Post by Donzig on Jul 7, 2021 16:49:50 GMT -5
Donzig turned to regard Blake Samuels with a tilt of his masked head from where he stood before the doors of Gus Arnold's office. Sinclair Godfrey walked behind Blake, pushing him forward as she fairly dragged him down the hall. She scowled, and Blake was brought to a halt before Donzig who gestured grandly as he spoke. 'Congratulations, Mr. Blake. You have been chosen to witness this moment of history, you will witness the moment that my conquest of the NPW Openweight Title began! Not since the Sack of Rome, not since the Battle of Stamford Bridge has such a thing been seen by a man such as yourself.'
Blake started to say something, but fell silent when Sinclair smacked the back of his head. Donzig tilted his head, staring at them as though waiting for Samuels to speak up. Then he shrugged, and his knuckles rapped sharply on the door. Knocking on it before he continued, his voice a low growl as he glared at the wood before him. 'Today, we right a great wrong! You see it was shortly before I began my tenure that the tournament that crowned 'D' began. Therefore, our erstwhile champion managed to avoid me. That will be corrected now, I will take his open challenge! And I will break him, he will lay broken beneath my feet as I take his title from him! I, Donzig, will be crowned champion as Henry the VIIth was crowned king after defeating Richard the III at Bosworth field!'
Blake Samuels snorted, and Donzig hissed before he shoved the office door open. He stalked inside, and Gus Arnold looked up with a faint frown. Donzig said nothing, dropping down in the chair across the desk from the man who ran NPW. He snatched up the contract, reading it slowly before he kicked his feet up on the desk with a grunt. Gus stared at him, and then stared at Sinclair still standing behind the rather mortified looking Blake Samuels. Donzig sneered from behind his mask, mocking him as he lifted the pen to sign his name. 'Just imagine, all these months protecting your champion and he just goes out there and throws himself to the wolves. Don't worry, Gus. I will take good care of that title, it will be the crown jewel of the KGB's NPW plans for certain.'
Gus scowled, and took the contract from Donzig as he stared at him. The pair exchanged looks, and Donzig leaned forward with a hiss of laughter. 'I heard what you said, Gus. And it hurt my feelings, haven't I always been good to you? Haven't I always wrestled whatever matches you asked for? Haven't I always been here on time and willing to help? And you said I was heinous? I offered Freakke a chance for greatness, and he picked these fans over me! He picked mediocrity over me! He didn't have the courage to face a few boos because he wanted to what? Make sure his family was proud of him?'
'He didn't want to sell his soul to Soutter!' snapped Blake Samuels drawing an angry stare from Sinclair. And Donzig snorted, turning to look at him. That masked head tilted, and he absently lifted a hand to rub at his chin before he snorted.
'Immortality is worth any price, Mister Samuels. Anyone who says anything else is selling something.' Donzig turned his gaze back to Gus Arnold, and he lowered his feet to the floor. He rose to his feet, shaking his head as he looked down at him. 'Your Enigma is no match for the fury of the Void, and that belt will soon belong to the bandits. How it is going to gall you when I stand before you draped in gold, eh?'
Donzig turned, walking from the room with a jerk of his head. Sinclair shoved him forward, before she swept after Donzig with only a pause to slam the door behind them.
Blake started to say something, but fell silent when Sinclair smacked the back of his head. Donzig tilted his head, staring at them as though waiting for Samuels to speak up. Then he shrugged, and his knuckles rapped sharply on the door. Knocking on it before he continued, his voice a low growl as he glared at the wood before him. 'Today, we right a great wrong! You see it was shortly before I began my tenure that the tournament that crowned 'D' began. Therefore, our erstwhile champion managed to avoid me. That will be corrected now, I will take his open challenge! And I will break him, he will lay broken beneath my feet as I take his title from him! I, Donzig, will be crowned champion as Henry the VIIth was crowned king after defeating Richard the III at Bosworth field!'
Blake Samuels snorted, and Donzig hissed before he shoved the office door open. He stalked inside, and Gus Arnold looked up with a faint frown. Donzig said nothing, dropping down in the chair across the desk from the man who ran NPW. He snatched up the contract, reading it slowly before he kicked his feet up on the desk with a grunt. Gus stared at him, and then stared at Sinclair still standing behind the rather mortified looking Blake Samuels. Donzig sneered from behind his mask, mocking him as he lifted the pen to sign his name. 'Just imagine, all these months protecting your champion and he just goes out there and throws himself to the wolves. Don't worry, Gus. I will take good care of that title, it will be the crown jewel of the KGB's NPW plans for certain.'
Gus scowled, and took the contract from Donzig as he stared at him. The pair exchanged looks, and Donzig leaned forward with a hiss of laughter. 'I heard what you said, Gus. And it hurt my feelings, haven't I always been good to you? Haven't I always wrestled whatever matches you asked for? Haven't I always been here on time and willing to help? And you said I was heinous? I offered Freakke a chance for greatness, and he picked these fans over me! He picked mediocrity over me! He didn't have the courage to face a few boos because he wanted to what? Make sure his family was proud of him?'
'He didn't want to sell his soul to Soutter!' snapped Blake Samuels drawing an angry stare from Sinclair. And Donzig snorted, turning to look at him. That masked head tilted, and he absently lifted a hand to rub at his chin before he snorted.
'Immortality is worth any price, Mister Samuels. Anyone who says anything else is selling something.' Donzig turned his gaze back to Gus Arnold, and he lowered his feet to the floor. He rose to his feet, shaking his head as he looked down at him. 'Your Enigma is no match for the fury of the Void, and that belt will soon belong to the bandits. How it is going to gall you when I stand before you draped in gold, eh?'
Donzig turned, walking from the room with a jerk of his head. Sinclair shoved him forward, before she swept after Donzig with only a pause to slam the door behind them.
