Ragnarok Approaches (Sons RP #1)
Nov 13, 2022 22:46:01 GMT -5
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Post by Raiden Ishimori on Nov 13, 2022 22:46:01 GMT -5
It’s a rather dreary morning this time around in Sin City, rain lashing against every building and window in sight while the vehicles of the morning commute splash the fallen rainwater onto the various sidewalks that hug the freshly formed puddles. Several lights and lamp posts serve as beacons for those navigating the streets whether it by car or on foot, all offer a measure of safety and solitude from the unfortunate weather, groans and grumbling faintly echoing in the cold morning air. For those with a day off, today was a sure enough sign to keep indoors for the most part lest the rain decide to give way and cease entirely to grant the city respite from the downpour that assailed it. In one of the many high-rise buildings, a few lights were evidently on with various onlookers peering down at the dampened streets below, expressions of curiosity aplenty among those save for a select few who seemed to be more lost in a state of reminiscence, one such man being that of Network mainstay, “Bone Cold” Raiden Ishimori. A mug sat in one hand, steam still faintly rising off the top of the liquid contents inside, an audible gulp being taken with a warmth that garnered an audible sigh from him. Days like this reminded him of his stay back home in the likes of Kyoto and Osaka when things were relatively peaceful…that of course was until everything came crashing down all those years ago…giving “Bloody Christmas” a very literal meaning for him, and one that still haunted him even with the closure he gained only a few years ago. His gaze shifted over to his peripherals, body turning halfway round as he picked up on the quiet sound of footsteps approaching him. A habit perhaps picked up out of paranoia during the last year he stayed in Osaka but even in in-ring competition it had served him well.
The sight that greeted him, however, was one that he had grown rather accustomed to in a more comfortable manner. That being his girlfriend, Reina, dressed in an oversized gray hoodie that went to just about the top half of her thighs, completed by the dark purple flannel pajama pants that she often matched with it. A mug containing the same contents as Raiden’s sat nestled in her hands, a gentle smile forming on the wrestler’s lips, something that always seemed like a rarity.
Raiden: “And here I thought I had managed to sneak off again.”
Reina: “The bed tends to be less warm when there’s only one body in it you know.”
A soft chuckle escaped the Harbinger as he set his cup aside on the table before him, circling around it to stand before the former hostess. Even though he was known for his rather cold stare aside from his technical prowess in the ring, this is one of the few occasions where it didn’t seem so icy. It took on a rather definitive…warmth. Though what was said next…
Reina: “I…take it you’re up early again because of…”
The fire died a bit in his eyes but the assumption being made wasn’t wrong either. Raiden offered a slow stoic nod in turn, hands moving to rest upon his hips.
Raiden: “Yeah…I had another dream about them…”
Reina: “What happened…?”
A deep inhale soon followed by a gradual exhale emitted from Bone Cold, rubbing the back of his neck as the scene replayed in his head again. It wasn’t bad, but at the same time, it didn’t feel entirely…right, either.
Raiden: “We…were all gathered at Club Fujin back in Osaka. It was our usual lot with drinks at the table, laughter was abundant as always with Jo being his usual humorous self…but…things started to morph as events continued to play out.”
He knitted his brows together, a puzzled expression etching itself onto his face.
Raiden: “Where the others were Jo, Meiji, and Yoshi…they gradually became the likes of the other Harbingers. Meiji became Hunter, Yoshi became Daigo…and Jo became Kingsley. I knew they weren’t like the others, but it felt like they were in that sequence. Like I had already known them for the same amount of time…”
Reina: “It has been close to three years by this point that you started working with them closely. Perhaps…you’ve been starting to see them like the others before they passed?”
Raiden shrugged in turn. He wasn’t entirely against the idea, but he wondered if there was still more to it. Though the dreams weren’t as common these days, they still gave food for thought. Reina shuffled a few steps forward, gently resting a hand on his forearm.
Reina: “Something to ponder for another day at least. Should come back to bed at least with it being so early. I’m sure the boys will need you for something at some point but at least rest until called upon.”
Raiden: “Right…just give me a moment to refill my cup, yeah?”
