Post by Swindle Shelldrake on Sept 6, 2021 17:22:17 GMT -5
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---| Take Me For A Fool If You Feel That's Right |---
Tell you 'bout a dream that I have every night.
"It takes something truly special to fall short in such spectacular, rapturous, ravenous fashion. All elements that will collide to make a new world, instead turn their cheek and spite your face. Nothing wrong with you, simply the cosmic chaos playing its repugnant tune as the chilling knife is thrust into your belly. Just how it is. Twisting to puncture the life out of you. Swirling in the blood and the viscera. Nothing wrong. Everything wrong. Very wrong. Falling back into the blackened waters. Still and free of worry. Free of wrong".
"In the dark, one is alone. Everyone is alone. What was your downfall can become your rising strength. Do not fret in the dark. For like-minded wandering souls can wander. They can cross you. They can unite with you".
"Tell you 'bout a dream that I have every night".
"The undulating forces that are destined to clash forever more....time to meet the broken circle as a mighty jaw unhinges. As hopes that seem real are taken away. Taken".
"Take them for everything. While they grouse about in their falsely-found qualms. See them in their narrow view of the world and take them for everything that you may. In the dark, the world is yours. The world is both of yours. Two thrones left empty for so long to even carry dust on their mantles. A spring clean in the dark before a grand reopening into the new light that shines from beneath the earth. To become a true fiend of the ring, one must transcend their own ambition. Two become one. To be empowered by greed and desire and vengeance. Any who oppose will become well acquainted with a cosmic force they can do nothing to stop. For the hunger is too great. The serpent will feed, it's voracious hunger too great. To stand over its destruction and admire its work. In the name of retribution. In the name of validation. In the name of ceased power".
"In the name of violence".
"A slight, and the natural predilection of retaliation in kind. For all to see. A thousand cuts to spill the innards. Pain to be dished out in self-righteous catharsis. With the utmost impunity".
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ROLAND: "Shelldrake, please, have you no faith in me? I'm not here to berate that performance. If anything, you're right where you want to be. A righteous claim to more that nobody can deny. We all saw that Jason Long was out of it, only that the cruel hands of fate got in the way with DeMarco's goon squad meddling in affairs that really, don't concern them. The stage is set for a full takeover on your end now, Shelldrake. Take Crowley and you humiliate anyone and everyone that might be fool enough to step up to you in Saitama. Anyone that even considers you a challenge. For once, I think the big talk is warranted from you, so do take that as a compliment. The Tag Team Championships have sat around for all these other Project: Honor wrestlers to take for months, and yet none have done it. They've let them rather rot and mildew and now they'll pretend to care about them. All of them. Even the outsiders coming in, they don't know the first thing about surviving in Project: Honor. But you.....through victory and defeat you have attached yourself into the very essence of this promotion already. And THAT is the goal. They can't get rid of you now. From the Tag Tournament to Night of Honor, you are there. I know I was harsh on you early on, but my oh my the tables have turned now...."
It's all Psychobabble rap to me.
"Win the Tag Team Championships with JÖRMUNGANDR, and beat those Fallout savages again in Night of Honor. Take the Grand Championship from under everyone in that elimination match, even someone as decorated and somewhat respectable as Mark Hunter. Ozymandias, Cadillac Jackson....it doesn't matter".
"Allow Project: Honor to fall right into your pocket".
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---| You're Reading My Mind |---
---| And You Won't Look In My Eyes |---
SWINDLE SHELLDRAKE: "Everything we do from one moment to the next can result in a changing of the wind. What we do, and sometimes more importantly, the inadvertent consequences of those around us....they shape our road as we walk it".
