Real Champions Strike First ( WAR rp 1 )
Sept 19, 2017 22:11:57 GMT -5
Seth, Alex Richards, and 5 more like this
Post by Odin Balfore on Sept 19, 2017 22:11:57 GMT -5
Prologue: Emergence of the Se7en Gawd
Date: 10/02/2016
Event: WAR 15
The All Father had been a force of change in WCF. Oh yes, in all his years, a force for change. From his unprecedented arrival in Wrestling Championship Federation in the spring of 2011 to his waton destruction of the company that summer to rise of his glorious WCF world championship reign in the autumn – to WAR 15. The All Father had been a force that predicted and created devastating change. The All Father swept through Madison Square Garden with the goal of making his mark once again on Wrestling Championship Federation and so, he did because his Will is Law.
The outcome: seven eliminations in that match and the record for all time eliminations.
The All Father had earned himself a new moniker, the Se7en God. He took the previous record of six and scratched it out with his mighty paws. As if the All Father could not extend his legendary career in WCF, he did just that. Not only does he hold those records, his plans are to continue that path of destruction as WAR BALFORE marches towards WAR 16 and the continuation of both his record and more importantly his legacy.
1. El Mideo Extremo
2. Eric Wright
3. Ryan Blake
4.Logan
5. Brad Kane
6. Jay Price
7. Cormac MacNeill
8. Brian Paine
9. Jaice Wilds
10.Steve Orbit
11. Bruno Armstrong
12. Crazy J
13. FPV
14. Salem Shepard
While no individual appears twice on this list that will soon change as notable legends have fallen this is God of WAR. The All Father has competed in four WAR matches, WAR 16 will be his fifth and most glorious, barbaric and impressive performance to date. The very fact that in four matches he has broken records and bones stands testament to his skill and taste for destruction. While the All Father is most noted for his single minded nature and positive attitude, the WAR match consumes the All Father and his quest for total domination of the event. It is a quest that begins on January 1st, 2017. The All Father is kind enough to allow the crop of 2016 rookies to gain their knowledge and experience for the All Father to use against them. Their strength is also their greatest weakness; one that will be exploited in full by the All Father for the greatest of goals:
* continue his record number of eliminations
* break his own record for ‘in match’ eliminations to 8 or higher
* Win WAR 16
These are by no means stretch goals or wishful thinking. These are all very obtainable benchmarks that the All Father will grasp with his own hands. It is just a matter of the All Father making the appearance and collaborating the calamity of chaos. It is the simple fact that the All Father will, with absolute certainly, once again claim the rightful ownership of the event and that coveted ‘top spot’ in WCF. Truthfully, a legends legacy is never written in stone. It is written in the blood of those who dare to carve over it.
Ready or Not…
__________________________________________
Scene One: The Norse God Between Him
Lyfefort, Denmark. April, 2017
The raves, the parties, the joy – had slowly dissipated from Lyfefort over time. The towering castle grew dark and cold. It no longer had the life that it once had. It was of large solid stone that only the All Father could assemble. It could be seen from Defthfort, Corey Blacks iconic castle. The palpable disturbance could be felt from Defthfort, a quarter mile away. Perturbed anguish jolted through the surrounding landscape like a thunderclap but inside, The All Father was brooding. He sat in a large stone chair. Tall back, high arms. Darkness surrounded the All Father. It kept him miserable company alone in the dark. He rested his pointed elbows against the Elder tree table, a table that yielded and splintered into powder under the sheer weight of the All Fathers arms. For months, tempest thoughts have been brewing in the All Fathers mind. Deep contemplation on the events involving his former best friend, that traitorous swine, Bobby Cairo causes the All Father to whisper in the darkness but those words are all too clear.
The All Father: Bobby Cairo; you swine. You inferior tangle of worms and lies. You attached yourself to me as a leech, a vampire and a stray mutt. I elevated you to places you have never been; such is the majesty of the All Father. However it was you that brought me here to this –most bottomless of times. However, the world has not forgotten about me. I have not forgotten about me. You – indeed the world has forgotten about you. They have forgotten because you are soft and weak. You allow such things because you know deep down in your black, lifeless soul that you are a fraud. What is worse is that you are a fraud in need of a savior. You appealed to my good nature, as shallow as it was and attempted to expoilt it so that you could have one final gasp at success in our business.
I am done with you, Robert Cairo. I am done with your deceit. I did not need you. You needed me and when you were done, you attempted to cast me aside like all your other so called ‘friends.’ However, you forget that the All Father has stood tall before you and without you. Moreover, The All Father can do such things again.
This was a crown, burdened, but by what, only the All Father knows. The All Father looks up, twisting his neck; turning his up and to the right. He spies his fireplace and mantle. The WCF World Heavyweight Championship rests upon it. Leather strapping, Gold plating with a custom diamond inlay he had custom ordered. The All Father closes his eyes and exhales; sending himself into a flashback.
Odin grabs D-Day, and sets him up for the Mark of Odin.
Kyle Steel: Mark of Odin! Mark of Odin! He hits it!
Ed Kowalczyk: ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!! –NO!! KICKOUT!!
Zach Davis: What?!? I thought that was it for sure!
Odin gets to his feet, furious. He glares at the referee, who holds up two fingers to show a two-count. Odin holds up three fingers, and Ed Kowalczyk shakes his head ‘no’. Odin turns back around and back to D-Day... In time to be caught by a kick to the leg. D-Day hits another strong kick, and another, and another, and finally one that connects with Odin’s face, right between the eyes.
Kyle Steel: D for Destruction! Odin stumbles back into the ropes, but somehow doesn’t fall over!
