Post by Odin Balfore on Nov 23, 2018 22:04:17 GMT -5
WCF
Odin Balfore
Vs
Alex Richards
Dinner For Immortals pt 1
wordcount: 3023
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Prologue
I have not seen my father in a year, give or take; not since mom died. Hell, maybe even longer. We never got along and perhaps the one thing that could have brought us closer together is one thing that ripped us further apart. I tried to make amends, however, he didnt want that fence painted, as it were. I wanted to pay for the funeral but it was already taken care of by my old friend Conrad, who had taken up a friendship with my father, most likely over a mutual disdain for me. Nonetheless, if there is one thing that's going to bring us together. Its food.
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Chapter I: No Time for Eatin’
1771 Cherrywood Lane. St. Could, Minnesota
It was ice cold in Minnesota. Always felt that way on Cherrywood. I pulled up in the Beamer of Death and looked at the small three bedroom that was longer than it was wide. The house had gone through a repainting as it was blue last I saw it and this time it was more of a cream color. The wooden fence was new and fresh with white paint. The grass was still thick and healthy. I guess the old man has to keep busy somehow. I walk up to the front door which also looks new and give it a quick pound with the side of my fist.
No answer.
I give it another pound of my fist and still no answer. I look around for a spare key because heaven forbid my dad gives me a key to the house. After a moment of looking, I find a key under a potted plant and let myself inside. The sight that I see is that of a 78 year old man in his officers uniform with a noose around his neck, standing on a chair and trying to kick it over. Gillian, my pet raccoon is clinging to the rope, trying a gnaw away at it.
“ Nilla, get cho ass ovah here and help me.” I can here gill franticly yelling at me through our telepathic link.
Yah, I have a telepathic link with my pet raccoon. God shit, son; you wouldnt understand.
I rush over, grab my dad and the rope, yanking it off the support beam that it was tied to. I set my dad on the couch and he starts crying.
“God damn it, why did you have to come here!” He yells and sobs. “Why couldnt you just let me die? All I want to do is die. I’m old and I’m tired.” Then he shows me his hands. “ I tried. I tried to keep busy. I fixed the roof, re-sided the house, planted new grass, build a new wooden fence by hand and a new door. Look at my hands boy. Look at my hands! They’re bruised, callus and blisters and she’s not here to hold them. That's all I want.”
I hug my father, trying to comfort him.
“Its ok, Dah. Its ok. I’m here now.”
“Yah and what kind of consolation is that? You only come around when you want, when its convenient for ya. The hell do I want you here for, what; so you could rub it in my face? All you ever do is come over and steal my cat. “
Dah thinks that Gillian is a cat. *shurg* He’s old.
“Dah” I answer. “ Gill can come with us. We’re going to go see mom and then we’re going to fly out to Hawaii and see my friend, ZMAC. He and his girlfriend - well, his girlfriend invited us over for thanksgiving. “
“I don’t want to see your mother.” He stammered. “ I see her everyday. I just want to hold her. That's what you don’t understand. I went to war with the commies for your mom. I enlisted and become a paratrooper for her. Killed fifteen vietcong with these same hands that built that door you kicked in.”
“Dah, you need family.”
“The only family I need is the cat. He stays with me because he loves me.”
“Nilla, I only stay with you because of the medical marijuana. That you give good belly rubs.” Gill scampers off into the kitchen. “Shit, I’m gettin me this juice. You gotta poke the straw in though, cant evah get that straw in.”
“Yah gill, I’ll be right there.” I reply.
“Don’t follow him. He’s only lookin for food and I just fed him an hour ago.”
“Dude, I got a man sized thirst. And so what you fed me an hour ago. Yous about to awf yaself. Who gone work the can opener then, jesus? Fuck outta here with that boo-shit.”
I go in the kitchen and help Gill as Dah continues.
“What friends you even dragging me to see?”
“ZMAC, you know, Conrads son. “
“I met that ZMAC, does Conrad know he’s that guys dad?”
“Hah, he hates ZMAC more than you hate me.”
“ I don’t hate you. I resent you. You’re dumb and you’re selfish and you’re too much like your mother. “
“Come on dah, lets get your jacket. We should head out before it gets too cold and dark.”
“Its never too cold or dark for us. If you got off that fruity island of yours with all that queer sex, then you’d know that.”
