Post by Oblivion Death Squad on Sept 10, 2023 14:53:09 GMT -5
Now.
‘Have you been watching tape?’
Asked Sinclair Godfrey as she walked with the pair down the hallway. Mormo grunted a reply, and Moloch nodded in swift agreement. Of course, they had watched tape. They had studied the skill set and moves of Cut Throat Chaos, and how best to try and counter them. They were skilled, dangerous, but the Oblivion Death Squad was just as dangerous.
Though where Cut Throat Chaos relied on skill and speed, the ODS relied on brute force and endurance. The great strength of Mormo and Moloch was the ability to take and dish out alot of punishment. They were implacable, relentless, and they would stop at nothing to emerge victorious.
The Baroness paused, turning to stare at them.
‘I expect you two to be draped in gold at the end of this match.’
Another pair of nods, and she frowned before she headed down the hall ahead of them.
‘We need to be in a position of strength if things go sideways, and if he returns. I will not have him think I squandered an opportunity for us to claim gold. Lord Dominicus thinks he will be the first to bring global gold back to Wrestle: UK? No! That honor will belong to us, to Donzig-gun, to the Oblivion Death Squad. And if we have to leave those two in pieces to do it? So be it!’
The pair nodded, and Sinclair turned as she led them onward.
Like most members of Donzig-gun, the Soldiers of the Apocalypse had a great deal of loyalty to the Baroness. Sinclair was perhaps the most normal of the minions of the Scourge, it was she that handled most of their business arrangements. She was not as cold or merciless as the Great Dark, remembering something it seemed of being human. She was as fearless and terrible as the rest of them, but Godfrey was inclined to be more generous.
Everyone knew that one day she would assume Donzig’s mantle, and the Left Hand of the Scourge would reign over them. A dark goddess who would continue Donzig’s bleak vision, even now in the darkest days she kept them united to a single purpose. The iron will that had seen her cast aside her birthright and enter this world at the side of a madman keeping her on track despite the reign of Armand.
‘Do you think you have a plan to counter ‘Chaotic Destruction’ in case it comes up.’
The pair looked at each other, and Mormo shrugged. Moloch tilted his head, then snorted a laugh.
‘Së pari ata duhet të arrijnë ta përdorin atë.’
Mormo barked a laugh, a rumbling sound. And Sinclair paused, glancing back over her shoulder with a sniff.
‘How amusing. I see you are developing a sense of humor.’
Then.
‘I am sorry, what are you doing?’
‘The boys–’
‘The boys are mine now. They belong to me. Untie them, and get the fuck out of here before I lose my temper.’
The men moved quickly, pulling the dead man behind them as they headed for the door. A few cast angry glances his way, and he stared back with that blank expression.
A wolf watching sheep.
He shrugged as the last left, the door banging closed before he turned to look at the boys. He muttered, kneeling down to untie their ropes with cold efficiency. The boys rubbed their wrists and arms, slowly rising as he looked down at them.
‘Who are you?’
‘Hm.’
The man snorted, clearly bemused as he stared at the blood trail before he lifted a hand. The kids looked at each other, and then he turned to stare at them.
The children numb to violence and terror looked back.
‘What do we do now?’
A shrug.
‘You can go back to the streets if you want, or you can come with me. I have need of men like you if I am going to do what has to be done.’
The pair exchanged looks, the younger shrugging before the older spoke again.
‘I don’t know. These men killed our father.’
‘Your father was a fighter? A wrestler? And he wouldn’t play their games, and so they killed him. Men like that have corrupted the sport of kings, and others insult it treating it like a joke. And they just sit in the shadows and watch the corruption spread.’
The man frowned, smoothing his beard as he looked up into the darkness. His hand fell away, and he turned to stare at them.
‘Uh, them?’
‘Them. But their day is coming. I am coming for them, I will punish their sins. You see this world, our sport is a dead place. It is full of corruption, sickness, of evil. It has become decadent and diseased, ruled by weak greedy men. But I will cut them away, carve away their sickness, and from the ashes a new order will rise! An order in my image!’
The eyes blazed, and he lifted a hand to curl his fingers into a fist. The boys stared at him, nodding as he stepped closer.
‘Join me. Together we will avenge your father and all the men like him. Those broken by this place, this thing!’
The younger blinked, staring at the bigger one as he nodded.
‘Why?’
‘Because I am the punishment of God, his final judgment. I will purify wrestling, this world! It will burn in the flames of my wrath, and rise again! I will teach the righteous to fear, I will punish the wicked! And you two will be at my side.’
The oldest one nodded slowly, and the younger stared at the floor before he looked up with a nod of his own. The man grunted, and motioned for them to follow as he headed for the back door with an absent wave of his hand.
‘Let’s go boys, we have a war to win.’
Now.
