Post by Oblivion Death Squad on Jun 27, 2022 21:27:35 GMT -5
The hulking brute known as Mormo was throwing fist after huge fist into a weighted black bag. His comrade the slightly less imposing Moloch stood beind it, holding the bag as the punches kept coming. He was battering away at the bag, every breath a hiss before he would step back to drive a few hard kicks into it. He grunted, and then went back to the punches before he drove a shoulder into it. The blow staggering back Moloch, and then the pair exchanged words before switching positions.
Thump!
Thump!
Thump!
The chain rattled, and Sinclair Godfrey stood there watching them with a faint frown. Then she shrugged, and a hand lifted to brush her hair back before she started to speak. 'Commandrix, you and the Dark Stars don't realize it yet. But you're relics of a dead time, of a time that no longer exists as surely as those ancient weapons you are so proud of. Because we are the Inevitable, and we are coming to take what should be ours. What should rightfully belong to us, and always should have! And that is the W:UK Tag Team Titles! You see the Bastards? They may have broken you three, but they will find that we! That we--'
Mormo and Moloch paused, and Sinclair turned her eyes to them.
'--will not be so easily dealt with. Each of them has offered insults to our master, they have mocked the Great Darkness! And so after we defeat you, and we will defeat you! The Bastards will find us waiting for them. Because this is the will of the Scourge!'
Mormo snarled, and he slammed his gloved fist against his chest.
'Në Sunderland ne do të marrim Dark Stars! Dhe ne do t'i thyejmë para nesh! Ata do të na kërkojnë mëshirë dhe nuk do të ketë asnjë nga Fëmijët e Rënies! Kjo të betohem! Kjo të betohem!'
Moloch nodded, growling as he clapped a hand against the huge shoulder of Mormo before he gestured angrily.
'Kono! Niko! Ju mendoni se Dark Stars janë ekipi më i madh në botë! Por është Skuadra e Vdekjes së Oblivionit që do të mësojë frikën e XHF-së! Do të jetë Skuadra e Vdekjes Oblivion që do t'i japë fund epokës së Bastards! Jo ju! Jo ju!'
Sinclair nodded, and sniffed as the pair went back to the bag. They started to batter away at it again, with machine like precision as they hammered fist and kicks into it. The chain rattled, and Sinclair said nothing before a hand waved.
'They say the age of the Dark Stars are over, that they will teach the XHF fear! They will teach the Bastards respect! And they, the Oblivion Death Squad who will end the reign of the Bastards! It will be they who take the W:UK world tag team titles from them! And then? Well, Death Trap? Mistress Discipline? You know that no one is safe from us, no one escapes the Children of the Fall. You see we stand at the edge of the Abyss, and it is a long way down into Oblivion isn't it.'
The Baroness smiled, and Mormo battered kick after kick into that bag. And Sinclair nodded to herself before she walked forward, and she hissed a sharp word which made the brute step aside. Sinclair started to fire kick after kick into it, rocking it back before Mormo pressed his shoulder against it. The kicks were hammered high and low, and the Baroness soon stepped close to fire off punches and elbows into it.
Then she stepped back, and wiped a hand across her face.
'And as for you, Commandrix! If you get in our way, if you stand in the way of the business of the Scourge! If you get in my way?'
Sinclair shrugged, and her lips drew back in a wicked smile.
'Komandriks! Baronesha nuk ju frikëson! Ajo është dora e majtë e kamxhikut! Ajo është shërbëtorja e Errësirës së Madhe, dhe ajo do t'ju rrahë në tokë! Ajo do t'ju bëjë t'i nënshtroheni Donzig-gun!'
Mormo roared, and he clapped both huge hands on her shoulders. Shaking her slightly as he fumed, and she smirked even as Moloch stomped forward. He slammed a hand against the bag, and then jabbed an angry finger at the camera before he started to snarl angrily.
'W:UK do të përkulet para Donzig-gun! Yjet e Errët do të jenë thjesht të parët që do të bien! Ka ardhur ora e Kamxhikut! Komandriks! Niko! Kono! Bëhu gati, Oblivion të ka thirrur emrin!'
Mormo hammered a fist to his chest, and then grabbed at his comrade's shoulder as he nodded. Moloch growled, and Sinclair shrugged as she stepped forward.
'They are right, all of the W:UK will bow down before Donzig-gun! The Dark Stars will just be the first to fall in line, because this is the Hour of the Scourge! So Commandrix get your boys ready for a long night! Because for the three of you? The Fall starts at Sunderland!'
