Post by Danjon no Unmei on Sept 11, 2018 16:02:25 GMT -5
A single, solitary figure sits on top of a wall overlooking the Sea of Japan. He removes his cloaked hood and smiles; but there is warmth in the curling of his lips. For this is the dark wizard of Demon Brigade! The consort of Jorogumo herself! The co-holder of the World Tag Team Titles! This is GRIM, and where he goes malice is soon to follow.
“For one hundred and seventy sevens a shadow has fallen over the Western world. For one hundred and seventy seven days there has been the sound of weeping and gnashing of teeth by the people of North America. For one hundred and seventy seven days the Demon Brigade has held the Lions Road World Tag Team Championships hostage her in Japan, goading anyone with the courage to come to our mother land and try to take them from us!
GRIM produces his Lions Road World Tag Team title from his robe and shows it to everyone watching to see. He holds it in his hands like a holy item, something to be looked upon with admiration and worshipped. He stares back at the camera and mockingly laughs at us all with open contempt.
“We in the Demon Brigade watched as Lions Road mourned the loss of such talisman such as these championships. Even has a WALL began to form amongst its midst, the ownership chose to forge now championships, lesser titles to celebrate an empty and meaningless heritage. We, the Demon Brigade, watched as pathetic members of the Lions Road roster fought over these lesser vessels like crows over a warm corpse. Rather than bring the battle to our gates and try to reclaim what they believed stolen from them, the roster did what so many of your people have, settled for mediocrity. Rather than reach for the stars, they settled for what was most easily in their grasp.
GRIM places the title back into his robe. The smile on his face disappears and he growls.
“But even from here we have heard the war drums. A sparse few who speak about protecting their company against a foreign force, who show contempt towards those on their own who dare come to our land. The scream out for what was taken from them and proclaim they will take it back. If their words were not so filled with venom towards the people of Japan and their desire to take from us the very vessels that give the Demon Brigade such power I would find these men almost admirable, almost.
“Alexander Irvine. Justin Seville. I knew you would come! I witnessed from a far as you gained the so-called Heritage Tag Team Titles from afar but there was a hunger in your eyes that I knew would not be quenched by such insignificant baubles. You want to be viewed as heroes to your people, “not the ones they want but the ones the need”. To this you must claim back the World Tag Team Titles from me and Tokyo Zombie, as task that you may feel ready for but mark my words you are completely ill equip for.”
He lays a hand upon the wall beneath him.
“You fashion yourself as some sort of force meant to purify Lions Road, but I tell you the truth. You are like this wall I sit upon, built by my Japan’s government to stop the sea from rising and washing our people away. You might stop the coming storm for a time but you cannot stop the coming tsunami. The Demon Brigade is a force of nature that no one can truly be prepared to face. You might survive against us one on one like small waves crashing against the rocks, but together we are like a tidal wave that will sweep over you and drag you into the deep. You’re impenetrable WALL will crumble before the might and glory of the Demon Brigade!”
A wave crashing against the wall and GRIM momentarily behind the splashing water. When is dissipates, the wall is covered in cloaked individuals, among them GRIMMY Winner, Jin Hirai and Sentai. GRIM stands in front of them, cackling with cruel delight.
“Alexander Irvine! Justin Seville! Your dreams of returning home as conquering heroes will turn into a nightmare. You cannot withstand the might of Tokyo Zombie and me. You cannot withstand the might what is about to be unleashed upon you. For me are the Demon Brigade and we are many!”
“For one hundred and seventy sevens a shadow has fallen over the Western world. For one hundred and seventy seven days there has been the sound of weeping and gnashing of teeth by the people of North America. For one hundred and seventy seven days the Demon Brigade has held the Lions Road World Tag Team Championships hostage her in Japan, goading anyone with the courage to come to our mother land and try to take them from us!
GRIM produces his Lions Road World Tag Team title from his robe and shows it to everyone watching to see. He holds it in his hands like a holy item, something to be looked upon with admiration and worshipped. He stares back at the camera and mockingly laughs at us all with open contempt.
“We in the Demon Brigade watched as Lions Road mourned the loss of such talisman such as these championships. Even has a WALL began to form amongst its midst, the ownership chose to forge now championships, lesser titles to celebrate an empty and meaningless heritage. We, the Demon Brigade, watched as pathetic members of the Lions Road roster fought over these lesser vessels like crows over a warm corpse. Rather than bring the battle to our gates and try to reclaim what they believed stolen from them, the roster did what so many of your people have, settled for mediocrity. Rather than reach for the stars, they settled for what was most easily in their grasp.
GRIM places the title back into his robe. The smile on his face disappears and he growls.
“But even from here we have heard the war drums. A sparse few who speak about protecting their company against a foreign force, who show contempt towards those on their own who dare come to our land. The scream out for what was taken from them and proclaim they will take it back. If their words were not so filled with venom towards the people of Japan and their desire to take from us the very vessels that give the Demon Brigade such power I would find these men almost admirable, almost.
“Alexander Irvine. Justin Seville. I knew you would come! I witnessed from a far as you gained the so-called Heritage Tag Team Titles from afar but there was a hunger in your eyes that I knew would not be quenched by such insignificant baubles. You want to be viewed as heroes to your people, “not the ones they want but the ones the need”. To this you must claim back the World Tag Team Titles from me and Tokyo Zombie, as task that you may feel ready for but mark my words you are completely ill equip for.”
He lays a hand upon the wall beneath him.
“You fashion yourself as some sort of force meant to purify Lions Road, but I tell you the truth. You are like this wall I sit upon, built by my Japan’s government to stop the sea from rising and washing our people away. You might stop the coming storm for a time but you cannot stop the coming tsunami. The Demon Brigade is a force of nature that no one can truly be prepared to face. You might survive against us one on one like small waves crashing against the rocks, but together we are like a tidal wave that will sweep over you and drag you into the deep. You’re impenetrable WALL will crumble before the might and glory of the Demon Brigade!”
A wave crashing against the wall and GRIM momentarily behind the splashing water. When is dissipates, the wall is covered in cloaked individuals, among them GRIMMY Winner, Jin Hirai and Sentai. GRIM stands in front of them, cackling with cruel delight.
“Alexander Irvine! Justin Seville! Your dreams of returning home as conquering heroes will turn into a nightmare. You cannot withstand the might of Tokyo Zombie and me. You cannot withstand the might what is about to be unleashed upon you. For me are the Demon Brigade and we are many!”