And so they glared down at Archie Rude, who stepped back in surprise as the pair glared down at him from behind their masks. He swallowed, and lifted a hand to adjust his tie before he nearly jumped out of his skin as Sinclair laid a hand on his shoulder. He was afraid, not that they could blame him.
They were unpredictable, they were things of the Fall, and chaos was their nature.
‘Archie Rude, are you prepared for the future?’
Rude blinked at Sinclair as she purred, and he looked between the three before he started to answer. Mormo silenced him with the lifting of a huge fist, and Rude stepped back as the Baroness continued.
‘You see soon, very soon, in Cardiff? The Age of the Oblivion Death Squad will begin. The reign of terror over the XHF Tag Team Division will dawn! Cut Throat Chaos? Fagh! They have had their time in the sun, but now that time is over! Because the ODS will be waiting for them! You boys have had a good run, but it has to close out sometime.’
Sinclair grinned, her eyes wild.
‘Solomon Kingsley? You think Solomon Kingsley can match wits with me? Please. You two think you have some great mind in your corner? I was trained at the side of the most diabolical mind in this sport! And so when you walk into Cardiff, Wales? You will just be walking into your defeat.’
Mormo stepped forward, grabbing Archie’s hand to force the mic higher.
‘Hunter Storms! Ju pretendoni për Pararojën e Shkatërrimit! Por ju nuk do të shkatërroni asgjë! Ne jemi Fëmijët e Rënies, tashmë jemi përballur me shkatërrimin!
Ju nuk do të shkatërroni asgjë dhe do të thyeni nga duart tona!’
Rude blinked, glancing at Sinclair who nodded.
‘Hunter Storms! You claim to the Harbinger of Destruction! But you will destroy nothing! We are the Children of the Fall, we have already faced destruction!
You will not destroy anything, and you will be broken at our hands!’
‘Daigo! Ju jeni të njohur për ne! Një kampion! Ju pretendoni se jeni Pararojë e Kaosit, por ne kemi qëndruar në zemër të Harresës! Ne i kemi hipur dallgëve të Vorrës në thellësitë e vetë Boshllëkut!
Kaosi juaj nuk është asgjë për ne! Sepse kaosi është arma jonë! Dhe së shpejti, do të ndjeni prekjen e tij të akullt në fyt!’
Moloch leaned in close, the bigger of the brutes gesturing angrily as he snarled into the mic. Rude flinched, and glanced at the glaring Mormo who was absently grinding his fist into his palm. Sinclair laughed.
‘Daigo! You are known to us! A champion! You claim to be the Harbinger of Chaos, but we have stood in the heart of Oblivion! We have ridden the waves of the Maelstrom in the depths of the Void itself!
Your chaos is nothing to us! Because chaos is our weapon! And soon, you will feel its icy touch at your throat!’
The pair nodded, and Sinclair stepped around Rude as they drew back as she raked her hair back from her face. Eyes narrowed as she leaned closer to Rude, and smiled.
‘You see you two? You’re good. You’re strong, but we are stronger. You’re skilled, but we are more so! All we have to do is isolate one of you! And we will grind you into the earth, they are relentless. Will it be Daigo? How fast will he be when Mormo shatters his back, when Moloch flings him into the ground! Storms is strong? How strong will he be when Moloch gets his hands on him! When we batter and beat you into the barricades! You see the two of you? You are not walking into a match, you’re walking into a fight! Into a war! And at the end of that war?’
Sinclair shrugged, gesturing.
‘Only the Oblivion Death Squad will be standing tall.’
‘Pritini kaosin në fyt! Ne kemi qenë poshtë, kemi rënë në ditë të zeza! Kemi humbur liderin, jemi detyruar t'i shërbejmë një budallai! Por tani do të ngrihemi!
Moloch snarled, and he shoved Rude aside as he gestured at him and the other with thick fingers.
‘Cut Throat Chaos! We have been down, we have fallen on black days! We have lost our leader, we have been forced to serve a fool! But now we will rise!’
Mormo growled, nodding before he pointed at himself before a fist slammed against his broad chest.
‘Në Cardiff, ne do t'ju thyejmë! Ne do t'i ekspozojmë botës dobësinë e Kaosit të Grykës së Prerë! I gjithë XHF do të shikojë ndërsa ne ju dërgojmë të rrëzoheni!
Dhe pastaj ne do të mbajmë arin tuaj mbi kokën tonë!
Ne! Ne! Skuadra e Vdekjes Oblivion do të sjellë ar global në WUK!'
Sinclair listened, and then smiled before she spoke.
‘In Cardiff, we will break you! We will expose the weakness of Cut Throat Chaos to the world! All of the XHF will look on as we send you crashing down!
And then we will hold your gold over our heads!
We! We! The Oblivion Death Squad will bring global gold to the WUK!'
A shrug cast to Rude, then she turned on her heel. The Death Squad glared at Rude, and then followed after her without another word.
