Happy Doomsday (Sons RP #2)
Nov 23, 2022 15:17:41 GMT -5
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Post by Raiden Ishimori on Nov 23, 2022 15:17:41 GMT -5
“GOD FUCKING DAMMIT ALL!”
The sound of a steel chair crashing into a wall loudly echoes on the blackened screen before the recording comes to life, revealing the four Harbingers in their private locker room. In the background, the faint noise of cheering for Eron Hunter can still be heard outside of the room’s walls whilst Daigo rages on in the room, continuing to fling furniture around with his frustration unleashed after saving face earlier. The other three stand to the side, blankly watching on with Storms doing his usual job of posting up against the door though this time he has his full weight pressed against it while Raiden and Kingsley remain within the safety of the small entryway. Another chair flies across the way, crashing into another one that tips right over from the impact. A vengeful roar emits from the former Junior Heavyweight champion, grabbing fistfuls of his hair.
Daigo: “IT SHOULD STILL BE ME! NOT THAT BUTTERFACE JUNKIE! FUCK!”
A nearby water bottle is the next victim to the current barbaric festivity as it gets blindly launched in the trio’s direction, forcing Kingsley to have to duck out the way as it crashes against the space next to Storms.
Kingsley: “Well…to say he’s upset is…”
Raiden: “Understatement of the year.”
Kingsley: “Quite.”
Daigo: “FUCK!”
Chaos Tiger kicks at one of the legs of the still standing chairs, practically flipping it onto its side in the process. Hunter pushes off from the door, standing just behind the other two with his arms folded across his chest with a nonchalant expression.
Storms: “Should I restrain him?”
Raiden: “No…just let him get it out of his system for now. He was like this when we lost the Tag League two years ago in J-ROK.”
Storms: “Ah, ‘The Howling’ as we came to coin it.”
Raiden: “Yeeeep…”
Raiden heavily sighs whilst a chair is picked up by Daigo and he begins going around the various corners of the room, banging the steel piece of furniture against the walls with a primal growl accompanying each audible smack. If anyone was in the nearby vicinity outside of The Harbingers, this was practically a hospital trip in the waiting. A few more minutes pass by, only highlighted by various cutting shots between showing the remaining trio bearing various expressions at the sight of it with Storms even beginning to aimlessly scroll through his phone, and the continued rampage of Daigo filling the walls of the locker room, eyes wide and wild with rage and spite, the pure manifestation of chaos uncontrolled.
After what seems like an indefinite spell of unbridled rage with no chains to hold it at bay, Daigo takes another chair, Raiden visibly grimacing with anticipation as he expects more hate to surge forward but instead Chaos Tiger sets the chair up and just drops down into it, head in his hands with slightly bunched fists of his hair. A sigh escapes Bone Cold, garnering a small chuckle from Kingsley.
Kingsley: “Content that the fire has faded?”
Raiden: “For now. I’d rather he keep some in reserve for what we have to deal with at the end of the month. The more he has for that, then the more pressure he can put on Carloni and Discipline.”
Kingsley: “It’s funny…you used to call DT by his full ring name previously…”
Raiden: “And you think I still give a shit now?”
Kingsley: “Heavens no. Just stating an observation at the moment.”
Raiden: “Fair enough I suppose, but I said it before: The honor thing has been out the window for a long time. This is just about business at this point.”
Storms chuckles behind the two, turning to Kingsley.
Storms: “Seems you rubbed off on him.”
Kingsley: “Comes with working in Sin City after a good while.”
Raiden paces over to his fellow Son while the Heirs continue their short banter, crouching down in front of him. Daigo’s gaze remains fixated on the floor though the grip on his own hair has loosened.
Daigo: “It shouldn’t have happened. I kicked out…”
Raiden: “Loss was inevitable, Daigo. It’s just shitty on this particular occasion because it evidently came too soon.”
Daigo: “Yeah no shit.”
Raiden: “Ay, ay. Don’t direct that fire at me. You’re frustrated but focus it on who we have to contend with soon. Let them feel your fury, your spite, your rage. Let them fear chaos.”
Bone Cold pats his partner on the shoulder before standing back up and moving to rejoin the other two. Daigo’s hands release themselves from his hair, letting themselves hang by his shins with a heavy sigh. His partner has every right to say it: It’d be pointless to take his frustrations out on those that counted on him and he counting on them to back him up. Moving a hand through his hair, he brought himself up from the chair, hands moving to his hips. Though the anger had faded from his face, his eyes still sparked wildly with silent rage before he moved out of the frame.
The scene switches to Daigo pacing in a circle before a wall, murmuring something inaudible to himself. His body language appears similar to someone on the verge of a breakdown, pace slowing as his voice begins to rise.
Daigo: “Suffer….Suffer….SUFFER!”
His hands shoot to his head, grasping at hair with a deathly roar.