Reina nodded, being met with a brief kiss before pulling away and making her way back upstairs. Once she was out of sight, Raiden momentarily turned his attention back over to the window, one last fleeting thought passing by as he took his mug from the table and moved over to the kitchen, looking over what was left of the hot chocolate. He sighed at the sight that he would have to make another serving but the packaging that the stuff came in wasn’t large either. Setting about the process, another sigh slipped from him.
Raiden: “So we’re finally at another point in time where I find myself chasing after another global championship but this time it isn’t the X*Crown…thankfully. The burnout I had from those three matches alone was enough reason to give up the chase for the foreseeable future and focus my pursuits elsewhere. Of course, the pursuit after that ended on a rather sour note didn’t it? Not that it matters now.”
Turning to the chocolate stained measuring glass, he quickly rinses it in the sink, pulling it back momentarily to fill it back up with an appropriate amount of cocoa powder. He moves over to the nearby stove, taking the small pot off and bringing it to the sink to refill.
Raiden: “Instead the bit that now matters is the fact that Daigo and I have been hungering for more and more accolades to add to our name ever since our runner-up finish in the 2020 Sakura Tag League and through SCCW we have been doing just that. Participated in the inaugural Saints & Sinners Cup, scored victories over the likes of The Academy, The Immortals, and Tilted Cartridges. Granted we didn’t make the finals but that didn’t matter to us in the end considering who we beat at that time and now look at us: Harbingers standing at the top in the company’s tag division ever since we laid claim to the belts back in June. Five months we’ve been standing as the top team and faces of that division with all challengers falling before us.”
He lets out a soft chuckle, setting the pot back onto the stove and turning the heat back on.
Raiden: “Case Brothers couldn’t do it, Immortals couldn’t do it either nor could The Nihilists. Former XHF Tag Team Champions themselves and we beat them within the span of ten minutes to keep what’s been rightfully ours. Given our status at the top and with people constantly falling off the ladder in various attempts to dethrone us, we turned our gaze heavensward at what else might sate the hunger that had been stirring in our bellies for a time. Then…everything clicked in that instance. Allow me to hearken us back to an earlier proclamation of mine: By the end of the year, if not by the beginning of 2023, The Harbingers are going to be the ones sitting at the top of tag team division. Period.”
Another sigh, eyes turning to the light fixture overhead.
Raiden: “A statement I made at the end of Gambler’s Fortune when we triumphed over The Immortals and the same night that Daigo became the king upon the junior heavyweight throne…and one that I intend to see come to fruition. You see DT, Discipline, that wasn’t just me doing the usual antic to give warning that we were going to give chase. We always had plans to, but it was just a matter of when the premonition was to come and what day would herald your downfall from the top of the division.”
Steam begins to rise from the pot, forcing Bone Cold to take a step back from the oncoming heat.
Raiden: “If you think that honor will accompany it then you can count yourself sorely mistaken. Whatever honor I had to begin with, Death Trap, was always tainted from the start in the life I’ve had to lead. It was a losing struggle of light trying to overcome dark but in it, was a life lesson: some things are better off in the dark…like myself. Rather than push the thought away, I came to accept it and Storms taught me a valuable lesson with it. It doesn’t matter if people love or hate you for what you do in the ring. All that ultimately matters is what you’re able to accomplish in that squared circle to make everyone shut up and learn to respect your talents as a wrestler. Yet you want to talk about honor? Heh…a foolish subject to even think about now. This isn’t the Feudal Era we’re living in, it’s the modern age in 2022. Whatever happens, fucking happens, and we learn to accept that which falls in front of us. Think of it as a preparation for when you choke, cough, struggle against the Sons. The pain that comes with it, the chaos that you will make you break from the absolute insanity of it.”
Another chuckle, though the tone has shifted into a much more grim aspect.
Raiden: “In our last encounter I made sure you fell to me and though it’s been a couple years since then, the memory will forever be there because I took down one of the very best and that’s something people can never deny in today’s day and age. As for Discipline…what is there to really say about you? Sure, you had some notable victories here and there but it never brought you anywhere in terms of gold. You never met that high of a bar, and if I’m to be really honest, you’re only at where you are now because of how whipped you have Death Trap around your finger. Without his aid, you’d still be swimming in detritus with no real direction but because of your…unhealthy obsession, you wiggled your way into a spotlight you have no business being in. That’s where our differences lie, Discipline. Our caliber is not the same and it never fucking will be nor was it ever.”
