Post by robriot on Feb 19, 2022 10:40:08 GMT -5
“We’re a bad team. We’re the worst fucking team.”
The words are Donzig's, but they're spoken by Rob Riot, and they're spoken in a mocking tone. Riot isn't sat beneath a naked lightbulb in his promo room today. He's sat on the back porch of his English countryside manor, wearing his tweed and corduroy, tilted back in a rocking chair. Rain lashes down around the edges of the porch. Storm Eunice is lashing Great Britain. Rob Riot doesn't care. He's not looking at the weather. He's looking at a large, leather-bound book in his hands, which he holds up so the camera can see the cover.
There’s a picture of The Empire on the front of the book along with the title “Reasons we’re going to lose, by Donzig.” It’s all tastefully embossed into the leather. With a snort of derision, the Riot Star glances into the camera and shakes his head before he continues to read aloud.
“If Frank was in trouble, you would risk a win to save him. Rob, we never would.” “We’re not a brotherhood. We’re not friends.” “I have a mind of metal and wheels.”
Riot snaps the book shut and tosses it aside, leaving it to bounce across the porch and quickly become soaked by the rain. He clasps his hands together and leans the rocking chair forward.
“What’s the point of me being here, Donzig, if you’re going to do my job for me? We’ve got a fight to sell. At least try to make the fans believe you stand a chance. We both know the Empire is the worst fucking team in the pro wrestling business, but you’re not supposed to tell them….”
When he says "them," he points off-screen as if indicating an unseen audience.
"...that. You lack friendship. You lack brotherhood. You wouldn't risk a damn thing for each other because you don't even get along. Great, so when I've filleted you, and I'm thinking it might be time to wrap things up and pin you, Steve Absent and Dickless are going to stand around doing nothing about it? Fantastic. Thanks for the tip. As for having "a mind of metal and wheels?" Why not just go the whole hog and tell me that your brain is in a wheelchair? Seriously, you just used up a valuable chunk of TV time telling me why you and your boys are going to lose. I don't know what kind of vibe you were going for, Donny, but it was sad. It was pathetic. Here's what I took away from it, wheelchair brain. Point one."
Deciding that Donzig’s comprehension might be enhanced by visual aids, Riot lifts a finger to indicate “one.”
"You're going to win because you, quote-unquote 'beat ass.' What you do in your spare time is frankly none of my concern, but I really don't see how that's going to help. Two."
Another finger comes up.
"I should be fearful of your skills as a strategist because you can play chess. Or, as it seems, you can't play chess. See, I don't know how this escaped your attention, but you were playing against yourself, and you still didn't know what to do with the knight. Sorry, Donny, but if you're not sure how to outwit yourself at chess, I'm not going to waste my time worrying about whether or not we've walked into a Donzig masterplan. Three."
He looks down at his fingers this time as he holds three of them up. We get the impression that this is the point that’s been bothering him the most.
"Point three is you may or may not have called someone else other than Timeless and Steve Awesome. That comes back to what I said at the start. You don't believe you can win this. You know the three of you have nothing on us. If you've already had to call in a fourth because you have zero confidence in your teammates, that says everything about where your mindset is. Call whoever you like, wheelchair brain. Show the whole world you can't get the job done on your own. I'd love you to. I'm begging you to. You know what, though? I'm not surprised. I think you've already realised what you've done. What you've gotten yourself involved in."
There's the strangest of expressions on Riot's face now. If you didn't know better, you'd say it was almost sympathetic.
"You know that Awesome is only in this thing because he wants to get his hands on Frank Windsor. Frank and Steve - they're like Billy Paul and Mrs Jones. They've got a thing going on. They're going to go at each other like two caged dogs the moment the bell rings, and to Hell with the rest of us. That leaves Billy and me against you and Timeless. And yes, Sir Cringealot, I heard what you said. You wrestled a crocodile. Well done. You do realise that world-class pro wrestlers don't pull that kind of mud show shit, right? You do know that wrestling a croc makes you a freakshow guy, not a main event guy? I'm sure you do. I just want to make sure we're on the same page. Now, I've spoken to Fowler, and Fowler's going to do me a solid. Fowler's going to take care of you, Timeless. Put them aside, and that leaves two people, Donny. You and me."
The sympathetic expression has gone. It’s been replaced by a malevolent sneer.
"So, then. You come try to beat my ass. You come try to maul me or shorten my career. Be a savage. Be all the things you say you are. Steeped in blood, criminally violent, dangerous as Hell, and all the rest. Be whatever you want to be. You're still going to lose, and the simple reason is this. Donzig is not as good as Rob Riot. In the ring, on the microphone, on a tale of the tape, or on any other measure you want to use, I am a better wrestler than you and a better fighter than you. You already told us all the reasons that you're going to lose…."
