God Was Never on Your Side
Feb 21, 2018 20:28:14 GMT -5
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Post by Odin Balfore on Feb 21, 2018 20:28:14 GMT -5
RP 2
WCF
PPV: TILL DEATH DO US PART
World Title Match
Odin Balfore
vs.
Steven Singh
"God Was Never on Your Side"
Wordcount: 4412
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Chapter I: Take a Look
Steven Singh,
I would not put it past you to plan it out that ‘ Hey, I know Old Dirty is comin’ But I want to tell you up front that Ol’ Dirty is kummin. The Bad Mother Fuckin is knockin and rockin and you be upstairs in your little girls closet – prayin’ that I don’t step on inside and tear you open from the inside. Take a look around you. Here you are in 2018 and still it’s Odin Balfores fuckin’ company. I’ve iced current champs, one of the greatest champions in WCF history in Ol’ X, fucked Bonnie Blue till she was raw doggin a hemmoroid wipe as a tampon. Then LOL that fucking scrub Jason O’Neal. I ate that fool like cake and ice cream.
Now you.
What a way to come back. Beast through the territory and lookin down the pipe at Steven Singh like he got somethin’ to say. Son, you aint got shit to say but the corn in your teeth. You fuckin’ half-wit pleb. You came this far to watch WCF die with you. See, you think you’re a #heel cuz you can hit the Bad Mother Fucker with a club and yet here I stand. There I stood. Where were you last week though when I smashed the O’Neal poon. No where. You were too busy up in your tree house trying to plot a course to your own fucking safety. But truth be told, there is no safe place. There is no hiding. Ragnarok has come to WCF and after tonight – it’ll be the best god damn thing that’s ever happened to WCF. So Take a long look at everything around you because soon it will all be mine again.
It was never a question of when I’d get this title match. It was just a question of who I was going to kill and Steven Singh, you drew the lucky number. At least now I’ll be able to say I beat the best of the best that this shit hole company had to offer. There is no one here of substance. Everyone is a whiny fucking bitch like yourself, singh or a delusional fuccboi like Jason O’Neal who thinks that this Bad Mother Fucker problem will just go away if they pray hard enough.
Well, you all keep praying and I’ll continue to not fucking answer. Singh, you are only days away from the biggest beating you’re your short, miserable life. Because on Sunday, The Bad Mother Fucker is going to be WCF World Champion.
Ready or Not… Here I come..
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Chapter II: Sweet Dreams
LyfeFort, Denmark. Monday. 6 days until the PPV
The All Father is in his room. A large open room made of wood and stone; it is a castle after all. You walk in, creeping as to not disturb the giant whose dead ahead, transfixed on the task at hand. The All Father is packing for the Pay Per View; the very night where he becomes a three time world champion. There are no more obstacles in his path. Walk forward, spy over his shoulder and gaze upon the contents. Slacks, dress shirts, socks, his white and gold combat shorts and weighted gloves, magically infused with strength dampening magic to help control outbursts of power and rage. On top of the shorts was a purple elbow pad; curtsey of the King of All Wrestlers, Corey Black. Sunday night The Bad Mother fucker will be throwing elbows into the history books. The All Father ain’t packing to go home. He’s packing to go to a funeral.
‘ Whatever pride Steven Singh has for WCF, if he has any because he wants to #heel his way into cheese and grin like the faggot that he is- The All Father will rip it asunder. He must be the heel, he’s got bravado
LOL
bravado? Nig, that’s been a stable and it was hawt fuckin garbage. Just. Like. You. And that clever name you had- Everest? What, why; cux you the top of the mountain? Nigguh, you couldn’t climb up on Jay Omegas tranny whoops ween, let alone be piece of fucking earthy geography. Besides, the All Fathers mountain top be up in the strato, fuckin on some Gemini poon. Hittin them bitches with the big dippah. Its kool though, Singh, I get it. You need to be the bad guy in all this with your faggot ass shadow army. Psh, can’t even wear the TMNT like a man. That’s all that is. Just proves that you’re a sniveling coward but that’s not why I’m here to take that belt away from you. That’s only a cause exclusive to you; excluvise in the sense that you’re the guy with my belt. It was SJW, now its you – you are an interchangeable piece in the overarching plot of Ragnarok. See, you don’t matter as much as you think you do. This Golden God is just a Golden Pawn. I came back for a world title and I am not leaving without that world title. Perhaps you think that you are safe because J. Rabid done went and flew the script. Must be TORTURE for you to know that the Bad Mother Fucker don’t need favors or handouts to accomplish his goals. You on the other hand needed Everest and a cash in and those hooded little plebs you call cronies. You need Rick Menaker and a chair shot. The evidence is only clear that you need a lot of help to get what you want. I’m literally destroying the civilized world and the WCF single handedly. Put that into perspective. But you know, #heel or some shit.
