Post by Donzig on Mar 4, 2022 12:00:01 GMT -5
'At the Fight without Honor, I reached out my hand and I exposed the lie that is the Bastards.' growled Donzig's voice from the darkness, and something rustled in the empty black. And then the voice hissed again, and there came a snort of laughter before he continued. 'I showed all of the NPW, all of the CWA, everyone from Australia, to Japan, to fucking Canada that the Bastards are what I always said they were--'
Donzig stepped into the faint moonlight, which washed over his mask as he looked towards it. A hand lifted, and it curled into a fist as he lowered his head to glare at the camera from beneath his hood. Shoulders shrugged, and he shook his head.
'Weak. Degenerate. Foolish. Unfit to hold those titles they so love.'
A hiss, and Donzig walked forward to disappear in darkness again. The sound of him echoed in the darkness, debris scattering around him as he paced slowly. The building seemed to be an empty factory of some sort, the empty assembly lines and forgotten machines covered in rust and the dust of ages. And he lifted a hand as the moonlight bathed over him again.
'You see, say what you will? I am a man who knows his weaknesses, his flaws--' A pause, and a sniff. '--his little foibles, and I? Like I said? Have a mind of metal and gears, I scheme, I plot, and I am arrogant. I suffer from hubris, and so I told the Bastards! I told the entire NPW what I was doing, do you fucking get that? I tipped my goddamned hand, and not one person! NOT ONE PERSON IN NPW! Could stop me! I walked the Bastards into a fucking trap, and then I fed them to my fucking Empire! And I left the so called 'best' and I use the term 'best' loosely in NPW laying broken in the ring!'
The voice growled from the darkness again, and then rose in a snarl that echoed in the darkness.
'And I would have finished them and there if it wasn't for a certain Pollyanna in a fucking dinosaur mask leading a crew of rabble into my business!'
A deep breath, Donzig stepped into another puddle of hazy moonlight. And he lifted a hand to press a finger against the mouth of his mask, drumming his knuckle against it as he clearly took another deep breath. Then he shrugged, and he started to pace again with a shake of his head.
'You people do realize that the Bastards aren't your friends don't you? You know that Jesse Jamester, the Canadian Nightmare, the Murder Lizard? He isn't your friend either. You see what these people do? Is fucking lie to you, they are liars! You think they give a fuck about any of you? No, no, no. You should be cheering for us, you should be supporting us, you should be helping us STOMP THEIR FUCKING GUTS OUT!' Donzig's voice rose to a shriek, screaming as he flung a piece of rust pitted pipe was flung away into the darkness. It clanged and bounced through the darkness, and cracked off something else as Donzig stared after it before a hand lifted as he turned again.
'You think they wouldn't walk across your fucking carcass for a crumb of bread? For some scrapes from Gus Arnold's table? To protect their precious gold and titles from the likes of you? No, no, no! They want to feed you to us, they want us to soften you up, to keep you weak for them! I see what they are doing! Because and this is key, I have done this same fucking ploy!'
Donzig shrugged, disappearing again.
'I don't care about your precious tag team titles, Bastards. I don't care about that gold you walk around here with, acting like it proves something. You think it means that you're better? You're the best? Is that it? Steve and I? We are coming for those belts, boys.' A shrug, and Donzig walked through the beams of moonlight coming through the dirty broken windows of the factory. His long leather coat snapping and curling behind him. 'I don't know how Steve feels about it, but those belts mean nothing to me. I already know what I am, I already know what I am capable of, I already know that Steve Awesome and I? Together? Well, let's just say that we are capable of anything, we will do anything, and we don't care much at all for the pair of you.'
Donzig lifted a hand, and he slowly dragged off his mask. He stared down at it, his fingers brushing across the cool steel before he tucked it inside of that coat. A sniff, and his fingers raked through his tangled beard. A hand waving, and he spat before he scowled. 'The reason I want those belts? Is it because it will hurt you, it will cause you pain, and I want to hurt you. I want to see the fucking loss in your eyes, Frank. I want to see the look in your eyes, Fowler when you realize that I bet your useless overgrown ass! I want to see the panic in the eyes of your boy, Rob when he realizes that this is just the first tugboat in the armor of the Bastards! Because I am Death in High Places! And I will not stop, I will never stop, until I take everything! Everything! From you! Until I send you down into the dirt, do you understand that!'
