Send in the Clowns. [Honor]
Aug 11, 2021 19:05:20 GMT -5
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Post by Donzig on Aug 11, 2021 19:05:20 GMT -5
Archie Rude looked around nervously as he made his way down the dark hallway, the walls here were painted in crumbling paint, and a number of pipes ran along the walls and ceiling. He glanced at the camera man, shrugging before he drew closer to a rather battered looking metal door. Then the door was jerked open, and a man in some sort of clown costume burst forth. The man had a clown mask, and he fairly grabbed Archie to drag him closer. The painted and distorted latex mask pressed close, and the voice snarled. 'Oh, dopey, dopey, dopey look at me! I'm a clown! And I am going to roam through your title match, and ruin your chance to defeat D because you won't hurt me because I am a clown!'
Archie blinked, clearly nervous as the hands tightened on his lapels as the clown loomed closer. 'You want to hear a joke, Archie?'
'Ah?'
'Bear-o-dactyl are former SWAT tag team champions.' snapped Donzig from inside the clown mask, and he shoved Archie again.
Archie Rude was clearly not having his best day ever as Donzig's fingers slid to grab his tie, and he pressed his clown masked visage closer. His voice hissing from behind that wild painted grin. 'The Carnival King has his jokes, he has his little jibs, and his funny little comments! And his oh, so clever little tag team name! Well, you know what? I don't think clowns are all that funny! I don't think Steve Awesome is funny, and I don't think Freakke N Awesome is funny!'
Archie squeaked, and Donzig tilted his clown masked head which made the fake green hair attached to the mask move wildly.
'Eh, I guess that is a cool name.'
A shrug, and he glared at Archie. 'Do you think I care remotely what my partner is doing in this match? Do you think I have even spoken to the man who is holding what rightfully belongs to me? Because as far as I am concerned? D is as much of a fucking clown as anyone else in this match! But you know what, Archie? You know something?'
Archie shook his head, and stammered as Donzig lifted a hand. His fingers twisted into claws and he ripped off the clown costume, yanking and tearing it away to throw it across the hall. Then he reached up, and his fingers tore into the latex before he ripped that mask off violently. And like some horrid monster from beneath the wildly grinning painted clown face emerged Donzig's skull mask. He hissed, and his face pressed closer to Archie as he growled. 'I am not some fucking clown am I? I am the Scourge! I am the Harbinger of Death! I am the Chosen of the Void! And it is time everyone in this fucking match paid for their sins, because Oblivion is here!'
Archie was clearly wishing he was anywhere else in the arena then beside the clearly psychotic Donzig, who was going into full Donzig mode. And his fingers tightened on his tie, dragging him away from the hall before he spat angrily. 'You know who else is a fucking clown, Archie? You wanna know, eh? It's Gus! Gus fucking Arnold! Well, it's time I showed Gus what I think of this circus he is running!'
The announcer was flung into the darkened room, and Donzig glared at the camera before he followed after him. The door slammed shut behind him.
One Hour Later....
Outside a nice wooden door with a brass plaque that reads 'Gus Arnold' sat three figures garbed in brightly colored clothes. Wild stripes and polka dots of clashing colors covered their bodies, and their faces were painted white, red, blue, and green with wide grinning smiles. But on closer inspection their faces had been forced into those grimacing smiles by body tape. One of them with a green painted beard was clearly Archie Rude who slumped against the silk handkerchiefs that secured him to the other two.
Clearly the sound guy and the camera man.
They slumped together and on Archie's chest was a note, and in his lap was Donzig's torn and ripped latex clown mask. And the note read:
'Dear Gus, here are more clowns for your fucking circus!'
Archie blinked, clearly nervous as the hands tightened on his lapels as the clown loomed closer. 'You want to hear a joke, Archie?'
'Ah?'
'Bear-o-dactyl are former SWAT tag team champions.' snapped Donzig from inside the clown mask, and he shoved Archie again.
Archie Rude was clearly not having his best day ever as Donzig's fingers slid to grab his tie, and he pressed his clown masked visage closer. His voice hissing from behind that wild painted grin. 'The Carnival King has his jokes, he has his little jibs, and his funny little comments! And his oh, so clever little tag team name! Well, you know what? I don't think clowns are all that funny! I don't think Steve Awesome is funny, and I don't think Freakke N Awesome is funny!'
Archie squeaked, and Donzig tilted his clown masked head which made the fake green hair attached to the mask move wildly.
'Eh, I guess that is a cool name.'
A shrug, and he glared at Archie. 'Do you think I care remotely what my partner is doing in this match? Do you think I have even spoken to the man who is holding what rightfully belongs to me? Because as far as I am concerned? D is as much of a fucking clown as anyone else in this match! But you know what, Archie? You know something?'
Archie shook his head, and stammered as Donzig lifted a hand. His fingers twisted into claws and he ripped off the clown costume, yanking and tearing it away to throw it across the hall. Then he reached up, and his fingers tore into the latex before he ripped that mask off violently. And like some horrid monster from beneath the wildly grinning painted clown face emerged Donzig's skull mask. He hissed, and his face pressed closer to Archie as he growled. 'I am not some fucking clown am I? I am the Scourge! I am the Harbinger of Death! I am the Chosen of the Void! And it is time everyone in this fucking match paid for their sins, because Oblivion is here!'
Archie was clearly wishing he was anywhere else in the arena then beside the clearly psychotic Donzig, who was going into full Donzig mode. And his fingers tightened on his tie, dragging him away from the hall before he spat angrily. 'You know who else is a fucking clown, Archie? You wanna know, eh? It's Gus! Gus fucking Arnold! Well, it's time I showed Gus what I think of this circus he is running!'
The announcer was flung into the darkened room, and Donzig glared at the camera before he followed after him. The door slammed shut behind him.
One Hour Later....
Outside a nice wooden door with a brass plaque that reads 'Gus Arnold' sat three figures garbed in brightly colored clothes. Wild stripes and polka dots of clashing colors covered their bodies, and their faces were painted white, red, blue, and green with wide grinning smiles. But on closer inspection their faces had been forced into those grimacing smiles by body tape. One of them with a green painted beard was clearly Archie Rude who slumped against the silk handkerchiefs that secured him to the other two.
Clearly the sound guy and the camera man.
They slumped together and on Archie's chest was a note, and in his lap was Donzig's torn and ripped latex clown mask. And the note read:
'Dear Gus, here are more clowns for your fucking circus!'
