Post by Donzig on Sept 1, 2021 18:20:24 GMT -5
Archie Rude frowned as he stood in the hallway before a door that bore a plaque that read simply 'Gus Arnold'. From inside he heard of all things laughter, and then the door banged open and Donzig stepped into the hall. He frowned at Archie, staring at him before Sinclair emerged from behind him with his mask tucked under her arm. Gus Arnold appeared behind them, looking oddly pleased with himself before he gave Archie a shrug. Then the door banged shut, and Archie reached up to adjust his tie before he lifted his mic with a faint smile. 'Donzig, Baroness. May I have a word?'
Donzig rolled his eyes, giving a slight shake of his head. Clearly he had enough for the day, but Sinclair rested a hand on his shoulder before giving a slight nod to Archie. He stepped closer, and tried his best to keep Sinclair Godfrety between him and the Scourge. He lifted the mic, clearing his throat before he spoke. 'You have just signed an exclusive one year deal with the NPW here on the XHF Network, how does that feel? Do you have any words for your competitors here in NPW?'
A sniff, and Donzig reached out to place a hand on Archie's neck to drag him closer. His voice a low snarl, and his eyes narrowed. 'It feels like someone in the XHF lost something, and frankly? They have no one to blame but themselves, I am the Scourge. I am The Conqueror, Death in High Places, the Lord of Chaos! I will not be treated as I have been treated as of late, Archie. No, no, no. I am the one who is many! And I will not suffer such treatments at the hands of low men. This deal is my judgment, and I will see everyone at End of Days if it amuses me.'
Archie nodded, slowly with a glance at Sinclair. She gave a faint smile, shrugging before Archie looked back to Donzig.
'As for words for my competitors? You may all think I am stuck here with you, but I promise all of you that you are stuck here with me. You all thought you had problems before? Now you have my undivided attention, you will have all the Donzig you demanded. And I will see to it that NPW is remade in my image, that I will twist it into a palace worthy of the Chosen of the Void.'
Archie said nothing, but swallowed before he lifted the mic again. 'What is going to happen with the XHF Trios titles?'
Donzig's lips twisted, and he leaned closer as he whispered. 'If I have to walk down to that ring with all three belts, and beat the shit out of whoever shows up with my own bare hands? Than that is exactly what I will fucking do. Because I am as good as I say I am, I smell like smoke because I have been through the fire, and one motherfucking man, or three, or nine, or twenty seven? I am Motherfucking Donzig, and I will break them at my feet because I fucking can. So if any of those sons of bitches in the back, Dark Stars, or Sex Pirates, or Revenants, or three fucking hobos off the street of Halifax!'
Donzig paused, taking a deep breath as his voice had risen to a shriek. Archie winced, and Donzig patted his hand on his shoulder. 'They can come crawling over here from Philly, from the South, from fucking Japan? I don't give two flying fucks, Archie. Because I will slaughter them, I will make them sit and wonder if trying to take what is mine is goddamned worth it! Because I promise you, I fucking promise you that it isn't! But if anyone feels lucky? HERE THE FUCK I AM!'
Sinclair stared at him, and Archie swallowed as Donzig glared around wildly. Then Archie tugged at his tie, and he smoothed his beard. 'Ah, and do you have anything else to say?'
Donzig smiled slowly, a wicked unpleasant looking thing as it didn't touch the rest of his face. Or those empty eyes, and he reached out slowly with a flick of his fingers. Sinclair handed him the mask, and Donzig slowly lifted it reverently before he pulled it across his face. He took a deep breath, and his voice hissed from behind the skull like visage. 'Josef Mengele, eh? You fancy yourself an angel of death, D? I am Death. I am the inevitable, the end of all things, you say I talk? That my words are empty? Hollow? Your words are lies, poison, dripping from your mouth like venom. You are the deceiver, the false, the Great Deception. You say I was lucky that Freakke saved me from a loss? But I can't help but notice that if you were a man? If you weren't just a talker? Then I would be Openweight Champion even now.'
A hiss of laughter, and Donzig lifted his hand. 'You could have demanded the match be restarted, you could have demanded a rematch, you could have done alot of things. But what did the Enigma do? Hide. Deflect. Cower. Play little games to avoid what was at hand. Because you talk a good game, D. You say all the words, and all the right things? But Actions, eh? They speak louder then words don't they?'
Donzig's masked head tilted, and he lifted a hand to drag his fingers across the cool surface before he glanced at Sinclair. Then he turned back to Archie, and he took a deep breath. 'As the Red Army swept through Germany, ten days before he would face judgment for his crimes? Josef Mengele fled, he ran into the night like a coward. Like a bitch. He went and he hid in South America, and he spent more days denying what and who he really was then he ever did presiding over human misery. And in 1979? He had a stroke and died an old man in the ocean. And for 6 years he rotted in the ground before the truth came out.'
