Post by Odin Balfore on Jul 9, 2018 12:25:35 GMT -5
Battleground of the Gods II
Last year. January 2017. XIII. Battleground of the Gods.
Last year Wade, you payed for your foolishness and your hubris. We had our first battleground of the Gods match. The Leviathan squaring off against the All Father. The Battle for supremacy between the Sea God Broseidon and the Norse God. I would need a refresher like a glass of lemonade but I do not to recant for very long. You ate Ragnarok as your Beach Krew friends looked on. As they surrounded to the ring. Then Cairo came back to even the odds and double crossed me. Now that you’re up to speed, Wade, let us dive into that night. Let us swim in the depths of your logic and reasoning for Battleground part two.
It is pretty simple. You want revenge. Revenge for yourself, your loss and the honor of your friend, the sand God, Dune. I know that you told him not to fight me. That you told him of the danger and the consequences but he didnt listen. I put him in the hospital. He may have retained that belt. You know that he cannot go through that again. No, not without help. So- help has arrived. Or so you thought.
Or so you thought, indeed. Clearly I just unfuck your head from your ass because you stepping in to take Dunes inevitable beatdown, humiliation, and loss to the Bad Mother Fucker is not admirable. Infact, I find it rather gutless because suicide is the cowards way out. However, ending your career at the hands of the Norse God is one fine way to rationalize your death; however meager or senseless it might be.
If you wish to slow me down, which must be a card in your hand, it won’t work. At this point, we both know that I am unstoppable and my quest to be the top talent in WCF undeniable. If you wish that I spare your friend, struck in awe but your ‘heroic self sacrifice’ you are gravely mistaken. All this means is that I get to eat twice. Once this week and again at Ultimate Showdown. Unless, you want to pop off in Showdown, I could always indulge in my own sloppy seconds.
Then again, Son Fish, perhaps I’m naive enough to believe for a moment that you are not this stupid. Perhaps you have some hidden motivation that is unknown to me, however, that is highly unlikely. This week you’ll have no Beach Krew, you’ll have no Bobby Cairo and you’ll have no Dune. It’ll just be you eating Ragnarok again like the bottom feeding little punk bitch that you are. Just remember that you wanted this.. This.. Battleground of the Gods.
You asked for this.
And your God, he gave it to you.
For I am wise, and Just. However, I am not merciful.
Pray if you can. Beg if you must but know that I shall not be listening.
Ready or Not.. Here I come.
Chapter I: Craters Castle
The Ubehebe Crater, Death Valley
Enter the scene
A group of young people, twenty or so in number, dotted sporadically by the aging font of over baked older men and women whose wisdom has faded into the social collective of faith, bargaining and the unknown. All wearing white T-shirts with the words ‘Castle’ on the midsection and stock photo of a stone tower the chest. They gather at the edge of the crater, all slightly swaying back and forth, harmonizing with nature as they chant in low hymns, hums and haws, feeling the vibration of nature and the spiritual magnetic frequency of the crater below. They give themselves to the power of the crater as one man lifts up their spirit and leads them on this eternal journey. One man: Dwayne Finch ( a combination of Dune, Wade and ‘fucking bitch’) . A twenty something Berkeley dropout, inspired by the musing of Nietzsche and Marx, brought to this ‘ holy site’ by the alluring resonating power of a quartz crystal that he found here five years ago and convinced the young and impressionable ‘socialist’ minds that this would be their shining salvation. He spoke with what he thought was the power of Manson or Jones bleeding through him to reach a new breed of follower.
“Friends, neighbors and loved ones. We stand here at the literal edge of our salvation. We stand here ready and poised to greet a new world that has been layed out before us in my vision. A vision of a new and brighter tomorrow lifted up by our wings as we soar through eternity and bless the Earth, our enchantress with our new and favorable light. On Friday the Thirteenth the comet, PANSTARRS will pass by this region and with it, our salvation as right here on this spot, down in the depths of the Ubehebe crater, we shall be delivered to our final destiny.”
The crowd cheers, elated and excited for what will collectively be their greatest accomplishment. However, there is one voice that speaks up, well above the crowd.
