Post by Donzig on Jul 3, 2021 20:16:03 GMT -5
'Ngh.' Donzig grunted as the waves crashed in the distance, the roar of the winds and the crash of the ocean echoed across the distant sky and empty beach. He stood facing the sea, the wind blowing back his hood and billowing his coat around him. He scowled, watching the moonlight dance across the angry surf. A very upset looking Sinclair lurked behind him, her coat gathered around herself as she watched the waves as well. Then Donzig tilted his head, and that masked visage stared at the camera. 'Tonight, I shed the last vestiges of weakness that held me back from my destiny. Tonight, I wiped the slate clean to take what is rightfully mine! And that is the dominion of the XHF! That is the endless rule of the Pit, and everyone who stands in the way is getting knocked the fuck down!'
Donzig calmed himself as his voice had risen to a shriek, and he lifted a hand to smooth his beard as it moved in the cold wind beneath the edge of his mask. He shook is head, and then continued as he started to pace down the rocky beach. And Sinclair followed his wake, lost in her own thoughts. 'Everyone had their laugh when the Revs beat me at the Anzac Cup didn't they? They all laughed, and they laughed when Isabel Rios laid me out at the Battle of the Best! And they laughed again, when the Hellhounds at their little preacher mocked me! Well, who is laughing now?'
He frowned, hands lifting out to his sides as he stepped closer to a small campire. The flames leapt and danced, sparks flying in the wicked winds as it gleamed on the surface of his mask. And he shook his head, glaring at the flames as he continued. 'Freakke. I stood in that ring, and I offered you my hand! I offered to make you a bandit at my side, and what did you do? You spat in my face! You turned your back on me! And for what? For what?'
Donzig hissed, and he lifted his head again. 'You made your choice, Freakke. I offered you everything, and inside of choosing greatness? You choose to be nothing! To remain a fucking clown! So you can suffer with the rest of them!'
Donzig fell silent, and watched from behind his mask as Sinclair circled around the fire. Her hair whipping in the wind, and she said nothing as the fire danced in her eyes. Donzig spoke again, a hand lifting with a slow flex of his fingers. 'Takaru Matsui. You should have stayed in Kyoto, you should have heeded your own advice. I am not be trusted, and you! You old friend, were a thorn in my side for far too long! I dragged you here to settle accounts, Takaru. And I hope you have the sense to stay down!'
The fire leapt again, spitting and hissing as the wind swept across the dark beach. Donzig glanced towards the waves, turning slowly as he continued in that low growl. 'That brings us to the Bastards, and the Galactic Sex Pirates. So let me get this straight it takes 8 of you to get in our way? Fucking Eight, eh? What is this shit! And these fans cheer for this garbage? The fucking vultures in the cheap seats loved that didn't they? Another fucking joke at Donzig's expense, eh?'
Donzig nodded, and he spun around to glare at the camera over the fire. 'Rob Riot! I don't know the rest of your fucking little crew, but you? You! I fucking remember, eh?' Donzig's hand lifted, gesturing at the mask on his face. His fingers sweeping up and down, gesturing at it with a shrug of his shoulders. 'You! I remember, I remember what you did to me at Call to Arms! I remember who took me out, eh? And you and I? We have business.'
A pause, and then Donzig waved his hand to gesture towards Sinclair Godfrey. She was clearly still agitated, and her eyes narrowed as she stood in her coat. The light of the flames washing over her, and then her head lifted to meet Donzig's gaze as he snarled. 'Isabel Rios. Do you think this is finished? Do you think you have escaped the Baroness so very easily? Oh, no, no, no. You and her, are just getting started. This doesn't end until we say it ends.'
Donzig tilted his head, and he hissed as the flame leapt angrily. Sparks swirled around him on the wind as the waves crashed in the distance, and he growled again. 'All of you think you can just come here and change fate, eh? That you can somehow stand in the way of destiny, that you can stop time, that maybe something will change! But listen, this is the descent. We have already begun, eh? We are falling into darkness, we are being sucked down into oblivion! This is the dystopian fall, a fall blacker than the Void itself!'
A hand lifted, and Donzig swept off his mask. His beard moved in the wind, and the flames glowed in his eyes as he spat. Then he gestured at the camera, fingers curled into claws. 'My vision ends in a war, never ending war. Endless Carnage, forever chaos! And for that? I needed an army, I needed a bludgeon to teach the XHF their place in that vision! Allies, eh? Well, I have allies now, I have my army, I have my menagerie of monsters. And they have me!' Donzig smiled, a cold wicked grin that wasn't reflected in those eyes. 'So everyone who thinks I have inherited them as enemies? Wrong! Wrong, wrong, wrong! They have gained me! And all these people walking into Northern Pro Wrestling, thinking they are here to gain something? To take something from us? No.'
