Post by SinclairGodfrey on Jun 2, 2021 20:35:11 GMT -5
Sinclair Godfrey stood in a hallway, a few large posters of previous events hung on the walls in neat frames. And she leaned against the wall beside a door, a faint smile on her lips as she tilted her head. There came a grunt and some thuds from somewhere, followed by someone talking rather calmly followed by a yell and more thumping. One of the posters shook on the walls, and she shrugged. 'I seem to have upset two of my dear colleagues here in NPW. Let's start with you, Rios.'
That smile faded, and Sinclair raked her hair back from her shoulder. 'How fast we went from fighting anywhere, anytime, title on the line or not--' Sinclair lifted a hand, flicking her fingers before she smirked. '--to you haven't earned it. Newsflash, Isabel, I am the herald of the Void, I am the apprentice of the Scourge! I don't earn anything, I take! And you are living on borrowed time. In fact, maybe we will see you at the Anzac Cup!'
The door banged, and Sinclair glanced at it before there was the sound of more banging. Sounded like metal on flesh, and someone was gurgling for air. She sniffed, rolling her eyes before she continued with a glance at her nails. 'Won't that be pleasant? I know someone is just dying to meet you, Rios.'
A pause, as the door popped open and an arm emerged from it. It clawed at the dry wall, clearly trying to escape the room as it fought with the door. But then the door slammed shut on it, once, twice, and a third time. And then it was yanked back inside, and the door shook again as that oddly loud yet very calm voice was speaking again. Sinclair shook her head, and then continued. 'Commandrix. Ah, Commandrix! I am sorry, I thought you were once a champion. I should have known better, I really should have. I should have known with the caliber of talent around here that you would always be coming up short.'
Sinclair laughed, and held up her fingers a bit apart. And then the door burst open, and a battered Rick Gallagher crawled from inside. His shirt was ripped and torn, and he was bleeding as he clawed at the carpet. Sinclair stepped back from him, frowning slightly as he stared up at her. He flipped her off a moment before a hockey stick snapped from inside of the room. It hooked around his throat, choking him as he was slowly dragged back inside. The door banged shut, and Sinclair shrugged. 'Excuse that rude interruption, Commandrix. I am working on a little surprise for dear Rios. But much like Isabel, you seem to have taken my words to heart. I promise you that I know that the past doesn't mean anything in the present.'
A shrug, and she smoothed her coat absently as more thumping came from inside of the room. 'You don't need to worry about what I did in the past, and you don't need to worry about what I am doing now. But, Commandrix you need to worry about what I will do in the future. And what I am going to do in the future? Is put you down in the center of that ring like the sad little creature you are! I notice that you and your Dark Stars are missing the Anzac Cup, which doesn't really surprise me. Because you know that maybe, just maybe? You're not all they say you are. That maybe, just maybe you're a little washed up.'
Sinclair gave a laugh, and flashed a wicked grin at the camera. And that smile faded as she sniffed, and her lip again curled into a sneer. 'After all you got your asses beat by a team named Donkke.' A pause, and Sinclair glanced nervously at the door for a long moment. Then she shook her head as something bounced off the door followed by a groan, and she glanced back at the camera. 'By the way, Commandrix don't think this business between Donzig and the Dark Stars is over just yet. He has been in a foul mood since the Battle Royale, and that is just one more reason I intend to take my annoyance out on you. Like I said before, you're in a no win scenario. You're a stepping stone.'
Sinclair shrugged, smiling to herself as she glanced at the door. It banged open, and Donzig stalked out with a scowl on his face. A bent and broken steel chair in his hand as he took a deep breath, shoulders rolling before he paused to take his mask from Sinclair Godfrey. He held it up, slowly tugging it into place before he dropped the chair to the floor with a shake of his head. He reached back and slammed the door shut behind him, but the glimpse into the room showed a mess of broken equipment and scattered clothes. And the limp battered and bloody forms of the Barnburners, he hissed to himself before Sinclair glanced back at the camera. 'Oh, were these your friends, Rios? Isn't that odd that Donzig was thinking about how annoyed he is with the Dark Stars and just happened to find your two clowns? Isn't it strange how that worked out? But don't worry, Isabel.'
Sinclair winked impishly, holding her coat out as she stepped away from the wall before she let it fall again. 'I will be taking care of your old friend, Commandrix. And after you see what I do to the 'not a Champion, and never will be' alien overlord? You and I can settle it inside the ring, because I think you will find that I have more than earned it now haven't I?'
