Post by SinclairGodfrey on Jun 7, 2022 20:04:35 GMT -5
Backstage we see Warren Webber III scowling as he adjusts his tie, he mutters under his breath to the camera man as he walks back and forth before the side of a semi covered with the W:UK logo and the faces of it's top stars. He shakes his head, slapping his fingers against his mic. 'This is ridiculous they could have got Rude or Moss for this, Moss is always eager to get her face on TV! Why do I have to do it? I have a hot date waiting for me in the next town, believe me! Who is it anyhow? Is it Wormwood? Or maybe the Fairtex boys?'
He sneered, and the camera man dug around for a folded up paper which he handed to Webber. He unfolded it, rolling his eyes before he stared at it. His eyes widened, and he reached up to loosen his tie. He looked around wildly, and then he shoved the paper back at the man. 'Okay, new plan! We are leaving, we will just say no one caught us. Let's get the rig in the truck! I can't believe they pulled this--'
Warren froze as he turned around, nearly dropping his mic as he came face to face with the skull masked visage of the massive Mormo. The brute stared at him, a hand lifting to curl into a huge fist before he swallowed. He took a few steps back, and nearly screamed as he turned to see Moloch looking down at him from behind a mask of his own. The Death Squad member growled something in his own tongue, and the other one nodded with a snarled reply. Warren looked at the camera man, and seemed at a loss. Then Sinclair Godfrey stepped from around the truck, a hand lifting to brush back her hair as she smiled slowly.
'Warren, Warren, Warren. So good to see you, you weren't thinking of missing my scheduled interview time were you?'
Warren looked very guilty as the three members of Donzig-gun stared down at him, and Sinclair shrugged.
'This is the problem everyone in this company thinks because Donzig is occupied with--'
She looked to the boys, who each growled something different before she folded her arms before her.
'Well, he is either conquering IPW or fighting ghost pirates, it is hard to say. You never quite know what is on Donzig's mind do you? His mind is not like the mind of mortals.'
'You can say that again.'
Sinclair's eyes widened, and Warren blinked as he started to stammer an apology. A huge hand landed on his shoulder, fingers digging into the suit as he gave a shake. Moloch hissed, and he lifted a huge fist as Warren swallowed rapidly as Sinclair tilted her head. Then a hand lifted, and she let her fingers drift across his face before they bit into his chin.
'Now, now, boys. Warren was just making a joke with us, dear sweet W3 would never insult the Scourge would he? Because he knows that Death in High Places hears all, sees all, and well? Donzig doesn't really have the sense of humor that I do.'
Warren started to say something, but looked up at those masked faces and fell silent. The Oblivion Death Squad got a little unhinged when Donzig was not there to keep them at bay. Which of course, said nothing about the Baroness. Sinclair gave him a faint smile, absently wiping her hand off on his jacket before she arched a brow. Warren blinked, and lifted his mic.
'At Legacy Three, you called out the Commonwealth Champion Eron Hunter. Why?'
Sinclair snorted.
'Why? Because Eron is weak, because it was only because my enemies united against me in the Battle Royale that I am not Commonwealth Champion right now. Eron Hunter talks a good game? But I can see the cracks, I can see the weakness settling into him! And these fans? These fans are a rot, like a cancer eating away at his mind! They are making him weaker!'
Sinclair paused, and she smiled slightly.
'I am going to fix that, I am going to send Hunter back to his little family, his little retired life.'
'It's good to see you're feeling so secure after your recent loss to EVK in Reign--'
Warren Webber the Third froze as he felt the black gaze of the dangerous Right Hand of the Scourge settle on him. Her eyes narrowed, and the Death Squad grabbed him to push him forward. Sinclair stared at him, a finger tapping against her upper arm before she delivered a hard slap that sagged Warren to his knees before she jerked her chin. The Death Squad hauled him back to his feet as the print of her hand burned red on his cheek, and she shrugged.
'Yes, EVK managed to eke a little win over in Reign. My first defeat on this network in over a year, but I will deal with Esmeralda soon enough. Because this isn't Reign is it? But first? First? I will put an end to the myth of Eron Hunter, and I will bring that Commonwealth title back to the hands of the British were it belongs! Where it always should have been!'
Webber nodded slowly, still rubbing his reddened cheek as he looked back at the silent figures of the ODS.
'Hunter had some strong words for you.'