“Dah, I have a mansion in Denmark that I stay at most of the time.” I go and grab my dads jacket off the coat rack and help him up. “ Its a long flight to Hawaii, you’ll want to see mom before you go. “
The three of us leave the house and walk up to the car.
“Look at this fancy car. Fancy car for a fancy man. “ My Dah remarks. sarcastically. I help him in the passenger's seat and he looks back. “ And this fancy gold belt? Is your junk not big enough to keep your pants up?”
“Its the WCF World Championship, Dah. I’m contractually obligated to take it with me and represent the company.”
“Aye, last time you were here, you didnt have that belt. As much as I hated it, your mother always supported you and your fruity wrestling. I’d say good for you but it probably made you more of a conceded jackass than you already are. I suppose you be wantin a fancy kiss from your dah, too. Congratulate you on all the shame that you bring to my house.”
“What shame? I’m rich. I have a mansion in Denmark, I own an island nation. I’m a recognized world wide celebrity, I’m immort--”
Dah punches me right in my face.
“Don’t you bring that up. You know nothing of immortality. You sit in your fancy castle with your fancy belt, eating your fancy food and flying around in that fancy plane. What do you know about immortality? You weild it like a child wields a gun. A fucking disaster waiting to happen. I don’t know what my daft brother was thinking when he gave it to you.”
TL;DR - My uncle is Santa Claus and he gave me the shroud of immortality as a thanks for saving him from the Chinese in 2011.
“I guess he saw something in me.” I remark.
“ Clearly not the disappointing dog shit that I see before me, I tell you what. “
“YOu know, Dah, I figured just once you’d be proud of me.”
“Proud of you? Mother Mary, boy wants me to be proud of him. I’m not proud of you because your mother coddled you too much. Look at you, you wouldnt know an honest days work if it went up and bit you on your nut sack.”
“I’m seven foot tall. I’m top of my industry.”
“ Seven foot he says. So am I. We’re asgardians, boy.”
“I’m on the world three hundred days a year. I’m traveling all the time. Its hard work.”
“Ah but you’re immortal so how hard can it be? You don’t get winded. You don’t get tired. You don’t age. You don’t need to eat or sleep. You’re superman, you act for the sake of acting. You’re nothing but the personified weakness of humanity without any of its strengths. Now lets go see your mom before you start crying because your dah speaks the truth.”
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Chapter II: MOM
St. Marys Cemetary. St. Cloud, Minnesota.
Me and Dah stand in front of the marble angel that is my mother's grave. Aileen Larson. Beloved mother and wife. Nothing more needs to be said. In row among rows, her grave stuck out as a piece of heaven. It was beautiful.
“Dah, do you want to say a few words.”
“Why?” he grumped. “What words do I need to say. Anything I need to say to her I’ve said everyday for fifty years. She doesnt need me to come here to tell her that I love her and that I miss her. I missed her every time she stepped into another room. You needed to come here and you brought me here so you wouldnt feel as guilty. You’re a piece of shit. You wouldnt know but I come here every Sunday and keep her grave. Have you? Have you come here every Sunday for two years or did you only come by today because Thanksgiving has you feeling all sentimental and you miss your ma? You didnt miss her when the light wore from her eyes. You didnt miss her when she started her episodes. When she started forgetting. Yah but she never forgot you. Always knew who you were. Always watched you on TV. Always kept a plate and a seat for you at the table even though you never came home to visit. I watched her slip away from me. I watched Dementia take her in an awful way. While you were out Saving Christmas and fucking whores on that queer sex island of yours, I was right here everyday. You werent there when she forgot who I was. When she would look at our wedding photo and remark about the nice couple. That was us. It killed me more to know your mom forgot all our happy memories but remembered dthat you were her son and she was proud of you - as ungrateful and selfish as you are.
Even when she was slipping and you came around - you knew. And yet you’d come around like now. Save face. Be a family man when it suits you. Disgraceful. You come around like now and try to impress us with your fancy cars and clothes. Take us out to fancy places with your gold belt on your arm.”
My dah puts his hand in my face and shows me his wedding band.
