Post by Donzig on Jul 14, 2021 19:48:02 GMT -5
A small pool of candle light gleamed off the surface of Donzig's skull mask, and then a hand closed on it. The mask was pulled into place before the camera moved, and Donzig sighed before he ripped a page from the book before him. He slowly crumbled that piece of paper up, crushing it into a ball before he flung it across the room at a metal waste basket. But the ball missed, and it bounced off the wall before rolling off into the darkness. Then Donzig slammed the book shut, and he flung it aside before he snarled.
A deep breath, and he placed his hands on the table before him as his head tilted. A shake of his head, and then he spoke. 'That was the point, and you missing it. You see you said I was all talk, but unlike some people? I don't sit here, resting on my laurels. I don't sit here, pretending I am a hero. No, no, no. I am here to fight, I am here for the war, and unlike you? I am not out here talking about a past that means nothing.'
Donzig leaned back, reclining on his battered wingback chair. The cracked leather and pieces of missing fabric shifting with him as he taps his fingers against the worn arm of the chair. 'This is wrestling, this is professional wrestling. And you may think that wins and losses mean something, that they might have some meaning? But D we both know, that on any given night? A match can end like--' Donzig snapped his fingers, hissing as he tilted his head. '--that! A real up, a wrong move, a count out. A disqualification. I am not here to dwell on that minutia I am here to win true victories. I am here for carnage, for bloodshed, eh?'
Donzig hissed, laughing as he leaned forward. He whispered to the camera, his voice rasping from under the mask. 'You've seen my matches, you've watched them, yeah? How many matches did I have won in XHF that I decided not to end, D? How many? How many times did I break a pin? How many times that instead of going for a win, I went for more punishment? How fucking many, D? You think I care about wins? Losses? You insult me, you insult my purpose, you're disrespecting me.'
Donzig's voice had risen to a near shriek, and he leaned back again with a roll of his shoulders. He tilted his head, a hand lifting to prop up his chin. 'You want to speak of Fox? When I stood on the announce table in Australia, and I looked into the eyes of the XHF Junior Heavyweight Champion? I saw--' Donzig paused, thinking it seemed before he waved his hand. '--it doesn't matter. But I challenged him to a match, and what I wanted to show him was how weak he had become. I told Fox that to beat me, he would have to give up a piece of himself. That he would have to become like me.'
The Scourge nodded, and he rubbed his fingers together before he shrugged. 'Go ask Fox what his win cost him, ask him if the price he paid was worth it, ask him if he would do it again. I did what I set out to do. You don't understand 'victory', D! My opponents have to know that they were wrong to oppose me in the first place. And that is the only thing I want. Not little marks in your win/loss columns, but you don't understand me!'
Donzig slammed his fist down on the arm of the chair, and he growled. 'I would have hoped for an easy opponent? Oh, no. No, no. no. That will not do at all. Only the strong interest Donzig, the weak have no place in the New World. You claim you want to be the underdog? You're the wolf in sheep's clothing? But yet? You have that title don't you, a sign that you're the best. You wear it like a badge of honor, and yet claim you expect to be underestimated? I don't hide what I am, D. I am the Scourge, the Herald of Oblivion, the Harbinger of Death.'
'I am the Pride of SWAT, I am the hardest man in a company of hard men. Think about that.' He leaned closer again, staring into the camera from behind his mask. 'I want everyone to know what I am, I want them to know what I am capable of, I want them to know that here be dragons. And that is why I am telling you all of this, I want you to know, D. I want you to know exactly who and what is stalking you. We have both beaten men the other has not heard of, we are both warriors of forgotten wars, and you speak of Rob Riot?'
Donzig lifted his hands, spreading them as he leaned back again. 'Ask Rob Riot what he had to do to stop me, D. Ask him how it felt to batter my head into a table while i was strapped down to it. I walked through the best in the XHF before I met Rob, and he still had to go what lengths to stop me! But you missed all of that didn't you, D? Because you're stuck in your own little dream of the past. The future is coming for you, D. You have beaten men I never knew, you have beaten better men then me? You beat Rob Riot? Kintaru? Tony Rios? Whoever the fuck that was!'
