To the Challengers [EoD RP #1]
Oct 24, 2023 23:31:44 GMT -5
Mongo the Destroyer, Dave D-Flipz, and 1 more like this
Post by Oblivion Death Squad on Oct 24, 2023 23:31:44 GMT -5
Somewhere in Albania....
A slender feminine hand falls against the slightly worn looking wrought iron of the balcony as the city beside the sea gleams in the darkness. The lights of the city spread across the earth below a cloud filled sky. The sea gleams in the distance, waves moving restlessly as the woman turns away. A simple lantern reveals the cold eyes and pretty face of the Baroness Sinclair Godfrey, and she tilts her head.
From the nearby shadows steps the hulking figures of the Oblivion Death Squad, the boys are wearing dark suits. Moloch has his jacket off, and his tie loose as he stares out across the city. Across their broad shoulders are the XHF Tag Team Titles, and Sinclair frowns slightly before she speaks.
‘Mehrunes Smith. Scott Fargo. The End.’
Her lip curls, and she shrugs.
‘You have won the Tag Team Annihilator, you have beaten the best teams in the XHF. You have earned the right to challenge us for the XHF Tag Team Championships.’
A pause, and the Baroness lifts her hands to clap mockingly. The Death Squad say nothing, just watch with those cold hard eyes before she starts to pace slowly. Her long coat snapping behind her as she waves a hand.
‘You have beaten Sainovic and Son, you have beaten Tooth and Claw, and you have beaten the Sanctuary. And no doubt you think you’re ready for us. No doubt you think you’re ready to face down the wrath of the Oblivion Death Squad! After all you are men of violence, men of technical skill, fighters born! I know you think like these other teams we might have some jokes for you, some insults? But no, we are the Children of the Fall, the servants of the Great Dark, and to mock you? To insult you? That is not our way for we prey on the Strong.’
A smile that didn’t touch the pretty dark eyes of the Baroness, and she stared out on the city once more. She gave a shrug, and turned back to the Death Squad who were still just watching with indifference. And she reached out to pat the title belt before she continued.
‘You see the difference is the Oblivion Death Squad are more than a team: they are brothers. They are machines! And as strong as you are, as violent as you are, as skilled as you are? They are more so! They live, eat, sleep, and breathe violence. They are born to it! And so when the pair of you walk into End of Days? You won’t be walking into a match! Or even a fight! You will be walking into a battle! Because the pair of you have never faced anything like us!’
Sinclair tsked.
‘They are bigger, faster, and stronger than any of these rabble you have faced on the road here! And let me assure you both that while I am sure Sainovic and Son, or the Anointed, or whoever else bothered to show up for End of Days was great? They were not the ODS! They have faced down the elite of the XHF Tag Teams, they have faced down the biggest names in this place at the side of the Scourge! And while I am sure the two of you were just terrifying once upon a time? We are not impressed, fear was the first thing they took away from us! All we want is to watch you suffer! All we want to beat and batter the two of you into the very earth! You think you know violence? We are violence!’
Sinclair frowned again, her hand lifting to brush back her hair as her eyes flashed.
‘You think this is about the gold? About these titles? We are what we are. We don’t care about such things, for what are they in the face of Oblivion! But what we do care about? Is reminding all of you, every single one of you of what we are! And what we are capable of! And that means Scott? Smith? At End of Days? We drag the End down into the Pit!’
Moloch grunted, and he shifted before he thumped a fist against his belt.
‘Mehrunes Smith! Scott Fargo! Mendoni se keni fituar diçka? Por gjithçka që keni fituar është një rrahje në duart tona!
Së shpejti do të jeni po aq i vdekur dhe i varrosur sa NLW për të cilin dukeni kaq krenarë! Ne do t'ju kthejmë në HKW në copa!
Ne, Skuadra e Vdekjes së Oblivionit do t'i kujtojmë kampionët e ekipit XHF Tag! Dhe nuk do të jesh asgjë!’
Sinclair nodded, and leaned on the balcony as she translated.
‘Mehrunes Smith! Scott Fargo! You think you have won something? But all you have earned is a beating at our hands!
Soon you will be as dead and buried as the NLW you seem so proud of! We will send you back to HKW in pieces!