“Ah, excuse me?” calls the voice with a hand raised high, moving its way to the front like a sharks fin. “Excuse me but isnt - pardon.” says the voice, moving through the crowd till it reaches the front.
“Pardon, yes, hi, hello.” The Shape fakes a sincere greeting. “ Trust me when I say that I am one hundred percent on board for the end of the world but does any one find this to be absolutely ridiculous? I mean, ‘Dwayne’ found a rock the size of his head and now he thinks that he can just tell me when I’m going to die on this special day? I have not seen this rock. Have any of you seen this rock?” The Shape throws his hands up and motions to the crowd.
“No!” they reply.
“No. Exactly as I thought. I will not sit here and be lectured by a cisgender women's studies drop out in a che guevara T-shirt, as if he understands. As if he understands who monsters are. What monsters are. Ladies and gentlemen, I know monsters.”
The Shape turns his back towards the crowd, looking at Dwayne and mouths:
I A M T H E M O N S T E R
He turns back to the crowd and continues his speech.
“You all want hope, change, a new and brighter world. We all do. Each and every one of us, even if others do not know it yet. They yearn for change. They yearn for a purpose but Dwayne Finch is wrong. But not dead wrong, no, not completely. Something great and profound will happen here in this very spot and it will be on the heels of a comet but it will not be the comet itself. No, it will be a battle right here on this very spot. This crater will be a battleground for two figures beyond life and legend, a battleground between two Gods.
It is right here on that very day that you all and many more around the world will find their salvation. On Friday the Thirteenth, two God with opposing ideals will clash and only one will come out on top. The Sea God, Wade Moor will do battle with the Norse God, Odin Balfore. Wade Moor is here for a cheap pop and name recognition. He is here to help his friend, to lay down his life on the line so that the Sand God could have an infant's chance in a lion's den against Odin Balfore. One, yes, is a socialist who wants to redistribute the wealth and balance out the world but we all know that the world is not balanced, will never be balanced and does not need to be balanced.
Odin Balfore fights to restore the natural order of the world. The same order you wish to restore, not distribute. You want to give the world new light because you are the new light! Wade Moor wants to take that power away from you. Dune wants to take that power away from you. They want to horde it to themselves and give it to the undeserving; those that are not among us. Those that do not put the effort and the work in. That's what Wade and Dune want to do, gain off the toil of others, off the toil of Odin Balfore who has been here for nearly a decade with us, molding us both passively and by his own divine intervention.
You see, you all think that you have a new way of doing this but rather is is the old way, disguised as something new because the current way of the world ( read WCF) has become so askew and messed up that the alternative is a saving grace. Odin Balfore is a saving grace. What greatness can any of us attain in our lives if we are all the same, scratching and clawing towards the same unimpressive goal.
There is no greatness. Only mediocrity and sorrow when we find out that the goal that we all have been chasing cannot be attained together but only as individuals. “
The Shape points at Dwayne.
“HE! HIM! DWAYNE! He represents that pitiful sense of collective accomplishment that you all seek to fulfill on your own and for your own reasons. He represents that socialist mindset shared by Wade Moor and Dune. As I expect no less from the Sand and Water Gods, who in their abundance fail to realize their own special and unique scarcity; the same one that is embraced by the Norse God, Odin Balfore. However, that comes with a hierarchy, one that Odin Balfore is on top of, not Dune and it is because Dune and Wade are not on top of that hierarchy, they wish to undo it.
If you put all this hardwork into this comet, and changing the world, do you want to share it with those who did little to no work - or worse, didnt even know that it was going on? No. Of course not because you know that you need to be compensated for your hardwork and recognized for your accomplishments.
