The Price We Both Pay
Jan 3, 2020 22:19:00 GMT -5
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Post by Odin Balfore on Jan 3, 2020 22:19:00 GMT -5
World Championship
Odin Balfore
Vs
Walter ( c )
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THE COUNTDOWN
Dixon Correctional Center. Dec. 19th. 2019
* We stand behind Jenna and a small camera crew as she argues with the receptionist at the front desk in the main visitor’s lobby of Dixon Correctional. *
“You don’t understand.” Pleads Jenna holding up a fist full of paperwork. “I have everything we need for visitors passes AND camera work. We’re allowed to be here.”
The receptionist seems un-phased by all this and speaks rather bluntly. “Proper processing takes a few weeks for film permission and with the holidays, processing has been delayed until February first.”
“February first?” Stomps Jenna with a whine. “But I need this interview; his match is on the sixth of January.”
“Then you should have filed accordingly. You can’t skip the process.” Repeats the Receptionist.
Jenna turns to the camera crew. “Come one guys, let’s see if Camilla or Tort can help speed this along.”
* Back on the other side of the building, new prisoners are being processed where two familiar faces can be seen in the crowd. *
[Later that day.]
* Our view is shaky and dark. All we can hear is the sound of fabric and muffled voices. Suddenly there is light as a familiar voice greets with resounding charisma. *
“What's going on, Action Wrestling, it’s your main man, the premier interviewer, Hank ‘Downtown’ Brown, here with the only camera man that matters, Cameraman Stu and we are here LIVE on the inside at Dixon Correctional.” Hank is wearing an orange jump suit with black bandanna on, already repping with the Reading, PA, LOCOs; complete with two tear drops under his left eye.
“You’ve seen it, you’ve heard it - “Hank pretends to pout and whine like Jenna B. “Jenna B, she don’t have the proper paperwork and permission.” Hank immediately scoffs and bats that bullshit away with his hand. “This is Dub Cee Eff and the only paper we need has dead presidents on it. I’m out here gettin' that real N dat RAW. I’m here right now with my main man, the All Father whos been put behind these bars on bullshit charges of kidnapping but my man, he didn’t do it. Nah, I heard that Walter be out there on the streets tryin’ to play my man like a chump and I ain’t about to let that shit fly. So me and Stu we got ourselves up in the inside, ol’ dirty style and now we here live.”
The small go-pro camera slowly slides to show Odin in a similar jumpsuit, sans bandanna or eye tats and sipping a foam cup of ice water.
“Now, Odin, tell them at home what you told me. Tell them under the eyes of God, Jesus and Baby Yoda that you didnt do even one tenth of what you in here for. Go Mando on us and shoot stee-raight from the fuggin hip, son.”
Odin shrugs his shoulders forward as he leans in, crossing his arms on the table and speaks with his quick witted, flint and steel like demeanor. “Walter, you over there with your smug punch-able face, lookin like a hairy kneecap, thinking that you done did yourself a favor. What favor? You honestly think imma be in here forever - like forever, forever? Mang, you got that shit twisted. Niki Venus must be choking you into a coma while you pegs you from behind if you be thinking that all this is somehow a good fucking idea - cuz it aint. Let it be known that even the ‘omniscient’ WALTER can only delay the All Father - Delay Ragnarok. I don’t care if its January sixth, March the nineteenth or This Tuesday in Texas but I’m going to get out of here. I’m going to find you and I’m going to break your spine and take that AW Championship. And I get it, son. You gotta do me dirty like Dandy cuz ya’ll can’t exactly do me in. And I know it consumes you, right. You gotta send me to prison, gotta buy you some time. I’ve seen you, son - you think you’ve had a good year. I know you think that Odin aint shit, what accomplishments did I obtain? Unlike you and unlike Dandy, my name is still revered. I’ve been in the main event, longer than both of your careers. That's why you sent me here after all and tried to get me buried under this rock. I've been here before - we’re two behemoths in the ring the only problem Walter is that you’ll be in the ring with me. You have no size advantage, no strength advantage - I neutralize everything-”
Odin puts two fingers to his head and pulls the trigger.
“ - Now all that's left to do is to neutralize that brain. That's what bothers you the most. It makes you sweat and I can tell. I’m a cerebral man like you and I think it scares you to hell. You know I’m coming at you guns blazing, with fire in my eyes. You know Ragnaroks coming and you dare not get left behind. I know you’re trying to analyze me - betting what I’d do for fame. So I’ll lay it to you straight. I’d go back in time, pull out my thick and scramble your unborns brains. I’m justifiably certifiable and I got twenty years to show it. Your base line intimidation is fraudulent; deep down you know its true. After I molly whomp you for the strap, you’re just a mid-card ‘monster’ that's never going to be the same.“
Odin looks around then back to the camera.
