Post by Swindle Shelldrake on Sept 29, 2021 22:39:12 GMT -5
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SWINDLE SHELLDRAKE: "In the end, it doesn't take such herculean efforts to provide for yourself. Not in reality, as much as we want to glorify our rise to the top. Don't get me wrong though, what we have achieved, what I have been able to craft here in Project: Honor, is not something that a mere anybody could offer. Might still be a relative newcomer to this place, but already I have a stronger claim to any and every championship than most of the riff-raff that claim to be the next person that should be cared about. Always hearing how they'll make their impact with the same hopes and the same dreams only to reap what they've sewn. They never make it so far in this marathon. They stumble. They fall. Not even in ways that demonstrate their spirit, or worth".
"I highly doubt that DJ Hunter and Kyle Valentine will be more than forgotten by year's end. Just like the rest of them rolling in for the Collision Course tag tournament, like moths to the flame. The Phantom Troupe. Wisps and wraiths to be scattered to the wind once and for all. Just from seeing their names on this week's Proving Ground card, against us no less.....they are vastly overstaying their welcome. To an offensive degree. An audacious degree. One appearance that isn't the complete lowest standard, and you want to stick around beyond your station? That's amusing. Genuinely, I think that's some good comedy, in it's own way. You must be riding on such a high that the head office would even bother to throw some pennies your way, some shinier coins compared to whatever squalor you came from on the indies. Such an upgrade, you must be making something fo yourself! That's what you're thinking, right? You'd be hopelessly mistaken. I might sycophantically entertain the idea of you not being the absolute bottom of the barrel, but reality has to kick in some day, especially for you".
"For you see, not everyone can have their time in the sun after they crawl over the piles of bodies that make up the dark pits of the independent scene. There simply isn't enough seats at the table for everyone....not enough food at the table for everyone. By the time the vast banquet is able to greet you, it's empty. For all the shit-talk I can muster for the two of you, I do understand better than most the position those like you face. I genuinely do. And it's tough, really tough. The only concession I have to make is that you're trying, I just have to put a stop to it now before you get any ideas too big for your station. JÖRMUNGANDR haven't become a rising force in both the tag team division AND as singles competitors for nothing, and not without considerable effort to dig our feet, and sink our teeth into this promotion. Like a fucking barnacle on a ship. You ain't getting rid of us. We're too ingrained now. From here, we are in the ideal position to send everyone like yourselves, back to the abyss. I mean, just look at the last few weeks and say we're not on the verge of taking over to an alarming degree. I main event Proving Ground against the Prime Champion, and get him down enough for two matches for the world to see. We reach the semi-finals of the Collision Course. I main evented Night of Honor. Our reward was offered not even in a victory, but a victory is what Team Proving Ground provided. If I was more dismissive to those around me, that might not have happened. A Grand Championship match awaits me. A bonafide chance at the top prize of this brand, and you'd wish me to devote myself entirely to facing an outsider team? Hmmm, depressing. In this light, even our defeats will dwarf EVERYTHING The Phantom Troupe could possibly imagine to achieve in this place. Our failures are stronger than your victories. Not only do I have scores to settle with the very cream of the crop over on Fallout, mixing it up for Proving Ground's biggest trophy, JÖRMUNGANDR have some revenge to be had against all the teams that have managed to pull one on us. Fire and Ice, Shinigami no Tensei, Massacre. You'll be waiting a long time to be anything here with all of them, and us, in front of you. I have bones to pick with comparative titans....when we're set to face a pair of mice. Who the fuck is going to remember that the Phantom Troupe won their first tag tournament match? Against who? Some other duo rocking up from nowhere pretending and lying to themselves that they're totally big deals over in their home federation. Everyone has already forgotten who The Heritage, or the Brothers of Balance are. The Phantom Troupe are gonna head the same way. Back to the road. Everyone's a king from somewhere....it's fucking stupid".
"But, I digress. What might just look like a rebound payday for your little minds is a bigger sacrifice that you think. You're not getting this match because Project: Honor see anything in you for the future. Your names on the card aren't to be celebrated in the grand scheme of things. We are in need a little rebound too. Not for survival. Not clinging to something that will never be. No, we just need a pair of lukewarm bodies on the other side of the ring. That's it. A harvest of sorrow to cull a team with similar goals to what we once had, but we do what we must. Swindle Shelldrake and Jay Crowley are set to be names here in Project: Honor's future, that much is certain. As individuals we have already shone bright. But, our tandem, as strong as it is, just needs a little stat pad here and there, as all the great tag teams do. We face you to merely get The Phantom Troupe out of the way. You have this match to bring a less humiliating end to your fleeting Project: Honor career as the ship is righted, showing who the real tag team is that will be here by Christmas. Frankly, you're getting the honourable discharge as it goes, you should feel grateful. We don't care if you've done anything elsewhere. All the teams that rolled in for Collision Course, we do not care. Are you here to stay in Project: Honor? Yes? No? We could do without you. Many others would just destroy their own chances the very first time around, run back home with their tails between their legs. Fly over the top rope in seconds, never to be seen again. Your flame might have flickered for slightly longer, but it will be extinguished all the same, as you move on to other....more manageable exploits. Wherever that may be, it certainly won't be here. Just as I did for the Night of Honor main event, I was benevolent and offered to work towards are greater good than merely myself, I will offer you that same charity. A quick exit as our stepping stones to becoming contenders to the Project: Honor Tag Team Championships. Closer to all the gold than you'll never get here. Like I said, our failures will be greater than your victories. Take the L while you can, before there's nothing left to be salvaged in your doomed Project: Honor campaign".
