BOOK OF SINNERS: THE BURIED GOD

[Odin Balfore]

RP 2

Kingdom Come 

Hardcore Championship

Triple threat

Mikey Extreme ( c ) 

Vs 

Morbid Wolf

Vs. 

Odin Balfore

"THE BOOK OF SINNERS: THE BURIED GOD"

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PART ONE: THE BURIED GOD

We find ourselves flying overhead in the swamps of Louisiana, green matted trees, overgrown brush and swaps so thick, even the truth could not escape. Dive bomb down on the back of a raven as dusk starts to set in. We see The All Father pull up in the Beamer of Death, a throw back to the way back but he likes to take it out every now and again. * click * He turns off the radio and steps out of the car and walks down a barely beaten path to a wooden shack that's barely standing, half sunk into the earth. The Buried God, reclaiming what used to be his. 

The All Father: 

“ You see, back in the day, WCF, this used to be a hovel home to Switches the Clown and then once home to Zombie McMorris but even the Coked Up Mad Man couldnt stay here for long. Switches the Clown was a former hardcore champion, blown to tiny little clown like bits “

a rasping ghostly voice can be heard, much like the wind

{ I Stay.. Crunchie, even … in.. milk } 

THE ALL FATHER ( cont ):

“ in turn, due to his violent death, he became to haunt the WCF Hardcore championship. That was enough to drive a coked up mad man insane. Somewhere on this property is the very belt that Switches the Clown still haunts. While Mikey Extreme and Morbid wolf squawk and squabble about who can take a chair shit to the head better than the other or whos got the sickest mind, it would do you both some good to look at history and see that neither one of you are worth your salt of a damn when you look at all the great sinners of WCF and I am the God of them all. The only question is, where is my belt, the real WCF Hardcore Championship buried in this oozing swamp that's filled with all the victims of the mad clown himself. I suppose we should get to work; the real work.” 

The All Father walks inside and looks are an empty cabin that only has a badly soiled twin sized mattress on the floth with an empty cloth duffle bag next to it. A spade hangs out on the other side of the cabin, with a rusty chain saw with no teeth ( LOL cuz home boy aint got any teeth to bite with LMAO ) looking lonely and needing a friend. Odin walks over to the spade and picks up it, noticing the brand name: Paul Levesque Brand. Yup LOL sounds right. We go outside with the shovle and start digging next to the shack. Trying to dig up the Championship that ZMAC buried. He puts spade to earth and both to spade and starts digging a hole.

{ What is dead.. Will never.. Die.. }

As Odin is diggin to the depths of hardcore champions past, the ghost of Switches the clown appears and speaks with Odin. 

{ What are you doing, human? } 

THE ALL FATHER (clutching his chest): 

“ Switches. Geez. If’n my heart wasnt so aggressive with the mud, blood and the beer flowing through my veins, I’d think that you’d give me a heart attack. What are you still wearing your gimmick clothes?” 

{ what are you.. Doing.. Still.. wearing your… human clothes?} 

THE ALL FATHER:

“ Switches, where is your belt buried?You could at least give me a clue since you cant give me a hand “ 

* Eatherial clown horn honking in the distance. * 

{ if it was.. Where I say it was.. Would you.. Believe me. }

THE ALL FATHER:

“ Don’t make me put your clown ass in this shallow - * clank* 

The All Father looks down to see that he’s standing on the shallow grave of Switches the clown. 

{ I .. have a… joke.. How many clowns.. does it take to.. Bury the body?} 

THE ALL FATHER:

“ I dunno, switches.”

{ Depends.. how big the car… is. } 

THE ALL FATHER:

“ How many clowns are in this grave, Switches?”

{ More.. than you think… less then there.. Should.. Be.}

THE ALL FATHER:

“ Is this you?” 

{ It.. was.. } 

THE ALL FATHER:

“ And the belt?”

{ He.. gave.. It back. } 

The All Father looks down and sees the a satin bag partially eaten by the worms of the earth. He reaches down, pulls up the satin bag and pulls out the classic WCF Hardcore championship that ZMAC buried back in February in 2016. The black leather had been eaten, the gold plates have been smashed and tarnished. The belt is torn and eaten, needed to be stitched back together or replaced altogether. 

THE ALL FATHER:

“ The belt is in disrepair. It has been for years, at least three. The division has been in disrepair as well. This, more than the other championship is a physical manifestation of the division. I ask you Switches, what has Mikey Extreme done for the championship - Jay Omega had the championship. Tell me what they brought to it.”

