Post by SinclairGodfrey on Dec 21, 2022 23:47:33 GMT -5
‘The Von Krauss.’
The voice of the Baroness Sinclair Godfrey said softly, and she tsked as she walked back and forth. A faint smirk curled her lip and she leaned forward on the table, holding out a finely carved crystal goblet. An older man in a butler’s uniform filled it with wine, then stepped back as the Baroness swirled it absently before taking a slow sip.
‘Jakie Wentzel. Adrienne Blaque. Esmeralda Von Krauss, the Usurper. And of course, Armand.’
Sinclair shrugged, and she sat down the goblet before she leaned back in the antique chair with a faint frown.
‘And of course your clowns, and your brute, Tarrasque. I know you thought we had forgotten him, but no we forget nothing. It is sad that it has come to this. I was rather fond of you, and the Scourge was content to let you play your games. Until the Usurper stole from him, and as you know? No one steals from Death in High Places.’
A sigh, and she reclaimed her glass to lift it once more to her lips. A faint smile as she tapped her fingers against the polished wood, and she continued.
‘I have beaten you, Esmeralda. I know you remember that I have laid you low twice, though some people in W:UK would point out that my win-loss record here is not so great? You know better don’t you? You see unlike most members of my order, unlike most members of Donzig-gun I know very well our shortcomings. And foremost among them?’
Sinclair sipped again, licking her lips as she leaned back with the goblet held in her hand.
‘Donzig will overlook all of you, you and I both know it. His arrogance is the only thing that matches his rage, and you have used that against him in the past. But that trick won’t work on me, Usurper. And I know that Mormo and Moloch can be a little thick, but that doesn’t matter does it? Because you don’t have any answers for me do you?’
Sinclair leaned forward again, eyes narrowing.
‘You see as powerful, as mighty as the Vom Krauss are? Donzig-gun is the home of two generational talents, I know some stupid people may have forgotten that! I know that some people in the XHF may not even consider us a threat, or legit? But you’re not stupid are you, Esmeralda? You know what we are capable of, and you know that your little Dynasty is walking into a reckoning at New Years Brawl!’
Sinclair took a deep breath as her voice had risen to a near shriek, and she pressed her fist against her lips as she glared around her. Then she reclaimed her goblet taking another gulp before she held it out for the butler again. It was refilled, and she stared at it before it was sat aside.
‘The Von Krauss are used to people being afraid of them, of being afraid of their games and schemes. But now what will you do when you walk into Glasgow and you find yourself face to face with people who are devoid of that fear? Who don’t care about your games and schemes? What will happen when the proud Armand finds himself against someone willing to match him violence for violence? When Esmeralda finds herself against someone who schemes in their very sleep? When Jakie finds someone just as unwilling to bend as he is? Or when poor Adrienne finds someone just as eager to fight as she is.’
Sinclair smiled, and she leaned back with her wine in hand.
‘And that is just one of us. Not one of you is ready for him. Esmeralda knew this, but you forced her hand didn’t you, Armand? And inside? You know it too, you know what he will do to you. What he is capable of, he is going to walk into that arena drunk on blood, and grown strong on the death of a dying year. He will devour your dynasty, he will break the four you to pieces with the force of his will. And then?’
Sinclair smiled, and she sipped at her wine once more before she swirled it.
‘All of the people of W:UK will have a new reason to fear because I will remind the Great Dark of their sins against Donzig-gun. I will remind him of their slurs, and their mockeries, and their little whispers when they think we can not hear. And I will stand at his side as the Scourge comes for them all, the phony tough, the false strong, the proud, and the righteous. Isn’t it comforting to know that the only thing between you fools and Oblivion is the Von Krauss Dynasty?’
The Baroness laughed a mocking sound, and she shook her head before the goblet was slammed down again. And she rose, glaring as she swept past the butler to walk over to the massive hearth. She stared into the flames, frowning as her arms folded over her chest.
‘You see everyone in W:UK needs a reminder, and that reminder will be what we do to the four of you at New Years Brawl. And it will remind everyone, everyone from the God of Xtreme, to Gus Arnold and his crusaders, to that insipid Crane and his friend from Reedy Creek, and most of all to the Bastards! That this maybe your age, that you may think you own W:UK. But no, no, no, W:UK is ours! Wrestle: UK belongs to Donzig-gun, beneath it’s flesh and inside of it’s heart? It is a thing of the Great Dark! And that means all of you? Are ours.’