“See this; that's my gold belt. That's my championship and that girl right there in that cold dark ground is my world. Now I’m just the champion of the ashes and memories that’ll soon fade with me. You sought fame and fortune. I seeked family and honor. That's the difference between us, boy; a difference you never understood. There things in this world more important that fame and fortune. All the golden whores in the world and you couldnt have what I had with your mum. Yet now that shes gone you want to come around and be the son she always thought she had. You were the one good memory that she had and you couldnt even be that for her. So you wana come here and say your peace to her - say it to yourself because that's the only person interested in hearing it. Convince yourself that you loved her, missed her or that you could have wished to do more. You could have and you didnt. You didnt because you’re a low life piece of shit who didnt care about anyone or anything and you got worse when my damn brother gave you that mantle. You want to think you’re a son, you werent. You want to think you’re a good person, you’re not. You’re just a boy with a filthy soul. You’re here because you think you need to be. Well WE didnt need you then and WE don’t need you now. So you make peace with yourself. I’ll be in the car. “
Dah returns to the car leaving me there to talk to my mom.
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Chapter III: A Remembrance of Family
Mah, I know you heard all that mess that dah was saying. I know you heard him disrespect me like that. But you know what I do and what needs to be done. I know you proud of me no matter what I do or who I hurt. I’m the top in my field, the best at what I do and I am beset on all sides by those that want to undo everything that I have accomplished. I cannot have that. I will not have that. I’ll murder the world in cold blood. Every last one of them. I’ve fought Bonnie Blue so many times that its a damn joke at this point and in a month, the world will weep for her. This week, I have to fight her nipple sucking co-hort, Alex Richards. A joke in WCF. A joke to me. I spit at him. I want to tell you that I might not be the nice guy in this but I am THEE guy in this. I carry my championship with pride. I do what I do to protect what I’ve built. I know that dad thinks that I’m here out of guilt and the only thing I’m guilty of is being the best. I wanted to tell you that I love you. But if you’re lookin down on me and you’re ashamed then you too can kiss my ass. I wanted to make amends with dah and hash out all this tension but its clear, he, like them- they don’t want to face the truth. He’s stuck in his own ways; as are they. No one wants to admit that I’m face of the company. Dah doesnt want to admit that hes been wrong about me all these years. He preaches about family and honor and look what that's got him, the same run down house, a wife whose buried beneath my feet and a son that he loathes because I’m your son. It is not my fault his life turned out the way that it did but its the Guardians fault that their lives are are on a collision course with Ragnarok. Mah, Alex cannot protect Bonnie. He can posture and boast all he wants but in this year alone, I have separated myself from the entire history of WCF and became the biggest WCF star they ever had. The Guardians all want that, even if they have to leech off bonnie to get it. If Bonnie can get a taste than all the Guardians think that they’ll get a taste. They art the gang that Bonnies going to drag along. Shes going to get tired of it. I suspect that shes already tired of it.
Alex Richards just wants to prove that he can hang with me and will try his hardest just to convince himself that he can but everyone knows that I would ruin his entire familys timeline if I so felt like it and this week, I dunno, I just may as well feel like it. He’s one of those guys who I dunno why hes around. He provides no useful commentary or skills. Hes a warm body like Teo that just fills a roster spot. Look at us, right, we’re WCF. We have Alex Richards. WCF needs to lookto the future and yet they allow the Staches, Richards, Kaine, Singh and Augustine to hang around. I need to pummel him and cast him and the rest of the Guardians out of the WCF; with Noble Savage right behind them. I havent forgotten about her. She betray me. She chose those shit faced Guardians over being mentored by the greatest WCF Champion. Sunday night will be the continued dominance of the Guardian faction. Maybe then Bonnie will smarten up and ditch them when she sees them for the lead weights that they really are. I’m going to Ragnarok Richards through the gawd damn earth, so help me, Jam Willy. Am I ever going to Raganrok him through the damn earth. Send him back to Action Wrestling, where even Tort don’t want to deal with his bullshit no more. After Payback, I’m done with the Guardians, I’m done with Bonnie Blue and as far as I’m concerned, they are thru here in WCF. They are not needed nor are they wanted. They contribute nothing. I’m going to ball up that pasty pile of albino dogshit, put him on Teos front lawn and light him on fire, so that once again Teo can crush Alex under his boot heels. Then Bonnie can go cry elsewhere because when shes not giftwrapped a world title then the world must be against her. Pft, entitled little twat. I’m going to rip her to pieces but first, her friend, then Noble Savage. Such fuckery will not go unpunished. At ONE, I’ll beat her so severely, everyone will remember it. They’ll all remember the day I cemented my name atop the company. Then they will all walk in the shadow of the All Father.
Of your son.
Of their champion.
Happy Thanksgiving mom but it won’t be so thankful or joyous for them.
