Will versus ego [Honor Reaction.]
Jul 13, 2021 23:40:21 GMT -5
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Filmed in monochrome, grey ropes are taut to four black posts, long shadows stretch out into the darkness of the empty arena, the only source of light coming from above like some divine blessing. Stood center ring is none other than ‘D’, clad in a black on black suit, he’s in stark contrast to the last time we saw him.
“Why Donzig?!” Stretching his arms out motioning to the absent crowd, ‘D’ moves his head back in an exaggerated motion. “Did I strike a nerve?” Asking sheepishly, the enigma could guess the answer from his opponent’s reaction.
“You list accomplishments like this is a resume contest and we’re applying for the same job. Not only will none of those accomplishments matter once we’re in this ring, but was I the only one to notice that some of them weren’t exactly things to pride oneself in?” Lowering his voice along with his arms, Donzig wanted to talk about his accomplishments, who was he to deny him?
“Your first night on the Network…” Pausing, disappointment leaks into his voice again as he continues. “…you almost beat…” Making sure to stress the word ‘almost’, the enigma shakes his head. “…you ‘almost beat’? No, two simple words Donzig. You lost. There’s no shame in it.”
He’d seen epic fits of denial in his day, memories of PT Merciless running down entire rosters over the tiniest perceived slight make him smile briefly, but this was bordering on insanity, “Third Place at Call to Arms…I must have missed the trophy ceremony for that. You lost. Again.” Sarcasm rings through his voice as he continues to speak to empty seats.
“Those are your ‘accomplishments’? Your losses are reasons to fear you? Let me give you a quick history lesson, thirteen years ago. Genesis. I was kicking in the door of that company, main eventing against and defeating someone you might remember. Kintaru.” The same Kintaru that had nearly won the whole Call to Arms event for his team.
The stories of ‘D’ and Kintaru’s rivalry from Genesis’ glory days could fill a volume of tomes, but there was another name from his past that Donzig might find interesting. “Flash forward a few years and nothing changes. I enter PWA and do the exact same thing. I appear from no where and soon I’m in the main event opposite another name you might remember, Rob Riot.” Letting the realization set in, ‘D’ punctuates it. “Yes, that Rob Riot. The one I defeated for my last World Championship all those years ago.”
The voice of ‘D’ grows stronger as he speaks, seemingly reminding himself of those same feats he’d just tossed in Donzig’s face. “Do you see now? Now are you beginning to understand? I’m not some lucky first champion who came from obscurity…I came up facing and defeating the same men who just beat you…” His eyes narrow and his head tilts slightly as he asks. “…and you think I am worried about you?”
He looks down the camera now, intensity flashing in his eyes. If Donzig was to hear anything, it would be this, “I literally defeated better wrestlers than you for world championships a decade before you’d even heard of them.” There’s no mirth or joy in his voice, to ‘D’ he was merely stating fact, he could have as easily said the earth was round.
Call to Arms had proven Kintaru and Riot to be too much for Donzig. Now, he would as well. “I stormed my way through Genesis to get to Kintaru. I stormed my way through PWA to get to Rob Riot and now I’m storming my way through NPW to get to…you” Shaking his head, the Openweight Championship was special, and, regardless if Donzig knew it or not, it was his eventual ticket to the North American Double Crown. “No, you’re not special. I’ll find my foil, but it isn’t you.” Harsh words, but the truth.
He was a dark knight, a hero constantly fighting against the darkness, the Void, and he was looking for his next villain…his Joker…and it wasn’t Donzig. “Like I said, and you’ve proven, you’re a talker, and a decent one. I’ll give you that, but you tend to praddle on too long. Especially when you have no idea what it is you’re talking about. It’s as simple as, when the chips are down, you’ll quit. Because you’ve revealed your weakness.”
The heart of ‘D’ had never been at question, known for feats of stamina and endurance, his ability to out will his opponents was as impressive as any physical weapon he possessed. “You talk about this team and that team calling you for help as though that should bother me. These people have never heard of me, and I’m quite happy that way. Being a wolf in sheep’s clothing to people like you has become something of a hobby of mine over the years. I thrive when I’m doubted, when I’m the supposed to be the underdog.” Excitement brightens his voice, he was genuinely looking forward to this clash of will versus ego. “So puff your chest up, list your achievements like they matter to me or anyone else besides yourself. You mentioned my ego, but I’m not the one who wanted to make this a pissing contest. Your need for attention betrays you.”
Looking around the empty arena, there was just one last thing to say, “Just because you would have hoped for an easy opponent, just because you’d have taken the easiest path, doesn’t mean I will. I plan to throw myself at challenger after challenger until I can’t anymore. I will not stop Donzig, I will not quit, and I will remain the Northern Openweight Champion. If for no other reason, than to show the people how a champion should behave. And that is a truth that needs no twisting.”
