Folly of A Fallen God

[Odin Balfore]

RP 1
Slam
Odin Balfore / Noble Savage vs. Bonnie Blue / Johnny Rabid


FOLLY OF A FALLEN GOD

Wordcount: 2781

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PART 1: FOLLY OF A FALLEN GOD

We fade into darkness, just the sweeping sounds of water, of rain. It is gentle at first but gets heavier and heavier until Odins voice breaks the singularity. 

ODIN:

"ONE did not go my way, however, rarely is that the case it seems. Such uncertainties will not happen again. When the match happened, I was livid. Three little Guardians managed to each weasel into my match in their own snake-like ways to try and undermine everything that I had built up over the past near decade. Now, here I am, some twenty-four hours later, in the walk in shower that might as well be a hidden waterfall lagoon. Here, I realize my folly. My folly in comfort-ability, my folly in my own contentment, as if I have automatically earned world championship number six. Part of me feels that way, the part scoops my career together and says: look what I have done. Truth be told, every week is a new week. Every match is new match and every opponent is a new opponent. I wasnt hungry like I was this time last year. That was the problem; I just wanted something back rather than going out there and taking it back. It was a God like folly that will not happen again." 

The darkness dissipates to the light. The darkness melts into steam as Odin sits on a sauna bench just outside his shower room. He stands up, walks out of the glass walled room and walks towards the camera. He walks past the trophy room and mutters to himself.

ODIN:

"I’ll get there. I’m not stopping. Never stopping. "

Odin walks into his room where he sees Lady Abernathy sitting at the foot oh his bed, clad in leather pants, boots and a green and black, somewhat conservative Gothic top. Her hair obscures her face as Odin walks across the room past her; paying her no mind he lets his towel fall to the floor as he walks in his closet to get changed. The Lady seems flustered and annoyed. 

LADY ABERNATHY:

"Truly, men are piggish brutes; have you no shame?"

ODIN:

"Its my house, you can get the fuck out." 

LADY ABERNATHY: 

"Have you no respect for a lady?"

ODIN:

"Oh, I’m sorry. You must not be familiar with my work. Also, didnt know that child murderers are ladies; wasnt aware that I had to respect them. You know, its something truly twisted about a woman, the creator of human life to be able to go out and murder another woman and worse still, a small child. I mean, men I get; I’m a dumb animal. The only difference between men and pigs are - well - you know that old saying, I’m sure. I would understand if you killed men but you don’t. Rather, you just sacrifice small animals, to some timid little spectre because the real demons aint got time for people like you."

LADY ABERNATHY:

"Is that so, Fallen God; when did you become an expert on demons?"

ODIN:

"I’m sorry, this is Odin Balfore, you must want Odin Samuelson, he’s down the road a bit. "

Odin comes out, fully dressed in dark jeans, a white tee shirt, and brown cowboy boots. 

ODIN: 

"You must not mean me because if you did, you’d know that my uncle is the Christmas demon; a small demon I’m sure but even he says that. I can give you his cell number if you want to double check. "

LADY ABERNATHY: 

"Don’t you want to know how I got into your home; the home of a self proclaimed God."

ODIN:

"Not really, why do you smell like vanilla cupcake and fruit stripe gum? Its an odd choice in pheromones. You smell like a fourth graders bagged lunch. However, let me guess, you came here with an offer that I can’t refuse or shouldn't refuse because its of earthshaking proportions. Then you were prepared for carnal desires in case I couldnt be reasoned with. Either case, you'd be right. A rather easy spell but one that is quite unbreakable."

LADY ABERNATHY:

You are perceptive - for a man. 

ODIN: 

"Lady,  Lady, you know that theres a Jew always trying to be my manager right and that I’m a world traveled veteran of of multiple realms; you shan't trick me as you did the girl. As I am sure that you tricked the girl or plucked her from her most vulnerable. It is a very solid tactic, why her though, I’m not sure. However, you said you had a proposition for me. So unless you have fruit snacks in your gooch or cinnabuns in your bra, I suggest you get down to brass tax."


we can see Buddy Roman outside of the bedroom window, holding up a boombox with tears streaming down his face before we pan back over to Lady Abernathy. 

LADY ABERNATHY:

"I see things, Fallen God. I sense things. I can see in your heart. This coming week you have a tag team match with MY Noble Savage. Thee Noble Savage, the World Champion, Noble Savage. You are teaming together against Bonnie Blue, that disgusting Time Witch and Johnny Rabid, that philosophical fool. Now, you can be the brute that I know you are deep down or you and Noble can exact revenge against the duo that have wronged you both. However, I need to know that you and I see eye-to-eye, so to speak."