Odin bounces off the ropes, and D-Day scoops him up onto his shoulders, an impressive display of strength to lift the over three-hundred pounder. He falls backwards.
Zach Davis: DEAD AND FORGOTTEN!
Kyle Steel: It’s all over! D-Day retains! D-Day retains!
Ed Kowalczyk: ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!! –NO!! KICKOUT!!!
A collective gasp from the Deruty fans in the audience, as well as both Kyle and Zach. D-Day sits up in disbelief, and wipes his brow.
Zach Davis: Or not, Kyle! Somehow, Odin Balfore kicked out!
D-Day gets to his feet, and bends down to grab Odin. ODIN’S HAND CATCHES D-DAY AROUND THE THROAT! Odin sits up, his hand wrapped around D-Day’s throat. He keeps that grip as he gets to his feet.
Kyle Steel: RAGNAROK! Odin hits the Ragnarok!
As Day falls to the canvas after the chokebreaker, Odin grabs his head, and tucks it between his knees. He raises both hands into the air, and roars loudly, as the crowd starts to boo. We all know what’s coming next.
Zach Davis: D-Day goes up! And D-Day comes down! MARK OF ODIN!
Kyle Steel: There’s NO WAY! D-Day’s done.
Ed Kowalczyk: ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
D-DAY HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
< DING-DING-DING! >
Kyle Steel: ODIN BALFORE HAS WON IT! WE HAVE A NEW WCF WORLD CHAMPION!
Kowalczyk hands Odin Balfore the World Heavyweight Championship, and he climbs the turnbuckle, holding the belt high above his head with both hands, letting out a roar in victory as the entire WCF looks on the seven-footer. The show goes off the air to the image of Odin Balfore holding his title.
The great All Father opens his eyes. They settle upon the championship, un-clouding themselves from memory. The Championship is still there.
The All Father is still there.
The Norse God is still there.
WAR BALFORE, IS STILL THERE.
The All Father uses his palms to pick himself up by the edges of the table. He walks and turns into the THICK of the darkness for one last time – for he will be slave to it no more.
The All Father reemerged from that darkness, down in the light of his basement, a fully furnished gym. Wide, bright and full. A twenty by twenty wrestling ring stood proudly in the middle. It was time to go back to work. Clad in MMA gear, the All Father pulled his greying hair back into a ponytail and set out to work. He started on a large blue heavy bag. It was stripped horizontally with black bands and weighed a thousand pounds. The All Father cracked his neck, rolled his shoulders and got to work on his striking.
Right jab – 100 times
left jab – 100 times
Right / Left hooks – 500 times.
The immense strength of the All Father is unchallenged by all of humanity. The heavy bag shook and danced around its specialized support beam as the All Father honed his strikes. When this was completed he moved to his speed bags, one for power, speed and conditioning. This was going to be a long road but the All Father had driven it many times before.
Remember, when you are pushed – killin’ is as easy as breathing. And the All Father is still breathing.
_________________________________________
Scene Two: The Fire Inside
Lyfefort, Denmark. 28th of June, 2017
It has been two months. The All Father has spent twelve hours a day, six days a week, getting himself back in peak physical shape. This physical, brutal, chiseled Odin Balfore has not been seen since 2012. The All Father was muscular and defined. He had the cardio that allowed him to move like someone a hundred plus pounds lighter than him. Now it was time to put it to the test. The All Father stepped into his reinforced ring, dancing around it at first like dipping his toe into the water. However, now is not the time to dip anything but instead to go full hilt. He took a deep breath and hit the ropes.
He ran rope drills for an hour minutes.
He did five hundred flat back bumps.
He crossed the ring with power lunges till his legs bled gasoline.
If the great All Father winded himself from superhuman strain, he would look up to the rafter, to banners of his accomplishments, WCF being among his proudest. His time there was among his most treasured. When the All Father was done he laid on his back in the middle of the ring and looked up at his banner accomplishments as if they were stars in the sky. Quickly he realized that they were not far off twinkles of the past, burning out millions of miles away but very real and attainable goals.
The All Father: Before me are the robes and wreathes. The crowns and coronations of my illustrious career. As I state up at the satin drapery, a testament of my career, I am no longer satisfied with it. I am in a four way tie for eleventh. I am in company with Jeff Purse – disgusting and D-day; absolutely nauseating. I allowed my more passive and humorous nature to get the better of me while the WAR toiled within, waiting for its time to shine once again. I am no longer complacent to where my name rests in the annuls of WCF. I am a pillar of WCF, the unbreakable bedrock on which it stands. One nation under the Norse God; one nation nourished by my blood, sweat and tears.
The All Father looks off to his left, eyeing his respective WAR accomplishments. Seven single match eliminations and fourteen overall. Tied for second most entries, third on most time spent in the match.
The All Father: Bah. Such paltry numbers. So meager in its ambition. I can do better. I will do better.
The All Father gets to his feet. He walks over to the ropes and rests his arms against them.
The All Father: It is time to go back. It is time that the All Father show WCF that WAR BALFORE is as it always was – the most dominating force in WCF.
Stepping over the ropes and out of the ring, the All Father heads towards a changing room, tucked away in the back. He emerges moments later with a large duffle bag as he walks back across the room, towards the exit.
________________________________
Scene Three: What do You Say to the Stranger Within?
Defthfort, Denmark. July, 2017.
The All Father walked the quarter mile from his castle to Corey Blacks. He was dressed in fine suit and shoes. He had luggage in toe; luggage that would sit by the door of Corey Blacks mighty abode. The All Father and the King of Wrestlers sat in a sunken living space. It was standard for Corey Black but cramped for the All Father. However, the All Father didn’t complain, he didn’t bat an eye at the situation; he just sat there across from Corey and sipped at his cup of coffee. Corey Black was never one to have visitors, as not many people brave the Nordic cold but he was happy to see the All Father stop by.
