Post by Donzig on Jan 26, 2022 23:57:57 GMT -5
Donzig appeared, clearly standing outside the arena flanked by the Death Squad and Sinclair Godfrey. His masked face stares from beneath his hood, and he motions for the camera to draw back. And the figures of Timeless and Steve Awesome move forward to stand with him, smirking at he camera as Donzig lifts a hand. He taps a finger against his mask, and he shrugs.
'First of all, Rob Garcia.' Donzig laughed, a horrible grating sound as he tilted his head. 'I have done worse then beat you, I have hurt you. And I will go on hurting you! You and the rest of your so-called division! You claim you're a champion? But I just ran rough-shod over your division, I walked into the Cruiserweight Classic and I laid it to waste! To fucking ruin! And you? Champ! You couldn't do dick about it! So you can all sit there and count your points, and talk about this or that?'
A pause, and Donzig hissed as Timeless leaned forward to clap him on the shoulder. A nod, and Donzig continued with a snarl.
'The only thing people will remember? Is what I did! What I did here tonight! So champ, boys, I will see you at day three! And I want all you to remember one thing! One thing! The only Cruiserweight in this company who hasn't lost a match to pin fall or submission? Is Alex Turner's favorite wrestler! So Rob, keep that belt nice and warm for me! Polish it up, and keep it clean because soon? It is coming home to the Empire.'
Donzig paused, head tilting as he turned to the Oblivion Death Squad. He shrugged, and he waved a hand before he turned back to the camera as the two brutes hissed softly.
'The Bastards. I hope you boys are keeping your titles nice and clean too, because the Death Squad has come for what should be theirs! Oblivion has whispered your names, and they answer. Time is up!' Donzig wagged a finger, and he paced back and forth as Awesome nodded. 'You see much like Rob? You run a division that is frankly? Trash. Well, times are changing! The Death Squad has come, and in no time at all? You will be begging for the Revs, or some other piece of shit tag team like the Dark Stars to come along and save you! But the good times are over, eh?'
Donzig walked back and forth, shaking his head before he shoved the hood back. He reached up, spreading his fingers across the mask before he handed it off to Sinclair. And he turned to stare at the camera with those cold empty eyes, his lips drawn back in a smirk before he waved a hand. He leaned closer to the camera, and he hissed. 'Gus, Gus, Gus. I told you I would make you suffer for what you did, I told you I wouldn't forget. And so I ruined your Cruiserweight Cup, because no matter who wins? You and I both know that I tainted that win. I walked in here and I pissed on your pride and joy, I took your precious cup? And I made it into so much dross. And I know, I know that you are smart enough to know that if I wanted? I would have walked out with that motherfucker, because no one.'
Donzig paused, and he snarled as his new cohorts urged him onward.
'And I do mean no one was going to stop me! But you see, Gus, that was only one of the things I did to bring ruin to NPW!'
His hands rose, and he stood before the assembled Donzig-gun, Timeless, and Steve Awesome. He smiled, that horrible wicked smile of his that didn't touch those empty eyes as he shrugged.
'I gathered your enemies together, Gus. I took the pieces that you cast aside, and I forged them into a weapon! A weapon I aimed at the heart of the NPW! I am building an Empire, Gus! A fucking Empire! Look at them! This is what you wrought!' Donzig spat, and he walked between Timeless and Awesome. His arms draped over their shoulders, leaning forward as he continued with a smirk. 'The Bastards? The Revenants? The Dark Stars? The fucking Council of Chaos? You can bring them all out, Gus! You can bring them all out here and line them up! Because we will do whatever we want, whenever we want, and no one will fucking stop us! No one, Gus!'
A shrug, and Donzig slid forward again.
'And if you think you can stop me, old man? You'll end up just like Soutter.'
A hand lifted, and Donzig pointed.
'Which brings me to SWAT and Vincent Wolf.' Donzig smiled that icy smile, and he raked his fingers through his beard. 'Vincent, I am the Pride of SWAT. Not you. So coming to the North, coming to Canada? That was a bad idea. Because I am the King in the North, son, do you understand that? And we have already established that I don't give two fucks about the Cruiserweight Cup! So what do you think I am going to do to you, Vincent. What do you think I am going to do someone I think is a fucking usurper to my throne? And I know, that you were there when I dealt with the Founder so you know exactly what I have in mind.'
