Post by Raiden Ishimori on Jun 2, 2022 19:26:47 GMT -5
The distant tune of “Change” can be heard in the shot as a generic backdrop with the SCCW logo is on display, with the camera aimed to the left of it to capture Hunter Storms walking into the frame. Sweat covers both his face and torso, along with a few specks of blood here and there but more eye-catchingly, one half of the SCCW Double Down Championship belts hangs over his shoulder. An exhausted but content laugh escapes him as he takes his spot in front of the backdrop, hands on his hips. He wipes some of the sweat hanging from his top lip onto his free shoulder, taking in a deep breath before he turns to the camera with a small smile, patting the golden strap.
Hunter: “Been some time since I last got my hands on some tag team gold but here we are. I was the first International Champion in this company and now I make some more history by becoming one half of the inaugural Double Down Champions.”
A chuckle flows past his lips before momentarily spitting on the floor.
Hunter: “Will say though that those Case Brothers are no joke. Fenrir would know, Jorm would know, and I know how ruthless they can be in that ring. I was more surprised at how animalistic they became after we drew blood on both of them and the amount of close calls we had. I thought Jorm would’ve tapped out on a few occasions and there were at least a handful of brainbusters I took from the Big Hoss that you would think that I blacked out but nah.”
Storms shakes his head, sending a few drops of sweat to the floor. He adjusts the belt on his shoulder, arms crossing over his chest.
Hunter: “Evidently now, the bar has been set in regards as to who the first team to challenge for the belts will have to face. I’m not affording any more slip-ups when it comes to gold this time around though. I dropped the International Title in my first defense but tag gold? Nah. If you need any proof as to how determined I am at showing just how dominant I am in this division, look back at my past in that damned place that was the Global Wrestling Alliance. Nearly 365 days I was one half of the tag champs alongside my longtime friend and tag mentor, Brewer. We were the Alphas in that wolf pack and no one could argue it. Just wait and see. History is always bound to repeat itself.”
He gives a few cold stares to some of the other reports lingering around behind the camera before making his way out of the frame, the camera panning to follow him for a bit to the right until another set of footsteps come in from the left. The shot quickly swivels back to the left hand side, revealing Jormungandr with the other of the belts draped across his right shoulder. Blood specks decorate the front of the mask along with the chest piece he sports. Amid his silence, he wipes at his chin, ridding of the accumulated sweat. The Harbinger’s head glances between everyone else in attendance, silently wondering if anyone will pose a question but one has to wonder if his eerily quiet state is making them hesitant. Faintly, he sighs to himself as his free hand reaches behind his head, evidently undoing the knot in the back to loosen up his mask. Soon enough, he pulls at it, gradually peeling it off to reveal a rather familiar face…
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…Raiden Ishimori.
Raiden: “.......”
A hush falls over the murmurs of the reporters behind the camera, staring in silent awe and surprise and the supposedly long lost Japanese talent. Before anyone can start to formulate words again, Raiden rolls his shoulders, turning on his heel and making his exit in the same direction as his fellow champion with the mask still in hand. The murmurs start back up again among the people behind the camera before cutting back to ringside for the International Championship match.
Hunter: “Been some time since I last got my hands on some tag team gold but here we are. I was the first International Champion in this company and now I make some more history by becoming one half of the inaugural Double Down Champions.”
A chuckle flows past his lips before momentarily spitting on the floor.
Hunter: “Will say though that those Case Brothers are no joke. Fenrir would know, Jorm would know, and I know how ruthless they can be in that ring. I was more surprised at how animalistic they became after we drew blood on both of them and the amount of close calls we had. I thought Jorm would’ve tapped out on a few occasions and there were at least a handful of brainbusters I took from the Big Hoss that you would think that I blacked out but nah.”
Storms shakes his head, sending a few drops of sweat to the floor. He adjusts the belt on his shoulder, arms crossing over his chest.
Hunter: “Evidently now, the bar has been set in regards as to who the first team to challenge for the belts will have to face. I’m not affording any more slip-ups when it comes to gold this time around though. I dropped the International Title in my first defense but tag gold? Nah. If you need any proof as to how determined I am at showing just how dominant I am in this division, look back at my past in that damned place that was the Global Wrestling Alliance. Nearly 365 days I was one half of the tag champs alongside my longtime friend and tag mentor, Brewer. We were the Alphas in that wolf pack and no one could argue it. Just wait and see. History is always bound to repeat itself.”
He gives a few cold stares to some of the other reports lingering around behind the camera before making his way out of the frame, the camera panning to follow him for a bit to the right until another set of footsteps come in from the left. The shot quickly swivels back to the left hand side, revealing Jormungandr with the other of the belts draped across his right shoulder. Blood specks decorate the front of the mask along with the chest piece he sports. Amid his silence, he wipes at his chin, ridding of the accumulated sweat. The Harbinger’s head glances between everyone else in attendance, silently wondering if anyone will pose a question but one has to wonder if his eerily quiet state is making them hesitant. Faintly, he sighs to himself as his free hand reaches behind his head, evidently undoing the knot in the back to loosen up his mask. Soon enough, he pulls at it, gradually peeling it off to reveal a rather familiar face…
.
.
.
.
…Raiden Ishimori.
Raiden: “.......”
A hush falls over the murmurs of the reporters behind the camera, staring in silent awe and surprise and the supposedly long lost Japanese talent. Before anyone can start to formulate words again, Raiden rolls his shoulders, turning on his heel and making his exit in the same direction as his fellow champion with the mask still in hand. The murmurs start back up again among the people behind the camera before cutting back to ringside for the International Championship match.