Post by SinclairGodfrey on May 30, 2021 12:19:26 GMT -5
The Past...
The crowd in the arena was cheering as Chelsea Howard stumbled across the ring, blood streaked her face and hair as she sagged against the ropes. The match had been long and brutal, and the fans had slowly turned on their proud champion. Sinclair Godfrey's lips curled back in a smirk as she wiped blood from her face, and pursued her opponent without mercy. She had been born again like Donzig had promised, without weakness, and without mercy.
She grabbed a fistful of hair, and sneered at Chelsea's friends at ringside. Then she delivered a hard clothesline, sending the taller woman to the mate. Chelsea Howard was finished, her reign over NECW was over. She would no longer be the Queen of York, that title would soon belong to the woman she had sent crying into an alley. Sinclair threw her hands into the air, and the crowd cheered as she stalked around the fallen Champion. One of her friends climbed the ring, trying to interrupt the match and Sinclair watched them from the corner of her eye.
And at the last minute she spun around, driving a spinning heel kick into her face. The crowd cheered, and she wiped her forearm across her jaw. It was time to end this, a voice purred in her mind. It was not her voice, but his. She nodded to herself, and crossed the ring to place her boot under Chelsea's chin as she slowly rose. Lifting her fallen enemy upwards, and then once Chelsea was on her feet.
She stepped back, and then came forward with a vicious kick right to her chin. Chelsea dropped like a rock, and Sinclair planted a single boot on her chest as she counted with the ref as the crowd roared.
It was over, and they shoved that women's title into her hands as she grinned. Donzig himself clapped from his position by the stairs, clearly approving her efforts as she held the belt over her head with a single hand. She had done it, she had proved she was more than some poor little spoiled rich girl who was doing this on a whim. And she draped the bel across her shoulder before she walked over to push her fallen foe from inside of the ring with a boot.
York now belonged to Sinclair Godfrey.
'Aces High' by Iron Maiden started to blast across the arena, and she spun around to see the NECW Heavyweight Champion Thomas Arness walking down to the ring. He was clearly furious, shaking his head before he stepped around the fallen Chelsea Howard and her lackies before he grabbed a mic. He rolled his huge shoulders, and stomped into the ring before he motioned for them to cut his music. His eyes narrowed on her, and then he glared over at Donzig. 'Hey, you think you're pretty bloody clever don't you? Coming in here, and making this our bleeding champion like it is some kind of joke! I never liked you BWA types, and I like you least of all, yeah? You aren't even British! You aren't one of us!'
The crowd cheered, though a few seemed annoyed by Arness' rant. And Donzig said nothing as he stood there, just staring at the huge man with a flat expression. Sinclair looked between them, and tightened her fingers on her belt as the big man nodded to himself. 'Yeah, they even say that you are the greatest bloody BWA British Champion who ever was, and look at you? You look like a bloody wanker! Someone is taking the piss! And now you have made some so called bloody baroness, some tart! Our--'
Arness quit talking as Donzig slid into the ring, quick as a serpent. He came up on his feet, and stepped closer to Arness. Sinclair saw the anger in those eyes, and his cheek was twitching as he grabbed the mic from the ring announcer. 'Boy, you can say whatever the fuck you want about me. But if you say one more word about her? I am going to send you out of this ring in pieces.'
Arness' lip curled, and he snorted a laugh. 'You think I'm scared of you, little man? Yeah? Like an old broken down man like you can defeat Tommy 'Aces High' Arness? You couldn't even win the world title in CWA, but I am supposed to be afraid of you? You're a bloody joke, the American Destoyer. Who the bloody hell do you think you are gonna destroy right now? You and your little who-'
The fist came in fast, and Sinclair nearly missed it as it drove hard into Arness' face. His head snapped back and he staggered a step, shaking his head in disbelief as he rubbed at his jaw. He was staring, and Donzig ripped off his jacket before his shirt went flying with a storm of buttons. His eyes were furious pits, and his lips were drawn into a grim line as he motioned her out of the ring. Sinclair slid from the ring, holding her belt as the hulking Arness lifted his mic.
'You want a fight, old man? I'll bloody give you one!' Arness threw the mic, and his belt to charge across the ring. His huge fists battered at Donzig, and he threw him into the corner. Then he charged in for a huge splash, and then another. Donzig sagged against the ropes, and the crowd was going wild as he shook his head. But Sinclair saw he was laughing, a quiet cold chuckle as Arness posed for the crowd. He came in again, and grabbed Donzig to fling him at the ropes.
And he came off the ropes, catching Arness across the throat with a slingblade. The big man staggered, dropping to his knees as Donzig paused to look back at him, and then for the first time Sinclair saw it. The darkness he had told her about, the cold merciless hatred and bitterness that drove Donzig ever further. He licked his lips, rubbing at his chin as Arness started to rise. And then he was in motion, driving a shoulder into the big man's knee to topple him back to the mat. The crowd fell silent, and he started to stomp and kick at Tommy Arness. A string of obscenity and curses spewing from his mouth as he battered the larger man before he spun away, his hands thrown to the sides as he screamed at the crowd. 'ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?'