A sniff, and Donzig lifted a hand to jab a finger into his own chest. 'But you never beat me, eh? Death in High Places. Bandit King. You are out here talking a good game, but it is just talk. You don't even know who or what you're facing. I am the Hand of Doom, and you say you won't quit? Well, if I was as well rested as you? I wouldn't quit either. I will see you at Honor, D. Bring your honor, your pride, your storied past. But most of all? Bring my fucking title.'
A deep breath, and he placed his hands on the table before him as his head tilted. A shake of his head, and then he spoke. 'That was the point, and you missing it. You see you said I was all talk, but unlike some people? I don't sit here, resting on my laurels. I don't sit here, pretending I am a hero. No, no, no. I am here to fight, I am here for the war, and unlike you? I am not out here talking about a past that means nothing.'
Donzig leaned back, reclining on his battered wingback chair. The cracked leather and pieces of missing fabric shifting with him as he taps his fingers against the worn arm of the chair. 'This is wrestling, this is professional wrestling. And you may think that wins and losses mean something, that they might have some meaning? But D we both know, that on any given night? A match can end like--' Donzig snapped his fingers, hissing as he tilted his head. '--that! A real up, a wrong move, a count out. A disqualification. I am not here to dwell on that minutia I am here to win true victories. I am here for carnage, for bloodshed, eh?'
Donzig hissed, laughing as he leaned forward. He whispered to the camera, his voice rasping from under the mask. 'You've seen my matches, you've watched them, yeah? How many matches did I have won in XHF that I decided not to end, D? How many? How many times did I break a pin? How many times that instead of going for a win, I went for more punishment? How fucking many, D? You think I care about wins? Losses? You insult me, you insult my purpose, you're disrespecting me.'
Donzig's voice had risen to a near shriek, and he leaned back again with a roll of his shoulders. He tilted his head, a hand lifting to prop up his chin. 'You want to speak of Fox? When I stood on the announce table in Australia, and I looked into the eyes of the XHF Junior Heavyweight Champion? I saw--' Donzig paused, thinking it seemed before he waved his hand. '--it doesn't matter. But I challenged him to a match, and what I wanted to show him was how weak he had become. I told Fox that to beat me, he would have to give up a piece of himself. That he would have to become like me.'
The Scourge nodded, and he rubbed his fingers together before he shrugged. 'Go ask Fox what his win cost him, ask him if the price he paid was worth it, ask him if he would do it again. I did what I set out to do. You don't understand 'victory', D! My opponents have to know that they were wrong to oppose me in the first place. And that is the only thing I want. Not little marks in your win/loss columns, but you don't understand me!'
Donzig slammed his fist down on the arm of the chair, and he growled. 'I would have hoped for an easy opponent? Oh, no. No, no. no. That will not do at all. Only the strong interest Donzig, the weak have no place in the New World. You claim you want to be the underdog? You're the wolf in sheep's clothing? But yet? You have that title don't you, a sign that you're the best. You wear it like a badge of honor, and yet claim you expect to be underestimated? I don't hide what I am, D. I am the Scourge, the Herald of Oblivion, the Harbinger of Death.'
'I am the Pride of SWAT, I am the hardest man in a company of hard men. Think about that.' He leaned closer again, staring into the camera from behind his mask. 'I want everyone to know what I am, I want them to know what I am capable of, I want them to know that here be dragons. And that is why I am telling you all of this, I want you to know, D. I want you to know exactly who and what is stalking you. We have both beaten men the other has not heard of, we are both warriors of forgotten wars, and you speak of Rob Riot?'
Donzig lifted his hands, spreading them as he leaned back again. 'Ask Rob Riot what he had to do to stop me, D. Ask him how it felt to batter my head into a table while i was strapped down to it. I walked through the best in the XHF before I met Rob, and he still had to go what lengths to stop me! But you missed all of that didn't you, D? Because you're stuck in your own little dream of the past. The future is coming for you, D. You have beaten men I never knew, you have beaten better men then me? You beat Rob Riot? Kintaru? Tony Rios? Whoever the fuck that was!'
A sniff, and Donzig lifted a hand to jab a finger into his own chest. 'But you never beat me, eh? Death in High Places. Bandit King. You are out here talking a good game, but it is just talk. You don't even know who or what you're facing. I am the Hand of Doom, and you say you won't quit? Well, if I was as well rested as you? I wouldn't quit either. I will see you at Honor, D. Bring your honor, your pride, your storied past. But most of all? Bring my fucking title.'