Taking your shot. We're not here for just that. You'll be able to scrape the barrel of any sorry underside of the world for fifty tournament's worth of competitors doing simply for the 'opportunity'. The simple matter is that we have a plague of rats in the basement, scurrying their way up from the gutter to glimpse the real world. We're just as dirty up here, but hate to admit it. I, and by extension we of Project: Honor, have no reason, and should not validate any of the depressing teams that are slinking their way from parts unknown and trying to take their slice. To take what simply does not and will not belong to them. Be it ANTITHESIS, Brothers of Balance, The Heritage....are they supposed to mean anything to me? Or to anyone even hoping to not embarrass themselves in this tournament? They're vermin. I don't hold such a vehement hatred of them for that fact. After all, wasn't too long ago that I was dwelling in the same slew. But that was a world away compared to the now. Take a look at what I have been have to carve out for myself already. As much as any and all setbacks are deeper than a frustration, Crowley and I are already held in greater stead than any who try to sweep the Tag Team Championships away. Can't be seeing our hard work go to waste. They are the fodder. Bodies to fill a quota. It took nothing to enter the Opportunity Knocks Rumble, and it takes nothing to merely enter this Tag Tournament. Tyson Sykes, James Ranger, Konrad Raab, Ryan Young....everyone thinking they can slide in and succeed.....there is no prize or pride to be taken in finally making it beyond a bingo hall. Participation is not enough. Not here. Jay and I didn't sign with Project: Honor to still play around with the drecks of the world, or watch you come in and pretend to play in the big leagues. We're not here to entertain some puffed-up schmucks looking to stat-pad their collections of plastic belts nobody has heard of with a first sight of real hardware for once. Parading feats from afar like they mean something here. None of you are ready for the rest of the Project: Honor teams, let alone us. Not when you'll start heaving for air at the heights you're unfamiliar with. But, I suppose you could consider yourselves lucky, you'd have to make it pretty fucking far to even cross paths with JÖRMUNGANDR. A little longer to walk before your inevitable exit from this gauntlet".
"I'd like to move on from talking about people are just aren't on the level, but then I'd be overlooking our first round opponents. Rulers of the Underground.....just as much kings of the gutter as all the imports that are seeping into this tournament. Caito won't be able to fight this war himself. Experience fighting for the Ascension Championship, it's not enough to win this war. And this tournament is a war. It takes more than a name to come out the victor in a one-night decider bracket....and I'm sorry, but a big viking just won't cut it. The size and the muscle of Thorberg have spoke for nothing on Fallout. No bark....and no bite either, sad to say. Would could have been an interesting first round bout for your ultimate winners, is already a foregone conclusion".
Before continuing, Swindle catches his tongue as a smile widens on his face, allowing a chuckle and a snicker to pass his lips. The topic of his next barb bringing a reprieve to his thoughts. In a strange way.
SWINDLE SHELLDRAKE: "A gaijin killer.....that's what they say. Such a stark and rigid way to look at the world, only to be teaming with one....by choice even. I'd look past your distain for us, Asakura-san. Nobody really looks forward to a forced day at the office to work with others. At least not for the sake of teamwork. I'm more than happy to put aside any grievance you have with me, or with Jay, because I am the better man. Because we noth have something to be gained. It might be so impactful to the brain-dead vegetables watching your matches and buying your merch when you slink up to the ring when Fallout and Proving Ground are on the cusp of tearing each other apart. But for all the talk of constantly being denied, I revel in being able to have that main event over you. As painful as it is, I enjoy that I can hold a shard of real contempt for those that wronged me in that very main event. Unlike you. Your talent and skill aren't to be disputed, but I will take umbrage with your choice of partner. For someone as grim as yourself, the Tag Team Championships just don't fit you. Like a name that doesn't ring true to the person it belongs. You are not a Tag Team Champion in this place, Arata. In all honestly, neither is Havoc. A whirling dervish that you won't be able to control, he's already got his eyes set on the Noble Championship. What would serve an agent of chaos better? To stand along side you with a title? Or have one for himself?.....I think even you know neither of you are quite the level to take it all at once. Not when the sharks are biting and snapping from all around".
"But then again! I am willing to broker a treaty with you for Night of Honor, no matter how the Collision Course tournament should sway. As I said, I am the better man. I can only expect that one to thinks so highly of their skill would do the same....even if it means to constantly entertain gaijins everywhere, and here on your home soil too. On the biggest show. Shinigami no Tensei is a fleeting spark that will fizzle out because JÖRMUNGANDR will snuff it out. Overshadowed by a tidal wave. Overshadowed just as I did in the Proving Ground main event. Do you have a match against Fallout's best....and worst, under your belt? Your anger of unappreciated talent will have to stay quiet, because even in defeat I accomplished more than your victories, and I will use every facet to keep you behind me in the line. Alliance or enemies, that is where you will remain. Behind a gaijin".
"But....as much as I can laude that strive forward up the ladder over everyone, it wasn't enough. It was a loss. A defeat. Even if it didn't come from my own making, the machinations of others saw me come out the worse. Fallout took a chance from me. Legitimately. All for the sake of chaos and egoism and self-congratulatory scum that the figureheads of their brand can muster. Unlike any and all that will try to defeat JÖRMUNGANDR, I was denied for the world to see and none will be able to dispute it. And for that moment, everyone reaching out from Fallout once again into No Man's Land.....you'll have my revenge to contend with. Whoever climbs to the top of the mountain this bracket forms from the Fallout roster I will make it my enjoyment to deny you as I was. This time, not playing as a prop for the cosmic forces of your betters....but as the instrument to propel us higher. It is the end of the world brought by your own making. Your better's making. Elena and Jason can have their clash of the titans as everyone below is drowned before Night of Honor begins, and we will leave their arena empty of its bloodthirsty audience. Julius, Pyro, and The Massacre.....you'll have to deal with the fact that it wasn't your own doings that doomed you. But doomed you are".
