Post by Oblivion Death Squad on Sept 1, 2024 21:09:09 GMT -5
Sinclair Godfrey looks up from where she sits on a heavily carved wooden chair, and she frowns slightly. Her fingers tighten on the arms of the chair, and she leans forward with a flick of her head to toss her hair away from her face. On either side of the chair sit Mormo and Moloch, their eyes gleaming from behind the skull faced tactical masks.
‘In a few short days, the Oblivion Death Squad will walk into the Royal Opera House! They will fix one of the many wrongs that have been inflicted on Donzig-gun! Now that the Scourge possesses the X-Crown, all things will set right. And that begins with Bad to the Bone.’
Her eyes narrowed, and Mormo lifted a huge hand to ball it into a fist. Moloch growled, rolling his shoulders before Sinclair spoke once more.
‘Lord Dominicus. Big Bone. They walk in here, and they somehow win our tag team titles without ever beating us! They creep through that tournament, and they dare to call themselves champions! But how can that ever be when they never defeated us!
We were robbed, we were once again spat on by the powers that be! Because the Cryptid Cabal stole a win over us, we lost what we were never defeated for! And then they fell into the hands of Bad to the Bone.’
Sinclair’s fist slammed down on the arm of the chair, and she bared her teeth in a snarl.
‘And even worse, even worse, you let the WUK Tag Team Championships! Titles whose lineages reach back to the days of NPW and SWAT fall into the hands of two creatures like Crane and Reese. Men who respect nothing, men who value nothing, men with no idea of what they even are! Well, after we destroy the pair of you inside the Royal Opera House?
Reese and Crane will contend with real champions! They will deal with us! And we will show them exactly what we think of them, and for that matter you.’
Sinclair leaned back, and her fingers tapped against the wooden animal staring from the arm of the chair. Eyes narrowed, and then Mormo snarled.
‘E keqe deri në kockë! Për të rimarrë atë që është e jona, për të rimarrë titujt tanë?
Ne do të duhet të kalojmë përmes jush! Dhe ne do të! Shakatë dhe lojërat tuaja nuk kanë asgjë për ne!
Më pak se asgjë!’
Moloch rose, his shoulders rolling before he lifts his gloved hands. His fingers twisted and squeezed, turning into claws as his eyes narrowed behind the mask. Eyes wild before he started to growl and snarl, clearly furious.
‘Kocka e madhe! Mendoni se keni ndonjë shans kundër nesh? A mendoni se mund ta çoni spirancën tuaj të një partneri drejt fitores kundër nesh?
Ne jemi ish-Kampionë të Etiketës XHF! Ne jemi një kërcënim për çdo ekip tag në këtë kompani, apo ndonjë tjetër!
Dhe ju mendoni se Zoti Dominicus ka diçka për t'ju ofruar përveç dobësisë?
Ai është egoist, është budalla dhe pretendon dy tituj!
Dhe kjo do të marrë fund tani.’
He fell silent, and Sinclair’s voice murmured from the shadows.
‘Bad to the Bone! To retake what is ours, to reclaim our titles? We will have to go through you! And we will! Your jokes and games mean nothing to us!
Less than nothing!
Big Bone! Do you think you have any chance against us? Do you think you can carry your anchor of a partner to victory against us? We are former XHF Tag Team Champions! We are a threat to any tag team in this company, or any other!
And you think Lord Dominicus has anything to offer you besides weakness? He is selfish, he is a fool, and he is a pretender to two titles!
And that will end now.’
Sinclair rose, and she swept her coat behind her.
‘At the Royal Opera House, we will settle this. We will show the rest of this roster from the Titled Cartridges, to the Cryptid Cabal, to the Dark Stars that we are the standard! That this entire division exists at our pleasure, that at any time the Oblivion Death Squad can come for them!
We will lay the WUK Heavyweight Champion low, we will expose how weak he actually is! And then with the blood of Bad to the Bone on our hands? We will destroy them and the false champions at one blow! Because no one, and I do mean no one is like us! We are the Children of the Fall, we are the Footsoldiers of the Apocalypse, we are the Chosen of the Scourge!
And we will once again be the WUK Tag Team Champions!’
She swept down the narrow stairs of the dias, her long coat snapping and swirling around her form. Her eyes narrowed as she gathered it in her fist, and the Death Squad fell into step behind her. The room falling into darkness as their footsteps echoed into the darkness, and then a voice purred.