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---| Harvest of Sorrow |---
SWINDLE SHELLDRAKE: "In the end, it doesn't take such herculean efforts to provide for yourself. Not in reality, as much as we want to glorify our rise to the top. Don't get me wrong though, what we have achieved, what I have been able to craft here in Project: Honor, is not something that a mere anybody could offer. Might still be a relative newcomer to this place, but already I have a stronger claim to any and every championship than most of the riff-raff that claim to be the next person that should be cared about. Always hearing how they'll make their impact with the same hopes and the same dreams only to reap what they've sewn. They never make it so far in this marathon. They stumble. They fall. Not even in ways that demonstrate their spirit, or worth".
"I highly doubt that DJ Hunter and Kyle Valentine will be more than forgotten by year's end. Just like the rest of them rolling in for the Collision Course tag tournament, like moths to the flame. The Phantom Troupe. Wisps and wraiths to be scattered to the wind once and for all. Just from seeing their names on this week's Proving Ground card, against us no less.....they are vastly overstaying their welcome. To an offensive degree. An audacious degree. One appearance that isn't the complete lowest standard, and you want to stick around beyond your station? That's amusing. Genuinely, I think that's some good comedy, in it's own way. You must be riding on such a high that the head office would even bother to throw some pennies your way, some shinier coins compared to whatever squalor you came from on the indies. Such an upgrade, you must be making something fo yourself! That's what you're thinking, right? You'd be hopelessly mistaken. I might sycophantically entertain the idea of you not being the absolute bottom of the barrel, but reality has to kick in some day, especially for you".
"For you see, not everyone can have their time in the sun after they crawl over the piles of bodies that make up the dark pits of the independent scene. There simply isn't enough seats at the table for everyone....not enough food at the table for everyone. By the time the vast banquet is able to greet you, it's empty. For all the shit-talk I can muster for the two of you, I do understand better than most the position those like you face. I genuinely do. And it's tough, really tough. The only concession I have to make is that you're trying, I just have to put a stop to it now before you get any ideas too big for your station. JÖRMUNGANDR haven't become a rising force in both the tag team division AND as singles competitors for nothing, and not without considerable effort to dig our feet, and sink our teeth into this promotion. Like a fucking barnacle on a ship. You ain't getting rid of us. We're too ingrained now. From here, we are in the ideal position to send everyone like yourselves, back to the abyss. I mean, just look at the last few weeks and say we're not on the verge of taking over to an alarming degree. I main event Proving Ground against the Prime Champion, and get him down enough for two matches for the world to see. We reach the semi-finals of the Collision Course. I main evented Night of Honor. Our reward was offered not even in a victory, but a victory is what Team Proving Ground provided. If I was more dismissive to those around me, that might not have happened. A Grand Championship match awaits me. A bonafide chance at the top prize of this brand, and you'd wish me to devote myself entirely to facing an outsider team? Hmmm, depressing. In this light, even our defeats will dwarf EVERYTHING The Phantom Troupe could possibly imagine to achieve in this place. Our failures are stronger than your victories. Not only do I have scores to settle with the very cream of the crop over on Fallout, mixing it up for Proving Ground's biggest trophy, JÖRMUNGANDR have some revenge to be had against all the teams that have managed to pull one on us. Fire and Ice, Shinigami no Tensei, Massacre. You'll be waiting a long time to be anything here with all of them, and us, in front of you. I have bones to pick with comparative titans....when we're set to face a pair of mice. Who the fuck is going to remember that the Phantom Troupe won their first tag tournament match? Against who? Some other duo rocking up from nowhere pretending and lying to themselves that they're totally big deals over in their home federation. Everyone has already forgotten who The Heritage, or the Brothers of Balance are. The Phantom Troupe are gonna head the same way. Back to the road. Everyone's a king from somewhere....it's fucking stupid".
"But, I digress. What might just look like a rebound payday for your little minds is a bigger sacrifice that you think. You're not getting this match because Project: Honor see anything in you for the future. Your names on the card aren't to be celebrated in the grand scheme of things. We are in need a little rebound too. Not for survival. Not clinging to something that will never be. No, we just need a pair of lukewarm bodies on the other side of the ring. That's it. A harvest of sorrow to cull a team with similar goals to what we once had, but we do what we must. Swindle Shelldrake and Jay Crowley are set to be names here in Project: Honor's future, that much is certain. As individuals we have already shone bright. But, our tandem, as strong as it is, just needs a little stat pad here and there, as all the great tag teams do. We face you to merely get The Phantom Troupe out of the way. You have this match to bring a less humiliating end to your fleeting Project: Honor career as the ship is righted, showing who the real tag team is that will be here by Christmas. Frankly, you're getting the honourable discharge as it goes, you should feel grateful. We don't care if you've done anything elsewhere. All the teams that rolled in for Collision Course, we do not care. Are you here to stay in Project: Honor? Yes? No? We could do without you. Many others would just destroy their own chances the very first time around, run back home with their tails between their legs. Fly over the top rope in seconds, never to be seen again. Your flame might have flickered for slightly longer, but it will be extinguished all the same, as you move on to other....more manageable exploits. Wherever that may be, it certainly won't be here. Just as I did for the Night of Honor main event, I was benevolent and offered to work towards are greater good than merely myself, I will offer you that same charity. A quick exit as our stepping stones to becoming contenders to the Project: Honor Tag Team Championships. Closer to all the gold than you'll never get here. Like I said, our failures will be greater than your victories. Take the L while you can, before there's nothing left to be salvaged in your doomed Project: Honor campaign".
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