Post by Donzig on Jul 7, 2021 18:50:33 GMT -5
Donzig was backstage, and clearly agitated as always. He paced back and forth, hands behind his back as he prowled up and down the hallway. He tilted his head, muttering to himself under his mask. And Sinclair watched him, leaning against the wall with her arms folded over her chest. And he paused, shaking his head before he waved a hand angrily. 'I tire of this, we need someone to conduct this interview. And I find Blake Samuels to be shallow and insipid.'
Sinclair nodded, and Donzig lifted a hand to rub at the chin of his mask. Thinking before he shrugged, and then he glared around the hall before he jabbed a finger at a nearby intern. She was a short girl, rather on the slender side with dyed black hair cut in a bob. Sinclair followed his gaze, rolled her eyes and then kicked off the wall to drag the intern forward. Donzig stared down at her, hissing before he reached up to adjust the girl's glasses before he gave a nod to Sinclair. The Baroness dutifully shoved a mic into her hands, and Donzig snorted before he spoke. 'First of all, not since 1066 when William the Conqueror invaded England has anyone done anything on the level of what I did at Shockwave! In one night, I changed the entire landscape of Northern Pro Wrestling and SWAT! In one night, I altered the entire destiny of the Trios division!'
The intern nodded slowly, and she lifted the mic before falling silent at a shake of Sinclair's head.
'I dealt a blow to my old frenemy Takaru Matsui, and left the so called King of Kyoto in a heap! And then I offered Freakke a chance to join the KGB at my side, and he rejected it! He instead chose to linger in the wallows of mediocrity! He chose the people in the cheap seats over me! Over Donkke! And that is not on me, that is on him! He lacked the courage to swim with the sharks, and he wanted to stay in the shallows! Well, fine! Good luck, Freakke!' Donzig snorted, shaking his head before he waved his arms angrily. The intern said nothing, biting her pierced lip as he growled again. 'But that is all the past, this is about the future!'
A pause. 'At Honor, after I beat Shane Severe from pillar to post. After I leave him laying in a heap in the center of this ring, a testament to my greatness? I am going to turn my attention to 'D'. And when the smoke settles and the dust clears, I am going to bring that title of his back to the KGB! I am going to be the NPW Openweight Champion, and I have half the mind to make Gus Arnold himself walk down that ramp to place it around my waist! You see, Gus called my actions--' Donzig tilted his head, glaring angrily at the camera from behind the mask. '--absolutely disgusting. Well, Gus, I think the fact that you booked me in a match against your pet clown is disgusting! I think the fact you are willing to let Freakke take years off his career facing me at August on the Atlantic? Is disgusting!'
Donzig took a deep breath as the intern flinched as his voice had been growing louder. Sinclair covered her smile with a hand, shaking her head as Donzig absently adjusted his mask. Then he waved a hand, shrugging as he continued. 'Freakke, no one will think less of you if you stay home in August. No one will say Freakke is a coward because none of them would have the balls to walk down the ramp and face me after doing what you did either. You turned your back on me, Freakke. But I forgive you for not being brave enough, for not being great enough to choose the KGB! We could have been gods together, but you decided to what? To what? Save Takaru?'
A snort, and the intern started to speak again before falling silent when Sinclair placed a finger to her own lips. 'By the way, Isabel Rios. You haven't seen the last of us either, because I will not be the only one draped in gold soon. Because Sinclair Godfrey still wants what should be hers, she still wants that Amazons title! And you will not have Commandrix to save you, next time.'
Sinclair frowned, her eyes narrowed as she gave a quick nod. She was clearly still looking for her chance to defeat Rios.
'Which brings me to D.' Donzig growled. 'You went back there, and you made your open challenge. You hung it on the door like you were Martin Luthor with the ninety five theses! Like you were going to change the world! But now? It is too late, because the Scourge is upon you! When you signed that contract? You were signing your own death warrant! I bet you were back there thinking someone soft, someone easy would take your bait! Maybe one of those AWF retirees, eh?'
'I like the Gala--' said the Intern, but she fell silent with wide eyes as Donzig loomed over her.
'I like the Galactica too, but Adama was too soft.' he said, and then he rolled his shoulders before he continued. 'No, no, no. D you got me, you got Donzig! And in my short time here in the XHF, I have carved a path of destruction in my wake! And at Honor? You will be one more victim, you will be one more notch on my belt! And I will take your title from you, and I will carry it to the Founder! And then, with our plunder in hand? The entire NPW will be forced to recognize that this is Bandit Country! And then I will walk into August on the Atlantic with that belt around my waist! And I will show my former partner what it means to walk away from me! To side against Donzig!'