‘See you soon, Dominicus.’
Horrible rasping laughter echoed from the shadows, staring and stopping like some obscene engine trying to come to life. Burbling and cackling before it stopped as suddenly as it started.
‘In a few short days, the Oblivion Death Squad will walk into the Royal Opera House! They will fix one of the many wrongs that have been inflicted on Donzig-gun! Now that the Scourge possesses the X-Crown, all things will set right. And that begins with Bad to the Bone.’
Her eyes narrowed, and Mormo lifted a huge hand to ball it into a fist. Moloch growled, rolling his shoulders before Sinclair spoke once more.
‘Lord Dominicus. Big Bone. They walk in here, and they somehow win our tag team titles without ever beating us! They creep through that tournament, and they dare to call themselves champions! But how can that ever be when they never defeated us!
We were robbed, we were once again spat on by the powers that be! Because the Cryptid Cabal stole a win over us, we lost what we were never defeated for! And then they fell into the hands of Bad to the Bone.’
Sinclair’s fist slammed down on the arm of the chair, and she bared her teeth in a snarl.
‘And even worse, even worse, you let the WUK Tag Team Championships! Titles whose lineages reach back to the days of NPW and SWAT fall into the hands of two creatures like Crane and Reese. Men who respect nothing, men who value nothing, men with no idea of what they even are! Well, after we destroy the pair of you inside the Royal Opera House?
Reese and Crane will contend with real champions! They will deal with us! And we will show them exactly what we think of them, and for that matter you.’
Sinclair leaned back, and her fingers tapped against the wooden animal staring from the arm of the chair. Eyes narrowed, and then Mormo snarled.
‘E keqe deri në kockë! Për të rimarrë atë që është e jona, për të rimarrë titujt tanë?
Ne do të duhet të kalojmë përmes jush! Dhe ne do të! Shakatë dhe lojërat tuaja nuk kanë asgjë për ne!
Më pak se asgjë!’
Moloch rose, his shoulders rolling before he lifts his gloved hands. His fingers twisted and squeezed, turning into claws as his eyes narrowed behind the mask. Eyes wild before he started to growl and snarl, clearly furious.
‘Kocka e madhe! Mendoni se keni ndonjë shans kundër nesh? A mendoni se mund ta çoni spirancën tuaj të një partneri drejt fitores kundër nesh?
Ne jemi ish-Kampionë të Etiketës XHF! Ne jemi një kërcënim për çdo ekip tag në këtë kompani, apo ndonjë tjetër!
Dhe ju mendoni se Zoti Dominicus ka diçka për t'ju ofruar përveç dobësisë?
Ai është egoist, është budalla dhe pretendon dy tituj!
Dhe kjo do të marrë fund tani.’
He fell silent, and Sinclair’s voice murmured from the shadows.
‘Bad to the Bone! To retake what is ours, to reclaim our titles? We will have to go through you! And we will! Your jokes and games mean nothing to us!
Less than nothing!
Big Bone! Do you think you have any chance against us? Do you think you can carry your anchor of a partner to victory against us? We are former XHF Tag Team Champions! We are a threat to any tag team in this company, or any other!
And you think Lord Dominicus has anything to offer you besides weakness? He is selfish, he is a fool, and he is a pretender to two titles!
And that will end now.’
Sinclair rose, and she swept her coat behind her.
‘At the Royal Opera House, we will settle this. We will show the rest of this roster from the Titled Cartridges, to the Cryptid Cabal, to the Dark Stars that we are the standard! That this entire division exists at our pleasure, that at any time the Oblivion Death Squad can come for them!
We will lay the WUK Heavyweight Champion low, we will expose how weak he actually is! And then with the blood of Bad to the Bone on our hands? We will destroy them and the false champions at one blow! Because no one, and I do mean no one is like us! We are the Children of the Fall, we are the Footsoldiers of the Apocalypse, we are the Chosen of the Scourge!
And we will once again be the WUK Tag Team Champions!’
She swept down the narrow stairs of the dias, her long coat snapping and swirling around her form. Her eyes narrowed as she gathered it in her fist, and the Death Squad fell into step behind her. The room falling into darkness as their footsteps echoed into the darkness, and then a voice purred.
‘See you soon, Dominicus.’
Horrible rasping laughter echoed from the shadows, staring and stopping like some obscene engine trying to come to life. Burbling and cackling before it stopped as suddenly as it started.
