Post by Donzig on Sept 22, 2021 22:38:54 GMT -5
Lights flare in the darkness, flames flickering in black and white before that match is used to light a candle. That light revealing Donzig reclining in an ornately carved wooden chair this time, the worn and faded gold leaf gleaming on the animals and figures depicted on it's arms. The SWAT TV title was draped across his stomach, and he said nothing for a long moment. Sinclair Godfrey stood at his side, her hand resting on the back of the chair before finally Donzig leaned forward. He shrugged his shoulders, a hand waving as he spoke. 'Kid Koala, I accept your apology. I understand that you and your--'
Donzig paused, then nodded. '--flunkies inconvenienced me. But all things considered, I am willing to overlook your impudence.'
Sinclair blinked, and tilted her head to stare at him. Then she shook her head, licking her lips before she leaned down over the chair. Her voice a low whisper, and Donzig turned his head to stare at her. His hands moving to tighten on the arms of the chair, and as she drew back once more. Donzig turned back to the camera, and hissed in a low whisper.
'Our revels now have ended.'
His fist crashed down on the arm of the chair, and he snapped angrily.
'You mock us? You mock our holy purpose? Don't you understand, Koala?' Donzig shook his head, and then he lifted his hand slowly. It slid across his mask, and fingers tightened as they slid into his eyes. He pulled the mask off, and his grim features were exposed as he handed the mask off to Sinclair. His fingers raked through his wild beard, and he shrugged as he continued. 'I am Death in High Places, I am the Lord of Chaos, I serve the Great Dark. And you and your little crew of pouch-bred creatures? Well, you have no place in the Future that I am the Herald of.'
Donzig flexed his fingers, staring at them absently before he licked his lips.
'I am the Scourge, and you are an aberration! You are a speck on the face of eternity. And maybe? Just maybe? Some lesser person, some sad little creature, like perhaps a Steve Awesome? Or some dinosaurs? Or some grown ass man who thinks he is a fucking bear? Would be terrified of your schtick!' Donzig snorted, and he leaned closer. 'But I am not. I am the Herald of Oblivion, I am the Chosen of the Void, eh? And your words to me are just sweet whispers of a good time to be had!'
Donzig reached downward, and he lifted the SWAT TV title to display it to the camera. He rapped his knuckles against it, then laid it over his shoulder before he flashed his wicked smile. Adjusting it again before he leaned back, fingers flicking. 'You see this, Koala? This is the SWAT TV Title, one of the richest prizes in CWA! This title I won by defeating Double O in the center of the ring, you see I did what every other piece of fucking offal in two companies couldn't do! I got a win over the Revenants! And what did you and your Zoobilee Zoo rejects do?'
Donzig paused, and glanced at Sinclair who hid a smirk behind her hand.
'Oh, that's right. You fucking lost.' Donzig reached inside of his battered leather jacket, and produced a folded up piece of paper. He slapped it against his palm, holding it up as he leaned forward. 'This is a fucking contract for a title match of my choosing. You see I am the inevitable, and you're fucking high on eucalyptus leaves! But you know what, Koala? I don't need this contract for a match with you do I? No, no, no. You? You I can just walk back to the back, look at Gus Arnold and say--'
A pause, and then Donzig screamed.
'Give me the fucking Koala, and his entire piece of shit fucking crew! All four of them! One, two, three, and motherfucking four!'
A deep breath, and Donzig lifted a hand to wipe across his mouth before dragging through his beard. He glanced at Sinclair who said nothing, before he shrugged and continued in his normal low growl.
'You speak of rebirth? Koala, hear me, listen to my words. Great Donzig is the first of the servants of the Great Dark, he is the first of the Children of the Fall, the Harbinger of Death, the Hand of the Endless Hunger. He doesn't long for a rebirth, because he doesn't need one. Only the imperfect need rebirth so they may reach perfection. You ask me to die with you?'
Donzig laughed, a cold mechanical sound that was more of a rasp as he lifted his hand to spread his fingers towards the camera exposing his empty palm.
'We are all already dead. This is what comes after, Koala. You ask to give me relevance? I don't need it. But what I will grant you? Is the sweet caress of oblivion.'
