Men, Mongrels and Gods of the People
Jan 24, 2020 2:06:24 GMT -5
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Post by Odin Balfore on Jan 24, 2020 2:06:24 GMT -5
I Promise
St. Marys Cemetery. St. Cloud, Minnesota.
* Its a cold and snow fallen day in Minnesota. The sky was blue and the sun hung in the sky. The air was clean and crisp. Odin stood in front of his parents graves, even though his dad was cremated per tradition, Gunnar wanted at least a part of him to be buried with his wife. A Morose Odin Balfore looked down at the graves as a tear well him his eye and froze on his cheek. He takes a deep breath as smoke billows out. *
“Dad, I got him. I routed him. I took care of him for you and mom. I won the world championship and I’m going to do my best to make you proud. I - I’m sorry that I’m, uh, no good at this; its just hard. So hard.”
* Odin takes another deep breath and fidgets with his body, unsure to move or stand or shrug or cry.*
“I’m your son and I wasnt there when you needed it. My fame, my fortune, my career, my immortality, I’d give it all for you. Like you did, dad, when you met mom. My immortality is yours. Its a curse that you gave to me but - but - I’ll make it my gift. I promise you. There is still much to be done about Walter. He is not done paying or suffering. Camilla has seen it fit to put him in the match I have coming up and trust me when I tell you that vengeance is not complete. I tore through him in seconds and I will do so again. The other week was his best effort and it wasnt enough to handle this Nordic rage deep inside me from what he’s done. Frank will be a casualty but that's the life that he chose. They they both chose. One of casualties. They were both one week champions when you know that your son is generational. The other week, I beat Walter down in rage. This week, I’m going to break him physically, mentally and spiritually. When I had you in the ring - in my hands -”
* Odin internalizes the memory by pausing and gritting his teeth. *
“ It was about punishment, suffering and retribution. Now this is about finishing what I started. You put yourself back into this match. You wanted to throw hands. You’ll fucking get these hands.”
* Odin walks away as Buddy Roman greets him from out of frame, patting him on the back. *
“Are you ok, My son?” Asks Buddy.
* Odin nods and Buddy can feel the reservation on his heart.*
“ I have to clear my head.”
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* Back home at lyfe Fort, Odin sits in front of a large stone fire place, looking through hand written notes but the warming glow. The letters are from his parents. Both written before their passing and not meant to be open until they were gone both. *
[ Odin,
I know that my condition will worsen with time so I’m writing this now before I am no longer able to remember. Odin, when I pass, I want you to do good in my name and be charitable to all. I trust that you’ll be well off enough to accomplish this. Childrens hospitals, Animal shelters, just be good to your fellow man. Love and forgive.
I’ll always love you. ]
* Odin lets out a deep sigh and takes a sip of whiskey from the side table next to him before flipping to his dads letter. *
[ Boy,
It aint no secret that I never had much love for you or what you did. I don’t agree with it and much don’t think I ever will. However your mom is making me write this.Whatever your mum said, forget about it - lord knows shes going to anyway. I’ll keep these letters tucked away till my death. Dont read them till after I die. What I want from you, boy is to fully realize your godhood and forget whatever it is your mom told you about charity. I read it. Its gross. Leave that junk to your uncle. What I want you to do is fucking crush everybody. Be the best in your business and don’t take no shit.
Be a god. Be my son. Don’t make me regret wasting my immortality or I’ll fucking haunt you.
- Dad ]
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FPV - Man of the People LOL
Boston Childrens Hospital
* We come upon Odin on the floor in a hospital room surrounded by sick kids as he reads to them. Its part of a deal between Action Wrestling and Boston Childrens Hospital; trying to shed the horrid taste that was the WALTER experiment. Cameraman Stu is there to get some B-roll PR footage. Its funny that Odin sitting up is taller than most of these kids, no older than ten. Odin smiles big and bright. Its authentic and true, even if its masking the pain for only a short while. A few of the kids sit close while others play together as Odin looks on and quietly contemplates his humanity. He takes a deep breath as a nurse interrupts his train of thought. *
“Mr. Balfore?” She calls and waves him over.
Odin gets up as the kids hang off his arms and legs. He gently picks them up and sets them on the ground as he walks towards the nurse. “Whats up?”
“Mr. Balfore, its about for them to settle in for the night. You’ve been here all day; its time we call it.”
Odin looks back in the room and then back at the nurse. “Right, right. Sure, sure.” He looks back in the room and motions with his head. “Stu, time to go.”