We, the Oblivion Death Squad will remain the XHF Tag Team Champions! And you will be nothing!’
Mormo nodded, and then spat before he ripped the belt from his shoulder. He held it before him, dangling it by the strap as he gestured angrily. His fist thumping his chest as his brother listened with a frown.
‘Fund! Ju keni luftuar gjatë dhe shumë! Por kjo nuk do të thotë asgjë përballë Boshllëkut!
Në EoD, ne do të bëjmë atë që bëjmë gjithmonë! Ne do t'ju bëjmë të vuani! Ne do t'ju ndajmë në qendër të unazës!
Dhe do ta dini se ne jemi gjithçka që themi se jemi!
Ndërsa ju? Nuk janë gjë tjetër veçse pretendues!’
Moloch spoke again, his voice a loud growl as Sinclair looked back over her shoulder at them. Seeming content to let her charges vent their rage for the moment, and she nodded as she listened.
‘Ne kemi luftuar në të gjithë XHF! Jemi përballur me më të mirët në çdo kompani në këtë vend dhe më gjerë!
Dhe ju mendoni se ne do t'ju lejojmë të merrni nga ne?
Jo!
Ju po ecni në dënimin tuaj! Askush nuk i shpëton zemërimit të Harresës! Askush nuk na shpëton!’
Sinclair spoke then.
‘The End! You have fought long and hard! But in that means nothing in the face of the Void!
At EoD, we will do what we always do! We will make you suffer! We will take you apart in the center of the ring!
And you will know that we are everything we say we are!
While you? Are nothing but pretenders!
We have battled across the XHF! We have faced the best in every company in this place and beyond!
And you think we will let you take from us?
No!
You are walking into your doom! No one escapes the wrath of Oblivion! No one escapes us!’
Moloch clapped a hand to his brother’s shoulder, and Mormo nodded before he gestured towards Sinclair. And he flashed a nasty grin, thumping his fist against his chest as he stalked forward as he rumbled.
‘Në krahun tonë qëndron mendja më e rrezikshme në XHF! Në këndin tonë është baronesha e Donzig-gun!
Asgjë! Asgjë që mund të bëni nuk mund të përgatiteni për ne! Me Sinclair Godfrey në krahun tonë, ne do t'ju lëmë në rrënim!’
Sinclair gave a smile at that, and she nodded before she tilted her head to translate. Mormo fell silent, and slapped his belt across his huge shoulder again. He adjusted the title frowning as he listened.
‘At our side stands the most dangerous mind in the XHF! In our corner is the Baroness of Donzig-gun!
Nothing! Nothing you can do can prepare yourselves for us! With Sinclair Godfrey at our side, we will leave you in ruin!’
Moloch nodded, and he gestured angrily.
‘Në këtë qytet! Në rrugët e Shqipërisë kemi lindur në dhunë! Dhe atje ne u morëm dhe u rilindëm në shërbim të Murtajës!
Ne ishim të stërvitur për të qenë të pamëshirshëm, ne ishim të trajnuar për të qenë brutalë! Mësuam nga duart e një përbindëshi! Dhe në fund të ditëve?
Ne do t'ju tregojmë se çfarë na mësoi babai ynë!
Fito ose humb, do të ndryshohesh në duart tona!’
A slight frown at that, but Sinclair nodded.
‘In this city! In the streets of Albania we were born in violence! And there we were taken in and reborn to the service of the Scourge!
We were trained to be merciless, we were trained to be brutal! We learned at the hands of a monster! And at End of Days?
We will show you what our father taught us!
Win or lose, you will be changed at our hands!’
She shrugged her shoulders, and brushed her hair from her face again before she gave a faint smile. Her eyes narrowed while pacing back and forth, and then a hand lifted with an absent wave before she spoke.
‘You two have something to prove? You want to show that you have a legacy? That you mean something? Well, so do we. The Oblivion Death Squad are tired of being looked down on, we are tired of being treated like second rate citizens in a division we should rule like kings! We have faced the best, we have left them bloody! We have left scars on everyone who dared to cross our paths! We stood in the breach of every war Donzig-gun has waged across the XHF! And if you want to make your names by taking our titles?
Well, that’s fine by us, gentlemen.
Because the real End of Days? It’s here!’
