Post by SinclairGodfrey on Sept 18, 2023 19:26:06 GMT -5
There was a soft tapping echoing through the empty marble hallways of the crypts of Godfrey Hall. Dim flickering light came down the hallways, and shined off the dusty stone sarcophagus of the dead nobles. And in the dim shadows of one of those crypts sat the Baroness of the WUK, Sinclair Godfrey. She stared across the marble slab carved with the name of her father upon which rested a chess board. The pieces were lined up for a game, and she would move some every few minutes.
On the other side of the chess board sat the gleaming red metal mask of the Scourge, the light dancing across it’s surface. It’s empty eyes stared at Sinclair, watching her as she rubbed her fingers together. Then she paused, liting her wine glass to take a slow sip as her fingers tapped against the dusty marble.
‘All will be as we wish soon. The Oblivion Death Squad will finally rule over the XHF Tag Team Division! They will claim what is rightfully theirs, and we will bring global gold home to Donzig-gun! I will walk into this battle royal despite my injuries at the hands of that false god, Spike Kane! And I will stand alone at the end victorious!’
A pause, and she stared at the board before she sniffed. Across the board the black pieces were arrayed in a castle. The black king surrounded by his pawns, and flanked by the rook. She tapped her fingers, and studied the board.
‘I will enter the Battle of Britain last, and I will pick the bones of the WUK to claim the title shot! And then as this year dies, we will ascend! And I, Sinclair Godfrey will become WUK World Heavyweight Champion! We will have everything we wanted, and the WUK will bow down before the feet of it’s true masters! The High Rollers, Lord Dominicus, and the rest of them be damned!’
A wicked smile, and she moved the queen to topple a bishop.
‘Armand even now sows the seeds of his own destruction. He is blind to what he is doing to his own cause, and the Children will slip from his fingers. But at least he will still have the things he truly values. And Victoria? I will deliver her to the hands of Esmeralda for justice myself. It was I who pressured the board to make this match.’
Sinclair smiled, a terrible cold smile that didn’t touch her eyes. Her eyes moved to the mask, staring at it before she tilted her head.
‘But of course, only one person stands in the way of your victory. One person makes a mockery of our vision. But he has chosen his own path to destruction, because you see? Pride goes before a fall.
And like you, he is nothing if not proud. He walks into End of Days without a fear in the world! Like it doesn’t even matter to him that he has usurped your spot! And soon he will face Spike at Battle of Britain.’
Sinclair tilted her head once more, as though trying to listen. As if she heard something in those empty crypts, and she lifted her wine once more with a slow nod. That ghastly smile returned, and she swirled the wine.
‘One way or another he dooms himself. And I will be waiting, and when he falls? You will return! And all of the XHF will know fear!’
Sinclair laughed, and she reached over with a shrug to move the black pieces. Her eyes flickered with surprise, and she reached down to knock over her own king. A sniff, and she sipped the wine again as she looked into the empty eyes of the mask.
‘Checkmate, indeed.’
On the other side of the chess board sat the gleaming red metal mask of the Scourge, the light dancing across it’s surface. It’s empty eyes stared at Sinclair, watching her as she rubbed her fingers together. Then she paused, liting her wine glass to take a slow sip as her fingers tapped against the dusty marble.
‘All will be as we wish soon. The Oblivion Death Squad will finally rule over the XHF Tag Team Division! They will claim what is rightfully theirs, and we will bring global gold home to Donzig-gun! I will walk into this battle royal despite my injuries at the hands of that false god, Spike Kane! And I will stand alone at the end victorious!’
A pause, and she stared at the board before she sniffed. Across the board the black pieces were arrayed in a castle. The black king surrounded by his pawns, and flanked by the rook. She tapped her fingers, and studied the board.
‘I will enter the Battle of Britain last, and I will pick the bones of the WUK to claim the title shot! And then as this year dies, we will ascend! And I, Sinclair Godfrey will become WUK World Heavyweight Champion! We will have everything we wanted, and the WUK will bow down before the feet of it’s true masters! The High Rollers, Lord Dominicus, and the rest of them be damned!’
A wicked smile, and she moved the queen to topple a bishop.
‘Armand even now sows the seeds of his own destruction. He is blind to what he is doing to his own cause, and the Children will slip from his fingers. But at least he will still have the things he truly values. And Victoria? I will deliver her to the hands of Esmeralda for justice myself. It was I who pressured the board to make this match.’
Sinclair smiled, a terrible cold smile that didn’t touch her eyes. Her eyes moved to the mask, staring at it before she tilted her head.
‘But of course, only one person stands in the way of your victory. One person makes a mockery of our vision. But he has chosen his own path to destruction, because you see? Pride goes before a fall.
And like you, he is nothing if not proud. He walks into End of Days without a fear in the world! Like it doesn’t even matter to him that he has usurped your spot! And soon he will face Spike at Battle of Britain.’
Sinclair tilted her head once more, as though trying to listen. As if she heard something in those empty crypts, and she lifted her wine once more with a slow nod. That ghastly smile returned, and she swirled the wine.
‘One way or another he dooms himself. And I will be waiting, and when he falls? You will return! And all of the XHF will know fear!’
Sinclair laughed, and she reached over with a shrug to move the black pieces. Her eyes flickered with surprise, and she reached down to knock over her own king. A sniff, and she sipped the wine again as she looked into the empty eyes of the mask.
‘Checkmate, indeed.’
