Post by Donzig on Jul 17, 2021 17:40:28 GMT -5
Donzig is shown sitting in his stylized skull mask, hood drawn up around his head as he sat in the battered antique wingback chair. His hands folded before him, elbows on his knees as he stared into the camera. He sniffed, shaking his head before he growled in a low voice. 'Gus Arnold. Out here, standing in that ring and does he praise the man who has gone all over the XHF representing his company with his blood and sweat? Does he say anything about, the man challenging for the Openweight Title? The Man who is going to bring the Trios gold back to NPW, eh? No.'
Donzig shrugs, shaking his hooded head as he leans back in the chair. 'No, he only has praise for D. There is the problem, Gus. You are clearly bias-ed, not that I am surprised. People like you have been overlooking me forever. Well, I got good news for you! After Honor? You will have no choice but to see me, Gus. I am leaving with that belt or covered in your precious champion's blood! So you are going to see me, yeah?'
Donzig fell silent, and he let his chin fall into his hand. And his other hand absently dug at the cracked and tattered fabric of the chair. He grumbled, his fingers tapping against the mask as he hissed. Then he let his hand fall again, and he shrugged as he continued. 'D, I missed your match. But that can't be you're a fighter, right? You're not scared to defend that championship anywhere aren't you? Because that is what you said.'
Donzig flung himself to his feet, and he started to pace back and forth agitated. He was clearly angry as he stomped bacl and forth, shaking his hooded head as he reached up a hand to wipe across the mask absently before it waved. 'But I didn't see you fight did I, D? All I saw you do was to protect that buffoon that you are supposed to defend against at August on the Atlantic! Well, isn't he going to be disappointed when you show up with no gold in your hand, eh? Is that the kind of opponent that is worthy of the Great D? Is this the kind of challenger that Gus wants to feed you?'
A snort.
'All I saw you do was have a stare down with Esmeralda. And all that did was irritate me more, Esmeralda is one of us. Yeah? KGB? A bandit. I will not let someone like you insult my comrades, D. I will not stand for that at all. But those fans, those people in the cheap seats? Oh, they just love you don't they! They just cheer and chant your name, and act like you're a hero. They are as bad as Gus!' Donzig snapped, and he paused in his pacing.
'And then we have Freakke.' Donzig shrugged, and he reached up a hand to sweep back his hood. And he shook his head as he dropped back into his chair. He leaned forward, hands clasped before him. Fingers twisting and curling, and he shook his masked head before he hissed again. His voice a low growl as he tilted his head. 'You should have stayed gone, friend. I don't want to destroy you, but you're leaving me no choice. I offered you greatness, I offered you a place at my side, and you rejected it! You turned your back on me! And you think I owe you something, Freakke? No, no, no.'
Donzig sat back again, leaning in his seat as his fingers snapped together. He shook his head, a hand reaching up to stroke his chin as he shrugged. 'I am going to deal with all three of you, and it starts at Honor.'
Donzig shrugs, shaking his hooded head as he leans back in the chair. 'No, he only has praise for D. There is the problem, Gus. You are clearly bias-ed, not that I am surprised. People like you have been overlooking me forever. Well, I got good news for you! After Honor? You will have no choice but to see me, Gus. I am leaving with that belt or covered in your precious champion's blood! So you are going to see me, yeah?'
Donzig fell silent, and he let his chin fall into his hand. And his other hand absently dug at the cracked and tattered fabric of the chair. He grumbled, his fingers tapping against the mask as he hissed. Then he let his hand fall again, and he shrugged as he continued. 'D, I missed your match. But that can't be you're a fighter, right? You're not scared to defend that championship anywhere aren't you? Because that is what you said.'
Donzig flung himself to his feet, and he started to pace back and forth agitated. He was clearly angry as he stomped bacl and forth, shaking his hooded head as he reached up a hand to wipe across the mask absently before it waved. 'But I didn't see you fight did I, D? All I saw you do was to protect that buffoon that you are supposed to defend against at August on the Atlantic! Well, isn't he going to be disappointed when you show up with no gold in your hand, eh? Is that the kind of opponent that is worthy of the Great D? Is this the kind of challenger that Gus wants to feed you?'
A snort.
'All I saw you do was have a stare down with Esmeralda. And all that did was irritate me more, Esmeralda is one of us. Yeah? KGB? A bandit. I will not let someone like you insult my comrades, D. I will not stand for that at all. But those fans, those people in the cheap seats? Oh, they just love you don't they! They just cheer and chant your name, and act like you're a hero. They are as bad as Gus!' Donzig snapped, and he paused in his pacing.
'And then we have Freakke.' Donzig shrugged, and he reached up a hand to sweep back his hood. And he shook his head as he dropped back into his chair. He leaned forward, hands clasped before him. Fingers twisting and curling, and he shook his masked head before he hissed again. His voice a low growl as he tilted his head. 'You should have stayed gone, friend. I don't want to destroy you, but you're leaving me no choice. I offered you greatness, I offered you a place at my side, and you rejected it! You turned your back on me! And you think I owe you something, Freakke? No, no, no.'
Donzig sat back again, leaning in his seat as his fingers snapped together. He shook his head, a hand reaching up to stroke his chin as he shrugged. 'I am going to deal with all three of you, and it starts at Honor.'
