Post by Odin Balfore on Dec 31, 2018 12:19:57 GMT -5
Armor of Blood and Gold
If you could remember the times when someone like I would just slip right on by. Ignore this blasphemy, this pent up faggotry, just keep on walkin while the world just crumbled around him. Laughin’ n grinnin, smilin and sensing the fact that they need you.. The fact that they need me. The fact that no matter how hard that try and they lie just put their heads to sleep at night. That this is the way that needs to be and cleanse the world of the air that I spoiled and soiled with the truth that I spit from the lips with the verbage and liable content.
Stop when this sounds familiar to you that without me there would no goof like you to run around and pretend with the underwear on the outside of your pants. No superhumans and no Gods. No archduke of confusion just bi-curious fem boys that roll over on the pillow and bite with the might to bend to the will of some pretty face who gives him passing attention.
Enough to make you sick and make that mind take a split. Its gives you the courage, finds you the outlet to believe in yourself for more than your worth because worth aint more than the graphics printed on the shirt.
This is what it has come too. Three fictitious challengers to the All Father. As if no one has learned their lesson from all of 2018. They just think that they can step to me and cause me to step aside when they don’t even have what it takes to break me, let alone have the knowledge to bend me. Bonnie you should go and ask Rabid where you went and fucked up. He knows. It is not that he forgot to tell you, he just left that part out. Omission by political synergy. However, you know this part well enough by know. All you did was go and make the Norse God hungry. I’ll take number six now.
Right. Fuckin. Now.
Richards and Savage know that you two are quite literally the sheep that I do not concern myself with. By sheer technicalities you both find yourself in this match. You find yourself on this eve of heaven. Of history.
A Symphony of destruction is always sweetest at the end. For when the last note is played, you will never be closer or further away from the biggest moment of your life. That moment that none of you will ever forget. You’ll never forget where you were when Odin Balfore captured a record tying sixth WCF Championship. Snatched it away, right out of your dirty and undeserving clutches. From pretenders, wanabes and never-weres. The worst of the worst. The most unforgivable of those abominal little squats that I see before me at the most illustrious event in WCF history.
It is illustrious because I make it illustrious. For what I bring to the table and the stakes that are on the line because of it, transform what would be a C plus match into a triple A plus, must see, world changing event.
Let us be honest. The three of you. Look amongst yourselves. Look right and look left. Who wants to see any combination of you three in the middle of that ring for anything more valuable than the carbon monoxide that your shabby lungs exhale.
Bonnie Blue verse Noble Savage. Perhaps it would be watchable if the winner sucked my toes. Aside from that, Bonnie Blue and by extension, pitiful Noble Savage couldn't sell out an area with free beer, free tickets and topless mud wrestling.
Alex Richards has to refund an entire area if he’s gonna ‘perform’, quotations. Loosely. I would not call what Alex Richards does in a match to be any kind of wrestling or entertainment. More like an autistic smallmouth bass flopping around on a rock suffering from an epileptic seizure.
The WCF loyal pay to see me.
They have all come to see history and this Symphony of Destruction.
Chapter I: Armor of Blood and Gold
Lyfort, Denmark. The Gold Room
The floor was hardwood. Stained and finished. The walls were covered with plaques, trophy cases and championships. Odin Balfores trophy room has seen consistent additions for the past two decades, longer than what most wrestlers call a ‘career.’ It is always humorous when wrestlers, three, four, five years of ‘matches’ totaling a scant four hours of bell to bell ring time call themselves hall of fame wrestlers or even worse, best in the world, or worse still, legends.
The word sat in Odins stomach like roiling acid. It would make him sick if he didnt refuse to give those weak minded fools the satisfaction. Odin walked around the room, tapping on the walls, feelings the memories as if they just happened yesterday. Even this year alone for anyone would mark a hall of fame career; not for him though. For Odin Balfore, this was just another day, another week, another Pay Per View, another ONE. There is twenty years of accomplishments and there will easily be ten more. Ten more years of the Bad Mother Fucker. The All Father stops for a moment, turns and speaks his mind.
