Post by Oblivion Death Squad on Oct 2, 2023 15:58:46 GMT -5
‘Ne jemi Skuadra e Vdekjes Oblivion! Ne jemi kampionët e ekipit të etiketës XHF!
Dhe së shpejti do të ecim në Betejën e Britanisë dhe do të mposhtim të gjithë ata që qëndrojnë para nesh!’
Mormo snarled, and he slapped a big hand across the golden plate of the XHF title across his broad shoulder. His eyes narrowed, and he scowled before he glanced to the figure lurking beside him in the half lit shadows. And then the voice of Sinclair Godfrey purred as she leaned forward, seeming amused as she sat behind them on a battered looking heavily carved chair.
‘We are the Oblivion Death Squad! We are the XHF Tag Team Champions!
And soon we will walk into the Battle of Britain, and we will defeat everyone who stands before us!’
Moloch grunted, and he gestured to the belt around his waist before his hands lifted to curl into fists.
‘Ne do të thyejmë të gjithë ata që na qëndrojnë kundër! Ne do t'i dërgojmë ata të rrëzohen në tokë!
Kjo është ajo që pret këdo që hyn në Betejën e Britanisë!
Grushtet e Donzig-gun!’
He looked to the Baroness.
‘We will break everyone who stands against us! We will send them crashing down to the ground!
This is what awaits anyone who walks into the Battle of Britain!
The fists of Donzig-gun!’
Sinclair rose slowly, and she stepped between the pair with a shrug before a hand lifted to brush back her hair. That slightly mad grin spread over her lips, and she let her hand settle on the XHF belt on Mormo’s shoulder.
‘These titles were just the beginning, you see we hear the word of the Void. We answer the song of Oblivion, and we will keep the promise of the Scourge! We will take what is ours by right, we will lay claim to the gold of WUK! These were just a start, a warning of what we desired! And so after we have set all the phony tough, all the so called superstars of the WUK, and all of the heroes to ruin! We will stand tall at the end, and you will know what is at hand!’
Mormo growled, his eyes narrowed as he drove a fist into his palm. And he glanced at Moloch who nodded in agreement. Sinclair shrugged, and she paced forward to stalk before them.
‘We have rid ourselves of the false leader, Armand. We have dealt with the traitor Victoria. And now we will turn our attention to the other enemies of the New Order. At Battle of Britain we will mark them, and it starts with you Spike Kane.’
Mormo growled, and Moloch gave a hiss as he touched his ribs. Sinclair frowned herself, and she sniffed before tossing back her head. A hand lifted and the other two fell silent, and she rolled her shoulders.
‘We have not forgotten your slights against us, we have not forgiven the things you have done! And you think on a night when you presume to battle against the vessel of the Scourge that we will let you walk away from us unscathed? No, no, no.’
Mormo spat.
‘Demi dhe Zogu! Na ke fyer! Ju supozohet të ndërpresni baroneshën! Nuk e respektuat Donzig-gun!
Ajo që ne bëjmë në Fund of Days nuk do të jetë si asgjë me atë që ju bëjmë në Londër!’
Sinclair laughed, nodding before she answered.
‘Bull and Bird! You insulted us! You presumed to interrupt the Baroness! You disrespected Donzig-gun!
What we do to at End of Days will be as nothing to what we do to you in London!’
Moloch ripped the belt from around his waist, and he held it up in one huge hand as he shoved it towards the camera. And he snarled, pointing at it as he stepped forward to grab the camera. He dragged it closer.
‘Kripë dhe piper! Yjet e errët! Ekipi Fairtex!
Në Betejën e Britanisë do t'ju tregojmë se si duket një ekip i vërtetë etiketësh! Ne jemi të një mendjeje, jemi të një mishi! Dhe ne jemi kampionët e ekipit të etiketës XHF!
Ne do të sjellim rrënim në ekipet etiketa të WUK! Dhe brenda Betejës së Britanisë ne do t'i sjellim ato poshtë!’
Sinclair nodded, and placed a restraining hand on his shoulder.
‘Salt and Pepper! Dark Stars! Team Fairtex!
At Battle of Britain we will show you what a real tag team looks like! We are of one mind, we are of one flesh! And we are the XHF Tag Team Champions!
We will bring ruin to the tag teams of WUK! And inside the Battle of Britain we will bring them low!’
Sinclair grinned, and she stepped back between them to reclaim her seat on the antique chair that had once belonged to the Scourge. She leaned back into the shadows, and she drew forth a gleaming metal mask from the darkness. She cradled it in her hands, and shrugged.
‘Epcot Mafia! Rage and Cage! Consider this your warning, the Fall is coming! The Void is howling your names, and the Pit spreads before you! At Battle of Britain the fate of WUK hangs in the balance, and you will all be measured against us! And we will not fail in our duties!’
Sinclair smiled slowly, reclining as she folded her long legs.
‘For too long have we sat back and waited, for too long we have suffered the indignity of others pretending to our throne. We are coming for what has been promised to us. And we will take it!’
She ran her fingers across the mask, and shrugged.
