Your Misery (JHW RP - Daigo)
Sept 25, 2022 3:57:14 GMT -5
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Post by Raiden Ishimori on Sept 25, 2022 3:57:14 GMT -5
The shot opens up to XHF Junior Heavyweight Champion Daigo Arakawa, sitting atop the long bar counter at The Gambler’s Den, phone held up to his ear. In the background, Orion the barkeep sets about polishing glasses and silverware. A quiet tune hums from the elder’s lips as he goes about the work, not paying much mind to the slight racket stemming from Daigo as a low growl escapes him, having taken some kind of offense from whoever is on the other end of the line.
Daigo: “Uncle, why are you this worried at this point?”
Daisuke: “Because you’re part of my family, Kaz-”
Daigo: “Daigo, ojisan.”
Daisuke (groaning): “Whatever. Doesn’t change the fact that you’re my nephew.”
Daigo: “Mhm…”
The Harbinger looked over to his left, hand patting the golden plate of the Junior Heavyweight Championship. A few weeks ago, it was hard to believe that he had won such a coveted prize against two people, and one who tried to put him at a disadvantage after their early forced departure from the match. It mattered little in the end, and here he was as the king of the junior heavyweights.
Daigo: “So are there any other bits of scolding I need to hear or am I free to go about my business? Unlike you, I have matters that require my attention and not sitting around twiddling my thumbs.”
Daisuke: “Has siding with those two really made you this arrogant? You and Raiden both.”
Daigo (shrugging): “So what if it has? In the two years The Harbingers have been a thing since our J-ROK days, we’ve been forces to be reckoned with. People fear Storms for his ruthlessness, others fear Raiden for his viciousness, and people fear me for the chaos I’m able to whip up every time. Whether it be under a mask, or with my face bare, people have learned to be afraid of me one way or another. I may be the shortest among them, but I am in no way any less of a threat. The Junior Heavyweights will learn that in due time. Just wait and see, ojisan.”
He pulls the phone from his ear, ignoring whatever berating words Daisuke had in store for him as he hung up the call, lightly tossing the phone down the other end of the bar, title being pulled up into his lap with a small chuckle.
Daigo: “So the time to defend this precious prize has finally come. Surprising to think that a month has already flown by like it has, but nevertheless…here we are.”
His gaze turns to the camera, a sadistic grin already spreading across his face.
Daigo: “null…you poor child. For most people, being granted an opportunity to challenge for a championship that the various people of the Network are trying to get their hands on should be considered an honor, but…this is me we’re talking about. This isn’t a gift, this is REIGN digging out your grave as I speak. One with a headstone to read: ‘null…and now void.’.”
Daigo chuckles at his own corny remark, bringing the championship up over his shoulder.
Daigo: “See this here? The prize that proves who the best is in this division? The man who outlasted the most violent woman in the entire Network, someone YOU couldn’t beat, even took a superkick to the jaw on her way out and still won the match to further add to SCCW’s already impressive resume of accolades and talents they’ve managed to accumulate in the years that it has operated. So why does REIGN in their hollowed out heads think that you’re worth all the trouble to stand against me? The Harbinger of Chaos, Chaos Tiger, The Chaotic Son, the man formerly known as Fenrir, and the man who will ensure that you get sent home with the eyes in the back of your head.”
Another laugh, though this one much more sinister and grim.
Daigo: “Chaos…is something that has several definitions, and on top of it, a concept that be used for many things: Threats, invoking fear, causing harm, leave people confused, and of course my personal favorite, the sheer adrenaline that it brings to one’s blood once you’ve embraced it for what it is. My return to SCCW as Fenrir, I knocked Moon Song in a little over three minutes, THREE. The week after, I put Cold-Hearted Casper’s momentum on ice and then struck again the week after to get myself into the International Championship picture and, surprise if you haven’t been keeping up, won that at Supremacy. Over a hundred days I would hold onto that coveted prize. A hundred plus days of sheer chaos, adrenaline, and enjoyment of seeing the faces of those that fell to me and the reactions that would be spread among the fans. Yeah, some cheer, but the booing….oh the booing is how I know I excelled once again. Who's to say I won’t have that lovely experience on the ship, eh null?”
He cackles with laughter this time, perhaps something bordering maniacal.
