"That's how the light gets in." (Tag Titles RP#2)
Jan 27, 2023 15:42:37 GMT -5
Mongo the Destroyer, Dave D-Flipz, and 1 more like this
Post by bloodiedfox on Jan 27, 2023 15:42:37 GMT -5
Black.
A bell tolls.
A sliver of light cuts through darkness to land upon the cold steel of blade, held tight in a hand.
Two hundred and eighty days. The length of time between April 24th 2022 and January 29th 2023. The longest single run of any team as XHF Tag Team champions, in the original or modern eras.
Your run.
A bell tolls.
A sliver of light cuts through darkness to land upon the shining silver of the head of a wolf, a crown upon its brow.
It begins before that great achievement though. Two days shy of two years before, at the XHF Rumble. I was there that night, even though my wrestling career hadn’t even started yet. I watched first hand as you came together for the first time. Everyone there knew it was the beginning of something special.
But everything that begins must also end.
A bell tolls.
A sliver of light cuts through the darkness to show what lies beyond the hand. To show Jack Gaines, head bowed in solemnity as though heavy with the thoughts contained within.
Everything you have done, the battles you have fought, is to your credit. While there would be more pleasure in taking the titles from the debased or the disgraceful, there is a satisfaction in knowing that our victory will come against honourable combatants. We will become the best by defeating the best.
A bell tolls.
A sliver of light cuts through the darkness to show upon what lays the wolf and the crown. To show Brendan Harding, his hand outstretched as though to grasp that which illuminates him.
We do not do this with hatred for you, Top of the Class. We do this with love for others. We do this for JROK as it stands on the precipice. We do this for the people of Tokyo as they stand in the shadow of tragedy. We do this to show those who think they have gotten away with wickedness that no-one is beyond our grasp or our blades.
A bell tolls. And tolls. And tolls. It does not stop; in fact becoming louder and faster. As the cacophony builds more and more light pours in until as it were the sound of thunder and the darkness is gone. The two men stand in the brightness.
We are the Black Knife Cabal.
We are the blades that slay gods.
We are cut you down.
We are your destined death.
We do not do this because we wish to.
We do this because we must.
A bell tolls.
A sliver of light cuts through darkness to land upon the cold steel of blade, held tight in a hand.
Two hundred and eighty days. The length of time between April 24th 2022 and January 29th 2023. The longest single run of any team as XHF Tag Team champions, in the original or modern eras.
Your run.
A bell tolls.
A sliver of light cuts through darkness to land upon the shining silver of the head of a wolf, a crown upon its brow.
It begins before that great achievement though. Two days shy of two years before, at the XHF Rumble. I was there that night, even though my wrestling career hadn’t even started yet. I watched first hand as you came together for the first time. Everyone there knew it was the beginning of something special.
But everything that begins must also end.
A bell tolls.
A sliver of light cuts through the darkness to show what lies beyond the hand. To show Jack Gaines, head bowed in solemnity as though heavy with the thoughts contained within.
Everything you have done, the battles you have fought, is to your credit. While there would be more pleasure in taking the titles from the debased or the disgraceful, there is a satisfaction in knowing that our victory will come against honourable combatants. We will become the best by defeating the best.
A bell tolls.
A sliver of light cuts through the darkness to show upon what lays the wolf and the crown. To show Brendan Harding, his hand outstretched as though to grasp that which illuminates him.
We do not do this with hatred for you, Top of the Class. We do this with love for others. We do this for JROK as it stands on the precipice. We do this for the people of Tokyo as they stand in the shadow of tragedy. We do this to show those who think they have gotten away with wickedness that no-one is beyond our grasp or our blades.
A bell tolls. And tolls. And tolls. It does not stop; in fact becoming louder and faster. As the cacophony builds more and more light pours in until as it were the sound of thunder and the darkness is gone. The two men stand in the brightness.
We are the Black Knife Cabal.
We are the blades that slay gods.
We are cut you down.
We are your destined death.
We do not do this because we wish to.
We do this because we must.