The Gun He Wields

[Odin Balfore]

RP 1

WCF

Payback

WCF Championship 

Odin Balfore 

Vs. 

Bonnie Blue 

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Chapter I: The Gun He Wields

Slam! 11/26

* The fans roar and come to life, chanting for the Time Witch. *

Crowd: Bonnie, Bonnie, Bonnie. 

* Odin Balfore is laying flat on his back, slipping between consciousness. The distant commentary of Zach Davis and Freddy Whoa. *

Zach Davis: Odin Balfore has been put through the Spanish announce table. 

Freddy Whoa: What a statement to make a week out from Payback. 

Zach Davis: The fans are on their feet. Odin Balfore has been put down. The world champion has been put on notice by the Guardians and Noble Savage who came from behind and started this assault with a wrench to the bad knee of the champion. 

* Odin sinks into a darkness among the crows noise. *

‘ maybe your dah was right. Perhaps you wield immortality like a child wields a gun. Or maybe you don’t wield it good enough. These mortals have made a mistake and we will make them pay. Yah, lets make them pay.’

* Odin wakes and sits up. * 

Zach Davis: The Champ is up. 

Freddy Whoa: And the champ looks pissed. 

Zach Davis: EMTs are coming to check on Odin whose been put through the table and has only just sat up after several minutes of not moving.

* The emts move in to try and help Odin but he shrugs them off and gets to his feet. They still try and administer help, although he refuses. Odin limps gingerly as the emts continue to crowd him. This sets the champ off and he headbuts one of them and throws the other clear across the ringside floor. Refs come down to try and calm the champion but as they slide into the ring and around the steel steps, Odin picks up the ring and begins to lift. *

Zach Davis: Oh my god, Odin Balfore is lifting the entire WCF ring up. 

* The ref spill out onto the floor as Odin up-ends the ring and starts to walk towards the back *

Freddy Whoa: Odin looks like a man on a mission. 

* As officials and ring crew run down ro help the refs and fix the ring, Odin lays them out with rights and lefts. *

Zach Davis: Odin is creating a mess of carnage. He’s not even allowing the ring crew to come down and fix things. Everyone is getting laid out. 

* Odin goes behind the curtain and people move out of his way. He makes his way towards Singhs new GM office and kicks the door in. Singh has a big smile but wipes it off. *

Odin Balfore: Do you think I’m just going to let this stand, huh? You think I’m going to allow the Guardians to do what they want without paying their dues. I’ll fucking end all of them. 

Steven Singh: I get it, I know. I shouldnt allow them to get their hands on you and treat our esteemed champion that way. Its bad for the brand and bad for the business and I will not allow it. 

Odin Balfore: But you did allow it. Here you are and here i am. I know it felt good for you, seeing me get beat down. You want Bonnie to do the thing that you couldn't. You couldn't cause the regime change as a wrestler and now you think you can do it as GM. History has a way of repeating itself singh and it didn't go well for the last guy that thought he could challenge my reign from the upper box. You are not immune from my wrath. 

Steven Singh: Odin, I’m GM now and I really beg - BEG to differ about that. Listen, I had no idea that Noble Savage was hiding under the ring with a three quarter inch socket wrench or the wrench used to tighten the ring ropes. I had no idea that they were going to put you through the spanish announce table. Not a clue and I take offense that you would insinuate that I had anything to do with that. But hold that thought because one, You just kicked down my door. You owe the area a couple buckles for that door. Two, you injured some first responders. That's a lotta red tape. Three, you hurt WCF officials AND flipped the ring. Right now I’m imposing a fifty million dollar fine against you for malicious acts with intent to cause injury. Do you know how much you get paid; I know. Lets just say you’ll be working another ten years just to pay this back. But hey, I mean, you own an island, you got the money, so why the hell do we pay you five million a year? This is chump change for you. I expect a check by Payback or I’m not allowing you to wrestling and you’ll have to forfeit your WCF Championship to Bonnie Blue. 

* Odin thinks for a moment and looks down at a glass coffee table. *

Odin Balfore: Yah, history can be a bitch. 

