Post by Donzig on Feb 11, 2022 2:14:58 GMT -5
'When a man lies he murders some part of the world. These are the pale deaths men miscall their lives.'
Donzig's voice hissed from the darkness, and then he stepped onto what appeared to be a roof overlooking the sleeping city of Halifax. His coat snapped angrily in the cold wind, and he lifted a hand to hold his hood down as the wind swept around his masked face. He sniffed, and slowly turned to look down on the lights of the city before he continued to speak.
'Now the Bastards? They love a good story, they love the narrative. You see like most people, especially those that fancy themselves the good guys? They have to lie, they have to lie and spin their web of words. They have to tell a story to remind all of you how good they are, how much better they are.'
A hand lifted, and a finger extended before it dropped away as Donzig kept growling with his back to the camera.
'Or some people need to lie, they don't want you to know what they really are. They want you to look at them with favor, like they are one of the good guys even as they lie, cheat, and steal. Because it is important to them that you don't think they are 'evil'.'
A pause, and Donzig rolled his shoulders before he turned with a shake of his head. His hood fell back, and the light gleamed off his mask as he hissed.
'But the facts are? One person in NPW has never lied to you people, one person in this company can't be bothered with a fucking narrative, and that one person is me. It's motherfucking Donzig.' He paced forward, shaking his head before he lifted a hand absently with a wave. 'You know why? Because I don't give two flying fucks what you people, or the other sons of bitches in this company think of me! I am the one person who will stand here and I will tell you what you need to hear. And that is the cold hard truth, because the truth? Oh, it will set you free.'
Donzig paused, and he reached upwards to slowly pull off his mask. He stared at it, before it disappeared inside of his coat. And his fingers raked through his beard as it was tugged on by the wind as he paced again.
'No one wants us here? Is that what you said Rob? No one wants me here?' A smirk tugged on that face, and he snorted a laugh. 'Rob, Rob, Rob. I always thought you were the smart one, but I guess maybe it's that fat fuck Frank. Because do you think for a second that Gus Arnold suffers me because of my charm? My quick wit? You think it's my fucking personality, Rob? You think Paul Soutter was so enamored with my bright and shiny disposition that he kept me around even as I promised to beat the shit out of him? You think the SWAT Board of Directors and that bitch Blaze keep me around because they need me to hang out in catering?'
Donzig scowled, his hand lifting to wipe across the back of his mouth. Then he spat, shaking his head before he shrugged.
'Or is it because I put asses in the seats, Rob. Is it because I in fact, everything I fucking say I am! I walk into the building, and that building is mine! I pick up a fucking mic, and these people? They belong to me now!' A scowl, and Donzig tugged at his beard as he gave a disgusted shake of his head. He looked back down on the city, muttering again. 'I move the fucking needle, Rob. From Oz to Las Vegas to fucking Nova Scotia I get it done! And I don't need to ride a palanquin with midgets to fucking do it too, so sit down and take notes!'
A pause.
'When the Bastards washed up in NPW, when them and their entire fucking crew of 17 fuckers whose names I don't even remember came crawling in here? I was fucking destroying the tag team division with a fucker in clown make-up! A guy I tagged with on a whim, because I felt like it! Yeah, so you can talk about how you're mega-stars? But my man, they came for Donkke. And by the way, if the Bastards are such bad asses? XHF Trios titles ring a bell? Remember? Yeah, you do.'
Donzig gave a burst of that weird rasping mechanical laughter escaping him as he turned back to the camera. He shrugged, and paced once more with a look of annoyance.
'The three of you beat the Revenants? Is that it? Well, since the Revenants rejected me? Where have they gotten, eh? Where are they? The three of you beat the fucking Revs?' Donzig rolled his eyes, and gave a mocking clap. 'Congrats, but really? Who hasn't. Fuck, I left every single one of those fuckers laying in the ring by myself! By my goddamned self, Rob! I didn't need Fowler and Windsor to it! You know why? Because I fucking can!'
Donzig crouched down, elbows on his knees as he tilted his head.
'Steve Awesome beat the best of the best to win the Openweight Title, I know I happened to be there when he pinned that piece of shit Enigma. Timeless has been going after the Murder Lizard, while you three have been sucking your own dicks. And me? Well, you see what I have been doing don't you? You ask where my realm is? What do I reign over? Wherever I want, and the three of you will bend the knee.'
Donzig slid to his feet, his eyes narrowing.
'You see Rob, Frank, and other guy? I am a primal power of the earth, eh? Lord of fucking chaos, eh? And when you walk into Halifax?'