“The Same goes for you too, Lissie Hope. I know you hold a briefcase but I don’t see that as a sword of Damocles. At least, not intended for me. I have a soft spot for breaking women. However, I suggest you keep that cash in for another time. Less you get caught in a WAR that you most certainly will lose. That cash in for this match is suspect, lazy and over all, unintelligent So save it and save yourself. And honestly if you think its a good idea, you might want to rethink your leadership qualities.
Walter, I’m going to come for you; as if I needed more reason. This wasnt your fight but it will be your career that I’m ending. So, when you look in the mirror with that stupid grin, thinking how smart you are for putting me here; just start counting the days until Odin Balfore wins. “
* Odin takes a sip of water and clears his throat. *
“I know why you did it. You think I didnt catch on. This is an outward expression of your own punishment. You put me here because you know that you belong here. You want to be caught, brought to justice and thrown back into the system but not before making it into a little game. I don’t play games, Walter. You’re about to face some very real consequences. Ragnarok and the Big Hurt are coming for you. So pray if you have to. Beg if you must but know that I will not be listening.”
* A guards voice comes from out of frame. *
Balfore. You have a phone call.
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THE PRICE WE BOTH PAY
A few days later in Crestone, CO. Dec. 21st.
* Odins father, Gunnar lay on a burning funeral pyre and all Odin could do was watch while handcuffed with a Dixon Correctional officer standing next to him. They were two of the handful of people that were there. Odin’s sons Thor and Thor were there with Kurt Navarro as well as his old manager, Conrad and Buddy Roman were among others from the facility. Per request, Norwegian funeral music played as the former US air force member went to Valhalla. As the fire burns, Odin walks towards the front.
“Thank you all for coming. It weighs me heavy that I was not there first for my mom at her end nor was I there a second time for my dad - “
Odin takes a deep, mournful breath and exhale.
“Yet I was there to send them both off. This time is harder than the first. I stand here to see my dad off to Valhalla in chains. I’m not sure if this was planned or if the Gods wanted it this way, yet here I stand. However, I stand with the few people that knew him and called him friend. I regret not being there for them but at least I can live for them now.”
Odin holds back the tears and shaking voice and walks back to the guard and stands there for a moment, trying to hold back the emotion as Buddy Roman approaches.
“Excuse me, may I have a moment with the son?”
“No.” replies the guard.
“The man is four hundred pounds; you chained his feet together. We’re in the middle of nowhere Colorado and the man just lost his father. I think its OK that he goes ten feet to his left.”
“Fine.”
The Shape pulls Odin ten feet exactly to his left.
“Are you ok?” Asks the Shape.
Odin nods. “Yah I’m ok.”
“Do you think HE had something to do with it?” The Shape draws Odin's attention off to the side to see a large man in black standing on the outskirts of the ceremony there by himself.
“If he did, then there's a price that we’re both going to have to pay. “
“Don’t worry, my son. I know a guy that can help get you out.”
Buddy Roman brings Odin in and pats him on the back for a warm hug, the only way a proud father as he looks up to Navarro who nods in recognition.
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A CONTINENTAL MONSTER
Dec. 22nd
* Jenna Bauer, between two ferns in a pink and white floral print dress. She finally has her meeting, albeit with Buddy Roman who’s ripe with the lust sweats. Fanning the vapors, Buddy Roman pats his brow dry. Jenna gets the signal and she starts the interview. *
“Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here right now with the one and the only, Buddy Roman.” She pivots to Buddy to greet him. “Buddy it's been a moment, we haven't seen you around in a long while.”
Buddy Roman is nearly overcome with lust but he pulls through. “Jenna, you may not have seen me in a while but if my belt was any tighter then I wouldn't be able to give you - ah - proper attention.”
“Buddy, we tried getting an interview with Odin in prison but we were unsuccessful. We all saw him being taken away in handcuffs just before the Christmas break. Do you have any update on Odin Balfore?”
Buddy chokes back a lump in his throat. His eyes go red and teary. He looks ahead into the void as we flash back and see Odin sitting huddled to himself on a bench in the rec yard; lurching in unseen agony. He is trembling with sorrow that soon turns to anger.
“Odin is.. He is.. Beside himself.”
Flash back to show Odin internally breaking, letting out a primal roar. He stomps through the yard, picking up one person at random and punching the mans face into a bloody mess.