Daigo: “I WILL MAKE THEM SUFFER LIKE I HAVE!”
His manic expression brings itself to the camera, beckoning for it to approach. It initially hesitates but manages to make its way over, soon being seized by Chaos Tiger in an iron grip.
Daigo: “Carloni….Discipline. You will heed this proclamation of Ragnarok and you will accept the circumstances that are set to fall upon you both whether you like it or not. Voluntary or involuntary, it makes no difference going into this hellscape that is the home domain of both Raiden and I. For over five months he and I have been reigning supreme alongside Hunter as the kings of the tag team division in SCCW, nearly as long as you two have been king and queen of the entire division in the Network. Like all things, however, an ending is inevitable, and it will be us. Jaws ever hungry to swallow up their next meal, savoring the taste of sorrow, pain, and struggle. What happened to us? Whatever happened to the former stars?”
He breaks out into hysterical laughter.
Daigo: “We’ve always been stars. We became stars in J-ROK and now we’re stars in SCCW thanks to some added guidance from the Heirs but if we took a different path away from them, I’m sure we’d wind up at the top one day but why we wait and when you can just take the faster route to the top? J-ROK gave us that springboard to use as did the Saints & Sinners Cup and after gaining what was by right ours in SCCW, we turned our attention to the bigger prize that sits in the laps of a wrestler parody of some librarian getting ready to take the next load on her face and the dog that’s always sitting in her lap. You spite us and think us a disgrace when that’s the image the two of you paint as the rulers of this domain. No….it cannot and will not be allowed to continue.”
He shoves the camera back.
Daigo: “As the tale of Ragnarok goes, it heralds the end times of the current generation of Nordic legends. Battles will be fought, heroes and villains slain in numbers, but there is a beginning afterwards. A new era, so to speak. An era…for the Sons to grab it by the throat and go full throttle against those that dare to continue to step up to us like we always have, and always fucking will.”
The Harbinger spits on the floor, snarling at the camera.
Daigo: “The questions you pose Carloni are utterly irrelevant when the evidence has clearly been laid out on the table for you to bear witness to time and time again yet you still think you and your Mistress to be all high and damn mighty. Sure, sure, the titles you carry and the ring you have are signs of your prowess but yet you gave up on constantly trying to keep up with the grind in SCCW. Instead you chose to go more relaxed, crack open a cold one, and waste away until the time comes calling again in REIGN to bring your senior citizen behind to the squared circle rather than strive for improvement. THAT is what separates us and what IS the KEY to our success. Week in, week out. Day in, day out. Desiring to unlock our potential more and more in the grand scheme of taking what was ours from the start when we made our presence known in Japan as one, and so that saga will continue at the end of this month.”
Daigo rushes back up to the camera, face pressing against the lens, eyes very clearly now, slightly bloodshot.
Daigo: “Limb by limb, tendon by tendon, we will make you break. Experience true pain, know true suffering, make you scream for our mercy and to be put out of your misery like the old dog that you are. Of course, why do all that to you first when there’s Discipline that we can easily do it just as easily? She never was a real threat to begin with if I’m being honest. Even in MCCW when she had a bit of rapport, she was never destined for the brass ring until she put on a collar on your neck to choke you until she got what she wanted. Yet you think we’re the ones who have been down the wrong path and taken advantage of? Pot meet kettle, David. You can drop the act and just fess up that you’ve living a blatant lie, or….we can just choke it out of you come our match.”
A sinister chuckle escapes him.
Daigo: “By the time it’s all said and done, we’ll fully make sure that you know your only place after losing those precious titles is in a retirement home. Because unlike Raiden and I, as well as the other two who got inducted with you, we still have plenty of time left on our cards before we figure it’s time to call it quits. I’ll make sure that nogging of yours gets a fair ringing to understand and know your damn place.”
A sigh falls from his lips, shaking his head as he pulls away.
Daigo: “God, must I really also talk about Discipline on top of this? Don’t give me that look, Ronnie. I didn’t like her, and you didn’t like her either because of how little of importance she truly was. Not inspiring in the slightest nor held the capacity to truly go the distance. Where’s her singles title? Her long reign as a singles competitor? Nowhere. Dry like every woman after watching a Jeffrey Viper promo.”
An audible gag comes from behind the camera, much to the Japanese talent’s amusement.
Daigo: “She could never live up to such expectations if she tried again in this establishment. Ragnarok will make sure of that. Heheheh…..AHAHAHAHAHA!”
Once again he breaks out in hysterics, whole body laughing at the imagery in his head.
Daigo: “The clock is ticking, Top of the Class, and it’s a mighty long fall off that mountain. Enjoy the luxury of your palace….because soon enough, the end will be upon you in a blessed wave of carnage made manifest. Happy Doomsday.”