Mormo and Moloch nodded. And Mormo tossed his belt across his shoulder before he snarled.
‘Shihemi se shpejti.’
Dhe së shpejti do të ecim në Betejën e Britanisë dhe do të mposhtim të gjithë ata që qëndrojnë para nesh!’
Mormo snarled, and he slapped a big hand across the golden plate of the XHF title across his broad shoulder. His eyes narrowed, and he scowled before he glanced to the figure lurking beside him in the half lit shadows. And then the voice of Sinclair Godfrey purred as she leaned forward, seeming amused as she sat behind them on a battered looking heavily carved chair.
‘We are the Oblivion Death Squad! We are the XHF Tag Team Champions!
And soon we will walk into the Battle of Britain, and we will defeat everyone who stands before us!’
Moloch grunted, and he gestured to the belt around his waist before his hands lifted to curl into fists.
‘Ne do të thyejmë të gjithë ata që na qëndrojnë kundër! Ne do t'i dërgojmë ata të rrëzohen në tokë!
Kjo është ajo që pret këdo që hyn në Betejën e Britanisë!
Grushtet e Donzig-gun!’
He looked to the Baroness.
‘We will break everyone who stands against us! We will send them crashing down to the ground!
This is what awaits anyone who walks into the Battle of Britain!
The fists of Donzig-gun!’
Sinclair rose slowly, and she stepped between the pair with a shrug before a hand lifted to brush back her hair. That slightly mad grin spread over her lips, and she let her hand settle on the XHF belt on Mormo’s shoulder.
‘These titles were just the beginning, you see we hear the word of the Void. We answer the song of Oblivion, and we will keep the promise of the Scourge! We will take what is ours by right, we will lay claim to the gold of WUK! These were just a start, a warning of what we desired! And so after we have set all the phony tough, all the so called superstars of the WUK, and all of the heroes to ruin! We will stand tall at the end, and you will know what is at hand!’
Mormo growled, his eyes narrowed as he drove a fist into his palm. And he glanced at Moloch who nodded in agreement. Sinclair shrugged, and she paced forward to stalk before them.
‘We have rid ourselves of the false leader, Armand. We have dealt with the traitor Victoria. And now we will turn our attention to the other enemies of the New Order. At Battle of Britain we will mark them, and it starts with you Spike Kane.’
Mormo growled, and Moloch gave a hiss as he touched his ribs. Sinclair frowned herself, and she sniffed before tossing back her head. A hand lifted and the other two fell silent, and she rolled her shoulders.
‘We have not forgotten your slights against us, we have not forgiven the things you have done! And you think on a night when you presume to battle against the vessel of the Scourge that we will let you walk away from us unscathed? No, no, no.’
Mormo spat.
‘Demi dhe Zogu! Na ke fyer! Ju supozohet të ndërpresni baroneshën! Nuk e respektuat Donzig-gun!
Ajo që ne bëjmë në Fund of Days nuk do të jetë si asgjë me atë që ju bëjmë në Londër!’
Sinclair laughed, nodding before she answered.
‘Bull and Bird! You insulted us! You presumed to interrupt the Baroness! You disrespected Donzig-gun!
What we do to at End of Days will be as nothing to what we do to you in London!’
Moloch ripped the belt from around his waist, and he held it up in one huge hand as he shoved it towards the camera. And he snarled, pointing at it as he stepped forward to grab the camera. He dragged it closer.
‘Kripë dhe piper! Yjet e errët! Ekipi Fairtex!
Në Betejën e Britanisë do t'ju tregojmë se si duket një ekip i vërtetë etiketësh! Ne jemi të një mendjeje, jemi të një mishi! Dhe ne jemi kampionët e ekipit të etiketës XHF!
Ne do të sjellim rrënim në ekipet etiketa të WUK! Dhe brenda Betejës së Britanisë ne do t'i sjellim ato poshtë!’
Sinclair nodded, and placed a restraining hand on his shoulder.
‘Salt and Pepper! Dark Stars! Team Fairtex!
At Battle of Britain we will show you what a real tag team looks like! We are of one mind, we are of one flesh! And we are the XHF Tag Team Champions!
We will bring ruin to the tag teams of WUK! And inside the Battle of Britain we will bring them low!’
Sinclair grinned, and she stepped back between them to reclaim her seat on the antique chair that had once belonged to the Scourge. She leaned back into the shadows, and she drew forth a gleaming metal mask from the darkness. She cradled it in her hands, and shrugged.
‘Epcot Mafia! Rage and Cage! Consider this your warning, the Fall is coming! The Void is howling your names, and the Pit spreads before you! At Battle of Britain the fate of WUK hangs in the balance, and you will all be measured against us! And we will not fail in our duties!’
Sinclair smiled slowly, reclining as she folded her long legs.
‘For too long have we sat back and waited, for too long we have suffered the indignity of others pretending to our throne. We are coming for what has been promised to us. And we will take it!’
She ran her fingers across the mask, and shrugged.
Mormo and Moloch nodded. And Mormo tossed his belt across his shoulder before he snarled.
‘Shihemi se shpejti.’
