Post by SinclairGodfrey on Nov 12, 2022 10:27:36 GMT -5
'Lord, what fools these mortals be!'
Sinclair sighed, and her book snapped closed before she tossed it aside. She frowned at the camera, and slid to her feet before she smoothed her long coat. She shrugged, pacing slowly before a hand lifted.
'Julianna, I know you are new here. I know you and Fowler are not the smartest people in the company, or Britain. But part of my duties here in Donzig-gun is that I am considered the velvet glove, I am the patient one. You see we all have our roles to play in the Empire of Ash. First of all, you say I am not a queen because I apologized to Donzig for my failure? Well, Julianna, even a queen bows down before a GOD!'
Sinclair's voice rose, and she stared into the flames on the hearth before she spun. Her eyes blazed with a fury, and a hand lifted.
'But you, much like Fowler don't seem to recognize your betters. You see for some reason, you think you can clout chase like a child by throwing baby insults at Donzig. Now, I know you don't actually want his attention, Julianna. Because you are good, you maybe great, but he is not like you. He is not like us. He will break you in half, he will rend you limb from limb just to stave off his own ennui for fifteen minutes. You see the pair of you deluded fools, you blessed idiots seem to have missed something at Battle of Britain, he took out a man's eye just because he felt like it! And frankly, much like you? I don't think he was aware Jakie Wentzel was a person until he climbed that ladder and defied his will!'
Sinclair spread her hands, shrugging as she tilted her head before she started to pace again.
'Now, I know you don't want his attention. Which means you just insulted the Great Dark to get my attention, you are trying to anger me in the hopes I come in and act like reckless. But once again, your pretty little empty head betrays you, because we are Donzig-gun. We are reckless, we don't care if we are broken as long as we drag our enemies down with us. I will batter myself against the very earth as long as I take you with me, Julianna. That is what we are, that is who we are, we are weapons. We are the reckoning of this world! We wreak havoc that is what we are!'
A slight shrug.
'You again tell me how great you did in the Battle of Britain, but you still lost didn't you? And you didn't enter at number one, you didn't face the legends that I faced! You came in and the end, and you what? Got defeated by the scraps? Please, you're embarrassing yourself. But it's okay, my lovely trollop, I am going to give you a chance to redeem yourself against an icon. Because I have only suffered three singles defeats in the last two years, and you? You're not the Usurper, you're not that witch Blaze, and you are definitely not Eron Hunter.'
A hand lifted, and her fingers brushed her hair back from her face as she pressed her lips into a grim line.
'Here is the problem you have, Julianna. I don't care if I win anymore, I don't care if I beat you, I don't care about the British TV title. What I care about is hurting you, what I care about is making you suffer, in making you bleed. I am going to take your pretty face and I am going to drive into the cold cement floor of the arena! I am going to wrap the first steel chair I can lay my hands on? Around your skull! You want a rematch? You want a shot at the Commonwealth Title? Maybe they will scrape enough of you off the floor to get one. Because frankly watching Hunter beat you again would warm my heart.'
Sinclair frowned, and she dropped back into her ornate chair. She leaned back slowly, her legs folding as she lifted a hand to inspect her nails before she shrugged. Her eyes narrowed, licking her lips.
'You seem my dear empty headed bleach blonde friend that losing one battle makes you not a queen. But let me explain something to you, because I know from long years in this business that the schools in America are frankly? Rubbish. Queen Elizabeth struggled for 60 years to keep her throne alone as a woman in a world of men. Mary, Queen of Scots made allies and bad choices to keep her own throne. And ultimately she died as a Queen, but her son rose to rule! And the Empress Matilda fought for 15 years to take her rightful throne, 15 years that tore this country apart! But you think you're a Queen? You have no idea what that means, Julianna. You're a court jester.'
Sinclair leaned forward, and her hands tightened on the arms of her chair.
'You see what you, and that other idiot need to understand is that Donzig-gun is an empire. We go where we want, we strike dread into the XHF wherever we go, and yes! I suppose we are boring, maybe we are repetitive, maybe the three of you are correct in your opinions! But the facts are? The three of you aren't much better. You and your little snide comments, the other one with his drunken bravado. But the truth is? You will bend the knee.'
She leaned back then, frowning.