Daigo: “Once chaos is set in motion, there is no way, no cheat code, no nothing to stop the wave of destruction it comes bearing for all those that dare stand their ground. So many have tried before when I was International Champion, and so many laid beneath my boots when I was done with them, showing all that chaos reigned supreme like it is now in the junior heavyweight division. The suffering, the agony…oh the sweet delight and singular bliss to witness it all time and time again as champion was ever delightful…and I can’t wait to add your name to that list, null. To see the pain in your eyes, to see the defeat, the sorrow…god the imagery already is intoxicating.”
Daigo’s tongue drags its way across his bottom lip, savoring the mental image, whetting his appetite.
Daigo: “Oh to drink from the tears of sorrow…and it will be wonderful. Many times have I indulged in it over the past two years and at Cruisin’ For Gold, it will be the same tasteful experience once again. A bit of fodder from the Network, being served on a silver platter for one of the kings to simply pluck and eat to his heart’s content. A good first meal you shall make, null…yes indeed.”
He slides off the counter, one hand dragging down the golden plate of the championship.
Daigo: “And on that night, you will get to experience first hand what it’s like when chaos is allowed to spread. It will consume, it will maim, it will break you down to your very core until you’re begging for your suffering to be ended, wanting release from the endless madness. Hah…I’ll make sure REIGN will truly get to see how much of their time, and my time, they’re wasting with your antics. You’ve accomplished so little and yet they offered you this opportunity, to stare the living embodiment of chaos in its face…and they expect you to walk away victorious?”
Another howl of laughter echoes from his throat.
Daigo: “They can keep dreaming. This title is staying with SCCW for another month. Unlike REIGN’s precious SCCW Hall of Famer in Death Trap, I’ll ensure something actually stays this time.”
Daigo sneers in turn at the remark, sadistic grin returning.
Daigo: “null...you aren’t ready for what’s to come. No extensive preparation, training, meditation, or whatever the fuck it is you do out in way yonder Rust Belt to hype yourself up…you are not on my level. I’ve been a champion since my early days on the Network whereas you have earned nothing and made no mark, no change. Just like Darlene, like Shane Thompson, like Roy Case, like Hyperion…you will submit to chaos…and it will be Oh. So. Sweet.”
He draws in a sharp breath, slowly exhaling it with a sinister sigh of satisfaction.
Daigo: “Start looking at new avenues, buddy. Because this one you’re trying right now…is already void.”
Daigo lets out one last laugh, slapping the championship plate before pacing out of the shot, leaving it to fade to black.
Daigo: “Uncle, why are you this worried at this point?”
Daisuke: “Because you’re part of my family, Kaz-”
Daigo: “Daigo, ojisan.”
Daisuke (groaning): “Whatever. Doesn’t change the fact that you’re my nephew.”
Daigo: “Mhm…”
The Harbinger looked over to his left, hand patting the golden plate of the Junior Heavyweight Championship. A few weeks ago, it was hard to believe that he had won such a coveted prize against two people, and one who tried to put him at a disadvantage after their early forced departure from the match. It mattered little in the end, and here he was as the king of the junior heavyweights.
Daigo: “So are there any other bits of scolding I need to hear or am I free to go about my business? Unlike you, I have matters that require my attention and not sitting around twiddling my thumbs.”
Daisuke: “Has siding with those two really made you this arrogant? You and Raiden both.”
Daigo (shrugging): “So what if it has? In the two years The Harbingers have been a thing since our J-ROK days, we’ve been forces to be reckoned with. People fear Storms for his ruthlessness, others fear Raiden for his viciousness, and people fear me for the chaos I’m able to whip up every time. Whether it be under a mask, or with my face bare, people have learned to be afraid of me one way or another. I may be the shortest among them, but I am in no way any less of a threat. The Junior Heavyweights will learn that in due time. Just wait and see, ojisan.”
He pulls the phone from his ear, ignoring whatever berating words Daisuke had in store for him as he hung up the call, lightly tossing the phone down the other end of the bar, title being pulled up into his lap with a small chuckle.
Daigo: “So the time to defend this precious prize has finally come. Surprising to think that a month has already flown by like it has, but nevertheless…here we are.”
His gaze turns to the camera, a sadistic grin already spreading across his face.
