BOOK OF SINNERS: GOD OF INSANITY

[Odin Balfore]

RP 3

Kingdom Come 

Hardcore Championship

Triple threat

Mikey Extreme ( c ) 

Vs 

Morbid Wolf

Vs. 

Odin Balfore

BOOK OF SINNERS: GOD OF INSANITY

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PART ONE: THE GOD OF INSANITY 

Smiths Grove Sanitarium. Allenville, Alabama

Smiths Grove sanitarium, a maximum security prison and government research center disguised as a ‘hospital’ for the mentally ill. What, did you think MK Ultra would just disappear like that; then you just werent paying enough attention. The Switch Daddy pulled up in the balmy night. Right in the belly of the beast. 3:33 AM. Evil adjacent but sinful just the same. Switches brought Odin here to find OBLIVION. However in order to find oblivion, one must find Jakob Lister. Jakob Lister, brought to justice after his disappearance from WCF back in 2017. This is where the Horror Kore Division gets its name. 

We start following Switch Daddy low, down by the boot as our view swings upward up to Odins face. Except now we can see it distorted into grimacing scowl. A crack of lightning shows Switches presence. The All Father walks up the drive and around the side of building where a nurse is having a smoke. The stealthy Switches slithers inside undetected. As the the big man walks down the cramped hallways that's lined with old, leaking pipes, the lights flicker on and off as the Switch Daddy passes by them. 

{ We move.. So stealthily… it is nearly… undetectable } 

Switch Daddy continues down the service hallway, walking past the generator room.

{ IT .. is.. Close } 

The lumbering giant seemingly floats down the hall, he is moving so quickly and silently. Switch Daddy moves into a circular main room with 5 rooms, in the layout of a pentagram. An orderly is making his rounds with a cart of medication. The orderly enters room 153. Switch Daddy creeps in , closing the door behind them and eyes the orderly as he hooks up Jakobs IV bag with some form of liquid medication. While the orderly is distracted, Switch Daddy picks up a syringe filled with the same medication that is used for Jakob. The orderly turns and is pounced on by the Switch Daddy who smothers his face, taking the syringe and jamming it into the eye of the orderly who screams but Switches punches him in the throat so hard, it crushes his adams apple. The orderly collapses to the floor. Switch Daddy looks around at the empty room minus Jakob whose standing shackled to the wall with spit shield on his face. Switch Daddy looks Jakob in his clear blue eyes and cocks his head. 

The All Father:

“ Obi, what have they done to you?” 

{ Whatever they did.. It.. wasnt enough… } 

The All Father looks over and picks up Jakobs chart

Name: Jakob Lister

Alias: OBLIVION, IT, GOD OF INSANITY

Height: 6’5 

Weight: 235

Age: Unknown

Crimes: rape, homicide, assault, arson, kidnapping

STATUS: CLASS 10. EXTREMELY DANGEROUS 

The All Father grabs the sedated man by the back of the neck and inspects his head, noticing the scars on the back of his head where he was shot some years ago. 

THE ALL FATHER: 

“ This is Oblivion.. Rather, was Oblivion” 

{ Still is } 

THE ALL FATHER:

“ In Wolf stubborn foolishness, he has neglected his studies. Everyone has neglected their studies. Wolf wishes to bring back the Horror Kor Division without knowing its dark past. A past that starts with this man. Gangling in his form, wasted away from years in this sham hospital. None the less, this is the Godfather of the WCF Horror Kore Division. This is the essence of that championship. An eight time champion, he trail-blazed everything, competing in some of the most brutal matches, sadistic events and most torturous of moments. I don’t think anyone knows his body count, not even him. Although, I’m not sure what is more numerous, the body count or the rape count. This man once raped the world champion's wife on live television. But let me get this right, Morbid Wolf is going to tell me about the Horror Kore life style. 

When you look up ~Sadistic~ in the dictionary, you see this man. The first of the Seven Sinners. 

1. Oblivion 

2. Green Fever

3. Switches

4. Creeping Death

5. Philip Baines

6. Zombie McMorris 

7. Odin Balfore

That is the order of the 7 Sinners and for various reasons. Now you might be saying and I can hear it now : Odie, you are not these men. I am these men. We are one in the same. I am here because I bodied Creeping Death. I battered Philip Baines. I broke Zombie McMorris and I Battled the God of Insanity to a fury. I am not on this list for my sadistic nature but because I can crush a black hole in my hand like a water balloon. The fact that Wolf feels as though he’s still in a wrestling ring and that I am bound by the law or the athletic commissions - he has lost the plot. 