So I have spoken.. So it shall.. Come to pass.
Odin Balfore
Vs
Alex Richards
Dinner For Immortals pt 1
wordcount: 3023
___________________________
Prologue
I have not seen my father in a year, give or take; not since mom died. Hell, maybe even longer. We never got along and perhaps the one thing that could have brought us closer together is one thing that ripped us further apart. I tried to make amends, however, he didnt want that fence painted, as it were. I wanted to pay for the funeral but it was already taken care of by my old friend Conrad, who had taken up a friendship with my father, most likely over a mutual disdain for me. Nonetheless, if there is one thing that's going to bring us together. Its food.
______________________________
Chapter I: No Time for Eatin’
1771 Cherrywood Lane. St. Could, Minnesota
It was ice cold in Minnesota. Always felt that way on Cherrywood. I pulled up in the Beamer of Death and looked at the small three bedroom that was longer than it was wide. The house had gone through a repainting as it was blue last I saw it and this time it was more of a cream color. The wooden fence was new and fresh with white paint. The grass was still thick and healthy. I guess the old man has to keep busy somehow. I walk up to the front door which also looks new and give it a quick pound with the side of my fist.
No answer.
I give it another pound of my fist and still no answer. I look around for a spare key because heaven forbid my dad gives me a key to the house. After a moment of looking, I find a key under a potted plant and let myself inside. The sight that I see is that of a 78 year old man in his officers uniform with a noose around his neck, standing on a chair and trying to kick it over. Gillian, my pet raccoon is clinging to the rope, trying a gnaw away at it.
“ Nilla, get cho ass ovah here and help me.” I can here gill franticly yelling at me through our telepathic link.
Yah, I have a telepathic link with my pet raccoon. God shit, son; you wouldnt understand.
I rush over, grab my dad and the rope, yanking it off the support beam that it was tied to. I set my dad on the couch and he starts crying.
“God damn it, why did you have to come here!” He yells and sobs. “Why couldnt you just let me die? All I want to do is die. I’m old and I’m tired.” Then he shows me his hands. “ I tried. I tried to keep busy. I fixed the roof, re-sided the house, planted new grass, build a new wooden fence by hand and a new door. Look at my hands boy. Look at my hands! They’re bruised, callus and blisters and she’s not here to hold them. That's all I want.”
I hug my father, trying to comfort him.
“Its ok, Dah. Its ok. I’m here now.”
“Yah and what kind of consolation is that? You only come around when you want, when its convenient for ya. The hell do I want you here for, what; so you could rub it in my face? All you ever do is come over and steal my cat. “
Dah thinks that Gillian is a cat. *shurg* He’s old.
“Dah” I answer. “ Gill can come with us. We’re going to go see mom and then we’re going to fly out to Hawaii and see my friend, ZMAC. He and his girlfriend - well, his girlfriend invited us over for thanksgiving. “
“I don’t want to see your mother.” He stammered. “ I see her everyday. I just want to hold her. That's what you don’t understand. I went to war with the commies for your mom. I enlisted and become a paratrooper for her. Killed fifteen vietcong with these same hands that built that door you kicked in.”
“Dah, you need family.”
“The only family I need is the cat. He stays with me because he loves me.”
“Nilla, I only stay with you because of the medical marijuana. That you give good belly rubs.” Gill scampers off into the kitchen. “Shit, I’m gettin me this juice. You gotta poke the straw in though, cant evah get that straw in.”
“Yah gill, I’ll be right there.” I reply.
“Don’t follow him. He’s only lookin for food and I just fed him an hour ago.”
“Dude, I got a man sized thirst. And so what you fed me an hour ago. Yous about to awf yaself. Who gone work the can opener then, jesus? Fuck outta here with that boo-shit.”
I go in the kitchen and help Gill as Dah continues.
“What friends you even dragging me to see?”
“ZMAC, you know, Conrads son. “
“I met that ZMAC, does Conrad know he’s that guys dad?”
“Hah, he hates ZMAC more than you hate me.”
“ I don’t hate you. I resent you. You’re dumb and you’re selfish and you’re too much like your mother. “
“Come on dah, lets get your jacket. We should head out before it gets too cold and dark.”
“Its never too cold or dark for us. If you got off that fruity island of yours with all that queer sex, then you’d know that.”
“Dah, I have a mansion in Denmark that I stay at most of the time.” I go and grab my dads jacket off the coat rack and help him up. “ Its a long flight to Hawaii, you’ll want to see mom before you go. “
The three of us leave the house and walk up to the car.