'Oh, yes. You see 'men' like Hunter get intimidated when a woman knows what she wants, what she deserves! But frankly? That just proves my point doesn't it? Hunter can go back to his little timid housewife soon enough.'
Warren nodded, and started to speak before she lifted a hand distractedly to silence him. A shiver swept through Webber, after all he had seen someone else make that same gesture in the same odd distracted way. The eyes of the Baroness slid back to him, and she continued.
'Eron, thinks I am alone. That I have surrounded myself with--' a frown '--thugs and gang members? No, Eron. We are not mere thugs, we are a brotherhood, we are family forged together by the very chains of fate. To be in Donzig-gun? Is to be never alone, because we are all of one mind. We are all driven by one singular will, and we are always together. We hear the song of Oblivion in our hearts, Eron. And it binds us, even as Death in High Places is not here? He is with me now, and he will be with me when I break you at my feet.'
The Death Squad froze, nodding slowly in agreement as they held Warren in their hands. And Sinclair sniffed, brushing back her hair before her head tilted. Those dark eyes resting on the Tuxedo Stooge, and she purred.
'You see the good in people, Eron? You see light and hope? We don't. I look at people and all I see are creatures of spite and malice, I see people wearing masks trying to pretend like they are something they aren't. Because you want to talk about sacrifice, and the goodness of heroes? These people wouldn't give a crust of bread to save a starving man unless they thought it would get them likes on social media! They are base, selfish monsters pretending to be saints.'
A finger lifted.
'But we don't, we are what we are, Eron. The Children of the Fall, creatures of the dystopian slide into the Pit, and the Void promises that one day? You will all be exposed as just like us, all of you? You're the servants of Death in High Places too, you just don't know it yet. But you will, oh you will.'
Sinclair laughed, a cold laugh tinged with some kind of madness. And she arched a brow at the pale Webber, and she reached forward to slowly wrap her fingers around his tie as she drew him closer.
'Eron Hunter says to err is human?'
A smile, and she shoved Webber backwards into the huge hands of the Death Squad who gave him a shake as she stared down at him. Her hand lifted, and she stared at it as her fingers rubbed together absently before she shrugged.
'We're not human, we have rejected our humanity, we are the Chosen of the Abyss.'
Warren was released, shoved to his hands and knees as the mic fell from his fingers. And Sinclair's foot stomped down on it, and her eyes met Warren's as he looked up. The Death Squad's masked faces on either side of her, and she wiped her wrist across her mouth to smear her lipstick before she inclined her chin with a sniff.
'And we will see you soon, Eron. We will see you soon.'
He sneered, and the camera man dug around for a folded up paper which he handed to Webber. He unfolded it, rolling his eyes before he stared at it. His eyes widened, and he reached up to loosen his tie. He looked around wildly, and then he shoved the paper back at the man. 'Okay, new plan! We are leaving, we will just say no one caught us. Let's get the rig in the truck! I can't believe they pulled this--'
Warren froze as he turned around, nearly dropping his mic as he came face to face with the skull masked visage of the massive Mormo. The brute stared at him, a hand lifting to curl into a huge fist before he swallowed. He took a few steps back, and nearly screamed as he turned to see Moloch looking down at him from behind a mask of his own. The Death Squad member growled something in his own tongue, and the other one nodded with a snarled reply. Warren looked at the camera man, and seemed at a loss. Then Sinclair Godfrey stepped from around the truck, a hand lifting to brush back her hair as she smiled slowly.
'Warren, Warren, Warren. So good to see you, you weren't thinking of missing my scheduled interview time were you?'
Warren looked very guilty as the three members of Donzig-gun stared down at him, and Sinclair shrugged.
'This is the problem everyone in this company thinks because Donzig is occupied with--'
She looked to the boys, who each growled something different before she folded her arms before her.
'Well, he is either conquering IPW or fighting ghost pirates, it is hard to say. You never quite know what is on Donzig's mind do you? His mind is not like the mind of mortals.'
'You can say that again.'
Sinclair's eyes widened, and Warren blinked as he started to stammer an apology. A huge hand landed on his shoulder, fingers digging into the suit as he gave a shake. Moloch hissed, and he lifted a huge fist as Warren swallowed rapidly as Sinclair tilted her head. Then a hand lifted, and she let her fingers drift across his face before they bit into his chin.
'Now, now, boys. Warren was just making a joke with us, dear sweet W3 would never insult the Scourge would he? Because he knows that Death in High Places hears all, sees all, and well? Donzig doesn't really have the sense of humor that I do.'
