Post by SinclairGodfrey on Jul 25, 2024 19:37:07 GMT -5
‘Something was stolen from us, stolen from me.’
Sinclair Godfrey frowned, and her hand lifted to let her fingers absently brush across her chin. Her eyes narrowed, and she shrugged before she continued with a wave of her hand. Archie Rude stood behind her, hanging in the grip of the scowling Mormo. He started to speak, but fell silent as the Baroness looked at him.
‘And that thing was my Commonwealth title. Because we all know what the High Rollers did, we all know what they did for their feckless fool Wesley Rage to steal that championship from me! From Donzig-gun!
I restored that title to greatness, I made it relevant again! And then it was snatched from my hands by these people!’
Her eyes flashed, narrowing as she pressed her lips into a grim line.
‘Despite defeating all challengers, despite the greatest reign of any Commonwealth Champion, the powers that be in WUK have done everything they could to protect Rage! They have moved heaven and earth to deny me a rematch!
But, the people of WUK, despite being rabble know very well what I am capable of! And so they bent the knee, and they forced the worms who cower at the feet of Crane and his boys to give me what is mine by right!
And yet, I have to challenge for the belt that was taken from me.’
Her head tilted, and she looked at Rude. He swallowed, trying to escape the grasp of Mormo. He started to speak, but fell silent as Sinclair reached out to absently adjust his tie. A shake of her head, and she continued with a faint smirk.
‘Kalmin Watts. A former champion. I have nothing but respect for you, Watts. You and I have walked similar paths, you are the apprentice of the Role Model. And I am the apprentice of the Scourge.
You would carry that title with honor once more, I have no doubt. But the problem is? That belt is mine!’
Her eyes flashed with rage, and she lifted a hand to claw at the air.
‘I will not let you or anyone else deny my revenge against Wesley Rage! And despite everything Anthony Jordan has taught you? It will not be enough!’
A frown, and Rude was shaken again.
‘And as for you, Psychotic Goth! You have been lurking in the shadows of WUK for far too long, creeping back and forth telling us about how dark and evil you are! How dangerous and violent!
But Goth, are the shadow of a serpent, nothing but a worm next to Donzig-gun! And so the Dragon of WUK will be brought to heel by the Baroness! I will leave you in that ring less than I found you! I will not let even you, and you are great, make no mistake!
But you will not deny my vengeance! You will not deny me the chance to take my title back from Rage! I will have it all back!’
The Baroness sniffed, head tilting as she absently looked at her nails.
‘You see the way I see it? I won’t even need to lift a finger will I? I just need to sit back and let you two tear each other apart! And then? I will swoop in and pick the bones won’t I? After all you two are old friends aren’t you? Two of the most dangerous men in Wrestle:UK, both of you clawing and fighting to get back to the top!
And that means?
You’re going to make a mistake, you are going to look past me. And no one, no one looks past the Strong Right Hand of the Scourge! No one looks past the Baroness!’
A smirk, and she shrugged.
‘And if all else fails? I have the Witch’s Hammer don’t I? No one. And I mean no one has escaped the Witch’s Hammer in four years! And that means all I have to do? Is make sure one of you?
Get what is coming to you.’
Sinclair turned, walking over to absently adjust Rude’s jacket as he tried to escape the grip of Mormo. And she tsked, frowning before she stepped back to look over her shoulder.
‘And then? Wesley Rage will get what is coming to him. And I will once again be the WUK Commonwealth Champion! And all of the gold in this miserable company? Will be in the hands of Donzig-gun!’
A grin, and she snapped her fingers. Mormo dumped Rude to the floor, and he sputtered as he started to rise before the boot of the Baroness snapped across his face. He dropped, and she kicked him onto his stomach before dragging his head upwards by the tie. His arms were yanked across his chest, and her foot rose to press against the back of his head.
SNAP!
Rude was in a heap, bleeding as she dusted off her hands. Mormo kicked him onto his back, and Sinclair planted a boot on his chest.
