Post by SinclairGodfrey on Jul 16, 2022 21:50:35 GMT -5
'Commandrix.'
A voice purred from the darkness, and then the hooded form of the Baroness of Donzig-gun leaned forward. The light washed across her face under her hood, and she shrugged as she leaned back against the wall. Her eyes narrowed, and she sniffed.
'Aren't you tired of this? Our little war that has raged across the XHF and beyond? I don't know how or why, you and your boys can't accept that we are the future. That we are inevitable, and that when the stars go out, and the universe gasps it's last dying breath? We will be there! Because that is who and what we are, Commandrix. We are the servants of Oblivion, the children of the Void, and we wait for the end of all things.'
Sinclair lifted her head, and then brushed back the hood before a frown flickered across her pretty face.
'But you know something? I am not content to wait for your end. You see I am going to put you down once and for all at Nottingham Carnage! I am going to defeat the great and powerful Commandrix right in the center of the ring! You will be just one more victim to the Witch's Hammer! Because you? And Olympia? You're both under some delusion that you are the Queens of W:UK! That you are the first and foremost women's wrestlers on the XHf! And I have news for you, you're both in line behind me! I am the right hand of the Scourge! I control the most powerful force in this industry! And I am coming for you, Commandrix!'
Her hands lifted, and she balled them into fists as she glared at the camera.
'You wanted this match to be as bloody and violent as possible, Commandrix? No, no, no. What you want is a crutch! What you want is a weapon, because you know that if it comes down to a match of pure wrestling skill, a match of pure ability? You would lose, because you are not on my level! No, you need a toy don't you, Commandrix? Just like you needed someone to help you to even have a chance of defeating Isabel Rios! Well, there will be no one to save you this time! There will be no one for you to hide behind! And I am going to leave you broken at my feet!'
A smile, a cruel smile slid across the pale pretty face of Sinclair Godfrey as she shrugged absently.
'But don't worry, Commandrix. You will still be here as a warning to the rest of this rabble who dare to think, to even imagine they can take a shot at the Baroness! To think for a second that they can just stand in the way of Donzig-gun! I want them all to see the extent of my mercy by looking down at the shell of the once proud Commandrix! The so called Genius of War! But don't worry after the ODS and I defeat the Bastards, after we end this so called terrible Age of the Bastards that W:UK is inflicted with? I will be so kind to grant your precious Dark Stars a title shot!'
A laugh, and she winked.
'Just so we can beat them again! You see Commandrix, to you? This match is an ending, but to me? It is just the beginning of my reign as the greatest of the so called Amazons! And you will be the first to bend the knee!'
Sinclair smirked, and she turned away as she walked down the narrow alley. Her hands moved to spread the cloak she wore before she reached back to tug up her hood, the cloak swayed behind her. A hand lifted and she glanced back, and that voice purred again.
'See you soon.'
A voice purred from the darkness, and then the hooded form of the Baroness of Donzig-gun leaned forward. The light washed across her face under her hood, and she shrugged as she leaned back against the wall. Her eyes narrowed, and she sniffed.
'Aren't you tired of this? Our little war that has raged across the XHF and beyond? I don't know how or why, you and your boys can't accept that we are the future. That we are inevitable, and that when the stars go out, and the universe gasps it's last dying breath? We will be there! Because that is who and what we are, Commandrix. We are the servants of Oblivion, the children of the Void, and we wait for the end of all things.'
Sinclair lifted her head, and then brushed back the hood before a frown flickered across her pretty face.
'But you know something? I am not content to wait for your end. You see I am going to put you down once and for all at Nottingham Carnage! I am going to defeat the great and powerful Commandrix right in the center of the ring! You will be just one more victim to the Witch's Hammer! Because you? And Olympia? You're both under some delusion that you are the Queens of W:UK! That you are the first and foremost women's wrestlers on the XHf! And I have news for you, you're both in line behind me! I am the right hand of the Scourge! I control the most powerful force in this industry! And I am coming for you, Commandrix!'
Her hands lifted, and she balled them into fists as she glared at the camera.
'You wanted this match to be as bloody and violent as possible, Commandrix? No, no, no. What you want is a crutch! What you want is a weapon, because you know that if it comes down to a match of pure wrestling skill, a match of pure ability? You would lose, because you are not on my level! No, you need a toy don't you, Commandrix? Just like you needed someone to help you to even have a chance of defeating Isabel Rios! Well, there will be no one to save you this time! There will be no one for you to hide behind! And I am going to leave you broken at my feet!'
A smile, a cruel smile slid across the pale pretty face of Sinclair Godfrey as she shrugged absently.
'But don't worry, Commandrix. You will still be here as a warning to the rest of this rabble who dare to think, to even imagine they can take a shot at the Baroness! To think for a second that they can just stand in the way of Donzig-gun! I want them all to see the extent of my mercy by looking down at the shell of the once proud Commandrix! The so called Genius of War! But don't worry after the ODS and I defeat the Bastards, after we end this so called terrible Age of the Bastards that W:UK is inflicted with? I will be so kind to grant your precious Dark Stars a title shot!'
A laugh, and she winked.
'Just so we can beat them again! You see Commandrix, to you? This match is an ending, but to me? It is just the beginning of my reign as the greatest of the so called Amazons! And you will be the first to bend the knee!'
Sinclair smirked, and she turned away as she walked down the narrow alley. Her hands moved to spread the cloak she wore before she reached back to tug up her hood, the cloak swayed behind her. A hand lifted and she glanced back, and that voice purred again.
'See you soon.'
