Post Honor (AotA3 Reaction #1)
Jul 22, 2021 17:16:57 GMT -5
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Post by Donzig on Jul 22, 2021 17:16:57 GMT -5
A few security guards lay on the floor, rising slowly as their comrades checked on them. Broken and overturned tables were scattered across the hallway, along with piles of food from catering. Equipment crates were thrown about, a few tossed on their sides as angry screams echoed over the scene. There was alot of banging, and crashing as Sinclair stood beside the door with an annoyed look on her face. She glanced at the door nervously, and shook her head before turning as Esmeralda Von Krauss swept down the hall, somehow managed to sidestep the chaos.
Another scream followed by a thud filled the air. Drawing a lifted eyebrow from the elegant blonde, and she tilted her head at Sinclair. 'Sinclair, darling. I see Donzig is still upset.'
'That's a word for it.' said Sinclair, and a series of thumps followed as they glanced at the door. And then Esmeralda shrugged, patting the Baroness' arm.
'Don't worry Suit and Armand will take care of any complaints that Gus will have. And I am sure Donzig will calm down shortly.' Another bellow rang out, followed by a metallic clang and another. Sinclair stared at the door, shrugging with a faint smile at EVK.
At this point, Archie Rude walked up the hallway drawing a frown from Sinclair. EVK stared at him with disdain, then walked off with a stiff even as Rude turned to follow her hips with his eyes. Sinclair snapped her fingers, and he turned back to her with a grin which wilted under the disapproval of the Baroness. She lifted a hand, waving her fingers. 'What?'
'Ah, I was hoping to get a word with Donzig following his win.'
Sinclair blinked, and she shook her head. 'Win?'
'By DQ, it's still a win. I mean he didn't win the title, bu--' Rude said, and Sinclair glanced again at the door.
'I wouldn't bring that up if I were you.' she said flatly. But then the door was ripped open, banging against the wall as Donzig emerged into the hallway. His mask dangled from one hand, and a broken and bent chair was dragging across the floor from the other. His face was spattered with blood, and his knuckles were torn and bloody despite his taped hands. He hissed, looking around wildly at the destruction in the hallway.
The room behind was little better, furniture and gear were thrown everywhere. The wall was broken and bloody, a few holes gaping here and there as he looked between Sinclair and Rude with a scowl. They both stepped back, and Donzig's eyes narrowed on Rude as his head tilted. Sinclair shrugged, holding up her hands before she spoke. 'Mister Rude wanted to speak with you.'
Donzig grunted, and he lifted the chair before he threw it aside. It landed with a clatter and clang, and he wiped a bloody hand across his face before he spat. His mouth had been busted open it seemed, and he shook his head before he stared at the bewildered Archie Rude. 'You want some words, eh? Fine! I tried to look past this business with Freakke, I tried to look past the fact that I offered him greatness at my side, and he spat in my face!'
Archie nodded, as Donzig paused.
'But clearly, I should have done more then hand him a beating inside of that ring at Shockwave! Clearly, I let our friendship color my decisions.' Donzig nodded slowly, a blood streaked hand lifting to smooth his wild beard. And he grunted to himself, rolling his shoulders as he glanced down at the mask in his hand. 'That will not happen again. The next time I see the Carnival King? He will pay the price for his insolence, he will pay the price for his arrogance! I am going to do what I should have done at Shockwave! I will send him back home to his family in pieces, yeah? I am going to maim him, I will not be content until I take years off his career!'
Donzig paused, panting as he glared at Rude. He lifted a hand, tapping a finger against his temple as he snorted a laugh. 'You see Freakke, I was willing to meet you in that ring so you could make yourself feel better about betraying me! But you went and got in my business, you just went and cost me! Me! And the KGB that Openweight title, and why? Why? Because you're crazy? Because you have a death wish, eh?'
Donzig frowned, and he stared at Rude who swallowed as he met that angry gaze. Donzig's hand lifted again, dragging across his head before he spat on the floor once more. He shrugged his shoulders, rolling his neck before he lifted a hand that curled and uncurled into a fist as he tilted his head while he spoke. 'All I wanted from you was loyalty, Freakke. But you decided to turn your back on me, even after all we had done together! We defeated the Dark Stars our first match together! But that didn't matter because you had to side with these fucking fans didn't you?'
Archie Rude flinched as did Sinclair in the background as his voice rose to a shriek. And Donzig took a deep breath, looking away from them before he snarled. 'Just like Eddie D. Stupid, foolish, and deluded. So you can go wallow in the shit just like him, Freakke. Because at August on the Atlantic? You and I? We have business to attend to, eh?'
'What about the Enigma? What about D?' squeaked Rude, who nearly leapt backwards as Donzig spun again. And he screamed into the mic, shrieking.