You might be thinking to yourself that The All Father is face, the fans cheer. They know me. I’m some sort of nostalgia act. Boy, you don’t know the WCF loyal. The disrespectful, savage, brutal, blood thirsty – WCF Loyal. What, you think a Philly crowd gone hug this one out? Nah fam, they want the horror kore. The real WCF loyal, they know whats up when WAR Balfore shows up. They gone know what it means when I got this purple elbow pad and I’m crushing your skull in with every shot; making you dumber than a Saigon whore in a spelling bee. You can’t spell, son, when you got the All Fathers cock in your mouth. That’s what Sundays going to be, the All Father swinging hammer – burning hammer and dropping you back down to that shit hole midcard where we both know you belong. Go after that Omega belt. Make yourself feel important. Be the big fish in the small pond that you’ve been because aint no one here outside of Godnilla or Dune could smoke you. And aint that the damn truth of the matter. Steven Singh, top of the midcard guys but when a real champion steps in the ring with him, he folds like the paper tiger that he is. Fight any reasonable champion and you’d get molested like you went to first communion with Jerry Sandusky. Sunday night I’m going to abuse you like Harvey Weinstien abuses woman at the Fifty Shades Freed premier.
You wana Wonder Woman punch your way out of this paper bag, big dog? Creative done fucked you good. Almost as good as I’m going to fuck you in a few days. Where you gonna come out on top in this? How you gone overcome the odds when there ain’t no gamble. It’s a sad fucking state of affrairs when the world champion is the underdog. And trust me, you so far down even the mole men be throwin you a bone. That’s why I came back. WCF ain’t doing so hawt and all the top brass know that Odin Balfore will pump new life into this fed. And as I looked around from my long hiatus and I see trash tier champion after trash tier champion, the answer was clear.
No one wants to see Champions like:
Leon Hayze
William the Behemoth
Teo Del Sol.
Kyle Kemp
and most of all, Steven Singh.
The way I see it, if you had the ability then all of this could have been avoided and I would have returned, mopped up a hardcore belt or something and that would have been that but no. There was a void at the top of the card that only a real WCF World Champion could fill. Seth tried with SJW, he saw the writing on the wall with you. He knew when the experiment had reached critical failure. But Seth, hes a drunk optimist. He likes to hope and dream and think that his hand picks are good picks. They Ain’t but hey, I’m sure you figured that out by now – you’re prolly one of them.
But you must be thinking that I’m Seth Lerch hand pick too. I’m not. The only hand pick Seth did cuz of me was shards of glass out of his back when I nearly killed him seven years ago. Part of the reason why he likes to keep me at arms length. The other part; I shut the entire company down. Sunday night, theres a good chance that I’m going to do it again. Ragnarok will be in my wake. But hey, this is 2018. You young guys are suppose to be woke or some shit. You might want to stay awake for this. To see real power. To see real glory. To see a real Champion in action, close up right in front of your eyes.
Or else… it’ll be sweet dreams, son
LOL’
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Chapter III: Kings at the Table.
WCF HQ studio. 5 days away from Till Death.
Hank Brown with them yellow eyes.. I swear to god he had yellow eyes, sat at one end of half circle table. Flanked on his left by Corey Black, Torture and Gravedigger- three kings of WCF. Gravedigger and Torture were wearing suits and ties. The King of All Wrestlers was in his ring gear. Corey Black was already ready to defend to title as king in case any and all comers want to pop off for the sake of popping off. The scene was dark, they sat in front of the sound stage so that you could see the dim sets behind them that weren’t being used. Hank Brown hits it off with Stu the Camera man manning that reel to reel that was all too real 2 real.