* Odin grabs Singh by the throat, hulk slams into the wall and then choke slams him through the glass coffee table. More officials rush in after hearing the commotion and rush Odin. They peel Odin off of Singh as they check on him and call for more EMTs Odin walks out with a thousand yard stare in his eye has Hank Brown rushes him with a microphone. *

Hank Brown: Odin, we haven't seen this kind of destruction from you in a long time. What the hell is going on?

Odin Balfore: I just got tired of the wrong people thinking that they were the right people. From the Guardians, to Savage and to Singh. If they were the right people then they would already have this WCF Championship. Stained with my blood. Now their blood will be on the company's hands and for once, it aint Seths fault but their own. 

Hank Brown: I heard Singh tell you that if you didn't pay a fine that you wouldn't be able to compete at Payback and that you’d have to forfeit your title. Certainly he’s going to strip you now. 

Odin Balfore: As soon as he’s done peeling shards of glass out of his back. He and everyone else needs to remember that I’m the man that wields the gun around here. I’m the guy that calls the shots, makes the shots and fires the final shot. Not Singh, Not Savage and certainly not Bonnie Blue. Payback might be a witch but there is only ONE All Father. Bonnie Blue, the Guardians are desperate and they are being played by Noble Savage. She’ll get hers too. Trust me, I’ll be right on top of her at ONE. Bonnie wants Payback.. She’s gonna catch it. 

* Odin walks off. * 

Hank Brown: Odin, where you going?

Odin Balfore: To get a bigger gun.

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Chapter II: A Mantle in Question. 

Krampus’ Lair. Greenland. 

*In the snowy peaks of Greenland is the Lair of Krampus, the evil demon of Christmas schemes away as he hears a loud knock echoing through the walls of the cave. The well dressed Krampus, in the form of a middle aged Tommy Lee Jones walks towards the entrance of the cave as Odin Balfore meets him halfway. Krampus materializes his memo book and flips the pages. * 

Krampus: Odin, surprised to see you. I’m not scheduled to interfere in your life for another few weeks; yet here you are. To what do I owe this esteemed displeasure?

Odin Balfore: Jam Willy told me that the counterpart to my mantle is missing.

Krampus: That is true, I myself have been looking for it. We are both men of integrity, I will not lie about that. 

Odin Balfore: Whose was it?

Krampus: An elder God, a creator God; more power than you. 

Odin Balfore: Who had it?

Krampus: If I knew that, we would not be having this conversation. You would dead and I would be laughing. You should ask Ragnir or your father, they would know. 

Odin Balfore: My dad is not pleased with me. Besides, why would my dad know?

* Krampus materializes a hot cup of tea and takes a sip as he walks away from Odin. * 

Krampus: Your uncle is an immortal. Use your brain, you oaf. 

Odin Balfore: He was granted it by the elder Gods. Then he gifted me mine. 

Krampus: And whose mantle do you think you possess? Why do you think your father cannot kill himself properly; his kin currently wields it like a child with a gun. 

* Odin and Krampus speak in unison * 

Both together: wow, my father told me the exact same thing. 

Krampus: Seriously Odin, I’m a magical immortal demon, how do you expect me not to know these things. You have your father's mantle. 

* Odin starts putting two and two together. * 

Odin Balfore: And that's why he hates me. He gave it up for mom and he feels that I miss use it. 

Krampus: Only took you seven years to figure it out. Did Gunnar ever tell you why he hates Ragnir; it is because he betrayed who he was. Ragnir was about to face judgement for his crimes and was granted asylum by the elder Gods. Now he toils away in his underwater workshop at the North Pole, forever atoning for his sins by making toys for children year after year. We’re destroyer Gods, Odin. We do not atone for our sins. 

Both Together: We just use a bigger gun. 

Krampus: That is why I foil my brother and that is why I hunt you at every pass. Do not atone for your sins, for you are the only one you have to answer too in the end. If you don’t believe me, follow me. 