{ They bring.. Shame.. Dishonor. }

THE ALL FATHER:

The belt only exists because the fading star of Mikey Extreme is just bright enough to give the belt a bit more to float by. This is the problem. This is the same problem that the tag team championships had. I couldnt save that because I was world champion but now that the NEW Alex Richards is going for the world title, I can help elevate the the Hardcore championship and return it to its former glory. Morbid wolf, he justs exists as the man whos going to eat the pin. Why tarnish Extremes accomplishments when we can bury them with Wolf in this shallow grave. I’ve had enough of the pretenders in WCF, walking around with belts that they don’t know the history of, demanding things they didnt earned and yet, I’m the fucking bad guy. Well you’re about to see the bad guy. 

Last week, I told Draven that I was the F A C E because I’ the only recognizable guy on the roster and had been for years. I’m the one that put WCF on a gobal market. I took it out of the Pen State area and into the world. Guys wished they could work around the world and I made that happen. That belt made that happen. But yo, guys, I get it, that's ‘old news from an old man’ whats next; Am I to regale you with the play by play from 9/11 because half of you were still in your soiling clothes? Bah.

{ so many.. Bodies… so little… milk } 

Everything in this business comes around. No one thought I would be a world champion again. I set the record for world titles won in a year. Now I see the Hardcore championship and how they massacred my boy. How the cornerstone of this company has fallen further down, so deep that even TEO BLAZE wont show up to touch it, even Jay Omega quit the business because of it. Serious, fuck that guy. However, Morbid Wolf might be the antithesis but he’s not the answer. Havent ya’ll realized that this company thrives because of me- down here in the trenches making sure you all don’t fuck it up. Now don’t make this out to be an elitist attitude because if ya’ll did your job then I wouldnt be here in the Hardcore Division but I’m the James Gunn of the Hardcore Division. Its time I come back and finish what I started. I’m the Double J, A B R A ( ha-ha) M double S of the Horor Kore division. Ain’t no Pod Racing, Jar Jar Binks, no Zero Tolerance faggotry to run wild. To the Jay Omegas of the world, you Morbid Wolf lookin mother fuckahs who think you hardcore, well you ain’t Horror Kore that's that's what we do up in the Dub. We kill People. I’m part of a very special club. The Sinners Club and I am the God of those Sinners

From the Creeping Deaths, to the Oblivions, the Switches, to the Green Fevers, to the Philip Baines, to the Zombie McMorrisai and myself. The 7 Gods. Old and New. Gods of Sin arnt we all. Ultra violent in our ways and ultra violent in our days. And I just don’t see that from any of you. All I see, still are two guys desperate to prove that their words can be backed up with baseball bats and thumb tacks. In te Dub, go ask Corey Black, the old skool Dub, we put thumb tacks on our ice creams and our own blood was the chocolate sauce. Wolf, I’m damn good at making people regret their life choices. Go ask Extreme, he’ll tell you the truth. He’ll tell you that the Bad Mother Fucker will break you into a million tiny pieces. This is Horror Kore, so you expect that. 

* the All Father shakes his head * 

THE ALL FATHER ( cont): 

“ I’mma beat your skull in, decapite you with a HEL-BOW and drink the matter matter out of your nose bone with one of those little Hawaiian drink umbrellas. Ya’ll might be Jay Omega hardcore but Jay Omega hardcore just means that you dont go to the ER for a paper cut. Dudes thin skinned. And you know what, Wolf, you are too - you just don’t know it yet. This is the return of Horror Kore, to the blood banners that WCF once held high and will hold high again after I Ragnarok you and Extreme with your own guts. But do you know what, this belt is not yet whole. It is in tatters, ruined by time and the kin of those that came before you. “

{ Power.. Will be.. Restored… blood will.. Flow.. like milk }

THE ALL FATHER:

“ I will track down the other Gods, have them imbued this championship with the power that it used to possess, walk into Kingdom Come and take back the Horror Kore Championship to its rightful place in the hallowed blood soaked halls of Old Skool WCF. I’ll have to go track down Oblivion, and get all the missing pieces from him. However, this belt has been weakened over time by fuccbois like you that think you can swing chair, that you can hold this belt. You all love violence and carnage and chaos, yah, until it comes for you. Well, its coming for you.”