King of Wrestlers: Whats up with the suit? Are you going further north for the winter? Do you have business to attend to in that island nation of yours? I mean, you can just drop the keys in the mail box, I’ll make sure Nikki collects your mail.
The All Father takes a sip of coffee and saviors its rich, dark and bold flavor.
The All Father: I’ll be going on a trip but not up north.
King of Wrestlers: Going to find Cairo, then?
The All Father: I am done with him. It is time I get back to doing what I’m good at.
King of Wrestlers: You should have told me before you dropped by; I would have had Nikki put the plastic over the furniture.
The All Father: Thinking about going back to the WCF. My contract expired a few months ago and Seth and I couldn’t agree on the terms.
King of Wrestlers: So, what are the terms?
The All Father: He doesn’t know; I haven’t talked to him yet.
King of Wrestlers: Sweet.
The All Father: But im considering WAR.
King of Wrestlers: You killed it last year.
The All Father: And I intend to kill it again this year.
King of Wrestler: Honestly, the field is much thinner. I’m sure you Thickness stuff will kill it.
The All Father: I’m not talking about THICKNESS. I’m talking about old school, WAR BALFORE.
The King of Wrestler ponders this for a moment.
King of Wrestlers: 2011, WAR Balfore?
The All Father: I’ve been training for two months. Truthfully, I suspect its overkill but that’s what I do best. I murder anyone in the way of my goals. I have a few months before WAR and I’m in more than enough fighting shape to back hand anyone in that ring. If there is truly anyone currently in WCF who can stand in my way, then please, let him show is face.
The All Father looks down at his coffee and sees his reflection fading and swirling into the mug.
The All Father: There is not a soul in WCF that can match my power, skill or craftsmanship in that ring with me. Do you think I have no watched the talent? I know the talent, I’ve seen the talent. You forget that I helped every single one of them. There are many *MANY* careers in WCF that would not even exist without my direct influence that even to entertain such a thought would be the greatest joke ever told; Much in the same vein as the jokes that the roster will tell about me when they hear about my entry. They speak as though I have no heard such things for the duration of my career. They will call me old – scathing. They will call me washed up – trembling. They will tell me things that *THEY* need to tell themselves so that they can ‘compete’ in this match but I can see it in your eyes- the self-proclaimed King of the Wrestlers that what you gaze upon right now – has no equal in that ring. You know better than anyone else that there is no competing with WAR BALFORE, there is just survival; if I let you.
These men, if you could call it that – in the loosest terms of male stature. I have seen this before – you have seen this before and you know where it all leads. These Rooks are all talk and no substance. Even now there are ‘world champions’ that stamp there foot and complain much in the way that children do. Show me the legitimacy of a champion in twenty seventeen and I shall show you a God. I have seen a group of guys and a group of guys burning with the fires of malcontent. It would be admirable if it were not so pathetic. Allow me to elaborate, Corey. As is it stands right now, there is no true main event world champion but a title holder. To me, he is not even a paper champion. To me, he is lower than that. I have seen him. I have seen his *BIG*a talk; if you can call it that – to which I do not. I know big talk. I know big – powerful – important talk that makes everyone stand up and listen. Such was not the case with this *CHAMPION.* I have witnessed enough of this egregious display to know that it takes someone like me to rescue a company that does not know it needs saving because the savior is a man drowning in his own undeserved ego.
Although, I can hear it now, how I am just an old broken down man looking for *X.* Well, to be truthfully, I would not be here id present champions did their jobs as champions but as you expected – There are such low levels of championship material as there has ever been. What I am going to do at WAR is not just *RETURN.* although, my pay day will be bigger than what present world champions make in the past two years. I do not need the money, Corey Black; same as you. Realistically I never needed the money since before I even walked into WCF. I wrestle because it’s who I am, deep down on the inside, which is more than I can say for the majority of *TALENT* in WCF. I do this for the enjoyment and the satisfaction. I do not do it because it is a cross over from other interest. I do not do this as an outlet for some rage or aggression. I do this because it is who I am. This is not about seeing if I can – I know I can. This is not about testing *IF* I can go – I know it. There is no, how far or how long because the answer is - ALL THE WAY.
WAR is fast approaching. The winner gets a world title shot. I get a world title guaranteed around my waist. If there is anyone in the that locker room who can look at me with a straight face and tell me that there is no such thing as a guarantee, then they do not know who they are speaking too. If there is one thing in WCF that is a guarantee, it is that WAR BALFORE in this current WCF setting is the biggest, baddest name in the entire federation. The one thing that I am is a historic wrestler. History is made when I step through those ropes. Come September, history will be made again. I am dead set to win WAR and extent the records that I have made. Unlike everyone in WAR, I have no records to chase because I am those records. If anyone has anything foolish to say about WAR BALFORE, all they need to do is look at last year. Last year is a precursor to this year and this year I am that much more motivated for victory. Complete, dominate and guaranteed. I have history on my side, Corey. No one in this match can say the same about it. That is the different. Everyone else, the *champions,* the challengers, the guys in the back sniffing paint because that’s how boring they are to watch- they all have to look inward and ask that stranger within them all. They have to ask if they can do it; get it done and overcome six long years of history. The Answer is no. Plain and simple. When it comes as asking that inner stranger if you can match up toe to toe against WAR BALFORE, your shadow takes a fucking walk – over the top rope. Your ego takes a fall from Ragnarok and your body eats a pin. Then you, all of them in this match will be just another statistic to history. Corey, I am telling you just as I will be telling all of them, when this is all said and done, WAR BALFORE will be standing tall at the end of WAR with new records in place and another piece of history to my name. WAR sixteen winner.