Archie blinked, and Donzig leaned closer as his voice came out a whisper. 'But you won't have to wait that long for the truth, or for justice, D. You claim to be death, but you are a pretender, a lie, a usurper. The North has a new King, D. And you are about to find out his fucking name is Donzig.'
Donzig turned, and stormed off down the hall without another word. Sinclair shrugged, and swept after him as Archie stood in the hall with his mouth open.
Donzig rolled his eyes, giving a slight shake of his head. Clearly he had enough for the day, but Sinclair rested a hand on his shoulder before giving a slight nod to Archie. He stepped closer, and tried his best to keep Sinclair Godfrety between him and the Scourge. He lifted the mic, clearing his throat before he spoke. 'You have just signed an exclusive one year deal with the NPW here on the XHF Network, how does that feel? Do you have any words for your competitors here in NPW?'
A sniff, and Donzig reached out to place a hand on Archie's neck to drag him closer. His voice a low snarl, and his eyes narrowed. 'It feels like someone in the XHF lost something, and frankly? They have no one to blame but themselves, I am the Scourge. I am The Conqueror, Death in High Places, the Lord of Chaos! I will not be treated as I have been treated as of late, Archie. No, no, no. I am the one who is many! And I will not suffer such treatments at the hands of low men. This deal is my judgment, and I will see everyone at End of Days if it amuses me.'
Archie nodded, slowly with a glance at Sinclair. She gave a faint smile, shrugging before Archie looked back to Donzig.
'As for words for my competitors? You may all think I am stuck here with you, but I promise all of you that you are stuck here with me. You all thought you had problems before? Now you have my undivided attention, you will have all the Donzig you demanded. And I will see to it that NPW is remade in my image, that I will twist it into a palace worthy of the Chosen of the Void.'
Archie said nothing, but swallowed before he lifted the mic again. 'What is going to happen with the XHF Trios titles?'
Donzig's lips twisted, and he leaned closer as he whispered. 'If I have to walk down to that ring with all three belts, and beat the shit out of whoever shows up with my own bare hands? Than that is exactly what I will fucking do. Because I am as good as I say I am, I smell like smoke because I have been through the fire, and one motherfucking man, or three, or nine, or twenty seven? I am Motherfucking Donzig, and I will break them at my feet because I fucking can. So if any of those sons of bitches in the back, Dark Stars, or Sex Pirates, or Revenants, or three fucking hobos off the street of Halifax!'
Donzig paused, taking a deep breath as his voice had risen to a shriek. Archie winced, and Donzig patted his hand on his shoulder. 'They can come crawling over here from Philly, from the South, from fucking Japan? I don't give two flying fucks, Archie. Because I will slaughter them, I will make them sit and wonder if trying to take what is mine is goddamned worth it! Because I promise you, I fucking promise you that it isn't! But if anyone feels lucky? HERE THE FUCK I AM!'
Sinclair stared at him, and Archie swallowed as Donzig glared around wildly. Then Archie tugged at his tie, and he smoothed his beard. 'Ah, and do you have anything else to say?'
Donzig smiled slowly, a wicked unpleasant looking thing as it didn't touch the rest of his face. Or those empty eyes, and he reached out slowly with a flick of his fingers. Sinclair handed him the mask, and Donzig slowly lifted it reverently before he pulled it across his face. He took a deep breath, and his voice hissed from behind the skull like visage. 'Josef Mengele, eh? You fancy yourself an angel of death, D? I am Death. I am the inevitable, the end of all things, you say I talk? That my words are empty? Hollow? Your words are lies, poison, dripping from your mouth like venom. You are the deceiver, the false, the Great Deception. You say I was lucky that Freakke saved me from a loss? But I can't help but notice that if you were a man? If you weren't just a talker? Then I would be Openweight Champion even now.'
A hiss of laughter, and Donzig lifted his hand. 'You could have demanded the match be restarted, you could have demanded a rematch, you could have done alot of things. But what did the Enigma do? Hide. Deflect. Cower. Play little games to avoid what was at hand. Because you talk a good game, D. You say all the words, and all the right things? But Actions, eh? They speak louder then words don't they?'
Donzig's masked head tilted, and he lifted a hand to drag his fingers across the cool surface before he glanced at Sinclair. Then he turned back to Archie, and he took a deep breath. 'As the Red Army swept through Germany, ten days before he would face judgment for his crimes? Josef Mengele fled, he ran into the night like a coward. Like a bitch. He went and he hid in South America, and he spent more days denying what and who he really was then he ever did presiding over human misery. And in 1979? He had a stroke and died an old man in the ocean. And for 6 years he rotted in the ground before the truth came out.'
Archie blinked, and Donzig leaned closer as his voice came out a whisper. 'But you won't have to wait that long for the truth, or for justice, D. You claim to be death, but you are a pretender, a lie, a usurper. The North has a new King, D. And you are about to find out his fucking name is Donzig.'
Donzig turned, and stormed off down the hall without another word. Sinclair shrugged, and swept after him as Archie stood in the hall with his mouth open.