“Boys. My friends. I have known you all for decades. We have all been here in the Dub since way before the very beginning. Undoubtably you three are the kings of the kings – the tippy top. And we here, we discussin’ the greatest of all time and we be dissin’ those plebs who aint snek enough to stand here with us. So while this be the topic with the onion, pickle, ketchup and extra cheddah, sharpness, I gotta ask you three about this World title match we got coming up. Steven Singh takes on The Bad Mother Fucker for the WCF World title. Steven Singh is defending as Odin is hunting for his third. Thoughts?”
Tort speaks up first because he’s an asshole like that.
“Yah, who the fuck is Steven Singh? He looks like Jay Omega if Jay Omega had like super down syndrome. This fucking nerd is going to get crushed at whatever lame named Pay Per View Seth Lerch has dem bois runnin. Bookin’ like they gone change shit. They aint changin’ nothin’ but the one guy who can is standing in that ring against Jay Omegas shrived up nut sack. Odin Balfore, one of the backers of ACTION WRESTLING is going to fuck that chumps face like he was Jay Price at an all you can eat Bukake party. He’s gonna gobble that mess up and ask for more because Odin is a fucking machine.”
Gravedigger interrupts but continues on Tortures point.
“Once Odin gets through bricking all over Steven Singh, the entire roster is going to flee to ACTION WRESTLING because there ain’t no one who can stand toe to toe with the All Father. We’ve all been in the ring with Odin and there is another level to that guy..”
“ And that level can be found at ACTION WRESTLING. When you faggots out there are tired of getting cucked by Seff Lerch, ACTION WRESTLING IS WHERE ITS AT.”
“ A.C.T.I.O.N WRESTLING. Not these hand pick bust
outs that Seth Lerch likes to hand the company too and then wonder why
his company is up the creek so fuckin’ bad. Look at all the champions
of the past year. Jason O’Neal, not here. I know he says he’s here but
Odin Balfore took him out like a cheap rug and beat him against a tree
for an hour and half. O’Neal, FPV, Jared Holmes, Dion Necurat, Johnny
Rabid and SJW. Where are all these world champions from last year? All
gone. I’m shocked.”
“Shocked.”
“Tort, you shocked?”
“Fucking shocked.”
“I’m shocked. I mean, that’s a serious blow to WCF - who could seen that coming?”
All four men raise their hands.
“Listen,” starts Tort. “WCF has been a safe haven for shit bums since the door opened. It started with guys like Brad Kane and Logan. Then it continued with Sarah Twilight and Rod ( LOL you getting clowned son) Then you had Brent Alpine, ICE Beckmen, Polar, Omega, O’Neal, Bates, Rabid, SJW and now Singh. The only difference is that Steven Singh is gonna be around long enough to see exactly why guy like the three of us and Odin Balfore have stayed around as long as we have. These idiots just bring the entire company down while only an elite few make the company rise. Odin Balfore is that guy and if you like what you see on Sunday night when Odin Balfore dominates some scrub that can’t walk a mile – let alone a mile in our shoes then check out ACTION WRESTLING at action wrestling dot free forums dot net.”
