Post by Oblivion Death Squad on Feb 13, 2023 23:04:52 GMT -5
‘Oh, just another kind of out-door game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, ‘Good fences make good neighbors.’
Donzig’s voice growled as the sound of stone grating against stone echoed across the cold misty morning.
‘Not every day we hear Robert Frost in an English garden.’
Murmured Sinclair Godfrey, and Donzig cocked his head.
‘Maybe, there should be. I have always had a soft spot for Frost.’
Outside in the rain soaked gardens of Godfrey Hall, the Oblivion Death Squad were hard at work. They seemed to be intent on building a massive stone wall and gate, dragging stone and wood across the ground beneath the silent eyes of the hooded Donzig who sat on an old crumbling wall watching them with indifference behind his mask. Behind him, also hooded against the chill of the misty morning was the Baroness.
Moloch lifted a huge rock into place, his arms straining before he shoved it into place. Mormo grunted at him, nodding before he lifted another to settle it beside the first. Then they started to mortar them together, before Moloch stomped over to grab another.
‘It is interesting to watch them build something isn’t it? Normally, they just seem to destroy things.’
Donzig sniffed, and he glanced up.
‘To create, one must destroy, my dear Sinclair. You see there is no place for us in this world as it is, we belong to another realm entirely. This place is a lie! But in the light of the cold hard truth, we must remake it from the ashes.’
A hand waved, and the Death Squad kept working at their wall in the feeble sunlight.
‘And so my boys tore down that old crumbling wall here in the garden, and they are making a new one. Just as we will destroy the accursed Bastards! Just like we will lay the entire fucking WUK tag team divsion to ruin! And if anyone else, if anyone else from these other miserable little companies shows up? The Oblivion Death Squad, Mormo and Moloch, will lay them down too!’
Donzig snarled, and he leaned forward as Moloch held a rock steady as Mormo swung a hammer to batter off the edge of it with slow steady blows. Sinclair watched them, and Donzig nodded with approval.
‘The Black Knife Cabal? Bah! In what world does Harding think he can defeat Mormo and Moloch! Neon Bushido? Please! The Glucks? The Dark Stars? Fairtex? Is this some sort of jest!’
‘Rage and Cage?’
Donzig hissed, his hooded hear turning to glare at the Baroness. And the Death Squad paused, looking over as a slow drizzle started to fall. Sinclair lifted her hands, and Donzig fumed.
‘That fucking prattling twit and his dopey brother will suffer for their insolence! I will suffer no more of their buffoonery, and I want them broken! No more jokes, no more of their snide PC commentary, no more! I want them ended!’
Sinclair nodded, and Donzig stared.
‘The Oblivion Death Squad are one of the elite fucking tag teams of the XHF, and it is past time that we reminded the entire W:UK of that! They will walk through the rabble, and they will take what has been denied them for far too long! The W:UK Tag Team Titles, we will strike the final blow against the Bastards.’
‘And us?’
Sinclair asked as the rain started to fall harder, and Donzig sniffed as he lifted his head to look at her as rain ran down across the metal of his mask. A hand waved, and he tilted his head as he growled.
‘We will send a message of our own, and if the ODS falls? We will take the prize for ourselves, we will make the Bastards watch as we take their precious Tag Team titles back to Donzig-gun as a prize of war.’
Mormo dropped another massive rock into place, and Moloch nodded as he walked over to grab another. Hauling it up from the ground with a snarl, shaking his head as he strained under the weight of it as he staggered towards the wall. Mormo watched him, and then helped him drag it into place before he grabbed a shovel to start digging out another section. Donzig nodded with approval.
‘And after they lay claim to the WUK titles? We will take the rest, we will make the entire XHF bow down before us. We will make them yield to the glory of Donzig-gun, and they pay us homage among the ruins.’
A snort of that rasping mechanical laughter, and he slid from the wall as the Death Squad looked up from their work.
‘You see, I am the thing that does not love a wall.’
‘Ne do të shkatërrojmë Bastards! Ne do të shkatërrojmë këdo që qëndron mes nesh dhe titujve! Kjo dorezë do të jetë terreni ynë i provës!’
Donzig inclined his head, nodding.
‘I have no doubt, you will destroy the Bastards! Or the others, because this gauntlet is your proving ground. I expect the two of you to destroy everyone in your way!’
‘Ne do të lëshojmë ferrin mbi këdo që qëndron para nesh! Ne do t'i kthejmë Titujt në Donzig-gun! Ne do t'i rrëzojmë njëherë e përgjithmonë Bastardët!’
Mormo snarled as he dropped another stone in place, and Donzig grunted.
‘Unleash Hell then, and bring the titles to where they belong! And as for the Bastards? We shall deal with them once and for all. They are distracted now, drawn into some war with those fools that Crane gathers around him. They watch each other as warily as their enemies, and we? Are as one.’
