Post by SinclairGodfrey on Feb 2, 2024 21:35:46 GMT -5
Katie Moss is in the back, texting on her phone with a faint smile. And then she looks up as the camera man curses under his breath, and she looks around in alarm as he points frantically. And Katie turns wildly, shoving the phone away before she turns to find herself face to face with the smirking pretty face of the Baroness. Sinclair shrugs her shoulders, glancing down at the phone with a sniff. A hand lifts to adjust the WUK Commonwealth title on her shoulder, and she steps back with a slight wave of her hand before Katie looks around nervously.
'Uh, did you want something?'
'You mean for you do your job instead of worrying about what your manchild is doing? That would be lovely.'
Katie starts to sputter a protest, but Sinclair frowns at her. Katie falls silent, and she shrugs before she speaks once more with a faint grin.
'I don't think--'
Sinclair tsked, and ripped the mic from her hand before she continued.
'There is a certain stench in the air of WUK of late. A foul odor of rot, of decay, of filth. And that stench comes from the so-called Empire. Drake, I have heard you whining as always about how poorly you were treated. But I don't have the time or the patience to deal with you today. No doubt you are off drinking yourself into a stupor, and then you will sit and cry about how no one understands you.'
Sinclair arched a brow, glancing at Katie before she leaned closer as her fingers tightened on the title belt.
'And don't think I don't know what you're up to, Gavin. I already know you're looking at the dredges of Donzig-gun, those exiled by the Scourge, trying to find numbers for your little game. Well, you can gather up all the trash you want! Because I am standing in the place of the Scourge until he returns, and on that day? The Empty Hand will be no more.'
A cold smile spread over her pretty face, and she pushed back her hair before she tilted her head to glance at Katie. And then she lifted the belt from her shoulder, looking at it before she held it out. A slow nod, and she stared at it before letting it drop.
'This is the WUK Commonwealth title, and once upon a time? It was considered one of the most important belts on the entire XHF! But since a certain group of buffoons saw fit to drag it's legacy through the mud on their way to a conquest of mediocracy? It has become a hot potato, a title of almost, a title of could have beens! But all of that ends now, and it ends in my hands! I am Lady Sinclair Godfrey, I am the Right Hand of the Great Dark, I am the Baroness of Donzig-gun! And this? This belongs to us now! And so at Love and War? I will begin my reign by dealing with a problem.'
Her eyes narrowed.
'David Slam the Third. Slam Three. Slam Cubed. You walk into what is ours, into our house, and you stand with our enemies! And you dare to stand in our way, and say you are great? You dare! You speak ill of the Scourge? You make mock of the Children of the Fall? You're a fool, you're a disgrace! You're a bigger fool then your father! And so if you have the guts? I will see you at Love and War!'
A shrug, and leather creaked as she held up that title belt.
'You and I. No Drake, no Oblivion Death Squad, just you and me! But you can bring your father, you can bring Slam the Second! Because as he watched one of his children fall at the hands of the Great Dark? He will watch you fall at mine! He will watch as I break his son, as Donzig broke his father! I want him to witness what Failure Cubed looks like! I want him to know that his entire bloodline will fall, no matter how far they rise! They will fall! They will reach too high, and they will burn! They will fall to ashes and blow on the winds of the Abyss!'
Sinclair leaned closer, and she lifted a hand to flex her fingers into claws as she hissed.
'I said there was a stench in the air? A smell of decay? That is what likely brought a pack of jackels like you and your father down on us! Because you see when a predator becomes weak, when it falters? Scavengers always appear, trying to steal what isn't theirs! What they have no right to! They are worms feeding off the scraps of their betters! And in this, the season of the World's Demise? They grow strong don't they, David? But all you have to do is show them your claws? And they falter.'
Sinclair smiled sweetly, and she turned to go before she paused. A hand lifted, and a slender figure tapped against her chin before she turned slowly to stare at Katie with empty eyes. She stepped closer, and tilted her head before a hand lifted to lift Katie's chin as she stared down at her with a mocking grin.
