Post by Donzig on May 6, 2021 1:11:54 GMT -5
'Our revels now have ended.' growled a voice from the darkness, a cold and empty voice. The voice was devoid of emotion, and then a match flared in the darkness framed now in black, white, and shades of grey. The match burned brightly, illuminating a gloved hand before it moved forward with a bright flare. And then a candle was lit, and the dim light displayed the stylized skull favored by Donzig beneath a hood. The match was shaken out, and flicked aside before he leaned back so the light barely lit his form. His hands rose, steepling under his chin as the empty eyes of the mask stared at the camera. 'The Tempest, Act 4, Scene 1.'
He took a deep breath, and the hooded head shook.
'The Dark Stars, eh? They fancy themselves gladiators? Aren't we all?' Donzig grunted, and he waved his gloved hand. 'The only place I feel alive is in that ring, the only time I feel my life has meaning is when I am basking in the violence they let me do inside of that ring! And you think this is about wins and losses? No, no, no. This is about so much more than that. And I am going to show you that it doesn't matter how good you think you are, or how much people like to watch you do what you do? No, these people will turn on you at the first sign of weakness, the first smell of blood! And they will cheer either way.'
Donzig grunted, and he nodded to himself as his fingers tapped against the chin of his mask again. Then they raked at the beard that emerged from under it, and he stared into the darkness before those shoulders shrugged. 'You are the premiere group? You're the best the NPW has to offer? I understand from my servant, Sinclair that you are in fact? Former champions, keyword being former. Good, good, I wouldn't have it any other way. I wouldn't want it any other way. I want the entire fucking company from the fat fuck in the cheap seats to Sam the Hot Dog vendor to the guys hiding back in catering to see exactly what the Carnival King and I do to you! I want them all to see it! I want them all to bear witness to it! So they all remember!'
Donzig's voice had risen to a scream, a shout from under that mask. But it still lacked any real emotion to it, and he fell silent again.
His chin fell into his hand as he stared at the candle, and smoke rose in a grey tangle before he spoke again. 'You talk about the Ultimate Darkness? You talk about the places you've been? And I am telling you that ultimate darkness is waiting for you inside of that ring! That the cold and empty places between the stars will seem like a paradise when you stand across from me in the ring, and you look into these eyes! And yeah, yeah. You have alot to say about being the heart and soul of NPW? Well, I have seen inside the hearts and souls of companies and people from all of this world, and they are all rotten. They are all empty. They are all darkness. And I don't fear the darkness. because I have seen the face of Oblivion!'
Donzig's hands rose, slowly rubbing together. Fingers and thumbs digging into them as they ground together and his masked face stared at the candle. He hissed, nodding his hoooded head before he snorted again. 'You want to know which of us is angrier? My anger won't let me rest, it won't let me go, and it won't let me ever forget. And every time you stand there in your lights and holograms and talk about Amazons? Or the Revenants? Or the Seven fucking Dwarves? Instead of the Scourge! Instead of Donzig! Instead of the Carnival King? I get angrier, I can taste it! I can taste the insult on my tongue! And it screams in the Void, and I am going to show it to you!'
He rose from the chair, flinging the heavy wooden wingback into the darkness as he started to pace back and forth. His coat snapping and flaring around making the candle's flame dance and flicker, and he waved a hand towards the camera as he growled from under the mask. 'You want to take my partner and send him back to Shaakar as a jester? I want to send you all back to Shaakar in pieces!'
A hand slammed down on the table, and Donzig leaned closer to the camera. 'Our Revels have ended!'
The candle was put out by a squeeze of those gloved fingers, and the cold voice purred from the now total darkness. 'But Our War? That is just getting started.'
He took a deep breath, and the hooded head shook.
'The Dark Stars, eh? They fancy themselves gladiators? Aren't we all?' Donzig grunted, and he waved his gloved hand. 'The only place I feel alive is in that ring, the only time I feel my life has meaning is when I am basking in the violence they let me do inside of that ring! And you think this is about wins and losses? No, no, no. This is about so much more than that. And I am going to show you that it doesn't matter how good you think you are, or how much people like to watch you do what you do? No, these people will turn on you at the first sign of weakness, the first smell of blood! And they will cheer either way.'
Donzig grunted, and he nodded to himself as his fingers tapped against the chin of his mask again. Then they raked at the beard that emerged from under it, and he stared into the darkness before those shoulders shrugged. 'You are the premiere group? You're the best the NPW has to offer? I understand from my servant, Sinclair that you are in fact? Former champions, keyword being former. Good, good, I wouldn't have it any other way. I wouldn't want it any other way. I want the entire fucking company from the fat fuck in the cheap seats to Sam the Hot Dog vendor to the guys hiding back in catering to see exactly what the Carnival King and I do to you! I want them all to see it! I want them all to bear witness to it! So they all remember!'
Donzig's voice had risen to a scream, a shout from under that mask. But it still lacked any real emotion to it, and he fell silent again.
His chin fell into his hand as he stared at the candle, and smoke rose in a grey tangle before he spoke again. 'You talk about the Ultimate Darkness? You talk about the places you've been? And I am telling you that ultimate darkness is waiting for you inside of that ring! That the cold and empty places between the stars will seem like a paradise when you stand across from me in the ring, and you look into these eyes! And yeah, yeah. You have alot to say about being the heart and soul of NPW? Well, I have seen inside the hearts and souls of companies and people from all of this world, and they are all rotten. They are all empty. They are all darkness. And I don't fear the darkness. because I have seen the face of Oblivion!'
Donzig's hands rose, slowly rubbing together. Fingers and thumbs digging into them as they ground together and his masked face stared at the candle. He hissed, nodding his hoooded head before he snorted again. 'You want to know which of us is angrier? My anger won't let me rest, it won't let me go, and it won't let me ever forget. And every time you stand there in your lights and holograms and talk about Amazons? Or the Revenants? Or the Seven fucking Dwarves? Instead of the Scourge! Instead of Donzig! Instead of the Carnival King? I get angrier, I can taste it! I can taste the insult on my tongue! And it screams in the Void, and I am going to show it to you!'
He rose from the chair, flinging the heavy wooden wingback into the darkness as he started to pace back and forth. His coat snapping and flaring around making the candle's flame dance and flicker, and he waved a hand towards the camera as he growled from under the mask. 'You want to take my partner and send him back to Shaakar as a jester? I want to send you all back to Shaakar in pieces!'
A hand slammed down on the table, and Donzig leaned closer to the camera. 'Our Revels have ended!'
The candle was put out by a squeeze of those gloved fingers, and the cold voice purred from the now total darkness. 'But Our War? That is just getting started.'
