Post by Oblivion Death Squad on Feb 20, 2023 21:12:44 GMT -5
The sunbleached streets of Durrës, Albania spread out across the ground below, ending in the cold blue sea of the Adriatic sea. A few ancient buildings, old stone towers and fortifications were scattered across the dusty streets. And then the grim hulking form of the man known as Mormo leaned on the wrought iron rail, and he growled in his native tongue as he absently undid the jacket of is black suit.
‘The slums of Durrës were where the Oblivion Death Squad were born. There in the hard streets of Albania we rose up in the shadows of this city, forced to fight for survival, to struggle for scrapes from the table. We grew up hard, and fast in the darkest places in this city. You see when communism fell here, Albania fell into chaos. Everyone who had the means fled from the city, they went to Italy. And every day here became worse than hell! But we endured.’
Moloch paced back and forth, and then he walked forward to join his comrade as he glared down on the city. His hands tightened on the rails, and he murmured as the other nodded in agreement.
‘None of these other teams could survive what we had, none of them could endure the things that we have endured! We have survived anarchy, we have survived chaos in the streets, we fought to live! We had to fight to eat, to even find a place to sleep! And so these other teams can walk around, and they can say their soft words.’
Mormo nodded, and he stiffened as he curled his hand into a huge fist.
‘They can make their empty boasts, and make their claims of greatness. But Yorkshire is a paradise to being raised in a hell, to being raised beneath the boots of occupiers! Has Frank Windsor ever had to fight for food? Have Rage and Cage? Have Salt and Pepper? They know nothing, they think less. We have crawled through the gutters, we have lived on these streets, and we became strong!’
Moloch grunted.
‘The Black Knife Cabal say they are the killers of gods? Bah, the gods are dead. All that is left are men, and the song of the Abyss! Do they hear it? We do, we hear the screams of the endless dark! We obey the call of Nothing! And we do not fear any of these men, we do not fear any of these teams, we lost our fear in the bloody pits of Durrës! We lost our fear as we struggled with the others to find food for the table! To do whatever we had to do for a scrap of bread! And that is what we will do to these other teams!’
Mormo stalked across the balcony, and he waved a huge hand as he spoke again.
‘You see we were strong, we were powerful, even before he found us. We had fed on Blood and Hunger. We wanted to survive, we wanted to be strong! And then Donzig took us in, the Scourge took away our weakness! He took away our flaws, and he made us even more powerful! He taught us to fight even harder! We sat beneath the learning tree of the Great Dark, and we were made strong at his hand! We left behind the men that we were, we left behind the children who rose from those slums!’
Moloch growled.
‘We became devils, we became the Lords of this Hell! We became the footsoldiers of the Scourge, the shock troops of his Apocalypse, the first and foremost of his servants! We are the Oblivion Death Squad, the heralds of the Empty Night! And at Legacy 12 we will cast aside these false claimants to our throne, we will overthrow these phony tough tag teams one by one by one! We will rise as they fall!’
Mormo slammed his fist down on the table, and he stalked across the balcony again. He tore off his jacket, flinging it aside as he roared once more. And Moloch nodded with him as he turned to regard his comrade.
‘That brings us to the Glucks! The Glucks are the worst of the worst, the Glucks walk around like they have accomplished something! But all they have done is sit in their backwoods and eat rodents, eh! They are as nothing compared to us! What we have earned with blood and hunger, what we earned in the streets of Durrës, what we did to survive, to rise and become the men we are now? They make mock of with their false tales of hardship, with their wretched way of life that is a lie! And so if we cross paths with the Glucks? We will show them again, that they are nothing! Nothing!’
Moloch snarled.
‘Mormo speaks true! The Glucks are bigger whiners than those buffoons from Yorkshire, even greater liars than those Von Krauss fools! And if we see them at the Gauntlet? We will break them, we will shatter the lies of the Brothers Gluck once and for all! Because whether they work for Long, or Crane? They are less than nothing, they are worms!’