‘Boys?’
A laugh.
‘See you soon.’
Sinclair Godfrey frowned, and her hand lifted to let her fingers absently brush across her chin. Her eyes narrowed, and she shrugged before she continued with a wave of her hand. Archie Rude stood behind her, hanging in the grip of the scowling Mormo. He started to speak, but fell silent as the Baroness looked at him.
‘And that thing was my Commonwealth title. Because we all know what the High Rollers did, we all know what they did for their feckless fool Wesley Rage to steal that championship from me! From Donzig-gun!
I restored that title to greatness, I made it relevant again! And then it was snatched from my hands by these people!’
Her eyes flashed, narrowing as she pressed her lips into a grim line.
‘Despite defeating all challengers, despite the greatest reign of any Commonwealth Champion, the powers that be in WUK have done everything they could to protect Rage! They have moved heaven and earth to deny me a rematch!
But, the people of WUK, despite being rabble know very well what I am capable of! And so they bent the knee, and they forced the worms who cower at the feet of Crane and his boys to give me what is mine by right!
And yet, I have to challenge for the belt that was taken from me.’
Her head tilted, and she looked at Rude. He swallowed, trying to escape the grasp of Mormo. He started to speak, but fell silent as Sinclair reached out to absently adjust his tie. A shake of her head, and she continued with a faint smirk.
‘Kalmin Watts. A former champion. I have nothing but respect for you, Watts. You and I have walked similar paths, you are the apprentice of the Role Model. And I am the apprentice of the Scourge.
You would carry that title with honor once more, I have no doubt. But the problem is? That belt is mine!’
Her eyes flashed with rage, and she lifted a hand to claw at the air.
‘I will not let you or anyone else deny my revenge against Wesley Rage! And despite everything Anthony Jordan has taught you? It will not be enough!’
A frown, and Rude was shaken again.
‘And as for you, Psychotic Goth! You have been lurking in the shadows of WUK for far too long, creeping back and forth telling us about how dark and evil you are! How dangerous and violent!
But Goth, are the shadow of a serpent, nothing but a worm next to Donzig-gun! And so the Dragon of WUK will be brought to heel by the Baroness! I will leave you in that ring less than I found you! I will not let even you, and you are great, make no mistake!
But you will not deny my vengeance! You will not deny me the chance to take my title back from Rage! I will have it all back!’
The Baroness sniffed, head tilting as she absently looked at her nails.
‘You see the way I see it? I won’t even need to lift a finger will I? I just need to sit back and let you two tear each other apart! And then? I will swoop in and pick the bones won’t I? After all you two are old friends aren’t you? Two of the most dangerous men in Wrestle:UK, both of you clawing and fighting to get back to the top!
And that means?
You’re going to make a mistake, you are going to look past me. And no one, no one looks past the Strong Right Hand of the Scourge! No one looks past the Baroness!’
A smirk, and she shrugged.
‘And if all else fails? I have the Witch’s Hammer don’t I? No one. And I mean no one has escaped the Witch’s Hammer in four years! And that means all I have to do? Is make sure one of you?
Get what is coming to you.’
Sinclair turned, walking over to absently adjust Rude’s jacket as he tried to escape the grip of Mormo. And she tsked, frowning before she stepped back to look over her shoulder.
‘And then? Wesley Rage will get what is coming to him. And I will once again be the WUK Commonwealth Champion! And all of the gold in this miserable company? Will be in the hands of Donzig-gun!’
A grin, and she snapped her fingers. Mormo dumped Rude to the floor, and he sputtered as he started to rise before the boot of the Baroness snapped across his face. He dropped, and she kicked him onto his stomach before dragging his head upwards by the tie. His arms were yanked across his chest, and her foot rose to press against the back of his head.
SNAP!
Rude was in a heap, bleeding as she dusted off her hands. Mormo kicked him onto his back, and Sinclair planted a boot on his chest.
‘Boys?’
A laugh.
‘See you soon.’