Mormo and Moloch nodded, and then they went back to their work.
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, ‘Good fences make good neighbors.’
Donzig’s voice growled as the sound of stone grating against stone echoed across the cold misty morning.
‘Not every day we hear Robert Frost in an English garden.’
Murmured Sinclair Godfrey, and Donzig cocked his head.
‘Maybe, there should be. I have always had a soft spot for Frost.’
Outside in the rain soaked gardens of Godfrey Hall, the Oblivion Death Squad were hard at work. They seemed to be intent on building a massive stone wall and gate, dragging stone and wood across the ground beneath the silent eyes of the hooded Donzig who sat on an old crumbling wall watching them with indifference behind his mask. Behind him, also hooded against the chill of the misty morning was the Baroness.
Moloch lifted a huge rock into place, his arms straining before he shoved it into place. Mormo grunted at him, nodding before he lifted another to settle it beside the first. Then they started to mortar them together, before Moloch stomped over to grab another.
‘It is interesting to watch them build something isn’t it? Normally, they just seem to destroy things.’
Donzig sniffed, and he glanced up.
‘To create, one must destroy, my dear Sinclair. You see there is no place for us in this world as it is, we belong to another realm entirely. This place is a lie! But in the light of the cold hard truth, we must remake it from the ashes.’
A hand waved, and the Death Squad kept working at their wall in the feeble sunlight.
‘And so my boys tore down that old crumbling wall here in the garden, and they are making a new one. Just as we will destroy the accursed Bastards! Just like we will lay the entire fucking WUK tag team divsion to ruin! And if anyone else, if anyone else from these other miserable little companies shows up? The Oblivion Death Squad, Mormo and Moloch, will lay them down too!’
Donzig snarled, and he leaned forward as Moloch held a rock steady as Mormo swung a hammer to batter off the edge of it with slow steady blows. Sinclair watched them, and Donzig nodded with approval.
‘The Black Knife Cabal? Bah! In what world does Harding think he can defeat Mormo and Moloch! Neon Bushido? Please! The Glucks? The Dark Stars? Fairtex? Is this some sort of jest!’
‘Rage and Cage?’
Donzig hissed, his hooded hear turning to glare at the Baroness. And the Death Squad paused, looking over as a slow drizzle started to fall. Sinclair lifted her hands, and Donzig fumed.
‘That fucking prattling twit and his dopey brother will suffer for their insolence! I will suffer no more of their buffoonery, and I want them broken! No more jokes, no more of their snide PC commentary, no more! I want them ended!’
Sinclair nodded, and Donzig stared.
‘The Oblivion Death Squad are one of the elite fucking tag teams of the XHF, and it is past time that we reminded the entire W:UK of that! They will walk through the rabble, and they will take what has been denied them for far too long! The W:UK Tag Team Titles, we will strike the final blow against the Bastards.’
‘And us?’
Sinclair asked as the rain started to fall harder, and Donzig sniffed as he lifted his head to look at her as rain ran down across the metal of his mask. A hand waved, and he tilted his head as he growled.
‘We will send a message of our own, and if the ODS falls? We will take the prize for ourselves, we will make the Bastards watch as we take their precious Tag Team titles back to Donzig-gun as a prize of war.’
Mormo dropped another massive rock into place, and Moloch nodded as he walked over to grab another. Hauling it up from the ground with a snarl, shaking his head as he strained under the weight of it as he staggered towards the wall. Mormo watched him, and then helped him drag it into place before he grabbed a shovel to start digging out another section. Donzig nodded with approval.
‘And after they lay claim to the WUK titles? We will take the rest, we will make the entire XHF bow down before us. We will make them yield to the glory of Donzig-gun, and they pay us homage among the ruins.’
A snort of that rasping mechanical laughter, and he slid from the wall as the Death Squad looked up from their work.
‘You see, I am the thing that does not love a wall.’
‘Ne do të shkatërrojmë Bastards! Ne do të shkatërrojmë këdo që qëndron mes nesh dhe titujve! Kjo dorezë do të jetë terreni ynë i provës!’
Donzig inclined his head, nodding.
‘I have no doubt, you will destroy the Bastards! Or the others, because this gauntlet is your proving ground. I expect the two of you to destroy everyone in your way!’
‘Ne do të lëshojmë ferrin mbi këdo që qëndron para nesh! Ne do t'i kthejmë Titujt në Donzig-gun! Ne do t'i rrëzojmë njëherë e përgjithmonë Bastardët!’
Mormo snarled as he dropped another stone in place, and Donzig grunted.
‘Unleash Hell then, and bring the titles to where they belong! And as for the Bastards? We shall deal with them once and for all. They are distracted now, drawn into some war with those fools that Crane gathers around him. They watch each other as warily as their enemies, and we? Are as one.’
Mormo and Moloch nodded, and then they went back to their work.
