Post by Donzig on Jan 29, 2022 23:27:04 GMT -5
A steel chair that looks like it has seen some use, the paint being chipped and scratched off the bent, dented legs and seat was dropped onto the table in the dim candlelight. And then Donzig drops down behind the table, and tilts his head as he slowly drags his fingers across the steel before he shrugs. His masked gaze studying the chair before he drums his fingers on it. Then he leans forward, dragging his taped wrist across the mouth of the mask before he growls.
'Vincent, Vincent, Vincent. You can sit there with your little press buddies in your corporate office and talk about this or that. And how you're so brave and not scared. You're not worried about Donzig. And it's fine, it's fine because it is easy to say these things while you're in your little press conference, when you're safe and sound.'
A pause, and Donzig sniffs.
'Or taking a bath with your buddy.'
A shrug, and Donzig slaps his hand down on the chair before he leans back.
'But you see? When you're standing in the ring, and you look across it? And you see the Harbinger of Death? When you see the Scourge standing before you? Well, then it is not the same. You realize that Death in High Places has found you, and there is nowhere to run. Nowhere to escape, Vincent. You can't just talk about not being scared, about not being afraid anymore.' A finger lifted, wagging slowly as he hissed. 'No, no, no. You have to be brave.'
Donzig lifted the chair, and he stood before he slammed it down on the table. It jerked to the side, the candle falling over and the room grew darker as Donzig used the chair to wipe it aside before he slammed it down again. The table creaking in protest as he wielded it like an axe, and he dropped back down with the chair laying before him. He steepled his hands before him, tapping them against his mask.
'Vincent, I know much like Rob Garcia? You are a self-absorbed little fuck, and you're actually clueless about the way things are. I am the King in the North, eh? I have no fucking equals! Do you get that?' Donzig wrapped his knuckles on the steel chair, and he tilted his head before he continued. 'You all say alot of stupid things, incredibly stupid things. You were at New Years Nightmare and you saw what I did to fucking Soutter! And I love Paul Soutter, there is no one I respect more then the Founder! And I put him fucking down like a dog! But you two fucks, and the fucking Bastards walk around here like we should all be afraid of you?'
Donzig snorted, and then burst out into a peal of that awful mechanical sounding laughing of his. It rasped and hissed, and then he shook his head before he grabbed the chair to throw it aside as he continued.
'When I faced the Murder Lizard? I looked in his eyes, and I saw the fear. When I walked into the Great Northern War and I took the Marsupials to the fucking edge, dragged them into the deep waters, and I drowned them? I saw the goddamned fear! I fucking walked out of both of these places covered in blood, and all I wanted was more! I fucking went toe to toe in a haunted fucking house with Goth! With fucking Goth! But the lot of you people with your jokes and your bullshit bravado want me to think you're immune to it! No, no, no!'
Donzig pointed at his mask, and snarled.
'There is only one man in this fucking company who has never pinned, who has never been submitted, and that man doesn't give a fuck if he gets DQed! That man only wants to hurt you, Vincent! And believe me, believe me, I am going to hurt you. I promise you that! I am going to fucking break you into pieces, and semt you back to the SWAT board of directors with a fruit basket, boy. You get that?'
Donzig leaned back, shadows covering him before a hand reached up to slowly pull off his mask. He stared down at it, then sat it aside as his fingers raked through his beard. Eyes as empty as those of the mask looked at the camera, cold and empty as Donzig licked his lips before his hand dragged across his bald head. And he shrugged before he waved a hand.
'And since that is not enough for Noon's bath buddy, or Vincent Wolf, or the Bastards.' A pause. 'Or the King of Violence for that matter! I want you all to remember that it is not just the Lord of Chaos that will be there. That I don't have to lift a finger to hurt any of you, I don't have to do a fucking thing. Because I have Donzig gun, I have the most fearsome force in the CWA at my fingertips. And all I have to do? Is say one of your fucking names.'
A finger lifted.
'But that isn't enough, is it? So I called up two of the most dangerous men in the CWA. You see Vincent, you may not be afraid of me? But I bet you're afraid of Alex Turner's favorite wrestler? Or maybe you're afraid of Alex Turner?' Donzig smiled, a nasty smile as he tapped his finger against the table. 'Or maybe we'll see if you're afraid of all three of us. You see say what you want about Steve Awesome and I have! And say what you want about Timeless, and everyone does? They are two very dangerous men, and all three of us? Well, we're not nice people. We're ruthless, we're fucking savages, and we run the NPW now.'