“ For decades, I have amassed dozens of championships that continue to build to this day with those three new yearly awards; Championships forged in blood that I wear as armor. I have gone into battle everyweek for twenty years with these championships. I am the most decorated wrestler in WCF history. There has been no one with as many years under their belt or have the kind of success that I have. In the concept of WCF, I am top five. The only problem with this is that everyone ahead of me is no longer active, they are no longer around. I am the only one still on the grind, still doing time and still doing it on a scale that far exceeds anyone elses drive.
I have not been in the ONE main event in a long time, seven years; to be exact. Seven long years ago and I remember it like it happened this morning.
I was world champion.
Stop me if you heard this one before.
I was world champion.
Corey Black was the knocked kneed, limp dicked challenger that I powerbombed into a viking wanabe paste just the month before.. Wait for it… at Payback.
So here I am, at ONE, not even a year into my already unpresidented career in WCF, facing off against the biggest star it has to offer, on an absolute tear. Killing everything in my path.
Again, stop me if this sounds familar to you because it sounds awfully familar to me.
We square off for MY WCF Championship. Everything was going good until everything went wrong.
You see, I was a threat to the status. With me around, that just meant that everyone would have to work ten times harder just to get ahead.
I can see that Teo Del Sol has already logged out of this story.
No one wanted me as champion because with me as champion, no one else would be. It was the story of 2011 and what do you know, its the story of 2018. So it is within the best interest of the talent, not the company to ensure that I did not walk out of ONE as world heavyweight champion.
Corey Black was my opponent. Torture was the ref. The entire match was an orchestrated hit job to ensure that I would no longer be a threat to the way things were. It took Seth, Corey, Price and Torture to try and protect what they built.
Fast Forward seven years. I am what they built. I’m here continuing on, forging ahead, getting that stank taste of 2017 out of everyone's mouth and giving them that sweet minty taste of the way things should be. Odin Balfore as world champion. Back then, they didnt know that I was the guy they would come to depend on time and time again to save this very company. No one can make that claim but me. They did not know that as bad as things would get, that I was the best thing about it and without me, well, you saw what the company was like in the past few years - gasping and dying until I came back and rescued it from the bankruptcy. Then everyone has the gall to think that I have a chip on my shoulders, as if I’m a nobody in this company. Time and time again I have stated that without me there would be no WCF.
So, look at where we are now. I may not be champion by name but I am still champion by right and legacy. Here I am surrounded in my armor of blood and gold going against three worthless challengers who just like CD and Price and Torture, don’t want me to be champion because I am a threat.
First, gross I’m even comparing Alex Richards to anything more than the festering trash heap than he really is.
Bonnie Blue still isnt half the woman that Price is and Noble Savage is nothing more than a scared little twat parading around in wrestling boots. I think the Price comparison is warranted in that regard. However, in a strange shadowing of fate, I find myself in a similar position. No one wants me here, I should not be here. I should just fuck off and die already.
Too bad for you Guardian fuccbois, Ol Dirty aint going no where. Too bad for you fuccboi my armor of blood and gold protects me from your unstable faggotry. A month ago you were all friends, what happened; you all fucked off and that you were all better than the sum of your pathetic little parts. Bonnie Blue got lured in by the Jay Rabid Kool-aide and Alex Richards got a record two wins in some throw away matches and thinks that he has a claim to the WCF Championship. Noble Savage is the only one with a legitimate challengers claim to my championship.The only one that should take the beating and the pin fall, however, the Guardians think that history will ignore them and their stable will be triumphant against me. “
Odin pulls out a loosely bound stack of papers labeled ‘ THE PLOT’ in big, bold letters, flips through it.
“I don’t know. I just don’t see it in here. Nope. not anywhere.”
Odin throws the script on the ground.
“It seems that all ya’ll mother fuckers have lost the god damned plot if you think the shitty Guardians tag team plus Noble Savage is going to stand in my way of Ultimate Victory at ONE for what will be my record tying SIXTH WCF CHAMPIONSHIP. “
Odin pulls out another stack of papers labeled ‘ THE SCRIPT.’ Then a pair of reading glasses.
“Sorry, gotta pull these out. Its hard for a man as accomplished as myself to read such dreary and miniscule achievements. I’m sure this will just be riveting. Lets see here.. Bonnie Blue…Bonnie.. Ah yes,
Bonnie Blue: one time WCF Tag Team Champion, one time Hardcore Champion.. One time World champion. One notable feud with Odin Balfore.