"Hell, the Fallout guys might just actually destroy themselves on their way to the finals. They'd have to wrestle several matches after all, and just be too broken down that even their stubborn dumb arses won't be able to hold up their bodies. Resilience falling prey to bloated ambition, and stupidity overshadowing your redeemable qualities. Being versatile, it extends to more than just the clean-cut land of Proving Ground.....The chips have fallen in such a way that going out of my way to expunge Fallout's faces from this place will both be a good career move, and bring a personal catharsis. I'm talking about those bigger guys like Massacre, like Julius Fairweather. The guys on the up, who need a foil to really tear them down. Even being familiar with physical pain, they won't be able to survive what we have for them, or even what they have for each other".
"JÖRMUNGANDR are optimally placed to take this tournament from under all of your noses. We're pretty much already guaranteed to make our way out of the first round, we are stronger than Shinigami No Tensei, and we are a hell of a lot smarter than anyone else. The taste of a big match is on my tongue from facing the Prime Champion, the hunger to set the record straight is on my lips from the Legacy Champion....and the dangling prize in my eyes will be mine in the Project: Honor Tag Team Championships. The world is ending for you all, unwitting hopefuls. Because we will be walking into Night of Honor as your new Tag Team Champions....."
"I want to watch you all in particular as Jay Crowley and Swindle Shelldrake raise a trophy in one hand, and a championship in the other. Our names freshly-minted on the plates. Even if I see more value in the gold than he, there is no denying that JÖRMUNGANDR are here for this. Collision Course is our moment to flip the table and become the very apex of Project: Honor. No matter who has to fall down the cliff to get us there. No method is off limits, especially with the rabble that populates this bracket. All the better then they're swept away by the waves. When the World Serpent uncoils...."
".....Only damnation lies in our wake".
You're lighting a scene that's faded to black
I threw it away cause I don't want it back
But I don't care it's all Psychobabble rap
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---| Take Me For A Fool If You Feel That's Right |---
Tell you 'bout a dream that I have every night.
"It takes something truly special to fall short in such spectacular, rapturous, ravenous fashion. All elements that will collide to make a new world, instead turn their cheek and spite your face. Nothing wrong with you, simply the cosmic chaos playing its repugnant tune as the chilling knife is thrust into your belly. Just how it is. Twisting to puncture the life out of you. Swirling in the blood and the viscera. Nothing wrong. Everything wrong. Very wrong. Falling back into the blackened waters. Still and free of worry. Free of wrong".
"In the dark, one is alone. Everyone is alone. What was your downfall can become your rising strength. Do not fret in the dark. For like-minded wandering souls can wander. They can cross you. They can unite with you".
"Tell you 'bout a dream that I have every night".
"The undulating forces that are destined to clash forever more....time to meet the broken circle as a mighty jaw unhinges. As hopes that seem real are taken away. Taken".
"Take them for everything. While they grouse about in their falsely-found qualms. See them in their narrow view of the world and take them for everything that you may. In the dark, the world is yours. The world is both of yours. Two thrones left empty for so long to even carry dust on their mantles. A spring clean in the dark before a grand reopening into the new light that shines from beneath the earth. To become a true fiend of the ring, one must transcend their own ambition. Two become one. To be empowered by greed and desire and vengeance. Any who oppose will become well acquainted with a cosmic force they can do nothing to stop. For the hunger is too great. The serpent will feed, it's voracious hunger too great. To stand over its destruction and admire its work. In the name of retribution. In the name of validation. In the name of ceased power".
"In the name of violence".
"A slight, and the natural predilection of retaliation in kind. For all to see. A thousand cuts to spill the innards. Pain to be dished out in self-righteous catharsis. With the utmost impunity".