The fans roared, screaming for blood as Donzig laughed insanely. Sinclair stared, shivering as her mentor was changing before her eyes. Becoming something less than human, or maybe more. Arness charged in as he turned, and Donzig took the blow even as his arm wrapped around the man's throat. He hit the ropes, but the Guillotine was locked in. He snarled, tightening the hold as Arness struggled to get free. And his words whispered to Sinclair, echoes from their training.
No matter how big they are, if they can't breathe? They can't fucking fight.
He held the hold until 4, and then broke it. Arness stumbled away, and the ref tried to get clear before Donzig launched back in. He was like a man possessed, and his knee crashed into Arness' face. Another blow followed, and the big man was staggering before Donzig grabbed him to spin him around. A DDT followed, and Arness was in trouble as he gasped for air.
He shook his head, trying to get clear of the cobwebs as Donzig stared down at him. His eyes narrowed, and he looked out over the crowd before he met Sinclair's gaze. And she shivered, she could see that the man inside the ring was not the man who had trained her for months. That that man was gone, and someone else was wearing his face like a mask. And he watched without a word as Arness rolled over, slowly pushing himself to his feet. He stumbled, shaking his head as he tried to clear his mind before he moved back into the fight. He threw punches, but only a few connected as Donzig led him in before he snapped the bigger man into the ropes.
He came off, and then was crashing down as Donzig leapt at him. Raining punches on his face and head as he screamed again, just vile curses of pure rage. Then he rose, glaring at the cheering crowd before he stepped over to lock on the Cloverleaf on Arness. He yanked hard on those limbs, pulling back as Arness started to tap. His hand hammering the mat, and the fans were going wild as the ref tried to pull Donzig off. He broke the hold, throwing a single fist in the air before he spat angrily.
He glanced at Sinclair, and then back at Arness. And she yelled, she knew that was not over. But she knew that he wasn't listening, that it did not care. Tommy Arness was hauled to his feet, and Donzig growled as he slowly lifted the huge man into the air. His body trembled as it was only pure anger and bitter hatred that allowed him this feat. He staggered under the weight, and then he drove Arness down on the turnbuckle with a brainbuster. The huge champion bounced hard, and then crashed to the outside mat as the crowd kept screaming.
Sinclair screamed from behind her hand, staring as Donzig climbed the turnbuckle to stare down at the broken form of Arness. And his words echoed in her mind, 'Slam. Monroe. Voss. They have to pay for what they've done.'
His eyes met hers, and his lips lifted in a wild grin. Sinclair stared into that face, into those eyes, and the Scourge stared back at her.
The crowd in the arena was cheering as Chelsea Howard stumbled across the ring, blood streaked her face and hair as she sagged against the ropes. The match had been long and brutal, and the fans had slowly turned on their proud champion. Sinclair Godfrey's lips curled back in a smirk as she wiped blood from her face, and pursued her opponent without mercy. She had been born again like Donzig had promised, without weakness, and without mercy.
She grabbed a fistful of hair, and sneered at Chelsea's friends at ringside. Then she delivered a hard clothesline, sending the taller woman to the mate. Chelsea Howard was finished, her reign over NECW was over. She would no longer be the Queen of York, that title would soon belong to the woman she had sent crying into an alley. Sinclair threw her hands into the air, and the crowd cheered as she stalked around the fallen Champion. One of her friends climbed the ring, trying to interrupt the match and Sinclair watched them from the corner of her eye.
And at the last minute she spun around, driving a spinning heel kick into her face. The crowd cheered, and she wiped her forearm across her jaw. It was time to end this, a voice purred in her mind. It was not her voice, but his. She nodded to herself, and crossed the ring to place her boot under Chelsea's chin as she slowly rose. Lifting her fallen enemy upwards, and then once Chelsea was on her feet.
She stepped back, and then came forward with a vicious kick right to her chin. Chelsea dropped like a rock, and Sinclair planted a single boot on her chest as she counted with the ref as the crowd roared.
It was over, and they shoved that women's title into her hands as she grinned. Donzig himself clapped from his position by the stairs, clearly approving her efforts as she held the belt over her head with a single hand. She had done it, she had proved she was more than some poor little spoiled rich girl who was doing this on a whim. And she draped the bel across her shoulder before she walked over to push her fallen foe from inside of the ring with a boot.
York now belonged to Sinclair Godfrey.
'Aces High' by Iron Maiden started to blast across the arena, and she spun around to see the NECW Heavyweight Champion Thomas Arness walking down to the ring. He was clearly furious, shaking his head before he stepped around the fallen Chelsea Howard and her lackies before he grabbed a mic. He rolled his huge shoulders, and stomped into the ring before he motioned for them to cut his music. His eyes narrowed on her, and then he glared over at Donzig. 'Hey, you think you're pretty bloody clever don't you? Coming in here, and making this our bleeding champion like it is some kind of joke! I never liked you BWA types, and I like you least of all, yeah? You aren't even British! You aren't one of us!'
