Re: BROKEN CHAMELEON CIRCUIT
[CuTTo: A study in some rent-to-film fancyfaced mansion somewhere in the skirt of Sydney, Australia. Books galore, a schweet lookin' oak desk with a grooved-in dragon's head design on its front. Lit to set the mood, a fireplace with an oversized recliner adjacent to a silver platter of kiwi fruit. There sits a man of junior-heavyweight ambitions, masked in an orange and black dragon mask, dressed in a starched white-ruffled dressshirt you could associate more with broadway than that of a professional wrestler. Orange Dragon II, indentity known only by the original Orange Dragon of Puresoru Fame in Kobe, Japan has come to take upon a monumental feat.]
Dragon II: [feet reclined, precious minutes wasted] Hai, Frontiermen. From the ancient stoned-corrals of medieval fable, comes the successor to the most magnificent of all Puroseru warrior. It is I, Orange Dragon II, flown from afar the Japan shores to spread the fire of one's hidden empire.--
[One can assume a smile under the hood of Orange Dragon, yet you can see no hint of eyes, nose nor lips. Perfectly concealed in an elaborate design of the dragon, Ladon.]
Dragon II: It seems there rests untested rapids in this vapid Frontier. For the world was challenged, and other-worldly does most to reciprocate such initiative. So be it for civilized lore to travel such distance to create a melting nexxus of Frontiersmen scratching their hands into the charred remains of befallen peer and neighbor. You thermoplastic of souls need take shelter from the orange fires that rage truth from the true Orange Dragon, the heir to Junior-Heavyweight dominance.
[Ponders, as for a brief second, then tosses a handful of popcorn kernels into the fireplace.]
Dragon II: Popcorn. Once heated, produces delectible treats. I aspire to accomplish much the same feat, as I scorch my verbal wisdom and assault the ahem so-cleverly self addressed New Frontier. Hai, it shall be brand new come the flight of one of Kobe, Japan's most majestic of lores. No Junior-Heavyweight of this Frontier has been pushed to such body-scorched physical want of thirst. Hunger, Thirst-- what New Frontiersman has more-so than the Dragon, who can nay be slayed nor downplayed by haughty jokes nor fluff histories of this so bland plain? Precisely my aim of point.
[Stifles a yawn under his mask. Standing up, he stands a less than spectacular 5'11, like I said.--True Jr. Heavyweight. As the fireplace crackles with Orville's Delight, he continues seemingly disinterested.]
Dragon II: It is no mystery as to why The Frontier seeks out from their drag-knuckled homes. They search true Flight Masters, -- illustrators of a book that actually matters of its content, such as these thousands in this very Study, who can truly back such claims of being Worldly Warriors. Heavens have not opened for this Frontier, not until they dutifully acknowledge that Orange Dragon II is the future heir of this rather unstable empire. [Laughing, a heavy hint that he is Japanese.] It is rather laughable how World Challengers cannot master the task of keeping their internal affairs from being over-run by Windhams, Hellfire Clubs and forgive me, likely a few other clump of angsted thieves. -- Pretenders, the lot.
Dragon II: This is me waiting, - for you, any of you. To speak of why you deserve the opportunity to compete in the new, much-more improved Junior-Heavyweight division. Collectively, an uninspired collection of good, but unspectacular. You may say, 'Who am I to state such retort?'-- Well, who are you to collectively be so ego-driven to call out the other-worldly? The time to stand your ground is fast-approaching, and I can not wait to see which inferior Junior Heavyweight comes forth.
[A rather annoying, heel-forced laugh. He points at the fireplace as it sizzles.]
Dragon II: Popcorn, the lot of you! Pop, POPpop. -- But so little else.
[So it begins, Orange Dragon II has thrown his hood into the Sydney Brawl.]
Jared Borchard- DEF
Orange Dragon II - NFW
Funicide: Cliff Litherland & Keith Scalzo - IGC [coming soon]