Post by Donzig on Jul 26, 2021 19:46:56 GMT -5
Night of Champions 12, Minneapolis, Minnesota...
Donzig sits in what appears to be a darkened room, holding one of the XHF Trios Title before him. His elbows rest on his knees, and he says nothing for a long moment before his masked head tilts. And he lifts the belt as he straightens, rolling his shoulders before he hisses. 'In my hands I hold the first ever XHF Trios title, a symbol that the entire axis of the XHF has turned towards the power of the Unholy Trinity of the KGB! You see alot of people watched NPW, and they watched Breaking Point! And they thought the KGB was in trouble, that the foundation was showing cracks. Well, here are your cracks.'
A weird hissing laugh escaped him, and he settled back down. His gaze drawn to the title belt before his fingers slid across it, and then he rose to his feet. He draped the belt across his shoulder, and a hand waved as he started to slowly pace back and forth before the bench. And he shook his head, continuing. 'And once again I did it without the support of Gus Arnold, without the NPW! Because you see he would have rather had the Revenants, he would have rather had the Bastards, for fuck's sake I think he would have rather had Team Fair-goth. But despite that? Who is standing here holding this gold, eh?'
Donzig rolled his shoulders, pacing slowly before he slid the belt from his shoulder. He held it up towards the camera, and he snarled. 'Look at it, Gus. I want you and the entire NPW to see it. To see it and remember exactly which one of your superstars brought home the XHF gold, eh? You thought the Bastards were better than the KGB is that it? That what? Rob Riot was better than the the Bandit King, eh? That the Revenants were going to win these belts? No, no, no! These belong to the Bandits, yeah? KGB! And I hope it sticks in your throat, Gus!'
'This a coronation, eh? The coronation of the rightful ruler of this place! And I hope you enjoyed the fucking show, old man!' He took a deep breath, tilting his head back as he returned the Trios gold to his shoulder. He shrugged, and started to pace again with a hiss. 'All of these people they think they are so superior don't they? With their little games, and their little jokes, and their holier than thou attitudes! But at the end of the day? We are all monsters aren't we? But the difference is? I admit it, the KGB admits it! And that is why I am standing here with this fucking belt on my shoulder! And that brings me to you, Freakke.'
Donzig paused, a finger pointing at the camera. He turned slowly, and a hand lifted slowly before his fingers slid across his mask. They sank into the eyes, and Donzig pulled the Mitch Thompson-esque mask from his face. He glared at the camera, lips twisted into a scowl before a hand lifted to drag through his beard. He grunted, and adjusted the belt on his shoulder again. 'You're just like them. This could have been us, this should have been us, but instead of staying loyal? Instead of trusting me! You decided to what? To what? Cling to these fans, cling to the words of fucking Gus, eh? You have to wait, go home and look in the eyes of your family and see a good man?'
He paused, and snarled angrily. 'Bah! You think you're better than me? I know you, Freakke. I know you, and at August on the Atlantic you are going to find out that you aren't. You're going to have to go to the dark side to beat me, Carnival King! Just ask Bloodied Fox how the fuck that goes! Because I am going to put you down, friend. I am going to leave you broken in the center of that ring, and you will always remember what you did! What you chose for yourself. eh?'
Donzig laughed, that odd cackling noise as he adjusted the belt on his shoulder. Shrugging them before he turned his back to the camera, and he growled to himself. 'I tried to help you see the truth, Freakke. But you're blind to it, you rejected it, and now I have no choice. I will do what needs to be done, I always do. I am going to batter you into submission, and as you lay on your back! And the ref counts one, two, and three? I want you to think about what you did! You could have been with me right now, eh? Trios champion. But that is okay, Freakke because I don't think you had what it takes to beat the monsters in that ring. The little self deluded predators that I had to claw and fight my way past!'
A pause. 'Because you never could, Freakke. Because you're soft, because you're weak, because you couldn't make the hard choices. And soon? I am going to prove that to you, my friend. I just hope the cost isn't more then you're willing to pay, eh? Because as it is now? I am going to carve another message to Gus Arnold on your flesh.'
