Post by SinclairGodfrey on May 26, 2021 23:19:28 GMT -5
A candle flickers and flares to life, revealing the same dusty and dark room that Donzig and Sinclair usually appear from. The camera focuses in on Sinclair lounging in one of those old wingback chairs in grainy black and white. And she absently lifts her hand, brushing back her hair before flashing that devil may care grin of hers before she speaks. 'Commandrix, I know you will see this. And I want you to know that on June 8th? You will be facing me inside of that ring. And you will fare as well as your precious Dark Stars did against Donzig and the Freakke.'
Sinclair shifted, rolling her shoulders as she sat forward. Edging closer to the camera, and she smiled again. 'I am not scared of you. I have seen the dark places, and stared into the endless dark of the Abyss. You are nothing to me, Commandrix. These others? They may fear you, they may respect you, and they may ahate you? But to me? You're nothing, you are just something in my way. And I am going to move you out of my path, just one more obstacle between me and my destiny!'
She leaned back again, lifting her hand to stare at it as her fingers moved slowly and absently. Her lips drew back in a faint smirk, and she looked at the camera once more. 'You see? I can't really lose. You may defeat me inside of that ring, you might pin me. But what does that prove, Commandrix? You're a former Amazons Champion, you're a gladiator from space! The best you can do is beating a poor little rich girl that Donzig decided to train on a whim? Is that something to celebrate from the vaunted servant of Shaakar? Is that your answer to Donzig's mockery? To me calling you out?'
A laugh, and Sinclair shook her head. 'So what if I win? Well, Commandrix. That means I defeated a former Champion, that means you were beat by me in my first XHF match. That means that the feared Commandrix was beaten by a rookie. That means that you are just a stepping stone. All I have to do is give you a fight that you will never forget, and I win either way. I can't lose, Commandrix. I gain either way, and either way? You lose.'
Sinclair laughed again, a mocking sound as her hand lifted to hide her smile. A shrug of her shouldes, and she leaned forward again shifting in her coat. A hand lifting to slowly let her fingers dance across the flame of the candle. 'People like to think they understand us, that they know what we are up to. But we are the Children of the Hungry Dark, we hear the call of the Void, and dance to the tune of Oblivion. We are chaos, and we are ruin. And you? Commandrix, you're just another piece in the game. I have you where I want you.'
Her hand paused, palm hovering over the dancing flame before her head tilted. Then she drew back, and shook her head before that smile came back. 'But there is someone else, I need to speak with. And that is Isabelle Rios.'
Sinclair leaned back, her fingers steepiing before her as they tapped against her chin. Her eyes were half closed in thought, and then they opened again before she leaned closer to the camera. 'If you can pull yourself away from Instagram, Champ? I want you to know that I will fight you whenever you can tear yourself away from your mojitos and swimsuit models to meet me in the ring. You can put your title on the line, or not! Because you are in a worse no win scenario than poor Commandrix. You see if I beat you? I beat the Amazons Champion, I beat the great Isabel Rios! And if you beat me? You--' Sinclair smirked again. '--beat someone with two matches. You're a stepping stone just like Commandrix, a means to an end. You just happen to have what I want.'
She snorted, and shook her head. 'I am sure that your two loser friends will make some clever jokes, maybe compare me to some supervillian or another. Won't that be amusing? But Isabel, you and Commandrix will both learn something very soon. There are no heroes, there are no saviors, there is only the Dark. There is only the cold embrace of the Void, and it's endless screams.'
She fell silent, and sat back again as her hands rose to steeple under her chin. 'Isabel, I want you to come to Halifax. I want you to come in here and have a seat at the ringside, right there at center stage. And I want you to see what I do to Commandrix, I want you to see what I do to your worst enemy. I want you to watch as I drag your greatest rival to the edge of oblivion!'
A pause.
'Commandrix, I want you to look up battered and beaten. And I want you to see your old enemy watching you go down in defeat, I want you to look in her eyes and see nothing but contempt and fear. But not fear of you, fear of me, fear of the one who did these things to you. I want her to witness her future in looking at what I do to you! Because one way or another, win or lose, I am coming! I am coming for what is mine! For what I want!'