“But he’s coping.” Replies the shape.
Continue to flash back to Odin straight Thanos punching dudes into literal dust, causing a riot to break out.
“.. Letting off some steam - ”
“Is he, ok?”
“As ok as one could be given the circumstances. However, I can tell you that these are some trumped up charges; no doubt cooked up by those that wish to see him undone- to which I know the list is long and that there are many.”
“You’re saying this was a set up? Do you have any idea who?”
“I have my leads but only time will tell. Only time will tell, indeed.”
“Well since Odin isn't here to give his side of his story, do you think you can talk about the match and about Odin's opponent, Walter; if there even still is a world title match.”
“Jenna, there won’t be a title match. Just a culling of the herd.”
* wink*
“I know he thinks proud of what he did but coming from one proud father, I can tell you that you’ve miscalculated. I know that you Walter, think as yourself to be an intelligent man. MENSA be damned and struck dead in awe by your intellect but I scoff at it. I know you and I know your kind - those that watch Rickward and Mortimore and carry themselves a big brain in a jar. You think that your nihilism is some infectious poison bestowed upon you to stomp out the plebs but that is no match for six thousand years of jew that courses through my blood. So let’s go over the facts of your profound wisdom, displayed just the other week.
Monsters don’t have to announce that they are monsters, killers do not have to announce that they are killers and certainly, upon certainly, Walter is not a killer, just a misanthropic mame'r in genetically inferior clothing.
Speaking of genetically inferior, Walter, you’re projecting. Your feeble-minded insecurities are showing. Just spewing henceforth from your fiction faucet. That endless void you call a word hole where you can regurgitate futile and pointless facts, verbs, adjectives and falsehoods. “I’m a world champion, I’m a monster.” Listen, Walter, I know monsters. I breed, create, control, click, aim and shoot monsters and you, my bloated friend, are no monster- if only self-perceived notions of ourselves were true then you would see a buffer man before you with an untamed head of hair. Although I can hear you now, interjecting that you are more psychological than physical. More Fever than Oblivion.
Ah, so I see you are a man of true intent. You want to hear the selfish reasons. You want to hear how Odin doesn’t care about the people. He’s right. He doesn’t. You want to hear how Odin only wants gold, power, fame, glory. You’re right. He does. You want Odin to stare you in the face and tell you that he is not the man that he once was. Again, you’re right. He’s not. He’s better. What drives the All Father is the fact that he wants to be the best, bar none, no questions. Yet nothing drives a monster and while you think that is your strength, it is that aimless pursuit of the moment that will be your undoing because this, all this, that world championship around your waist, WILL be your undoing. This isn't your fight but that is your belt to lose and trust me when I tell you that it WILL be lost and will soon be in the hands of the All Father.
Then this is as far as you got. You got to that stupid pickle rick episode and dusted your hands off declaring yourself a genius and for weeks, literal, full term, real time, weeks - you plotted and you planned like you were the great fucking General Thomas Bates in the battle of Who Gives a Fuck. Only you and Thomas Bates, apparently. Apparently because only you are falling for this overly contrived bullshit. You did this because you are afraid and I know that you’re afraid. However, I can accept a good plot, a good plan, a good well deserved scheme. It’s like a cherry on top of a sundae for me. However, here you go shitting in my sundea because you’re nothing more than a spastic manchild that needs a handler to help you wipe your own ass but hey - you can plot like the best southern gentlemen. Can't wait for you to hit me with your third degree blackbelt in revisionist kung-fu. Unfortunately for you, there is no revision for this. This is the grave that you put yourself into and you only have yourself to blame. There's no time machine or nano- bots that can drag you out of this sarlacc pit. Not even the Soul Stone can save you now but trust me when I tell you that it WILL be a soul for a soul. I don’t know for certain if Odin Balfore will be getting out. I don’t know for sure if that match will take place. However, the one thing I can tell you, Walter, is that if he does, Ragnarok will be inevitable. Odin Balfore has ended the careers of his friends, people he cared about for a tenth of what you’ve done to him and I know truly, to what extent that you hurt him just to put yourself in this position. There is one thing I have to ask you. There is one thing on my mind. It does not take a nihilistic genius to figure out that all this isnt worth
what is currently hanging over your shoulder. What's the price for fame? it shouldn't cost much. With how short your career is - you’re right. Why should Odin care about your six month career compared to his multi-generational legacy.