Sinclair laughed mockingly, shaking her head before she reached out to lay a hand on Donzig's shoulder before they started off down the hall. 'Good luck, champ.'
That smile faded, and Sinclair raked her hair back from her shoulder. 'How fast we went from fighting anywhere, anytime, title on the line or not--' Sinclair lifted a hand, flicking her fingers before she smirked. '--to you haven't earned it. Newsflash, Isabel, I am the herald of the Void, I am the apprentice of the Scourge! I don't earn anything, I take! And you are living on borrowed time. In fact, maybe we will see you at the Anzac Cup!'
The door banged, and Sinclair glanced at it before there was the sound of more banging. Sounded like metal on flesh, and someone was gurgling for air. She sniffed, rolling her eyes before she continued with a glance at her nails. 'Won't that be pleasant? I know someone is just dying to meet you, Rios.'
A pause, as the door popped open and an arm emerged from it. It clawed at the dry wall, clearly trying to escape the room as it fought with the door. But then the door slammed shut on it, once, twice, and a third time. And then it was yanked back inside, and the door shook again as that oddly loud yet very calm voice was speaking again. Sinclair shook her head, and then continued. 'Commandrix. Ah, Commandrix! I am sorry, I thought you were once a champion. I should have known better, I really should have. I should have known with the caliber of talent around here that you would always be coming up short.'
Sinclair laughed, and held up her fingers a bit apart. And then the door burst open, and a battered Rick Gallagher crawled from inside. His shirt was ripped and torn, and he was bleeding as he clawed at the carpet. Sinclair stepped back from him, frowning slightly as he stared up at her. He flipped her off a moment before a hockey stick snapped from inside of the room. It hooked around his throat, choking him as he was slowly dragged back inside. The door banged shut, and Sinclair shrugged. 'Excuse that rude interruption, Commandrix. I am working on a little surprise for dear Rios. But much like Isabel, you seem to have taken my words to heart. I promise you that I know that the past doesn't mean anything in the present.'
A shrug, and she smoothed her coat absently as more thumping came from inside of the room. 'You don't need to worry about what I did in the past, and you don't need to worry about what I am doing now. But, Commandrix you need to worry about what I will do in the future. And what I am going to do in the future? Is put you down in the center of that ring like the sad little creature you are! I notice that you and your Dark Stars are missing the Anzac Cup, which doesn't really surprise me. Because you know that maybe, just maybe? You're not all they say you are. That maybe, just maybe you're a little washed up.'
Sinclair gave a laugh, and flashed a wicked grin at the camera. And that smile faded as she sniffed, and her lip again curled into a sneer. 'After all you got your asses beat by a team named Donkke.' A pause, and Sinclair glanced nervously at the door for a long moment. Then she shook her head as something bounced off the door followed by a groan, and she glanced back at the camera. 'By the way, Commandrix don't think this business between Donzig and the Dark Stars is over just yet. He has been in a foul mood since the Battle Royale, and that is just one more reason I intend to take my annoyance out on you. Like I said before, you're in a no win scenario. You're a stepping stone.'
Sinclair shrugged, smiling to herself as she glanced at the door. It banged open, and Donzig stalked out with a scowl on his face. A bent and broken steel chair in his hand as he took a deep breath, shoulders rolling before he paused to take his mask from Sinclair Godfrey. He held it up, slowly tugging it into place before he dropped the chair to the floor with a shake of his head. He reached back and slammed the door shut behind him, but the glimpse into the room showed a mess of broken equipment and scattered clothes. And the limp battered and bloody forms of the Barnburners, he hissed to himself before Sinclair glanced back at the camera. 'Oh, were these your friends, Rios? Isn't that odd that Donzig was thinking about how annoyed he is with the Dark Stars and just happened to find your two clowns? Isn't it strange how that worked out? But don't worry, Isabel.'
Sinclair winked impishly, holding her coat out as she stepped away from the wall before she let it fall again. 'I will be taking care of your old friend, Commandrix. And after you see what I do to the 'not a Champion, and never will be' alien overlord? You and I can settle it inside the ring, because I think you will find that I have more than earned it now haven't I?'
Sinclair laughed mockingly, shaking her head before she reached out to lay a hand on Donzig's shoulder before they started off down the hall. 'Good luck, champ.'