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SWINDLE SHELlDRAKE: "You gonna roast me again or something? Don't really want to hear it".Unaired Audio
ROLAND: "Shelldrake, please, have you no faith in me? I'm not here to berate that performance. If anything, you're right where you want to be. A righteous claim to more that nobody can deny. We all saw that Jason Long was out of it, only that the cruel hands of fate got in the way with DeMarco's goon squad meddling in affairs that really, don't concern them. The stage is set for a full takeover on your end now, Shelldrake. Take Crowley and you humiliate anyone and everyone that might be fool enough to step up to you in Saitama. Anyone that even considers you a challenge. For once, I think the big talk is warranted from you, so do take that as a compliment. The Tag Team Championships have sat around for all these other Project: Honor wrestlers to take for months, and yet none have done it. They've let them rather rot and mildew and now they'll pretend to care about them. All of them. Even the outsiders coming in, they don't know the first thing about surviving in Project: Honor. But you.....through victory and defeat you have attached yourself into the very essence of this promotion already. And THAT is the goal. They can't get rid of you now. From the Tag Tournament to Night of Honor, you are there. I know I was harsh on you early on, but my oh my the tables have turned now...."
It's all Psychobabble rap to me.
"Win the Tag Team Championships with JÖRMUNGANDR, and beat those Fallout savages again in Night of Honor. Take the Grand Championship from under everyone in that elimination match, even someone as decorated and somewhat respectable as Mark Hunter. Ozymandias, Cadillac Jackson....it doesn't matter".
"Allow Project: Honor to fall right into your pocket".
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---| You're Reading My Mind |---
---| And You Won't Look In My Eyes |---
September 7th, 2021
Saitama, Japan
Saitama, Japan
SWINDLE SHELLDRAKE: "Everything we do from one moment to the next can result in a changing of the wind. What we do, and sometimes more importantly, the inadvertent consequences of those around us....they shape our road as we walk it".
Taking your shot. We're not here for just that. You'll be able to scrape the barrel of any sorry underside of the world for fifty tournament's worth of competitors doing simply for the 'opportunity'. The simple matter is that we have a plague of rats in the basement, scurrying their way up from the gutter to glimpse the real world. We're just as dirty up here, but hate to admit it. I, and by extension we of Project: Honor, have no reason, and should not validate any of the depressing teams that are slinking their way from parts unknown and trying to take their slice. To take what simply does not and will not belong to them. Be it ANTITHESIS, Brothers of Balance, The Heritage....are they supposed to mean anything to me? Or to anyone even hoping to not embarrass themselves in this tournament? They're vermin. I don't hold such a vehement hatred of them for that fact. After all, wasn't too long ago that I was dwelling in the same slew. But that was a world away compared to the now. Take a look at what I have been have to carve out for myself already. As much as any and all setbacks are deeper than a frustration, Crowley and I are already held in greater stead than any who try to sweep the Tag Team Championships away. Can't be seeing our hard work go to waste. They are the fodder. Bodies to fill a quota. It took nothing to enter the Opportunity Knocks Rumble, and it takes nothing to merely enter this Tag Tournament. Tyson Sykes, James Ranger, Konrad Raab, Ryan Young....everyone thinking they can slide in and succeed.....there is no prize or pride to be taken in finally making it beyond a bingo hall. Participation is not enough. Not here. Jay and I didn't sign with Project: Honor to still play around with the drecks of the world, or watch you come in and pretend to play in the big leagues. We're not here to entertain some puffed-up schmucks looking to stat-pad their collections of plastic belts nobody has heard of with a first sight of real hardware for once. Parading feats from afar like they mean something here. None of you are ready for the rest of the Project: Honor teams, let alone us. Not when you'll start heaving for air at the heights you're unfamiliar with. But, I suppose you could consider yourselves lucky, you'd have to make it pretty fucking far to even cross paths with JÖRMUNGANDR. A little longer to walk before your inevitable exit from this gauntlet".
"I'd like to move on from talking about people are just aren't on the level, but then I'd be overlooking our first round opponents. Rulers of the Underground.....just as much kings of the gutter as all the imports that are seeping into this tournament. Caito won't be able to fight this war himself. Experience fighting for the Ascension Championship, it's not enough to win this war. And this tournament is a war. It takes more than a name to come out the victor in a one-night decider bracket....and I'm sorry, but a big viking just won't cut it. The size and the muscle of Thorberg have spoke for nothing on Fallout. No bark....and no bite either, sad to say. Would could have been an interesting first round bout for your ultimate winners, is already a foregone conclusion".
Before continuing, Swindle catches his tongue as a smile widens on his face, allowing a chuckle and a snicker to pass his lips. The topic of his next barb bringing a reprieve to his thoughts. In a strange way.