* Krampus shows Odin to another room where along the cave wall are exhibits. Three exhibits, each with a mannequin. One for Gunnar, Odins father, one for Ragnir, Odins Uncle and one for Krampus. Ragnir and Krampus’s exhibits have translucent scarfs on the mannequins while Gunnars is bare. * 

Krampus: See. We are three of six. Gunnar, Ragnir and I.

Odin Balfore: Why do you have one?

Krampus: I am Ragnirs twin. At least I was until he betrayed us and locked himself away in that frozen prison he calls a kingdom. Just as you like to lock yourself away on that island of whores. You’re a lot like Ragnir, I’m more like Gunnar; which is partly why he hates you. You misuse his mantle and you act like his selfish brother. It is pretty solid ground for hatred. 

Odin Balfore: Why have you never told me this?

Krampus: That is your dads job, not mine. My job is Revenge, Payback, Obliterating all forms reality because..

Both together: Our will is law. 

Krampus: Now you’re gettin’ it, kid. You weild it like a child because you have not yet become a God. Be the God you were meant to be. Destroy all realities before you. Take no prisoners and give no ground. 

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Chapter III: A Bigger Gun

The Following is a recording from Stanley Moser to Odin Balfores cell phone inbox. 

“Odin, this is Stanley. Listen, I just wanted to give you the heads up that Singh is royally pissed. He says if you show back up at the area, you’ll be arrested for aggravated assault. You might wana lay low for awhile until Payback.”

Lay Low? Bah. Don’t think so.

I’m not here to lay low, to pretend like what went down didn't happen. I told everyone that I’m the man that wields the gun. I’m the one that calls the shots. I’m the one breathing life into this incarnation of WCF. Not anyone else and every other world champion no longer exists in 2018. 

SJW? Went to Action Wrestling. 

Steven Singh? Acting GM. 

Adam Yung? Not around. 

Dune? Aint nobody heard from him. 

Mikey Extreme? Aint noone reading that book no more. 

So the only constant voice in WCF, the only constant star that has been here is me. They tried to make new ones, they tried to bring back old ones and the result was the exact same. However, now I see that as much as it was Seth's fault in the past, he created this atmosphere for inbred nobodies to flaunt around proclaiming themselves to be world champion. Talking about championships that they’ve earned. Talking about legacies that they are owed. Bonnie Blue and her one note Guardians and temporary best friend - Noble Savage. Staying up all night having their girl talk, sayin how great it would be to have the first all female ONE main event. I told Bonnie Blue not to listen to her. Honest to goodness, told her, point blank, that Savage was using her because shes the easiest opponent and the fastest way to become world champion. Right now though, I have to deal with the delusional poser who feels even though that she has lost championship match after championship match, that she is OWED by ME this WCF Championship that I hold in my hands. The same championship that she bloodied me with. 

Question. Bonnie Blue. Little thought experiment.

What the fuck have you done to warrant this fight against the All Daddy? Have Noble Savage beat me for you, so that she could in turn beat you? You get bodied by me match after match? You, like Singh havnt done anything but rather you had your hench bitches run along and do the dirty work. Go ask Singh how that worked out for him. His church went and turned on him. The WCF went and turned on him. He’s now the commissioner of making sure you get real butter on your popcorn and not some substitute and it is MY job to ensure that there is a real champion holding this belt and not improper impostor like yourself who cant even get up the nerve to face me one on one in the middle of the ring unless she's contractually obligated too.

But I get it. Yous a bad bitch. I get. You need still need to prove to everyone and yourself that you’re on my level. You still need to go out there, make the sure the world is watching you because you are so insecure about yourself, that you don’t even trust the skills of your clone daddy to get the job done because seven years later, Bon, and his DNA is still inferior to the DNA of an Asgardian. I’d be shocked and surprised but aint nobody shocked and surprised that you cannot defeat me. Aint nothing in your career up till this point or in your dads career that you can point to and say:

“See, this is why I’m better than the All Father.”