“Look at this fancy car. Fancy car for a fancy man. “ My Dah remarks. sarcastically. I help him in the passenger's seat and he looks back. “ And this fancy gold belt? Is your junk not big enough to keep your pants up?”
“Its the WCF World Championship, Dah. I’m contractually obligated to take it with me and represent the company.”
“Aye, last time you were here, you didnt have that belt. As much as I hated it, your mother always supported you and your fruity wrestling. I’d say good for you but it probably made you more of a conceded jackass than you already are. I suppose you be wantin a fancy kiss from your dah, too. Congratulate you on all the shame that you bring to my house.”
“What shame? I’m rich. I have a mansion in Denmark, I own an island nation. I’m a recognized world wide celebrity, I’m immort--”
Dah punches me right in my face.
“Don’t you bring that up. You know nothing of immortality. You sit in your fancy castle with your fancy belt, eating your fancy food and flying around in that fancy plane. What do you know about immortality? You weild it like a child wields a gun. A fucking disaster waiting to happen. I don’t know what my daft brother was thinking when he gave it to you.”
TL;DR - My uncle is Santa Claus and he gave me the shroud of immortality as a thanks for saving him from the Chinese in 2011.
“I guess he saw something in me.” I remark.
“ Clearly not the disappointing dog shit that I see before me, I tell you what. “
“YOu know, Dah, I figured just once you’d be proud of me.”
“Proud of you? Mother Mary, boy wants me to be proud of him. I’m not proud of you because your mother coddled you too much. Look at you, you wouldnt know an honest days work if it went up and bit you on your nut sack.”
“I’m seven foot tall. I’m top of my industry.”
“ Seven foot he says. So am I. We’re asgardians, boy.”
“I’m on the world three hundred days a year. I’m traveling all the time. Its hard work.”
“Ah but you’re immortal so how hard can it be? You don’t get winded. You don’t get tired. You don’t age. You don’t need to eat or sleep. You’re superman, you act for the sake of acting. You’re nothing but the personified weakness of humanity without any of its strengths. Now lets go see your mom before you start crying because your dah speaks the truth.”
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Chapter II: MOM
St. Marys Cemetary. St. Cloud, Minnesota.
Me and Dah stand in front of the marble angel that is my mother's grave. Aileen Larson. Beloved mother and wife. Nothing more needs to be said. In row among rows, her grave stuck out as a piece of heaven. It was beautiful.
“Dah, do you want to say a few words.”
“Why?” he grumped. “What words do I need to say. Anything I need to say to her I’ve said everyday for fifty years. She doesnt need me to come here to tell her that I love her and that I miss her. I missed her every time she stepped into another room. You needed to come here and you brought me here so you wouldnt feel as guilty. You’re a piece of shit. You wouldnt know but I come here every Sunday and keep her grave. Have you? Have you come here every Sunday for two years or did you only come by today because Thanksgiving has you feeling all sentimental and you miss your ma? You didnt miss her when the light wore from her eyes. You didnt miss her when she started her episodes. When she started forgetting. Yah but she never forgot you. Always knew who you were. Always watched you on TV. Always kept a plate and a seat for you at the table even though you never came home to visit. I watched her slip away from me. I watched Dementia take her in an awful way. While you were out Saving Christmas and fucking whores on that queer sex island of yours, I was right here everyday. You werent there when she forgot who I was. When she would look at our wedding photo and remark about the nice couple. That was us. It killed me more to know your mom forgot all our happy memories but remembered dthat you were her son and she was proud of you - as ungrateful and selfish as you are.
Even when she was slipping and you came around - you knew. And yet you’d come around like now. Save face. Be a family man when it suits you. Disgraceful. You come around like now and try to impress us with your fancy cars and clothes. Take us out to fancy places with your gold belt on your arm.”
My dah puts his hand in my face and shows me his wedding band.