“Good night, everyone. I’ll see you all soon. “
“Night” they all reply.
* Stu heads out of the room ahead of Odin and starts rolling again to get more footage as they walk down the hall. *
“Frank.” Odin starts. “So you think you’re a man of the people? You think you’re a tough guy going out there and doing what you did; you really are that shallow and needy. Don’t let all this fool you, Frank. I’m out here really connecting with people. Children and their families in a meaningful way. It helps me with what I’m going through. You did what you did so you could get a cheap pop.” Odin shrugs. “I guess. Again, don’t think that theres some weakness in my humility. For months, dudes like you been tryin to cross the line with me to see how far they can get and Walter went and erased that line. Whats left, the AW championship? I don’t need it. This isnt about the belt; not for me. For me and Walter, this is beyond personal. For you, that couldnt be further from the truth.
You, Speede,KOS, D-Day, SJW, Lockhart, Dandy, Lissie and Walter. Look at you. Look at that collective. There isnt a World champion among you except for Wade Moor. You all needed to hold that belt in order to call yourselves world champion. It wasnt about leading, no. It was about hand holding. Lockhart can boast about a two hundred odd day reign of nothing. Speede can boast that he was the first. Dandy can saw he the most heelish. And at least you, Frank, at least you can say that you had it. You had for an entire ‘Lissie Hope.’ You held it in your arms and you know what, it held you too. Big spooned you like a mother fucker and you fell asleep coo’ing in its embrace. But you know what, Mister man of the people, I don’t see no ballot box around. I don’t see no men of the nights watch casting fucking stones for their knock kneed leader. You don’t want the belt, Frank. You just want how it makes you feel; even though you know that the sounds that it makes are lies.
See, that's the thing, champion of the people, you wernt the champion of nobody. No longing souls, no voice of the voiceless. A bunch of sweaty armpits from the internet got online, clicked a button and poof, your work was done for you. And you know what, they aint here to save you this time. They wernt there to save you from Walter, either. Yet here you are, hoping that they’ll come to your rescue this time from Ragnarok.The people must have be ecstatic. Elated. Breath taken. Agasped. Egawd’d, from your earth shattering and company defining title runs.”
* Odin stops, puts his finger to his lips, and taps his foot.*
“No. No wait, that was me. Maybe it was your defining of two different eras in WCF - no.. No that was me again. Ok, Ok, maybe it was you’re being one of the most decorated and accomplished men in WCF history.. No..”
* Odin looks up with a shocked expression and sarcasm in his voice.*
“Frank, my god. That was me again. Are you sure I’m not the man of the people? Helping out sick kids, volunteering at soup kitchens, going all over the world as an ambassador of Action Wrestling? Do you know what you are, Frank? You’re Dandy Devito with prettier lips.”
* Odin hikes up his belt.*
“And your lips are going to cash the check that you wrote with that steel chair. Ten years in your career and you never had ‘it.’ You never had the heart. There are dying kids in this wing right now that more qualities of a world champion than you could ever dream of. And you think you’re going to cause a revolution?”
* Odin bites his lip and shakes his head. Odin takes out a scrap of paper and a pen from a nurses station and starts to scribble on it then throws it on the floor. *
“ You wana cause a Revolution? Heres the address of my next of kin. Go get yourself a shotgun and see if it yields better results for you than it did for Walter- but I doubt it.”
* Odin looks back down the hall and points. *
“ Your open address can be about how you *ahem*, put the Mongrel down.”
Hmm Hmhhmp.. HA HA HA HA
* Odin laughs with a big smile as he hits the elevator button and rests up against the wall; AW championship shown proudly on his waist.*
“See you soon, Frank.”
* Wink *
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The Mongrel Within
The Humane Animal Rescue Alliance. Washington, DC.
* At one of the biggest animal rescue shelters in Washington, DC, sitting on a chair, playing with a dog and giving him some good scratches. He looks up at cameraman Stu with an enthusiastic smile. *
“ Frank Patrick Venable! Man of the people, lover of children and animals. Maybe that's why you couldn't put the Mongrel down. You just didn't have the heart.”
* Odin looks at the dog and starts baby talking to him and mocking Frank.*
“ He just couldn't do, could he? Could he? No, he couldn't. Frank doesn't have the heart. And you’re just too cute. Yah, you’re just too cute. See, these dogs Calm me. I’m like the fucking Hulk, the only way to quiet the rage inside the machine. This is the second stop on Odin Balfores tour of peacefulness before… WAR breaks out again. I’m here to calm myself and give money in my family name as my mother would have wanted - before I go out to that ring and do as my father wanted. We talk about the animal inside or the roiling angst that is Franks fuccboi generation but ya’ll forget about the berserker inside the Norse God. I showed Walter that. I showed that last week when I was booting heads off shoulders and now this week - The both of you. Laying broken on the mat as I hold my hand high in victory.”
