Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge (PoG Tag Titles RP#2)
Mar 27, 2023 14:28:33 GMT -5
Mongo the Destroyer, Dave D-Flipz, and 3 more like this
Post by bloodiedfox on Mar 27, 2023 14:28:33 GMT -5
You know, a lot of people keep asking me if I’m doing okay. I tell them all the same thing:
“I’m fine.”
And because these people are pretty much exclusively fans of mine, they’re kind enough to pretend to believe that lie.
Brendan Harding sits in a chair facing the camera. He seems either unaware or unconcerned that the room around him is on fire.
It’s a lie as obvious as claiming the sky is green, or that Mongo is sexier than Pedro Pascal. I am not okay. In what possible way could I be okay, given everything that’s happened in the past few months?
My husband has seemingly gone insane and is now part of some kind of psychotic cult of moths. Instead of getting him help, GUNS gives him a contract and Mongo lets him book himself in parking lot brawls.
Dylan Black threw a tantrum and burned down a large section of Tokyo, murdering thousands of people in the process. Instead of going to jail for it, he gets to be in the main event of Supremacy and win the X*Crown.
Brendan leans forward; elbows on his knees, chin on his steepled fingers. Quite good timing, because flames lick up from the back of his chair and he narrowly misses his hair catching alight.
There is madness and chaos…
He suddenly leaps to his feet, kicking the chair backwards in a rage. The fire begins to consume it.
…AND NO-ONE IS DOING ANYTHING ABOUT IT!!!
He begins to pace back and forth in the limited space that isn’t on fire.
No-one seems willing to do the right thing, because the right thing is apparently too inconvenient for them. Mongo and Magnus won’t force Fox to get help. The XHF won’t cut Dylan loose. Fuck, even Kira limited himself to suspensions and interim champions…
…and so sorry, James Raymond, but I am winning the Visual Kei championship and there is not a single thing fucking ‘interim’ about that…
No-one will do what is necessary. No-one will make the hard decisions. Well you know what? Fine, we’ll make them make them.
The space to pace as dwindled now to such a low that Brendan now simply stands in the middle of the inferno.
The golden rule is he who has the gold makes the rules, so we will take the XHF Tag Team titles and go on the touring schedule and we will bury our knives in the heads and hearts that deserve them. Sadly that goal requires waging bloody war on two people who do not deserve our wrath.
Death Trap.
Mistress Discipline.
Top of the Class.
I am sorry that the path of justice goes over your bodies. I am sorry that Jack and I will have to drag you through Hell in an OMEGA Razor Blade Board match. I am sorry the regardless of whatever Jack suffers fighting Marcus Jackson for the New Wave title and whatever I have to be prepared for in fighting James Raymond we will leave nothing undone in our efforts to beat you. You do not deserve what’s going to happen.
Brendan’s jeans catch. In moments the flames cover him entirely. Yet through it we still hear his voice clearly.
But what you deserve is ultimately irrelevant, and however sorry I am for what we will do, it will not stay the hands of the Black Knife Cabal.
Suddenly all the flames extinguish, and Brendan stands unharmed amidst ashes. He says just one more word.
Kakuto.
“I’m fine.”
And because these people are pretty much exclusively fans of mine, they’re kind enough to pretend to believe that lie.
Brendan Harding sits in a chair facing the camera. He seems either unaware or unconcerned that the room around him is on fire.
It’s a lie as obvious as claiming the sky is green, or that Mongo is sexier than Pedro Pascal. I am not okay. In what possible way could I be okay, given everything that’s happened in the past few months?
My husband has seemingly gone insane and is now part of some kind of psychotic cult of moths. Instead of getting him help, GUNS gives him a contract and Mongo lets him book himself in parking lot brawls.
Dylan Black threw a tantrum and burned down a large section of Tokyo, murdering thousands of people in the process. Instead of going to jail for it, he gets to be in the main event of Supremacy and win the X*Crown.
Brendan leans forward; elbows on his knees, chin on his steepled fingers. Quite good timing, because flames lick up from the back of his chair and he narrowly misses his hair catching alight.
There is madness and chaos…
He suddenly leaps to his feet, kicking the chair backwards in a rage. The fire begins to consume it.
…AND NO-ONE IS DOING ANYTHING ABOUT IT!!!
He begins to pace back and forth in the limited space that isn’t on fire.
No-one seems willing to do the right thing, because the right thing is apparently too inconvenient for them. Mongo and Magnus won’t force Fox to get help. The XHF won’t cut Dylan loose. Fuck, even Kira limited himself to suspensions and interim champions…
…and so sorry, James Raymond, but I am winning the Visual Kei championship and there is not a single thing fucking ‘interim’ about that…
No-one will do what is necessary. No-one will make the hard decisions. Well you know what? Fine, we’ll make them make them.
The space to pace as dwindled now to such a low that Brendan now simply stands in the middle of the inferno.
The golden rule is he who has the gold makes the rules, so we will take the XHF Tag Team titles and go on the touring schedule and we will bury our knives in the heads and hearts that deserve them. Sadly that goal requires waging bloody war on two people who do not deserve our wrath.
Death Trap.
Mistress Discipline.
Top of the Class.
I am sorry that the path of justice goes over your bodies. I am sorry that Jack and I will have to drag you through Hell in an OMEGA Razor Blade Board match. I am sorry the regardless of whatever Jack suffers fighting Marcus Jackson for the New Wave title and whatever I have to be prepared for in fighting James Raymond we will leave nothing undone in our efforts to beat you. You do not deserve what’s going to happen.
Brendan’s jeans catch. In moments the flames cover him entirely. Yet through it we still hear his voice clearly.
But what you deserve is ultimately irrelevant, and however sorry I am for what we will do, it will not stay the hands of the Black Knife Cabal.
Suddenly all the flames extinguish, and Brendan stands unharmed amidst ashes. He says just one more word.
Kakuto.