So, Bonnie Blue, a C- talent at best, I mean absolute best. Three total championships to her credit and one notable feud, only notable because its with me. WOW..”
Odin pitty claps as he looks around his room full of his lifes work and remarks with sarcasm.
“Impressive. Here, lets move onto Alex Richards whos oddly enough the more accomplished of the guardians.”
Alex Richards: Two time people's champion, Trios Champion, one time Internet, Hardcore Champion.
So that's a C+ talent, gunning for my WCF Championship. Wow. just wow. Then there is Noble Savage, winner of WAR. That's actually something but its hard to make it mean something if that's all you done. Once again, I’ll call that a C-. I’ll call it what it is. I’m going into battle with a bunch of unproven scrubs, and yes, you are all a bunch of low card scrubs. If not
Tell me that I’m wrong. I’ll be right here in my massive trophy room, waiting. I’ll be waiting for the day that Alex Richards accomplishes a feat all on his own that doesnt end with: ‘ and then Zombie McMorris did it better.’ Or Bonnie Blue, when it doesnt end with: ‘And then nobody actually gave a shit.’
Or Noble Savage when it doesnt end with: ‘Turns out, it didnt even matter.’
NOble Savage, Wins WAR, turns out, it didnt even matter. She did nothing with it. She let Alex Richards and Bonnie Blue, walk right over here.
The Guardians. Wow, can you believe it?
The fucking Guardians. How fucking shameful. Just imagine what I’m going to do to you at ONE. The only man in the event with experience in it, whos used to being ganged up on and people not wanting him as champion.
Yah, stop if you’ve heard this story before. Just let me tell you that it doesnt end well for any of you. At ONE I’ll be coming for you three with my armor of blood and gold and unlike you three, I don’t mind being covered it in again to get what I want.
History is on my side. The present is on my side and the future is on my side. Trust me when I tell you that I will leave ONE as the six time WCF Champion. I’m going to show the world that there is no comparing them against me. Them verse the real God of WCF, the Apex Alpha, the Bad Mother Fucker..
And there aint a damn thing that the Guardians or Noble Savage can fucking do to stop it. The Battles coming. Better get your armor
Futile to resist.
You know why I have come.
Futile to resist.
The battle is.. Already won
Chapter II: Some Kind of Hero
I often find myself trapped between the betterment of my two natures. The Villain of the Story and this ever rising hero that refuses to fall, bow, bend or break for anyone or anything. I suppose that every villain is some kind of hero and every hero is some kind of monster. For years I’ve been the rallying point for fans, a constant that they can depend on and a beacon of disaster for those that dare step into my ring. Its funny though, for years there have been many, litteral hundreds of people who thought that they could step into WCF and be ‘the one’ to disrupt my symphony of destruction.
We could start naming names but they’d be crossed off father than you could finish.
The Johnny Flys, the Sarah Twilights, the ICE Beckmens, the Brent Alpines, the Thomas Bates, the SJWs, the Joey Flashes, the Jared Holmes, the Stuart Slanes, the list goes on. The one thing they all have in common is that they aint here, they aint me and they havent created that lasting impact that I have made. No one in the grand scheme of history is going to remember these people. Maybe two. Three, if fate is fortunate and kind. I am not so kind nor am I so fortunate to my opponents. My career has shown that. The Guardians career has not, except for the fact that they are some half way decent midcard act that might generate some buzz but outside of that, their careers have not amounted to anything that could be called main event level. Certainly not Legendary status that I have attained in my first six months.
Noble Savage, the jury's still out on you. Nice WAR win. Too bad you couldn’t couple that with the title win along the way. Id say that you got one over on me but so didnt Alex, so that aint sayin too much except for the fact that this is the biggest match of all of your careers. For me, this is Monday night. For me, this is the thrill. I have no doubts or questions in myself or my abilities. The rest of you can wallow in how this is the biggest night you could ever image.
You made it to the dance. Now its time you pay the fucking band. Now its time you paid me. Pay tribute to me and my awesome power.; power that you all know that you havent even begun to see. You all have yet to truely realize what you are caught between. I know that you all want to attain your dreams but we all know that's all they will ever be. Just dreams.
