Post by Donzig on Feb 14, 2022 18:38:34 GMT -5
'Let your plans be dark and impenetrable as night, and when you move, fall like a thunderbolt.'
Purred the voice of Sinclair Godfrey from the darkness, and then the light resolved into the image of her standing just behind the massive carved wooden chair of Donzig. He leaned forward, shrugging his shoulders before he tilted his masked head. A hand reached down to the chess table before him, picking up a carved knight to turn it slowly in his fingers. He leaned back again, staring at it before Sinclair closed the book.
'Rob, Rob, Rob. You and the Bastards have taken the wrong track on opposing my Empire. You see--' A pause, and Donzig lifted his hand to tap a finger against his temple as he leaned back. His arm dangling across the chair's arm absently, the chess piece in his fingers as he continued. '--people don't give me any credit. You see I am a savage, I get inside that ring and frankly? I get it done, I maul people. I shorten careers, I beat ass, and I win fucking matches.'
A sniff, and Donzig lifted his hand to stare at the chess piece.
'But I don't get enough credit for my mind. You see I have a mind of metal and wheels.'
He shifted again, and he tapped the chess piece against the arm of the chair.
'I am a ring general, a schemer, a plotter. I admit it, you see I am a man who loves his plans. I like to keep my enemies off guard, worried about my next move, and what I am going to do next. You see I always have a plan B, I don't like to fucking lose.'
Donzig's fingers tightened into a fist around the knight, and then he sat it back on the board. He lifted his hand wiping his wrist across the mouth of the mask, and he sighed as he stared at the board.
'So your strategy?' He made quotation marks in the air. 'Is to say what? We're cast-offs? We're rejects? We're what the fucking crumbs in the bottom of a cookie tin? Really? Your antics may work against the rabble you are used to facing? But frankly? The Empire thinks the Bastards are beneath us, that the Bastards are lucky to be allowed in the same fucking building that we are.'
Donzig leaned forward, elbows on his knees as he whispered to the camera.
'Listen, that biscuit tin stuff? That was not so great.' A pause. 'Sinclair, what was it that Steve called Rob again?'
'Dad Bod Riot.' Sinclair intoned, sounding sad.
'Steve also said that was 'cringe', now I am not sure what that means? But Timeless assures me that it is bad.' Donzig nodded, leaning back once more. Sinclair hid a smile behind her hand, and shrugged.
'I wanted to call you Rob Peaceful Protest now, but the boys asked me to not get political.' Hands lifted with a shrug.
"Biscuit tins? Frank out here saying he is a bad man?' Donzig snorted, and he leaned forward again. 'What the fuck has Frank done to prove he is a bad man? I have fucking waded in blood since goddamned April! I have chewed and clawed my way to the heights of every company I have been in, and Frank is the bad man? I was pinned what once in the CWA? But FRANK IS A BAD MAN!'
His hand slammed down, a fist that cracked against the wood as he hissed.
'I'll show you a bad man, Frank. I will show you what a bad man does, you and your biscuit loving sidekick! But I digress my point is this--'
A hand lifted, a finger pointed as Donzig shrugged.
'You see we're a bad team, we're the worst fucking team. Are we monsters? Yes. Are we killers? Yes. Are we team players? No, no, no.' Donzig snorted a laugh, and he leaned forward again to let his elbows rest on his knees as he looked at the chess board. Then he stared at the camera, head tilting. 'Steve Awesome? Steve Awesome will sell out anyone of us for a good time, he will do it because it amuses him. Steve has an ego, you know this.'
A pause, and Donzig continued with a wave of his fingers.
'Timeless is a wrestling machine, he is Mister Wins-a-lot. But is he loyal to anyone beyond Timeless? Furthermore, Timeless has an ego.'
Donzig leaned back slightly, sighing.
'I have betrayed every alliance, every fucking team mate that it has amused me to make. The Revs? The KGB? Donkke? Takaru?' Donzig hissed, laughing before he continued. 'I am only loyal to Donzig-gun, and everyone of them knows I would sacrifice them at a moment's notice to further my ambition. The first loyalty of Donzig? Is to Donzig! And a clever opponent would use that against us, but you boys are not clever are you? You could look at Timeless and say--'
A shake of his head.
'Do you want to end up like Soutter?'
He looked the other way, and he lifted a hand.
'Steve, Steve! Do you want to be the next Armand?'
The hand fell.
'Biscuit tin?'
Donzig sighed.
'You going to make me say it, eh? Because if Steve and Timeless have an ego? I am an entire God Complex.'
A shrug, and he sniffed.
'You're a brotherhood? You're friends? You all love each other?' Donzig snorted. 'We're not a brotherhood, we're not friends. If Frank was in trouble? You would risk a win to save him, Rob. We wouldn't, we never would, that is not who we are. We are built on hate, we are built on rage. I called Steve and I said 'Steve, we will get back everything they took from you!', I called Timeless and said 'I said we will destroy Jay Jay together!', and I called--'
Sinclair gasped, covering her mouth as Donzig paused, head tilting.