Donzig drew back, shaking his head before he lifted a hand to wipe his taped wrist across his mouth before he spat again. Then he turned walking back towards the gathered members of the so named Empire.
'NPW! Play time is over! See you soon!'
'First of all, Rob Garcia.' Donzig laughed, a horrible grating sound as he tilted his head. 'I have done worse then beat you, I have hurt you. And I will go on hurting you! You and the rest of your so-called division! You claim you're a champion? But I just ran rough-shod over your division, I walked into the Cruiserweight Classic and I laid it to waste! To fucking ruin! And you? Champ! You couldn't do dick about it! So you can all sit there and count your points, and talk about this or that?'
A pause, and Donzig hissed as Timeless leaned forward to clap him on the shoulder. A nod, and Donzig continued with a snarl.
'The only thing people will remember? Is what I did! What I did here tonight! So champ, boys, I will see you at day three! And I want all you to remember one thing! One thing! The only Cruiserweight in this company who hasn't lost a match to pin fall or submission? Is Alex Turner's favorite wrestler! So Rob, keep that belt nice and warm for me! Polish it up, and keep it clean because soon? It is coming home to the Empire.'
Donzig paused, head tilting as he turned to the Oblivion Death Squad. He shrugged, and he waved a hand before he turned back to the camera as the two brutes hissed softly.
'The Bastards. I hope you boys are keeping your titles nice and clean too, because the Death Squad has come for what should be theirs! Oblivion has whispered your names, and they answer. Time is up!' Donzig wagged a finger, and he paced back and forth as Awesome nodded. 'You see much like Rob? You run a division that is frankly? Trash. Well, times are changing! The Death Squad has come, and in no time at all? You will be begging for the Revs, or some other piece of shit tag team like the Dark Stars to come along and save you! But the good times are over, eh?'
Donzig walked back and forth, shaking his head before he shoved the hood back. He reached up, spreading his fingers across the mask before he handed it off to Sinclair. And he turned to stare at the camera with those cold empty eyes, his lips drawn back in a smirk before he waved a hand. He leaned closer to the camera, and he hissed. 'Gus, Gus, Gus. I told you I would make you suffer for what you did, I told you I wouldn't forget. And so I ruined your Cruiserweight Cup, because no matter who wins? You and I both know that I tainted that win. I walked in here and I pissed on your pride and joy, I took your precious cup? And I made it into so much dross. And I know, I know that you are smart enough to know that if I wanted? I would have walked out with that motherfucker, because no one.'
Donzig paused, and he snarled as his new cohorts urged him onward.
'And I do mean no one was going to stop me! But you see, Gus, that was only one of the things I did to bring ruin to NPW!'
His hands rose, and he stood before the assembled Donzig-gun, Timeless, and Steve Awesome. He smiled, that horrible wicked smile of his that didn't touch those empty eyes as he shrugged.
'I gathered your enemies together, Gus. I took the pieces that you cast aside, and I forged them into a weapon! A weapon I aimed at the heart of the NPW! I am building an Empire, Gus! A fucking Empire! Look at them! This is what you wrought!' Donzig spat, and he walked between Timeless and Awesome. His arms draped over their shoulders, leaning forward as he continued with a smirk. 'The Bastards? The Revenants? The Dark Stars? The fucking Council of Chaos? You can bring them all out, Gus! You can bring them all out here and line them up! Because we will do whatever we want, whenever we want, and no one will fucking stop us! No one, Gus!'
A shrug, and Donzig slid forward again.
'And if you think you can stop me, old man? You'll end up just like Soutter.'
A hand lifted, and Donzig pointed.
'Which brings me to SWAT and Vincent Wolf.' Donzig smiled that icy smile, and he raked his fingers through his beard. 'Vincent, I am the Pride of SWAT. Not you. So coming to the North, coming to Canada? That was a bad idea. Because I am the King in the North, son, do you understand that? And we have already established that I don't give two fucks about the Cruiserweight Cup! So what do you think I am going to do to you, Vincent. What do you think I am going to do someone I think is a fucking usurper to my throne? And I know, that you were there when I dealt with the Founder so you know exactly what I have in mind.'
Donzig drew back, shaking his head before he lifted a hand to wipe his taped wrist across his mouth before he spat again. Then he turned walking back towards the gathered members of the so named Empire.
'NPW! Play time is over! See you soon!'
