Post by Donzig on Jul 31, 2021 20:15:22 GMT -5
'I have never liked clowns. Filthy tricksters. Making mockery, and their stupid fucking jokes.' Donzig snarled, and his hands tightened on the throat of HeHe as he bent him across the top ropes, the clown gurgled trying to laugh as he stared up at the enraged face of Donzig. He flung HeHe aside, throwing him across the ring before he spun to drive a huge right hand into the face of the approaching HaHa. It was clear that they had been at this for quite some time, but the Scourge showed no signs of slowing down. He grabbed HaHa as he stumbled, and he hammered him to the mat with a thunderous DDT.
Armand's clown sprawled, and Donzig wiped his mouth as he rolled to his feet. He sidestepped HeHe making distance as he muttered angrily. 'They cover their faces in paint, so you don't know who it is making fun of you, making their little comments and jibs. And they act like they are so wise and mysterious, but they are just buffoons. Idiots. Not even understanding the things they are mocking, not understanding what it is they are about!'
HeHe chuckled, and then he came at Donzig. But Donzig took the blows, letting himself be pushed backwards before he stepped away as they reached the ropes. He grabbed HeHe's arm, driving him hard into the corner before he bounced his head aganst the turnbuckle again and again. Then he ripped him away, whipping him across the mat to collide with the other one as he rose. Donzig snarled, and he charged in to plant the rising clowns with a double clothesline. He frowned as he paced the ropes, glaring down at them before he slid to the outside. He grabbed a chair, slamming the edge of it against the cement floor before he rolled back inside.
'Acting like fools, acting like by doing everyday things they are some extraordinary.' Donzig spat. 'That they are used to trafficking in the ridiculous! And yet, that is who you want to be isn't it, Freakke? The Clown? The Carnival King, eh?'
The chair was spun, and then he brought the long edge of the chair down across HaHa's back. The clown stumbled, falling forward as he grabbed at his back even as he chuckled. Donzig spun the chair with lazy ease, and he crashed the chair across his head before he threw it aside. Then he came off the ropes, and drove a hard knee into his temple to send him sprawling on the outside. Donzig then grabbed HeHe, and hit a double arm DDT on the steel before he started to stalk around the ring again. He wiped the back of his hand across his mouth before leaning against the ropes.
The stocky clowns stirred slowly, forcing themselves back to their feet as Armand had said they would. Donzig smirked.
'Carnival is a time of excess before Lent, a time for people to indulge in sin before they turn back to penance.' Donzig snarled, and he stalked forward again to start hammering hard fists at HeHe before he flung him at the ropes. And he caught him with a spinebuster as he came off, nearly stumbling under the weight. Then he turned to snarl as he saw HaHa coming through the ropes. Donzig charged in, planting the second clown with a draping DDT before he came to his feet. He shook his head, muttering as he continued his train of thought. 'It was a time for peasants, for the rabble, for the so called Faithful to mock their betters. To make light of society, to mock the norms of the way of things! Little costumes of the grotesque and the obscene! Just like your existence mocks me, just like it mocks the KGB, just like your betrayal is an insult, eh? Right, Freakke?'
Donzig hissed, and he stalked around the ring slowly before he grabbed the chair from the mat. And he ran at the rising HeHe driving a knee into the steel before it battered against the clown's head. He fell hard, and Donzig started to stomp at him. Kicking and battering the heft frame of the clown before he spat angrily, and he hauled him back to his feet before he spun him around to drive him down against the steel with the 25:17. He kicked him from the ring, and he fairly leapt at HaHa with more punches at the back of his head.
'You did this to me! You drove me to this! You're making me do this, Freakke! I should be the Openweight Champion now, you son of a bitch!' Donzig howled, screaming as he grabbed fistfuls of HaHa's hair. He snarled in his face, spraying spittle as he dragged him around as he chortled with laughter. 'You let D steal from me! You stole from me! You stole from the KGB! And YOU will pay for it! You understand that, eh? DO YOU?'
HaHa was suddenly grabbed in a vicious chokehold, Donzig's forearm pressing hard to his throat. The clown hissed, clawing at Donzig's arm as he tightened his grip. The clown despite his size sagged to his knees, shaking his head as he tries to get away from the Sourge. Donzig yanked back, arm pressing tighter as he kept up his angry rant. 'I am going to break you, Freakke! I am going to make you into an example, so the rest of the fucking rabble know who is the fucking future! You're making me do it! You're forcing this!'
Donzig dropped the clown, and he spat as he stalked to the corner once more. The two hefty figures of the clown rose more slowly this time, and he smiled slowly before the door to the room banged open. Into the room swept Armand in his suit, with a cigarette in hand as smoke swirled around his head. He glanced at the battered and bloodied clowns, then to his Trios partner. 'Donzig, are you finished with these clowns? I have need of them for some business.'
