THE BOOK OF SINNERS: THE UNHOLY 7 Mar 20, 2019 19:38:09 GMT -5 Alex Richards and John Rabid like this
Post by Odin Balfore on Mar 20, 2019 19:38:09 GMT -5
Mikey Extreme ( c )
THE BOOK OF SINNERS: THE UNHOLY 7
word count: 2072
word count: 2072
PART ONE: HALL OF SINNERS
It always snows in this part of Denmark. No matter the time, day or season. The All Father had enchanted the forest around Lyfe Fort, up to and including the ruins of Deth Fort, Corey Blacks old castle. Now a memorial stands there, right on the front lawn; made of stone and timber. There are three cherry wood trunks, fallen and arranged like church pews on either side of granite slabs, to be used like steps. At the end is a stone altar with an urn. The All Father approaches it, gripping the edges of the altar. The All Father clears his throat.
THE ALL FATHER:
“ CD - CD, hey, have you heard that I have a match for the Hardcore championship? I know I know, its been a while - perhaps too long a while. Damn shame, too; that belt is in a sad state of affairs much like the Tag Team was. I’m not willing to see that belt go too. Hell, I’m not willing to see any belt go. We have worked too hard for that stuff to happen. But the Hardcore title, that's a special history all of its own and its been ruined by people like Kat Phoenix and the Zero Tolerance and the Jay Omegas. Now Extreme has it and I guess that helps but not enough. It just lends to the notion that sub-par champions can hold the championship and make it mean something. And of course you know one of those ‘ sick bastard’ types has to poke their head where it don’t belong. They are all real sick bastards until the real sick bastards stand up and put them in their place and I’m going to have to do that. I tried to bring order to their petty bullshit and now I’m sucked into it, trying to save yet another championship. At least, I’m not too late for this one. I’ll tell you though, these guys, even Extreme, doesnt know what it was like in our day. Hell, even a year ago I was winning the most hardcore matches of the year. Battle of the Gods, Fall of the Gods, the Wheelchair match, what did Extreme do except put Omega through a table and hit the X marks the spot. I’ve been thrown off of scaffolding, blown up and beaten down. I’m been crushed by soda machines, blinded by chemicals and here I stand.
Oh, I know, let me give Mikey Extreme a hand for writing yet another shitty chapter in his book. And lets not forget about Morbid Wolf who beat Ultimate Destroyer. Hold up, stop this shit right now. The fucked up putrescence of it all. Creeping Death. I cannot let this stand. I cannot allow another championship to fall because somebody, these nobodies cannot and do not know how to properly hold it. “
The scenery starts to change as everything twists into darkness before sconces light the way as the All Father walks down the darkness into a great hall devoid of people aside from Creeping Death whos taken the aspect of Corey Black. The hall is great with many wooden tables and barrels of ale and feasts set to be had. The All Father approaches Creeping Death, slowly looking around and taking in his surroundings.
THE ALL FATHER:
“ Corey, where are we; what is this place?”
“ Not Corey. I’ve merely taken a form you would be comfortable with. It is I - Creeping Death and this - this is the HALL OF SINNERS. As of right now, it is empty. There is much ale to drink and much food to feast on. Yet it is fractured. The Seven Gods of Sin have not been united.”
THE ALL FATHER:
“ You mean the great Hardcore Champions of WCF?”
“ This is where we should be; us seven. You, I, Oblivion, Green Fever, Switches, Philip Baines and Zombie McMorris.”
THE ALL FATHER:
“ Why arnt they here? I mean, I understand why I’m not here but them - Switches, Greenie and Obi should be here at the very least.”
“ The Hardcore Championship is false. The belt being used currently is a new fabrication, a farce in the face of true Horror Kore. Zombie McMorris is the last of us to hold that championship, haunted by Switches. He buried it somewhere in Louisiana. You need to find the original WCF Hardcore Championship, the banner of which we all united under, our banner of blood and reclaim our honor and prestige. I agree that the belt has been tainted by lesser champions and now you are tasked with getting it back. Reunite the seven aspects of the WCF Hardcore Division, with the Seven Sinners. That is the only way to fill the HALL OF SINNERS so that WCF can be brought back to its former glory. Go find the Championship that ZMAC has buried and fill this hall with the sinners. “
THE ALL FATHER:
“ I will. I will reunite the Sinners and bring back glory not only to the HorrorKore Division but to the WCF as well. I’m here to take it back. I’m here to take WCF back. No , not from moving forward but moving in a sustainable direction. Mikey Extreme cant do that. Morbid Wolf cant do that. At Kingdom Come that won’t see Hardcore, they’ll see Horror Kore. They’ll see the banners of WCF coming for them as I make my way to the ring and silence them and their claims once and for all. They - they picked the wrong fight. Too fucking bad. They’ll be in the Shadow of the original Sinners of WCF and they will suffer for it. No man is without sin but some just do it better than others… “
The room twists and turns, goes black and returns Odin back to the memorial. The All Father knows what he must do as he confidently nods to the urn, to the memory of all the WCFs past sinners.
