Post by Oblivion Death Squad on May 6, 2024 21:30:08 GMT -5
There is a crunch of sand and rock in the darkness, and then the angry red firelight glows brighter. And sitting not far from the fire are the WUK Tag Team Championships, their surfaces bathed in red as the flames wraith and dance. Smoke swirls, and behind those belts sit the gleaming black skull masks of the Oblivion Death Squad.
A booted foot steps before them, and the camera pans up to reveal the scowling Mormo. He frowns at it, the shadows covering his face as he scowls. Eyes glowing in the flames, and he lifted a huge hand to ball into a fist.
‘Në ditët përpara se të huajt të vinin në atë që tani është Australia ishte Ëndërrimi.
Koha e ëndrrave.
Dhe në ato ditë, heronjtë ecnin në tokë.’
[In the days before outsiders came to what is now Australia was the Dreaming.
The Dreamtime.
And in those days, heroes walked the land.]
Moloch stepped from the darkness, and he stared into the flames before he snarled. His voice a low angry growl, and he paced back and forth as his brother looked on.
‘Këta burra të talentuar me fuqi dhe aftësi kanë humbur prej kohësh! Gdhendën këtë tokë, i dhanë formë dhe qenie!
E detyruan të ketë kuptim dhe qëllim!’
[These men gifted with powers and abilities long lost! Carved this land, they gave it form and being!
They forced it to have meaning and purpose!]
The pair fell silent, and then a third voice growled from the shadows. And the members of the ODS fell back, and dropped to a knee on the sandy earth of the Australian desert. And sparks and flame swirled into the sky as Donzig walked forward. The fire gleaming off his mask, and he lifted his gaze upwards as a hand rose.
‘And that is our purpose, Glucks. To forge a new reality, to force the world into our image! But time and time again, lesser men, mere mortals have gotten in our way. They have opposed our vision, they have defied our will! And now? Now fate has chosen you to try and thwart us.
Because of what?’
Donzig turned, and he gestured at the gleaming golden belts. He said nothing, nodding to himself before he started to pace once more. A hiss came from under the mask, and he shrugged.
‘These titles? You see I don’t hold much value in any titles, save one.’
He paused.
‘But for too long these belts which should have been around the waist of my Death Squad were in the hands of lesser beings. Greg Adkins’ Yorkshire Bitches. Epcot Mafia, Rage and Cage. And now I see they are where they belong!
Around the waist of the crown jewels of the WUK Tag Team Division, around the waists of the Oblivion Death Squad. And I will not allow, we will not allow a pair of overgrown Luke Combs looking motherfuckers to take that from us!
So I am sure you are sitting there with your normal zingers about soft city folk, and this and that! But let me tell you something, Carlton!
And you should listen to Chapps.’
Donzig paused, and then his hand snapped outward clawing at the camera before he turned it to look across the flames with the swirling sparks and smoke. And the Death Squad glared back at them, they had no expression but there was an angry gleam in their eyes.
‘Donzig-gun is many things. It is alot of things. It is all things to all people. It is everything and nothing. It is cold hard order, and the boundless fury of white hot chaos. But one thing no one has ever called us?’
Donzig hissed.
‘Is soft.’
He shoved the camera back, and when it refocused he stood with the Death Squad beside him. And they lifted their masks, pulling them on before they reached down to grab their belts. They tossed them across their huge shoulders. And then hit their forearms together as Donzig nodded slowly, and then he turned.
‘See you soon.’
A booted foot steps before them, and the camera pans up to reveal the scowling Mormo. He frowns at it, the shadows covering his face as he scowls. Eyes glowing in the flames, and he lifted a huge hand to ball into a fist.
‘Në ditët përpara se të huajt të vinin në atë që tani është Australia ishte Ëndërrimi.
Koha e ëndrrave.
Dhe në ato ditë, heronjtë ecnin në tokë.’
[In the days before outsiders came to what is now Australia was the Dreaming.
The Dreamtime.
And in those days, heroes walked the land.]
Moloch stepped from the darkness, and he stared into the flames before he snarled. His voice a low angry growl, and he paced back and forth as his brother looked on.
‘Këta burra të talentuar me fuqi dhe aftësi kanë humbur prej kohësh! Gdhendën këtë tokë, i dhanë formë dhe qenie!
E detyruan të ketë kuptim dhe qëllim!’
[These men gifted with powers and abilities long lost! Carved this land, they gave it form and being!
They forced it to have meaning and purpose!]
The pair fell silent, and then a third voice growled from the shadows. And the members of the ODS fell back, and dropped to a knee on the sandy earth of the Australian desert. And sparks and flame swirled into the sky as Donzig walked forward. The fire gleaming off his mask, and he lifted his gaze upwards as a hand rose.
‘And that is our purpose, Glucks. To forge a new reality, to force the world into our image! But time and time again, lesser men, mere mortals have gotten in our way. They have opposed our vision, they have defied our will! And now? Now fate has chosen you to try and thwart us.
Because of what?’
Donzig turned, and he gestured at the gleaming golden belts. He said nothing, nodding to himself before he started to pace once more. A hiss came from under the mask, and he shrugged.
‘These titles? You see I don’t hold much value in any titles, save one.’
He paused.
‘But for too long these belts which should have been around the waist of my Death Squad were in the hands of lesser beings. Greg Adkins’ Yorkshire Bitches. Epcot Mafia, Rage and Cage. And now I see they are where they belong!
Around the waist of the crown jewels of the WUK Tag Team Division, around the waists of the Oblivion Death Squad. And I will not allow, we will not allow a pair of overgrown Luke Combs looking motherfuckers to take that from us!
So I am sure you are sitting there with your normal zingers about soft city folk, and this and that! But let me tell you something, Carlton!
And you should listen to Chapps.’
Donzig paused, and then his hand snapped outward clawing at the camera before he turned it to look across the flames with the swirling sparks and smoke. And the Death Squad glared back at them, they had no expression but there was an angry gleam in their eyes.
‘Donzig-gun is many things. It is alot of things. It is all things to all people. It is everything and nothing. It is cold hard order, and the boundless fury of white hot chaos. But one thing no one has ever called us?’
Donzig hissed.
‘Is soft.’
He shoved the camera back, and when it refocused he stood with the Death Squad beside him. And they lifted their masks, pulling them on before they reached down to grab their belts. They tossed them across their huge shoulders. And then hit their forearms together as Donzig nodded slowly, and then he turned.
‘See you soon.’