The King of Wrestlers strokes his beard and reflects on all that he just heard.
King of Wrestlers: That is exciting to hear. Certainly it is an interesting prospect. Personally, I’d love to see it again in WCF. I think it is no secret that I am not fond of the way that things have been going and I feel that you’re involvement again in WCF could be an Earth shaking event.
The All Father: It is beyond Earth shaking, it is shattering; it is world destroying. WAR coming is something that everyone gets excited for because everyone else thinks that they can win but last year, coming off of being inactive- I made everyone take notice. We went through that KODM and everyone looked around and said that Odin Balfore still has it. I never lost it. Its just the fact that I am not here to fuck around and play games anymore. Everyone in WCF who snickered that Odin Balfore was this old time- long past – non consequential legend – is very, very real. Then WAR came around and I showed myself that the focus needed to be re-tweaked. Now I’m done with that Cairo bullshit. I’m not allowing myself to be lead around to please the fans. They either take enjoyment in the All Father goes out there and beats the roster bloody or they don’t. Truthfully, of they don’t then I’ll rip them out of their seats and smash their skulls in. Corey, take it in now, et a good look because you are sitting in the presence of the next WCF world champion. I’ll walk in WAR and I’ll walk out with that guaranteed world title. ONE is just a formality to inevitable facts. I would suggest that everybody gets used to it.
The King of Wrestlers: Me too, Balfore. Me too.
______________________________________
Scene Four: New WAR, New Gear
Rome.
There was a small tailor in Rome that the Al Father knew for a few years now. He delt in high end, hand made fashion. Ennio Depalla was an eighty year old man, lean and slow but he still worked everyday and stitched every stitch just like he did when he was young. Ennio supplied all of the All Fathers suits he thought this would be a good place to get some new gear. The All Father walked in wearing a black and white pin striped suite and gold tie. Ennio smiles from behind the counter as he greets his friend in a thick accent.
Ennio: Odin, my friend. Nice to see you. Very much. Nice to see you. What can I do for you?
The All Father strolls him and rests his forearms on the glass counter across from Ennio.
The All Father: Ennio, I’m looking to go back to work and I need some new clothes.
Ennio: Suits? More suits? You just bought ten from new the other month. Why you need – ah, more suits?
The All Father: I don’t need suits, I need new wrestling gear and I figured that you would be able to help me. My old gear is worn and tired. I’m looking for something like MMA shorts and eight ounce gloves, can you help me?
Ennio: Of course. It’ll take me a few weeks but I can help you.
The All Father: I have a few weeks. I’m looking for black with gold trim and the words “WAR BALFORE.”
Ennio: si,si. I can do. I’ll make you shorts and gloves so beautiful and rich that even the god Apollo himself would come down to Earth and weep like a baby.
The All Father: Thank you.
Ennio: You are welcome.
_________________________________________
Scene Five: That Garbage Tier
For all of you out there, don’t get tooo fucking exceited. This is that Garbage tier list of drop outs that aint going to last more than a couple of minutes. Greg St. Matthews, Hank Herron, Leon Hayze, Bomber, Agimat, Bryan Devlin, Tanner Tall, Derrick Tuff, Johnny Alpha, Matthew Drake, Taylor Wright, Trey Carter, Ainsley Ivanovic, William the Behemoth and SJW.
Yah, you, SJW. You fucking trash level scrub lord fucking dick suckin’ nobody. You might be workin that shaft real fuckin hard right now but lets face it – You a jobber champion if I ever saw one. And I saw your fucking whore of a mother on a street corner the other day trying to give a hand job with an oven mitt. Fucking shameful. But don’t get your shit lord dick holster in a twist just yet cuz you aint the only edge lord I gotta knock around in this match.
All the guys I mentioned are brand fucking new and let me tell you all right now – you have a better chance that I get drunk, fall asleep and miss this match completely than you do of eliminating me or even winning this match. So you all better wake the fuck up from that dream right fucking now and face the fucking truth. WAR BALFORE is going to skull fuck the lot of you at the same damn time. I don’t care what your number is, even if you already been eliminated I’ll drag you all out from the back and power bomb you mother fuckers to the center of the fucking Earth. At least then when you all cry to Seth about actually getting buried but hey, it was at the hands of a damn legend – so your mother fucking welcome.
For every single one of you and yes, even you, Warwick, this will be the highlight of your career. Nice belt you got there; did you salvage it from the fucking Turk and Calicos Wrestling league after Irma went and wrekt its collective shit? Just fucking strolling through the dirt piles of your fucking life because it’s the one god forsaken place that makes you feel better. Hel, I don’t blame you or anyone else in this match. Once Toys R’ Us closes in a month, all you dudes can be WCF Alpha and Omega champions. Hell, you can even organize a tournament to be world champion. That’s what you’ll need to do if’n you want to be important because that shit aint happening at WAR. All of you will be after thoughts when I hit Ragnarok and throw your corpses to the wind. There is more than enough of your trash tier to break my elimination record and just thing – you had an important role to play in this match, after all. This is my event. That’s my shot at ONE and you lot are just the sad grimy mother fuckers that I’m going to break and bloody on my way to championship gold.
No one can save you. No one can save any of you. Do not look towards Singh, Rabid, Teo or any of the other champions. They cannot and will not help you. They all know better and for those that will try and stick their necks out for you or for their own stupid fucking reasons – Surtrs Revenge will make them realize the error of their ways. When its all said and done and I’m standing tall, the world will once again be in awe of WAR BALFORE!
