Post by Jay Crowley on Sept 6, 2021 8:34:38 GMT -5
The Following is shot in full black and white
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Exterior: A large cliff by the sea, sedimentary rock being crashed down upon by roaring sea waves, grass growing on top of the cliff as winds blow through the long grass. The sun is slowly setting in the sky.
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Already In Frame: Jay Crowley, dressed in a full black suit, no tie, a black sack in his right hand Swindle Shelldrake, dressed in a White Blazer, a pink t-shirt, white khakis, loafers and circular lens sunglasses, hands in his blazer’s pockets.
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JÖRMUNGANDR stands at the top of the cliff, Crowley looking off into the ocean, Shelldrake looking around somewhat confused as to why the two men are at this location.
“An… Interesting choice of location Jay, so do you wanna tell me why the hell we drove 45 minutes to get here and stand at the edge of this cliff?”
“Well Swindle, you know the story of Jormungandr as well as I. The child of Loki, the ever growing serpent that grew so much in the great sea of man that it was able to bite down upon its own tail and when it releases said tail… Ragnarok will begin.”
“You really are into many different beliefs, what even is your faith?”
“Don’t worry about that my friend, you wanted me to explain why we’re here? It’s quite simple…”
Crowley lifts up the sack in his hand
“In this bag… a memento of each team that we could potentially come face to face with within the team, an item I have chosen to represent each one of them, something that to in my mind represents each team”
“God, you are one crazy bastard, you know that? Alright, Fuck it, let’s see what you’ve got in there.”
Crowley reaches into the bag and he first takes out a crown
“I figured it best to begin with our first round opponents. The Rulers of The Underground, quite on the nose I am aware but I felt that would be the simplest representation. Two men who personally I view as quite pathetic in terms of their overall outlooks."
“Caito is quite pathetic I agree, constantly complaining that management or something is holding him back. To me it just seems like he’s making excuses for his lack of ability in the ring or his ability to talk his way out of situations. Quite sad.”
“Artemis is not exactly any better, a man who tries to portray himself as a monarch of some variety. Yet when I look at him, he seems like a man desperate for validation, craving that spotlight. It’s not only pathetic but also depraved. A vile tandem indeed, our first opponents and yet I do not see much in them. They will make adequate first sacrifices to Jormungandr.”
Crowley throws the crown haphazardly into the ocean, the camera shows the crown slowly fall into the water.
“I see, so that’s what you’re doing. Ok, allow me to try.”
Crowley extends the sack over to Shelldrake, Shelldrake reaches his hand into the bag and he pulls out a small skull
“And which team would this be?”
“Shinigami No Tensei”
“Ah the reincarnation of death and one of them being our old ally in Arata Asakura”
Crowley scoffs
“I would hardly call him an ally, he just happened to be on our team at the time and a win benefitted us. I despise his mentality, nothing but a prideful idiot. Hatred of those who do not look like you only to praise those who may be similar to you is an idiotic outlook and I cannot praise him for the life of me. If our paths cross in the tournament, I may take some pleasure in showing him the power of what he views as inferior.”
“Havoc’s… a wildcard. We haven’t crossed paths with him due to him being on Fall Out. You and him do have similarities though in your mentalities, however I think his desire to gain followers for his cause while I would credit, I can’t say the satanism thing is for me as you would know. He doesn’t really seem like much but he has many accomplishments to his name. I think we’ll have no issues dispatching them should we cross paths."
“Indeed.”
Crowley signals to Shelldrake, Shelldrake throws the skull off the cliff. Crowley reaches into the sack, he takes out a metal charm in the shape of snake
“Let me guess Steel and Venom?”
“Yes. I did not really put much thought into the appearance of these and rather just thought about the opponents. I stepped into the ring with Ranger recently, he didn’t impress me. Despite me going into the match with no information on him, now that I actually have some idea of what he can do… if we do cross paths with them they will fall to us easily.
Shelldrake smirks
“Kagome is unknown to us but from what I've seen of her in the tapes, she seems decent enough. Not as good as me obviously but decent enough. I don’t really see this team as competition, they’ll be lucky to make it out of the first round.”
Crowley tosses the charm into the sea.
“You know the more I do this exercise the more I realise… what a waste of time it was.”
Crowley turns the bag upside down as all the different items fall out of the bag and to Crowley’s feet. He then proceeds to kick them into the sea off the cliff, Shelldrake simply watches.
“Awww, what’d you do that for? I was actually getting into that.”
“Swindle, you and I both know that there isn’t a single team in this tournament that matches us. They don’t understand what it takes to survive in this industry and they have no idea of the things that they will suffer. The name Jormungandr is not just one taken for the sake of it.”
“We are the world serpent, at collision course, we unclench our jaw from on our tail and Ragnarok will begin. The Kraken and the DAMNED HEART are looking to feast in Saitama. There is not a single team who can stand up to us. They can’t match our ability in the ring and there is no chance in hell that anybody will stop us from taking those tag team titles.”
“You know, I'm not interested in those belts for the glory or for the pride of holding a title in this company. What I hope to do, is first use it to expose those who seem to think that they should be entirely focused on just that and then I will use that to redeem each one of those pursuits, giving them the enlightening punishment that they deserve in order to affirm to them that not only should they not be coming after these titles but to stop them entirely from committing the sins that they do. I wish to make them understand exactly what I know to be true.”
Shelldrake smirks as he pats Crowley on the back.
“As long as you do whatever it takes to help me take those tag team titles, I have no problem with you doing this for whatever motivation it is. I know the vicious beast this business is and it pays to have allies, especially the kind who are determined to do whatever it takes.”
“Shelldrake, I am glad you see things from my perspective. I do understand that these tag titles do mean something to you and I will make sure we do win. I have no intention of not walking out Saitama as the overall victor as if I do not, then I will not be able to show each and every one of these people the severity of their sins and of their crimes. I care very little for the actual stakes of this tournament but I will view this as a failure if we do lose and I cannot allow myself to fail, I expect you cannot either.”
“No my friend, I cannot.”
“Then allow us to give these men and women their damnation, as in Saitama, Ragnarok begins....”
“And the world serpents feast on the mortal plain…”
“... mercy will not come and you all will understand the fury of JORMUNGANDR.”
The sun finally fully sets as Crowley and Shelldrake look on into the sea having made a statement regarding the upcoming Collision Course Tag Team Tournament. Will JORMUNGANDR be able to bring their promised destruction to Saitama and capture the tag team championships?
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