Daigo: “null…you poor child. For most people, being granted an opportunity to challenge for a championship that the various people of the Network are trying to get their hands on should be considered an honor, but…this is me we’re talking about. This isn’t a gift, this is REIGN digging out your grave as I speak. One with a headstone to read: ‘null…and now void.’.”
Daigo chuckles at his own corny remark, bringing the championship up over his shoulder.
Daigo: “See this here? The prize that proves who the best is in this division? The man who outlasted the most violent woman in the entire Network, someone YOU couldn’t beat, even took a superkick to the jaw on her way out and still won the match to further add to SCCW’s already impressive resume of accolades and talents they’ve managed to accumulate in the years that it has operated. So why does REIGN in their hollowed out heads think that you’re worth all the trouble to stand against me? The Harbinger of Chaos, Chaos Tiger, The Chaotic Son, the man formerly known as Fenrir, and the man who will ensure that you get sent home with the eyes in the back of your head.”
Another laugh, though this one much more sinister and grim.
Daigo: “Chaos…is something that has several definitions, and on top of it, a concept that be used for many things: Threats, invoking fear, causing harm, leave people confused, and of course my personal favorite, the sheer adrenaline that it brings to one’s blood once you’ve embraced it for what it is. My return to SCCW as Fenrir, I knocked Moon Song in a little over three minutes, THREE. The week after, I put Cold-Hearted Casper’s momentum on ice and then struck again the week after to get myself into the International Championship picture and, surprise if you haven’t been keeping up, won that at Supremacy. Over a hundred days I would hold onto that coveted prize. A hundred plus days of sheer chaos, adrenaline, and enjoyment of seeing the faces of those that fell to me and the reactions that would be spread among the fans. Yeah, some cheer, but the booing….oh the booing is how I know I excelled once again. Who's to say I won’t have that lovely experience on the ship, eh null?”
He cackles with laughter this time, perhaps something bordering maniacal.
Daigo: “Once chaos is set in motion, there is no way, no cheat code, no nothing to stop the wave of destruction it comes bearing for all those that dare stand their ground. So many have tried before when I was International Champion, and so many laid beneath my boots when I was done with them, showing all that chaos reigned supreme like it is now in the junior heavyweight division. The suffering, the agony…oh the sweet delight and singular bliss to witness it all time and time again as champion was ever delightful…and I can’t wait to add your name to that list, null. To see the pain in your eyes, to see the defeat, the sorrow…god the imagery already is intoxicating.”
Daigo’s tongue drags its way across his bottom lip, savoring the mental image, whetting his appetite.
Daigo: “Oh to drink from the tears of sorrow…and it will be wonderful. Many times have I indulged in it over the past two years and at Cruisin’ For Gold, it will be the same tasteful experience once again. A bit of fodder from the Network, being served on a silver platter for one of the kings to simply pluck and eat to his heart’s content. A good first meal you shall make, null…yes indeed.”
He slides off the counter, one hand dragging down the golden plate of the championship.
Daigo: “And on that night, you will get to experience first hand what it’s like when chaos is allowed to spread. It will consume, it will maim, it will break you down to your very core until you’re begging for your suffering to be ended, wanting release from the endless madness. Hah…I’ll make sure REIGN will truly get to see how much of their time, and my time, they’re wasting with your antics. You’ve accomplished so little and yet they offered you this opportunity, to stare the living embodiment of chaos in its face…and they expect you to walk away victorious?”
Another howl of laughter echoes from his throat.
Daigo: “They can keep dreaming. This title is staying with SCCW for another month. Unlike REIGN’s precious SCCW Hall of Famer in Death Trap, I’ll ensure something actually stays this time.”
Daigo sneers in turn at the remark, sadistic grin returning.
Daigo: “null...you aren’t ready for what’s to come. No extensive preparation, training, meditation, or whatever the fuck it is you do out in way yonder Rust Belt to hype yourself up…you are not on my level. I’ve been a champion since my early days on the Network whereas you have earned nothing and made no mark, no change. Just like Darlene, like Shane Thompson, like Roy Case, like Hyperion…you will submit to chaos…and it will be Oh. So. Sweet.”
He draws in a sharp breath, slowly exhaling it with a sinister sigh of satisfaction.
Daigo: “Start looking at new avenues, buddy. Because this one you’re trying right now…is already void.”
Daigo lets out one last laugh, slapping the championship plate before pacing out of the shot, leaving it to fade to black.