The water bubbles at a rapid pace, potentially threatening to boil over but Raiden moves it from the heat, allowing it to settle.
Raiden: “One thing I should mention before our victory comes to light in REIGN and Ragnarok makes it conclusion: We’re going to ensure one very important thing happens that you never accomplished during your stay in MCCW at the time, DT, and that’s make sure that those belts get a proper defense in their new home rather than fall upon an empty promise because their protector couldn’t step up to the plate when needed. At least Dos Angeles managed that…tch. You let Nelly Angel of all people one-up once again and you could never get past it. What a washed up shame you have turned out to be, Carloni.”
Raiden lets a small fit of laughter escape him though his focus sharply returns back to finishing up his drink in the meantime, the camera soon fading to black.
The sight that greeted him, however, was one that he had grown rather accustomed to in a more comfortable manner. That being his girlfriend, Reina, dressed in an oversized gray hoodie that went to just about the top half of her thighs, completed by the dark purple flannel pajama pants that she often matched with it. A mug containing the same contents as Raiden’s sat nestled in her hands, a gentle smile forming on the wrestler’s lips, something that always seemed like a rarity.
Raiden: “And here I thought I had managed to sneak off again.”
Reina: “The bed tends to be less warm when there’s only one body in it you know.”
A soft chuckle escaped the Harbinger as he set his cup aside on the table before him, circling around it to stand before the former hostess. Even though he was known for his rather cold stare aside from his technical prowess in the ring, this is one of the few occasions where it didn’t seem so icy. It took on a rather definitive…warmth. Though what was said next…
Reina: “I…take it you’re up early again because of…”
The fire died a bit in his eyes but the assumption being made wasn’t wrong either. Raiden offered a slow stoic nod in turn, hands moving to rest upon his hips.
Raiden: “Yeah…I had another dream about them…”
Reina: “What happened…?”
A deep inhale soon followed by a gradual exhale emitted from Bone Cold, rubbing the back of his neck as the scene replayed in his head again. It wasn’t bad, but at the same time, it didn’t feel entirely…right, either.
Raiden: “We…were all gathered at Club Fujin back in Osaka. It was our usual lot with drinks at the table, laughter was abundant as always with Jo being his usual humorous self…but…things started to morph as events continued to play out.”
He knitted his brows together, a puzzled expression etching itself onto his face.
Raiden: “Where the others were Jo, Meiji, and Yoshi…they gradually became the likes of the other Harbingers. Meiji became Hunter, Yoshi became Daigo…and Jo became Kingsley. I knew they weren’t like the others, but it felt like they were in that sequence. Like I had already known them for the same amount of time…”
Reina: “It has been close to three years by this point that you started working with them closely. Perhaps…you’ve been starting to see them like the others before they passed?”
Raiden shrugged in turn. He wasn’t entirely against the idea, but he wondered if there was still more to it. Though the dreams weren’t as common these days, they still gave food for thought. Reina shuffled a few steps forward, gently resting a hand on his forearm.
Reina: “Something to ponder for another day at least. Should come back to bed at least with it being so early. I’m sure the boys will need you for something at some point but at least rest until called upon.”
Raiden: “Right…just give me a moment to refill my cup, yeah?”
Reina nodded, being met with a brief kiss before pulling away and making her way back upstairs. Once she was out of sight, Raiden momentarily turned his attention back over to the window, one last fleeting thought passing by as he took his mug from the table and moved over to the kitchen, looking over what was left of the hot chocolate. He sighed at the sight that he would have to make another serving but the packaging that the stuff came in wasn’t large either. Setting about the process, another sigh slipped from him.
Raiden: “So we’re finally at another point in time where I find myself chasing after another global championship but this time it isn’t the X*Crown…thankfully. The burnout I had from those three matches alone was enough reason to give up the chase for the foreseeable future and focus my pursuits elsewhere. Of course, the pursuit after that ended on a rather sour note didn’t it? Not that it matters now.”
Turning to the chocolate stained measuring glass, he quickly rinses it in the sink, pulling it back momentarily to fill it back up with an appropriate amount of cocoa powder. He moves over to the nearby stove, taking the small pot off and bringing it to the sink to refill.