{ Morbid .. Wolf… He thinks.. He’s.. one of.. Us} 

THE ALL FATHER:

“ He ain’t one of us. I heard what he said about the things that he’s been through givin people nightmares. Nah, I was resurrected live on Pay Per View Last year. Blown up. You were blown up - Oblivion he - he - heh.. Yah.. Oblivion. We want to talk about maddness, he himself is the MAD God. Lets see what Wolf sas when he goes through that sick mind. Wolf said he wanted to cut down this forest, look around you, you aint got enough teeth to take this down. Switches, lets go have some fun.”

{ I like… fun.. } 

PART TWO: CLOWNS LIKE ME 

10th Ward, Luisiana. J. Gunn Tavern

Its dark by the time the Beamer of Death rolls into the 10th Ward. on the busy Mainstreet with night life and bar crawls, the Beamer is.. Conspicuous. The All Father parks it down an allyway, turns the lights and car off and looks over to the Ghost of switches who is riding shotgun.

THE ALL FATHER:

“ Stay here, I’m going to get a drink.”

{ No.. we must.. Remind them.. Of.. who we.. are.} 

THE ALL FATHER:

“ Fine, you can come too. Here, do your thing.. Get into the title. 

{ your clothes… are … bigger… more room.. Baggy.. For clowns. } 

THE ALL FATHER:

“ No, you’re not going to posses - “ 

* slurp, snort, cough, hack. The All Father coughs up rainbow colored snot and phlegm. * 

THE ALL FATHER ( cont): 

“ You son of a bitch!” 

The All Father looks in the rear view mirror to see the translucent image of switches overlaying his own face. The All Father stiffly gets out of the car, Switches, trying to manipulate the body of the All Father, does so in awkward fashion with stiff and jerky movement. Switches moves like a new born horse trying to walk for the first time but catches on. 

SWITCH/DADDY:

“ We don’t.. Have.. this problem… with Fever.” 

Ol Dirty Switches walks into the bar and takes a seat at a table. A waitress comes up to him to take his order. 

SWITCHES:

“ we’ll.. have.. A glass of seltzer.. Water.. And a .. banana cream.. Pie. “

WAITRESS:

“ I don’t have that. I can bring you some milk.” 

SWITCHES:

“ Yes.. Milk… We will.. Cream it.. Ourselves.. Oh.. and some Mac m cheese .. bites.. I got the.. Blue box.. Blues. “

* honk honk * 

The waitress rolls her eyes and walks away. She comes back with a glass of water and a glass of milk. Switches takes out a whoopie cushion ( don’t ask from where ) and pours the milk into it, kneading it with his hands in order to cream it. At this point a women, whos drunk ( clearly ) comes up to the Switch Daddy. 

DRUNK WOMAN:

“ Hey there, sugah, what cha doing?” 

SWITCHES ( fully engrossed in his task at hand):

“ Making cream… for.. Pies.. “

DRUNK WOMAN:

“ I aint never been with no giant before but how about you make me a cream pie.” 

Switches looks up. 

SWITCHES:

“ Do you .. have.. Banana?” 

DRUNK WOMAN:

“ HMMH, I’d love your Banana cream pie”

FLASH_CUT.EXE

The Motel 6 Bedroom STAR OPEN WEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP is on the line. Some poor drunk woman is getting wrecked by the Bedroom star champion. Hit it from the back, hit it from the front. Flip her over and put your pinky there. Spit on her face and call her scum. It was a batle long and hard but the Switch/Daddy retains. 

Until…

The woman, fuck it, we’ll call her Tracy, standing in the bathroom, post shower, brushing her hair. 

{ lets.. Have.. some.. Fun} 

Switches takes over again, slithering around the room, finding a pair of scissors in the woman hand bag that was over on a chair. He comes up behind her, his reflection, not Odins, staring back at her. She turns, he grabs her and stabs her repeatedly in the stomach. Her screams are silenced. She falls down dead. Blood is everywhere. 

{ This God.. is buried.. No more.. } 

Switches drops the weapon and calmly walks out of the motel and back to the Beamer of Death. 

PART THREE: A MILLION MAD MEN

The Beamer of Death is driving down the highway in the middle of the night. The All Father is still covered in Tracys blood. Switches is still with him, We are angled up as Odin records this from his phone that's sitting in the center console. 

“Villain I’m Not” by Three Days Grace is playing on the stereo but Odin clicks it off. 

The passing lights are bright and illuminate the blood splattered clothes. The All Father looks down and smiles a warm smile. 