A shrug.
'You know the words.'
Donzig's voice hissed from the darkness, and then he stepped onto what appeared to be a roof overlooking the sleeping city of Halifax. His coat snapped angrily in the cold wind, and he lifted a hand to hold his hood down as the wind swept around his masked face. He sniffed, and slowly turned to look down on the lights of the city before he continued to speak.
'Now the Bastards? They love a good story, they love the narrative. You see like most people, especially those that fancy themselves the good guys? They have to lie, they have to lie and spin their web of words. They have to tell a story to remind all of you how good they are, how much better they are.'
A hand lifted, and a finger extended before it dropped away as Donzig kept growling with his back to the camera.
'Or some people need to lie, they don't want you to know what they really are. They want you to look at them with favor, like they are one of the good guys even as they lie, cheat, and steal. Because it is important to them that you don't think they are 'evil'.'
A pause, and Donzig rolled his shoulders before he turned with a shake of his head. His hood fell back, and the light gleamed off his mask as he hissed.
'But the facts are? One person in NPW has never lied to you people, one person in this company can't be bothered with a fucking narrative, and that one person is me. It's motherfucking Donzig.' He paced forward, shaking his head before he lifted a hand absently with a wave. 'You know why? Because I don't give two flying fucks what you people, or the other sons of bitches in this company think of me! I am the one person who will stand here and I will tell you what you need to hear. And that is the cold hard truth, because the truth? Oh, it will set you free.'
Donzig paused, and he reached upwards to slowly pull off his mask. He stared at it, before it disappeared inside of his coat. And his fingers raked through his beard as it was tugged on by the wind as he paced again.
'No one wants us here? Is that what you said Rob? No one wants me here?' A smirk tugged on that face, and he snorted a laugh. 'Rob, Rob, Rob. I always thought you were the smart one, but I guess maybe it's that fat fuck Frank. Because do you think for a second that Gus Arnold suffers me because of my charm? My quick wit? You think it's my fucking personality, Rob? You think Paul Soutter was so enamored with my bright and shiny disposition that he kept me around even as I promised to beat the shit out of him? You think the SWAT Board of Directors and that bitch Blaze keep me around because they need me to hang out in catering?'
Donzig scowled, his hand lifting to wipe across the back of his mouth. Then he spat, shaking his head before he shrugged.
'Or is it because I put asses in the seats, Rob. Is it because I in fact, everything I fucking say I am! I walk into the building, and that building is mine! I pick up a fucking mic, and these people? They belong to me now!' A scowl, and Donzig tugged at his beard as he gave a disgusted shake of his head. He looked back down on the city, muttering again. 'I move the fucking needle, Rob. From Oz to Las Vegas to fucking Nova Scotia I get it done! And I don't need to ride a palanquin with midgets to fucking do it too, so sit down and take notes!'
A pause.
'When the Bastards washed up in NPW, when them and their entire fucking crew of 17 fuckers whose names I don't even remember came crawling in here? I was fucking destroying the tag team division with a fucker in clown make-up! A guy I tagged with on a whim, because I felt like it! Yeah, so you can talk about how you're mega-stars? But my man, they came for Donkke. And by the way, if the Bastards are such bad asses? XHF Trios titles ring a bell? Remember? Yeah, you do.'
Donzig gave a burst of that weird rasping mechanical laughter escaping him as he turned back to the camera. He shrugged, and paced once more with a look of annoyance.
'The three of you beat the Revenants? Is that it? Well, since the Revenants rejected me? Where have they gotten, eh? Where are they? The three of you beat the fucking Revs?' Donzig rolled his eyes, and gave a mocking clap. 'Congrats, but really? Who hasn't. Fuck, I left every single one of those fuckers laying in the ring by myself! By my goddamned self, Rob! I didn't need Fowler and Windsor to it! You know why? Because I fucking can!'
Donzig crouched down, elbows on his knees as he tilted his head.
'Steve Awesome beat the best of the best to win the Openweight Title, I know I happened to be there when he pinned that piece of shit Enigma. Timeless has been going after the Murder Lizard, while you three have been sucking your own dicks. And me? Well, you see what I have been doing don't you? You ask where my realm is? What do I reign over? Wherever I want, and the three of you will bend the knee.'
Donzig slid to his feet, his eyes narrowing.
'You see Rob, Frank, and other guy? I am a primal power of the earth, eh? Lord of fucking chaos, eh? And when you walk into Halifax?'
A shrug.
'You know the words.'
