Post by Donzig on Oct 17, 2021 20:41:51 GMT -5
Donzig sat on his old carved wooden throne, and he leaned forward with a hiss before a hand lifted to push back his hood. His angry features were exposed along with those cold merciless eyes, and he gave a faint laugh before he spoke. 'You want the Truth, Koala? You want to hear some truth? Okay, the truth is? I sent the KGB Death Squad out there to ruin your match with the Bastards. I sent them out there to distract and attack you, because I could. Because it amused me, and then? I fucking sat here and lied about it, and do you know why? Why I would tell such an obvious lie?'
Donzig smiled, and he leaned back in the chair with a wave of his hand. A dismissive flick of his fingers, and he tilted his head before he continued with an amused tone to that raspy growl. 'Because that is how little I think of you, the rest of NPW, and the fucking fans sitting at home. I don't give a fuck if you believe it was me or not, I don't care if you know it was me, or not me. I didn't think I would have to explain that today, but here we are. Me explaining things to a simpleton, I guess. You wanted my attention, Koala? You wanted me to see you? Oh, I am going to see you at NPW rest assured. But you just like those two buffoons from SWAT who thought they wanted my attention, who thought they could defeat the Scourge?'
Donzig frowned.
'No, no, no. Wrong. Because I am going to rip you apart Koala, I am going to turn the ring into an abattoir. And that includes your partners--' Donzig paused, and he lifted a hand to smooth his beard before his hand drops again with a shrug. His eyes narrow, and he continues. '--Rob Riot, who I have not forgotten. And of course, Jay 'What has he done lately' Stevens. Because the truth? Truth is, the three of you? You aren't going to stop--'
Donzig took a deep breath before he snarled. 'The most dangerous two-fifths of Revzig. And of course the Pretender to my rightful title, Steve Awesome. Now I can only hope that without some painted whores to chase that Steve will get his head in the fucking game. Because according to my math? There are at least five--' Donzig absnetly held up five fingers, before dropping them one by one before he shrugged. '--five men in this match who want what Steve has. But of course, only one of them has this.'
Donzig gestured grandly, and Sinclair Godfrey stepped from the shadows to display the championship contract that Donzig had won inside of a frame. Donzig pointed at it, and then smiled as he leaned back again as Sinclair walked off with the contract. 'Isn't she a beauty? I mean everything a man could want.'
Sinclair paused at that, turning to give Donzig a little smile. And he glowered at her, frowning slightly before he waved his fingers at her before she turned to go again. Donzig grumbled, shrugging as he leaned forward. His elbows settled on the arms of his chair as he tilted his head. 'I honestly don't know what gets into that girl sometimes. But you see? As far as I am concerned? Getting to work with my dear friend, the Great White Terror, getting to beat down Rob Riot, and getting to smack around Jay Stevens? That is all just a bonus to the chance to shut you up, Koala.'
Donzig smiled, and he gave a hiss as he seemed to think it over. 'I don't think you understand exactly who or what I am, who or what you are playing with. The truth is that you should crawl back to the Land Down Under and hope I forget you exist. That I decide hunting you down and taking out my annoyance on you is too much effort. Or that watching you crawl from the ring at NPW is enough to sastify me! Because you have led your merry little band of Fuzzles into a war you can not win, you will be consumed by the darkness yet. Death? Death will be no escape for you, Koala.'
Donzig smiled wickedly, and he reclined in the chair once more with a wave of his hand. 'I know these truths are alot to bear, but the facts are? And since you're feeling musical? Keith, the Pretender, and I? We're Rush. And you three? You're Blink 182.'
Donzig smiled, and he leaned back in the chair with a wave of his hand. A dismissive flick of his fingers, and he tilted his head before he continued with an amused tone to that raspy growl. 'Because that is how little I think of you, the rest of NPW, and the fucking fans sitting at home. I don't give a fuck if you believe it was me or not, I don't care if you know it was me, or not me. I didn't think I would have to explain that today, but here we are. Me explaining things to a simpleton, I guess. You wanted my attention, Koala? You wanted me to see you? Oh, I am going to see you at NPW rest assured. But you just like those two buffoons from SWAT who thought they wanted my attention, who thought they could defeat the Scourge?'
Donzig frowned.
'No, no, no. Wrong. Because I am going to rip you apart Koala, I am going to turn the ring into an abattoir. And that includes your partners--' Donzig paused, and he lifted a hand to smooth his beard before his hand drops again with a shrug. His eyes narrow, and he continues. '--Rob Riot, who I have not forgotten. And of course, Jay 'What has he done lately' Stevens. Because the truth? Truth is, the three of you? You aren't going to stop--'
Donzig took a deep breath before he snarled. 'The most dangerous two-fifths of Revzig. And of course the Pretender to my rightful title, Steve Awesome. Now I can only hope that without some painted whores to chase that Steve will get his head in the fucking game. Because according to my math? There are at least five--' Donzig absnetly held up five fingers, before dropping them one by one before he shrugged. '--five men in this match who want what Steve has. But of course, only one of them has this.'
Donzig gestured grandly, and Sinclair Godfrey stepped from the shadows to display the championship contract that Donzig had won inside of a frame. Donzig pointed at it, and then smiled as he leaned back again as Sinclair walked off with the contract. 'Isn't she a beauty? I mean everything a man could want.'
Sinclair paused at that, turning to give Donzig a little smile. And he glowered at her, frowning slightly before he waved his fingers at her before she turned to go again. Donzig grumbled, shrugging as he leaned forward. His elbows settled on the arms of his chair as he tilted his head. 'I honestly don't know what gets into that girl sometimes. But you see? As far as I am concerned? Getting to work with my dear friend, the Great White Terror, getting to beat down Rob Riot, and getting to smack around Jay Stevens? That is all just a bonus to the chance to shut you up, Koala.'
Donzig smiled, and he gave a hiss as he seemed to think it over. 'I don't think you understand exactly who or what I am, who or what you are playing with. The truth is that you should crawl back to the Land Down Under and hope I forget you exist. That I decide hunting you down and taking out my annoyance on you is too much effort. Or that watching you crawl from the ring at NPW is enough to sastify me! Because you have led your merry little band of Fuzzles into a war you can not win, you will be consumed by the darkness yet. Death? Death will be no escape for you, Koala.'
Donzig smiled wickedly, and he reclined in the chair once more with a wave of his hand. 'I know these truths are alot to bear, but the facts are? And since you're feeling musical? Keith, the Pretender, and I? We're Rush. And you three? You're Blink 182.'