Donzig shrugged, flashing that terrible lifeless grin again before he slid to his feet.
'Keep telling yourself you're not scared.'
'Vincent, Vincent, Vincent. You can sit there with your little press buddies in your corporate office and talk about this or that. And how you're so brave and not scared. You're not worried about Donzig. And it's fine, it's fine because it is easy to say these things while you're in your little press conference, when you're safe and sound.'
A pause, and Donzig sniffs.
'Or taking a bath with your buddy.'
A shrug, and Donzig slaps his hand down on the chair before he leans back.
'But you see? When you're standing in the ring, and you look across it? And you see the Harbinger of Death? When you see the Scourge standing before you? Well, then it is not the same. You realize that Death in High Places has found you, and there is nowhere to run. Nowhere to escape, Vincent. You can't just talk about not being scared, about not being afraid anymore.' A finger lifted, wagging slowly as he hissed. 'No, no, no. You have to be brave.'
Donzig lifted the chair, and he stood before he slammed it down on the table. It jerked to the side, the candle falling over and the room grew darker as Donzig used the chair to wipe it aside before he slammed it down again. The table creaking in protest as he wielded it like an axe, and he dropped back down with the chair laying before him. He steepled his hands before him, tapping them against his mask.
'Vincent, I know much like Rob Garcia? You are a self-absorbed little fuck, and you're actually clueless about the way things are. I am the King in the North, eh? I have no fucking equals! Do you get that?' Donzig wrapped his knuckles on the steel chair, and he tilted his head before he continued. 'You all say alot of stupid things, incredibly stupid things. You were at New Years Nightmare and you saw what I did to fucking Soutter! And I love Paul Soutter, there is no one I respect more then the Founder! And I put him fucking down like a dog! But you two fucks, and the fucking Bastards walk around here like we should all be afraid of you?'
Donzig snorted, and then burst out into a peal of that awful mechanical sounding laughing of his. It rasped and hissed, and then he shook his head before he grabbed the chair to throw it aside as he continued.
'When I faced the Murder Lizard? I looked in his eyes, and I saw the fear. When I walked into the Great Northern War and I took the Marsupials to the fucking edge, dragged them into the deep waters, and I drowned them? I saw the goddamned fear! I fucking walked out of both of these places covered in blood, and all I wanted was more! I fucking went toe to toe in a haunted fucking house with Goth! With fucking Goth! But the lot of you people with your jokes and your bullshit bravado want me to think you're immune to it! No, no, no!'
Donzig pointed at his mask, and snarled.
'There is only one man in this fucking company who has never pinned, who has never been submitted, and that man doesn't give a fuck if he gets DQed! That man only wants to hurt you, Vincent! And believe me, believe me, I am going to hurt you. I promise you that! I am going to fucking break you into pieces, and semt you back to the SWAT board of directors with a fruit basket, boy. You get that?'
Donzig leaned back, shadows covering him before a hand reached up to slowly pull off his mask. He stared down at it, then sat it aside as his fingers raked through his beard. Eyes as empty as those of the mask looked at the camera, cold and empty as Donzig licked his lips before his hand dragged across his bald head. And he shrugged before he waved a hand.
'And since that is not enough for Noon's bath buddy, or Vincent Wolf, or the Bastards.' A pause. 'Or the King of Violence for that matter! I want you all to remember that it is not just the Lord of Chaos that will be there. That I don't have to lift a finger to hurt any of you, I don't have to do a fucking thing. Because I have Donzig gun, I have the most fearsome force in the CWA at my fingertips. And all I have to do? Is say one of your fucking names.'
A finger lifted.
'But that isn't enough, is it? So I called up two of the most dangerous men in the CWA. You see Vincent, you may not be afraid of me? But I bet you're afraid of Alex Turner's favorite wrestler? Or maybe you're afraid of Alex Turner?' Donzig smiled, a nasty smile as he tapped his finger against the table. 'Or maybe we'll see if you're afraid of all three of us. You see say what you want about Steve Awesome and I have! And say what you want about Timeless, and everyone does? They are two very dangerous men, and all three of us? Well, we're not nice people. We're ruthless, we're fucking savages, and we run the NPW now.'
Donzig shrugged, flashing that terrible lifeless grin again before he slid to his feet.
'Keep telling yourself you're not scared.'