Donzig frowned, and he jerked his head at Sinclair. She kicked off the wall again, and took the mic from the intern before shoving her down the hall. Then she turned back to Donzig who watched her walk away with a shake of his masked head. 'Zero personality. She didn't even ask me any questions. No future in this business.'
Sinclair nodded, and Donzig lifted a hand to rub at the chin of his mask. Thinking before he shrugged, and then he glared around the hall before he jabbed a finger at a nearby intern. She was a short girl, rather on the slender side with dyed black hair cut in a bob. Sinclair followed his gaze, rolled her eyes and then kicked off the wall to drag the intern forward. Donzig stared down at her, hissing before he reached up to adjust the girl's glasses before he gave a nod to Sinclair. The Baroness dutifully shoved a mic into her hands, and Donzig snorted before he spoke. 'First of all, not since 1066 when William the Conqueror invaded England has anyone done anything on the level of what I did at Shockwave! In one night, I changed the entire landscape of Northern Pro Wrestling and SWAT! In one night, I altered the entire destiny of the Trios division!'
The intern nodded slowly, and she lifted the mic before falling silent at a shake of Sinclair's head.
'I dealt a blow to my old frenemy Takaru Matsui, and left the so called King of Kyoto in a heap! And then I offered Freakke a chance to join the KGB at my side, and he rejected it! He instead chose to linger in the wallows of mediocrity! He chose the people in the cheap seats over me! Over Donkke! And that is not on me, that is on him! He lacked the courage to swim with the sharks, and he wanted to stay in the shallows! Well, fine! Good luck, Freakke!' Donzig snorted, shaking his head before he waved his arms angrily. The intern said nothing, biting her pierced lip as he growled again. 'But that is all the past, this is about the future!'
A pause. 'At Honor, after I beat Shane Severe from pillar to post. After I leave him laying in a heap in the center of this ring, a testament to my greatness? I am going to turn my attention to 'D'. And when the smoke settles and the dust clears, I am going to bring that title of his back to the KGB! I am going to be the NPW Openweight Champion, and I have half the mind to make Gus Arnold himself walk down that ramp to place it around my waist! You see, Gus called my actions--' Donzig tilted his head, glaring angrily at the camera from behind the mask. '--absolutely disgusting. Well, Gus, I think the fact that you booked me in a match against your pet clown is disgusting! I think the fact you are willing to let Freakke take years off his career facing me at August on the Atlantic? Is disgusting!'
Donzig took a deep breath as the intern flinched as his voice had been growing louder. Sinclair covered her smile with a hand, shaking her head as Donzig absently adjusted his mask. Then he waved a hand, shrugging as he continued. 'Freakke, no one will think less of you if you stay home in August. No one will say Freakke is a coward because none of them would have the balls to walk down the ramp and face me after doing what you did either. You turned your back on me, Freakke. But I forgive you for not being brave enough, for not being great enough to choose the KGB! We could have been gods together, but you decided to what? To what? Save Takaru?'
A snort, and the intern started to speak again before falling silent when Sinclair placed a finger to her own lips. 'By the way, Isabel Rios. You haven't seen the last of us either, because I will not be the only one draped in gold soon. Because Sinclair Godfrey still wants what should be hers, she still wants that Amazons title! And you will not have Commandrix to save you, next time.'
Sinclair frowned, her eyes narrowed as she gave a quick nod. She was clearly still looking for her chance to defeat Rios.
'Which brings me to D.' Donzig growled. 'You went back there, and you made your open challenge. You hung it on the door like you were Martin Luthor with the ninety five theses! Like you were going to change the world! But now? It is too late, because the Scourge is upon you! When you signed that contract? You were signing your own death warrant! I bet you were back there thinking someone soft, someone easy would take your bait! Maybe one of those AWF retirees, eh?'
'I like the Gala--' said the Intern, but she fell silent with wide eyes as Donzig loomed over her.
'I like the Galactica too, but Adama was too soft.' he said, and then he rolled his shoulders before he continued. 'No, no, no. D you got me, you got Donzig! And in my short time here in the XHF, I have carved a path of destruction in my wake! And at Honor? You will be one more victim, you will be one more notch on my belt! And I will take your title from you, and I will carry it to the Founder! And then, with our plunder in hand? The entire NPW will be forced to recognize that this is Bandit Country! And then I will walk into August on the Atlantic with that belt around my waist! And I will show my former partner what it means to walk away from me! To side against Donzig!'
Donzig frowned, and he jerked his head at Sinclair. She kicked off the wall again, and took the mic from the intern before shoving her down the hall. Then she turned back to Donzig who watched her walk away with a shake of his masked head. 'Zero personality. She didn't even ask me any questions. No future in this business.'