That's what Wade and Dune wish to take away so that ‘everyone’ can enjoy the hard work of the select few- so that they can have ultimate power over who gets what and distribute it all evenly. Odin Balfore, as I said wants to restore the natural order of the world- to which he just happens to be on top of because there is no one that can knock him off - not even Dune or Wade - as much as they try or wish. So this Friday, the comet will come. You will all be here (read: WCF) and the right hand of Dune ( Wade ) will fall to the right hand of Odin Balfore ( Surtrs Revenge) in what will be the symbolic defeat of the Summer of Sand before its literal defeat at The Ultimate Showdown when Odin Balfore wins back the WCF Championship and returns the world to its natural order. And I don’t know about all of you but I’m ready to get started as soon as possible. Before us stands a minor example of what Wade and Dune and the Summer of Sand want to do and who they are. Lets show them what we do to the non-believers in the cause and the natural order of the world!”
The crowd roars and charges at Dwayne who at first tries to reason with the crowd ( as Dune did.) Then tries to fight them off with modest success ( again, as Dune did ) but then ultimately fails at this showdown ( as Dune will, at ultimate showdown ) as the crowd picks him up and hurls him off the edge of the cliff and into the crater below. They cheer and high five, looking down at Dwayne, broken and destroyed. As he should be. They clear out leaving The Shape to marvel at his handywork.
“Do you see what I do, Dwayne. Do you see the power that I possess; the command that I hold. Fuck you, fuck your democratic socialist revolution and redistribution of the hierarchy in WCF. You cannot save it. You cannot destroy it. You can only fall victim to it. I speak for my client. I am an advocate. You are just a victim. You can feel the ground slipping away under your feet and know that it is just a matter of time before you all, like Dwayne, meet a similar fate. At Thirteen. At Showdown.
Wade, it ends for you in this crater. Dune, for you, it starts here in this crater. The showdown is coming and this is just the preview. Seven hundred feet down.Its a lot easier for you to climb up out of this hole that you put yourselves in than it is for either of you to kick out of Ragnarok. And you somehow manage to claw your way out of this, MY client will be there to put you right back in it each and every time because that is what the strong do. And that is what the weak must endure. The Summer of Sand is about to be washed away by the failure of the Broseidon and the power of the Bad Mother Fucker. Who will go on and regain the WCF championship and all will be right in the world. For this is not a battleground but a killing field and the massacre starts right now.
Conquer. The. Hate.
Chapter II: ACTION NEWZ
Amanda Vega. average height. Long brunette hair. Shimmered in the sunset. Professional red dress. Standing alongside other news crews trying to attain the scoop. They are at the site of the Ubehebe crater.
“Amanda Vega here, LIVE at the scene of the Ubehebe massacre where Dwayne Finch, leader of the Craters Castle cult has apparently committed suicide by leaping to his death, some seven hundred feet to the crater bottom below. Right now, with me is Vincent ‘Buddy’ Roman, good friend of Mr. Finch to explain to us the loss and tragedy of it all.”
The Shape comes into the scene, face beet red. Tears streaming. Lips quivering, choking and coughing up fragments of words to try and make a whole sentences.
“This, is a travesty, martha.” cries the shape.
“Does it even matter anymore at this point. Does anything even matter anymore at this point. My good friend, Dwayne Finch has died. He died for a cause that only he believes in. It is senseless. When will it end?”
“Buddy, can you tell us what happened?”
“Whelp.” The shape wipes away the tears with his tie. “ He really cared about his cause. A little too much. He was a fanatic. He thought he could change the world with his narrow point of view. Bless him. Bless him truly, it is an admirable cause. If I had a hat I would take it off to him and then.. And then.. “
The shape gets too choked up as Amanda Vega tries to comfort him. The shape comes back towards the camera and musters the courage to continue.
“And then I’d step on it. I’d stomp it out and suffocate it. I’m sorry but I cannot do this. My friend, I love him but my friend was a gosh darn fool. Can I say that on the air? Gosh darn? Because Gosh Darned my friend is a fool to believe that he could have changed the world without me. You cannot do it on your own but Dwayne, he got too caught up in himself and he paid the ultimate price. He was too fixated on Friday the Thirteenth that it lost all meaning to him. He just wanted to be the guy to upheave the system. It was sad. It was sad in all the ways that it could have been. I miss my friend, Martha, I really, truly and honestly do. However, he made his choices and now he has to live with them - rather now - not live with them.
