here to rescue you from it."
Again, Odin's hands grasp the belt tightly.
"And Tatiana. You've had a tough start. But it seems you brought a gimmick to a grim reality. You both came to me for riches, success, and the succinct possibility of stardom. What is that like; I wish I too were that ignorant. This belt changes people. It hastens what I am becoming and by proxy what is going to happen to each of you when -”
Odin catches himself as he feels his heart swelling and offers an apology.
"I- I am sorry. I am not well. I am not myself. What I do in that ring, you cannot hold me responsible for. We all choose our fate.”
Odin thinks longingly for a moment.
“Well, some at least. However, if you wish to continue onward, know that not all that glitters is gold. If I had the money, I’d save you all but I urge you just the same.”
Odin’s eyes flare with a steely intent.
“Come. and. See.”
Odin faintly smiles before reminding himself and his opponents,
" Please. Be well and be safe. "
~ 970
