Two Kingdoms, Two Idiots, One Empty Hand [RP #2]
Apr 15, 2024 21:06:34 GMT -5
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Post by Gavin Drake on Apr 15, 2024 21:06:34 GMT -5
‘What in the bloody hell are wrong with those two?’ snapped Drake angrily, and he waved his bottle of booze as he whirled around on David Slam the Older. The former AWA Champion shrugged, and Drake raked his fingers through his hair as he walked back and forth. The TV lay broken behind him on the floor, smoke oozing from it as the glass was broken everywhere. Drake took a long drink, and scowled.
‘Crane literally went to Kyoto to suck his own dick! This man just had a press conference where all he did was bloody try to pop himself! It was ridiculous! And he named the belt? Are you kidding me? Are you taking the piss?
This is the belt forged in blood and hate by Donzig and Kira Izumi, this is the belt they fought Mr. Blood to get recognized! A title held by Psychotic Goth, a title held by the Queen of Failures, a bloody belt that was held by the undefeated Dar Two Belts!
And now a guy who has press conferences to pop himself has it? And he named it?’
He whirled around, pacing back and forth before he waved the bottle. His eyes narrowed, and he spat before he took another long swallow.
‘And that brings me to Goth! Psychotic Goth runs around here and he talks alot of shit, he talks alot of shit in this language or that language, and he makes scary weapons! But facts are, mate, you aren’t in my league!
You aren’t in the fucking league of the Empire! You think I will need help to tell with you and Wesley? Is that it?’
Drake threw the bottle, and it exploded in a shower of glass and amber liquid. He frowned, and he spun back to the camera. Slam 2 ducked down, and he tried to wipe booze and broken glass from his suit as the angry Empty Hand grabbed the camera to drag him close.
‘Aren’t you two a fucking pair! The soft ass Two Kingdoms Champion, and the bloody Dragon of the WUK! Well, I have news for both of you! I am walking into Melbourne, and I am going to do whatever I have to bring that Two Kingdoms belt back where it belongs! I am bringing it to the Empire!
You think either one of you can go toe to toe with me? I am the fucking Butcher, yeah? I was blessed by Spike Kane to lead this Empire when he left, he chose me! Me! The God of Xtreme, the Blood God, the real one by the way not that bloody pretender picked me to continue his legacy in WUK! And you two bloody fools think you can get in my way?
I was trained, I was taught by Donzig himself! I am the Son of Conqueror, I am his rightful heir! And you two think you have any chance against me? I am bigger then Donzig, I am stronger then Donzig, and fuck it all!
I am not a bloody lunatic!’
Drake paused as Slam Two started to hack and cough in the background. He had a fist balled up against his mouth, shaking his head as his shoulders shook. Drake stared at him for a long moment, and his eyes narrowed as he shoved the camera back.
‘When I am finished destroying the pair of you in Melbourne, whatever is left can go back to playing it safe, yeah? You can go back to chasing Kasper! You can go back to trying to get rid of that Okie motherfucker Watts with your crew of young boys! You can stand in green smoke, and tell me you are speaking ancient Sankrist for all I give a fuck!
Because what I want is the Two Kingdoms title! And if I have to kill both of you to get it? I fucking will, yeah? I will take it out of your hands covered in your blood, and I will lift it high! I will bring two company’s worth of gold to my Empire!’
Drake smiled a nasty smile, and he spat.
‘I will stack up the pair of you like fucking logs, yeah? I will pin you in the middle of the ring! And if any of your fucking cronies try to get in my way? Well, Wesley? I don’t care if I have to destroy them too! And Goth?’
Drake leaned forward, a finger jabbing.
‘If you fucking whore comes down there and sticks her nose in my business with any of her magic mambo jumbo, mate?
I’ll leave her in her own fucking blood too. I don’t give a fuck! The WUK is going to learn that the Empire runs things around here now! And the Empire does what I say!’
