Post by Donzig on Sept 30, 2021 22:29:05 GMT -5
'Steve Awesome.'
Donzig hissed, and light flared as he struck a match. Smoke swirled as flames danced before Donzig lit a candle, and the flickering flames revealed his grizzled features. His cold dark eyes narrowed, and he flung the match aside as he tapped his fingers against the worn wood of the table before him. He sneered, and slowly leaned back so he was barely bathed in the light as a hand lifted.
'It's just the two of us now, Steve. No more distractions, no more nonsense.'
Donzig nodded to himself, fingers smoothing his wild beard as he leaned forward again into the light.
'No more EVK, and her whores. No more of her honey traps and innuendo. No more temptations to keep you away from me, Steve.'
Donzig licked his lips, wiping his hand across his mouth before he waved his hand again. Slowly leaning back into the darkness, the light hiding him as he continued with a snort of laughter.
'No more D, no more Enigma.' A grunt. 'No more friendly rival trying to save you from sticking your--'
A hiss, and Donzig mused for a moment before he flicked a hand.
'--hand into the flames. You see Steve, I don't care if you stick your hand into the flames. I don't care if you burn yourself. All I care about is what you have around your waist, what you stole from me! What you took from the Scourge!'
Donzig scowled, and he leaned downward to drag another title from under the table. He held it up, candlelight gleaming on the surface of the golden title before he drops it to the table. He drags it over, sitting it up so everyone could see that it was the SWAT TV title. Donzig taps a finger against it, and he tilted his head to glare at the camera.
'My belt is lonely, Steve. You stole from me, because of your little frenemy D? You took my NPW Openweight Title, and I am going to teach you what you should have already learned. That no one steals from the King of the North, that no one steals from the Scourge! And I want my Openweight Title, Steve.'
Donzig's hand slams down as the belt falls to the table, the belt and the candle jump under the blow. And Donzig growls, eyes narrowed as he jabs a finger at the camera as he rakes his hand across the belt to drag it closer to him. He leaned forward, snarling as he shakes his head before he takes a deep breath.
'So now that we are clear about what I want, Steve? I am going to take it, no more little games with EVK. No more D to fucking save you. This is my time now, Steve! You understand that? Now I am just as guilty as you, I was very distracted by my little blood feud with D. I was very distracted by my little games with that fucking piece of shit Bear-o-dactyl.'
Donzig scowled, he leaned back again. His hand lifting to rake his fingers through his beard, thinking for a long moment before he let his fingers tap against the gold surface of the belt. He shrugged, a hand waving before he continued with a sneer.
'Those days are gone, washed away by the will of the Void, the tide of Oblivion has erased them. And now we are alone Steve Awesome, we stand alone in the darkness of a new world. We stand in the dawn glow of this new age, and will reign as Gods! But you don't care about any of that do you? Do you? No, no, no! All you care about is your next B movie, or your next piece of ass! Because that is who you are Steve!'
Donzig fumed, and his hand slammed down again before he took a deep breath. He tilted his head back, sighing before he shook his head. He spoke again calmly, hand sweeping down his beard as he thought for a long moment. He lifted a hand, waving his fingers as he whispered once more.
'I am trying to be patient you with Steve, I am trying to not hurt you. But my patience has limits, I have seen the future of CWA.' Donzig hissed, and he wiped his hand across his mouth again before his hand dropped to arm of his chair. 'It will be mine, I will reign over it as a God, Steve. I am the future now, do you understand? Inevitable. And I am going to have what is mine, what your little cockblocking friend stole from me! There will be no more distractions, no more fucking games, just me and you! Just the two of us, Steve! And if I can't beat you? If I can't earn what is mine?'
Donzig reached into his jacket, and he produced a piece of folded up paper. He waved it, sneering at the camera before he leaned back again into the darkness. The paper soon disappearing into his coat again as he laughs.
'I will do it the easy way. Because we have decided Steve, that the world is not big enough! The CWA World Title is not enough! The SWAT TV Title is not enough!' Donzig leaned forward again, and he wagged a finger as he smirked. 'It is time the NPW Triple Crown was made anew, and that is the first step on my path is godhood! And so Steve Awesome? You are in the way.'
Donzig scowled, and he reached into the darkness again before he held up his mask. The light gleamed across the steel before he slowly dragged the mask down over his face, his head tilting before he reached for the candle. His fingers crushed the wick, and smoke swirled as the light died before the sound of the chair being shoved away echoed through the darkness.