Sinclair smiled once more, and she jerked her head with a glance over her shoulder at the two brutes. They looked at each other, and then as one held up their belts as they spoke.
‘Shihemi se shpejti.’
A slender feminine hand falls against the slightly worn looking wrought iron of the balcony as the city beside the sea gleams in the darkness. The lights of the city spread across the earth below a cloud filled sky. The sea gleams in the distance, waves moving restlessly as the woman turns away. A simple lantern reveals the cold eyes and pretty face of the Baroness Sinclair Godfrey, and she tilts her head.
From the nearby shadows steps the hulking figures of the Oblivion Death Squad, the boys are wearing dark suits. Moloch has his jacket off, and his tie loose as he stares out across the city. Across their broad shoulders are the XHF Tag Team Titles, and Sinclair frowns slightly before she speaks.
‘Mehrunes Smith. Scott Fargo. The End.’
Her lip curls, and she shrugs.
‘You have won the Tag Team Annihilator, you have beaten the best teams in the XHF. You have earned the right to challenge us for the XHF Tag Team Championships.’
A pause, and the Baroness lifts her hands to clap mockingly. The Death Squad say nothing, just watch with those cold hard eyes before she starts to pace slowly. Her long coat snapping behind her as she waves a hand.
‘You have beaten Sainovic and Son, you have beaten Tooth and Claw, and you have beaten the Sanctuary. And no doubt you think you’re ready for us. No doubt you think you’re ready to face down the wrath of the Oblivion Death Squad! After all you are men of violence, men of technical skill, fighters born! I know you think like these other teams we might have some jokes for you, some insults? But no, we are the Children of the Fall, the servants of the Great Dark, and to mock you? To insult you? That is not our way for we prey on the Strong.’
A smile that didn’t touch the pretty dark eyes of the Baroness, and she stared out on the city once more. She gave a shrug, and turned back to the Death Squad who were still just watching with indifference. And she reached out to pat the title belt before she continued.
‘You see the difference is the Oblivion Death Squad are more than a team: they are brothers. They are machines! And as strong as you are, as violent as you are, as skilled as you are? They are more so! They live, eat, sleep, and breathe violence. They are born to it! And so when the pair of you walk into End of Days? You won’t be walking into a match! Or even a fight! You will be walking into a battle! Because the pair of you have never faced anything like us!’
Sinclair tsked.
‘They are bigger, faster, and stronger than any of these rabble you have faced on the road here! And let me assure you both that while I am sure Sainovic and Son, or the Anointed, or whoever else bothered to show up for End of Days was great? They were not the ODS! They have faced down the elite of the XHF Tag Teams, they have faced down the biggest names in this place at the side of the Scourge! And while I am sure the two of you were just terrifying once upon a time? We are not impressed, fear was the first thing they took away from us! All we want is to watch you suffer! All we want to beat and batter the two of you into the very earth! You think you know violence? We are violence!’
Sinclair frowned again, her hand lifting to brush back her hair as her eyes flashed.
‘You think this is about the gold? About these titles? We are what we are. We don’t care about such things, for what are they in the face of Oblivion! But what we do care about? Is reminding all of you, every single one of you of what we are! And what we are capable of! And that means Scott? Smith? At End of Days? We drag the End down into the Pit!’
Moloch grunted, and he shifted before he thumped a fist against his belt.
‘Mehrunes Smith! Scott Fargo! Mendoni se keni fituar diçka? Por gjithçka që keni fituar është një rrahje në duart tona!
Së shpejti do të jeni po aq i vdekur dhe i varrosur sa NLW për të cilin dukeni kaq krenarë! Ne do t'ju kthejmë në HKW në copa!
Ne, Skuadra e Vdekjes së Oblivionit do t'i kujtojmë kampionët e ekipit XHF Tag! Dhe nuk do të jesh asgjë!’
Sinclair nodded, and leaned on the balcony as she translated.
‘Mehrunes Smith! Scott Fargo! You think you have won something? But all you have earned is a beating at our hands!
Soon you will be as dead and buried as the NLW you seem so proud of! We will send you back to HKW in pieces!
We, the Oblivion Death Squad will remain the XHF Tag Team Champions! And you will be nothing!’