'And you? Tell your boyfriend's lickspittle? When I am done with David Slam 3, he's next!'
Katie blinked, and Sinclair stomped off.
'Uh, did you want something?'
'You mean for you do your job instead of worrying about what your manchild is doing? That would be lovely.'
Katie starts to sputter a protest, but Sinclair frowns at her. Katie falls silent, and she shrugs before she speaks once more with a faint grin.
'I don't think--'
Sinclair tsked, and ripped the mic from her hand before she continued.
'There is a certain stench in the air of WUK of late. A foul odor of rot, of decay, of filth. And that stench comes from the so-called Empire. Drake, I have heard you whining as always about how poorly you were treated. But I don't have the time or the patience to deal with you today. No doubt you are off drinking yourself into a stupor, and then you will sit and cry about how no one understands you.'
Sinclair arched a brow, glancing at Katie before she leaned closer as her fingers tightened on the title belt.
'And don't think I don't know what you're up to, Gavin. I already know you're looking at the dredges of Donzig-gun, those exiled by the Scourge, trying to find numbers for your little game. Well, you can gather up all the trash you want! Because I am standing in the place of the Scourge until he returns, and on that day? The Empty Hand will be no more.'
A cold smile spread over her pretty face, and she pushed back her hair before she tilted her head to glance at Katie. And then she lifted the belt from her shoulder, looking at it before she held it out. A slow nod, and she stared at it before letting it drop.
'This is the WUK Commonwealth title, and once upon a time? It was considered one of the most important belts on the entire XHF! But since a certain group of buffoons saw fit to drag it's legacy through the mud on their way to a conquest of mediocracy? It has become a hot potato, a title of almost, a title of could have beens! But all of that ends now, and it ends in my hands! I am Lady Sinclair Godfrey, I am the Right Hand of the Great Dark, I am the Baroness of Donzig-gun! And this? This belongs to us now! And so at Love and War? I will begin my reign by dealing with a problem.'
Her eyes narrowed.
'David Slam the Third. Slam Three. Slam Cubed. You walk into what is ours, into our house, and you stand with our enemies! And you dare to stand in our way, and say you are great? You dare! You speak ill of the Scourge? You make mock of the Children of the Fall? You're a fool, you're a disgrace! You're a bigger fool then your father! And so if you have the guts? I will see you at Love and War!'
A shrug, and leather creaked as she held up that title belt.
'You and I. No Drake, no Oblivion Death Squad, just you and me! But you can bring your father, you can bring Slam the Second! Because as he watched one of his children fall at the hands of the Great Dark? He will watch you fall at mine! He will watch as I break his son, as Donzig broke his father! I want him to witness what Failure Cubed looks like! I want him to know that his entire bloodline will fall, no matter how far they rise! They will fall! They will reach too high, and they will burn! They will fall to ashes and blow on the winds of the Abyss!'
Sinclair leaned closer, and she lifted a hand to flex her fingers into claws as she hissed.
'I said there was a stench in the air? A smell of decay? That is what likely brought a pack of jackels like you and your father down on us! Because you see when a predator becomes weak, when it falters? Scavengers always appear, trying to steal what isn't theirs! What they have no right to! They are worms feeding off the scraps of their betters! And in this, the season of the World's Demise? They grow strong don't they, David? But all you have to do is show them your claws? And they falter.'
Sinclair smiled sweetly, and she turned to go before she paused. A hand lifted, and a slender figure tapped against her chin before she turned slowly to stare at Katie with empty eyes. She stepped closer, and tilted her head before a hand lifted to lift Katie's chin as she stared down at her with a mocking grin.
'And you? Tell your boyfriend's lickspittle? When I am done with David Slam 3, he's next!'
Katie blinked, and Sinclair stomped off.