'See you soon, Steve. Real soon.'
Donzig hissed, and light flared as he struck a match. Smoke swirled as flames danced before Donzig lit a candle, and the flickering flames revealed his grizzled features. His cold dark eyes narrowed, and he flung the match aside as he tapped his fingers against the worn wood of the table before him. He sneered, and slowly leaned back so he was barely bathed in the light as a hand lifted.
'It's just the two of us now, Steve. No more distractions, no more nonsense.'
Donzig nodded to himself, fingers smoothing his wild beard as he leaned forward again into the light.
'No more EVK, and her whores. No more of her honey traps and innuendo. No more temptations to keep you away from me, Steve.'
Donzig licked his lips, wiping his hand across his mouth before he waved his hand again. Slowly leaning back into the darkness, the light hiding him as he continued with a snort of laughter.
'No more D, no more Enigma.' A grunt. 'No more friendly rival trying to save you from sticking your--'
A hiss, and Donzig mused for a moment before he flicked a hand.
'--hand into the flames. You see Steve, I don't care if you stick your hand into the flames. I don't care if you burn yourself. All I care about is what you have around your waist, what you stole from me! What you took from the Scourge!'
Donzig scowled, and he leaned downward to drag another title from under the table. He held it up, candlelight gleaming on the surface of the golden title before he drops it to the table. He drags it over, sitting it up so everyone could see that it was the SWAT TV title. Donzig taps a finger against it, and he tilted his head to glare at the camera.
'My belt is lonely, Steve. You stole from me, because of your little frenemy D? You took my NPW Openweight Title, and I am going to teach you what you should have already learned. That no one steals from the King of the North, that no one steals from the Scourge! And I want my Openweight Title, Steve.'
Donzig's hand slams down as the belt falls to the table, the belt and the candle jump under the blow. And Donzig growls, eyes narrowed as he jabs a finger at the camera as he rakes his hand across the belt to drag it closer to him. He leaned forward, snarling as he shakes his head before he takes a deep breath.
'So now that we are clear about what I want, Steve? I am going to take it, no more little games with EVK. No more D to fucking save you. This is my time now, Steve! You understand that? Now I am just as guilty as you, I was very distracted by my little blood feud with D. I was very distracted by my little games with that fucking piece of shit Bear-o-dactyl.'
Donzig scowled, he leaned back again. His hand lifting to rake his fingers through his beard, thinking for a long moment before he let his fingers tap against the gold surface of the belt. He shrugged, a hand waving before he continued with a sneer.
'Those days are gone, washed away by the will of the Void, the tide of Oblivion has erased them. And now we are alone Steve Awesome, we stand alone in the darkness of a new world. We stand in the dawn glow of this new age, and will reign as Gods! But you don't care about any of that do you? Do you? No, no, no! All you care about is your next B movie, or your next piece of ass! Because that is who you are Steve!'
Donzig fumed, and his hand slammed down again before he took a deep breath. He tilted his head back, sighing before he shook his head. He spoke again calmly, hand sweeping down his beard as he thought for a long moment. He lifted a hand, waving his fingers as he whispered once more.
'I am trying to be patient you with Steve, I am trying to not hurt you. But my patience has limits, I have seen the future of CWA.' Donzig hissed, and he wiped his hand across his mouth again before his hand dropped to arm of his chair. 'It will be mine, I will reign over it as a God, Steve. I am the future now, do you understand? Inevitable. And I am going to have what is mine, what your little cockblocking friend stole from me! There will be no more distractions, no more fucking games, just me and you! Just the two of us, Steve! And if I can't beat you? If I can't earn what is mine?'
Donzig reached into his jacket, and he produced a piece of folded up paper. He waved it, sneering at the camera before he leaned back again into the darkness. The paper soon disappearing into his coat again as he laughs.
'I will do it the easy way. Because we have decided Steve, that the world is not big enough! The CWA World Title is not enough! The SWAT TV Title is not enough!' Donzig leaned forward again, and he wagged a finger as he smirked. 'It is time the NPW Triple Crown was made anew, and that is the first step on my path is godhood! And so Steve Awesome? You are in the way.'
Donzig scowled, and he reached into the darkness again before he held up his mask. The light gleamed across the steel before he slowly dragged the mask down over his face, his head tilting before he reached for the candle. His fingers crushed the wick, and smoke swirled as the light died before the sound of the chair being shoved away echoed through the darkness.
'See you soon, Steve. Real soon.'