If you need any more convincing.. just remember this. True Champions strike first!
The Battle.. is already won!
Date: 10/02/2016
Event: WAR 15
The All Father had been a force of change in WCF. Oh yes, in all his years, a force for change. From his unprecedented arrival in Wrestling Championship Federation in the spring of 2011 to his waton destruction of the company that summer to rise of his glorious WCF world championship reign in the autumn – to WAR 15. The All Father had been a force that predicted and created devastating change. The All Father swept through Madison Square Garden with the goal of making his mark once again on Wrestling Championship Federation and so, he did because his Will is Law.
The outcome: seven eliminations in that match and the record for all time eliminations.
The All Father had earned himself a new moniker, the Se7en God. He took the previous record of six and scratched it out with his mighty paws. As if the All Father could not extend his legendary career in WCF, he did just that. Not only does he hold those records, his plans are to continue that path of destruction as WAR BALFORE marches towards WAR 16 and the continuation of both his record and more importantly his legacy.
1. El Mideo Extremo
2. Eric Wright
3. Ryan Blake
4.Logan
5. Brad Kane
6. Jay Price
7. Cormac MacNeill
8. Brian Paine
9. Jaice Wilds
10.Steve Orbit
11. Bruno Armstrong
12. Crazy J
13. FPV
14. Salem Shepard
While no individual appears twice on this list that will soon change as notable legends have fallen this is God of WAR. The All Father has competed in four WAR matches, WAR 16 will be his fifth and most glorious, barbaric and impressive performance to date. The very fact that in four matches he has broken records and bones stands testament to his skill and taste for destruction. While the All Father is most noted for his single minded nature and positive attitude, the WAR match consumes the All Father and his quest for total domination of the event. It is a quest that begins on January 1st, 2017. The All Father is kind enough to allow the crop of 2016 rookies to gain their knowledge and experience for the All Father to use against them. Their strength is also their greatest weakness; one that will be exploited in full by the All Father for the greatest of goals:
* continue his record number of eliminations
* break his own record for ‘in match’ eliminations to 8 or higher
* Win WAR 16
These are by no means stretch goals or wishful thinking. These are all very obtainable benchmarks that the All Father will grasp with his own hands. It is just a matter of the All Father making the appearance and collaborating the calamity of chaos. It is the simple fact that the All Father will, with absolute certainly, once again claim the rightful ownership of the event and that coveted ‘top spot’ in WCF. Truthfully, a legends legacy is never written in stone. It is written in the blood of those who dare to carve over it.
Ready or Not…
__________________________________________
Scene One: The Norse God Between Him
Lyfefort, Denmark. April, 2017
The raves, the parties, the joy – had slowly dissipated from Lyfefort over time. The towering castle grew dark and cold. It no longer had the life that it once had. It was of large solid stone that only the All Father could assemble. It could be seen from Defthfort, Corey Blacks iconic castle. The palpable disturbance could be felt from Defthfort, a quarter mile away. Perturbed anguish jolted through the surrounding landscape like a thunderclap but inside, The All Father was brooding. He sat in a large stone chair. Tall back, high arms. Darkness surrounded the All Father. It kept him miserable company alone in the dark. He rested his pointed elbows against the Elder tree table, a table that yielded and splintered into powder under the sheer weight of the All Fathers arms. For months, tempest thoughts have been brewing in the All Fathers mind. Deep contemplation on the events involving his former best friend, that traitorous swine, Bobby Cairo causes the All Father to whisper in the darkness but those words are all too clear.
The All Father: Bobby Cairo; you swine. You inferior tangle of worms and lies. You attached yourself to me as a leech, a vampire and a stray mutt. I elevated you to places you have never been; such is the majesty of the All Father. However it was you that brought me here to this –most bottomless of times. However, the world has not forgotten about me. I have not forgotten about me. You – indeed the world has forgotten about you. They have forgotten because you are soft and weak. You allow such things because you know deep down in your black, lifeless soul that you are a fraud. What is worse is that you are a fraud in need of a savior. You appealed to my good nature, as shallow as it was and attempted to expoilt it so that you could have one final gasp at success in our business.
I am done with you, Robert Cairo. I am done with your deceit. I did not need you. You needed me and when you were done, you attempted to cast me aside like all your other so called ‘friends.’ However, you forget that the All Father has stood tall before you and without you. Moreover, The All Father can do such things again.
This was a crown, burdened, but by what, only the All Father knows. The All Father looks up, twisting his neck; turning his up and to the right. He spies his fireplace and mantle. The WCF World Heavyweight Championship rests upon it. Leather strapping, Gold plating with a custom diamond inlay he had custom ordered. The All Father closes his eyes and exhales; sending himself into a flashback.
Odin grabs D-Day, and sets him up for the Mark of Odin.
Kyle Steel: Mark of Odin! Mark of Odin! He hits it!
Ed Kowalczyk: ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!! –NO!! KICKOUT!!
Zach Davis: What?!? I thought that was it for sure!
Odin gets to his feet, furious. He glares at the referee, who holds up two fingers to show a two-count. Odin holds up three fingers, and Ed Kowalczyk shakes his head ‘no’. Odin turns back around and back to D-Day... In time to be caught by a kick to the leg. D-Day hits another strong kick, and another, and another, and finally one that connects with Odin’s face, right between the eyes.
Kyle Steel: D for Destruction! Odin stumbles back into the ropes, but somehow doesn’t fall over!
Odin bounces off the ropes, and D-Day scoops him up onto his shoulders, an impressive display of strength to lift the over three-hundred pounder. He falls backwards.