Donzig paused, his voice becoming calm again as he stepped closer to Sinclair. His mask cradled in his arm, staring at nothing as his other hand gestured. 'You have only come here to meet destruction, you have only come here to fall. Because this? This is Bandit Country.'
Donzig calmed himself as his voice had risen to a shriek, and he lifted a hand to smooth his beard as it moved in the cold wind beneath the edge of his mask. He shook is head, and then continued as he started to pace down the rocky beach. And Sinclair followed his wake, lost in her own thoughts. 'Everyone had their laugh when the Revs beat me at the Anzac Cup didn't they? They all laughed, and they laughed when Isabel Rios laid me out at the Battle of the Best! And they laughed again, when the Hellhounds at their little preacher mocked me! Well, who is laughing now?'
He frowned, hands lifting out to his sides as he stepped closer to a small campire. The flames leapt and danced, sparks flying in the wicked winds as it gleamed on the surface of his mask. And he shook his head, glaring at the flames as he continued. 'Freakke. I stood in that ring, and I offered you my hand! I offered to make you a bandit at my side, and what did you do? You spat in my face! You turned your back on me! And for what? For what?'
Donzig hissed, and he lifted his head again. 'You made your choice, Freakke. I offered you everything, and inside of choosing greatness? You choose to be nothing! To remain a fucking clown! So you can suffer with the rest of them!'
Donzig fell silent, and watched from behind his mask as Sinclair circled around the fire. Her hair whipping in the wind, and she said nothing as the fire danced in her eyes. Donzig spoke again, a hand lifting with a slow flex of his fingers. 'Takaru Matsui. You should have stayed in Kyoto, you should have heeded your own advice. I am not be trusted, and you! You old friend, were a thorn in my side for far too long! I dragged you here to settle accounts, Takaru. And I hope you have the sense to stay down!'
The fire leapt again, spitting and hissing as the wind swept across the dark beach. Donzig glanced towards the waves, turning slowly as he continued in that low growl. 'That brings us to the Bastards, and the Galactic Sex Pirates. So let me get this straight it takes 8 of you to get in our way? Fucking Eight, eh? What is this shit! And these fans cheer for this garbage? The fucking vultures in the cheap seats loved that didn't they? Another fucking joke at Donzig's expense, eh?'
Donzig nodded, and he spun around to glare at the camera over the fire. 'Rob Riot! I don't know the rest of your fucking little crew, but you? You! I fucking remember, eh?' Donzig's hand lifted, gesturing at the mask on his face. His fingers sweeping up and down, gesturing at it with a shrug of his shoulders. 'You! I remember, I remember what you did to me at Call to Arms! I remember who took me out, eh? And you and I? We have business.'
A pause, and then Donzig waved his hand to gesture towards Sinclair Godfrey. She was clearly still agitated, and her eyes narrowed as she stood in her coat. The light of the flames washing over her, and then her head lifted to meet Donzig's gaze as he snarled. 'Isabel Rios. Do you think this is finished? Do you think you have escaped the Baroness so very easily? Oh, no, no, no. You and her, are just getting started. This doesn't end until we say it ends.'
Donzig tilted his head, and he hissed as the flame leapt angrily. Sparks swirled around him on the wind as the waves crashed in the distance, and he growled again. 'All of you think you can just come here and change fate, eh? That you can somehow stand in the way of destiny, that you can stop time, that maybe something will change! But listen, this is the descent. We have already begun, eh? We are falling into darkness, we are being sucked down into oblivion! This is the dystopian fall, a fall blacker than the Void itself!'
A hand lifted, and Donzig swept off his mask. His beard moved in the wind, and the flames glowed in his eyes as he spat. Then he gestured at the camera, fingers curled into claws. 'My vision ends in a war, never ending war. Endless Carnage, forever chaos! And for that? I needed an army, I needed a bludgeon to teach the XHF their place in that vision! Allies, eh? Well, I have allies now, I have my army, I have my menagerie of monsters. And they have me!' Donzig smiled, a cold wicked grin that wasn't reflected in those eyes. 'So everyone who thinks I have inherited them as enemies? Wrong! Wrong, wrong, wrong! They have gained me! And all these people walking into Northern Pro Wrestling, thinking they are here to gain something? To take something from us? No.'
Donzig paused, his voice becoming calm again as he stepped closer to Sinclair. His mask cradled in his arm, staring at nothing as his other hand gestured. 'You have only come here to meet destruction, you have only come here to fall. Because this? This is Bandit Country.'