Cuz there just aint nothing there. Aint no final jeopardy. Aint no top ten answers on the board and aint no vowels you can buy unless you want me to slip you a twenty for those pretty titties to slide up in my DMs. But you a bad, though. You ready to go out there and kill it. That's why you weren't backstage ready to kick my skull in when I went back through the curtain. You already got your bags and ran the fuck home cuz you knew I was ready to run up on you and smash you into oblivion. So let it be known that the ‘next world champion’ was too busy running and hiding rather than facing the music of a very revengeful Norse God. I guess when Singhs GM we just let chicken shits walk in and do whatever they want. Too bad for you, I’m still here and like with Singh, I don’t let chicken shits do whatever they want. I make them pay. I make them regret their life choices. At Payback I’ll make your daddy regret his. I’ll make sure I beat you down not only for everything that you’ve done, for all the spastic bullshit that you’ve sprouted and then I’ll beat you extra so that your daddy is reminded of the place that I put him in and he gets to relive that as I pummel his daughter into an unrecognizable bloody mess. I told you, Bonnie that you messed you. I told you that you don’t know what you’re messin with. You’ve been here before and you think you got all the answers but all I did is that I went and got a bigger gun. I went and got a bigger gun not because I need it. I got it because I’m ready to cause massive, monumental amounts of damage. Last time I gave you these hands. This time, you gone wish that's all I gave you. 

You think losing to Alex Richards on Slam was some big deal - some momentum breaker. You think jumping me and putting me through a table would soften me up; make me weary and hurt. You wanted to send a message. Message receive. You a dumb ass bitch if you think it takes more than that to put me away. Bonnie Blue, you dumbass time witch, you’ve been tryin to take me down for months and all you succeeded in doing is killing your own damn self. You can travel through time but not out of your own damn way. You can travel through time but not to one where you’re a relevant talent, let alone a champion. You can stand there and tell me that you looked into a billion futures and even if you found the single solitary one where Bonnie Blue is a world renowned world champion, decorated and honored- Bah. I spit on it. A fraction of a percent isnt even a percent. It doesn't even matter because you do not even matter. The good lord Jam Willy didn't even see to bless you and grant you a viable future for yourself, just one where your integrity, chastity, intelligence and womanhood were questioned and challenged at every.single. Opportunity. Yet you persevere through it all. You do it because you know that if you don’t then they are right. You prove that you have no integrity. You show that you are not chast. You expose your lack of intelligence and you devalue your own womanhood. That is why I carry a big gun. For big mouths like you with little hopes and little dreams. Thing is, Bonnie, I don’t take out that big gun till I need too. Alex Richards, no need for it. Jackson Kaine, no need for it. Noble Savage, three months ago, no need for it. 

You. Yah. After all this time, there's a need for it. Savage now, yah, there's a need for it. Payback isnt for you, though. Payback isnt for witches with wishy washy dreams. Its for Norse Gods that need to reload before walking into Atlantic City and turn it into a country music festival and I’m the deranged millionaire on the twenty third floor. I got my twelve suitcases and bump stocks at the ready. 

And trust me you boudle bitch, body bags will be on deck. 

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Chapter IV: A Gun in Time

Lyfefort. Denmark. 

* Odin Balfore sits in the throne room of his Nordic mansion. Wooden pillars line the room, as scons line the walls with lit candles. Odin sits atop a throne covered in polar bear pelts and adorned with elk horns. He has a large crystal ball in front of him, perched on a stand that is showing him holographic and augmented reality scenes at his command. He swipes his hand right as new realities appear. * 

Odin Balfore: Show J7-449. 

* Alternate reality J7-449 appears before the All Father, who studies it carefully. * 

Odin Balfore: Universe J7-449. Odin Balfore is WCF world champion. Show Universe 89-Zeta-B.

* Universe 89-Zeta-B is shown * 

Odin Balfore: Odin Balfore is world champion. Show Universe H2-G5.

* Universe H2-G5 is shown * 

Odin Balfore: Odin Balfore is world champion. 