Have you heard that, Obi, he doesnt think IT matters anymore. He doesnt know what FEAR IS. Let us make him realize the error in his ways. We are SINNERS, OBI. YOU ARE A SINNER and IT NEEDS to go HOME. HOME to WCF. HOME to the HORROR KORE DIVISION. WE NEED TO MAKE THAT BITCH PAY. Give me your powers, Obi. Allow me to be the vessel for your destruction. IT WILL BE REMEMBERED!”

The Switch Daddy turns as he hears a commotion at the door, security guards burst in as rage fills Oblivions eyes. ITS eyes glow red as he screams a primal scream and breaks free of his restraints. The guards panic, calling over their coms that the monster is loose.

The MONSTER IS LOOSE. IT IS LOOSE.

WHOOSH

SLAM 

CRUSH

SPLAT 

One by one, the Monster leaps on them, hammer fisting their faces into mounds of jelly, all the while eating taser and baton shots. IT Roars, standing back up and looking at the Switch Daddy. 

THE ALL FATHER: 

“ Lets go find you your mask.” 

{ He looks.. Naked… without.. IT} 

The trio of Sinners head out of the room and into the circular hall. There is a storage closet marked ‘property.’ 

OBLIVION:

“ IT KNOWS WHERE IS IT IS. YOU CANNOT HIDE IT FROM THE MONSTER! "

Oblivion shoulders the door down, revealing a room full of cages. He locates the one labeled 153 and tears it apart. He finds his mask and puts it on. 

The Sinners grow. 

SWITCH DADDY:

“ Feel better?” 

OBLIVION: 

“ IT FEELS ALIVE! Now who does the MONSTER need to SLAUGHTER, who does IT need to kill?”

THE ALL FATHER: 

“ Mikey Extreme and James ‘ Morbid’ Wolf. Creeping Death has tasked me with resurrecting the Horror Kore Championship Extreme feels as though he is being over looked by he only has his himself to blame. He calls himself the greatest competitor in WCF history and I’m smart enough to know that has some truth to it. However, he doesnt go out of his own way to get what he wants. He waited literal years to get the WCF Championship . I fucked him off because he didnt believe in the power of the All Father. Now he’s back, has the Hardcore Championship and is bitching about it.”

OBLIVION:

“ WE WILL GIVE HIM SOMETHING TO BITCH ABOUT!”

THE ALL FATHER:

“ I’m going to rip his tongue out through his teeth and whip Morbid Wolf with it. I’ve been told that I stepped in this myself, that I brought this upon myself - yah - I did. I brought this on myself because I’m the only one who could just bring a title shot onto themselves. I could be going for the World title and everyone on the roster is pissing in their own boots because here I am swooping up and taking the food that they wanted to eat. I am the BAD MOTHER FUCKER and Ol’ X had the opportunity to prove that he could put me in the dirt long enough to cement his championship run but that just like this only exists to make my career greater. Mikey Extreme would be one of the greats in this company if it wasnt for me slapping him down at every turn. I swear its not like I’m doing this on purpose ( LOL fuck you., I am ) I do it on purpose because I know he would do it to me if he could

Keyword: IF he could. I’m not here to take away Extremes merit, he’s got a lot of it but he knows who I am and what I bleed. We should bleed the same. I thought we bled the same but then I saw it. I saw it and I knew that I had to put a stop to it. Ol’ X is kid a kid doing a bunny hop off the curb on his BMX. Daredevil he is not. He used to be back in the day just as the Hardcore division used to mean something now its got little cock suckers like Wolf trying to swamp it with light tubes and cheese graters, trying to tell me what a death match it.”

{ But.. did he.. Die} 

THE ALL FATHER: 

“ Nah, he aint and he aint ever been in a situation where the guy across the ring from him was willing to end his life. Not figurative. Litteral. We kill people up in the Dub. We enjoy it. We rinse our hands in it. We drink it, we consume it. At our very core it is who we are. Morbid Wolf will eat his words and that humble pie. “ 

{ He will.. Be.. the pie. } 

THE ALL FATHER:

“ We’re gonna be pie if we don’t get out of here.” 