“Why Donzig?!” Stretching his arms out motioning to the absent crowd, ‘D’ moves his head back in an exaggerated motion. “Did I strike a nerve?” Asking sheepishly, the enigma could guess the answer from his opponent’s reaction.
“You list accomplishments like this is a resume contest and we’re applying for the same job. Not only will none of those accomplishments matter once we’re in this ring, but was I the only one to notice that some of them weren’t exactly things to pride oneself in?” Lowering his voice along with his arms, Donzig wanted to talk about his accomplishments, who was he to deny him?
“Your first night on the Network…” Pausing, disappointment leaks into his voice again as he continues. “…you almost beat…” Making sure to stress the word ‘almost’, the enigma shakes his head. “…you ‘almost beat’? No, two simple words Donzig. You lost. There’s no shame in it.”
He’d seen epic fits of denial in his day, memories of PT Merciless running down entire rosters over the tiniest perceived slight make him smile briefly, but this was bordering on insanity, “Third Place at Call to Arms…I must have missed the trophy ceremony for that. You lost. Again.” Sarcasm rings through his voice as he continues to speak to empty seats.
“Those are your ‘accomplishments’? Your losses are reasons to fear you? Let me give you a quick history lesson, thirteen years ago. Genesis. I was kicking in the door of that company, main eventing against and defeating someone you might remember. Kintaru.” The same Kintaru that had nearly won the whole Call to Arms event for his team.
The stories of ‘D’ and Kintaru’s rivalry from Genesis’ glory days could fill a volume of tomes, but there was another name from his past that Donzig might find interesting. “Flash forward a few years and nothing changes. I enter PWA and do the exact same thing. I appear from no where and soon I’m in the main event opposite another name you might remember, Rob Riot.” Letting the realization set in, ‘D’ punctuates it. “Yes, that Rob Riot. The one I defeated for my last World Championship all those years ago.”
The voice of ‘D’ grows stronger as he speaks, seemingly reminding himself of those same feats he’d just tossed in Donzig’s face. “Do you see now? Now are you beginning to understand? I’m not some lucky first champion who came from obscurity…I came up facing and defeating the same men who just beat you…” His eyes narrow and his head tilts slightly as he asks. “…and you think I am worried about you?”
He looks down the camera now, intensity flashing in his eyes. If Donzig was to hear anything, it would be this, “I literally defeated better wrestlers than you for world championships a decade before you’d even heard of them.” There’s no mirth or joy in his voice, to ‘D’ he was merely stating fact, he could have as easily said the earth was round.
Call to Arms had proven Kintaru and Riot to be too much for Donzig. Now, he would as well. “I stormed my way through Genesis to get to Kintaru. I stormed my way through PWA to get to Rob Riot and now I’m storming my way through NPW to get to…you” Shaking his head, the Openweight Championship was special, and, regardless if Donzig knew it or not, it was his eventual ticket to the North American Double Crown. “No, you’re not special. I’ll find my foil, but it isn’t you.” Harsh words, but the truth.
He was a dark knight, a hero constantly fighting against the darkness, the Void, and he was looking for his next villain…his Joker…and it wasn’t Donzig. “Like I said, and you’ve proven, you’re a talker, and a decent one. I’ll give you that, but you tend to praddle on too long. Especially when you have no idea what it is you’re talking about. It’s as simple as, when the chips are down, you’ll quit. Because you’ve revealed your weakness.”
The heart of ‘D’ had never been at question, known for feats of stamina and endurance, his ability to out will his opponents was as impressive as any physical weapon he possessed. “You talk about this team and that team calling you for help as though that should bother me. These people have never heard of me, and I’m quite happy that way. Being a wolf in sheep’s clothing to people like you has become something of a hobby of mine over the years. I thrive when I’m doubted, when I’m the supposed to be the underdog.” Excitement brightens his voice, he was genuinely looking forward to this clash of will versus ego. “So puff your chest up, list your achievements like they matter to me or anyone else besides yourself. You mentioned my ego, but I’m not the one who wanted to make this a pissing contest. Your need for attention betrays you.”
Looking around the empty arena, there was just one last thing to say, “Just because you would have hoped for an easy opponent, just because you’d have taken the easiest path, doesn’t mean I will. I plan to throw myself at challenger after challenger until I can’t anymore. I will not stop Donzig, I will not quit, and I will remain the Northern Openweight Champion. If for no other reason, than to show the people how a champion should behave. And that is a truth that needs no twisting.”