A pause, and Donzig's hand moved to smooth his beard as he scowled. He stared into the darkness, watching the shadows before he turned again. His fingers sliding across the rust pitted machines, and he glanced up again. His eyes narowed, and he snarled. 'And of course, it will hurt Gus Arnold to see me with his fucking tag team belts! Won't it, Gus? See you soon.'
Donzig stepped into the faint moonlight, which washed over his mask as he looked towards it. A hand lifted, and it curled into a fist as he lowered his head to glare at the camera from beneath his hood. Shoulders shrugged, and he shook his head.
'Weak. Degenerate. Foolish. Unfit to hold those titles they so love.'
A hiss, and Donzig walked forward to disappear in darkness again. The sound of him echoed in the darkness, debris scattering around him as he paced slowly. The building seemed to be an empty factory of some sort, the empty assembly lines and forgotten machines covered in rust and the dust of ages. And he lifted a hand as the moonlight bathed over him again.
'You see, say what you will? I am a man who knows his weaknesses, his flaws--' A pause, and a sniff. '--his little foibles, and I? Like I said? Have a mind of metal and gears, I scheme, I plot, and I am arrogant. I suffer from hubris, and so I told the Bastards! I told the entire NPW what I was doing, do you fucking get that? I tipped my goddamned hand, and not one person! NOT ONE PERSON IN NPW! Could stop me! I walked the Bastards into a fucking trap, and then I fed them to my fucking Empire! And I left the so called 'best' and I use the term 'best' loosely in NPW laying broken in the ring!'
The voice growled from the darkness again, and then rose in a snarl that echoed in the darkness.
'And I would have finished them and there if it wasn't for a certain Pollyanna in a fucking dinosaur mask leading a crew of rabble into my business!'
A deep breath, Donzig stepped into another puddle of hazy moonlight. And he lifted a hand to press a finger against the mouth of his mask, drumming his knuckle against it as he clearly took another deep breath. Then he shrugged, and he started to pace again with a shake of his head.
'You people do realize that the Bastards aren't your friends don't you? You know that Jesse Jamester, the Canadian Nightmare, the Murder Lizard? He isn't your friend either. You see what these people do? Is fucking lie to you, they are liars! You think they give a fuck about any of you? No, no, no. You should be cheering for us, you should be supporting us, you should be helping us STOMP THEIR FUCKING GUTS OUT!' Donzig's voice rose to a shriek, screaming as he flung a piece of rust pitted pipe was flung away into the darkness. It clanged and bounced through the darkness, and cracked off something else as Donzig stared after it before a hand lifted as he turned again.
'You think they wouldn't walk across your fucking carcass for a crumb of bread? For some scrapes from Gus Arnold's table? To protect their precious gold and titles from the likes of you? No, no, no! They want to feed you to us, they want us to soften you up, to keep you weak for them! I see what they are doing! Because and this is key, I have done this same fucking ploy!'
Donzig shrugged, disappearing again.
'I don't care about your precious tag team titles, Bastards. I don't care about that gold you walk around here with, acting like it proves something. You think it means that you're better? You're the best? Is that it? Steve and I? We are coming for those belts, boys.' A shrug, and Donzig walked through the beams of moonlight coming through the dirty broken windows of the factory. His long leather coat snapping and curling behind him. 'I don't know how Steve feels about it, but those belts mean nothing to me. I already know what I am, I already know what I am capable of, I already know that Steve Awesome and I? Together? Well, let's just say that we are capable of anything, we will do anything, and we don't care much at all for the pair of you.'
Donzig lifted a hand, and he slowly dragged off his mask. He stared down at it, his fingers brushing across the cool steel before he tucked it inside of that coat. A sniff, and his fingers raked through his tangled beard. A hand waving, and he spat before he scowled. 'The reason I want those belts? Is it because it will hurt you, it will cause you pain, and I want to hurt you. I want to see the fucking loss in your eyes, Frank. I want to see the look in your eyes, Fowler when you realize that I bet your useless overgrown ass! I want to see the panic in the eyes of your boy, Rob when he realizes that this is just the first tugboat in the armor of the Bastards! Because I am Death in High Places! And I will not stop, I will never stop, until I take everything! Everything! From you! Until I send you down into the dirt, do you understand that!'
A pause, and Donzig's hand moved to smooth his beard as he scowled. He stared into the darkness, watching the shadows before he turned again. His fingers sliding across the rust pitted machines, and he glanced up again. His eyes narowed, and he snarled. 'And of course, it will hurt Gus Arnold to see me with his fucking tag team belts! Won't it, Gus? See you soon.'