Warren started to say something, but looked up at those masked faces and fell silent. The Oblivion Death Squad got a little unhinged when Donzig was not there to keep them at bay. Which of course, said nothing about the Baroness. Sinclair gave him a faint smile, absently wiping her hand off on his jacket before she arched a brow. Warren blinked, and lifted his mic.
'At Legacy Three, you called out the Commonwealth Champion Eron Hunter. Why?'
Sinclair snorted.
'Why? Because Eron is weak, because it was only because my enemies united against me in the Battle Royale that I am not Commonwealth Champion right now. Eron Hunter talks a good game? But I can see the cracks, I can see the weakness settling into him! And these fans? These fans are a rot, like a cancer eating away at his mind! They are making him weaker!'
Sinclair paused, and she smiled slightly.
'I am going to fix that, I am going to send Hunter back to his little family, his little retired life.'
'It's good to see you're feeling so secure after your recent loss to EVK in Reign--'
Warren Webber the Third froze as he felt the black gaze of the dangerous Right Hand of the Scourge settle on him. Her eyes narrowed, and the Death Squad grabbed him to push him forward. Sinclair stared at him, a finger tapping against her upper arm before she delivered a hard slap that sagged Warren to his knees before she jerked her chin. The Death Squad hauled him back to his feet as the print of her hand burned red on his cheek, and she shrugged.
'Yes, EVK managed to eke a little win over in Reign. My first defeat on this network in over a year, but I will deal with Esmeralda soon enough. Because this isn't Reign is it? But first? First? I will put an end to the myth of Eron Hunter, and I will bring that Commonwealth title back to the hands of the British were it belongs! Where it always should have been!'
Webber nodded slowly, still rubbing his reddened cheek as he looked back at the silent figures of the ODS.
'Hunter had some strong words for you.'
'Oh, yes. You see 'men' like Hunter get intimidated when a woman knows what she wants, what she deserves! But frankly? That just proves my point doesn't it? Hunter can go back to his little timid housewife soon enough.'
Warren nodded, and started to speak before she lifted a hand distractedly to silence him. A shiver swept through Webber, after all he had seen someone else make that same gesture in the same odd distracted way. The eyes of the Baroness slid back to him, and she continued.
'Eron, thinks I am alone. That I have surrounded myself with--' a frown '--thugs and gang members? No, Eron. We are not mere thugs, we are a brotherhood, we are family forged together by the very chains of fate. To be in Donzig-gun? Is to be never alone, because we are all of one mind. We are all driven by one singular will, and we are always together. We hear the song of Oblivion in our hearts, Eron. And it binds us, even as Death in High Places is not here? He is with me now, and he will be with me when I break you at my feet.'
The Death Squad froze, nodding slowly in agreement as they held Warren in their hands. And Sinclair sniffed, brushing back her hair before her head tilted. Those dark eyes resting on the Tuxedo Stooge, and she purred.
'You see the good in people, Eron? You see light and hope? We don't. I look at people and all I see are creatures of spite and malice, I see people wearing masks trying to pretend like they are something they aren't. Because you want to talk about sacrifice, and the goodness of heroes? These people wouldn't give a crust of bread to save a starving man unless they thought it would get them likes on social media! They are base, selfish monsters pretending to be saints.'
A finger lifted.
'But we don't, we are what we are, Eron. The Children of the Fall, creatures of the dystopian slide into the Pit, and the Void promises that one day? You will all be exposed as just like us, all of you? You're the servants of Death in High Places too, you just don't know it yet. But you will, oh you will.'
Sinclair laughed, a cold laugh tinged with some kind of madness. And she arched a brow at the pale Webber, and she reached forward to slowly wrap her fingers around his tie as she drew him closer.
'Eron Hunter says to err is human?'
A smile, and she shoved Webber backwards into the huge hands of the Death Squad who gave him a shake as she stared down at him. Her hand lifted, and she stared at it as her fingers rubbed together absently before she shrugged.
'We're not human, we have rejected our humanity, we are the Chosen of the Abyss.'
Warren was released, shoved to his hands and knees as the mic fell from his fingers. And Sinclair's foot stomped down on it, and her eyes met Warren's as he looked up. The Death Squad's masked faces on either side of her, and she wiped her wrist across her mouth to smear her lipstick before she inclined her chin with a sniff.
'And we will see you soon, Eron. We will see you soon.'