Donzig tilted his head, sneering as he waved a hand. 'Of course, of course. I am quite finished with these clowns. Freakke is next.'
Armand's clown sprawled, and Donzig wiped his mouth as he rolled to his feet. He sidestepped HeHe making distance as he muttered angrily. 'They cover their faces in paint, so you don't know who it is making fun of you, making their little comments and jibs. And they act like they are so wise and mysterious, but they are just buffoons. Idiots. Not even understanding the things they are mocking, not understanding what it is they are about!'
HeHe chuckled, and then he came at Donzig. But Donzig took the blows, letting himself be pushed backwards before he stepped away as they reached the ropes. He grabbed HeHe's arm, driving him hard into the corner before he bounced his head aganst the turnbuckle again and again. Then he ripped him away, whipping him across the mat to collide with the other one as he rose. Donzig snarled, and he charged in to plant the rising clowns with a double clothesline. He frowned as he paced the ropes, glaring down at them before he slid to the outside. He grabbed a chair, slamming the edge of it against the cement floor before he rolled back inside.
'Acting like fools, acting like by doing everyday things they are some extraordinary.' Donzig spat. 'That they are used to trafficking in the ridiculous! And yet, that is who you want to be isn't it, Freakke? The Clown? The Carnival King, eh?'
The chair was spun, and then he brought the long edge of the chair down across HaHa's back. The clown stumbled, falling forward as he grabbed at his back even as he chuckled. Donzig spun the chair with lazy ease, and he crashed the chair across his head before he threw it aside. Then he came off the ropes, and drove a hard knee into his temple to send him sprawling on the outside. Donzig then grabbed HeHe, and hit a double arm DDT on the steel before he started to stalk around the ring again. He wiped the back of his hand across his mouth before leaning against the ropes.
The stocky clowns stirred slowly, forcing themselves back to their feet as Armand had said they would. Donzig smirked.
'Carnival is a time of excess before Lent, a time for people to indulge in sin before they turn back to penance.' Donzig snarled, and he stalked forward again to start hammering hard fists at HeHe before he flung him at the ropes. And he caught him with a spinebuster as he came off, nearly stumbling under the weight. Then he turned to snarl as he saw HaHa coming through the ropes. Donzig charged in, planting the second clown with a draping DDT before he came to his feet. He shook his head, muttering as he continued his train of thought. 'It was a time for peasants, for the rabble, for the so called Faithful to mock their betters. To make light of society, to mock the norms of the way of things! Little costumes of the grotesque and the obscene! Just like your existence mocks me, just like it mocks the KGB, just like your betrayal is an insult, eh? Right, Freakke?'
Donzig hissed, and he stalked around the ring slowly before he grabbed the chair from the mat. And he ran at the rising HeHe driving a knee into the steel before it battered against the clown's head. He fell hard, and Donzig started to stomp at him. Kicking and battering the heft frame of the clown before he spat angrily, and he hauled him back to his feet before he spun him around to drive him down against the steel with the 25:17. He kicked him from the ring, and he fairly leapt at HaHa with more punches at the back of his head.
'You did this to me! You drove me to this! You're making me do this, Freakke! I should be the Openweight Champion now, you son of a bitch!' Donzig howled, screaming as he grabbed fistfuls of HaHa's hair. He snarled in his face, spraying spittle as he dragged him around as he chortled with laughter. 'You let D steal from me! You stole from me! You stole from the KGB! And YOU will pay for it! You understand that, eh? DO YOU?'
HaHa was suddenly grabbed in a vicious chokehold, Donzig's forearm pressing hard to his throat. The clown hissed, clawing at Donzig's arm as he tightened his grip. The clown despite his size sagged to his knees, shaking his head as he tries to get away from the Sourge. Donzig yanked back, arm pressing tighter as he kept up his angry rant. 'I am going to break you, Freakke! I am going to make you into an example, so the rest of the fucking rabble know who is the fucking future! You're making me do it! You're forcing this!'
Donzig dropped the clown, and he spat as he stalked to the corner once more. The two hefty figures of the clown rose more slowly this time, and he smiled slowly before the door to the room banged open. Into the room swept Armand in his suit, with a cigarette in hand as smoke swirled around his head. He glanced at the battered and bloodied clowns, then to his Trios partner. 'Donzig, are you finished with these clowns? I have need of them for some business.'
Donzig tilted his head, sneering as he waved a hand. 'Of course, of course. I am quite finished with these clowns. Freakke is next.'