THE ALL FATHER:

“ Wolf, you called me Slayer. I just want to tell you that he’s not the Villain of the story, but I am. For eight, long years I’ve been that guy. I heard that you think I talk about myself. Well, it is not my fault you have zero accomplishments to speak of - asde from getting your neck crushed like a walnut at Kingdom Come. If you were the third greatest wrestler in WCF out of its entire twenty year history, you would talk about yourself too - because when I speak about Odin Balfore I speak of WCFs history. I speak about what makes this company great. You have courage, I’ll give that to you but courage still gets men killed on the battlefield. Trust me when I tell you that I’ll kill you on that battlefield. I am the last of the Mad Men. I’m the last of the Sinners. However that does not make me any less dangerous. While you were nobody in this company, trying to make a name for yourself, I was pulling this company out of a hole. However, I’m not here to rebuke your bullshit because the Apex Alpha does not concern himself with your misguided knowledge. This though, what you saw - murdah - its what we do. I’m not afraid of all your barbed wire bat shots out your exploding thumb tacks. We murder people in WCF, Wolf. is that hardcore enough for you? It will be. When you’re staring down the barrel end of the strongest man in WCF history and those chair shots have no effect and your struggling to come up with an answer. 

See, you don’t kill horrors, you only prolong them. You, however, provoked me and now I won’t be stopped. We Unholy seven cannot be stopped. We are like a million mad men and we are all coming for you. The spirit of what makes WCF great is within me and I’m going to unleash it upon you. A million cuts, a million ways. So many ways to die yet so little time. The viciousness cannot be stopped or contained. This is a side of me that no one wants but you got it, now. I can tell you that Mikey Extreme is going to stay far away from me because he doesnt want this. Not this focused All Father. Not the All Father that's lived, breathed, died for this company. Killed for this company. The spirit of WCF and the Horror Kore Championship. 

That poor woman died back there and that blood is on your hands. Innocents die. That's the price they pay. You are nothing more than a child playing in the sand while I’m the Earth come to swallow you up. It feels good but killing is a strange thing. Once you start, you cant stop. Go make sure Extreme writes you in his book because that's the only way the world will remember you. Theres been over fifty Horor Kore Champions, only seven of of matter. Funny too, Seven has a big meaning in my WCF career. I returned at my 7th year. I’m known as the Se7en God. i’m the seventh Sinner and I have a feeling that I’ll get seven world championships. Then reality can truly be whatever I want it too. Right now, though, Wolf, you live in the grim reality where I’m still the number one challenge and number one threat to anyone and everything in WCF because any championship that I want, I could have in an instance. I know that you see this as me throwing my weight around and you’d be right. However, be me and you would do the same. I am not to blame that you have never been able to succeed in wrestling and I mean truly succeed. I’ve been dealing with guys like you my entire career. I’m old and I’m washed up - yet I’m still trouncing guys like you for more money than you could ever hope to make. The gap between us, aint even fair. You’re clearly outclassed and outmatched. Its Ol’X that I’m more interested in. 

X, I know this isnt what you wanted. You got a world title and I took it away from you. You got a hardcore title and I’m here, again to take it away from you. Maybe I should just let you have something and yah, maybe I should but not this. No, not this one. You know how great and important this championship is to the heart of the company and it needs to be treated as such. I look around and I see fuckin Jay Omega with it and it just makes me rage. Yah you beat him but it doesnt undo what he done. There is nothing you can do to save that championship. Then I came out and broke you two up and that mush mouth, dick fish hit me with a chair. Then you hit me with a chair. I cant let that stuff slide. You brought this on yourself as much as Wolf did. Now that cant be undo and this Pandoras Box cant be sealed. The job has to be finished and we still have a long way to go. 

As a Sinner, I will go on to become one of the greatest hardcore champions of all time. When we meet in the ring in that ‘ death match - HA!. So let me get this straight, this is a triple threat but Wolf wants this to be a death match? Yah, I can arrange that. I can bring you both to an early end and ruin these dreams that you both have. You cant step into the ring with me in a hardcore match and not expect your lives to change. Trust me, your lives will change. The entire landscape of the WCF will change when I bury you both in a shallow grave filled with clowns in a shack in the middle of nowhere Louisiana. But honestly even that's too good for you - certainly too good for Wolf. So as I sit here, covered in the blood of the innocent without a care in the world just think about how I’m going to feel shedding your blood. 

Not a second thought. And as I drive down this road towards Smiths Grove- towards… him.. Know that you’re already in rear view mirror because this Hardcore championship is already mine. It has been written in the BOOK OF SINNERS… 

Odin looks in the rear view to still see the translucent image of Switches the Clown staring back at him.

SINNERS ARNT WE ALL