Post by Oblivion Death Squad on Jul 2, 2022 22:48:44 GMT -5
Archie Rude is shown in the back, and he lowers his phone as a hand settles on his shoulder. He blinks, and then turns with a faint frown. 'Please, I don't want to give any autographs right now.'
Then he pauses, eyes widening as he sees the black skull mask of the Oblivion Death Squad staring down at him. He swallows, and starts to back up before he jerks to a halt as he looks over his shoulder for the other one. After all, Mormo and Moloch were never apart very long. He stepped back, and then the larger of the pair stepped out from behind the first. He lifted a gloved hand, punching his palm as he hissed from behind the mask. Rude held up his hands, and gave a sickly smile. 'Ah, guys. Now you know I don't speak Albanian, I don't want any trouble with Donzig-gun. You know that I am a big fan, huge fan.'
'Are you?' murmured a woman's voice. Rude nearly jumped as Sinclair Godfrey stepped from the shadows, pausing to brush back her hood. She stared at him, and then lifted a hand towards the Death Squad. Mormo and Moloch stepped back, grunting as the Baroness stared at him. Rude adjusted his tie, shrugging his shoulders before he looked between the three. Sinclair gave a tilt of her head, and she shrugged. 'It doesn't really matter if you are Archie, we serve at the leisure of the Scourge. His approval is all we require, we are mere tools in the hands of the First. And that is why we will defeat the Dark Stars! That is why we will teach proud Kono and Niko the menaing of humility! And I will have my revenge on poor failed Commandrix! Because that is what Great Donzig commands!'
Rude started to speak, but fell silent as the two brutes glared at him.
'Atëherë ne do të thyejmë Bastards!' snarled Moloch.
'Ne do t'i pushtojmë ata në emër të Murtajës! Ne do t'ua marrim arin!' snapped Mormo, and he fairly lunged at Rude.
Sinclair waved him back, and she forced a smile. 'They are correct. We will conquer the Bastards next in the name of the Scourge. We will break them, and we will take their gold! Because you see? The Bastards think they are so great and so mighty that they will reign over W:UK forever, but they will soon learn that nothing! Nothing! And no one can escape the touch of Oblivion, because their pride like the pride of the Dark Stars is a sin! And in darkness? That is our domain.'
'So you think you can defeat the Bastards where every other tag team has failed?'
Sinclair frowned, eyes narrowing.
'We are not any other tag team, we are the Children of the Fall. A fall as black as the Pit itself, a fall that will last an eternity! And all of you, the W:UK and the XHF think time and time again that you have escaped it. That today you drove back Donzig, that you defeated Donzig-gun, and your little precious world is safe! But you see, Archie? No one is safe, nothing has been proven, and no one has escaped! Because we are inevitable, and every setback, every little delay? They are nothing to us.'
Rude nodded slowly, at least Sinclair was more talkative then Donzig who seemed to resent having to waste his words on 'mortals'.
'The New God of Extreme, or was it 'X'-treme is here. And soon you will all be forced to do him homage. And we will be his heralds, at his feet we will lay the most coveted prizes in tag team wrestling! We will give him his heart's desire! The W:UK Tag Team Championships ripped from the hands of his enemies, the Bastards! But first?' Sinclair frowned. 'The Dark Stars must learn their place in the new order. And that means we will break them, we will defeat them!'
'Pa mëshirë!'
'Asnjë pendim!'
'Vetëm shkatërrim!'
'Vetëm Dhimbje! Vetëm Vuajtje! Vetëm Humbje!'
Sinclair smiled, and she nodded at the growling pair. 'This we swear. Commandrix, see you soon.'
Then he pauses, eyes widening as he sees the black skull mask of the Oblivion Death Squad staring down at him. He swallows, and starts to back up before he jerks to a halt as he looks over his shoulder for the other one. After all, Mormo and Moloch were never apart very long. He stepped back, and then the larger of the pair stepped out from behind the first. He lifted a gloved hand, punching his palm as he hissed from behind the mask. Rude held up his hands, and gave a sickly smile. 'Ah, guys. Now you know I don't speak Albanian, I don't want any trouble with Donzig-gun. You know that I am a big fan, huge fan.'
'Are you?' murmured a woman's voice. Rude nearly jumped as Sinclair Godfrey stepped from the shadows, pausing to brush back her hood. She stared at him, and then lifted a hand towards the Death Squad. Mormo and Moloch stepped back, grunting as the Baroness stared at him. Rude adjusted his tie, shrugging his shoulders before he looked between the three. Sinclair gave a tilt of her head, and she shrugged. 'It doesn't really matter if you are Archie, we serve at the leisure of the Scourge. His approval is all we require, we are mere tools in the hands of the First. And that is why we will defeat the Dark Stars! That is why we will teach proud Kono and Niko the menaing of humility! And I will have my revenge on poor failed Commandrix! Because that is what Great Donzig commands!'
Rude started to speak, but fell silent as the two brutes glared at him.
'Atëherë ne do të thyejmë Bastards!' snarled Moloch.
'Ne do t'i pushtojmë ata në emër të Murtajës! Ne do t'ua marrim arin!' snapped Mormo, and he fairly lunged at Rude.
Sinclair waved him back, and she forced a smile. 'They are correct. We will conquer the Bastards next in the name of the Scourge. We will break them, and we will take their gold! Because you see? The Bastards think they are so great and so mighty that they will reign over W:UK forever, but they will soon learn that nothing! Nothing! And no one can escape the touch of Oblivion, because their pride like the pride of the Dark Stars is a sin! And in darkness? That is our domain.'
'So you think you can defeat the Bastards where every other tag team has failed?'
Sinclair frowned, eyes narrowing.
'We are not any other tag team, we are the Children of the Fall. A fall as black as the Pit itself, a fall that will last an eternity! And all of you, the W:UK and the XHF think time and time again that you have escaped it. That today you drove back Donzig, that you defeated Donzig-gun, and your little precious world is safe! But you see, Archie? No one is safe, nothing has been proven, and no one has escaped! Because we are inevitable, and every setback, every little delay? They are nothing to us.'
Rude nodded slowly, at least Sinclair was more talkative then Donzig who seemed to resent having to waste his words on 'mortals'.
'The New God of Extreme, or was it 'X'-treme is here. And soon you will all be forced to do him homage. And we will be his heralds, at his feet we will lay the most coveted prizes in tag team wrestling! We will give him his heart's desire! The W:UK Tag Team Championships ripped from the hands of his enemies, the Bastards! But first?' Sinclair frowned. 'The Dark Stars must learn their place in the new order. And that means we will break them, we will defeat them!'
'Pa mëshirë!'
'Asnjë pendim!'
'Vetëm shkatërrim!'
'Vetëm Dhimbje! Vetëm Vuajtje! Vetëm Humbje!'
Sinclair smiled, and she nodded at the growling pair. 'This we swear. Commandrix, see you soon.'