PART TWO: GOD OF SINNERS
THE ALL FATHER ( V/O):
Go back a few weeks when Morbid wolf grew himself a pair, the high pitched, leather tight pair that clung to the base of the plum tree. He hopped the railing, grabbed a chair and decided to go into business for himself. That's not a good thing in wrestling but then again, James Wolf wouldnt know a good thing even if it greeted him in the morning, pitching a tent for him before the morning coffee. So let me get this straight, Let me get this right ; we’re alll supposed to believe that James Wolf is a legitimate challenger Mikey Extreme, let alone the WCF Hardcore Championship. There is a legacy with the WCF Hardcore Championship, one that I need not lecture ol’ X on. Sure, we are rivals, no dobt about it - if’n he could be my rival. However, he understands the Hardcore Championship. James Wolf, heres a history lesson on the belt you want and yet know nothing about.
When I came into this company, I saw Philip Baines kill a man by injecting bleach into his head. Allow that to set the bar for what REALLY happens in these matches. I have witnessed men fall from the rafters, from the top of arena, I watched as Switches the Clown and Polar Phantasm blew themselves up for that championship. I’ve seen Zombie McMorris get his limbs hacked off and battle beyond the realms of Death in a cocaine on a pole match - a volcano match. I speak the truth when I tell you that your chairs and your chains and tables with wobbling legs won’t be a enough to job done. I’m a WCF legend on the verge of adding to my legacy, soon to be double grand slam champ - sans one.
Sans the Hardcore Championship that I see before. Squabbled over by two dudes who might as well be wrestling over a royal with cheese in the parking lot at 4 am - bitch please. See, I came out there that day to show ya’ll that I’ll walk in through the THICK of it. The pain you cause is nothing compared to me because my words, they hurt. I did not make it this far in wrestling without making sure guys like you stay dead.
What you don’t understand is the history.
What you don’t understand is the honor.
That belt in the white knuckled clutches of Extreme, in the right hands ( read: not his nor yours ) is worth more than the WCF World Championship. It is the spirit of WCF.
Old skool WCF.
The WCF where you have to kill,the guy across from you and let me get this right, you’re supposed to kill me?
BAH, you kill me in a dream, you better wake up and apologize.
In truth I just got to thinking. I rescued the WCF Championship from SJW. He got cucked so bad, he went to ADUB, wore a masked, acted like ol’ Z and cried ( and is still crying ) about that shit ( spoilers: He aint there no more LOL fucking pleb )
I rescued the belt from Steven Singh. I made that belt look like something again. People were talking about it again. People were talking about WCF again.
Fast forward to the Tag Team League. I won it to honor the WCF Tag Team Championship; a belt that is dear to me. Then I turn and I see that fuccboi, jaybrone, Jay Omega, bopping around with the hardcore strap, no showing that shit - it boils my blood. However, Extreme has the belt. The belt was in good hands. Then it comes to you, the peon that you are. You to be tough, you want to show the world how big and strong you are.
Already rescued two belts. Might as well go for the third.
Might as well become a two time grand slam winner.
Would you like to know why else - why I’m not declaring for the WCF Championship. Simple. I can go get that belt any time I want. In eight years, I’ve earned that ability. I’m coming for the Hardcore championship because I came back with a promise to help this company. You see, right now, Mikey Extreme is pissing himself with nervousness. He knows whats about to happen. He knows how dangerous I can be in the ring. No rules and I’m like a coked up mad man in that ring.
You might know what it like to be in the ring against a god.
You might know what its like to be in the ring with a champion.
But you have no idea how to handle the spirit of WCF that's been in my veins since I started.
That's what you’re both up against this week. Fierce, in your face, relentless, unforgiving and ultra violent. I’m not here to play. I’m not here to win. I’m here for blood. I’m here for gore. I’m here to kill. I am the God of the Sinners and this week, those sinners will shine.
This is a Horror Kore Match, not no horor BORE Bullshit that you all pretend to be apart of. I have yet to see anything hardcore from either of you. Show me something. You cant, you won’t. In truth you just don’t have it in you; either of you. I’m going to break you both down to the molecular level, searching what makes you hardcore - perhaps its just how insufferable you both are are trying to convince the world you’re something that you arnt. Champions, challengers, bannermen to the most coveted WCF Championship. If you think its the World Championship, you’re wrong. Its those Sinners that gave WCF an identity. Everyone likes to say that the inmates run the asylum in WCF - well these Sinners really did.
No matter how many old ladies you push or puppies you kick, neither of you could hold a candle to the UNHOLY 7 that came before you.
SINNERS LIKE ME.
So I have spoken.. So it shall.. Come to pass...