Legends Never Die (Ascendancy XXXVIII)
Jun 23, 2022 14:03:35 GMT -5
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Post by Grimgor Ironhide on Jun 23, 2022 14:03:35 GMT -5
“Dey say legends never die…”
In eastern New Orleans’s Irish Bayou, there stands a most unusual structure: Fisherman Castle, made of white stone, atop whose mighty tower the NLW Southern States Champion addresses the camera. There is an unusual detail about Grimgor Ironhide as well - his face is covered by what looks like a kitsune mask.
“...but doze legends TALK about do. An’ nekst Ascendancy, dere’z gonna be one such DEFF.
‘Cos Oi AIN’T done foightin’ just yet, ROIGHT boyz!? Nekst up is dat BLEEDIN’ FOX git come ta take me gubbinz. ‘E wuz a LEGEND or sumfing, da ‘umie to beat before me WAAAAAAAAAAGH! got ‘ere. But now OI’Z da one doin’ da BEATIN’, an’ dis git iz now in line!
An’ don’t fink Oi’z can’t ‘andle ‘im either, ‘cause back in da Supa Scramble, guess WHICH git I hit wiv da Alpha Slam last! DATZ ROIGHT, YA GITZ, IT WUZ DAT BLEEDIN’ RUNT ROIGHT DERE!”
Roaring these last words, DA ALPHA ORC removes the mask, then tosses it down the tower, now holding up the championship belt.
“But see, Bleedin’ Fox, Oi SPITZ on yer past glories - and I say dat lightly, anyway. Glories fer a ‘umie, just a day’z work fer an Orc. Speaking of which, though: When’s da LAST time ya WON sumfing?
Oi mean, yooz been in a three-way scrap fer da WORLD GUBBINZ, da Scramble where Oi’z smashed ya, anuvva foight after Oi’d won my belt, and LAST show yooz lost to dat posh, sparkly Eastern lad! (or lass, can’t ever tell wif doze wunz)
And Oi’z s’pposed to fink you’z a MONSTA now!? Dat’s wot Oi’z been in dis ‘ere company, and dat’s just in THREE shows! About da SAME times yooz got smashed like da sorry SNOTLING you’z turned into!”
A visible disgust appears now on Grimgor’s face, which turns into another beastly snarl.
“An’ I AIN’T in da mood to see ya GITZ out dere celebrate when sum squig’ead takes me gubbinz, not ta menshun DIS BLEEDIN’ RUNT in ‘is sorry state. ‘Cos see, Bleedin’ Fox, call me a MORON, but Oi’z also a FOIGHTIN’ CHAMPION, because dat’s wot a PROPPA ORC iz made ta be.
An’ wot ORCS want iz foes like da LEGEND yer said to be, so MAYBE, Oi’z even feelin’ nice enough ta BELIEVE yer still capable of bein’ dat - though wot Oi’z seen don’t convince me. But wot da ZOG! Oi’z comin’ at ya like you ARE, an’ for YER sake, yooz betta live up to it. And den Oi’z gonna STOMP ya flat, and go on wiv da rest of me day.
So, Bleedin’ Fox, get ready, an’ consider dis an ‘onor. ‘Cause legends never die…”
Grimgor peels back his lips in a vicious grimace, and drags his thumb across his throat.
“But at Ascendancy, YOOZ GOIN’ TO.”
The Southern States Champion raises his title once more, before letting out his mighty battlecry, resonating all around Fisherman Castle…
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!!!!"
Fade to black.
500 words (wordcounter.net)
In eastern New Orleans’s Irish Bayou, there stands a most unusual structure: Fisherman Castle, made of white stone, atop whose mighty tower the NLW Southern States Champion addresses the camera. There is an unusual detail about Grimgor Ironhide as well - his face is covered by what looks like a kitsune mask.
“...but doze legends TALK about do. An’ nekst Ascendancy, dere’z gonna be one such DEFF.
‘Cos Oi AIN’T done foightin’ just yet, ROIGHT boyz!? Nekst up is dat BLEEDIN’ FOX git come ta take me gubbinz. ‘E wuz a LEGEND or sumfing, da ‘umie to beat before me WAAAAAAAAAAGH! got ‘ere. But now OI’Z da one doin’ da BEATIN’, an’ dis git iz now in line!
An’ don’t fink Oi’z can’t ‘andle ‘im either, ‘cause back in da Supa Scramble, guess WHICH git I hit wiv da Alpha Slam last! DATZ ROIGHT, YA GITZ, IT WUZ DAT BLEEDIN’ RUNT ROIGHT DERE!”
Roaring these last words, DA ALPHA ORC removes the mask, then tosses it down the tower, now holding up the championship belt.
“But see, Bleedin’ Fox, Oi SPITZ on yer past glories - and I say dat lightly, anyway. Glories fer a ‘umie, just a day’z work fer an Orc. Speaking of which, though: When’s da LAST time ya WON sumfing?
Oi mean, yooz been in a three-way scrap fer da WORLD GUBBINZ, da Scramble where Oi’z smashed ya, anuvva foight after Oi’d won my belt, and LAST show yooz lost to dat posh, sparkly Eastern lad! (or lass, can’t ever tell wif doze wunz)
And Oi’z s’pposed to fink you’z a MONSTA now!? Dat’s wot Oi’z been in dis ‘ere company, and dat’s just in THREE shows! About da SAME times yooz got smashed like da sorry SNOTLING you’z turned into!”
A visible disgust appears now on Grimgor’s face, which turns into another beastly snarl.
“An’ I AIN’T in da mood to see ya GITZ out dere celebrate when sum squig’ead takes me gubbinz, not ta menshun DIS BLEEDIN’ RUNT in ‘is sorry state. ‘Cos see, Bleedin’ Fox, call me a MORON, but Oi’z also a FOIGHTIN’ CHAMPION, because dat’s wot a PROPPA ORC iz made ta be.
An’ wot ORCS want iz foes like da LEGEND yer said to be, so MAYBE, Oi’z even feelin’ nice enough ta BELIEVE yer still capable of bein’ dat - though wot Oi’z seen don’t convince me. But wot da ZOG! Oi’z comin’ at ya like you ARE, an’ for YER sake, yooz betta live up to it. And den Oi’z gonna STOMP ya flat, and go on wiv da rest of me day.
So, Bleedin’ Fox, get ready, an’ consider dis an ‘onor. ‘Cause legends never die…”
Grimgor peels back his lips in a vicious grimace, and drags his thumb across his throat.
“But at Ascendancy, YOOZ GOIN’ TO.”
The Southern States Champion raises his title once more, before letting out his mighty battlecry, resonating all around Fisherman Castle…
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!!!!"
Fade to black.
500 words (wordcounter.net)