'See you soon.'
Purred the voice of Sinclair Godfrey from the darkness, and then the light resolved into the image of her standing just behind the massive carved wooden chair of Donzig. He leaned forward, shrugging his shoulders before he tilted his masked head. A hand reached down to the chess table before him, picking up a carved knight to turn it slowly in his fingers. He leaned back again, staring at it before Sinclair closed the book.
'Rob, Rob, Rob. You and the Bastards have taken the wrong track on opposing my Empire. You see--' A pause, and Donzig lifted his hand to tap a finger against his temple as he leaned back. His arm dangling across the chair's arm absently, the chess piece in his fingers as he continued. '--people don't give me any credit. You see I am a savage, I get inside that ring and frankly? I get it done, I maul people. I shorten careers, I beat ass, and I win fucking matches.'
A sniff, and Donzig lifted his hand to stare at the chess piece.
'But I don't get enough credit for my mind. You see I have a mind of metal and wheels.'
He shifted again, and he tapped the chess piece against the arm of the chair.
'I am a ring general, a schemer, a plotter. I admit it, you see I am a man who loves his plans. I like to keep my enemies off guard, worried about my next move, and what I am going to do next. You see I always have a plan B, I don't like to fucking lose.'
Donzig's fingers tightened into a fist around the knight, and then he sat it back on the board. He lifted his hand wiping his wrist across the mouth of the mask, and he sighed as he stared at the board.
'So your strategy?' He made quotation marks in the air. 'Is to say what? We're cast-offs? We're rejects? We're what the fucking crumbs in the bottom of a cookie tin? Really? Your antics may work against the rabble you are used to facing? But frankly? The Empire thinks the Bastards are beneath us, that the Bastards are lucky to be allowed in the same fucking building that we are.'
Donzig leaned forward, elbows on his knees as he whispered to the camera.
'Listen, that biscuit tin stuff? That was not so great.' A pause. 'Sinclair, what was it that Steve called Rob again?'
'Dad Bod Riot.' Sinclair intoned, sounding sad.
'Steve also said that was 'cringe', now I am not sure what that means? But Timeless assures me that it is bad.' Donzig nodded, leaning back once more. Sinclair hid a smile behind her hand, and shrugged.
'I wanted to call you Rob Peaceful Protest now, but the boys asked me to not get political.' Hands lifted with a shrug.
"Biscuit tins? Frank out here saying he is a bad man?' Donzig snorted, and he leaned forward again. 'What the fuck has Frank done to prove he is a bad man? I have fucking waded in blood since goddamned April! I have chewed and clawed my way to the heights of every company I have been in, and Frank is the bad man? I was pinned what once in the CWA? But FRANK IS A BAD MAN!'
His hand slammed down, a fist that cracked against the wood as he hissed.
'I'll show you a bad man, Frank. I will show you what a bad man does, you and your biscuit loving sidekick! But I digress my point is this--'
A hand lifted, a finger pointed as Donzig shrugged.
'You see we're a bad team, we're the worst fucking team. Are we monsters? Yes. Are we killers? Yes. Are we team players? No, no, no.' Donzig snorted a laugh, and he leaned forward again to let his elbows rest on his knees as he looked at the chess board. Then he stared at the camera, head tilting. 'Steve Awesome? Steve Awesome will sell out anyone of us for a good time, he will do it because it amuses him. Steve has an ego, you know this.'
A pause, and Donzig continued with a wave of his fingers.
'Timeless is a wrestling machine, he is Mister Wins-a-lot. But is he loyal to anyone beyond Timeless? Furthermore, Timeless has an ego.'
Donzig leaned back slightly, sighing.
'I have betrayed every alliance, every fucking team mate that it has amused me to make. The Revs? The KGB? Donkke? Takaru?' Donzig hissed, laughing before he continued. 'I am only loyal to Donzig-gun, and everyone of them knows I would sacrifice them at a moment's notice to further my ambition. The first loyalty of Donzig? Is to Donzig! And a clever opponent would use that against us, but you boys are not clever are you? You could look at Timeless and say--'
A shake of his head.
'Do you want to end up like Soutter?'
He looked the other way, and he lifted a hand.
'Steve, Steve! Do you want to be the next Armand?'
The hand fell.
'Biscuit tin?'
Donzig sighed.
'You going to make me say it, eh? Because if Steve and Timeless have an ego? I am an entire God Complex.'
A shrug, and he sniffed.
'You're a brotherhood? You're friends? You all love each other?' Donzig snorted. 'We're not a brotherhood, we're not friends. If Frank was in trouble? You would risk a win to save him, Rob. We wouldn't, we never would, that is not who we are. We are built on hate, we are built on rage. I called Steve and I said 'Steve, we will get back everything they took from you!', I called Timeless and said 'I said we will destroy Jay Jay together!', and I called--'
Sinclair gasped, covering her mouth as Donzig paused, head tilting.
'See you soon.'
