Chaos Reigns (JHW RP)
Nov 7, 2022 22:53:14 GMT -5
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Post by Raiden Ishimori on Nov 7, 2022 22:53:14 GMT -5
Storms: “The UK? Yeah I’m familiar with it.”
Though one of the less talkative members of The Harbingers, Hunter’s voice still carried a decent boom and weight to it, even in smaller spaces such as Kingsley’s office where he and the rest of the group had gathered for the evening. The leader of the group sat behind his desk, laptop opened up with hands linked beneath in front of his mouth, seemingly scanning over what seemed like finance reports. Across from him were the remaining Harbingers, with Storms and Raiden each holding one of the SCCW Double Down title belts whilst Daigo held the Junior Heavyweight Championship over his shoulder. Storms adjusted his position in the chair, crossing an ankle over his knee.
Storms: “Why are you asking in regards to it?”
Daigo: “It’s where my next defense for my prize is set to take place. I’m bound for Liverpool in the coming days to deal with W:UK’s representative.”
Storms: “Ah, so that’s why you asked…though I fail to see the correlation. Yes, I wrestled in the UK for a time when Recoba and I were allied with a few others following the end of PAW and then we went our separate ways afterward. Still keep in contact with the guy on occasion and I know Kingsley will be knowing him soon enough-”
Kingsley: “Off topic.”
Storms: “Right, right. Listen, Daigo, I can’t provide much other than the baseline facts about the guy you’re having to face. To be completely blunt, this is probably going to be one of, if not, the hardest challenge you have as one of the top champions in the Network considering the guy you have to deal with has not lost ever since his debut. He’s a champion for a reason much like yourself.”
Daigo grumbles something inaudible to himself, shaking his head.
Daigo: “I’ll make him bleed…”
He stands from his seat, still grumbling to himself as he takes his leave from the office, though surprisingly he doesn’t shut the door in a huff. Storms sighs in turn, looking over Raiden.
Storms: “You think he’ll manage?”
Raiden: “Chaos has served him well enough in the last two. If it fails him in this endeavor, then let the firestorm that will erupt from the pain of loss come to serve as fuel for when we fight at REIGN. This is but a hurdle for him. The real challenge is at the end of the month.”
Storms: “Fair enough I suppose.”
The big man shrugs, turning back to Kingsley whose gaze is still fixated on his laptop, still scanning over various numbers while the shot pans off to the side into a patch of darkness, continuing to pan past it and revealing Daigo out on the street, pacing along the sidewalk as cars quietly go on by. The noise of the bar behind him became more and more faint with each step, jaw slightly clenched in what seemed more like irritation than confliction.
Daigo: “I always hunger for competition, opportunities to sate my lust to sow discord and chaos among the bountiful fields of the Network. First it was null, and then Sam Sawyer, and now…some monotone philosopher whose personality matches that of unseasoned chicken. Bland as fuck. I know you’re always talking to a camera, Eron, but actually act alive for a change instead of sounding like a reanimated corpse. Tch, not that it will matter once all is said and done in Liverpool.”
The champ’s attention diverts from the sidewalk and up into the lens, that chaotic spark flaring in his irises as he makes eye contact. A half smirk forms, though not quite one matching his usual erratic personality.
Daigo: “You’ve seen my craft, my work, my art. The chaotic mind that currently sits atop this division and despite the efforts thus far to dethrone me, have ended with me still keeping an iron grip on his prized championship. I had to fight on the water, through snow, burn myself to keep what is mine by right. In what black and white world do you think you’re the one capable of prying this from my hands? Truly, tell me oh grand Commonwealth Champion. The only Common thing about you is the same shite setup you use to deliver your sitting-on-the-toilet worthy messages and philosophy that you keep vomiting out to the world. I’d rather make more sense of Mongo’s obsession with gimmick matches than trying to sort the same bullshit you tout.”
He shakes his head, laughing a bit.
Daigo: “Let me make something very clear here, Eron. Your caliber does not match up to mine in any way, shape, or form. I don’t care that you’ve posted an undefeated record thus far but you’ve been enjoying that kind of high life for far, far too long. It’s about time someone put their boot up against your neck and made you choke on it whole. Talking all this ‘Wild at Heart’ when you yourself haven’t even shown a single shred of a wild, animalistic nature whereas I have COUNTLESS times AGAIN and AGAIN. A newfound attitude that has gotten me places, won me gold, made me a definitive wrestler that so few have trampled on over the past several months.”
Anger sears itself onto his brow all for but a moment until he breaks out into hysterical laughter as per usual. Ever par for the course.
Daigo: “Yet still…still, people would have their doubts that I cannot overcome. Well look at who’s been running this division ever since August. ME. The Harbinger of Chaos.”
He pulls the title off his shoulder, staring it down as he pauses in his steps, laughter still persisting with his voice now pitching low.