He gives one final chuckle to the camera before taking his leave, a heavy sigh coming from behind the camera as Ronnie sets it down.
Ronnie: “Why do I keep bothering with this?”
The sound of a steel chair crashing into a wall loudly echoes on the blackened screen before the recording comes to life, revealing the four Harbingers in their private locker room. In the background, the faint noise of cheering for Eron Hunter can still be heard outside of the room’s walls whilst Daigo rages on in the room, continuing to fling furniture around with his frustration unleashed after saving face earlier. The other three stand to the side, blankly watching on with Storms doing his usual job of posting up against the door though this time he has his full weight pressed against it while Raiden and Kingsley remain within the safety of the small entryway. Another chair flies across the way, crashing into another one that tips right over from the impact. A vengeful roar emits from the former Junior Heavyweight champion, grabbing fistfuls of his hair.
Daigo: “IT SHOULD STILL BE ME! NOT THAT BUTTERFACE JUNKIE! FUCK!”
A nearby water bottle is the next victim to the current barbaric festivity as it gets blindly launched in the trio’s direction, forcing Kingsley to have to duck out the way as it crashes against the space next to Storms.
Kingsley: “Well…to say he’s upset is…”
Raiden: “Understatement of the year.”
Kingsley: “Quite.”
Daigo: “FUCK!”
Chaos Tiger kicks at one of the legs of the still standing chairs, practically flipping it onto its side in the process. Hunter pushes off from the door, standing just behind the other two with his arms folded across his chest with a nonchalant expression.
Storms: “Should I restrain him?”
Raiden: “No…just let him get it out of his system for now. He was like this when we lost the Tag League two years ago in J-ROK.”
Storms: “Ah, ‘The Howling’ as we came to coin it.”
Raiden: “Yeeeep…”
Raiden heavily sighs whilst a chair is picked up by Daigo and he begins going around the various corners of the room, banging the steel piece of furniture against the walls with a primal growl accompanying each audible smack. If anyone was in the nearby vicinity outside of The Harbingers, this was practically a hospital trip in the waiting. A few more minutes pass by, only highlighted by various cutting shots between showing the remaining trio bearing various expressions at the sight of it with Storms even beginning to aimlessly scroll through his phone, and the continued rampage of Daigo filling the walls of the locker room, eyes wide and wild with rage and spite, the pure manifestation of chaos uncontrolled.
After what seems like an indefinite spell of unbridled rage with no chains to hold it at bay, Daigo takes another chair, Raiden visibly grimacing with anticipation as he expects more hate to surge forward but instead Chaos Tiger sets the chair up and just drops down into it, head in his hands with slightly bunched fists of his hair. A sigh escapes Bone Cold, garnering a small chuckle from Kingsley.
Kingsley: “Content that the fire has faded?”
Raiden: “For now. I’d rather he keep some in reserve for what we have to deal with at the end of the month. The more he has for that, then the more pressure he can put on Carloni and Discipline.”
Kingsley: “It’s funny…you used to call DT by his full ring name previously…”
Raiden: “And you think I still give a shit now?”
Kingsley: “Heavens no. Just stating an observation at the moment.”
Raiden: “Fair enough I suppose, but I said it before: The honor thing has been out the window for a long time. This is just about business at this point.”
Storms chuckles behind the two, turning to Kingsley.
Storms: “Seems you rubbed off on him.”
Kingsley: “Comes with working in Sin City after a good while.”
Raiden paces over to his fellow Son while the Heirs continue their short banter, crouching down in front of him. Daigo’s gaze remains fixated on the floor though the grip on his own hair has loosened.
Daigo: “It shouldn’t have happened. I kicked out…”
Raiden: “Loss was inevitable, Daigo. It’s just shitty on this particular occasion because it evidently came too soon.”
Daigo: “Yeah no shit.”
Raiden: “Ay, ay. Don’t direct that fire at me. You’re frustrated but focus it on who we have to contend with soon. Let them feel your fury, your spite, your rage. Let them fear chaos.”
Bone Cold pats his partner on the shoulder before standing back up and moving to rejoin the other two. Daigo’s hands release themselves from his hair, letting themselves hang by his shins with a heavy sigh. His partner has every right to say it: It’d be pointless to take his frustrations out on those that counted on him and he counting on them to back him up. Moving a hand through his hair, he brought himself up from the chair, hands moving to his hips. Though the anger had faded from his face, his eyes still sparked wildly with silent rage before he moved out of the frame.
The scene switches to Daigo pacing in a circle before a wall, murmuring something inaudible to himself. His body language appears similar to someone on the verge of a breakdown, pace slowing as his voice begins to rise.
Daigo: “Suffer….Suffer….SUFFER!”
His hands shoot to his head, grasping at hair with a deathly roar.
Daigo: “I WILL MAKE THEM SUFFER LIKE I HAVE!”
