Post by Oblivion Death Squad on Oct 20, 2022 22:34:09 GMT -5
'Misericorde: clemency; pity, mercy.'
A cold voice rasped from the darkness, and then the hulking forms of the brutes known as Mormo and Moloch stepped into the light. They were shadows against it, and they glared around them from behind their black skull tactical masks. The light revealed an old abandoned factory around them, ancient machines dead and decaying in the darkness. Dust and cobwebs hung from them, and then Donzig was seen sitting on a broken assembly line. He leaned back, absently looking at his hand as he continued.
'The misericorde is also the name of a weapon, it is specifically a dagger that was used to kill unhorsed knights, to dispatch wounded men who were slow in dying in an age where death in combat was common. It would tear through the weak spots in armor, punching through it to deliver a killing blow. A mercy blow if you will, and frankly? The Oblivion Death Squad is my misericorde. You see most of us in Donzig-gun? We are cruel, we revel in our nature, you know this.'
Donzig seemed amused, and he shrugged.
'But the Death Squad? They are not cruel, they are quick, brutal, efficient. They see a target? They destroy it quickly and utterly. They are in fact, the extent of my mercy. They are in fact, my misericorde. Better that you fall at the hands of my devils then fall into the clutches of the Scourge. Better that you face the wrath of Mormo and Moloch then the Baroness. Better you step into the ring with the quick demise of the Death Squad then face off with the Chosen.'
A pause.
'Better them then me.'
Donzig slid to his feet, and he walked across the dusty cement floor of the factory to lay a hand on the shoulder of the glowering Moloch.
'A wise man once said: MISERICORDE, n. A dagger which in mediaeval warfare was used by the foot soldier to remind an unhorsed knight that he was mortal. And that is what the Death Squad are, that is what they do, that is who they are. They are here to remind all of you that you are in fact: mortal. That you are human, that you are prey, and that the Abyss? It fucking waits. So don't think for a second that any of you will be walking into that Gauntlet and just rolling over the Oblivion Death Squad, because that is not going to happen. This is a war, and war is what they live for.'
Donzig stood between them, hands lifting as he rolled his shoulders. A glance to either side, and he continued.
'The ODS have stood against the best, the very fucking best on this Network! Teams like the Revenants, like the Bastards, the Marsipials of Madness, the Dark Stars! The Death Squad have stood against the Black Knife Cabal, the fucking former Fireside Tag Team Champions the Bang Bros, and even the Crinkly Bottom Boys! By the way, some of these teams? Where the fuck are they now, because they are long gone! They have gone into the Empty Night, and we? We are still here! Aren't we? So these other teams in this gauntlet? This is your fucking notice, this is my sole offer of mercy!'
Donzig sneered from behind his mask, and he tapped his hand against the chest of Mormo.
'This is Mormo. This man is a monster, a nightmare, a creature of nightmare. Six foot four, three hundred and thirty pounds. He is power, make no mistake! Mormo will break you in half, he will overpower you! He will slam you into the ground, he will batter you into pieces!'
Donzig turned to the other, a hand lifting to rest on the shoulder.
'Moloch. He is the technical one, you see what he lacks in pure power? What he likes in size? He makes up for in skill, in ability, and when you go toe to toe with Moloch? You should be on your fucking a-game, the smallest slip? You will land on your head, and then? Well, let's just say unlike alot of teams I could name? The Death Squad work as one, they are a unit, and that means?'
Donzig slaps his hands together, and laughed that weird rasping laugh.
'Reality falls.'
Donzig shrugged, he started to pace back and forth beneath the empty gaze of his enforcers.
'And the realoty is? No fucking team inside this gauntlet is close to the level of the Oblivion Death Squad! Not the Dark Stars, not Team Fairtex, not the Purge, not LVZ/Stevens, and not Neon Bushido! You see the facts are? The ODS are the team to beat! Because the Soldiers of the Apocalypse unlike some other teams I could name? Almost had the Bastards, they almost had them dead to rights! So Frank and Rob can sit around Yorkshire, and talk about how a cardboard box would have been a palace to them? They can say they won all day? But facts are? They almost lost, they barely squeaked out a fucking win!'
Donzig paused, a hand lifting to tap his finger against his masked chin.