Daigo: “No one else can have it. No one…no one…this has been mine since I won it for my brethren and I will not see the effort I put into it be squandered by someone who talks no better than someone who’s the equivalent of an apathetic NPC in a video game. Your history means nothing to me…and that is because chaos exists only to serve the present and spit it out as the past to serve as a reminder for those who will be standing in my path…”
Chaos Tiger’s gaze slowly turns from the championship up to the camera, a wide, twisted smile forming on his lips before he rushes the equipment. The belt heavily thuds against the concrete on the ground as he grabs the camera by its sides, face inches away from the lens.
Daigo: “And that includes you, Eron Hunter. You can sit on that pedestal and preach your philosophy all you want but that all changes the moment we’re together in that ring and words mean nothing anymore and we move into my domain of chaos and discord, the realm where I reign supreme and my actions are absolute. Inviolate. What happens to you when we’re clawing at each other’s throats is on you, and you alone. I take no responsibility for the hospital trip I’ll be sending you on because God knows you willingly accepted your placement in this, knowing the consequences will be dire for you.”
Another low, sinister chuckle.
Daigo: “I will make you suffer, I will make you bleed, crawl, beg, cry out for mercy…and I will not grant you even a single ounce of remorse. I know you can’t go the distance, your stamina shows that and you know, it’s okay to finish quickly sometimes. You do you. Me though? Heheh…I prefer things to last, and savor every moment of the situation at hand and revel in it. Just continuing to hammer and hammer away until I’ve gotten my satisfaction from it and put it all to rest. You are no exception, Eron. Sam wasn’t one nor was null.”
He pulls his face away from the lens a bit, sadistically licking his chops.
Daigo: “Oh how I can’t wait until our encounter comes to life and I run you ragged like the damned dog you are. I will make sure that all that acclaim you’ve racked up in the time you’ve been W:UK gets chewed up and shoved down your throat as punishment for your defiance in trying to take me down. The wise move is to always stay. In. Your. Fucking. Lane. You’ve never had business stepping up to me when you got enough grab-ass going on as is for that aluminum title you carry. Next time, I’ll be expecting someone who doesn’t bore me to the point of sleep before we’ve even set foot in the ring together. So, Eron, do me a favor: Shut your damn mouth, and choke. You resist….heh….then Gleipnir will do the job for you. See ya then.”
Daigo shoves the camera away, moving back to pick up the Junior Heavyweight Championship from the ground, dusting it off for a moment before making the trek back to The Gambler’s Den.
Though one of the less talkative members of The Harbingers, Hunter’s voice still carried a decent boom and weight to it, even in smaller spaces such as Kingsley’s office where he and the rest of the group had gathered for the evening. The leader of the group sat behind his desk, laptop opened up with hands linked beneath in front of his mouth, seemingly scanning over what seemed like finance reports. Across from him were the remaining Harbingers, with Storms and Raiden each holding one of the SCCW Double Down title belts whilst Daigo held the Junior Heavyweight Championship over his shoulder. Storms adjusted his position in the chair, crossing an ankle over his knee.
Storms: “Why are you asking in regards to it?”
Daigo: “It’s where my next defense for my prize is set to take place. I’m bound for Liverpool in the coming days to deal with W:UK’s representative.”
Storms: “Ah, so that’s why you asked…though I fail to see the correlation. Yes, I wrestled in the UK for a time when Recoba and I were allied with a few others following the end of PAW and then we went our separate ways afterward. Still keep in contact with the guy on occasion and I know Kingsley will be knowing him soon enough-”
Kingsley: “Off topic.”
Storms: “Right, right. Listen, Daigo, I can’t provide much other than the baseline facts about the guy you’re having to face. To be completely blunt, this is probably going to be one of, if not, the hardest challenge you have as one of the top champions in the Network considering the guy you have to deal with has not lost ever since his debut. He’s a champion for a reason much like yourself.”
Daigo grumbles something inaudible to himself, shaking his head.
Daigo: “I’ll make him bleed…”
He stands from his seat, still grumbling to himself as he takes his leave from the office, though surprisingly he doesn’t shut the door in a huff. Storms sighs in turn, looking over Raiden.
Storms: “You think he’ll manage?”
Raiden: “Chaos has served him well enough in the last two. If it fails him in this endeavor, then let the firestorm that will erupt from the pain of loss come to serve as fuel for when we fight at REIGN. This is but a hurdle for him. The real challenge is at the end of the month.”
Storms: “Fair enough I suppose.”
The big man shrugs, turning back to Kingsley whose gaze is still fixated on his laptop, still scanning over various numbers while the shot pans off to the side into a patch of darkness, continuing to pan past it and revealing Daigo out on the street, pacing along the sidewalk as cars quietly go on by. The noise of the bar behind him became more and more faint with each step, jaw slightly clenched in what seemed more like irritation than confliction.