OBLIVION: 

“ IT welcomes the thought of PIE. WARM and covered in the BLOOD of VIRGINS.” 

The two SINNERS 

{ And .. Switches.. } 

Walk down the service hallway before the heat is on. As they leave the building and walk back to the Beamer of Death that's parked out beyond the property, the alarms are sounded and can be faintly heard as The All Father and Oblivion get back into the car. Oblivion sees the old Horror Kore in the front seat and holds it on his hands. He can feel its power. After all, he was a big part of it. 

THE ALL FATHER: 

“ Come on, OBI, lets get you that pie. “ 

The Beamer comes to life and screeches out into the night like a bat out of hell. 

PART TWO: THERE WILL BE PIE

Dennys. 4:20 AM. 

~_~ We pulled up the Dennys, a real shithole of an establishment. Now, I like Dennys as much as the next guy but the floor tiles were chipped, the carpets were ripped up and the silverware were tarnished brown. Now, I’m all for baked on bacon bits with my moons over my hammy but come on, Dennys, ya’ll need to step your game up. Odin and I with Oblivion walk into the fine establishment - quote - end quote, covered in blood and sit down calmly at a booth. Odin looks at a menu as the monster grows impatient. ~_~

THE ALL FATHER:

“ WHat are your thoughts on cheese steak?” 

{ I am.. Pro.. cheese..steak. } 

THE ALL FATHER: 

“ Well, that's fuckin tits, I could go for a cheese steak.” 

{ Bizzle.. Dizzle.. } 

THE ALL FATHER: 

“ What?” 

{ … …. } 

~_~ This fine 20 year old bruja-ha-ha lookin waitress comes over. Got them tittys like blam! And that booty like POW. I would do so much drugs off those ass cheeks. I’d eat that cheese steak out of her asshole, Dizzle.. Bizzle.. ~_~ 

THE ALL FATHER (under his breath): 

“ Shut, the fuck, up.”

{ Why.. you know.. Its true...put extra cheese on that XXXTRA.. Taco… }

WAITRESS:

Star ya’ll awf with dranks?

OBLIVION:

IT WILL DRINK THE BLOOD FROM ITS ENIMIES SKULL!

~_~ The waitress scribbles that down with a smile. She must think OBI is special needs, and she aint wrong. He has special needs alright. Hell, we all got special needs. I got them special needs right now. NEED ME A CHEESE STEAK AND THAT ZESTY SAUCE. ~_~

WAITRESS:

“ And for you?” 

SWITCH DADDY:

“ ZeZTAY SAWWSSEEE.” 

~_~ The All Father puts his hand to his mouth. Heh heh. Some times being dead has its perks. ~_~ 

THE ALL FATHER: 

“ Dr. Pepper. I’ll have Dr. Pepper.” 

{ Make it.. Warm.. } 

THE ALL FATHER:

“ Extra ice.” 

~_~ The waitress nods and walks off. ~_~ 

THE ALL FATHER:

“ You’re a fucking asshole.” 

{ No.. but I’d fuck her.. In the asshole.. With the cheese steak.. Then.. eat the cheese steak. } 

THE ALL FATHER: 

“ She only took our drinks. “

{ She.. can only.. Prolong.. The inevitable.. }

OBLIVION: 

IT needs to kill. It needs to RAPE. It needs to enjoy the good things in life. 

THE ALL FATHER:

“ Pie is a good thing in life.”

~_~ The MITE-T-FINE waitress comes back with the ice cold dr. pepper and the kids cup for the raging psychopath. Gotta admit, it is funny to see Oblivion drinking fruit punch out of a paw patrol cup with a crazy straw ( what the hell even is paw patrol, I’ve been dead for four years? LOL) ~_~

WAITRESS:

“ What do ya’ll want to eat?” 

OBLIVION:

“ the pie of many virgins” 

WAITRESS:

“ Apple pie with ice cream. Do you want two scoops?” 

OBLIVION: 

“ Three scooops! “

WAITRESS:

“ I cant do three scoops.” 

OBLIVION: 

“ Sacrifices will be made! “

WAITRESS:

“ Fine, It’ll be an upcharge. And for you?”