* Odin swipes all the holograms away. * 

Odin Balfore: Bonnie Blue I have scoured billions of realities for you because I’m a nice guy like that. Spoilers: I’m not a nice guy like that. However, I figured that I’d go ahead and look to see where you come WCF World Champion; to see where my gun failed to go off. I wanted to see where I missed that kill shot and it turns out that I never miss. Such shock. Such awe. I’m absolutely shook at the fact that I’m the caliber of champion that I am. Such honor. Such prestige. Such magnificent dominance that I rain down upon WCF with - the world with. That is the true power of Ragnarok. That is the true power that I weild. Bonnie Blue I’m not here to humor you anymore. I’m not here to give a pittance of respect to your piece of shit daddy. I’m here to destroy all challengers. I do not need to go through the list again. That list is burned into your skull because you imagine yourself to be next. As much as you envision yourself being the galant conqueror of the All Father, you cannot help but try and shove all realities aside. The honest and brutal reality that YOU.ARE.MY.BITCH. 

Forget about KP, forget about Omega, Wade, Richards, whoever it is you’ve dated in the past because of as right now, you belong to me. And I get it, you’re a strong independent woman who don’t need no man. *wink* but lets face it, you need a real man. You need a man to talk down to you. To oppress you. To make you feel like the worthless piece of human garbage that you know you are inside. 

* Odin looks off to the side, directly into your soul and points in your direction. * 

Noble, that goes for you too. You see, I’m a misogynist. I’m better than women because I’m better than people and we know that women are not people. Its kinda a thing when you’re a living breathing god. Kinda a thing when you’re a living, breathing, walking, hall of fame career holding the WCF World Champion. It means that no one can tell me what to do. Means that only I can tell me what to do. It means that I wield the gun and I’m the best shooter in the biz. Because you see - 

* Odin holds up his arms as all the different realities appear before him. He forms his hand and index finger to the likeness of a gun and starts ‘shooting’ the the realities out of existence, * 

One by one.. *bang* every reality *bang* that you can think of * bang, bang * will be destroyed by ragnarok. Ragnarok is my might, my will - my gun. So all these realities *bang* that you try to will into existence with your oily heart and your charred out soul, will all crumble and perish in the presence of my might; of Ragnarok. *bang* There is nothing that you can do against me one on one, it is about the only thing that you have proven. The only thing your good at is getting your skinny ass dominated by me as you struggle to muster up that bad bitch persona that oh yah, you also fail at. This is your last chance at your life long quest for personal redemption. Fail here and… * Bang* it's all over. No more title shots. No more Guardians, no more Bonnie Blue. You’ll just be left knowing that when push came to shove, there was no one there to help you or save you because you cannot even save yourself - let along WCF. I’m going to victimize you in the middle of the ring. You’re going to see that I don’t just make history - I make hate crimes. When you’re dangling by your chicken neck, face turning that sexy shade of purple, nails digging into my arm, legs kicking at the air, eyes bloodshot and begging - and you see that smile come across my face. Yeah, I got a Time Witch in my hands and I don’t know what to do with her. I’ll just have to put her out of her sweet, little, self imposed misery. Just like every other bitch I’ve had to put down this year. I believe you’re number six. 

I mean, Bonnie, what exactly is your plan at Payback, are you going to beat me the old fashion way; please tell me its the old fashion way. Tell this reality that you’re finally going to ‘put me in my place’ and ‘claim your spot at the top of WCF’ and watch as that reality crumbles under the weight and sheer lunacy of those words. Proclaim to the world that you are the champion that you want to be then please wake up from that fever dream so that I can put your bitch ass to rest forever.. 

In ALL realities.

Since I stepped foot back into the WCF ring I have been unstoppable. You might be able to delay Ragnarok but you cannot stop it. Dune was supposed to be the one to shelf me, yet I shelved him. Mikey Extreme was supposed to give WCF hope that if you work hard you can - nope. Mikey Extreme disappeared. Now there's you, Bonnie Blue, and my dick so gawd damn hard just thinking about it. Payback is just a prequel to ONE and the coronation of my year long reign of Asgardian dominance. 

Now get ready to suck my dick.