Post by Donzig on May 18, 2021 13:28:19 GMT -5
Things can be heard hitting the floor and rolling away as the camera finally comes into focus on Sinclair Godfrey, who adjusts it before stepping aside to reveal Donzig lounging in a room filled with posters and wrestling memorabilia, he is lounging as always in an office chair leg draped over the arm of the chair as he stares at the man across from him in his mask. His fingers tapping impatiently against his knee, and the man looks around nervously.
He is slightly underweight with short dark hair, and he forces a smile as Sinclair settles behind him. Her eyes narrowed, and he glances back to Donzig. Then he adjusts the mic before him, and hits a few keys before shuffling the stack of paper before him. 'Hello, everyone! Welcome to the Summers Report, and here with us for the first time ever is the newest star of XHF, signed to SWAT and the NPW is Donzig! Donzig, why did you agree to come on this show after all this time?'
Donzig hissed, and he tapped the mic before him before he spoke. 'I find you, and your show shallow and pedantic. Yet I know that other stars listen to it, possibly because they value your work. So I will use your platform to deliver my message.'
'Ah, well I am happy to have you, I have always been a big fan.' Summers flashed a smile, and Donzig stared at him from behind his mask. Then he leaned closer, and he adjusted the mic to be closer. He shrugged his shoulders, and his head tilted.
'Donzig is an overrated wrestler, whose sole claim to fame is his ability to brawl between technical spots, and his skill in hardcore garbage matches. Is that being a big fan, Franklin?'
Sinclair shifted behind Frank, and he looked over his shoulder at her. She frowned, and Donzig said nothing. 'Ah, well, still! No one does hardcore matches like Donzig! Am I right?'
Donzig lifted his hands, forming air quotes. 'Donzig's match against the legendary Chris O'Neal is only memorable because he poured salt on him after breaking lighttubes on his back for an eternity, and the DDT-ed him on the ramp on a pile of broken glass and salt.'
'Ah, well. It wasn't your best match, though!' Summers offered, and Donzig grunted as he waved a hand absently. He reclined again, saying nothing before Summers shrugged.
'I find your star system to be useless and arbitrary, and have no idea why you think you understand ring psychology enough to judge it. So I take your opinion with a grain of salt, as it were.' Donzig purred from under the mask, and Summers frowned.
'That is your opinion. I gave a number of your matches 5 stars!' he offered, sounding testy.
'How many?' Donzig asked, and he tilted his masked head. Franklin shrugged nervously, looking away from that gaze.
'At least, 65-70%!'
Donzig's fingers curled into a fist, and he rose from the chair to loom over the desk at Summers. 'YOU DARE TO MOCK THE SCOURGE, MORTAL?'
Summers wilted, and he looked around in a near panic before he leaned back in his own chair. And he glanced back at Sinclair, before he held up his hands. 'You wrestle alot of squash matches, man. I mean I can only rate what is booked!'
Donzig sniffed, and settled back into his chair. 'Five star fucking squash matches. Ungrateful dog.'
'Sorry, so you took quite a time off before re-appearing in Albany before showing up in XHL. Where were you?' Summers asked.
Donzig sniffed before he replied. 'I spent several years in a near catatonic state in a very expensive medical facility, before I decided to retire from wrestling. I then went off the grid living as an artist and writer before I was drawn back to this--' Donzig flicked his hand, shrugging. '--business. After that I found myself drawn to travel the dark places of the world, regaining my former glory before returning to inflict havoc on wrestling.'
Summers blinked, and he made a few notes before he nodded slowly. 'Ah, so you missed it?'
'Inside that ring, inflicting pain and suffering, basking in the roar of the crowd, wallowing in blood and misery? That is the only place I feel alive, this?' Donzig waved his hand at the studio, and the room before he shook his masked head. 'This is a half life, not meant for men like me. For creatures of the Endless Dark.'
'Right. So what did you want to say to your opponents?' Summers asked, glancing back at Sinclair as he stared at him. Donzig leaned forward, taking the mic to drag it closer as he sat up to growl into it.
'While the lot of you squabble like children, like mewling infants begging for attention, and looking to settle old scores? I and the Freakke are waiting in the shadows, and we will take what is our sole focus from your grasp! I will have the Imperial Crown tag team titles! And I am aware that Jesse is the Canadian Nightmare, which just sounds like Justin Trudea is involved! And I get that Colossus is really, really big! Hence the fucking name! And yes, yes, I know that the Celtic Club are old and washed up! I am aware of all these things!'
Summers cleared his throat, and spoke up. 'What about the other teams?'
'Joseph Mack and LVZ?' Donzig snorted. 'Gus Arnold should have put the New Untouchables in the match, because they at least have won a match! I-69? I don't even know who that is!' Donzig waved his hands, and he leaned back slowly as he steepled his fingers before him. 'And last, but not least, the heart and soul of NPW, that team we beat our first match together as a team? The Dark Stars! Well, I have bad news for you boys. Shaakar Khan is going to be super sad when you show up empty handed, but maybe you can take Joseph Mack and LVZ back with you as runner up prizes!'
Sinclair snorted a laugh, and Summers blinked before Donzig cut him off. 'At the end of the day, when the smoke settles and the dust clears! I, Donzig, the Scourge! The servant of the Void will stand alone in that ring! The Imperial Crown titles held above my head, omens of things to come! A promise of the fate that awaits NPW!'
'You and Freakke, right?' Summers asked, and Donzig shook his head to stare at him.
