Post by Donzig on Aug 29, 2021 21:08:00 GMT -5
Donzig sits on the old battered wingback chair in that slowly crumbling house, and he holds a tablet in his hands. After a long moment, he flicks it onto the battered table before he leans back in the chair. He taps his fingers against his mask, snarling to himself before his fingers finally dug into the eye holes. He tore the mask off, and he tossed it onto the table as well. His face was twisted into a sneer, and a hand lifted with a swipe of claw like fingers.
'I have finally watched the triumphant entrance of Bear-o-dactyl. And frankly, it made me sick.' Donzig spat, and then he leaned forward. 'And then it pissed me off. Because it was full of lies, full of deception, full of self serving drivel! Which was a welcome change of pace from the usual diet of dick jokes and that bear throwing feces that we normally get!'
Donzig let his hand fall, and his fingers clawed at the dusty worn fabric. He picked it at, shrugging as he thought for a long moment before he spoke again.
'Where do I start? The owner is not out here booking himself ahead of talent? Bold words for people who beat the boss's handpicked tag team champions for the title. I mean, it is pretty astonishing that the two of you can stand there in that ring!' Donzig waves a hand, and fumes. 'And claim Soutter put himself ahead of you when you were in fact, holding the fucking belts! The belts you won off his stable!'
A hand fell, and Donzig stared blankly. Then he snorted, fingers moving to drag through his beard before he leaned back in the chair. He tapped his fingers against the arm of the chair, and then his hand lifted with a wave.
'You are tired of people who need a talk show to get over? A talk show to stay relevant?' Donzig stared at the camera, and he hissed. 'With all due respect? I just sat there an entire fucking parade of bullshit, and when I say 'fucking' parade? I do mean a parade of 'fucking' as in a pterodactyl and a bear! So if it is a complaint about time wasted to be relevant? I will never get that time back, nor will I get back the time for your entrances! But hey, whatever.'
Donzig scowled.
'Past his prime wanker? And his bummy mates? And his whore? That sums up my feelings about you precisely.' Donzig snapped his fingers, and he rolled his shoulders as he leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees. A pause, and he reached into the darkness to slowly produce the XHF Trios title belt, which he held up with a smirk. 'You boys see this? I don't know about what you two are thinking? But the past his prime wanker, and his bummy mates won this! This marks us as one of the most elite units in the entire fucking XHF! Meanwhile, you two, lost to Team Fairtex so you can cry about how the KGB did you wrong.'
A frown, and Donzig laid the belt across his shoulder as he leaned back again. 'The KGB you fucking beat.'
Hands lifted and spread, and Donzig shrugged. 'Which brings me to the last and final point, you came to the NPW to escape the KGB? To escape the corruption of it? My friends, this is Bandit Country. And I am here, I am always here, waiting. At the edge of the world to purify you all in the fires of oblivion. There is no escape from the Void, there is only acceptance. So while you can lie, and try to spin your shit to your liking? I know the truth, I have witnessed your sins, I have judged you and found you wanting. Oblivion awaits, and Bear-o-Dactyls?'
Donzig smiled, a slow evil expression that somehow seemed less alive then his mask.
'They are extinct, eh?'
'I have finally watched the triumphant entrance of Bear-o-dactyl. And frankly, it made me sick.' Donzig spat, and then he leaned forward. 'And then it pissed me off. Because it was full of lies, full of deception, full of self serving drivel! Which was a welcome change of pace from the usual diet of dick jokes and that bear throwing feces that we normally get!'
Donzig let his hand fall, and his fingers clawed at the dusty worn fabric. He picked it at, shrugging as he thought for a long moment before he spoke again.
'Where do I start? The owner is not out here booking himself ahead of talent? Bold words for people who beat the boss's handpicked tag team champions for the title. I mean, it is pretty astonishing that the two of you can stand there in that ring!' Donzig waves a hand, and fumes. 'And claim Soutter put himself ahead of you when you were in fact, holding the fucking belts! The belts you won off his stable!'
A hand fell, and Donzig stared blankly. Then he snorted, fingers moving to drag through his beard before he leaned back in the chair. He tapped his fingers against the arm of the chair, and then his hand lifted with a wave.
'You are tired of people who need a talk show to get over? A talk show to stay relevant?' Donzig stared at the camera, and he hissed. 'With all due respect? I just sat there an entire fucking parade of bullshit, and when I say 'fucking' parade? I do mean a parade of 'fucking' as in a pterodactyl and a bear! So if it is a complaint about time wasted to be relevant? I will never get that time back, nor will I get back the time for your entrances! But hey, whatever.'
Donzig scowled.
'Past his prime wanker? And his bummy mates? And his whore? That sums up my feelings about you precisely.' Donzig snapped his fingers, and he rolled his shoulders as he leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees. A pause, and he reached into the darkness to slowly produce the XHF Trios title belt, which he held up with a smirk. 'You boys see this? I don't know about what you two are thinking? But the past his prime wanker, and his bummy mates won this! This marks us as one of the most elite units in the entire fucking XHF! Meanwhile, you two, lost to Team Fairtex so you can cry about how the KGB did you wrong.'
A frown, and Donzig laid the belt across his shoulder as he leaned back again. 'The KGB you fucking beat.'
Hands lifted and spread, and Donzig shrugged. 'Which brings me to the last and final point, you came to the NPW to escape the KGB? To escape the corruption of it? My friends, this is Bandit Country. And I am here, I am always here, waiting. At the edge of the world to purify you all in the fires of oblivion. There is no escape from the Void, there is only acceptance. So while you can lie, and try to spin your shit to your liking? I know the truth, I have witnessed your sins, I have judged you and found you wanting. Oblivion awaits, and Bear-o-Dactyls?'
Donzig smiled, a slow evil expression that somehow seemed less alive then his mask.
'They are extinct, eh?'