Riot winks.
“...all I’m going to do is prove you right.”
The words are Donzig's, but they're spoken by Rob Riot, and they're spoken in a mocking tone. Riot isn't sat beneath a naked lightbulb in his promo room today. He's sat on the back porch of his English countryside manor, wearing his tweed and corduroy, tilted back in a rocking chair. Rain lashes down around the edges of the porch. Storm Eunice is lashing Great Britain. Rob Riot doesn't care. He's not looking at the weather. He's looking at a large, leather-bound book in his hands, which he holds up so the camera can see the cover.
There’s a picture of The Empire on the front of the book along with the title “Reasons we’re going to lose, by Donzig.” It’s all tastefully embossed into the leather. With a snort of derision, the Riot Star glances into the camera and shakes his head before he continues to read aloud.
“If Frank was in trouble, you would risk a win to save him. Rob, we never would.” “We’re not a brotherhood. We’re not friends.” “I have a mind of metal and wheels.”
Riot snaps the book shut and tosses it aside, leaving it to bounce across the porch and quickly become soaked by the rain. He clasps his hands together and leans the rocking chair forward.
“What’s the point of me being here, Donzig, if you’re going to do my job for me? We’ve got a fight to sell. At least try to make the fans believe you stand a chance. We both know the Empire is the worst fucking team in the pro wrestling business, but you’re not supposed to tell them….”
When he says "them," he points off-screen as if indicating an unseen audience.
"...that. You lack friendship. You lack brotherhood. You wouldn't risk a damn thing for each other because you don't even get along. Great, so when I've filleted you, and I'm thinking it might be time to wrap things up and pin you, Steve Absent and Dickless are going to stand around doing nothing about it? Fantastic. Thanks for the tip. As for having "a mind of metal and wheels?" Why not just go the whole hog and tell me that your brain is in a wheelchair? Seriously, you just used up a valuable chunk of TV time telling me why you and your boys are going to lose. I don't know what kind of vibe you were going for, Donny, but it was sad. It was pathetic. Here's what I took away from it, wheelchair brain. Point one."
Deciding that Donzig’s comprehension might be enhanced by visual aids, Riot lifts a finger to indicate “one.”
"You're going to win because you, quote-unquote 'beat ass.' What you do in your spare time is frankly none of my concern, but I really don't see how that's going to help. Two."
Another finger comes up.
"I should be fearful of your skills as a strategist because you can play chess. Or, as it seems, you can't play chess. See, I don't know how this escaped your attention, but you were playing against yourself, and you still didn't know what to do with the knight. Sorry, Donny, but if you're not sure how to outwit yourself at chess, I'm not going to waste my time worrying about whether or not we've walked into a Donzig masterplan. Three."
He looks down at his fingers this time as he holds three of them up. We get the impression that this is the point that’s been bothering him the most.
"Point three is you may or may not have called someone else other than Timeless and Steve Awesome. That comes back to what I said at the start. You don't believe you can win this. You know the three of you have nothing on us. If you've already had to call in a fourth because you have zero confidence in your teammates, that says everything about where your mindset is. Call whoever you like, wheelchair brain. Show the whole world you can't get the job done on your own. I'd love you to. I'm begging you to. You know what, though? I'm not surprised. I think you've already realised what you've done. What you've gotten yourself involved in."
There's the strangest of expressions on Riot's face now. If you didn't know better, you'd say it was almost sympathetic.
"You know that Awesome is only in this thing because he wants to get his hands on Frank Windsor. Frank and Steve - they're like Billy Paul and Mrs Jones. They've got a thing going on. They're going to go at each other like two caged dogs the moment the bell rings, and to Hell with the rest of us. That leaves Billy and me against you and Timeless. And yes, Sir Cringealot, I heard what you said. You wrestled a crocodile. Well done. You do realise that world-class pro wrestlers don't pull that kind of mud show shit, right? You do know that wrestling a croc makes you a freakshow guy, not a main event guy? I'm sure you do. I just want to make sure we're on the same page. Now, I've spoken to Fowler, and Fowler's going to do me a solid. Fowler's going to take care of you, Timeless. Put them aside, and that leaves two people, Donny. You and me."
The sympathetic expression has gone. It’s been replaced by a malevolent sneer.
"So, then. You come try to beat my ass. You come try to maul me or shorten my career. Be a savage. Be all the things you say you are. Steeped in blood, criminally violent, dangerous as Hell, and all the rest. Be whatever you want to be. You're still going to lose, and the simple reason is this. Donzig is not as good as Rob Riot. In the ring, on the microphone, on a tale of the tape, or on any other measure you want to use, I am a better wrestler than you and a better fighter than you. You already told us all the reasons that you're going to lose…."
Riot winks.
“...all I’m going to do is prove you right.”