ODIN: 

"Indeed, you speak. I suppose you want me to assess my enemies, Bonnie Blue who has actively turned her back on her principals to gain the WCF Championship or fight against the World Championship. Oddly enough, Lady, you and I have similar enemies. You want to know if I am I am able to be trusted or if I am going to turn my back. Lady, I am sure that you have done your homework; me and tag team matches are something special. So yah, I’ll be there for Noble. I will make sure that no one gets to her on the caveat that when the time comes, I get to her. She still has something that I want." 

LADY ABERNATHY:

"Yes, yes; I heard your feeble thoughts. When the time comes, if the time comes. However, such things I will not promise. Fallen God, we shall see if you continue to folly. "

Odin looks away for a moment to take his Rolex off his dresser. He turns back and Lady Abernathy is gone. 

ODIN:

"I guess we will see, then." 

We see Odin continue to get dress and get ready to go out as the scene fades to black. 

PART 2: PUT THE DOG DOWN

We fade into shifting starlight, bleeding moonlight and the mild January winds of Florida. Outside of city lines is a small nestle of woods, marshy earth and slime. Lady Abernathy, dressed as she was the last time we we saw her leads Noble through the woods blindfolded with hands bound in front of her. The Lady leads the world champion like a dog, Nobles boots squishing and sinking into the mud with every step as Lady's apparel seem to stay immaculate. No doubt this is another test. 

NOBLE SAVAGE:

"Lady, what is the point in this?"

LADY ABERNATHY:

"My child, you never see the point in anything and that is precisely the point. It is not much longer now, so keep pace before I leave you in this mire to rot." 

We reach a clearing, lit by flaming torches, each being held in a circle by hooded figures. A barking dog can be seen chained to a nearby tree and foaming at the mouth. Lady removes Nobles blindfold. Noble looks at the scene and becomes deflated.

NOBLE SAVAGE:

"What is all this for; I won the WCF World Championship. I beat Odin Balfore and the Guardians in a single night."

Lady is having none of her interruptions and sass. 

LADY ABERNATHY:

"Hush child, you have much to learn. If you think that everything will be easier now then you have retained nothing. If anything, things will be harder. I would expect nothing less from this lot of challengers and would be heros." 

NOBLE SAVAGE:

"Johnny Rabid, the scarecrow that he is, nothing more. He played no factor in my victory at ONE. Perhaps he has realized when even he is outclassed, not that he is a proper match up for me anyway. If he could play a part he would have but at the end of it all, Alex Richards paid the price. Although, I would have preferred that it was the Time Witch that I could have Curb Stomped for the pin; that would be the sweetest of them all." 

LADY ABERNATHY:

"This week you have your opportunity to prove that to him, both him and the Time Witch."

Nobles eyes light up. 

NOBLE SAVAGE:

"You mean?"

LADY ABERNATHY:

"Indeed. Vengeance comes in many forms."

NOBLE SAVAGE:

"Who am I teaming with? Teo Del Sol, Samuel McPhearson, Odin Balfore?"

LADY ABERNATHY:

"Do not concern yourself with that. Focus. Focus on the task at hand. You may be the world champion but you are also at your most vulnerable. We shall harden that vulnerability. Behold. Johnny Rabid is a virus, a sickness, a dog, to be frank. The internal fire that consumes him shall consume all those around him. It is too late for the Time Witch but it is not too late for you. I shall not have you sullen yourself and fall to such mediocrity of humanity. "

Noble takes a steps forward and gazes with pity on the dog. 

NOBLE SAVAGE:

"Rabies the personified definition of the hands that feeds you. I still have not forgiven the Time Witch for her betrayal. Us Guardians - nay, I am not a Guardian; that much is clear. They used me and I allowed them. I allowed them to take hold and manipulate my weakness in the same way that Johnny Rabid did to the Time Witch. I should have pity for her but I do not. She made her tactical transgressions in using me, as if that's all I am. She will continue to pay for it. She will continue to pay for until I decide that her debt is paid. Lady if what you say is true then I relish the opportunity to get my hands on Johnny Rabid and the Time Witch at the same time. I am going to twist and wrong them both until they too call their gods. They can gaze upon me, I am the champion now. This week, I shall give Johnny Rabid the pain that he deserves. He can only imagine the kind of fighter I am in that ring. However, by the time he realizes that, it shall be too late for him and the Time Witch. No matter who my tag team partner is this week, vengeance shall be mine alone and they will all call their Gods, their champions.. They will all call me. I defeated False Gods, I defeated Guardians and now I shall put to rest this Rabid Dog who is off whimpering in the corner and licking his wounds." 