Raiden: “Instead the bit that now matters is the fact that Daigo and I have been hungering for more and more accolades to add to our name ever since our runner-up finish in the 2020 Sakura Tag League and through SCCW we have been doing just that. Participated in the inaugural Saints & Sinners Cup, scored victories over the likes of The Academy, The Immortals, and Tilted Cartridges. Granted we didn’t make the finals but that didn’t matter to us in the end considering who we beat at that time and now look at us: Harbingers standing at the top in the company’s tag division ever since we laid claim to the belts back in June. Five months we’ve been standing as the top team and faces of that division with all challengers falling before us.”
He lets out a soft chuckle, setting the pot back onto the stove and turning the heat back on.
Raiden: “Case Brothers couldn’t do it, Immortals couldn’t do it either nor could The Nihilists. Former XHF Tag Team Champions themselves and we beat them within the span of ten minutes to keep what’s been rightfully ours. Given our status at the top and with people constantly falling off the ladder in various attempts to dethrone us, we turned our gaze heavensward at what else might sate the hunger that had been stirring in our bellies for a time. Then…everything clicked in that instance. Allow me to hearken us back to an earlier proclamation of mine: By the end of the year, if not by the beginning of 2023, The Harbingers are going to be the ones sitting at the top of tag team division. Period.”
Another sigh, eyes turning to the light fixture overhead.
Raiden: “A statement I made at the end of Gambler’s Fortune when we triumphed over The Immortals and the same night that Daigo became the king upon the junior heavyweight throne…and one that I intend to see come to fruition. You see DT, Discipline, that wasn’t just me doing the usual antic to give warning that we were going to give chase. We always had plans to, but it was just a matter of when the premonition was to come and what day would herald your downfall from the top of the division.”
Steam begins to rise from the pot, forcing Bone Cold to take a step back from the oncoming heat.
Raiden: “If you think that honor will accompany it then you can count yourself sorely mistaken. Whatever honor I had to begin with, Death Trap, was always tainted from the start in the life I’ve had to lead. It was a losing struggle of light trying to overcome dark but in it, was a life lesson: some things are better off in the dark…like myself. Rather than push the thought away, I came to accept it and Storms taught me a valuable lesson with it. It doesn’t matter if people love or hate you for what you do in the ring. All that ultimately matters is what you’re able to accomplish in that squared circle to make everyone shut up and learn to respect your talents as a wrestler. Yet you want to talk about honor? Heh…a foolish subject to even think about now. This isn’t the Feudal Era we’re living in, it’s the modern age in 2022. Whatever happens, fucking happens, and we learn to accept that which falls in front of us. Think of it as a preparation for when you choke, cough, struggle against the Sons. The pain that comes with it, the chaos that you will make you break from the absolute insanity of it.”
Another chuckle, though the tone has shifted into a much more grim aspect.
Raiden: “In our last encounter I made sure you fell to me and though it’s been a couple years since then, the memory will forever be there because I took down one of the very best and that’s something people can never deny in today’s day and age. As for Discipline…what is there to really say about you? Sure, you had some notable victories here and there but it never brought you anywhere in terms of gold. You never met that high of a bar, and if I’m to be really honest, you’re only at where you are now because of how whipped you have Death Trap around your finger. Without his aid, you’d still be swimming in detritus with no real direction but because of your…unhealthy obsession, you wiggled your way into a spotlight you have no business being in. That’s where our differences lie, Discipline. Our caliber is not the same and it never fucking will be nor was it ever.”
The water bubbles at a rapid pace, potentially threatening to boil over but Raiden moves it from the heat, allowing it to settle.
Raiden: “One thing I should mention before our victory comes to light in REIGN and Ragnarok makes it conclusion: We’re going to ensure one very important thing happens that you never accomplished during your stay in MCCW at the time, DT, and that’s make sure that those belts get a proper defense in their new home rather than fall upon an empty promise because their protector couldn’t step up to the plate when needed. At least Dos Angeles managed that…tch. You let Nelly Angel of all people one-up once again and you could never get past it. What a washed up shame you have turned out to be, Carloni.”
Raiden lets a small fit of laughter escape him though his focus sharply returns back to finishing up his drink in the meantime, the camera soon fading to black.