'And then we have the Brothers Gluck. Listen, I fucking hate Mississippi, I can't stand these fuckers from Mississippi, I honestly have not one son of a bitch from the state of Mississippi that I can stand to be in a room with! And so you two can crawl out of the swamps of Mississippi and eat all the fucking dead possums and raccoons you want! But the facts are? Your state has been a dumpster fire since the Reconstruction, and everyone know it! Seriously, who in the fuck needs all those 'I's' and 'S's' in their name? Like what is that?'
The Death Squad had no answers, and Donzig paced again.
'So the two of you may have fooled that referee, you may have pulled the wool over the eyes of the only creature in the world more goddamned pitiful then a cretin from Mississippi inside of the ring! But you know who you didn't fool? Me! The Oblivion Death Squad! So you two may have stolen from the Chosen, you may have stolen from Donzig-gun, but if you get past the Bastards? We will be waiting.'
A shrug.
'And those two fucks? Well, Yorkshire might be a shit hole but I suspect it is better then Mississippi!'
Donzig paced again, and then he turned back to the shadows as the ODS looked on.
'Team Fairtex? Listen I get you boys are the sons of the Shoot Fighter, I get that one night in Bangkok will make a hard man humble, I get you are former SWAT tag team Champions? But guys, you beat Bear-O-Tacdyl. Let's calm down, and remember you are Tournament Threat Level: Mid.'
Mormo curled a hand into a fist, and Moloch's shoulders shook slightly.
'The Dark Stars. Haven't we done this? Listen, boys, you should worry about escaping when LD calls the cops because the Death Squad is going to leave you hobbled.'
Moloch nodded, and Donzig's voice hissed.
'The Purge. God, those movies insist on themselves. And what are you some kind of cult? We hate cults, there is only one God in the Abyss. Only one.'
A pause, and the Death Squad shifted before Donzig growled again.
'Neon Bushido. My old dear friends, I hope you know that the boys are going to hurt you for your defiance. They are going to punish you for your sins, and that supid fucking name. Who made that up?'
Moloch growled, and shook his head.
'LVZ. Jay Stevens. You two should have stayed gone, where it was safe, you should not have walked back into my killing fields. We will leave enough of you two to send back to Gus in pieces, in a fucking basket!'
The lights cracked, and then shut down with a sound like a massive lever being slammed down. The room was plunged into darkness, smoke and dust swirling as darkness fell. And then Donzig hissed from the shadows, and his voice echoed.
'See you soon.'
A cold voice rasped from the darkness, and then the hulking forms of the brutes known as Mormo and Moloch stepped into the light. They were shadows against it, and they glared around them from behind their black skull tactical masks. The light revealed an old abandoned factory around them, ancient machines dead and decaying in the darkness. Dust and cobwebs hung from them, and then Donzig was seen sitting on a broken assembly line. He leaned back, absently looking at his hand as he continued.
'The misericorde is also the name of a weapon, it is specifically a dagger that was used to kill unhorsed knights, to dispatch wounded men who were slow in dying in an age where death in combat was common. It would tear through the weak spots in armor, punching through it to deliver a killing blow. A mercy blow if you will, and frankly? The Oblivion Death Squad is my misericorde. You see most of us in Donzig-gun? We are cruel, we revel in our nature, you know this.'
Donzig seemed amused, and he shrugged.
'But the Death Squad? They are not cruel, they are quick, brutal, efficient. They see a target? They destroy it quickly and utterly. They are in fact, the extent of my mercy. They are in fact, my misericorde. Better that you fall at the hands of my devils then fall into the clutches of the Scourge. Better that you face the wrath of Mormo and Moloch then the Baroness. Better you step into the ring with the quick demise of the Death Squad then face off with the Chosen.'
A pause.
'Better them then me.'
Donzig slid to his feet, and he walked across the dusty cement floor of the factory to lay a hand on the shoulder of the glowering Moloch.
'A wise man once said: MISERICORDE, n. A dagger which in mediaeval warfare was used by the foot soldier to remind an unhorsed knight that he was mortal. And that is what the Death Squad are, that is what they do, that is who they are. They are here to remind all of you that you are in fact: mortal. That you are human, that you are prey, and that the Abyss? It fucking waits. So don't think for a second that any of you will be walking into that Gauntlet and just rolling over the Oblivion Death Squad, because that is not going to happen. This is a war, and war is what they live for.'
Donzig stood between them, hands lifting as he rolled his shoulders. A glance to either side, and he continued.