In an odd echo of her mentor, Sinclair's voice had risen to a near scream. An angry shriek, and her hand slammed down on the battered table. Her motion toppled the candle, and hot wax ran across the wood before the flame guttered and died. The room was plunged into darkness, and Sinclair's mocking laugh echoed in those shadows. 'The Dark is coming for you both.'
Sinclair shifted, rolling her shoulders as she sat forward. Edging closer to the camera, and she smiled again. 'I am not scared of you. I have seen the dark places, and stared into the endless dark of the Abyss. You are nothing to me, Commandrix. These others? They may fear you, they may respect you, and they may ahate you? But to me? You're nothing, you are just something in my way. And I am going to move you out of my path, just one more obstacle between me and my destiny!'
She leaned back again, lifting her hand to stare at it as her fingers moved slowly and absently. Her lips drew back in a faint smirk, and she looked at the camera once more. 'You see? I can't really lose. You may defeat me inside of that ring, you might pin me. But what does that prove, Commandrix? You're a former Amazons Champion, you're a gladiator from space! The best you can do is beating a poor little rich girl that Donzig decided to train on a whim? Is that something to celebrate from the vaunted servant of Shaakar? Is that your answer to Donzig's mockery? To me calling you out?'
A laugh, and Sinclair shook her head. 'So what if I win? Well, Commandrix. That means I defeated a former Champion, that means you were beat by me in my first XHF match. That means that the feared Commandrix was beaten by a rookie. That means that you are just a stepping stone. All I have to do is give you a fight that you will never forget, and I win either way. I can't lose, Commandrix. I gain either way, and either way? You lose.'
Sinclair laughed again, a mocking sound as her hand lifted to hide her smile. A shrug of her shouldes, and she leaned forward again shifting in her coat. A hand lifting to slowly let her fingers dance across the flame of the candle. 'People like to think they understand us, that they know what we are up to. But we are the Children of the Hungry Dark, we hear the call of the Void, and dance to the tune of Oblivion. We are chaos, and we are ruin. And you? Commandrix, you're just another piece in the game. I have you where I want you.'
Her hand paused, palm hovering over the dancing flame before her head tilted. Then she drew back, and shook her head before that smile came back. 'But there is someone else, I need to speak with. And that is Isabelle Rios.'
Sinclair leaned back, her fingers steepiing before her as they tapped against her chin. Her eyes were half closed in thought, and then they opened again before she leaned closer to the camera. 'If you can pull yourself away from Instagram, Champ? I want you to know that I will fight you whenever you can tear yourself away from your mojitos and swimsuit models to meet me in the ring. You can put your title on the line, or not! Because you are in a worse no win scenario than poor Commandrix. You see if I beat you? I beat the Amazons Champion, I beat the great Isabel Rios! And if you beat me? You--' Sinclair smirked again. '--beat someone with two matches. You're a stepping stone just like Commandrix, a means to an end. You just happen to have what I want.'
She snorted, and shook her head. 'I am sure that your two loser friends will make some clever jokes, maybe compare me to some supervillian or another. Won't that be amusing? But Isabel, you and Commandrix will both learn something very soon. There are no heroes, there are no saviors, there is only the Dark. There is only the cold embrace of the Void, and it's endless screams.'
She fell silent, and sat back again as her hands rose to steeple under her chin. 'Isabel, I want you to come to Halifax. I want you to come in here and have a seat at the ringside, right there at center stage. And I want you to see what I do to Commandrix, I want you to see what I do to your worst enemy. I want you to watch as I drag your greatest rival to the edge of oblivion!'
A pause.
'Commandrix, I want you to look up battered and beaten. And I want you to see your old enemy watching you go down in defeat, I want you to look in her eyes and see nothing but contempt and fear. But not fear of you, fear of me, fear of the one who did these things to you. I want her to witness her future in looking at what I do to you! Because one way or another, win or lose, I am coming! I am coming for what is mine! For what I want!'
In an odd echo of her mentor, Sinclair's voice had risen to a near scream. An angry shriek, and her hand slammed down on the battered table. Her motion toppled the candle, and hot wax ran across the wood before the flame guttered and died. The room was plunged into darkness, and Sinclair's mocking laugh echoed in those shadows. 'The Dark is coming for you both.'