Zach Davis: DEAD AND FORGOTTEN!
Kyle Steel: It’s all over! D-Day retains! D-Day retains!
Ed Kowalczyk: ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!! –NO!! KICKOUT!!!
A collective gasp from the Deruty fans in the audience, as well as both Kyle and Zach. D-Day sits up in disbelief, and wipes his brow.
Zach Davis: Or not, Kyle! Somehow, Odin Balfore kicked out!
D-Day gets to his feet, and bends down to grab Odin. ODIN’S HAND CATCHES D-DAY AROUND THE THROAT! Odin sits up, his hand wrapped around D-Day’s throat. He keeps that grip as he gets to his feet.
Kyle Steel: RAGNAROK! Odin hits the Ragnarok!
As Day falls to the canvas after the chokebreaker, Odin grabs his head, and tucks it between his knees. He raises both hands into the air, and roars loudly, as the crowd starts to boo. We all know what’s coming next.
Zach Davis: D-Day goes up! And D-Day comes down! MARK OF ODIN!
Kyle Steel: There’s NO WAY! D-Day’s done.
Ed Kowalczyk: ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
D-DAY HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
< DING-DING-DING! >
Kyle Steel: ODIN BALFORE HAS WON IT! WE HAVE A NEW WCF WORLD CHAMPION!
Kowalczyk hands Odin Balfore the World Heavyweight Championship, and he climbs the turnbuckle, holding the belt high above his head with both hands, letting out a roar in victory as the entire WCF looks on the seven-footer. The show goes off the air to the image of Odin Balfore holding his title.
The great All Father opens his eyes. They settle upon the championship, un-clouding themselves from memory. The Championship is still there.
The All Father is still there.
The Norse God is still there.
WAR BALFORE, IS STILL THERE.
The All Father uses his palms to pick himself up by the edges of the table. He walks and turns into the THICK of the darkness for one last time – for he will be slave to it no more.
The All Father reemerged from that darkness, down in the light of his basement, a fully furnished gym. Wide, bright and full. A twenty by twenty wrestling ring stood proudly in the middle. It was time to go back to work. Clad in MMA gear, the All Father pulled his greying hair back into a ponytail and set out to work. He started on a large blue heavy bag. It was stripped horizontally with black bands and weighed a thousand pounds. The All Father cracked his neck, rolled his shoulders and got to work on his striking.
Right jab – 100 times
left jab – 100 times
Right / Left hooks – 500 times.
The immense strength of the All Father is unchallenged by all of humanity. The heavy bag shook and danced around its specialized support beam as the All Father honed his strikes. When this was completed he moved to his speed bags, one for power, speed and conditioning. This was going to be a long road but the All Father had driven it many times before.
Remember, when you are pushed – killin’ is as easy as breathing. And the All Father is still breathing.
_________________________________________
Scene Two: The Fire Inside
Lyfefort, Denmark. 28th of June, 2017
It has been two months. The All Father has spent twelve hours a day, six days a week, getting himself back in peak physical shape. This physical, brutal, chiseled Odin Balfore has not been seen since 2012. The All Father was muscular and defined. He had the cardio that allowed him to move like someone a hundred plus pounds lighter than him. Now it was time to put it to the test. The All Father stepped into his reinforced ring, dancing around it at first like dipping his toe into the water. However, now is not the time to dip anything but instead to go full hilt. He took a deep breath and hit the ropes.
He ran rope drills for an hour minutes.
He did five hundred flat back bumps.
He crossed the ring with power lunges till his legs bled gasoline.
If the great All Father winded himself from superhuman strain, he would look up to the rafter, to banners of his accomplishments, WCF being among his proudest. His time there was among his most treasured. When the All Father was done he laid on his back in the middle of the ring and looked up at his banner accomplishments as if they were stars in the sky. Quickly he realized that they were not far off twinkles of the past, burning out millions of miles away but very real and attainable goals.
The All Father: Before me are the robes and wreathes. The crowns and coronations of my illustrious career. As I state up at the satin drapery, a testament of my career, I am no longer satisfied with it. I am in a four way tie for eleventh. I am in company with Jeff Purse – disgusting and D-day; absolutely nauseating. I allowed my more passive and humorous nature to get the better of me while the WAR toiled within, waiting for its time to shine once again. I am no longer complacent to where my name rests in the annuls of WCF. I am a pillar of WCF, the unbreakable bedrock on which it stands. One nation under the Norse God; one nation nourished by my blood, sweat and tears.
The All Father looks off to his left, eyeing his respective WAR accomplishments. Seven single match eliminations and fourteen overall. Tied for second most entries, third on most time spent in the match.
The All Father: Bah. Such paltry numbers. So meager in its ambition. I can do better. I will do better.
The All Father gets to his feet. He walks over to the ropes and rests his arms against them.
The All Father: It is time to go back. It is time that the All Father show WCF that WAR BALFORE is as it always was – the most dominating force in WCF.
Stepping over the ropes and out of the ring, the All Father heads towards a changing room, tucked away in the back. He emerges moments later with a large duffle bag as he walks back across the room, towards the exit.
________________________________
Scene Three: What do You Say to the Stranger Within?
Defthfort, Denmark. July, 2017.
The All Father walked the quarter mile from his castle to Corey Blacks. He was dressed in fine suit and shoes. He had luggage in toe; luggage that would sit by the door of Corey Blacks mighty abode. The All Father and the King of Wrestlers sat in a sunken living space. It was standard for Corey Black but cramped for the All Father. However, the All Father didn’t complain, he didn’t bat an eye at the situation; he just sat there across from Corey and sipped at his cup of coffee. Corey Black was never one to have visitors, as not many people brave the Nordic cold but he was happy to see the All Father stop by.