The crowd cheered, though a few seemed annoyed by Arness' rant. And Donzig said nothing as he stood there, just staring at the huge man with a flat expression. Sinclair looked between them, and tightened her fingers on her belt as the big man nodded to himself. 'Yeah, they even say that you are the greatest bloody BWA British Champion who ever was, and look at you? You look like a bloody wanker! Someone is taking the piss! And now you have made some so called bloody baroness, some tart! Our--'
Arness quit talking as Donzig slid into the ring, quick as a serpent. He came up on his feet, and stepped closer to Arness. Sinclair saw the anger in those eyes, and his cheek was twitching as he grabbed the mic from the ring announcer. 'Boy, you can say whatever the fuck you want about me. But if you say one more word about her? I am going to send you out of this ring in pieces.'
Arness' lip curled, and he snorted a laugh. 'You think I'm scared of you, little man? Yeah? Like an old broken down man like you can defeat Tommy 'Aces High' Arness? You couldn't even win the world title in CWA, but I am supposed to be afraid of you? You're a bloody joke, the American Destoyer. Who the bloody hell do you think you are gonna destroy right now? You and your little who-'
The fist came in fast, and Sinclair nearly missed it as it drove hard into Arness' face. His head snapped back and he staggered a step, shaking his head in disbelief as he rubbed at his jaw. He was staring, and Donzig ripped off his jacket before his shirt went flying with a storm of buttons. His eyes were furious pits, and his lips were drawn into a grim line as he motioned her out of the ring. Sinclair slid from the ring, holding her belt as the hulking Arness lifted his mic.
'You want a fight, old man? I'll bloody give you one!' Arness threw the mic, and his belt to charge across the ring. His huge fists battered at Donzig, and he threw him into the corner. Then he charged in for a huge splash, and then another. Donzig sagged against the ropes, and the crowd was going wild as he shook his head. But Sinclair saw he was laughing, a quiet cold chuckle as Arness posed for the crowd. He came in again, and grabbed Donzig to fling him at the ropes.
And he came off the ropes, catching Arness across the throat with a slingblade. The big man staggered, dropping to his knees as Donzig paused to look back at him, and then for the first time Sinclair saw it. The darkness he had told her about, the cold merciless hatred and bitterness that drove Donzig ever further. He licked his lips, rubbing at his chin as Arness started to rise. And then he was in motion, driving a shoulder into the big man's knee to topple him back to the mat. The crowd fell silent, and he started to stomp and kick at Tommy Arness. A string of obscenity and curses spewing from his mouth as he battered the larger man before he spun away, his hands thrown to the sides as he screamed at the crowd. 'ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?'
The fans roared, screaming for blood as Donzig laughed insanely. Sinclair stared, shivering as her mentor was changing before her eyes. Becoming something less than human, or maybe more. Arness charged in as he turned, and Donzig took the blow even as his arm wrapped around the man's throat. He hit the ropes, but the Guillotine was locked in. He snarled, tightening the hold as Arness struggled to get free. And his words whispered to Sinclair, echoes from their training.
No matter how big they are, if they can't breathe? They can't fucking fight.
He held the hold until 4, and then broke it. Arness stumbled away, and the ref tried to get clear before Donzig launched back in. He was like a man possessed, and his knee crashed into Arness' face. Another blow followed, and the big man was staggering before Donzig grabbed him to spin him around. A DDT followed, and Arness was in trouble as he gasped for air.
He shook his head, trying to get clear of the cobwebs as Donzig stared down at him. His eyes narrowed, and he looked out over the crowd before he met Sinclair's gaze. And she shivered, she could see that the man inside the ring was not the man who had trained her for months. That that man was gone, and someone else was wearing his face like a mask. And he watched without a word as Arness rolled over, slowly pushing himself to his feet. He stumbled, shaking his head as he tried to clear his mind before he moved back into the fight. He threw punches, but only a few connected as Donzig led him in before he snapped the bigger man into the ropes.
He came off, and then was crashing down as Donzig leapt at him. Raining punches on his face and head as he screamed again, just vile curses of pure rage. Then he rose, glaring at the cheering crowd before he stepped over to lock on the Cloverleaf on Arness. He yanked hard on those limbs, pulling back as Arness started to tap. His hand hammering the mat, and the fans were going wild as the ref tried to pull Donzig off. He broke the hold, throwing a single fist in the air before he spat angrily.
He glanced at Sinclair, and then back at Arness. And she yelled, she knew that was not over. But she knew that he wasn't listening, that it did not care. Tommy Arness was hauled to his feet, and Donzig growled as he slowly lifted the huge man into the air. His body trembled as it was only pure anger and bitter hatred that allowed him this feat. He staggered under the weight, and then he drove Arness down on the turnbuckle with a brainbuster. The huge champion bounced hard, and then crashed to the outside mat as the crowd kept screaming.
Sinclair screamed from behind her hand, staring as Donzig climbed the turnbuckle to stare down at the broken form of Arness. And his words echoed in her mind, 'Slam. Monroe. Voss. They have to pay for what they've done.'
His eyes met hers, and his lips lifted in a wild grin. Sinclair stared into that face, into those eyes, and the Scourge stared back at her.
