The Long Nightmare of Baroness Godfrey

[SinclairGodfrey]

The doctors and nurses stared down at the prone form of Donzig, and then back to the tense eyes of Sinclair Godfrey. And the doctor shook his head, before he sighed. 'He should be fine when he regains consciousness. Though these repeated blows to the head are rather concerning.'

Sinclair shrugged, and the doctor and nurses filed out. She stood beside the bed, Donzig's mask cradled in her hands as she bit at her lower lip. The normally confident and composed Baroness looking very concerned, she shook her head as her fingers tightened. 'This is Isabel Rios' fault! She did this! Because she is jealous of us! Of our relationship! I will make her pay for this insult!'

Sinclair looked away, pacing across the room to let her hand drift across the battered leather of Donzig's jacket. And then she heard him stir, and he blinked in surprise before a hand ran across his head. 'What happened to my hair? And what kind of nurse are you?'

'Donzig?' she asked, eyes lighting up.

'Oh, I get it. Head trauma again.' Donzig nodded to himself, but something was off. His eyes seemed unfocused, and he was very relaxed as he looked around the room. 'I hope the CIA did alright without me, I must have taken a headshot.'

'The CIA?' Sinclair arched a brow.

'Clinically Insane All-stars! You know the CIA, come on!' Donzig started to rise, and then blinked before settling back again. 'Where's my flannel? Is that a leather jacket? Did we become bik--'

A sharp ring echoed in the room as Sinclair snapped the metal bedpan across his head, and Donzig fell back once more. She stared at the bedpan, and then shook her head in disbelief. 'That was terrible! I am going to strangle Rios for this!'

She frowned, and stared down at Donzig before his eyes opened again. A smirk tugged at his lips, and he absently patted himself down as though looking for pockets. 'Did they take my fucking cigars? Damned doctors will take anything that isn't strapped down!' He blinked, and then stared at the wide eyed Sinclair before he licked his lips. A faint smile, and he shrugged. 'Oh, hey, babygirl. No autographs right now, do you know where they hid my cigars? Was this a ring thing? Or was I on a bender again?'

'Uh?'

'Not a smart girl are you? That's okay, I am mostly into looks.' Donzig waved a hand absently, and then he blinked as he saw the mask staring at him from across the room. He snorted, and rolled his eyes. 'Is that your mask? You don't need it, babygirl. You're looking good from here--'

'It's your mask.' Sinclair said, horror growing in her eyes as she clenched at the bedpan.

'Mask? Why the fuck would I wear a mask?' Donzig snorted. 'Why would I cover this gorgeous face? How the fuck would I move merch in a goddamned mask? Listen, find my cigars, we'll go get my beamer and head back to the arena! I can't let Morningstar get all the press.'

Sinclair blinked as if she had been slapped, and she blinked. 'Syndicate Donzig?'

'As if there is another Donzig?' Donzig rolled his eyes, smirking before he started to rise. 'Listen, let's find my suit and I'll get you --'

The bed pan snapped downward again, clunking against Donzig's head. He fell back on the bed, and Sinclair blinked away her tears as she shook her head. 'Wow, he would have been such a good Revenant. God, that was terrifying. This is all Rios' fault!'

Donzig stirred again, and he blinked up at her before his eyes flickered with anger. Not the cold blooded fury they normally held, no this was a look of pure righteous anger as he snarled at her. 'The old put Donzig in the hospital trick again? Is that it? Well, fuck that! I am going back to the arena, and I will tear it down around them! Fucking Draven thinks he can stop me from getting that belt is that it? Well, fuck him! I will be the face of the AWA! No corporate suit is going to stop--'

The bedpan cracked down again, and Sinclair shook her head. 'A Stone Cold rip off is beneath the Herald of Oblivion! How many people can he possibly have in there!'

She shook her head, and paced back and forth beside the bed as she fumed. 'I am going to tear your head off, Rios! I hope you know that! I am going to take years off your career for this! For this!' Sinclair paused, and stomped her foot as she glared around the room. '--insult!'

'Where am I?' said a voice, and Sinclair turned to find Donzig staring at her. 'Is this a hospital? Is AJ alright?'

'AJ? No, no.' Sinclair shook her head, and she smiled. 'You were hurt.'

A snort, and faint chuckle of laughter. 'Impossible. I am a wrestling god, no one on this roster could hurt me. I must return to the arena, and see to it that the Industry continues it's reign of dominance--'

The bedpan swung down again with a pop, and Sinclair's shoulders sagged as she looked down at Donzig. He looked peaceful at least, his face calm and at rest as she sighed. 'Well, Industry Donzig would never have fallen for a Redtail Driver off the top rope by Rios.'

Donzig's eyes flicked open, and he looked her up and down before he sniffed. 'Frost or Drake? Nevermind. Where are the boys?' Sinclair mouthed the names, clearly thinking before Donzig scowled at her. He rubbed at his head, and then shook his head. 'The Affliction? Listen, I have a company to run! You think I can have revenge on my family and seize the company by just sitting here all night with you?'

'They said you may have a concussion?' Sinclair muttered, being caught up in Affliction Donzig's rambling. 

'Nonsense. Do I like look someone who has suffered massive head trauma?' Donzig pointed, and she glanced back to see him staring at the mask. 'That looks familiar! You know in many cultures, a skull mask serves a ceremonial function. Such as in ancient Aztec trad--' 

The bedpan snapped down again, and Donzig fell back again. Sinclair rubbed at her face, and blinked rapidly before looking up at the ceiling. 'Rios! You witch! You witch! I am going to break your neck for this! Commandrix is going to have to fight me, to even get her hands on you! This has been the longest--'

Donzig stirred, and Sinclair prepared to swing again. But a hand snapped up from the bed, closing on her wrist with a slight twist. The bedpan fell to the floor, and she found herself staring into the empty merciless gaze of the Scourge. He hissed, and his face twitched. 'What is the meaning of this outrage, woman!'

Sinclair blinked, a look of dread followed by relief washing over her face. She lunged forward, throwing her arms around Donzig's neck to squeeze him close. He growled, and she drew back rapidly with a quick wipe of her hands across her eyes. And she looked away, taking a deep breath before she spoke. 'Rios hit you with a Redtail Driver off the ropes to the floor, they removed you from the match!'

A hand lifted, and he flicked his fingers. 'So I was never pinned? I never submitted? Therefore, whoever won is sitting on a throne of lies! Because they did not defeat the Scourge!'

Sinclair tried to follow that logic, nodding slowly before she reached over to grab the mask. She handed it to him, and he stared down at it before he looked up again. And his hand reached out to grab her wrist, yanking her closer as he hissed in a cold whisper. 'I expect you to deal with Rios once for and all, Sinclair! I want that witch to suffer for this--' Donzig paused, and then scowled. 'Outrage!'

'I am just glad you're back, and not them!' Sinclair smiled.

Donzig frowned. "Who is them?'