* Odin gently pushes the dog away and out of frame as he looks back to the camera and his voice returns to normal. *
“ Walter, look around. A bunch of animals in cages, pretty appropriate considering theres no difference between you and them - not after what I did to you. I put you down. I locked your punk ass in a cage. I tore through you with E A S E after what you did but homeboy, I aint done. Hell, maybe this aint evah gonna be done but Ragnarok will return and it will slay you once more and you will feel the power of my ancestral fury with each debilitating hit. I took your reign and made it took like a joke. Just like Frank. I went and made Walter look like a child throwing a tantrum. That is afterall, the only way that you can get your way is to beat up a couple of announcers because you’re tough. In reality your no tougher, stronger or capable than Frank was when he came in with a steel chair. You know where the ring is, aint no need to be a bitch. But then again - killing my dad was a bitch move. You know, its not often I get backed into a corner but when I do, something inside me just snaps and all I see is red and I just cant control it. Not until fuccbois like you go silent. And trust me, Walter, you’ll be the Anne Frank of pro wrestlers. Hiding up in everyones attics, praying to every god you can think of in hopes that I don’t find you.
But spoilers: I found you.
* Odin takes his AW championship off his waist and holds it up to the camera.*
Frank, you were champion for a whole seven days. I’ve been champion last week, the week before that and the week before that. I’ve been world champion since Execution. Since the world saw that I had Dandy dead to rights. This belt makes you champion in name only just like you’re a man of the people in name only. I own an island nation, I’ve given to charities and as I’ve said I’ve gone around and done appearances for Action Wrestling. I’ve put one Mongrel down and now I have to put down another spastic mental defective.”
* Odin puts his arm around Cameraman stu and talks to the camera like it were frank. *
“ Frank, I know that you want to fight against the system but you are the system. You are what this industry spits out on the regular. Hopeful, wide eyed young men looking to impress and hoping that one day they’ll make it to the big time just like these dogs all put on a show to get adopted but instead the business leaves them cold, broken and jaded. And I’m just the man that's going to break you.
Its Sad that in ten years of wrestling your default mode is to ‘shake the system’ like men are clamoring for your punk ass, like dudes havent been selling out arenas for twenty years to see me Ragnarok guys just. Like. you. Out of their fucking boots and out of this industry.
Look around, Frank. You’re not the liberator. You’re the liberat-ee. You and Walter both. You’re each and every one of these sad dogs looking to break free. See, you’ve been so intent on putting the mongrel down that you couldnt see that the mongrel was you. You were so intent on shooting, you didnt see that your target was inward. You want to put the Mongrel down, Frank. You better turn that gun on yourself. When you’re out there trying to get attention and click bait the beta males, I’m out here doing real work for the people. And Walters been trying to be a mongrel so long, he doesnt realize that he’s going out with a whimper. I’m going to put you both down and I know you want to help, Frank.”
* Odin grabs a broom leaning against a wall.*
“Here. You can go be a sweeper or a cleaner. Just dont go getting FPV-Triggered in the process. “
* Odin laughs again as he smiles to the camera.*
“ However, like I told Walter, we gain wisdom through suffering and Frank, my friend, my buddy, my pal.
Boy, am I going to make you both fucking suffer.”
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Everyone is Next
* Odin, ‘Downtown’ Hank Brown and Cameraman Stu land with a skidding thud in Australia on Odins private jet. They’ve come for peace and good will on behalf of Action Wrestling. Stu exits firsts and starts rolling followed by Hank Brown who immediately goes into shill mode as Odin steps off the plane last. *
“ Ladies and gentlemen, we are here live in the Lindsey Lohan bush fire that rages on. Its your man, ‘downtown’ Hank Brown along with my trusted cameraman Stu - sent on location because we get the news. We get the real, RAW, THICK, uncut news and I’m not afraid to ask the hard, biting questions. See, if Jenna B was here with her tittays like pow and that ass like BAM, she’d waddle those thundersaurus tights right up to the champ and be like: ‘owo, odin, whats it like losing your dad? Owo’
What the hell kinda questioning is that? Ladies and gentlemen, I’ve had a chance to talk with the All Father on our long plane ride over here and not only did I learn that I didnt have to wear my hat on my feet but I learned that the champ has taken up charity as a means to honor his slain father and help get him through the darker moments in his mind. As long as I’ve known him, Odin has not been the charitable type so this life changing event is truly shaking him to his core.”
