Post by Donzig on Aug 7, 2021 11:09:17 GMT -5
After August at the Atlantic 3....
Donzig swatted aside the medical staff after AotA3, snarling as he stalked back and forth in the training room. His eyes narrowed on them as they quickly withdrew, and he lifted a hand to wipe at the dried blood that was caked across his features before he spat. He paced back and forth, shaking his head as he cast a look at the watching Sinclair before he paused.
'I thought this was the end, I thought this--' Donzig hissed, head tilting as he thought. '--shit was over. But no, no. It seems that I once again have to go toe to toe with Freakke at Honor! Oh, but this time?'
Donzig snarled, and he swept all the medical gear off the nearby counter. It hit the floor with as crash, bouncing and scattering across the floor. Sinclair flinched and Donzig kicked some of it aside, he was clearly furious as he waved an angry hand at the camera. A pause, and his hand lifted to drag through his beard before he pointed at the camera. 'I get to team up with the man who has something that rightfully belongs to me! To ME! And that is that NPW Openweight Championship, and that is you 'D'. We all know you got lucky last time, we all know what happened!'
Donzig paused, and he grabbed the stool before he scooped it up to throw it at the wall. It cracked the drywall, and bounced against the floor before he wiped a hand across his mouth. His shoulders heaved, as he panted before taking a deep breath. Then he started to pace again, and he kicked some of the mess from his path before he growled again. 'Freakke happened! That piece of shit Steve Awesome happened! And now, I have my chance at revenge don't I? Yeah, yeah I do! But of course, I have to team with D to get it, eh?'
Donzig shook his head, scowling as he picked up that stool again before he slammed it down against the training table. It rose and fell three times, cracking against the table before it was thrown aside. And then the table was flung aside, flipped over as he stared around angrily. Sinclair Godfrey still standing against the side of the door watching, her fingers pressed to her chin. Donzig kicked the stool, and snarled at the camera. 'Well, fine. Because after what I do to those two thieves at Honor! There will be no one left to get between you and D will there? No one to fucking save you from me! Because I want what should be rightfully mine, and I am going to have it!'
Donzig spat again, and blood was trickling across his face as he looked around the wrecked room. He took a deep breath, and fingers raking through his beard before he waved a hand. 'But it isn't your fault is it, D? No, no, no. We both know who is really responsible for all of this! ALL OF THIS DON'T WE?'
His voice dropped to a whisper, and he shook his head. 'It's you, Gus. You're doing this, you're doing all of this! You're making me do this. Their blood is going to be on your hands, everything that happens at honor? Your fault! Your fault, not mine! You just keep poking the bear don't you!' Donzig shook his head, pacing again as he wiped at his face before he kicked the stool across the room again. 'It's fine, eh? I will let you watch what I do to Steve and Freakke at Honor, and then? I will make sure that your precious Enigma knows who is coming for him! Because they all need to know, and you need to know who is the rightful Openweight Champion! And I am going to show all of you, eh?'
Donzig paused by the counter, and he reached down to lift his mask from where it had been sat. He held it up, gazing at it before he slowly pulled it into his place over his face. He shivered, shoulders rolling before he turned to stare at the camera again. He hissed, head tilting before he motioned for Sinclair to hand him his coat, and he shook it out lazily before he draped it across his shoulders. A hand lifting, and he surveyed the destruction before he hissed. 'The Void is coming to Honor, and the Void hungers.'
Donzig swatted aside the medical staff after AotA3, snarling as he stalked back and forth in the training room. His eyes narrowed on them as they quickly withdrew, and he lifted a hand to wipe at the dried blood that was caked across his features before he spat. He paced back and forth, shaking his head as he cast a look at the watching Sinclair before he paused.
'I thought this was the end, I thought this--' Donzig hissed, head tilting as he thought. '--shit was over. But no, no. It seems that I once again have to go toe to toe with Freakke at Honor! Oh, but this time?'
Donzig snarled, and he swept all the medical gear off the nearby counter. It hit the floor with as crash, bouncing and scattering across the floor. Sinclair flinched and Donzig kicked some of it aside, he was clearly furious as he waved an angry hand at the camera. A pause, and his hand lifted to drag through his beard before he pointed at the camera. 'I get to team up with the man who has something that rightfully belongs to me! To ME! And that is that NPW Openweight Championship, and that is you 'D'. We all know you got lucky last time, we all know what happened!'
Donzig paused, and he grabbed the stool before he scooped it up to throw it at the wall. It cracked the drywall, and bounced against the floor before he wiped a hand across his mouth. His shoulders heaved, as he panted before taking a deep breath. Then he started to pace again, and he kicked some of the mess from his path before he growled again. 'Freakke happened! That piece of shit Steve Awesome happened! And now, I have my chance at revenge don't I? Yeah, yeah I do! But of course, I have to team with D to get it, eh?'
Donzig shook his head, scowling as he picked up that stool again before he slammed it down against the training table. It rose and fell three times, cracking against the table before it was thrown aside. And then the table was flung aside, flipped over as he stared around angrily. Sinclair Godfrey still standing against the side of the door watching, her fingers pressed to her chin. Donzig kicked the stool, and snarled at the camera. 'Well, fine. Because after what I do to those two thieves at Honor! There will be no one left to get between you and D will there? No one to fucking save you from me! Because I want what should be rightfully mine, and I am going to have it!'
Donzig spat again, and blood was trickling across his face as he looked around the wrecked room. He took a deep breath, and fingers raking through his beard before he waved a hand. 'But it isn't your fault is it, D? No, no, no. We both know who is really responsible for all of this! ALL OF THIS DON'T WE?'
His voice dropped to a whisper, and he shook his head. 'It's you, Gus. You're doing this, you're doing all of this! You're making me do this. Their blood is going to be on your hands, everything that happens at honor? Your fault! Your fault, not mine! You just keep poking the bear don't you!' Donzig shook his head, pacing again as he wiped at his face before he kicked the stool across the room again. 'It's fine, eh? I will let you watch what I do to Steve and Freakke at Honor, and then? I will make sure that your precious Enigma knows who is coming for him! Because they all need to know, and you need to know who is the rightful Openweight Champion! And I am going to show all of you, eh?'
Donzig paused by the counter, and he reached down to lift his mask from where it had been sat. He held it up, gazing at it before he slowly pulled it into his place over his face. He shivered, shoulders rolling before he turned to stare at the camera again. He hissed, head tilting before he motioned for Sinclair to hand him his coat, and he shook it out lazily before he draped it across his shoulders. A hand lifting, and he surveyed the destruction before he hissed. 'The Void is coming to Honor, and the Void hungers.'