'D! This isn't over between us either! We both know I had you, I would be the NPW Openweight Champion right now if it wasn't for that fucking clown!' Donzig frowned, taking a deep breath before he raked a hand through his beard. A shrug, and he continued. 'You and I will see each other again real soon, D. And if not you? Well, Steve? You think you have KGB problems now? Just fucking wait.'
Another scream followed by a thud filled the air. Drawing a lifted eyebrow from the elegant blonde, and she tilted her head at Sinclair. 'Sinclair, darling. I see Donzig is still upset.'
'That's a word for it.' said Sinclair, and a series of thumps followed as they glanced at the door. And then Esmeralda shrugged, patting the Baroness' arm.
'Don't worry Suit and Armand will take care of any complaints that Gus will have. And I am sure Donzig will calm down shortly.' Another bellow rang out, followed by a metallic clang and another. Sinclair stared at the door, shrugging with a faint smile at EVK.
At this point, Archie Rude walked up the hallway drawing a frown from Sinclair. EVK stared at him with disdain, then walked off with a stiff even as Rude turned to follow her hips with his eyes. Sinclair snapped her fingers, and he turned back to her with a grin which wilted under the disapproval of the Baroness. She lifted a hand, waving her fingers. 'What?'
'Ah, I was hoping to get a word with Donzig following his win.'
Sinclair blinked, and she shook her head. 'Win?'
'By DQ, it's still a win. I mean he didn't win the title, bu--' Rude said, and Sinclair glanced again at the door.
'I wouldn't bring that up if I were you.' she said flatly. But then the door was ripped open, banging against the wall as Donzig emerged into the hallway. His mask dangled from one hand, and a broken and bent chair was dragging across the floor from the other. His face was spattered with blood, and his knuckles were torn and bloody despite his taped hands. He hissed, looking around wildly at the destruction in the hallway.
The room behind was little better, furniture and gear were thrown everywhere. The wall was broken and bloody, a few holes gaping here and there as he looked between Sinclair and Rude with a scowl. They both stepped back, and Donzig's eyes narrowed on Rude as his head tilted. Sinclair shrugged, holding up her hands before she spoke. 'Mister Rude wanted to speak with you.'
Donzig grunted, and he lifted the chair before he threw it aside. It landed with a clatter and clang, and he wiped a bloody hand across his face before he spat. His mouth had been busted open it seemed, and he shook his head before he stared at the bewildered Archie Rude. 'You want some words, eh? Fine! I tried to look past this business with Freakke, I tried to look past the fact that I offered him greatness at my side, and he spat in my face!'
Archie nodded, as Donzig paused.
'But clearly, I should have done more then hand him a beating inside of that ring at Shockwave! Clearly, I let our friendship color my decisions.' Donzig nodded slowly, a blood streaked hand lifting to smooth his wild beard. And he grunted to himself, rolling his shoulders as he glanced down at the mask in his hand. 'That will not happen again. The next time I see the Carnival King? He will pay the price for his insolence, he will pay the price for his arrogance! I am going to do what I should have done at Shockwave! I will send him back home to his family in pieces, yeah? I am going to maim him, I will not be content until I take years off his career!'
Donzig paused, panting as he glared at Rude. He lifted a hand, tapping a finger against his temple as he snorted a laugh. 'You see Freakke, I was willing to meet you in that ring so you could make yourself feel better about betraying me! But you went and got in my business, you just went and cost me! Me! And the KGB that Openweight title, and why? Why? Because you're crazy? Because you have a death wish, eh?'
Donzig frowned, and he stared at Rude who swallowed as he met that angry gaze. Donzig's hand lifted again, dragging across his head before he spat on the floor once more. He shrugged his shoulders, rolling his neck before he lifted a hand that curled and uncurled into a fist as he tilted his head while he spoke. 'All I wanted from you was loyalty, Freakke. But you decided to turn your back on me, even after all we had done together! We defeated the Dark Stars our first match together! But that didn't matter because you had to side with these fucking fans didn't you?'
Archie Rude flinched as did Sinclair in the background as his voice rose to a shriek. And Donzig took a deep breath, looking away from them before he snarled. 'Just like Eddie D. Stupid, foolish, and deluded. So you can go wallow in the shit just like him, Freakke. Because at August on the Atlantic? You and I? We have business to attend to, eh?'
'What about the Enigma? What about D?' squeaked Rude, who nearly leapt backwards as Donzig spun again. And he screamed into the mic, shrieking.
'D! This isn't over between us either! We both know I had you, I would be the NPW Openweight Champion right now if it wasn't for that fucking clown!' Donzig frowned, taking a deep breath before he raked a hand through his beard. A shrug, and he continued. 'You and I will see each other again real soon, D. And if not you? Well, Steve? You think you have KGB problems now? Just fucking wait.'