Donzig sits in what appears to be a darkened room, holding one of the XHF Trios Title before him. His elbows rest on his knees, and he says nothing for a long moment before his masked head tilts. And he lifts the belt as he straightens, rolling his shoulders before he hisses. 'In my hands I hold the first ever XHF Trios title, a symbol that the entire axis of the XHF has turned towards the power of the Unholy Trinity of the KGB! You see alot of people watched NPW, and they watched Breaking Point! And they thought the KGB was in trouble, that the foundation was showing cracks. Well, here are your cracks.'
A weird hissing laugh escaped him, and he settled back down. His gaze drawn to the title belt before his fingers slid across it, and then he rose to his feet. He draped the belt across his shoulder, and a hand waved as he started to slowly pace back and forth before the bench. And he shook his head, continuing. 'And once again I did it without the support of Gus Arnold, without the NPW! Because you see he would have rather had the Revenants, he would have rather had the Bastards, for fuck's sake I think he would have rather had Team Fair-goth. But despite that? Who is standing here holding this gold, eh?'
Donzig rolled his shoulders, pacing slowly before he slid the belt from his shoulder. He held it up towards the camera, and he snarled. 'Look at it, Gus. I want you and the entire NPW to see it. To see it and remember exactly which one of your superstars brought home the XHF gold, eh? You thought the Bastards were better than the KGB is that it? That what? Rob Riot was better than the the Bandit King, eh? That the Revenants were going to win these belts? No, no, no! These belong to the Bandits, yeah? KGB! And I hope it sticks in your throat, Gus!'
'This a coronation, eh? The coronation of the rightful ruler of this place! And I hope you enjoyed the fucking show, old man!' He took a deep breath, tilting his head back as he returned the Trios gold to his shoulder. He shrugged, and started to pace again with a hiss. 'All of these people they think they are so superior don't they? With their little games, and their little jokes, and their holier than thou attitudes! But at the end of the day? We are all monsters aren't we? But the difference is? I admit it, the KGB admits it! And that is why I am standing here with this fucking belt on my shoulder! And that brings me to you, Freakke.'
Donzig paused, a finger pointing at the camera. He turned slowly, and a hand lifted slowly before his fingers slid across his mask. They sank into the eyes, and Donzig pulled the Mitch Thompson-esque mask from his face. He glared at the camera, lips twisted into a scowl before a hand lifted to drag through his beard. He grunted, and adjusted the belt on his shoulder again. 'You're just like them. This could have been us, this should have been us, but instead of staying loyal? Instead of trusting me! You decided to what? To what? Cling to these fans, cling to the words of fucking Gus, eh? You have to wait, go home and look in the eyes of your family and see a good man?'
He paused, and snarled angrily. 'Bah! You think you're better than me? I know you, Freakke. I know you, and at August on the Atlantic you are going to find out that you aren't. You're going to have to go to the dark side to beat me, Carnival King! Just ask Bloodied Fox how the fuck that goes! Because I am going to put you down, friend. I am going to leave you broken in the center of that ring, and you will always remember what you did! What you chose for yourself. eh?'
Donzig laughed, that odd cackling noise as he adjusted the belt on his shoulder. Shrugging them before he turned his back to the camera, and he growled to himself. 'I tried to help you see the truth, Freakke. But you're blind to it, you rejected it, and now I have no choice. I will do what needs to be done, I always do. I am going to batter you into submission, and as you lay on your back! And the ref counts one, two, and three? I want you to think about what you did! You could have been with me right now, eh? Trios champion. But that is okay, Freakke because I don't think you had what it takes to beat the monsters in that ring. The little self deluded predators that I had to claw and fight my way past!'
A pause. 'Because you never could, Freakke. Because you're soft, because you're weak, because you couldn't make the hard choices. And soon? I am going to prove that to you, my friend. I just hope the cost isn't more then you're willing to pay, eh? Because as it is now? I am going to carve another message to Gus Arnold on your flesh.'