'The ODS have stood against the best, the very fucking best on this Network! Teams like the Revenants, like the Bastards, the Marsipials of Madness, the Dark Stars! The Death Squad have stood against the Black Knife Cabal, the fucking former Fireside Tag Team Champions the Bang Bros, and even the Crinkly Bottom Boys! By the way, some of these teams? Where the fuck are they now, because they are long gone! They have gone into the Empty Night, and we? We are still here! Aren't we? So these other teams in this gauntlet? This is your fucking notice, this is my sole offer of mercy!'
Donzig sneered from behind his mask, and he tapped his hand against the chest of Mormo.
'This is Mormo. This man is a monster, a nightmare, a creature of nightmare. Six foot four, three hundred and thirty pounds. He is power, make no mistake! Mormo will break you in half, he will overpower you! He will slam you into the ground, he will batter you into pieces!'
Donzig turned to the other, a hand lifting to rest on the shoulder.
'Moloch. He is the technical one, you see what he lacks in pure power? What he likes in size? He makes up for in skill, in ability, and when you go toe to toe with Moloch? You should be on your fucking a-game, the smallest slip? You will land on your head, and then? Well, let's just say unlike alot of teams I could name? The Death Squad work as one, they are a unit, and that means?'
Donzig slaps his hands together, and laughed that weird rasping laugh.
'Reality falls.'
Donzig shrugged, he started to pace back and forth beneath the empty gaze of his enforcers.
'And the realoty is? No fucking team inside this gauntlet is close to the level of the Oblivion Death Squad! Not the Dark Stars, not Team Fairtex, not the Purge, not LVZ/Stevens, and not Neon Bushido! You see the facts are? The ODS are the team to beat! Because the Soldiers of the Apocalypse unlike some other teams I could name? Almost had the Bastards, they almost had them dead to rights! So Frank and Rob can sit around Yorkshire, and talk about how a cardboard box would have been a palace to them? They can say they won all day? But facts are? They almost lost, they barely squeaked out a fucking win!'
Donzig paused, a hand lifting to tap his finger against his masked chin.
'And then we have the Brothers Gluck. Listen, I fucking hate Mississippi, I can't stand these fuckers from Mississippi, I honestly have not one son of a bitch from the state of Mississippi that I can stand to be in a room with! And so you two can crawl out of the swamps of Mississippi and eat all the fucking dead possums and raccoons you want! But the facts are? Your state has been a dumpster fire since the Reconstruction, and everyone know it! Seriously, who in the fuck needs all those 'I's' and 'S's' in their name? Like what is that?'
The Death Squad had no answers, and Donzig paced again.
'So the two of you may have fooled that referee, you may have pulled the wool over the eyes of the only creature in the world more goddamned pitiful then a cretin from Mississippi inside of the ring! But you know who you didn't fool? Me! The Oblivion Death Squad! So you two may have stolen from the Chosen, you may have stolen from Donzig-gun, but if you get past the Bastards? We will be waiting.'
A shrug.
'And those two fucks? Well, Yorkshire might be a shit hole but I suspect it is better then Mississippi!'
Donzig paced again, and then he turned back to the shadows as the ODS looked on.
'Team Fairtex? Listen I get you boys are the sons of the Shoot Fighter, I get that one night in Bangkok will make a hard man humble, I get you are former SWAT tag team Champions? But guys, you beat Bear-O-Tacdyl. Let's calm down, and remember you are Tournament Threat Level: Mid.'
Mormo curled a hand into a fist, and Moloch's shoulders shook slightly.
'The Dark Stars. Haven't we done this? Listen, boys, you should worry about escaping when LD calls the cops because the Death Squad is going to leave you hobbled.'
Moloch nodded, and Donzig's voice hissed.
'The Purge. God, those movies insist on themselves. And what are you some kind of cult? We hate cults, there is only one God in the Abyss. Only one.'
A pause, and the Death Squad shifted before Donzig growled again.
'Neon Bushido. My old dear friends, I hope you know that the boys are going to hurt you for your defiance. They are going to punish you for your sins, and that supid fucking name. Who made that up?'
Moloch growled, and shook his head.
'LVZ. Jay Stevens. You two should have stayed gone, where it was safe, you should not have walked back into my killing fields. We will leave enough of you two to send back to Gus in pieces, in a fucking basket!'
The lights cracked, and then shut down with a sound like a massive lever being slammed down. The room was plunged into darkness, smoke and dust swirling as darkness fell. And then Donzig hissed from the shadows, and his voice echoed.
'See you soon.'