A pause, and Sinclair shrugged as the other two stepped forward to loom at her shoulders. The three of them glared, and then Sinclair smiled slowly.
'See you soon.'
Thump!
Thump!
Thump!
The chain rattled, and Sinclair Godfrey stood there watching them with a faint frown. Then she shrugged, and a hand lifted to brush her hair back before she started to speak. 'Commandrix, you and the Dark Stars don't realize it yet. But you're relics of a dead time, of a time that no longer exists as surely as those ancient weapons you are so proud of. Because we are the Inevitable, and we are coming to take what should be ours. What should rightfully belong to us, and always should have! And that is the W:UK Tag Team Titles! You see the Bastards? They may have broken you three, but they will find that we! That we--'
Mormo and Moloch paused, and Sinclair turned her eyes to them.
'--will not be so easily dealt with. Each of them has offered insults to our master, they have mocked the Great Darkness! And so after we defeat you, and we will defeat you! The Bastards will find us waiting for them. Because this is the will of the Scourge!'
Mormo snarled, and he slammed his gloved fist against his chest.
'Në Sunderland ne do të marrim Dark Stars! Dhe ne do t'i thyejmë para nesh! Ata do të na kërkojnë mëshirë dhe nuk do të ketë asnjë nga Fëmijët e Rënies! Kjo të betohem! Kjo të betohem!'
Moloch nodded, growling as he clapped a hand against the huge shoulder of Mormo before he gestured angrily.
'Kono! Niko! Ju mendoni se Dark Stars janë ekipi më i madh në botë! Por është Skuadra e Vdekjes së Oblivionit që do të mësojë frikën e XHF-së! Do të jetë Skuadra e Vdekjes Oblivion që do t'i japë fund epokës së Bastards! Jo ju! Jo ju!'
Sinclair nodded, and sniffed as the pair went back to the bag. They started to batter away at it again, with machine like precision as they hammered fist and kicks into it. The chain rattled, and Sinclair said nothing before a hand waved.
'They say the age of the Dark Stars are over, that they will teach the XHF fear! They will teach the Bastards respect! And they, the Oblivion Death Squad who will end the reign of the Bastards! It will be they who take the W:UK world tag team titles from them! And then? Well, Death Trap? Mistress Discipline? You know that no one is safe from us, no one escapes the Children of the Fall. You see we stand at the edge of the Abyss, and it is a long way down into Oblivion isn't it.'
The Baroness smiled, and Mormo battered kick after kick into that bag. And Sinclair nodded to herself before she walked forward, and she hissed a sharp word which made the brute step aside. Sinclair started to fire kick after kick into it, rocking it back before Mormo pressed his shoulder against it. The kicks were hammered high and low, and the Baroness soon stepped close to fire off punches and elbows into it.
Then she stepped back, and wiped a hand across her face.
'And as for you, Commandrix! If you get in our way, if you stand in the way of the business of the Scourge! If you get in my way?'
Sinclair shrugged, and her lips drew back in a wicked smile.
'Komandriks! Baronesha nuk ju frikëson! Ajo është dora e majtë e kamxhikut! Ajo është shërbëtorja e Errësirës së Madhe, dhe ajo do t'ju rrahë në tokë! Ajo do t'ju bëjë t'i nënshtroheni Donzig-gun!'
Mormo roared, and he clapped both huge hands on her shoulders. Shaking her slightly as he fumed, and she smirked even as Moloch stomped forward. He slammed a hand against the bag, and then jabbed an angry finger at the camera before he started to snarl angrily.
'W:UK do të përkulet para Donzig-gun! Yjet e Errët do të jenë thjesht të parët që do të bien! Ka ardhur ora e Kamxhikut! Komandriks! Niko! Kono! Bëhu gati, Oblivion të ka thirrur emrin!'
Mormo hammered a fist to his chest, and then grabbed at his comrade's shoulder as he nodded. Moloch growled, and Sinclair shrugged as she stepped forward.
'They are right, all of the W:UK will bow down before Donzig-gun! The Dark Stars will just be the first to fall in line, because this is the Hour of the Scourge! So Commandrix get your boys ready for a long night! Because for the three of you? The Fall starts at Sunderland!'
A pause, and Sinclair shrugged as the other two stepped forward to loom at her shoulders. The three of them glared, and then Sinclair smiled slowly.
'See you soon.'