His manic expression brings itself to the camera, beckoning for it to approach. It initially hesitates but manages to make its way over, soon being seized by Chaos Tiger in an iron grip.
Daigo: “Carloni….Discipline. You will heed this proclamation of Ragnarok and you will accept the circumstances that are set to fall upon you both whether you like it or not. Voluntary or involuntary, it makes no difference going into this hellscape that is the home domain of both Raiden and I. For over five months he and I have been reigning supreme alongside Hunter as the kings of the tag team division in SCCW, nearly as long as you two have been king and queen of the entire division in the Network. Like all things, however, an ending is inevitable, and it will be us. Jaws ever hungry to swallow up their next meal, savoring the taste of sorrow, pain, and struggle. What happened to us? Whatever happened to the former stars?”
He breaks out into hysterical laughter.
Daigo: “We’ve always been stars. We became stars in J-ROK and now we’re stars in SCCW thanks to some added guidance from the Heirs but if we took a different path away from them, I’m sure we’d wind up at the top one day but why we wait and when you can just take the faster route to the top? J-ROK gave us that springboard to use as did the Saints & Sinners Cup and after gaining what was by right ours in SCCW, we turned our attention to the bigger prize that sits in the laps of a wrestler parody of some librarian getting ready to take the next load on her face and the dog that’s always sitting in her lap. You spite us and think us a disgrace when that’s the image the two of you paint as the rulers of this domain. No….it cannot and will not be allowed to continue.”
He shoves the camera back.
Daigo: “As the tale of Ragnarok goes, it heralds the end times of the current generation of Nordic legends. Battles will be fought, heroes and villains slain in numbers, but there is a beginning afterwards. A new era, so to speak. An era…for the Sons to grab it by the throat and go full throttle against those that dare to continue to step up to us like we always have, and always fucking will.”
The Harbinger spits on the floor, snarling at the camera.
Daigo: “The questions you pose Carloni are utterly irrelevant when the evidence has clearly been laid out on the table for you to bear witness to time and time again yet you still think you and your Mistress to be all high and damn mighty. Sure, sure, the titles you carry and the ring you have are signs of your prowess but yet you gave up on constantly trying to keep up with the grind in SCCW. Instead you chose to go more relaxed, crack open a cold one, and waste away until the time comes calling again in REIGN to bring your senior citizen behind to the squared circle rather than strive for improvement. THAT is what separates us and what IS the KEY to our success. Week in, week out. Day in, day out. Desiring to unlock our potential more and more in the grand scheme of taking what was ours from the start when we made our presence known in Japan as one, and so that saga will continue at the end of this month.”
Daigo rushes back up to the camera, face pressing against the lens, eyes very clearly now, slightly bloodshot.
Daigo: “Limb by limb, tendon by tendon, we will make you break. Experience true pain, know true suffering, make you scream for our mercy and to be put out of your misery like the old dog that you are. Of course, why do all that to you first when there’s Discipline that we can easily do it just as easily? She never was a real threat to begin with if I’m being honest. Even in MCCW when she had a bit of rapport, she was never destined for the brass ring until she put on a collar on your neck to choke you until she got what she wanted. Yet you think we’re the ones who have been down the wrong path and taken advantage of? Pot meet kettle, David. You can drop the act and just fess up that you’ve living a blatant lie, or….we can just choke it out of you come our match.”
A sinister chuckle escapes him.
Daigo: “By the time it’s all said and done, we’ll fully make sure that you know your only place after losing those precious titles is in a retirement home. Because unlike Raiden and I, as well as the other two who got inducted with you, we still have plenty of time left on our cards before we figure it’s time to call it quits. I’ll make sure that nogging of yours gets a fair ringing to understand and know your damn place.”
A sigh falls from his lips, shaking his head as he pulls away.
Daigo: “God, must I really also talk about Discipline on top of this? Don’t give me that look, Ronnie. I didn’t like her, and you didn’t like her either because of how little of importance she truly was. Not inspiring in the slightest nor held the capacity to truly go the distance. Where’s her singles title? Her long reign as a singles competitor? Nowhere. Dry like every woman after watching a Jeffrey Viper promo.”
An audible gag comes from behind the camera, much to the Japanese talent’s amusement.
Daigo: “She could never live up to such expectations if she tried again in this establishment. Ragnarok will make sure of that. Heheheh…..AHAHAHAHAHA!”
Once again he breaks out in hysterics, whole body laughing at the imagery in his head.
Daigo: “The clock is ticking, Top of the Class, and it’s a mighty long fall off that mountain. Enjoy the luxury of your palace….because soon enough, the end will be upon you in a blessed wave of carnage made manifest. Happy Doomsday.”
He gives one final chuckle to the camera before taking his leave, a heavy sigh coming from behind the camera as Ronnie sets it down.
Ronnie: “Why do I keep bothering with this?”