I'll Start a War With This Fucking Emotion
Feb 5, 2024 11:15:06 GMT -5
Mongo the Destroyer, Kira Izumi, and 3 more like this
Post by bloodiedfox on Feb 5, 2024 11:15:06 GMT -5
The true measure of a man’s worth is what he’s willing to fight for.
What he’s willing to kill for.
What he’s willing to go to war for.
Brendan Harding is standing in the Glasgow Necropolis, the hill-sited Victorian graveyard affording him a wonderful view of the Scottish city.
Since I’m standing here talking on W:UK programming, you’ve already got a pretty good guess what I’m willing to fight for, but let’s make it crystal clear: I’m here to fight for JROK.
He turns from the view to look into the camera.
Not Kira Izumi; I don’t give a damn about his psychotic arse. No, JROK is much bigger than that one man. It’s the untamed bastion of professional wrestling at its most extreme. It is the company that gave me a contract on nothing more than the belief that I had potential that could be realised. It is the company I have fought my way up through the rankings of to become the undisputed Visual Kei champion. It is the company I helped save from the clutches of Dylan Black. Florida Man, you want to drag other people into your slapfight with Kira? Well get ready for the consequences. I don’t care about you, or Psychotic Goth, or Definitely Not Donzig in a Dinosaur Onesie, but that doesn’t mean I won’t beat the ever-living shit out of you. This is War Games, The Match Beyond. Two rings inside one cage will house brutality never before seen. You have invoked this, gator boy, and now you get to reap the whirlwind.
He allows himself to break into a wan smile.
But of course, I’m sure you all noticed the name not on my indifference list.
Hello Marty.
Did you enjoy taking your metaphorical piss on my husband’s grave before his body was even cold? Rhetorical question, we all know you did. That’s the level of man you are. You like the easy targets. Well, two can play that game, because a fucking coward like you is a very easy target for a man with a functioning spine like me. Now, you can run all over that cage when you’re locked inside it, but you will not be able to escape me.
His eyes narrow. Even at this distance you can see the pure hate burning in them.
My apologies to Ollie, because when I’m done with you Marty, you won’t have a dick left to piss from.
What he’s willing to kill for.
What he’s willing to go to war for.
Brendan Harding is standing in the Glasgow Necropolis, the hill-sited Victorian graveyard affording him a wonderful view of the Scottish city.
Since I’m standing here talking on W:UK programming, you’ve already got a pretty good guess what I’m willing to fight for, but let’s make it crystal clear: I’m here to fight for JROK.
He turns from the view to look into the camera.
Not Kira Izumi; I don’t give a damn about his psychotic arse. No, JROK is much bigger than that one man. It’s the untamed bastion of professional wrestling at its most extreme. It is the company that gave me a contract on nothing more than the belief that I had potential that could be realised. It is the company I have fought my way up through the rankings of to become the undisputed Visual Kei champion. It is the company I helped save from the clutches of Dylan Black. Florida Man, you want to drag other people into your slapfight with Kira? Well get ready for the consequences. I don’t care about you, or Psychotic Goth, or Definitely Not Donzig in a Dinosaur Onesie, but that doesn’t mean I won’t beat the ever-living shit out of you. This is War Games, The Match Beyond. Two rings inside one cage will house brutality never before seen. You have invoked this, gator boy, and now you get to reap the whirlwind.
He allows himself to break into a wan smile.
But of course, I’m sure you all noticed the name not on my indifference list.
Hello Marty.
Did you enjoy taking your metaphorical piss on my husband’s grave before his body was even cold? Rhetorical question, we all know you did. That’s the level of man you are. You like the easy targets. Well, two can play that game, because a fucking coward like you is a very easy target for a man with a functioning spine like me. Now, you can run all over that cage when you’re locked inside it, but you will not be able to escape me.
His eyes narrow. Even at this distance you can see the pure hate burning in them.
My apologies to Ollie, because when I’m done with you Marty, you won’t have a dick left to piss from.