Moloch frowned, and then he turned back to the city below. And Mormo sniffed, shaking his head before he lifted a big fist to look down at it before his eyes narrowed.
‘See you soon.’
[Italics are Overdub from Albanian]
‘The slums of Durrës were where the Oblivion Death Squad were born. There in the hard streets of Albania we rose up in the shadows of this city, forced to fight for survival, to struggle for scrapes from the table. We grew up hard, and fast in the darkest places in this city. You see when communism fell here, Albania fell into chaos. Everyone who had the means fled from the city, they went to Italy. And every day here became worse than hell! But we endured.’
Moloch paced back and forth, and then he walked forward to join his comrade as he glared down on the city. His hands tightened on the rails, and he murmured as the other nodded in agreement.
‘None of these other teams could survive what we had, none of them could endure the things that we have endured! We have survived anarchy, we have survived chaos in the streets, we fought to live! We had to fight to eat, to even find a place to sleep! And so these other teams can walk around, and they can say their soft words.’
Mormo nodded, and he stiffened as he curled his hand into a huge fist.
‘They can make their empty boasts, and make their claims of greatness. But Yorkshire is a paradise to being raised in a hell, to being raised beneath the boots of occupiers! Has Frank Windsor ever had to fight for food? Have Rage and Cage? Have Salt and Pepper? They know nothing, they think less. We have crawled through the gutters, we have lived on these streets, and we became strong!’
Moloch grunted.
‘The Black Knife Cabal say they are the killers of gods? Bah, the gods are dead. All that is left are men, and the song of the Abyss! Do they hear it? We do, we hear the screams of the endless dark! We obey the call of Nothing! And we do not fear any of these men, we do not fear any of these teams, we lost our fear in the bloody pits of Durrës! We lost our fear as we struggled with the others to find food for the table! To do whatever we had to do for a scrap of bread! And that is what we will do to these other teams!’
Mormo stalked across the balcony, and he waved a huge hand as he spoke again.
‘You see we were strong, we were powerful, even before he found us. We had fed on Blood and Hunger. We wanted to survive, we wanted to be strong! And then Donzig took us in, the Scourge took away our weakness! He took away our flaws, and he made us even more powerful! He taught us to fight even harder! We sat beneath the learning tree of the Great Dark, and we were made strong at his hand! We left behind the men that we were, we left behind the children who rose from those slums!’
Moloch growled.
‘We became devils, we became the Lords of this Hell! We became the footsoldiers of the Scourge, the shock troops of his Apocalypse, the first and foremost of his servants! We are the Oblivion Death Squad, the heralds of the Empty Night! And at Legacy 12 we will cast aside these false claimants to our throne, we will overthrow these phony tough tag teams one by one by one! We will rise as they fall!’
Mormo slammed his fist down on the table, and he stalked across the balcony again. He tore off his jacket, flinging it aside as he roared once more. And Moloch nodded with him as he turned to regard his comrade.
‘That brings us to the Glucks! The Glucks are the worst of the worst, the Glucks walk around like they have accomplished something! But all they have done is sit in their backwoods and eat rodents, eh! They are as nothing compared to us! What we have earned with blood and hunger, what we earned in the streets of Durrës, what we did to survive, to rise and become the men we are now? They make mock of with their false tales of hardship, with their wretched way of life that is a lie! And so if we cross paths with the Glucks? We will show them again, that they are nothing! Nothing!’
Moloch snarled.
‘Mormo speaks true! The Glucks are bigger whiners than those buffoons from Yorkshire, even greater liars than those Von Krauss fools! And if we see them at the Gauntlet? We will break them, we will shatter the lies of the Brothers Gluck once and for all! Because whether they work for Long, or Crane? They are less than nothing, they are worms!’
Moloch frowned, and then he turned back to the city below. And Mormo sniffed, shaking his head before he lifted a big fist to look down at it before his eyes narrowed.
‘See you soon.’
[Italics are Overdub from Albanian]
