Post by Jay Crowley on Aug 11, 2021 9:29:25 GMT -5
The following is shot in full in black and white.
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Interior: Ripped up wallpaper, an empty picture frame hanging from the wall. A black worn leather couch with a dark wooden coffee table in front of it in the centre of the room, on the table an ashtray, a decorative glass bottle filled with an unknown liquid with two glasses next to it, Jay Crowley’s mask present on table next to the glass jar.
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Already on Set: Jay Crowley, Standing behind the couch, dressed in a full black suit no tie, shirt opened slightly , Mask on the table in front of the couch, he is leaning staring off scene, right side of his face towards camera.
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Crowley scoffs as he stands with his body turned away from the camera, he looks down at the ground and shakes his head. He begins to laugh but what seemingly starts out as something that seems to be out of joy quickly deteriorates as Crowley’s face drops a look of anger and resentment coming across his face.
“For the first time since coming to this place, I will appear for the masses and the opponents they bring to me… are some of the most disgusting excuses for human beings I have seen in my life. Three men all driven by materialism and fundamentally flawed ideologies, each more pathetic than the last. Mr. Hednir, you seem to be very proud of your nordic heritage, embracing the way of the vikings of the past, tell me…”
Crowley turns looking straight into the camera, adjusting his body to lean forward with his arms resting on the couch as he looks directly at the camera.
“How can you be so proud of such evil, violent, savage, malicious people? To embrace the ways of the pillaging cowardice that comes from those who once ruled the nordic seas you must certainly understand the destructive nature from which they came. You talk about the battles of warriors but in my mind… you are no warrior. You see, Warriors have some level of respect, some level of honor but the vikings that which you model yourself after were nothing more than violent savages who attempted to mask their savagery with foolish ceremonies as if to create some faux elegance while they continued to ravage the lands and destroy the lives of those living peacefully and slaughtering thousands. That blood that runs from their horrors and their sins, that is the blood you carry on your hands Hednir… and yet you celebrate that. You enjoy the fact that you are the one who bears this legacy and you relish that yet you say there’s something you don’t like about me? Let me assure you while the feeling is mutual, the pain I inflict upon my opponents is not unjustified. It is the comeuppance earned from the life of sin that they continue to live and the legacies of the damned that they continue to honor. I do not wish to break you because breaking you would entail that I would leave nothing behind but a feeble man unable to cope with his failures. What I look to do is to make you understand your crimes and your foolish ideology, teach you to understand all your failings and destructive nature… I will make you succumb to your sins through pain and you will truly understand your failings.”
Crowley begins to walk around the room, walking over to the table he picks up his mask looking at it.
“Then there’s… Big Drip Productions… my god where to even begin with you two? You two are just disgusting. I would barely call you human, the amount of sins coming off of you, it’s as if you two seem to believe that there is nothing more in this life than materialism. You’re only thinking about making money, doing what you can to sell your records I'm sure. It’s really quite sad that people like you exist. You live a life of sin and then attempt to make it up with charisma and fortune… you truly are the scum of the earth. You two have been surprisingly quiet, considering I'd expect from the two of you at least one of you boasting about yourselves and your accomplishments or whatever other sewage may spew out of your mouths. I do appreciate it though, understanding that your words would do nothing but pollute the air that we stand in. You two aren’t even worth dissecting as I do not find you to be of much interest, I will give you what you deserve when we face off in the ring and nothing more. You will face your punishment for the lives you lead and there will be nothing that you can do to stop me from doing so. That does it for my opponents but I supposed I should discuss my allies for this match up.”
Crowley places the mask down on the table before taking a seat on the couch as he then begins to pour himself a drink.
“Jormungandr, the world serpent, child of loki who when it releases its own tale from underneath the oceans, Ragnarok will begin. The world will fall into destruction, chaos and entropy when Jormungandr rises… that is what I seek to achieve with Shelldrake here in Project: Honor. I do not particularly have a high lust for gold like many others in this company do but I will pursue championship “glory” in order to take what you all see as valuable away from you. To keep you forced away from you all rightfully view as yours and as a part of Jormungandr, I will make that so. Shelldrake and I only briefly met initially but I do hold some level of respect for him as while he does live a life of vices and sin, he seems to understand that and he also seems to be interested in punishing others for doing the same. While that may be slightly hypocritical of him, I do view him as a valuable ally and while the two of us are in Project: Honor together, the tag team division will be put into a state of chaos as we tear through all the favourites, the beloved teams held dear by many of you and we set out to conquer the division so you all can understand what exactly you have done.”
Crowley takes a sip of his drink before placing it back down, he then leans back into the couch sitting back.
“There is however one other person who I am looking at. Our partner for the evening, Arata Asakura. At this event we will be teaming but in a short while, we will be opponents as we both seek to take the currently vacated tag team championships. Asakura-San, I cannot say that I am fond of you at all. Your mentality is quite surface level, a hatred of foreigners for nationalistic pride is something I cannot understand as I see it as such a foolish outlook on things. That being said, on this occasion we are partners and thus I will put my grievances aside to make sure that we are successful as a unit. I hope you will do the same but I understand that pettiness is something many people find difficult to overcome. Please, prove to me that you are somebody who is capable of that… if not then I’ll simply deal with you when the time comes.”
Crowley Leans forward looking into the camera
“Now with that all said, this is simply a preview of what we have planned. Jormungandr will look to take the entirety of this Proving Ground and rip it to pieces, teaching you all the ways of your sins in doing so. You stand in front of me the unwashed, disgusting cretons who believe in their causes but what will happen is that you will be torn apart, you will fall at my feet and you will be swallowed up by Jormungandr. TJ, Ulf, Sauce, your reckoning is coming and there is nothing you can do to stop it. I will see you all very soon as I lay my judgement upon you.”
Crowley stands up taking one final sip of his drink before placing it down back on the table, he buttons his suit jacket before walking away leaving the room as the scene fades to black with a message sent to his opponents for this upcoming match up.
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