* Hank looks up at Odin, holds the mic to him and asks him a question. *
“Odin, What do you think your opponents going to say regarding this sensitive matter or in regard to your match?”
* Odin paws at his face for a moment and then responds, looking right at the camera and right into Franks soul. *
“Ten years and that boy still hasnt learned. You still havent learned Frank. You want to be treated like a legend and yet you don’t know how to act like one. You want to give advice to Addy A and yet you don’t know how to take it. You might think that you achieved a great victory in that triple threat but we both know that Dandy is running scared and you’re too foolish to join him. Don’t take my smiles and jokes as weakness. They only mask the pain and rage; rage that I’m going to take out on you and Walter. Don’t feel too bad, you could be anyone. It coulda been Addy A, Dandy or somebody else. However, that's the thing about FPV - it could have always been somebody else. Story of your career.
We in WCF at the same time so its funny that I became a legend and he’s still over there tugging on the cape of the King of All Wrestlers. Its called Nepotism, not nipple-tism and that's not how that works, so get off my best friends dick. Ten years ago Frank was slated as the future of the company - I can promise you that it never happened. Ten years ago Frank was going to be the top guy and I’m sitting here going ‘ what the hell happened?’ Hank, did you know there were fifty title reigns between my first and my last in WCF and FPV only managed two? That's a pretty low number considering his draft stock in the beginning. But I get chu, Frank, sittin there barking at the TV yelling about how that was then and this is now. Yelling about how its different. You’re right. That was then and this is now but you’re still the same FPV as you were back then. You’re still the same disappointing and lackluster *ahem* superstar as you were back then. Now you want to go and do all this.
It’s just a horrible idea but everyone in this company seems to have horrible ideas. Noble Savage double crosses me, Dandy robs me of my chamber win, Lissie Hope thinks a brief case will make her champion. Walter kills my dad and theres you trying to pounce and peel away the very testament to my Will; the Action Wrestling World Championship. Frank, after this charity work is done and I meet you in that ring, I’m going to Ragnarok you so hard, your soul is going to leave your body and travel back in time. Maybe you can tell your younger self to start giving a shit and who knows, maybe someone will take you seriously because right now, I sure as fuck don’t. But hey, if Lissie wants to get involved, you can get practice in on how to disappoint a women, too. See Frank, everyones a winner. Except you. Walter, he gets what he wants - being dominated by a superior force. It must really suck when your Ace in the hole is your undoing. You tried to get an insurance policy on our match but insurance doesnt cover self sabotage.
* Odin lets out a hearty laugh. *
“ Oh, but pray that at Revolution I don’t water the tree of freedom with the blood of fuccbois like you.
Pray if you have to, Frank. Beg if you must but know.. That I won’t be listening.”
* Hank Brown pulls the mic away to ask another question. *
“ That's great. FPV has been a huge bitch lately. What about Walter? Maan, I couldnt even begin to know what to do if he came after my family. I’d murder the man.”
“ Truthfully, Hank, I’m about ready to murder him too. And he’s a dumb cunt too considering the fact that he allowed Nikki Venus to put him in this situation. Now consider the fact that the match is now a triple threat, I’m going to break them all in half. I will rip them in half like they were the old AW championship. Leave it to the All Father to end the pathetic legacy of champions. Afterall, the best revenge, is being the best World Champion. Its all just been heel champion after heel champion. Just one snarky cunt after the other. I realize that I’m a marked man and that Walter wants to kill me and Frank has to make up for a decade of absolute miserable failure but you gotta think, if what Walter did couldnt get the job done - then what can? Nothing. I am going to be world champion for a long time. They have to remember, I might be a marked man but they are trapped in there with me. Trapped with Ragnarok. And its going to crush their hopes and dreams and that hunt for the AW Championship.
When this is all over and theres no more Walter or FPV to challenge me, maybe Lissie Hope will step into that ring and try her hand - then I’ll make her famous. I’m ready for whoever's next. If that's Lissie on a cash app, cash in twerking all over TikTok, I got a right hand knockout punch that’ll set her straight. Every week I know its a fight to stay world champion. But we’ll sought that out once I retain my championship this week. I know that I have to fight everyone but that's OK -
Because EVERYONE. IS. NEXT!
Ready or Not.. Here I come.