Drake grinned, and he leaned closer as he lifted a hand to ball it into a fist. He stared at it for a long moment, and then his hand opened as he looked down at it. A shrug, and he looked up with a sneer before he spoke.
‘I am the Empty Hand. And boys?’
Drake lowered his hand, and he looked to the nodding Slam.
‘The Empty Hand takes.’
‘Crane literally went to Kyoto to suck his own dick! This man just had a press conference where all he did was bloody try to pop himself! It was ridiculous! And he named the belt? Are you kidding me? Are you taking the piss?
This is the belt forged in blood and hate by Donzig and Kira Izumi, this is the belt they fought Mr. Blood to get recognized! A title held by Psychotic Goth, a title held by the Queen of Failures, a bloody belt that was held by the undefeated Dar Two Belts!
And now a guy who has press conferences to pop himself has it? And he named it?’
He whirled around, pacing back and forth before he waved the bottle. His eyes narrowed, and he spat before he took another long swallow.
‘And that brings me to Goth! Psychotic Goth runs around here and he talks alot of shit, he talks alot of shit in this language or that language, and he makes scary weapons! But facts are, mate, you aren’t in my league!
You aren’t in the fucking league of the Empire! You think I will need help to tell with you and Wesley? Is that it?’
Drake threw the bottle, and it exploded in a shower of glass and amber liquid. He frowned, and he spun back to the camera. Slam 2 ducked down, and he tried to wipe booze and broken glass from his suit as the angry Empty Hand grabbed the camera to drag him close.
‘Aren’t you two a fucking pair! The soft ass Two Kingdoms Champion, and the bloody Dragon of the WUK! Well, I have news for both of you! I am walking into Melbourne, and I am going to do whatever I have to bring that Two Kingdoms belt back where it belongs! I am bringing it to the Empire!
You think either one of you can go toe to toe with me? I am the fucking Butcher, yeah? I was blessed by Spike Kane to lead this Empire when he left, he chose me! Me! The God of Xtreme, the Blood God, the real one by the way not that bloody pretender picked me to continue his legacy in WUK! And you two bloody fools think you can get in my way?
I was trained, I was taught by Donzig himself! I am the Son of Conqueror, I am his rightful heir! And you two think you have any chance against me? I am bigger then Donzig, I am stronger then Donzig, and fuck it all!
I am not a bloody lunatic!’
Drake paused as Slam Two started to hack and cough in the background. He had a fist balled up against his mouth, shaking his head as his shoulders shook. Drake stared at him for a long moment, and his eyes narrowed as he shoved the camera back.
‘When I am finished destroying the pair of you in Melbourne, whatever is left can go back to playing it safe, yeah? You can go back to chasing Kasper! You can go back to trying to get rid of that Okie motherfucker Watts with your crew of young boys! You can stand in green smoke, and tell me you are speaking ancient Sankrist for all I give a fuck!
Because what I want is the Two Kingdoms title! And if I have to kill both of you to get it? I fucking will, yeah? I will take it out of your hands covered in your blood, and I will lift it high! I will bring two company’s worth of gold to my Empire!’
Drake smiled a nasty smile, and he spat.
‘I will stack up the pair of you like fucking logs, yeah? I will pin you in the middle of the ring! And if any of your fucking cronies try to get in my way? Well, Wesley? I don’t care if I have to destroy them too! And Goth?’
Drake leaned forward, a finger jabbing.
‘If you fucking whore comes down there and sticks her nose in my business with any of her magic mambo jumbo, mate?
I’ll leave her in her own fucking blood too. I don’t give a fuck! The WUK is going to learn that the Empire runs things around here now! And the Empire does what I say!’
Drake grinned, and he leaned closer as he lifted a hand to ball it into a fist. He stared at it for a long moment, and then his hand opened as he looked down at it. A shrug, and he looked up with a sneer before he spoke.
‘I am the Empty Hand. And boys?’
Drake lowered his hand, and he looked to the nodding Slam.
‘The Empty Hand takes.’
