Post by SinclairGodfrey on Feb 11, 2023 1:06:50 GMT -5
‘September 16th, 2021. That is the day that the reign of the Bastards as tag team champions began. 513 days as champions. Do you even realize how many champions, how many tag teams, how many entire companies have risen and fallen in that time! But they remain, the Bastards.’
Sinclair’s voice whispered from the darkness, and then she struck a match. She stared at the flickering flame before she lit a candle. The match was shaken out, and tossed aside as her fingers absently moved through the dancing flames.
‘When this reign began? Butter was the number one song by the Empty Night! For 513 days, the Bastards have beaten back every challenger to their throne. And alot of people would claim these were hollow challenges. But those people would be fools.’
Sinclair shrugged, her eyes reflecting the flames as she stared into it. Fingers still moving lazily as she spoke.
‘The Dark Stars, former world Champions. Team Fairtex, former world champions. The Revenants? The Marsupials of Mayhem? They even defeated Prime Time! They stood inside of that ring, and somehow? They beat Donzig and Steve Awesome, and I assure you that the Scourge has not forgotten it.’
Sinclair leaned forward, sniffing as she shook her head.
‘The Bastards even managed to dodge the fury of the Oblivion Death Squad more then once. They escaped even our new friends, the Brothers Gluck.’
Sinclair rose from the table, shrugging as she disappeared into the shadows. She paced slowly, her long gown rustling in the darkness as she was just beyond the edge of that guttering candle as her voice spoke.
‘But on February 27th? After 529 days as the longest reigning champions in the history of W:UK? That will end. Because you see already the vultures are circling, they are drawn to dying prey. All of them, how many teams are waiting for you to fall! How many, and not just from W:UK! But from beyond, and of course?’
Sinclair lunged forward again, staring at the candle as she leaned over the table.
‘We are waiting. You see after you battle your way through all of these teams, all of these people praying on your downfall? You will find us waiting, the power of Donzig-gun! Donzig and myself, and we will do what we should have done long ago! And that is to end the reign of the Bastards once and for all. You see the lot of you are not ready for us, and you might think that Donzig will be battered, that he might be exhausted from his battle with the Sheik, from facing these other teams.’
Sinclair shook her head, snorting a delicate laugh as she sat down on the table near the candle. Her hand lifting to drag her long fingers through the flickering flames, and she shrugged as her lips pressed into a thin line.
‘But you know as well as I do, that he will be drunk on blood and fury. That he feeds on pain, and that all of this! All of this will just make him hungrier. And above all things? For 529 days, probably for longer? The Bastards have been a thorn in the side of Donzig-gun, they have been a thorn in the side of the Scourge. What with your little jokes, and your little comments, and with your antics. Always twisting, always escaping, always somehow coming out ahead no matter what he does to bring you low!’
Sinclair frowned.
‘This isn’t even about the titles, boys. He wants you humbled, he wants you brought low, he wants you to suffer the indignity of defeat. He wants 529 days to be the end of it! And if that means we have to throw ourselves on the pyre to drag you down? So be it! We will leave just enough of you for one of these other teams to kill off. We are not above that.’
A smirk, and she leaned forward with a shrug.
‘Frank. Rob. Billy. Listen to me, all good things must come to an end. And this? This is an ending.’
Sinclair’s hand lifted, and she reached over to slowly close her fingers on the candle’s wick. The flame died with a hiss, tendrils of smoke swirling upwards as her voice spoke again from the shadows.
‘See you soon.’
Sinclair’s voice whispered from the darkness, and then she struck a match. She stared at the flickering flame before she lit a candle. The match was shaken out, and tossed aside as her fingers absently moved through the dancing flames.
‘When this reign began? Butter was the number one song by the Empty Night! For 513 days, the Bastards have beaten back every challenger to their throne. And alot of people would claim these were hollow challenges. But those people would be fools.’
Sinclair shrugged, her eyes reflecting the flames as she stared into it. Fingers still moving lazily as she spoke.
‘The Dark Stars, former world Champions. Team Fairtex, former world champions. The Revenants? The Marsupials of Mayhem? They even defeated Prime Time! They stood inside of that ring, and somehow? They beat Donzig and Steve Awesome, and I assure you that the Scourge has not forgotten it.’
Sinclair leaned forward, sniffing as she shook her head.
‘The Bastards even managed to dodge the fury of the Oblivion Death Squad more then once. They escaped even our new friends, the Brothers Gluck.’
Sinclair rose from the table, shrugging as she disappeared into the shadows. She paced slowly, her long gown rustling in the darkness as she was just beyond the edge of that guttering candle as her voice spoke.
‘But on February 27th? After 529 days as the longest reigning champions in the history of W:UK? That will end. Because you see already the vultures are circling, they are drawn to dying prey. All of them, how many teams are waiting for you to fall! How many, and not just from W:UK! But from beyond, and of course?’
Sinclair lunged forward again, staring at the candle as she leaned over the table.
‘We are waiting. You see after you battle your way through all of these teams, all of these people praying on your downfall? You will find us waiting, the power of Donzig-gun! Donzig and myself, and we will do what we should have done long ago! And that is to end the reign of the Bastards once and for all. You see the lot of you are not ready for us, and you might think that Donzig will be battered, that he might be exhausted from his battle with the Sheik, from facing these other teams.’
Sinclair shook her head, snorting a delicate laugh as she sat down on the table near the candle. Her hand lifting to drag her long fingers through the flickering flames, and she shrugged as her lips pressed into a thin line.
‘But you know as well as I do, that he will be drunk on blood and fury. That he feeds on pain, and that all of this! All of this will just make him hungrier. And above all things? For 529 days, probably for longer? The Bastards have been a thorn in the side of Donzig-gun, they have been a thorn in the side of the Scourge. What with your little jokes, and your little comments, and with your antics. Always twisting, always escaping, always somehow coming out ahead no matter what he does to bring you low!’
Sinclair frowned.
‘This isn’t even about the titles, boys. He wants you humbled, he wants you brought low, he wants you to suffer the indignity of defeat. He wants 529 days to be the end of it! And if that means we have to throw ourselves on the pyre to drag you down? So be it! We will leave just enough of you for one of these other teams to kill off. We are not above that.’
A smirk, and she leaned forward with a shrug.
‘Frank. Rob. Billy. Listen to me, all good things must come to an end. And this? This is an ending.’
Sinclair’s hand lifted, and she reached over to slowly close her fingers on the candle’s wick. The flame died with a hiss, tendrils of smoke swirling upwards as her voice spoke again from the shadows.
‘See you soon.’