SWINDLE SHELLDRAKE: "A gaijin killer.....that's what they say. Such a stark and rigid way to look at the world, only to be teaming with one....by choice even. I'd look past your distain for us, Asakura-san. Nobody really looks forward to a forced day at the office to work with others. At least not for the sake of teamwork. I'm more than happy to put aside any grievance you have with me, or with Jay, because I am the better man. Because we noth have something to be gained. It might be so impactful to the brain-dead vegetables watching your matches and buying your merch when you slink up to the ring when Fallout and Proving Ground are on the cusp of tearing each other apart. But for all the talk of constantly being denied, I revel in being able to have that main event over you. As painful as it is, I enjoy that I can hold a shard of real contempt for those that wronged me in that very main event. Unlike you. Your talent and skill aren't to be disputed, but I will take umbrage with your choice of partner. For someone as grim as yourself, the Tag Team Championships just don't fit you. Like a name that doesn't ring true to the person it belongs. You are not a Tag Team Champion in this place, Arata. In all honestly, neither is Havoc. A whirling dervish that you won't be able to control, he's already got his eyes set on the Noble Championship. What would serve an agent of chaos better? To stand along side you with a title? Or have one for himself?.....I think even you know neither of you are quite the level to take it all at once. Not when the sharks are biting and snapping from all around".
"But then again! I am willing to broker a treaty with you for Night of Honor, no matter how the Collision Course tournament should sway. As I said, I am the better man. I can only expect that one to thinks so highly of their skill would do the same....even if it means to constantly entertain gaijins everywhere, and here on your home soil too. On the biggest show. Shinigami no Tensei is a fleeting spark that will fizzle out because JÖRMUNGANDR will snuff it out. Overshadowed by a tidal wave. Overshadowed just as I did in the Proving Ground main event. Do you have a match against Fallout's best....and worst, under your belt? Your anger of unappreciated talent will have to stay quiet, because even in defeat I accomplished more than your victories, and I will use every facet to keep you behind me in the line. Alliance or enemies, that is where you will remain. Behind a gaijin".
"But....as much as I can laude that strive forward up the ladder over everyone, it wasn't enough. It was a loss. A defeat. Even if it didn't come from my own making, the machinations of others saw me come out the worse. Fallout took a chance from me. Legitimately. All for the sake of chaos and egoism and self-congratulatory scum that the figureheads of their brand can muster. Unlike any and all that will try to defeat JÖRMUNGANDR, I was denied for the world to see and none will be able to dispute it. And for that moment, everyone reaching out from Fallout once again into No Man's Land.....you'll have my revenge to contend with. Whoever climbs to the top of the mountain this bracket forms from the Fallout roster I will make it my enjoyment to deny you as I was. This time, not playing as a prop for the cosmic forces of your betters....but as the instrument to propel us higher. It is the end of the world brought by your own making. Your better's making. Elena and Jason can have their clash of the titans as everyone below is drowned before Night of Honor begins, and we will leave their arena empty of its bloodthirsty audience. Julius, Pyro, and The Massacre.....you'll have to deal with the fact that it wasn't your own doings that doomed you. But doomed you are".
"Hell, the Fallout guys might just actually destroy themselves on their way to the finals. They'd have to wrestle several matches after all, and just be too broken down that even their stubborn dumb arses won't be able to hold up their bodies. Resilience falling prey to bloated ambition, and stupidity overshadowing your redeemable qualities. Being versatile, it extends to more than just the clean-cut land of Proving Ground.....The chips have fallen in such a way that going out of my way to expunge Fallout's faces from this place will both be a good career move, and bring a personal catharsis. I'm talking about those bigger guys like Massacre, like Julius Fairweather. The guys on the up, who need a foil to really tear them down. Even being familiar with physical pain, they won't be able to survive what we have for them, or even what they have for each other".
"JÖRMUNGANDR are optimally placed to take this tournament from under all of your noses. We're pretty much already guaranteed to make our way out of the first round, we are stronger than Shinigami No Tensei, and we are a hell of a lot smarter than anyone else. The taste of a big match is on my tongue from facing the Prime Champion, the hunger to set the record straight is on my lips from the Legacy Champion....and the dangling prize in my eyes will be mine in the Project: Honor Tag Team Championships. The world is ending for you all, unwitting hopefuls. Because we will be walking into Night of Honor as your new Tag Team Champions....."
"I want to watch you all in particular as Jay Crowley and Swindle Shelldrake raise a trophy in one hand, and a championship in the other. Our names freshly-minted on the plates. Even if I see more value in the gold than he, there is no denying that JÖRMUNGANDR are here for this. Collision Course is our moment to flip the table and become the very apex of Project: Honor. No matter who has to fall down the cliff to get us there. No method is off limits, especially with the rabble that populates this bracket. All the better then they're swept away by the waves. When the World Serpent uncoils...."
".....Only damnation lies in our wake".
You're lighting a scene that's faded to black
I threw it away cause I don't want it back
But I don't care it's all Psychobabble rap
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