Just shitty pieces of little fan fiction that you write in your punny little skulls at night. Don’t worry though, I’ll rescue you from the very nightmare that I’m about to bring upon you; that's just the kind of hero that I am. When you stare me down at ONE, trying to intimidate the seven foot tall Bad Mother Fucker, know that I’m just standing there laughing at you because unlike all of you. I know how this night ends. I know how history unfolds. Do you honestly think that Bonnie has what it takes to defend that WCF Championship; with her heart racing. With it pounding on her ear drums, begging to be let out. The krackling of her bones when she tries to make a fist. The labored breath as she inhales gasoline that burns every fiber of her being. The nagging question of can she do it.
Can Bonnie Blue defend MY WCF World Championship at ONE or will she be forced to relinquish it back to its rightful owner; more of a hypothetical. We all know the answer. The other two in the match just hope its them over me. Its sad, really; to be THAT Naive. Yah, I’m that kind of hero. Some kind of hero. The WCF World Champion.
The kind that WCF needs.
Chapter III: Thank You Wells Fargo
Wells Fargo Center. Conference room.
* The conference room was packed with media, as well as Area and WCF officials. Among them is Shannon Lerch, sister of Seth Lerch, Corey Black, a begrudged Jay Price and Odin Balfore. Missing from this line up, without surprise is Bonnie Blue, who could not be bothered to attend this event because that's ‘not what world champions do.’ Odin is still laughing on the inside when he heard that. This was not some fan access event, no, this was a dedication. It is a thank you from Wells Fargo to WCF. Among the arena officials from Comcast Spectator, Flyers GM, Chuck Fletcher and Elton Brand for the 76’ers. Mayor Jim Kenny is also there too, to honor the celebration. In fact, Mr. Kenny is at the pulpit right now to address the crowd. *
“Ladies, gentlemen, esteemed members of Comcast and the GMs of their respective teams; tonight we honor and commemorate a new yet familiar face into these halls. For years, Wrestling Championship Federation has been hosting their events for two decades in Reading at their very own area but for the two past years we here have been hostin their biggest event - ONE. Wells Fargo honors the Flyers, the 76’ers, we honor Villanova and tonight we honor the WCF, not just for allowing us to host ONE but for all the events that we have hosted and to stay true to motto of brotherhood. Here on behalf of her Brother, Seth Lerch is his sister Shannon.”
The room applauds as Shannon stands up and takes her place to speak.
“Thank you.” She says to Mayor Kenny. “If I’m sure if my brother could make it, he would love to be here and to see all of this. He would love to see what WCF has grown into and that you all fine people have chosen to induct WCF into the Wells Fargo family. We here at WCF have always seen Wells Fargo as the big brother of our little area in Reading. We have always had a strong relationship, business wise. I feel as though WCF is gaining a new home and it couldnt come at a better time. ONE is going to be very special this year and I’m glad that everyone here could be a part of it. ON behalf of my brother and WCF, thank you for this honor. “
The room applauded again as Shannon takes her seat and Odin Balfore takes to the microphone.
“This has been a long time coming. Wells Fargo has played hosted to many WCF events in the past and for two years in a row has played host to ONE. Corey Black and I headlined ONE in this very building many years ago and now I get to do it again in just a few short days. Bonnie Blue was supposed to be here but shes off being a ‘champion,” the ‘ face that runs the place.’ those are nothing more than cute little phrases from a person that truly does not understand what being a world champion means. The person who started that quest is not the same person that finished it. Either way, at ONE, I will be the one to put her out of her misery. We are here tonight to Honor WCF and everything that it has accomplished over its eighteen year history. Wells Fargo will be selling merch and creating a dedicated wing to WCFl if only Bonnie Blue shared such dedication. Everything that her father did and everything shes been through. It will be nothing compared to what I’m going to do to her at ONE and get my WCF Championship back. The rage that is building up inside of me, the fire that I have, the drive to gain back what is mine and continue to push this company forward will not be silenced by some loose tart with a shiny new trinket that she got on loan. All she is doing is keeping it warm for me and my return so that in one months time everyone can cry that I am champion but no one is tough enough to come and take it from me. They all complain that I get too many shots when I’m the only one willing to take them. I’m the only one that's here, putting in the work. Make no mistake about it, I’m one pissed off Asgardian and I’m coming for my revenge.
