The Night Will Always Win (TT RP#2)
Apr 23, 2023 16:05:24 GMT -5
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Post by bloodiedfox on Apr 23, 2023 16:05:24 GMT -5
Brendan Harding sits behind a table, looking down at the two belts that rest upon it. One, weathered and worn, represents one half of the XHF Tag Team Championship. The other, still bearing the shine on its plates and the stiffness in its leather, represents his status as the JROK Visual Kei champion, or at least the interim holder of the position. For a long time, he simply looks. Then he begins to speak.
I wondered for so long how this would feel. To hold a global title. To hold the title in JROK. Now here I am, and all I can think is how much better it could have been. Wouldn’t it have been better to ascend to the peak of my home federation before so many innocent lives were lost to one man’s madness? Wouldn’t it have been better to hold one or both of these belts aloft with my husband by my side? Wouldn’t it have been better for everything to be better?
He gives a hollow laugh.
Maybe that’s how it always is: we get we want just in time to realise that the thing itself matters little compared to everything that surrounds it. That the sweetest honey in the world can’t drown out the taste of ashes in your mouth.
The night will always win.
He reaches into a pocket and pulls out a knife. Then calmly and steadily, he slices first his left palm and then his right. The left he place on the Visual Kei belt and the right on the Tag Title belt.
That’s fine. After all, we are the blades in the darkness.
He pauses for a few moments, then lifts his bloody hands away, leaving behind crimson imprints on the gold.
Randy, Quake, I consider you friends. That doesn’t mean I’m going to hold back. Not just because I know you won’t, but because you shouldn’t have to carry this burden. Keep drinking, because this world is too harsh to have to face sober. Keep laughing, because this world is too cruel to handle seriously. Take your pounds of flesh from your rivals, but that’s all you’ll be taking.
Zoran, willingly or not, intentionally or not, you are the reason I’m in the situation I am. Your search for redemption, real or otherwise, came far too late. Do you deserve my vengeance? Do I even want to take it when there’s nothing it can do to fix this now? I don’t know. I don’t think there’s any way I can until we’re in that ring together. When that happens, I guess we’ll just see what we can see.
Brendan raises his bleeding left palm to the camera’s view, one corner of his mouth curling up into an almost smile.
More of this, probably.
And then there’s you, Dylan. Oh, I have been so waiting for this. These last few days the thought of it’s been about the only thing that’s kept me going. The thought of hurting you, of making you feel just a fraction of what all those people you killed felt, almost stitches the hole in my heart together. The vengeance I will bring down on you, the vengeance that unlike Zoran I know with certainty you deserve, won’t bring anyone back. What it will do is give you some understanding of the hell that’s waiting. I know you want this back…
Brendan taps two bloody fingers on the Visual Kei title.
…so whatever happens at The Rumble we will meet again. What I do to you in this tag match is just the opening act, the sampler dish. I’m going to hurt you so badly this year that come Rumble 2024 you will run screaming from the arena when my music hits.
Brendan steeples his fingers, the gesture made more sinister by the blood dripping down from his hands onto the table.
The night will always win, and the night belongs to the Black Knife Cabal.
Kakuto
I wondered for so long how this would feel. To hold a global title. To hold the title in JROK. Now here I am, and all I can think is how much better it could have been. Wouldn’t it have been better to ascend to the peak of my home federation before so many innocent lives were lost to one man’s madness? Wouldn’t it have been better to hold one or both of these belts aloft with my husband by my side? Wouldn’t it have been better for everything to be better?
He gives a hollow laugh.
Maybe that’s how it always is: we get we want just in time to realise that the thing itself matters little compared to everything that surrounds it. That the sweetest honey in the world can’t drown out the taste of ashes in your mouth.
The night will always win.
He reaches into a pocket and pulls out a knife. Then calmly and steadily, he slices first his left palm and then his right. The left he place on the Visual Kei belt and the right on the Tag Title belt.
That’s fine. After all, we are the blades in the darkness.
He pauses for a few moments, then lifts his bloody hands away, leaving behind crimson imprints on the gold.
Randy, Quake, I consider you friends. That doesn’t mean I’m going to hold back. Not just because I know you won’t, but because you shouldn’t have to carry this burden. Keep drinking, because this world is too harsh to have to face sober. Keep laughing, because this world is too cruel to handle seriously. Take your pounds of flesh from your rivals, but that’s all you’ll be taking.
Zoran, willingly or not, intentionally or not, you are the reason I’m in the situation I am. Your search for redemption, real or otherwise, came far too late. Do you deserve my vengeance? Do I even want to take it when there’s nothing it can do to fix this now? I don’t know. I don’t think there’s any way I can until we’re in that ring together. When that happens, I guess we’ll just see what we can see.
Brendan raises his bleeding left palm to the camera’s view, one corner of his mouth curling up into an almost smile.
More of this, probably.
And then there’s you, Dylan. Oh, I have been so waiting for this. These last few days the thought of it’s been about the only thing that’s kept me going. The thought of hurting you, of making you feel just a fraction of what all those people you killed felt, almost stitches the hole in my heart together. The vengeance I will bring down on you, the vengeance that unlike Zoran I know with certainty you deserve, won’t bring anyone back. What it will do is give you some understanding of the hell that’s waiting. I know you want this back…
Brendan taps two bloody fingers on the Visual Kei title.
…so whatever happens at The Rumble we will meet again. What I do to you in this tag match is just the opening act, the sampler dish. I’m going to hurt you so badly this year that come Rumble 2024 you will run screaming from the arena when my music hits.
Brendan steeples his fingers, the gesture made more sinister by the blood dripping down from his hands onto the table.
The night will always win, and the night belongs to the Black Knife Cabal.
Kakuto