Post by Oblivion Death Squad on Mar 12, 2023 13:37:43 GMT -5
Mormo and Moloch sat inside the small dimly lit room in the basement of Godfrey Hall, and a number of servants walked around the pair. Wrapping bandages around their wounds, or checking on the more severe wounds as the pair growled at them. A pair of footmen darted back as Moloch swept a massive arm towards them, eyes narrowing. Mormo scowled, and he flexed his huge hand as he stared down at it. Then he motioned them back as he leaned forward.
His voice a low growl, as the subtitles started.
‘Glucks. No doubt you think Armand has made your job easier don’t you? You think we are wounded prey don’t you? You couldn’t be more wrong! Because we are the Oblivion Death Squad! We are the footsoldiers of the Scourge! The Heralds of the Apocalypse!’
Moloch grunted, waving back the woman who was trying to wrap bandages around his leg.
‘You think we have not fought injured? You think we have not battled through pain, Glucks? We are pain! Our lives are agony and suffering! And soon, very soon we will grind the pair of you into the very earth! We were born in the streets, we were forged on the mean streets of Albania long before we walked the lands of the pit!’
Mormo nodded at his words, then rose to his feet as he shoved aside one of the servants and sent a few tools bouncing across the floor. He rolled his shoulders, and stared at his bandaged hands.
‘What do you know of street rights, Glucks? What do you know about what it takes to put a man down when there are no rules! We have battled the greatest tag teams in SWAT, in NPW, in the entire XHF! And we have beat them when there are no rules! No rules but to win! And so it shall be with the pair of you!’
The hulking brute tore at the bandages on his arm, yanking at them before he started to unravel them from around his arm. The medics tried to stop him, but he shoved them aside as he snarled before Moloch grabbed his shoulder.
‘You think Armand has made us weak? You think what he has done makes your job easier? We will walk into Belfast, and we will show the entire WUK who and what we are when we break the pair of you! We will rip the pair of you to apart, and then we will turn our attention to what you stole from us at the Gauntlet! The Wrestling: UK Tag Team championships! You think the Bastards can escape us again? Salt and Pepper?’
Moloch spat, and Mormo snorted a harsh laugh.
‘Rage and Cage?’
The pair shook their heads, and Mormo slammed his big fist against his chest as he started to stalk back and forth. He snarled, shaking his head as he shouldered aside Moloch.
‘We have faced the greatest teams in the XHF! And the Glucks think they will deny us? Armand thinks he will break us with his nonsense? No! We are Mormo and Moloch! We are the servants of the Scourge, we have walked the depths of the Abyss, we have stood before the Great Nothing! And we do not break not for Armand, and not for the likes of you! We will drag you through the bowels of that arena, we will throw you among the crowd, and we will beat you inside the ring and out of it.’
The Death Squad nodded at each other, and then they swept from the room. Moloch growled under his breath as he shoved another butler from his way.
‘And as for Armand Von Krauss? We will even the score with him as well! Armand do you think you can lay your hands on the Children of the Fall without suffering for it? No.’
‘No.’ spat Mormo, and the pair disappeared down the halls.
His voice a low growl, as the subtitles started.
‘Glucks. No doubt you think Armand has made your job easier don’t you? You think we are wounded prey don’t you? You couldn’t be more wrong! Because we are the Oblivion Death Squad! We are the footsoldiers of the Scourge! The Heralds of the Apocalypse!’
Moloch grunted, waving back the woman who was trying to wrap bandages around his leg.
‘You think we have not fought injured? You think we have not battled through pain, Glucks? We are pain! Our lives are agony and suffering! And soon, very soon we will grind the pair of you into the very earth! We were born in the streets, we were forged on the mean streets of Albania long before we walked the lands of the pit!’
Mormo nodded at his words, then rose to his feet as he shoved aside one of the servants and sent a few tools bouncing across the floor. He rolled his shoulders, and stared at his bandaged hands.
‘What do you know of street rights, Glucks? What do you know about what it takes to put a man down when there are no rules! We have battled the greatest tag teams in SWAT, in NPW, in the entire XHF! And we have beat them when there are no rules! No rules but to win! And so it shall be with the pair of you!’
The hulking brute tore at the bandages on his arm, yanking at them before he started to unravel them from around his arm. The medics tried to stop him, but he shoved them aside as he snarled before Moloch grabbed his shoulder.
‘You think Armand has made us weak? You think what he has done makes your job easier? We will walk into Belfast, and we will show the entire WUK who and what we are when we break the pair of you! We will rip the pair of you to apart, and then we will turn our attention to what you stole from us at the Gauntlet! The Wrestling: UK Tag Team championships! You think the Bastards can escape us again? Salt and Pepper?’
Moloch spat, and Mormo snorted a harsh laugh.
‘Rage and Cage?’
The pair shook their heads, and Mormo slammed his big fist against his chest as he started to stalk back and forth. He snarled, shaking his head as he shouldered aside Moloch.
‘We have faced the greatest teams in the XHF! And the Glucks think they will deny us? Armand thinks he will break us with his nonsense? No! We are Mormo and Moloch! We are the servants of the Scourge, we have walked the depths of the Abyss, we have stood before the Great Nothing! And we do not break not for Armand, and not for the likes of you! We will drag you through the bowels of that arena, we will throw you among the crowd, and we will beat you inside the ring and out of it.’
The Death Squad nodded at each other, and then they swept from the room. Moloch growled under his breath as he shoved another butler from his way.
‘And as for Armand Von Krauss? We will even the score with him as well! Armand do you think you can lay your hands on the Children of the Fall without suffering for it? No.’
‘No.’ spat Mormo, and the pair disappeared down the halls.