Nobles demeanor turns sweet and loving as she hunches over and whistles for the dog who responds with viciousness. Noble kneels down just out of the dogs reach and turns back to Lady.

NOBLE SAVAGE:

"Truly, this is a sickness and his anger is misplaced. He is deranged and demented. However, my anger is not misplaced. Lady, tell me what I must do to become a stronger champion. Imbued in me the skills necessary to elevate myself over the likes of Johnny Raid and the Time Witch. I am ready."

One of the robed participants breaks away from the circle, unchains the dog and brings him to the center of the circle. Lady approaches Noble and hands her a ceremonial dagger. Noble follows the dog into the center of the circle. 

The sky is clear. 

The stars are bright

And one dogs suffering is no more. 

PART 3: FOLLY OF THE TIME WITCH

We fade in looking at the outside of Lyfefort. In the necromancy field we see Odin sitting on a log watching a large bonfire swirl and plume. He has a 12 inch stuffed doll of himself in his hand. Its old, a doll made earlier in his career. It is worn and stained but still well snitched. Odin reflects while staring at the fire.

ODIN:

  " I’m not used to being a hero. Hell, I’m not even used to being myself or even my fathers son. I do not know how many of the God Daddys kids out there call me uncle in their dreams - dreams of me whisking them off and rescuing them from mediocrity or worse - Guardian levels of suck. I rescued Bonnie Blue from from Guardian levels of suck but clearly I am not given credit for it. Brandi, yes, Brandi has rescued Bonnie Blue from Guardian levels suck, even having been sucked in herself - even she rescued Bonnie from that hellish pit of a balds man wet fever dream of wrapping his lips around Bonnies mons pubis; the gross mental image that it is. Now as I sit here next to this barn fire, I refuse to give Johnny Rabid his due as a madman or a genius. He is not cunning or Kay-knife-ing enough to even pull off this plan that he has in his head - one that he no doubt shares with Alex Richards. Hell, I don’t want to say that Bonnie is gullible enough but she is trusting enough, wishful enough to be taken in by the thoughts of a better tomorrow - the folly of the Time Witch- ironically. She did not fight hard enough and I held back; again I was complacent in my effort. A mistake. However, this week I do not find that to be the case. I do not find that complacency is a defined box or a space in my closet. "

Odin holds the doll of himself up, looking at it as the firelight gleams in the background.

ODIN:

"I’m sure that long ago, I helped out one girl fight and battle back from the madness and the chaos. I am confident that I can do it again. As a God, as a World Champion, these are things that I either never thought of or couldn't have imagined. Yes, I know that I touched lives but not in that real sense of it. I never saved anyone from a burning building but perhaps I have saved them from broken homes and shattered souls. I am yet to be sure that Bonnie Blue needs saving. I understand that this is 2019 and she don’t need no man or be saved by the epitome of chauvinistic misogyny that I am. However, as toxic as that seems in 2019, there is a part of her that wants it. Monday night Brandi and I get to rescue Bonnie from herself. This is the nail in the coffin that Brandi is better than Bonnie and is the World Champion; even that I cannot deny - for the moment. We do have a job to do, together at Slam. This combined snake of Rabid and Blue will coil, slither and fall to us. Somewhere and sometime I would like to think that a little girl called her god and he didnt answer. I - I don’t check my messages; that's my fault. With that said, perhaps I have some making up to do. If I do, let that start at Slam when I help Brandi Noble clean up the mess that she got herself into with the Guardians. We will take on this obsolete opposition of not one but two former world champions that never materialized. I know that, that hurts Rabid the most; he never truly materialized in potential or championship greatness. I will not speculate on his reasoning for aligning with Blue as I have done in the past few week as they too have become obsolete; that is Rabids Folly. This week we will dominate, decimate and frustrate this tandem of sorrow. They forget that my specialty is tag team wrestling. My specialty is frustrating my opponents. They forget just as I forgot. Brandi and I shall remind them. They will call their God and I’ll just be right there laughing at them."