Retort to a Retort to a Retort
Sept 8, 2021 21:36:59 GMT -5
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Post by Donzig on Sept 8, 2021 21:36:59 GMT -5
Donzig stares at the monitor in the hallway, and says nothing. Sinclair Godfrey standing beside him, and he lifts a hand to slowly pull off his mask. He hands it to the Baroness, and rakes his fingers through his beard before he shrugs.
'Wow, just wow. I guess the fucking baby dinosaur and his Jimmy Savile sidekick really told me what was up. I guess I should be ashamed because they are fucking losers who between the two of them have as much integrity as the Taliban. But hey, whatever to each their own.' Donzig snorts, and his lips twist into a scowl before he waves a hand. 'Alot of what you say is nonsense, it is as much drivel as the self serving muck that usually spews from your mouth. But you know what? I don't get half of your references, and that is okay.'
Donzig lifts his hands, steepling them together before he taps them against his bearded chin. And his cheek twitches, and he takes a deep breath before he looks at Sinclair. Sinclair takes a step back, and Donzig's eyes seem to flare to a horrible life before he spoke again. 'You two pieces of fucking human flotsam, don't need to worry about the KGB anymore. You don't need to worry about Soutter anymore. But what you do need to worry about? Is right fucking here. I don't care if there are two of you, four of you, eight of fucking you? You are not good enough to clean the fucking shit off my boots.'
Sinclair blinks, and he lifts a hand as he continues. 'I am not sure you know what a clone is, but I promise you? That I am not one. And what is more? I promise you I will see both of you at that Battle Royal, and on that day? I am going to feed both of you your fucking teeth. Baby Dinosaur? Your old man should be ashamed, he should be disgusted that such a fucking creature as you bears his name. He should take off his mask, and roam out into the deserts of Mexico until someone forgets he spawned you. You're a fucking disgrace to him, to lucha, to Mexico.'
Donzig tilted his head, sneering. 'Dildo bear. You are the most useless creature I have ever seen. Your schtick is as tiresome as your partner, my favorite part of watching you wrestle? Is when it's over. The fucking end. When it stops.'
He smiled then, a slow evil smile that spread over his face but didn't touch his eyes. 'Spread too thin? Didn't you know? I am NPW exclusive now, maybe if you two could stop your scheming, plotting, and self-serving bullshit for two fucking minutes. Maybe if you paid the slightest bit of attention to your opponents instead of your next oh-so-funny joke, or how we can best see the cameraman catch you naked again. Keyword being AGAIN! Because you boys are super original, I mean everytime I see you guys I can't wait to see some nudity, and some fucking shit jokes. So boys don't worry about me getting too thinned out, or spread too thin!'
'I know that you two like to act like wrestling is Congress, that doing that is easier then you know winning a match. Like earning a victory inside the ring. But here we are.' A shrug, and Donzig spat. 'And I wouldn't worry about making sure everyone in the territories knows your name. Because I am one hundred percent sure that one or both of you is on some sort of list or registry.
A laugh, and Donzig continued. 'You see you two have a real problem, because look around the NPW. There is no Soutter, no Armand, it is just me. No one to appeal to my better nature, no one to hold me back. There is just me, which means there is no one to stop us when we come for you. No one at all. As they say in the song? See you soon.'
'Wow, just wow. I guess the fucking baby dinosaur and his Jimmy Savile sidekick really told me what was up. I guess I should be ashamed because they are fucking losers who between the two of them have as much integrity as the Taliban. But hey, whatever to each their own.' Donzig snorts, and his lips twist into a scowl before he waves a hand. 'Alot of what you say is nonsense, it is as much drivel as the self serving muck that usually spews from your mouth. But you know what? I don't get half of your references, and that is okay.'
Donzig lifts his hands, steepling them together before he taps them against his bearded chin. And his cheek twitches, and he takes a deep breath before he looks at Sinclair. Sinclair takes a step back, and Donzig's eyes seem to flare to a horrible life before he spoke again. 'You two pieces of fucking human flotsam, don't need to worry about the KGB anymore. You don't need to worry about Soutter anymore. But what you do need to worry about? Is right fucking here. I don't care if there are two of you, four of you, eight of fucking you? You are not good enough to clean the fucking shit off my boots.'
Sinclair blinks, and he lifts a hand as he continues. 'I am not sure you know what a clone is, but I promise you? That I am not one. And what is more? I promise you I will see both of you at that Battle Royal, and on that day? I am going to feed both of you your fucking teeth. Baby Dinosaur? Your old man should be ashamed, he should be disgusted that such a fucking creature as you bears his name. He should take off his mask, and roam out into the deserts of Mexico until someone forgets he spawned you. You're a fucking disgrace to him, to lucha, to Mexico.'
Donzig tilted his head, sneering. 'Dildo bear. You are the most useless creature I have ever seen. Your schtick is as tiresome as your partner, my favorite part of watching you wrestle? Is when it's over. The fucking end. When it stops.'
He smiled then, a slow evil smile that spread over his face but didn't touch his eyes. 'Spread too thin? Didn't you know? I am NPW exclusive now, maybe if you two could stop your scheming, plotting, and self-serving bullshit for two fucking minutes. Maybe if you paid the slightest bit of attention to your opponents instead of your next oh-so-funny joke, or how we can best see the cameraman catch you naked again. Keyword being AGAIN! Because you boys are super original, I mean everytime I see you guys I can't wait to see some nudity, and some fucking shit jokes. So boys don't worry about me getting too thinned out, or spread too thin!'
'I know that you two like to act like wrestling is Congress, that doing that is easier then you know winning a match. Like earning a victory inside the ring. But here we are.' A shrug, and Donzig spat. 'And I wouldn't worry about making sure everyone in the territories knows your name. Because I am one hundred percent sure that one or both of you is on some sort of list or registry.
A laugh, and Donzig continued. 'You see you two have a real problem, because look around the NPW. There is no Soutter, no Armand, it is just me. No one to appeal to my better nature, no one to hold me back. There is just me, which means there is no one to stop us when we come for you. No one at all. As they say in the song? See you soon.'