'What?'
'You and Freakke. It is a tag team match, right?' Summers said, and Donzig stared at him before he snorted.
'Yes, yes. Of course, interview over!' Sinclair reached over, her hand closing on the camera as we cut away.
He is slightly underweight with short dark hair, and he forces a smile as Sinclair settles behind him. Her eyes narrowed, and he glances back to Donzig. Then he adjusts the mic before him, and hits a few keys before shuffling the stack of paper before him. 'Hello, everyone! Welcome to the Summers Report, and here with us for the first time ever is the newest star of XHF, signed to SWAT and the NPW is Donzig! Donzig, why did you agree to come on this show after all this time?'
Donzig hissed, and he tapped the mic before him before he spoke. 'I find you, and your show shallow and pedantic. Yet I know that other stars listen to it, possibly because they value your work. So I will use your platform to deliver my message.'
'Ah, well I am happy to have you, I have always been a big fan.' Summers flashed a smile, and Donzig stared at him from behind his mask. Then he leaned closer, and he adjusted the mic to be closer. He shrugged his shoulders, and his head tilted.
'Donzig is an overrated wrestler, whose sole claim to fame is his ability to brawl between technical spots, and his skill in hardcore garbage matches. Is that being a big fan, Franklin?'
Sinclair shifted behind Frank, and he looked over his shoulder at her. She frowned, and Donzig said nothing. 'Ah, well, still! No one does hardcore matches like Donzig! Am I right?'
Donzig lifted his hands, forming air quotes. 'Donzig's match against the legendary Chris O'Neal is only memorable because he poured salt on him after breaking lighttubes on his back for an eternity, and the DDT-ed him on the ramp on a pile of broken glass and salt.'
'Ah, well. It wasn't your best match, though!' Summers offered, and Donzig grunted as he waved a hand absently. He reclined again, saying nothing before Summers shrugged.
'I find your star system to be useless and arbitrary, and have no idea why you think you understand ring psychology enough to judge it. So I take your opinion with a grain of salt, as it were.' Donzig purred from under the mask, and Summers frowned.
'That is your opinion. I gave a number of your matches 5 stars!' he offered, sounding testy.
'How many?' Donzig asked, and he tilted his masked head. Franklin shrugged nervously, looking away from that gaze.
'At least, 65-70%!'
Donzig's fingers curled into a fist, and he rose from the chair to loom over the desk at Summers. 'YOU DARE TO MOCK THE SCOURGE, MORTAL?'
Summers wilted, and he looked around in a near panic before he leaned back in his own chair. And he glanced back at Sinclair, before he held up his hands. 'You wrestle alot of squash matches, man. I mean I can only rate what is booked!'
Donzig sniffed, and settled back into his chair. 'Five star fucking squash matches. Ungrateful dog.'
'Sorry, so you took quite a time off before re-appearing in Albany before showing up in XHL. Where were you?' Summers asked.
Donzig sniffed before he replied. 'I spent several years in a near catatonic state in a very expensive medical facility, before I decided to retire from wrestling. I then went off the grid living as an artist and writer before I was drawn back to this--' Donzig flicked his hand, shrugging. '--business. After that I found myself drawn to travel the dark places of the world, regaining my former glory before returning to inflict havoc on wrestling.'
Summers blinked, and he made a few notes before he nodded slowly. 'Ah, so you missed it?'
'Inside that ring, inflicting pain and suffering, basking in the roar of the crowd, wallowing in blood and misery? That is the only place I feel alive, this?' Donzig waved his hand at the studio, and the room before he shook his masked head. 'This is a half life, not meant for men like me. For creatures of the Endless Dark.'
'Right. So what did you want to say to your opponents?' Summers asked, glancing back at Sinclair as he stared at him. Donzig leaned forward, taking the mic to drag it closer as he sat up to growl into it.
'While the lot of you squabble like children, like mewling infants begging for attention, and looking to settle old scores? I and the Freakke are waiting in the shadows, and we will take what is our sole focus from your grasp! I will have the Imperial Crown tag team titles! And I am aware that Jesse is the Canadian Nightmare, which just sounds like Justin Trudea is involved! And I get that Colossus is really, really big! Hence the fucking name! And yes, yes, I know that the Celtic Club are old and washed up! I am aware of all these things!'
Summers cleared his throat, and spoke up. 'What about the other teams?'
'Joseph Mack and LVZ?' Donzig snorted. 'Gus Arnold should have put the New Untouchables in the match, because they at least have won a match! I-69? I don't even know who that is!' Donzig waved his hands, and he leaned back slowly as he steepled his fingers before him. 'And last, but not least, the heart and soul of NPW, that team we beat our first match together as a team? The Dark Stars! Well, I have bad news for you boys. Shaakar Khan is going to be super sad when you show up empty handed, but maybe you can take Joseph Mack and LVZ back with you as runner up prizes!'
Sinclair snorted a laugh, and Summers blinked before Donzig cut him off. 'At the end of the day, when the smoke settles and the dust clears! I, Donzig, the Scourge! The servant of the Void will stand alone in that ring! The Imperial Crown titles held above my head, omens of things to come! A promise of the fate that awaits NPW!'
'You and Freakke, right?' Summers asked, and Donzig shook his head to stare at him.
'What?'
'You and Freakke. It is a tag team match, right?' Summers said, and Donzig stared at him before he snorted.
'Yes, yes. Of course, interview over!' Sinclair reached over, her hand closing on the camera as we cut away.
