Post by Donzig on Sept 5, 2021 17:50:59 GMT -5
'Donzig!' Sinclair Godfrey bursts into the room, clearly agitated with a bundle of black cloth across her arms. She holds up her arm, a black t-shirt dangling from it. She drops them to the floor, and holds one up to spread it before her. It says in big, bold, white letters: DONZIG: NOT ON THE LEVEL WRESTLING JOBBER. 'Have you seen this? This insult?'
'My opponent won, Sinclair. But in that defeat I learned something.' In a moment of surreality, Donzig hisses with laughter before he waves a hand. He reached off to the side, picking up his mask to pull it across his face before he turns. A shrug, and he slides to his feet. He is wearing one of the shirts beneath his battered leather jacket, and he clucks. 'This is not an insult, my dear. This is a penance. This is a reminder of a mistake I will not make again. A lesson learned about trust, and betrayal. I should have known better, and now I do. For once, Gus was right.'
A pause, and Donzig shrugged as Sinclair stared. He bent down, and he slowly picked the shirts from the floor. Quickly, and efficiently folding them back up as he stacked them on the chair beside the door. He handed them back to Sinclair, and sniffed. 'I have not wrestled the second match on a card since 2005, except for that time a shitty owner booked me in all opening matches as a punishment. But that is what I should have expected. That is what happens when you place your trust in an owner, in a company. You will be at their mercy, Sinclair.'
Donzig tilted his head.
'But one day, they will be at yours. And Donzig--' He taps his fingers against his temple, hissing again. 'Never forgets, never ever. Forgets.'
Sinclair nodded slowly, and she said nothing as Donzig walked across the room. He sniffed, arms behind his back as he slowly paced with a glance back at her.
'Do you remember Matthew 7:6?'
Sinclair blinked, and she smoothed her coat as she considered her answer. Donzig never asked random questions, and he was waiting. Sinclair shrugged, and she bit her lip.
'From the Bible? No, not off hand.'
'Give not that which is holy unto the dogs, neither cast
ye your pearls before swine, lest they trample them
under their feet, and turn again and rend you.'
Sinclair blinked, and Donzig turned to stare at her from the empty eyes of his mask.
'You see Sinclair, you shouldn't give to people.' A pause. 'Or dogs and hogs, things that they can not understand or appreciate. They are not worthy of them, they do not understand them, and as such? These things are wasted on them. Things like honor, loyalty, and trust and don't think that the pigs and the fucking dogs are just in NLW. Because there are alot of people even here, even in NPW who don't have a fucking clue what those words mean. Because they are self-serving beasts, they are self-serving bastards, and they will use any fucking excuse. Any fucking reason to act like those things, those rules? Don't apply them.'
Donzig stared, and Sinclair blinked as this was the most calm she had heard her mentor in quite some time. A hand lifted, and his fingers flicked as he shrugged his shoulders.
'Now some people would be quick to point out that I don't care about such words, that Great Donzig only serves his own interests. That Donzig does whatever he wants, and doesn't give a flying fuck about such things. Because what Donzig cares about? Is Donzig.' Donzig sniffed, and a hand lifted to brush across the mask before he walked a few steps before he continued. 'But they are wrong, Donzig knows exactly what those words mean. Donzig appreciates them, and how valuable they are. How rare they are, how powerful, what it means to trust someone. To be loyal to someone. To fucking respect someone. Because I am not some base villain, some mere thug. I am not some creature off the street who will hold someone up to get what I want.'
Donzig tapped his fingers against his shoulder, pacing again.
'You see if those words have no meaning? Then what I do has no meaning, Sinclair. No power, do you understand?'
Sinclair nodded slowly, looking confused but trying to understand. Donzig snorted, and motioned for her to pick up the shirts.
'Take those back to merchandising, and go get some sandbags ready. I suspect we will need them before long.'
'My opponent won, Sinclair. But in that defeat I learned something.' In a moment of surreality, Donzig hisses with laughter before he waves a hand. He reached off to the side, picking up his mask to pull it across his face before he turns. A shrug, and he slides to his feet. He is wearing one of the shirts beneath his battered leather jacket, and he clucks. 'This is not an insult, my dear. This is a penance. This is a reminder of a mistake I will not make again. A lesson learned about trust, and betrayal. I should have known better, and now I do. For once, Gus was right.'
A pause, and Donzig shrugged as Sinclair stared. He bent down, and he slowly picked the shirts from the floor. Quickly, and efficiently folding them back up as he stacked them on the chair beside the door. He handed them back to Sinclair, and sniffed. 'I have not wrestled the second match on a card since 2005, except for that time a shitty owner booked me in all opening matches as a punishment. But that is what I should have expected. That is what happens when you place your trust in an owner, in a company. You will be at their mercy, Sinclair.'
Donzig tilted his head.
'But one day, they will be at yours. And Donzig--' He taps his fingers against his temple, hissing again. 'Never forgets, never ever. Forgets.'
Sinclair nodded slowly, and she said nothing as Donzig walked across the room. He sniffed, arms behind his back as he slowly paced with a glance back at her.
'Do you remember Matthew 7:6?'
Sinclair blinked, and she smoothed her coat as she considered her answer. Donzig never asked random questions, and he was waiting. Sinclair shrugged, and she bit her lip.
'From the Bible? No, not off hand.'
'Give not that which is holy unto the dogs, neither cast
ye your pearls before swine, lest they trample them
under their feet, and turn again and rend you.'
Sinclair blinked, and Donzig turned to stare at her from the empty eyes of his mask.
'You see Sinclair, you shouldn't give to people.' A pause. 'Or dogs and hogs, things that they can not understand or appreciate. They are not worthy of them, they do not understand them, and as such? These things are wasted on them. Things like honor, loyalty, and trust and don't think that the pigs and the fucking dogs are just in NLW. Because there are alot of people even here, even in NPW who don't have a fucking clue what those words mean. Because they are self-serving beasts, they are self-serving bastards, and they will use any fucking excuse. Any fucking reason to act like those things, those rules? Don't apply them.'
Donzig stared, and Sinclair blinked as this was the most calm she had heard her mentor in quite some time. A hand lifted, and his fingers flicked as he shrugged his shoulders.
'Now some people would be quick to point out that I don't care about such words, that Great Donzig only serves his own interests. That Donzig does whatever he wants, and doesn't give a flying fuck about such things. Because what Donzig cares about? Is Donzig.' Donzig sniffed, and a hand lifted to brush across the mask before he walked a few steps before he continued. 'But they are wrong, Donzig knows exactly what those words mean. Donzig appreciates them, and how valuable they are. How rare they are, how powerful, what it means to trust someone. To be loyal to someone. To fucking respect someone. Because I am not some base villain, some mere thug. I am not some creature off the street who will hold someone up to get what I want.'
Donzig tapped his fingers against his shoulder, pacing again.
'You see if those words have no meaning? Then what I do has no meaning, Sinclair. No power, do you understand?'
Sinclair nodded slowly, looking confused but trying to understand. Donzig snorted, and motioned for her to pick up the shirts.
'Take those back to merchandising, and go get some sandbags ready. I suspect we will need them before long.'