King of Wrestlers: Whats up with the suit? Are you going further north for the winter? Do you have business to attend to in that island nation of yours? I mean, you can just drop the keys in the mail box, I’ll make sure Nikki collects your mail.
The All Father takes a sip of coffee and saviors its rich, dark and bold flavor.
The All Father: I’ll be going on a trip but not up north.
King of Wrestlers: Going to find Cairo, then?
The All Father: I am done with him. It is time I get back to doing what I’m good at.
King of Wrestlers: You should have told me before you dropped by; I would have had Nikki put the plastic over the furniture.
The All Father: Thinking about going back to the WCF. My contract expired a few months ago and Seth and I couldn’t agree on the terms.
King of Wrestlers: So, what are the terms?
The All Father: He doesn’t know; I haven’t talked to him yet.
King of Wrestlers: Sweet.
The All Father: But im considering WAR.
King of Wrestlers: You killed it last year.
The All Father: And I intend to kill it again this year.
King of Wrestler: Honestly, the field is much thinner. I’m sure you Thickness stuff will kill it.
The All Father: I’m not talking about THICKNESS. I’m talking about old school, WAR BALFORE.
The King of Wrestler ponders this for a moment.
King of Wrestlers: 2011, WAR Balfore?
The All Father: I’ve been training for two months. Truthfully, I suspect its overkill but that’s what I do best. I murder anyone in the way of my goals. I have a few months before WAR and I’m in more than enough fighting shape to back hand anyone in that ring. If there is truly anyone currently in WCF who can stand in my way, then please, let him show is face.
The All Father looks down at his coffee and sees his reflection fading and swirling into the mug.
The All Father: There is not a soul in WCF that can match my power, skill or craftsmanship in that ring with me. Do you think I have no watched the talent? I know the talent, I’ve seen the talent. You forget that I helped every single one of them. There are many *MANY* careers in WCF that would not even exist without my direct influence that even to entertain such a thought would be the greatest joke ever told; Much in the same vein as the jokes that the roster will tell about me when they hear about my entry. They speak as though I have no heard such things for the duration of my career. They will call me old – scathing. They will call me washed up – trembling. They will tell me things that *THEY* need to tell themselves so that they can ‘compete’ in this match but I can see it in your eyes- the self-proclaimed King of the Wrestlers that what you gaze upon right now – has no equal in that ring. You know better than anyone else that there is no competing with WAR BALFORE, there is just survival; if I let you.
These men, if you could call it that – in the loosest terms of male stature. I have seen this before – you have seen this before and you know where it all leads. These Rooks are all talk and no substance. Even now there are ‘world champions’ that stamp there foot and complain much in the way that children do. Show me the legitimacy of a champion in twenty seventeen and I shall show you a God. I have seen a group of guys and a group of guys burning with the fires of malcontent. It would be admirable if it were not so pathetic. Allow me to elaborate, Corey. As is it stands right now, there is no true main event world champion but a title holder. To me, he is not even a paper champion. To me, he is lower than that. I have seen him. I have seen his *BIG*a talk; if you can call it that – to which I do not. I know big talk. I know big – powerful – important talk that makes everyone stand up and listen. Such was not the case with this *CHAMPION.* I have witnessed enough of this egregious display to know that it takes someone like me to rescue a company that does not know it needs saving because the savior is a man drowning in his own undeserved ego.
Although, I can hear it now, how I am just an old broken down man looking for *X.* Well, to be truthfully, I would not be here id present champions did their jobs as champions but as you expected – There are such low levels of championship material as there has ever been. What I am going to do at WAR is not just *RETURN.* although, my pay day will be bigger than what present world champions make in the past two years. I do not need the money, Corey Black; same as you. Realistically I never needed the money since before I even walked into WCF. I wrestle because it’s who I am, deep down on the inside, which is more than I can say for the majority of *TALENT* in WCF. I do this for the enjoyment and the satisfaction. I do not do it because it is a cross over from other interest. I do not do this as an outlet for some rage or aggression. I do this because it is who I am. This is not about seeing if I can – I know I can. This is not about testing *IF* I can go – I know it. There is no, how far or how long because the answer is - ALL THE WAY.
WAR is fast approaching. The winner gets a world title shot. I get a world title guaranteed around my waist. If there is anyone in the that locker room who can look at me with a straight face and tell me that there is no such thing as a guarantee, then they do not know who they are speaking too. If there is one thing in WCF that is a guarantee, it is that WAR BALFORE in this current WCF setting is the biggest, baddest name in the entire federation. The one thing that I am is a historic wrestler. History is made when I step through those ropes. Come September, history will be made again. I am dead set to win WAR and extent the records that I have made. Unlike everyone in WAR, I have no records to chase because I am those records. If anyone has anything foolish to say about WAR BALFORE, all they need to do is look at last year. Last year is a precursor to this year and this year I am that much more motivated for victory. Complete, dominate and guaranteed. I have history on my side, Corey. No one in this match can say the same about it. That is the different. Everyone else, the *champions,* the challengers, the guys in the back sniffing paint because that’s how boring they are to watch- they all have to look inward and ask that stranger within them all. They have to ask if they can do it; get it done and overcome six long years of history. The Answer is no. Plain and simple. When it comes as asking that inner stranger if you can match up toe to toe against WAR BALFORE, your shadow takes a fucking walk – over the top rope. Your ego takes a fall from Ragnarok and your body eats a pin. Then you, all of them in this match will be just another statistic to history. Corey, I am telling you just as I will be telling all of them, when this is all said and done, WAR BALFORE will be standing tall at the end of WAR with new records in place and another piece of history to my name. WAR sixteen winner.
