The Sons of the Conqueror [RP #1]
Sept 7, 2022 17:42:36 GMT -5
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Post by Gavin Drake on Sept 7, 2022 17:42:36 GMT -5
Dim light pours down to cast king shadows across a debris covered cement floor, old machinery looms in the background lit by the pale lighti. In the distance music plays, bass thumping in the distance.
Then a figure moves in the darkness, looking down on the scene from a rust painted catwalk. Old and crumbling paint cover it as the figure crouches, and the faint light shows the face of Luthor Carbrey.
‘Long have we waited amid the wreckage, among the signs of a dying world, in the shadows. You see these other teams they had forgotten.’
Something rattled and then cracked against the floor as a larger figure stepped from the darkness. It paced back and forth before it stopped to growl.
‘But we have not forgotten. We have been waiting for him to summon us. We had been waiting for the call, because you see. The Death Squad are his soldiers.’
Carbrey smiled.
‘His shocktroops.’
The man turned and it was Gavin Drake, he rubbed at the tape on his wrists as he glowered.
‘But we are his knights, his swords against the others, we are the Chosen. And tonight? We wage war to protect what is ours, what is Donzig-gun’s.’
Carbrey dropped down, landing in a crouch before he rose to stalk forward to stand beside the larger Drake. Drake shrugged, folding arms over his chest.
‘You see if Donzig is a king, our king we are princes of the realm. The chosen heirs of the Empty Night, and in Halifax we decide the future of the tag team division. You see if we win?’
Drake smirked.
‘Either the Bastards aren’t safe, or we will test our strength against our brothers. Because you see among us? The strongest must rule.’
Carbrey nodded, and he shrugged.
‘From JRok to NLW, from Britain to Japan, it is time that everyone recognizes that Donzig-gun runs this shit, that all of you from the Dark Stars to the Bastards to the Glucks bows down before the Empire of Oblivion! Because you see, Gavin and I? We are here to make you bend the knee.’
Gavin Drake dragged a hand across his face, wiping across his beard as his eyes narrowed. He rolled his shoulders, jerking a thumb and the grinning Carbrey.
‘You see Luthor? He is the Knives of the Scourge, he is here to cut and divide. He will cut the dead flesh away from the living corpse of this place in the name of Donzig-gun! And if the Purge or the Skulls get in our way? Well, that would be a mistake. You should just lay down, boys. Lay down and make it on yourselves, yeah?’
Carbrey laughed, and he stepped forward with a jerk of his head towards Drake.
‘Gavin Drake. The Empty Hand. The Blood of Kings. Do you know what he is going to do to the four of you? Do you have any idea what the two of us capable of? You see boys, the Empty Hand?’
A frown.
‘The Empty Hand takes. And what it is taking? Is this chance away from you.’
Drake laughed, clapping a hand on Luthor’s shoulder as he gestured at the pair of them.
‘You see boys? We’re the Sons of the Conqueror, yeah? And so you fucking zombies think you’re bad men? No, no, you’re not! I am going to take your bloody heads off! Do you understand that? Do you understand what you are up against?’
Luthor smirked, and he leaned closer.
‘Skulls of Grimm, listen. You’re like British bikers? From Essex. Come on, lads. You may think you’re some kind of bad asses because you walk around holding Havok’s train? But you see us? We’re not some big dumb bastard like Fowler and his boys. We are not going to have pity on you because you’re holding the champ’s dick. You are just as much in the line of fire as the Purge. You see? You’re all fucking meat.’
Drake grinned, slapping a hand to Luthor’s chest before he stepped back into the darkness. And the Man from JRok grinned, slowly pulling up his skull printed bandanna up around his face as he slid into the shadows as well.
'Run for daylight, boys. Because at Halifax? The Empire of Oblivion, of Donzig-gun is coming for you.'
Something crashes down in the darkness, metal clattering as the camera moves upwards towards the broken windows and pale lights as that deep voice growls again.
'The Chosen are coming, and at Halifax? Darkness will fall. The end is near, lads.'
Then a figure moves in the darkness, looking down on the scene from a rust painted catwalk. Old and crumbling paint cover it as the figure crouches, and the faint light shows the face of Luthor Carbrey.
‘Long have we waited amid the wreckage, among the signs of a dying world, in the shadows. You see these other teams they had forgotten.’
Something rattled and then cracked against the floor as a larger figure stepped from the darkness. It paced back and forth before it stopped to growl.
‘But we have not forgotten. We have been waiting for him to summon us. We had been waiting for the call, because you see. The Death Squad are his soldiers.’
Carbrey smiled.
‘His shocktroops.’
The man turned and it was Gavin Drake, he rubbed at the tape on his wrists as he glowered.
‘But we are his knights, his swords against the others, we are the Chosen. And tonight? We wage war to protect what is ours, what is Donzig-gun’s.’
Carbrey dropped down, landing in a crouch before he rose to stalk forward to stand beside the larger Drake. Drake shrugged, folding arms over his chest.
‘You see if Donzig is a king, our king we are princes of the realm. The chosen heirs of the Empty Night, and in Halifax we decide the future of the tag team division. You see if we win?’
Drake smirked.
‘Either the Bastards aren’t safe, or we will test our strength against our brothers. Because you see among us? The strongest must rule.’
Carbrey nodded, and he shrugged.
‘From JRok to NLW, from Britain to Japan, it is time that everyone recognizes that Donzig-gun runs this shit, that all of you from the Dark Stars to the Bastards to the Glucks bows down before the Empire of Oblivion! Because you see, Gavin and I? We are here to make you bend the knee.’
Gavin Drake dragged a hand across his face, wiping across his beard as his eyes narrowed. He rolled his shoulders, jerking a thumb and the grinning Carbrey.
‘You see Luthor? He is the Knives of the Scourge, he is here to cut and divide. He will cut the dead flesh away from the living corpse of this place in the name of Donzig-gun! And if the Purge or the Skulls get in our way? Well, that would be a mistake. You should just lay down, boys. Lay down and make it on yourselves, yeah?’
Carbrey laughed, and he stepped forward with a jerk of his head towards Drake.
‘Gavin Drake. The Empty Hand. The Blood of Kings. Do you know what he is going to do to the four of you? Do you have any idea what the two of us capable of? You see boys, the Empty Hand?’
A frown.
‘The Empty Hand takes. And what it is taking? Is this chance away from you.’
Drake laughed, clapping a hand on Luthor’s shoulder as he gestured at the pair of them.
‘You see boys? We’re the Sons of the Conqueror, yeah? And so you fucking zombies think you’re bad men? No, no, you’re not! I am going to take your bloody heads off! Do you understand that? Do you understand what you are up against?’
Luthor smirked, and he leaned closer.
‘Skulls of Grimm, listen. You’re like British bikers? From Essex. Come on, lads. You may think you’re some kind of bad asses because you walk around holding Havok’s train? But you see us? We’re not some big dumb bastard like Fowler and his boys. We are not going to have pity on you because you’re holding the champ’s dick. You are just as much in the line of fire as the Purge. You see? You’re all fucking meat.’
Drake grinned, slapping a hand to Luthor’s chest before he stepped back into the darkness. And the Man from JRok grinned, slowly pulling up his skull printed bandanna up around his face as he slid into the shadows as well.
'Run for daylight, boys. Because at Halifax? The Empire of Oblivion, of Donzig-gun is coming for you.'
Something crashes down in the darkness, metal clattering as the camera moves upwards towards the broken windows and pale lights as that deep voice growls again.
'The Chosen are coming, and at Halifax? Darkness will fall. The end is near, lads.'