THE ALL FATHER:

Two cheese steaks.. 

{ loaded fries } 

THE ALL FATHER:

“ With loaded fries and a stack of pancakes.”

~_~ She takes the order and walks away. ~_~ 

THE ALL FATHER:

“ Obi, do you know what I find strange - Extreme, the champion, wanting to prove himself to be the biggest and best competitor in WCF and one of the best ‘ hardcore’ champions and yet here he is, silent. He knows he fucked. He knows that he fucked up. He said he was going to take care of me but clearly that was all tough talk by a weak man. I’m waiting to hear the genius that comes out of his mouth as to why I’m not worthy for the title or why he’s better than me. Actions speak louder than words but his actions are deafening. Then all I hear from Wolfs are the ‘yah- buts’ of the world as to why I’m old and dumb like I aint been in this game for years. Hittin me with that what-about-isms. Trying to connect four across the ocean with skipping stones, jumping to those hairy CUNT-clusions because the man aint got any sense in his body to know when he’s being played. Wolf needs to look around and wonder why Extreme suddenly shut the fuck up. Its cuz you aint got army against me. Wolf is way off in the weeds on how this works. Extreme knows how this works and that's why he’s just going to take it on the chin. 

That's the difference between hardcore weebo faggots like Wolf and the HORROR KORE. I’m going hunt them both down and make Wolfs nightmares look like a little girls princess tea party. I’m going to smash light tubes over this guys face. I’m going to break his spine over the ring post and drain him of all his blood. The funny thing is, he claims he doesnt do this for money. 

{ He must .. do it.. For the .. drugs} 

THE ALL FATHER:

“ He wants to tell the man with his own island nation that he’s got zeros in his bank account. Zero divided by zero is still zero. You got a million zeros in your broke ass bank account, then you still a broke ass. He should use that helicopter money to go buy a clue or any tape of what we do in the DUB because this aint going to end well for him or Extreme. Damn, I cant wait to be the one to paintbrush Extreme once again and make him my bitch and all Wolf can do is realize that his whole life what he thought was hardcore, all those staples and broken bones meant nothing because all that money that he made will not stop me from getting that belt and being crown a two time grand slam champion. I know how rare it is to be a grand slam champion and I’ll a double grand slam champion after this week. BAH! And Wolf thinks that he can stop history. He cannot because I am and always will be the VILLAIN OF THE STORY. But hey, I’m a good guy,right now, OBI. BAH! Piss to that. I’m just the guy. I’ll clobber everything in my path to get what I want and right now, the silent and non-violent Mikey Extreme has what I want. He has a false idol that needs to be replaced by the SYMBOL of the SINNERS - the Original WCF HORROR KORE CHAMPIONSHIP.

And as Wolf is laying there, light fading from his eyes, choking on his blood, ribs puncturing his lungs, knowing his time is up. This won’t end with a three count. This count end with crossed arms and a ref stoppage. That's not what we do. Stanley Moser ain’t no bitch and he aint going to let Extreme or Wolf take the bitch way out. This is killed or be killed. And these two chumps are just dead men walking. Wolf will find out first hand why I am everything I say I am and I see first hand just how much he bleeds. OBI, you know better than anyone, fear is not consequential to murder. 

But being a SINNER… Being a SINNER.. IS. 

You thought all this vile gore was behind you, WcF. Hope will do terrible things for you. That’s what it does to you, don’t you see? –It lies to you. You didn’t ask for this, but it’s coming nevertheless. Can you feel it? -The twinge of inevitability in the air? Breathe it in. Let it fill your lungs and cascade into your bloodstream. There you go. That’s a good little girl. This eternal evil will never stop. He is a cancerous sore on the face of humanity. You have no choice, but to crumple to his malevolent fists of distain. Accept this truth. He will decimate everyone who stands in his way. The entirety of the WcF will reside under the heel of this beast. Listen to the truth, faggot. He can take away all the pain of your life. He can make all these terrible things stop. Let him, child. Let him end your suffering. You weren’t made for this life. You’re just a waste of flesh. Don’t you see it? Sure you do. Let’s not lie to ourselves. This is happening whether you like it or not. You’ve already bought your ticket.-Time to take the ride. Accept his salvation. Accept his solution.

 - SwitchFever  [ God's WAR - part 1 sept 28, 2014 ]