Noble Savage, this supposed rising star in WCF has done absolutely nothing since winning war. She won Hellination and that helped her - how? She could have had a one on one moment with the greatest living legend in WCF, the Apex Alpha but no, she had to feel like her voice mattered. It doesnt. Now instead of a one on one its a fatal four way and baby, Lucille is thirsty. At one this rising star will just crumble at Earth when shes screaming my name, begging me to stop the unrelenting beatings. Noble Savage, just another WCF hopeful that's been given the reigns only to do nothing with them. SJW and Jay Omega would like to have a word with you. At ONE your failures will have something in common. All this potential in the world and then that little lamb just got silenced. Its a sad fact but one that I saw miles and months away. I knew that star was going to fizzle out. It was just a matter of time and at one, her time is up.
Then theres Alex Richards. Hes the one jobber, you know the type, does nothing forever, piggy backs off slightly better wrestlers, contributes nothing, does nothing, comes away with two flukes and now thinks that he has what it takes to be a world champion when his entire body of work proves otherwise. Heres an idea, lets take a guy who's really good at being completely irrelevant and forgettable and lets put him in a world title match so that the world can ultimately forget about his dumb ass, again. This is the dude that's going to eat the pin. Correction. They’re all going to eat the pin when I ragnarok each and everyone of them, stack the bodies high and stand tall. Just as I always have. Beating me and Savage to get into this match does not make up for his literal lifetime of failure in WCF and other promotions. He has not truly earned or deserved the spot that he has but he’ll earn that Burning Hammer that I’m going to give him.
This year ONE is main evented by a star that never took off, a gibbering oaf that never made anything of himself, a test tube baby and the Apex Alpha of WCF. Its a mismatch and travesty of what a ONE main event should be; ruined by the Guardians. Saved by me and my Symphony of Destruction, in the wake of Ragnarok. I thank you all for wanting to be apart of WCF and what we brought to PA but what I’m about to bring to WCF is going to be criminal.
So I have Spoken. So it shall come to pass.
Chapter IV: Symphony of Destruction
The violence is sweet. My career is filled with it. It is filled with broken bones and shattered careers. Everyone thinks that they can blindly step to me on the biggest stage of them until they realize that its no place for them to be. These three delusional fools that come to me in challenge for my WCF championship are only proven to be flashes of dim light skipping across the night sky. So lets talk about ONE. lets talk about the night that they are all waiting for. The Night that Odin Balfore came home to Wells Fargo. Three lost souls wander on by, to get fucking rinsed by the Norse God. That's what ONE is about. Its not about them proving to themselves that they belong here or in that ring or have a rightful claim to my WCF Championship. No. ONE is about Odin fucking Balfore, the Bad Mother Fucker, clean sweeping through WCFs ‘best talent’ once again to claim a record tying 6th WCF Championship. Its not about a couple of fuccbois or fuccgirls trying to have a feel good moment. There are no feel good moments in wcf. Just my symphony of destruction. They dont realize that the match is a fatal fourway. No rules. Just victory. I understand they’ll play to keep me down and away but baby, Lucille is thirsty and I’m going to make sure she gets what she wants. I’m to bounce those steel steps off their heads and put their weak bodies through tables. I’m going to upend the ring and crush them under it. A fitting end. To be crushed and pinned down by the very thing that think that they can control.
That's my ring and at ONE I’m going to bury them under it. I have buried every stable that has tried to challenge me and the Guardians will be no different. They will suffer at my hands as I impose my will and my fury onto them. Choke slaming them out of the ring, throwing them into the crowd. Wrapping Alex Richards bald head around the ring post and watching him suffocate on his own blood and brain fluid. Noble Savages little push to is going to come to an abrupt and savage end - pun intended. I’m going to rag doll her and hit suplex after suplex and jackhammer after jackhammer till she can no longer stand. Then theres Bonnie Blue. Bonnie Blue who had to give me everyone elses finisher but her own because she doesnt have what it takes on her own to finish me off. This was a mistake for you but its too late. The music has already started. I’m going to hit her so roaring elbow after roaring elbow till her face is a bloody mess. I’m going to Powerbomb her till the concrete floor cracks and gives way. They alone are responsible for the carnage and only I am going to walk away from all this unscratched and with the championship around my waist.
The musics playing. Now its time to pay the band
And suck my dick.