Mormo nodded, and then spat before he ripped the belt from his shoulder. He held it before him, dangling it by the strap as he gestured angrily. His fist thumping his chest as his brother listened with a frown.
‘Fund! Ju keni luftuar gjatë dhe shumë! Por kjo nuk do të thotë asgjë përballë Boshllëkut!
Në EoD, ne do të bëjmë atë që bëjmë gjithmonë! Ne do t'ju bëjmë të vuani! Ne do t'ju ndajmë në qendër të unazës!
Dhe do ta dini se ne jemi gjithçka që themi se jemi!
Ndërsa ju? Nuk janë gjë tjetër veçse pretendues!’
Moloch spoke again, his voice a loud growl as Sinclair looked back over her shoulder at them. Seeming content to let her charges vent their rage for the moment, and she nodded as she listened.
‘Ne kemi luftuar në të gjithë XHF! Jemi përballur me më të mirët në çdo kompani në këtë vend dhe më gjerë!
Dhe ju mendoni se ne do t'ju lejojmë të merrni nga ne?
Jo!
Ju po ecni në dënimin tuaj! Askush nuk i shpëton zemërimit të Harresës! Askush nuk na shpëton!’
Sinclair spoke then.
‘The End! You have fought long and hard! But in that means nothing in the face of the Void!
At EoD, we will do what we always do! We will make you suffer! We will take you apart in the center of the ring!
And you will know that we are everything we say we are!
While you? Are nothing but pretenders!
We have battled across the XHF! We have faced the best in every company in this place and beyond!
And you think we will let you take from us?
No!
You are walking into your doom! No one escapes the wrath of Oblivion! No one escapes us!’
Moloch clapped a hand to his brother’s shoulder, and Mormo nodded before he gestured towards Sinclair. And he flashed a nasty grin, thumping his fist against his chest as he stalked forward as he rumbled.
‘Në krahun tonë qëndron mendja më e rrezikshme në XHF! Në këndin tonë është baronesha e Donzig-gun!
Asgjë! Asgjë që mund të bëni nuk mund të përgatiteni për ne! Me Sinclair Godfrey në krahun tonë, ne do t'ju lëmë në rrënim!’
Sinclair gave a smile at that, and she nodded before she tilted her head to translate. Mormo fell silent, and slapped his belt across his huge shoulder again. He adjusted the title frowning as he listened.
‘At our side stands the most dangerous mind in the XHF! In our corner is the Baroness of Donzig-gun!
Nothing! Nothing you can do can prepare yourselves for us! With Sinclair Godfrey at our side, we will leave you in ruin!’
Moloch nodded, and he gestured angrily.
‘Në këtë qytet! Në rrugët e Shqipërisë kemi lindur në dhunë! Dhe atje ne u morëm dhe u rilindëm në shërbim të Murtajës!
Ne ishim të stërvitur për të qenë të pamëshirshëm, ne ishim të trajnuar për të qenë brutalë! Mësuam nga duart e një përbindëshi! Dhe në fund të ditëve?
Ne do t'ju tregojmë se çfarë na mësoi babai ynë!
Fito ose humb, do të ndryshohesh në duart tona!’
A slight frown at that, but Sinclair nodded.
‘In this city! In the streets of Albania we were born in violence! And there we were taken in and reborn to the service of the Scourge!
We were trained to be merciless, we were trained to be brutal! We learned at the hands of a monster! And at End of Days?
We will show you what our father taught us!
Win or lose, you will be changed at our hands!’
She shrugged her shoulders, and brushed her hair from her face again before she gave a faint smile. Her eyes narrowed while pacing back and forth, and then a hand lifted with an absent wave before she spoke.
‘You two have something to prove? You want to show that you have a legacy? That you mean something? Well, so do we. The Oblivion Death Squad are tired of being looked down on, we are tired of being treated like second rate citizens in a division we should rule like kings! We have faced the best, we have left them bloody! We have left scars on everyone who dared to cross our paths! We stood in the breach of every war Donzig-gun has waged across the XHF! And if you want to make your names by taking our titles?
Well, that’s fine by us, gentlemen.
Because the real End of Days? It’s here!’
Sinclair smiled once more, and she jerked her head with a glance over her shoulder at the two brutes. They looked at each other, and then as one held up their belts as they spoke.
‘Shihemi se shpejti.’
