Of equality, hypocrisy, and superiority. [RP #1]
May 3, 2024 22:26:14 GMT -5
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Post by SinclairGodfrey on May 3, 2024 22:26:14 GMT -5
‘Wesley Rage sits and preaches a message of equality, that we should all be treated equal. That all of us have value. And yet? Rage wants the biggest piece for himself, he places himself and the High Rollers above the rest of us.’
Sinclair Godfrey’s voice echoed through the darkness, and then a match was struck. Flames danced and coiled around the head of the match before she leaned forward to light a candle. The thing cast pale light across a highly polished table, and over the gleaming golden surface of the Commonwealth title. Sinclair’s hand slid over it, and the candle light glowed over her pretty face as she shrugged.
‘Donzig-gun doesn’t believe these things, Rage. You see everyone in our world? Gets exactly what they deserve, they get what they can take and hold, and while most of us complain about our lots! While we rant and rave about the injustice, and the inequalities heaped upon us! We know that in this world, the real world?’
A shrug, and Godfrey stared at the belt.
‘We will always overcome, because the Strong? Survive. And to us? Might makes right. And so Wesley when you walk down to that ring in Sydney? You will no doubt be thinking something foolish, that as a woman I deserve to hold this belt because of the inequalities heaped upon women in this industry.’
A frown, and her eyes narrowed.
‘And yet what about the things that you and your friends have done to Kasper? What about when Wesley Crane stole from that harridan Eli Dresden? You see you act like you respect women, and you want to right these wrongs?
But as always? Your actions reveal the truth. You don’t want to treat me better because I am a woman, you just want everyone to think you will. And that’s the problem, Rage. Because at the slightest sign of doubt, at the slightest sign of weakness or hesitation, while you put on whatever show you think will earn the respect of your ilk?’
Sinclair’s hand slapped down on the table, and she grinned a savage grin as she leaned forward. Her hand settled on the belt, her fingers splayed over the gold and enamel as she tilted her head.
‘The Witch’s Hammer. You know the Witch’s Hammer, Rage? Because no one, no one has kicked out of it since we came to the XHF!’
A shrug, and she leaned back as the light washed across her form. And she kicked her feet across the arm of the chair, and she dragged the belt to her as she purred in the shadows.
‘You are in fact a hypocrite, Wesley Rage. And the one thing we will not abide is a hypocrite, a man who says one thing and does another? That is an insult to our natures. That is anathema to us because the Children of the Fall are exactly what they say they are!
I am going to show you the price of your lies, of your arrogance, or your self-righteousness for the sake of itself. I will beat and batter you from one side of the ring to the other, and I will make you beg for the end before I give it to you.
This WUK Commonwealth Championship belongs to us! And if you want it? You will have to earn it! Not be handed it in the name of some false equality, not take it from me because of some lie you or your comrades dreamed up in your mind! Not because Crane or Reese came down to the ring and stole it for you!’
She laughed, a cold mocking sound.
‘Not even your weakling brother will be able to help you. At Sydney, at Dominion, you will face the wrath of the Baroness, you will face the fury of the Founding Mother of Wrestle:UK! You will have to prove yourself against the greatest Commonwealth Champion! And I will show you no mercy, I will not treat you any different than I would any other fool who dared to oppose the will of us!
So get ready, Wesley Crane.’
Sinclair leaned forward again, her eyes flashing as she sat the belt down before the candle again. And her hand lifted to let her fingers move through the flames, flickering absently as she watched it.
‘At Dominion? You might actually find out what it means to be equal, to be the same, to be treated just like everyone else.
And that means less than Donzig-gun. You see unlike you?
We are very honest. We are superior. We are always superior.’
The fingers closed, and the flame went out with a thin ribbon of smoke.
‘See you soon.’
Sinclair Godfrey’s voice echoed through the darkness, and then a match was struck. Flames danced and coiled around the head of the match before she leaned forward to light a candle. The thing cast pale light across a highly polished table, and over the gleaming golden surface of the Commonwealth title. Sinclair’s hand slid over it, and the candle light glowed over her pretty face as she shrugged.
‘Donzig-gun doesn’t believe these things, Rage. You see everyone in our world? Gets exactly what they deserve, they get what they can take and hold, and while most of us complain about our lots! While we rant and rave about the injustice, and the inequalities heaped upon us! We know that in this world, the real world?’
A shrug, and Godfrey stared at the belt.
‘We will always overcome, because the Strong? Survive. And to us? Might makes right. And so Wesley when you walk down to that ring in Sydney? You will no doubt be thinking something foolish, that as a woman I deserve to hold this belt because of the inequalities heaped upon women in this industry.’
A frown, and her eyes narrowed.
‘And yet what about the things that you and your friends have done to Kasper? What about when Wesley Crane stole from that harridan Eli Dresden? You see you act like you respect women, and you want to right these wrongs?
But as always? Your actions reveal the truth. You don’t want to treat me better because I am a woman, you just want everyone to think you will. And that’s the problem, Rage. Because at the slightest sign of doubt, at the slightest sign of weakness or hesitation, while you put on whatever show you think will earn the respect of your ilk?’
Sinclair’s hand slapped down on the table, and she grinned a savage grin as she leaned forward. Her hand settled on the belt, her fingers splayed over the gold and enamel as she tilted her head.
‘The Witch’s Hammer. You know the Witch’s Hammer, Rage? Because no one, no one has kicked out of it since we came to the XHF!’
A shrug, and she leaned back as the light washed across her form. And she kicked her feet across the arm of the chair, and she dragged the belt to her as she purred in the shadows.
‘You are in fact a hypocrite, Wesley Rage. And the one thing we will not abide is a hypocrite, a man who says one thing and does another? That is an insult to our natures. That is anathema to us because the Children of the Fall are exactly what they say they are!
I am going to show you the price of your lies, of your arrogance, or your self-righteousness for the sake of itself. I will beat and batter you from one side of the ring to the other, and I will make you beg for the end before I give it to you.
This WUK Commonwealth Championship belongs to us! And if you want it? You will have to earn it! Not be handed it in the name of some false equality, not take it from me because of some lie you or your comrades dreamed up in your mind! Not because Crane or Reese came down to the ring and stole it for you!’
She laughed, a cold mocking sound.
‘Not even your weakling brother will be able to help you. At Sydney, at Dominion, you will face the wrath of the Baroness, you will face the fury of the Founding Mother of Wrestle:UK! You will have to prove yourself against the greatest Commonwealth Champion! And I will show you no mercy, I will not treat you any different than I would any other fool who dared to oppose the will of us!
So get ready, Wesley Crane.’
Sinclair leaned forward again, her eyes flashing as she sat the belt down before the candle again. And her hand lifted to let her fingers move through the flames, flickering absently as she watched it.
‘At Dominion? You might actually find out what it means to be equal, to be the same, to be treated just like everyone else.
And that means less than Donzig-gun. You see unlike you?
We are very honest. We are superior. We are always superior.’
The fingers closed, and the flame went out with a thin ribbon of smoke.
‘See you soon.’