You’ve made a mistake, Walter; I can tell you that much. You didn’t kill the man that stands across from you. You only gave him purpose. Truthfully, Walter, you are just another cog in the long grinding chain of cowards that tried to run and drive the Action Wrestling Machine. You all had your place in who can out ‘shit heel’ who and whos got the snarkiest comeback. Dandys still flossing Odins jizz out his teeth from the chamber match. He knows he got fucked. He knows he got made a fool. The only question is now - how smart are you?
Action Wrestling needs a leader. They have one in the All Father.
Action Wrestling needs a fighter. They have one in the Bad Mother Fucker.
Action Wrestling needs a champion and on January the sixth; they’ll have one in Odin Balfore.
So enjoy your Shonies, your Szechuan sauces and your fake memories. You’ll need them comfort you while you lay comatose in a hospital bed.
* Buddy reaches down and pulls out a reusable shopping bag. *
“Here’s a barbwire breast plate and a coupon for a continental breakfast. Compliments of another ‘would be big-man.’ You’re going to need it. Funny how you and Bates both resent the All Father because you cannot BE the All Father. Jealousy is an ugly color on you. You both saw Odin as if he was a man on the way out but as Thomas Bates learned and as you’ll learn - you’ll be gone long before Odin is. The funny thing is that be it Good Men or Monsters but when they go to WAR with WAR BALFORE, they all end up broken in a ditch. Now it looks like he’s going to have to murder yet another dyslexic spastic retard for the simple crime of daring to dream.
Walter, I’m here on behalf of a client. For a man who cannot stand here to speak truth to his name. So, allow me to tell you Walter, that Monsters like you are undone by unfounded and selfish egos. You think that you are great, impervious and untouchable. You are confident that you’re ego will save you in the ring but I have it under good authority that you’ll meet my client in the ring on January sixth and he will make you regret everything you have ever done so far in your life. This is where a monster gets reduced and a champion gets routed. I read that you called yourself the Cancer of Action Wrestling – well, son, you have NOT been paying attention. Odin will make you dig deep to find the courage and strength to defeat him and then – he’ll bury you in that hole.
You’ve gone and made this personal in more ways than one. I know what you did to this man and what you did to his father. I know you killed Gunnar. Say word, son. Say you didn’t try to kill Odin’s father. Lie to the world and the world will know. You did this because you wanted to get under Odin’s and mind.
There's a button marked “self destruct” in your crayon designed mind, a big red button that you can’t help but push. You just had to make it personal. You had to bloody your paws and kill the one man on this Earth Odin loves as much as me. Gunner is dead. The All Father grieves. And you have your psychological advantage.
Only, no...you don’t.
What you have a very short expiry date. You just stepped into a minefield , wearing a blindfold, screaming “shoot me in the face!”. You’re an idiot, Walter. Your IQ lives in the spaces between the letters of your name. That echo chamber that you think is your genius level monologue has just talked you into an early grave and there’s no way back for a little doggy like you.
Just like you that monologue of yours didn’t have a farther, it didn’t get to be a father either, you’re the parent of an unborn mistake because Odin Balfore went back in time to scramble junor’s brains in the womb. And there was nothing you could do to stop that. Or maybe,. You didn't want to stop it. Maybe you wanted to just kneel and beg for a doggy treat like the old days. You want to be caught, controlled, dominated, don’t you? You liked that collar, deep down. You liked, loved, Etta deep down. It breaks your heart and you do not know how to grieve. Allow Odin to help you. Allow him to break you, control you, dominate you and humble you. Every deep desire that you have is about to come true. Odin will put you back in that cage like the good dog that you are and when you’re driven into that mat and your looking up to the lights, you can tell Etta just how sorry you are and that yes, you’re finally coming home because the All Father will send your broke ass to hell.
Remember that monsters do not overcome Gods. It is foolish to think you could. A foolish mistake to say the least. In a week, when you step in the ring with Odin Balfore and he rips your sorry ass limb from limb, do not say that this proud father didn’t warn you because I’m sure his father did. His father did but you didn’t listen so listen to me now. Heed what I told you. Take it to heart because the All Father is going to rip yours out and feed it to you right there in the middle of the ring.
This journey has been a year in the making. A year in the waiting. Now finally in 2020, a new champion will be crowned, one that Action Wrestling can be proud of. To lead Action Wrestling into a new year and a new era. One where monsters like you don’t exist but God's reign supreme.
So now I want you all to put your hand over your heart and with a loud clear voice...
CONQUER. THE. ALL FATHER
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A FINAL WORD
Christmas Day
* In the lost and forgotten hole of solitary. Somewhere in the blackness, Odin Balfores voice bellows loud and true *
“ Walter.. It’s been said that we gain wisdom through suffering.
And soon… I intend to make you very wise.”