Hank speaks up. “ Right N’ now we seen a lot of ignant mofo’s flappin’ their gums, talkin’ all sorts of mess and yet where are they all now. Where are all those world champions? We aint gonna be impressed that Steven Singh is callin himself the golden gawd when the bar is set so low, a hobbit with scoliosis can limbo under it. I mean, come on now, wheels, if’n you wanna put that dumb ass bullshit to the test, you done found the perfect place because Odin Balfore is going to take everything from you and fuck your entire life up, babygurl. I mean, you have the three best wrestlers in WCF right now, calling you a punk bitch and sayin’ that you’re fucked like a prom date in the coat check and you off there in your own planet suck tellin yourself how you good. Yah, stick that macaroni picture on the fridge, wheels. Be proud of the legacy of suck that you lead. We all know that Odin Balfore is coming strong because he can. Because you cannot stop him. If you could – if you had one tenth of the power that these men with men had then this match would not because happening at all but inside, Ol’ Dorty done murked your bois, fam and you just stood there and took it like the bitch that you are. You tried to run but you can’t because you know you can’t. You know that you getting shit tossed by Odin Balfore this Sunday is your destiny and even Gods, as golden as you think you are – are not above destiny. But I know that you gone try and I know for a fact that you are going to fail. What, you think you gone break the mold that’s been set before you; a mold that these three men plus Balfore have seen a billion times. What you think you’re the first Steven Singh to walk up in the dub? Nah, but you be the first one to use the access ramp on the way out. You know, I never seen a broken man scooter his ass down to the unemployment line with a pink slip in his hand. You think SSI knows this is coming? I think so. I think:
‘You’re fucked’ is a preexisting condition. I think that’s just been a secret montra of your life and if it isn’t then it will be when Odin Balfore cripples you and takes that WCF Championship. Guys like you don’t stick around for long and do not think that you are any different from SJW, dudes asshole was just a bit softer than yours. That’s OK, though. It is OK because these guys with me and Odin Balfore have been Jobber killing for over a hundred combined years. But you got them answers to tat test, don’t you? You gone walkin and walk out with championship gold around your thick. Only if they got those rip away blood cuff pants in designer colors because the EMS are gonna have to scrap your jellified spine off the mat if they be lookin’ to put you back together again.
I mean look at it. Ragnarok is here. People are dying, the world is turning inside out and there you are trying to out heel as fucking legend. What are you going to do? Here, hang on, I’ll clothespin a playing card to the spoke of that wheelchair that Odin Balfores going to put you in. You fucking edge lord. Then after all this is said and done, Lifetime can make a movie about you:
Lords of Flat Bush 2: The Rascal Flash. Or whatever queer shit Menaker will sign you off on. You have a hundred years of pro wrestling dunkin’ all over your ass as we speak and your just lying there taking it – because you have no choice – because you know that it is true but that is OK son because this is just another day at the office.
Cause a panic.
end the world.
kill some jobbers.
win the world title.
Congratulations Steven Singh you, just like everyone else before you just got smashed on by the old guard. But don’t call that a come back cuz we already here. CD, you got anything you wanna add?”
“Yah.” Says CD. "Suck my dick.”
“And we out, bitches!”
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Chapter IV: God Was Never on Your Side
The Wells Fargo Arena. 1 day before the show.
The All Father in his suit stands on the ramp between the staging and the ring. James Camera holds the camera a few feet away. The arena is empty but that emptiness speaks volumes. The All Father has his hands in his pants pockets as he looks around the arena before addressing the camera.
“Wells Fargo. WCFs home away from home. Seventeen thousands fans. A small arena, compared to modern day. I’ve sold it out a hundred times over and from what I heard, Steven, this is your first. Gee, I wonder why? How sad of a wrestler do you have to be to no sell this arena out; especially in WCF? That’s a hypothetical. I don’t expect you to answer that Steven, because you cannot answer it. You do not have an answer for it. You’ll just shrug your shoulders or come on with some cocky half snarky excuse about how ‘you don’t care’ or some bullshit. But you care, you got that belt around you waist. Let this empty arena be the monument to your sins and the failures of WCF from the past year. This is why WCF is in such financial trouble and with J. Rabid gone in the dust I wonder whose picking up the bills?”
The All Father nods with implications that he’s the one bank rolling WCF.
“I already own one Action Wrestling promotion, why not two? Well.. make that one Action and another filled with shitty rehashes of the Dark Saints, Beach Krew and the Slickness.”
The All Father laughs to himself.