Sinclair smiled, and her head tilted.
‘See you soon.’
The voice of the Baroness Sinclair Godfrey said softly, and she tsked as she walked back and forth. A faint smirk curled her lip and she leaned forward on the table, holding out a finely carved crystal goblet. An older man in a butler’s uniform filled it with wine, then stepped back as the Baroness swirled it absently before taking a slow sip.
‘Jakie Wentzel. Adrienne Blaque. Esmeralda Von Krauss, the Usurper. And of course, Armand.’
Sinclair shrugged, and she sat down the goblet before she leaned back in the antique chair with a faint frown.
‘And of course your clowns, and your brute, Tarrasque. I know you thought we had forgotten him, but no we forget nothing. It is sad that it has come to this. I was rather fond of you, and the Scourge was content to let you play your games. Until the Usurper stole from him, and as you know? No one steals from Death in High Places.’
A sigh, and she reclaimed her glass to lift it once more to her lips. A faint smile as she tapped her fingers against the polished wood, and she continued.
‘I have beaten you, Esmeralda. I know you remember that I have laid you low twice, though some people in W:UK would point out that my win-loss record here is not so great? You know better don’t you? You see unlike most members of my order, unlike most members of Donzig-gun I know very well our shortcomings. And foremost among them?’
Sinclair sipped again, licking her lips as she leaned back with the goblet held in her hand.
‘Donzig will overlook all of you, you and I both know it. His arrogance is the only thing that matches his rage, and you have used that against him in the past. But that trick won’t work on me, Usurper. And I know that Mormo and Moloch can be a little thick, but that doesn’t matter does it? Because you don’t have any answers for me do you?’
Sinclair leaned forward again, eyes narrowing.
‘You see as powerful, as mighty as the Vom Krauss are? Donzig-gun is the home of two generational talents, I know some stupid people may have forgotten that! I know that some people in the XHF may not even consider us a threat, or legit? But you’re not stupid are you, Esmeralda? You know what we are capable of, and you know that your little Dynasty is walking into a reckoning at New Years Brawl!’
Sinclair took a deep breath as her voice had risen to a near shriek, and she pressed her fist against her lips as she glared around her. Then she reclaimed her goblet taking another gulp before she held it out for the butler again. It was refilled, and she stared at it before it was sat aside.
‘The Von Krauss are used to people being afraid of them, of being afraid of their games and schemes. But now what will you do when you walk into Glasgow and you find yourself face to face with people who are devoid of that fear? Who don’t care about your games and schemes? What will happen when the proud Armand finds himself against someone willing to match him violence for violence? When Esmeralda finds herself against someone who schemes in their very sleep? When Jakie finds someone just as unwilling to bend as he is? Or when poor Adrienne finds someone just as eager to fight as she is.’
Sinclair smiled, and she leaned back with her wine in hand.
‘And that is just one of us. Not one of you is ready for him. Esmeralda knew this, but you forced her hand didn’t you, Armand? And inside? You know it too, you know what he will do to you. What he is capable of, he is going to walk into that arena drunk on blood, and grown strong on the death of a dying year. He will devour your dynasty, he will break the four you to pieces with the force of his will. And then?’
Sinclair smiled, and she sipped at her wine once more before she swirled it.
‘All of the people of W:UK will have a new reason to fear because I will remind the Great Dark of their sins against Donzig-gun. I will remind him of their slurs, and their mockeries, and their little whispers when they think we can not hear. And I will stand at his side as the Scourge comes for them all, the phony tough, the false strong, the proud, and the righteous. Isn’t it comforting to know that the only thing between you fools and Oblivion is the Von Krauss Dynasty?’
The Baroness laughed a mocking sound, and she shook her head before the goblet was slammed down again. And she rose, glaring as she swept past the butler to walk over to the massive hearth. She stared into the flames, frowning as her arms folded over her chest.
‘You see everyone in W:UK needs a reminder, and that reminder will be what we do to the four of you at New Years Brawl. And it will remind everyone, everyone from the God of Xtreme, to Gus Arnold and his crusaders, to that insipid Crane and his friend from Reedy Creek, and most of all to the Bastards! That this maybe your age, that you may think you own W:UK. But no, no, no, W:UK is ours! Wrestle: UK belongs to Donzig-gun, beneath it’s flesh and inside of it’s heart? It is a thing of the Great Dark! And that means all of you? Are ours.’
Sinclair smiled, and her head tilted.
‘See you soon.’