'Or I will collect your pretty head. See you soon.'
Sinclair sighed, and her book snapped closed before she tossed it aside. She frowned at the camera, and slid to her feet before she smoothed her long coat. She shrugged, pacing slowly before a hand lifted.
'Julianna, I know you are new here. I know you and Fowler are not the smartest people in the company, or Britain. But part of my duties here in Donzig-gun is that I am considered the velvet glove, I am the patient one. You see we all have our roles to play in the Empire of Ash. First of all, you say I am not a queen because I apologized to Donzig for my failure? Well, Julianna, even a queen bows down before a GOD!'
Sinclair's voice rose, and she stared into the flames on the hearth before she spun. Her eyes blazed with a fury, and a hand lifted.
'But you, much like Fowler don't seem to recognize your betters. You see for some reason, you think you can clout chase like a child by throwing baby insults at Donzig. Now, I know you don't actually want his attention, Julianna. Because you are good, you maybe great, but he is not like you. He is not like us. He will break you in half, he will rend you limb from limb just to stave off his own ennui for fifteen minutes. You see the pair of you deluded fools, you blessed idiots seem to have missed something at Battle of Britain, he took out a man's eye just because he felt like it! And frankly, much like you? I don't think he was aware Jakie Wentzel was a person until he climbed that ladder and defied his will!'
Sinclair spread her hands, shrugging as she tilted her head before she started to pace again.
'Now, I know you don't want his attention. Which means you just insulted the Great Dark to get my attention, you are trying to anger me in the hopes I come in and act like reckless. But once again, your pretty little empty head betrays you, because we are Donzig-gun. We are reckless, we don't care if we are broken as long as we drag our enemies down with us. I will batter myself against the very earth as long as I take you with me, Julianna. That is what we are, that is who we are, we are weapons. We are the reckoning of this world! We wreak havoc that is what we are!'
A slight shrug.
'You again tell me how great you did in the Battle of Britain, but you still lost didn't you? And you didn't enter at number one, you didn't face the legends that I faced! You came in and the end, and you what? Got defeated by the scraps? Please, you're embarrassing yourself. But it's okay, my lovely trollop, I am going to give you a chance to redeem yourself against an icon. Because I have only suffered three singles defeats in the last two years, and you? You're not the Usurper, you're not that witch Blaze, and you are definitely not Eron Hunter.'
A hand lifted, and her fingers brushed her hair back from her face as she pressed her lips into a grim line.
'Here is the problem you have, Julianna. I don't care if I win anymore, I don't care if I beat you, I don't care about the British TV title. What I care about is hurting you, what I care about is making you suffer, in making you bleed. I am going to take your pretty face and I am going to drive into the cold cement floor of the arena! I am going to wrap the first steel chair I can lay my hands on? Around your skull! You want a rematch? You want a shot at the Commonwealth Title? Maybe they will scrape enough of you off the floor to get one. Because frankly watching Hunter beat you again would warm my heart.'
Sinclair frowned, and she dropped back into her ornate chair. She leaned back slowly, her legs folding as she lifted a hand to inspect her nails before she shrugged. Her eyes narrowed, licking her lips.
'You seem my dear empty headed bleach blonde friend that losing one battle makes you not a queen. But let me explain something to you, because I know from long years in this business that the schools in America are frankly? Rubbish. Queen Elizabeth struggled for 60 years to keep her throne alone as a woman in a world of men. Mary, Queen of Scots made allies and bad choices to keep her own throne. And ultimately she died as a Queen, but her son rose to rule! And the Empress Matilda fought for 15 years to take her rightful throne, 15 years that tore this country apart! But you think you're a Queen? You have no idea what that means, Julianna. You're a court jester.'
Sinclair leaned forward, and her hands tightened on the arms of her chair.
'You see what you, and that other idiot need to understand is that Donzig-gun is an empire. We go where we want, we strike dread into the XHF wherever we go, and yes! I suppose we are boring, maybe we are repetitive, maybe the three of you are correct in your opinions! But the facts are? The three of you aren't much better. You and your little snide comments, the other one with his drunken bravado. But the truth is? You will bend the knee.'
She leaned back then, frowning.
'Or I will collect your pretty head. See you soon.'