People often wonder where and how things like this go wrong. They dare to dream too big. This is not a self enduring sacrifice that will go down in the ages. Who will remember Dwayne Finch other than myself and a select few others; nobody. Because Dwayne Finch, sorry to say - no - I’m not sorry to say but Dwayne Finch IS a nobody. He is someone that the world didnt ask for or wanted - nor needed for that matter. Its gross to stand here and tell the world that Dwayne is heroic for his moronic behavior.”
The Shape suddenly bursts back into tears and apologizes for his behavior.
“I’m sorry. Its the grief and the guilt. I mean, I wish I was there to do something. To help. To lend a hand. I feel so helpless and small knowing that my best friend is gone. “
“I’m sorry, Buddy. Do you have anything else to add?”
“No.” replies the shape, wiping the snot from his face with his sleeve and snort. “Just let my friend die in peace.”
“Well you heard it here, folks.”
The shape looks at the camera from behind Amanda Vega and mouths:
‘ N E V E R R E S T I N P E A C E’
Chapter III: Wade Moor, Final Girl
Odin and Thor are in Odins Olympic sized swimming pool, one of the infinite number of rooms in lyfefort. Together, they are swimming laps and training for not only Thirteen but for The Ultimate Showdown as well. Thor, being the halfling that he is can easily out swim Odin but keeps up with him to help drive him forward in the other lane of the pool. They swim end to end, building up conditioning and total body strength until a buzzer goes off and they pull themselves out of the pool. Neither man is out of the breath but both feeling the effects of the work out.
“You know, dad, I think you’re getting faster.”
Odin glances over and exhales deeply.
“Have too. Always have too. How do you think I’ve stayed on top for nearly twenty years. I don’t roll over and let these new guys have their way. I get better, hone my skills and out compete them. I out class them because they don’t have the drive that I have. I can run up mount Everest if I was so inclined just so that I could run over WCF if it ment it. They all want to improve and I am going to remind them that they cannot get better or be better than me. One guy gets one thing over on me and they act like it its some great victory, well, not all victories are worth it. I can tell you truthful that Blast was not worth it for Dune or WCF. I come off a loss and its harder and better than I was before. Now Wade is going to be the first to fall to that honed edge. Then WCF will fall at Ultimate Showdown and they’ll look to do to repeat what he did at Blast but it will become all too obvious to him and them that he cannot do it twice.
So the Wave God wants to do this, again - the Battleground of the Gods. He wants to make bank off my name and try and come between me and my destiny, a mistake that he will pay dearly for. I’m sure he’ll come up with some flaky reasons as to why he’s really doing this but the Sun Fish needs to wise up, less I crack his cranium and bestow upon him the knowlage that Odin Balfore does not let people get away lightly with their transgresions. For Wade, Friday night is a chance to save his friend, this company and rekindle his career but that is a very dangerous gambit that will not pay for for him; not in the way that he thinks.
We will meet at the battleground and we will settle the argument as to who the better God really is ( read: Odin Balfore ). From Thirteen to WAR, to ONE, Odin Balfore is the top of this industry. And Wade, will find out that he is like everyone else, fighting for space at the bottom. If this is a race towards the bottom ( which it is ) then he and Dune are broken neck to broken neck, hurling towards the Earth. I was the one to send tem there and I will be there to greet them when they crash. To laugh. To mock. To be better in all ways.
That's what it means to be the All Father, the Bad Mother Fucker, Odin Balfore. In twenty years no one has been able to take that away and end my career. Every great in WCF and i am the only one left standing. That should tell the world a lot and lesson to be learned and a warning to be taken.
I don’t go away. I don’t run, I don’t hide. I fight, I battle, i evolve, I survive, I conquer. Its what I’ve always done, will always do and no one is ever going to stop me. Not Wade, not Dune, not WCF. I still exist because the villain never truly dies. But hey, its friday the thirteenth. Maybe Wades feeling lucky. It is 2018, after all.
He can try his like at being the Final Girl.
Because after I hit Ragrok and pin him, break his bones, body, and spirit.
There won’t be enough left of him to even be considered a man. Let alone a God.”