Post by Oblivion Death Squad on Aug 20, 2023 20:21:00 GMT -5
Note: Italics are subtitled from Albanian.
Inside a darkened room where a single lightbulb swings back and forth overhead, the hulking brute known as Moloch sits there staring at his massive hands. He flexes his fingers, nodding to himself before he starts taping them once more as he rumbles. His eyes were cold and narrowed, and he stares at nothing.
‘Spike Kane. You speak bold words don’t you, little man. Failing to end you was the beginning of where it all went wrong. But inside the Toyota Center in Houston, Texas? I am going to finish what we started in San Francisco. I am going to punish you for your sins, all of your sins, I will teach you what it means to defy the will of Oblivion!’
He tore off a piece of tape, and he stared at his black taped hand as he turned it slowly. He flexed and curled his thick fingers, and slammed it into his palm before he set to work on the other one. He growled, muttering.
‘Time and time again, you attacked the man who saved me from the streets! You laid hands on the Great Dark! You stole from me, from all of us! But you didn’t stop there did you, Spike! Did you! No! NO!’
Moloch rose, and he threw the tape across the room, It bounced against the wall, and went flying off into the darkness before he grabbed a steel chair to send it cracking against the wall as well. He grabbed it, blasting it over the bench before he tossed the bent and warped thing aside. His shoulders heaving as he spat, a hand lifting.
‘You attacked my brother! You attacked my comrade! The man who is closer to me than anyone alive! Mormo and I have done things together that you can not dream of! But you stole him from me! You sent him to the hospital, for what? Because you were denied your vengeance! You think you’re special don’t you, Spike? But the facts are? It was your time! It was your time! If Donzig had not struck you down? Someone else would have!’
A sneer, and he glared.
‘You should have stayed dead. You should have stayed in Hell! But don’t worry, Spike. I will save you from yourself, from the error of your ways, I am going to hurt you! Punish you! I am going to batter you into the ground, and I am going to tear you apart! I am going to make an example of you, God of Xtreme!’
Moloch crossed the room, and his fist smashed into the steel door of the locker. The metal bent under his blow, and he stared at it before he threw another punch. He turned slowly, eyes narrowed as he flexed his fingers.
‘I will send a message to the entire XHF! To all of the WUK! I will show them that we are still strong! That we are to be feared! They will know what it means to cross the Oblivion Death Squad! I will avenge Donzig! I will avenge Mormo! I will avenge us! I am coming for you, Spike Kane! And I will send you back to Hell!’
Mormo paused, and he ducked down to tear something from the floor. He turned it in his hands slowly, and stared down at it. It was his skull mask, the empty eyes of it stared up at him as he looked into them. He nodded slowly, and then he slowly pulled it on before he stalks for the door. Rolling his shoulders before he ripped the door open, slamming it shut behind him.
Inside a darkened room where a single lightbulb swings back and forth overhead, the hulking brute known as Moloch sits there staring at his massive hands. He flexes his fingers, nodding to himself before he starts taping them once more as he rumbles. His eyes were cold and narrowed, and he stares at nothing.
‘Spike Kane. You speak bold words don’t you, little man. Failing to end you was the beginning of where it all went wrong. But inside the Toyota Center in Houston, Texas? I am going to finish what we started in San Francisco. I am going to punish you for your sins, all of your sins, I will teach you what it means to defy the will of Oblivion!’
He tore off a piece of tape, and he stared at his black taped hand as he turned it slowly. He flexed and curled his thick fingers, and slammed it into his palm before he set to work on the other one. He growled, muttering.
‘Time and time again, you attacked the man who saved me from the streets! You laid hands on the Great Dark! You stole from me, from all of us! But you didn’t stop there did you, Spike! Did you! No! NO!’
Moloch rose, and he threw the tape across the room, It bounced against the wall, and went flying off into the darkness before he grabbed a steel chair to send it cracking against the wall as well. He grabbed it, blasting it over the bench before he tossed the bent and warped thing aside. His shoulders heaving as he spat, a hand lifting.
‘You attacked my brother! You attacked my comrade! The man who is closer to me than anyone alive! Mormo and I have done things together that you can not dream of! But you stole him from me! You sent him to the hospital, for what? Because you were denied your vengeance! You think you’re special don’t you, Spike? But the facts are? It was your time! It was your time! If Donzig had not struck you down? Someone else would have!’
A sneer, and he glared.
‘You should have stayed dead. You should have stayed in Hell! But don’t worry, Spike. I will save you from yourself, from the error of your ways, I am going to hurt you! Punish you! I am going to batter you into the ground, and I am going to tear you apart! I am going to make an example of you, God of Xtreme!’
Moloch crossed the room, and his fist smashed into the steel door of the locker. The metal bent under his blow, and he stared at it before he threw another punch. He turned slowly, eyes narrowed as he flexed his fingers.
‘I will send a message to the entire XHF! To all of the WUK! I will show them that we are still strong! That we are to be feared! They will know what it means to cross the Oblivion Death Squad! I will avenge Donzig! I will avenge Mormo! I will avenge us! I am coming for you, Spike Kane! And I will send you back to Hell!’
Mormo paused, and he ducked down to tear something from the floor. He turned it in his hands slowly, and stared down at it. It was his skull mask, the empty eyes of it stared up at him as he looked into them. He nodded slowly, and then he slowly pulled it on before he stalks for the door. Rolling his shoulders before he ripped the door open, slamming it shut behind him.