The King of Wrestlers strokes his beard and reflects on all that he just heard.
King of Wrestlers: That is exciting to hear. Certainly it is an interesting prospect. Personally, I’d love to see it again in WCF. I think it is no secret that I am not fond of the way that things have been going and I feel that you’re involvement again in WCF could be an Earth shaking event.
The All Father: It is beyond Earth shaking, it is shattering; it is world destroying. WAR coming is something that everyone gets excited for because everyone else thinks that they can win but last year, coming off of being inactive- I made everyone take notice. We went through that KODM and everyone looked around and said that Odin Balfore still has it. I never lost it. Its just the fact that I am not here to fuck around and play games anymore. Everyone in WCF who snickered that Odin Balfore was this old time- long past – non consequential legend – is very, very real. Then WAR came around and I showed myself that the focus needed to be re-tweaked. Now I’m done with that Cairo bullshit. I’m not allowing myself to be lead around to please the fans. They either take enjoyment in the All Father goes out there and beats the roster bloody or they don’t. Truthfully, of they don’t then I’ll rip them out of their seats and smash their skulls in. Corey, take it in now, et a good look because you are sitting in the presence of the next WCF world champion. I’ll walk in WAR and I’ll walk out with that guaranteed world title. ONE is just a formality to inevitable facts. I would suggest that everybody gets used to it.
The King of Wrestlers: Me too, Balfore. Me too.
______________________________________
Scene Four: New WAR, New Gear
Rome.
There was a small tailor in Rome that the Al Father knew for a few years now. He delt in high end, hand made fashion. Ennio Depalla was an eighty year old man, lean and slow but he still worked everyday and stitched every stitch just like he did when he was young. Ennio supplied all of the All Fathers suits he thought this would be a good place to get some new gear. The All Father walked in wearing a black and white pin striped suite and gold tie. Ennio smiles from behind the counter as he greets his friend in a thick accent.
Ennio: Odin, my friend. Nice to see you. Very much. Nice to see you. What can I do for you?
The All Father strolls him and rests his forearms on the glass counter across from Ennio.
The All Father: Ennio, I’m looking to go back to work and I need some new clothes.
Ennio: Suits? More suits? You just bought ten from new the other month. Why you need – ah, more suits?
The All Father: I don’t need suits, I need new wrestling gear and I figured that you would be able to help me. My old gear is worn and tired. I’m looking for something like MMA shorts and eight ounce gloves, can you help me?
Ennio: Of course. It’ll take me a few weeks but I can help you.
The All Father: I have a few weeks. I’m looking for black with gold trim and the words “WAR BALFORE.”
Ennio: si,si. I can do. I’ll make you shorts and gloves so beautiful and rich that even the god Apollo himself would come down to Earth and weep like a baby.
The All Father: Thank you.
Ennio: You are welcome.
_________________________________________
Scene Five: That Garbage Tier
For all of you out there, don’t get tooo fucking exceited. This is that Garbage tier list of drop outs that aint going to last more than a couple of minutes. Greg St. Matthews, Hank Herron, Leon Hayze, Bomber, Agimat, Bryan Devlin, Tanner Tall, Derrick Tuff, Johnny Alpha, Matthew Drake, Taylor Wright, Trey Carter, Ainsley Ivanovic, William the Behemoth and SJW.
Yah, you, SJW. You fucking trash level scrub lord fucking dick suckin’ nobody. You might be workin that shaft real fuckin hard right now but lets face it – You a jobber champion if I ever saw one. And I saw your fucking whore of a mother on a street corner the other day trying to give a hand job with an oven mitt. Fucking shameful. But don’t get your shit lord dick holster in a twist just yet cuz you aint the only edge lord I gotta knock around in this match.
All the guys I mentioned are brand fucking new and let me tell you all right now – you have a better chance that I get drunk, fall asleep and miss this match completely than you do of eliminating me or even winning this match. So you all better wake the fuck up from that dream right fucking now and face the fucking truth. WAR BALFORE is going to skull fuck the lot of you at the same damn time. I don’t care what your number is, even if you already been eliminated I’ll drag you all out from the back and power bomb you mother fuckers to the center of the fucking Earth. At least then when you all cry to Seth about actually getting buried but hey, it was at the hands of a damn legend – so your mother fucking welcome.
For every single one of you and yes, even you, Warwick, this will be the highlight of your career. Nice belt you got there; did you salvage it from the fucking Turk and Calicos Wrestling league after Irma went and wrekt its collective shit? Just fucking strolling through the dirt piles of your fucking life because it’s the one god forsaken place that makes you feel better. Hel, I don’t blame you or anyone else in this match. Once Toys R’ Us closes in a month, all you dudes can be WCF Alpha and Omega champions. Hell, you can even organize a tournament to be world champion. That’s what you’ll need to do if’n you want to be important because that shit aint happening at WAR. All of you will be after thoughts when I hit Ragnarok and throw your corpses to the wind. There is more than enough of your trash tier to break my elimination record and just thing – you had an important role to play in this match, after all. This is my event. That’s my shot at ONE and you lot are just the sad grimy mother fuckers that I’m going to break and bloody on my way to championship gold.
No one can save you. No one can save any of you. Do not look towards Singh, Rabid, Teo or any of the other champions. They cannot and will not help you. They all know better and for those that will try and stick their necks out for you or for their own stupid fucking reasons – Surtrs Revenge will make them realize the error of their ways. When its all said and done and I’m standing tall, the world will once again be in awe of WAR BALFORE!
If you need any more convincing.. just remember this. True Champions strike first!
The Battle.. is already won!