“See this; that's my gold belt. That's my championship and that girl right there in that cold dark ground is my world. Now I’m just the champion of the ashes and memories that’ll soon fade with me. You sought fame and fortune. I seeked family and honor. That's the difference between us, boy; a difference you never understood. There things in this world more important that fame and fortune. All the golden whores in the world and you couldnt have what I had with your mum. Yet now that shes gone you want to come around and be the son she always thought she had. You were the one good memory that she had and you couldnt even be that for her. So you wana come here and say your peace to her - say it to yourself because that's the only person interested in hearing it. Convince yourself that you loved her, missed her or that you could have wished to do more. You could have and you didnt. You didnt because you’re a low life piece of shit who didnt care about anyone or anything and you got worse when my damn brother gave you that mantle. You want to think you’re a son, you werent. You want to think you’re a good person, you’re not. You’re just a boy with a filthy soul. You’re here because you think you need to be. Well WE didnt need you then and WE don’t need you now. So you make peace with yourself. I’ll be in the car. “
Dah returns to the car leaving me there to talk to my mom.
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Chapter III: A Remembrance of Family
Mah, I know you heard all that mess that dah was saying. I know you heard him disrespect me like that. But you know what I do and what needs to be done. I know you proud of me no matter what I do or who I hurt. I’m the top in my field, the best at what I do and I am beset on all sides by those that want to undo everything that I have accomplished. I cannot have that. I will not have that. I’ll murder the world in cold blood. Every last one of them. I’ve fought Bonnie Blue so many times that its a damn joke at this point and in a month, the world will weep for her. This week, I have to fight her nipple sucking co-hort, Alex Richards. A joke in WCF. A joke to me. I spit at him. I want to tell you that I might not be the nice guy in this but I am THEE guy in this. I carry my championship with pride. I do what I do to protect what I’ve built. I know that dad thinks that I’m here out of guilt and the only thing I’m guilty of is being the best. I wanted to tell you that I love you. But if you’re lookin down on me and you’re ashamed then you too can kiss my ass. I wanted to make amends with dah and hash out all this tension but its clear, he, like them- they don’t want to face the truth. He’s stuck in his own ways; as are they. No one wants to admit that I’m face of the company. Dah doesnt want to admit that hes been wrong about me all these years. He preaches about family and honor and look what that's got him, the same run down house, a wife whose buried beneath my feet and a son that he loathes because I’m your son. It is not my fault his life turned out the way that it did but its the Guardians fault that their lives are are on a collision course with Ragnarok. Mah, Alex cannot protect Bonnie. He can posture and boast all he wants but in this year alone, I have separated myself from the entire history of WCF and became the biggest WCF star they ever had. The Guardians all want that, even if they have to leech off bonnie to get it. If Bonnie can get a taste than all the Guardians think that they’ll get a taste. They art the gang that Bonnies going to drag along. Shes going to get tired of it. I suspect that shes already tired of it.
Alex Richards just wants to prove that he can hang with me and will try his hardest just to convince himself that he can but everyone knows that I would ruin his entire familys timeline if I so felt like it and this week, I dunno, I just may as well feel like it. He’s one of those guys who I dunno why hes around. He provides no useful commentary or skills. Hes a warm body like Teo that just fills a roster spot. Look at us, right, we’re WCF. We have Alex Richards. WCF needs to lookto the future and yet they allow the Staches, Richards, Kaine, Singh and Augustine to hang around. I need to pummel him and cast him and the rest of the Guardians out of the WCF; with Noble Savage right behind them. I havent forgotten about her. She betray me. She chose those shit faced Guardians over being mentored by the greatest WCF Champion. Sunday night will be the continued dominance of the Guardian faction. Maybe then Bonnie will smarten up and ditch them when she sees them for the lead weights that they really are. I’m going to Ragnarok Richards through the gawd damn earth, so help me, Jam Willy. Am I ever going to Raganrok him through the damn earth. Send him back to Action Wrestling, where even Tort don’t want to deal with his bullshit no more. After Payback, I’m done with the Guardians, I’m done with Bonnie Blue and as far as I’m concerned, they are thru here in WCF. They are not needed nor are they wanted. They contribute nothing. I’m going to ball up that pasty pile of albino dogshit, put him on Teos front lawn and light him on fire, so that once again Teo can crush Alex under his boot heels. Then Bonnie can go cry elsewhere because when shes not giftwrapped a world title then the world must be against her. Pft, entitled little twat. I’m going to rip her to pieces but first, her friend, then Noble Savage. Such fuckery will not go unpunished. At ONE, I’ll beat her so severely, everyone will remember it. They’ll all remember the day I cemented my name atop the company. Then they will all walk in the shadow of the All Father.
Of your son.
Of their champion.
Happy Thanksgiving mom but it won’t be so thankful or joyous for them.
So I have spoken.. So it shall.. Come to pass.