“Perhaps though, Steven you’ll sit there in your boxers, eating your corn flakes and yelling at your TV how this is just some empty arena promo and that they are uninspired. True. There is nothing inspirational about your failures, Steven. There is also nothing inspiration about your so called successes. No, think of this more of a before and after. The ‘Before’ when You, J. Rabid and SJW held the belt and the company tanked and Sunday night, the ‘After’ when Odin Balfore walks back into WCF prime time and ends the miserable excuse of a wrestling GAWD. I didn’t come to Wells Fargo to day to wrestle with ghosts or have motivational epiphanies about my place in the wrestling world. I know my place, Steven. It is you that does not know yours. That’s ok, You’re a slow learner. All the cocky pricks like yourself are and I wonder where they all are; Shadows and ghosts just like you’ll be on Sunday night.
I mean, you’ve seen it close up. I bodied your goons, you hit me with a crowbar and I smashed everything in my way. Makes me more determined. I like the challenge. I like when the poon clenches up on my THICK while I fuck it. I don’t spit on this dick. You gone feel it. You gone feel every inch of it and then you gone get these hands. Maybe then, you’ll have earned the belt that I’m going to take from you; when you get slaughtered by a real champion and not a fucking pencil necked fraud like SJW or J.Rabid.
2017 has been the year of the fraud. From FPV to Necurat, to O’Neal. You are part of this too. You did nothing to set aside from the mediocrity that they bred. You just stoof there with them and laughed it up for different reasons. Now you’re here in 2018, in Wells Fargo, at Till Death, a scrubby C-rated Pay Per View where you’re gonna get these hands boy, and fade out. Funny, I didn’t know Golden Gawds got fuckin’ molly whomped at C-rated Pay Per Views but hey- guess I’m just old school or somethin’.
Yah, son. Or somethin’.
Truthfully though, Steven, I cannot wait for your riveting career expose on Odin Balfore. Can’t wait to hear how I’m washed up. Yet I’m here. How I’m the drizzle shits. Yet I’m here. How I didn’t win WAR.
And yet. Here. I. stand. I’m here ready to clobber you with these paws of mine that have broken many a man’s soul and spirit before you. And after you too.
This is Steven Singh, two time world champion and Golden Gawd getting his intestines rinsed at a C-rated show in February. Fuckin’ February, kid, get fucked. You ain’t coming back from this. There ain’t nothing you can tell the world to convince them that you deserve a rematch or that this was a fluke. The world knows that me layin’ bricks and dicks upside your dome ain’t nothin’ short of business as usual. Sunday night business will be picking up because you get to see what a sold out arena looks like. You might actually get a cut of the door. Hell niggah, you might even sell a shirt or two. But enjoy it while you can because this week I’m going to cripple you. Then you can have a new shirt:
#HeelOnWheels.
Oh yah. We printing that. We printing that just like we printing:
*Last time any of these shitty cuck fgts will be champion as long as Odin Balfore is here.
I mean, it’s like three grand a letter, because I’m infusing the ink with gold and baby seal tears but unlike you, I got the money. So it ain’t about the cash flow. It’s about symbolism. It’s about Ragnarok. It’s about the end of your shitty era and the rebirth of mine. So take a look around us, Singh. Take a look at your handy work. Empty seat after empty seat. Then on Sunday night, take a look at mine. When we meet in that ring and you’re PARALYZED in sheer terror because of my awesome power and aura. There is will be escaping me. WAR Balfore conquers all. The Bad Mother Fucker destroys all.
The All Father over comes all…
And Odin Balfore…
makes all things possible.
Trust me when I tell you that you WILL meet fate with Ragnarok and it WILL put you on the shelf like WAR shelved Jay Omega ( LOL space men gettin' triggered.) At least he gets to say that. You, the Golden Gawd just get pummeled and shit on at some dime store Pay Per View. Then when It’s all said and done and you exhausted all your options and your tricks haven’t worked and your thievin Steven ways are brought to an abrupt and humbling end by the sheer dominance and Will of the All Father… WCF will have a new World Champion.
a proper world champion.
And not some golden Pleb.
LOL
So I have spoken.. So it will come to pass… because My will is law… and that law is absolute.
If you take anything from this – from your life- remember this:
God ( LOL fuckin queer ass golden or not ) was never on your side.
Ready or Not… I’m gonna kum.
The scene fades on the All Father as an audio track is laid down in its bleeding wake.