Daigo: “I always hunger for competition, opportunities to sate my lust to sow discord and chaos among the bountiful fields of the Network. First it was null, and then Sam Sawyer, and now…some monotone philosopher whose personality matches that of unseasoned chicken. Bland as fuck. I know you’re always talking to a camera, Eron, but actually act alive for a change instead of sounding like a reanimated corpse. Tch, not that it will matter once all is said and done in Liverpool.”
The champ’s attention diverts from the sidewalk and up into the lens, that chaotic spark flaring in his irises as he makes eye contact. A half smirk forms, though not quite one matching his usual erratic personality.
Daigo: “You’ve seen my craft, my work, my art. The chaotic mind that currently sits atop this division and despite the efforts thus far to dethrone me, have ended with me still keeping an iron grip on his prized championship. I had to fight on the water, through snow, burn myself to keep what is mine by right. In what black and white world do you think you’re the one capable of prying this from my hands? Truly, tell me oh grand Commonwealth Champion. The only Common thing about you is the same shite setup you use to deliver your sitting-on-the-toilet worthy messages and philosophy that you keep vomiting out to the world. I’d rather make more sense of Mongo’s obsession with gimmick matches than trying to sort the same bullshit you tout.”
He shakes his head, laughing a bit.
Daigo: “Let me make something very clear here, Eron. Your caliber does not match up to mine in any way, shape, or form. I don’t care that you’ve posted an undefeated record thus far but you’ve been enjoying that kind of high life for far, far too long. It’s about time someone put their boot up against your neck and made you choke on it whole. Talking all this ‘Wild at Heart’ when you yourself haven’t even shown a single shred of a wild, animalistic nature whereas I have COUNTLESS times AGAIN and AGAIN. A newfound attitude that has gotten me places, won me gold, made me a definitive wrestler that so few have trampled on over the past several months.”
Anger sears itself onto his brow all for but a moment until he breaks out into hysterical laughter as per usual. Ever par for the course.
Daigo: “Yet still…still, people would have their doubts that I cannot overcome. Well look at who’s been running this division ever since August. ME. The Harbinger of Chaos.”
He pulls the title off his shoulder, staring it down as he pauses in his steps, laughter still persisting with his voice now pitching low.
Daigo: “No one else can have it. No one…no one…this has been mine since I won it for my brethren and I will not see the effort I put into it be squandered by someone who talks no better than someone who’s the equivalent of an apathetic NPC in a video game. Your history means nothing to me…and that is because chaos exists only to serve the present and spit it out as the past to serve as a reminder for those who will be standing in my path…”
Chaos Tiger’s gaze slowly turns from the championship up to the camera, a wide, twisted smile forming on his lips before he rushes the equipment. The belt heavily thuds against the concrete on the ground as he grabs the camera by its sides, face inches away from the lens.
Daigo: “And that includes you, Eron Hunter. You can sit on that pedestal and preach your philosophy all you want but that all changes the moment we’re together in that ring and words mean nothing anymore and we move into my domain of chaos and discord, the realm where I reign supreme and my actions are absolute. Inviolate. What happens to you when we’re clawing at each other’s throats is on you, and you alone. I take no responsibility for the hospital trip I’ll be sending you on because God knows you willingly accepted your placement in this, knowing the consequences will be dire for you.”
Another low, sinister chuckle.
Daigo: “I will make you suffer, I will make you bleed, crawl, beg, cry out for mercy…and I will not grant you even a single ounce of remorse. I know you can’t go the distance, your stamina shows that and you know, it’s okay to finish quickly sometimes. You do you. Me though? Heheh…I prefer things to last, and savor every moment of the situation at hand and revel in it. Just continuing to hammer and hammer away until I’ve gotten my satisfaction from it and put it all to rest. You are no exception, Eron. Sam wasn’t one nor was null.”
He pulls his face away from the lens a bit, sadistically licking his chops.
Daigo: “Oh how I can’t wait until our encounter comes to life and I run you ragged like the damned dog you are. I will make sure that all that acclaim you’ve racked up in the time you’ve been W:UK gets chewed up and shoved down your throat as punishment for your defiance in trying to take me down. The wise move is to always stay. In. Your. Fucking. Lane. You’ve never had business stepping up to me when you got enough grab-ass going on as is for that aluminum title you carry. Next time, I’ll be expecting someone who doesn’t bore me to the point of sleep before we’ve even set foot in the ring together. So, Eron, do me a favor: Shut your damn mouth, and choke. You resist….heh….then Gleipnir will do the job for you. See ya then.”
Daigo shoves the camera away, moving back to pick up the Junior Heavyweight Championship from the ground, dusting it off for a moment before making the trek back to The Gambler’s Den.