He settled back once more, and he reached up to lift the belt from his shoulder to return it to his lap. And he smiled once more, reclining before he waved a hand before he sneered. Sinclair leaned forward, the candle in her hand before Donzig lifted his fingers to crush the wick as the room plunged into darkness once more.
Donzig paused, then nodded. '--flunkies inconvenienced me. But all things considered, I am willing to overlook your impudence.'
Sinclair blinked, and tilted her head to stare at him. Then she shook her head, licking her lips before she leaned down over the chair. Her voice a low whisper, and Donzig turned his head to stare at her. His hands moving to tighten on the arms of the chair, and as she drew back once more. Donzig turned back to the camera, and hissed in a low whisper.
'Our revels now have ended.'
His fist crashed down on the arm of the chair, and he snapped angrily.
'You mock us? You mock our holy purpose? Don't you understand, Koala?' Donzig shook his head, and then he lifted his hand slowly. It slid across his mask, and fingers tightened as they slid into his eyes. He pulled the mask off, and his grim features were exposed as he handed the mask off to Sinclair. His fingers raked through his wild beard, and he shrugged as he continued. 'I am Death in High Places, I am the Lord of Chaos, I serve the Great Dark. And you and your little crew of pouch-bred creatures? Well, you have no place in the Future that I am the Herald of.'
Donzig flexed his fingers, staring at them absently before he licked his lips.
'I am the Scourge, and you are an aberration! You are a speck on the face of eternity. And maybe? Just maybe? Some lesser person, some sad little creature, like perhaps a Steve Awesome? Or some dinosaurs? Or some grown ass man who thinks he is a fucking bear? Would be terrified of your schtick!' Donzig snorted, and he leaned closer. 'But I am not. I am the Herald of Oblivion, I am the Chosen of the Void, eh? And your words to me are just sweet whispers of a good time to be had!'
Donzig reached downward, and he lifted the SWAT TV title to display it to the camera. He rapped his knuckles against it, then laid it over his shoulder before he flashed his wicked smile. Adjusting it again before he leaned back, fingers flicking. 'You see this, Koala? This is the SWAT TV Title, one of the richest prizes in CWA! This title I won by defeating Double O in the center of the ring, you see I did what every other piece of fucking offal in two companies couldn't do! I got a win over the Revenants! And what did you and your Zoobilee Zoo rejects do?'
Donzig paused, and glanced at Sinclair who hid a smirk behind her hand.
'Oh, that's right. You fucking lost.' Donzig reached inside of his battered leather jacket, and produced a folded up piece of paper. He slapped it against his palm, holding it up as he leaned forward. 'This is a fucking contract for a title match of my choosing. You see I am the inevitable, and you're fucking high on eucalyptus leaves! But you know what, Koala? I don't need this contract for a match with you do I? No, no, no. You? You I can just walk back to the back, look at Gus Arnold and say--'
A pause, and then Donzig screamed.
'Give me the fucking Koala, and his entire piece of shit fucking crew! All four of them! One, two, three, and motherfucking four!'
A deep breath, and Donzig lifted a hand to wipe across his mouth before dragging through his beard. He glanced at Sinclair who said nothing, before he shrugged and continued in his normal low growl.
'You speak of rebirth? Koala, hear me, listen to my words. Great Donzig is the first of the servants of the Great Dark, he is the first of the Children of the Fall, the Harbinger of Death, the Hand of the Endless Hunger. He doesn't long for a rebirth, because he doesn't need one. Only the imperfect need rebirth so they may reach perfection. You ask me to die with you?'
Donzig laughed, a cold mechanical sound that was more of a rasp as he lifted his hand to spread his fingers towards the camera exposing his empty palm.
'We are all already dead. This is what comes after, Koala. You ask to give me relevance? I don't need it. But what I will grant you? Is the sweet caress of oblivion.'
He settled back once more, and he reached up to lift the belt from his shoulder to return it to his lap. And he smiled once more, reclining before he waved a hand before he sneered. Sinclair leaned forward, the candle in her hand before Donzig lifted his fingers to crush the wick as the room plunged into darkness once more.
