Post by Donzig on Sept 9, 2021 19:28:38 GMT -5
Blake Samuels struggles vainly, clearly trying to escape the grip that Sinclair Godfrey had on the back of his jacket. She was fairly dragging him along, shoving and pushing him down the hall with her hand tangled in the fabric. She yanked again, scowling as he tried to stop before she finally pushed him through a door. He stumbled, falling to the ground before Donzig who was--
fully dressed.
Donzig scowled, staring at Blake with his icy eyes before he turned to Sinclair. She shrugged, and Donzig raked a hand across his mouth. 'I wanted the other one, the one with the beard.'
'Archie Rude.' stated Sinclair Godfrey with a tilt of her head, absently picking at the fabric of her long coat. Blake looked between them, and Donzig sniffed.
'They have names? How novel.'
Blake pushed himself upward, frowning angrily as he jerked at his jacket. Adjusting it before he lifted a hand to tug at his tie, smoothing it before he started to speak. But he fell silent as both of them stared at him. Donzig rubbed his hands across his thighs, leaning forward as he hissed. 'You are here because it amuses me for you to be here. You actually serve no purpose for this narrative. You're a fucking set piece, not an actual character. Remember that, it will serve you will.'
Donzig leans back, and he makes his fingers into guns before he makes the 'bang, bang' motion. 'I guess what we have here is a shooting war, and I when I shoot the gift? I shoot to kill.'
A pause, and Donzig reaches up a hand to smooth his beard. 'You know Union Jack, you are not the first Brit to come at me with jokes about impotence. But at least when Fox did it? It was interesting, it was new. He also addressed my anger, so I guess as for being original goes? You suck at that, like you suck at everything else.'
A fake smile, and Donzig shrugged.
'Which brings me to my next point. I am not sure you know what a catchphrase is, I don't think you even understand the very fucking concept of a catchphrase. A catchphrase is a well-known sentence or phrase, especially one that is associated with a particular famous person. So you know what? Maybe I do have some catchphrases, but that is because I am a particular famous person.' Donzig sneered, and he lifted hand to wave absently. 'And you're that fucking guy who has a bear with his dick hanging out rap him to the ring. Which by the way? I don't think the world was quite ready for a Teddy Ruxpin GWAR mash up doing shitty raps on his way to the ring about shit he saw on the Oatmeal.com.'
Donzig paused, a brow lifting as he took a deep breath.
'Yet here the fuck we are, Jack.'
Blake Samuels gaped from where he knelt on the floor, and Sinclair Godfrey covered her mouth with her hand. Her shoulders shook, and Donzig tilted his head before he continued with a tug to his beard. 'By the way, Fox already did all the beard jokes too. I suppose, you could suggest I take Godfrey out for dinner next. But unlike my 'dear' friend, Fox? You are hardly in what I call a committed relationship so I am going to ignore that.'
'So wait, are you taking Godfrey out for dinner?' asked Blake suddenly. Donzig stared at him, eyes widening before Sinclair smacked the back of his head.
'Where was I? Oh, yes. Financial issues?' Donzig frowned, and he leaned forward again with a roll of his shoulders. 'As a wise man once said, I don't need a penny, but I need many. Don't worry about my money boy, cause I have plenty. You see I don't like to brag Jack, but did you know that my family in fact has more money then God? Did you know I am descended from wrestling royalty? That in fact, when I leave the mansion that I own here in Canada, Sinclair owns a fucking castle? A fucking estate? A fucking house in London? Listen, I am going to be real with you. I talk alot of shit about the boys back in Albany, but I own one-fucking-fifth of everything. This is not a job I do for money, Jack. I do it because I love it, I do it because this is my fucking destiny. To rule over this industry like a God! To reforge it in my image! And if I am being real with you? I know two fucking people who don't have a place in that future.'
Donzig slid to his feet, he was clearly fuming. And he spat angrily, starting to pace slowly before Blake as Sinclair kept her hand tangled in that jacket.
'Did you know, Jack. And this is going to blow your fucking mind, most wrestling promos are about winning? I know that you are busy writing out some fun tropes for your little entrances, and thinking of your next nudity spot that most promos by 99% of wrestlers are in fact! And this is fucking key! Are about winning? You see no one actually cuts promos about losing.' Donzig shrugged, barking a laugh before he waved a hand. 'Maybe you should take back your stack of self-help books, and get one about promos? Because frankly? Yours are fucking trash.'
Donzig paced again, and he frowned before he waved a hand at the camera. Fingers pointing as he scowled, shaking his head.
'You know when I joined the KGB? The Trios Tournament. Which means you had one fucking show in SWAT with me as a member, but I get that you are so fucking caught up in your next meme of an entrance? That you seem unaware of what is going on around you, probably because you are used to a little cut and paste on your creative little segments.' Donzig snorted, and he held up a hand. 'By the way, you were in SWAT as many shows with me as a member of the KGB as you were tag team champs. And you say you were against all that scheming?'
Donzig shrugs, and smiles that insincere smile again.
'Yes, that is true. Because we all know your love of competition is timeless, you would never ever do anything to avoid a fight. I mean it is not like you two are afraid of the Dark Stars are you?' A wink. 'Let me tell you a story, Jack. One that makes more sense then your endless desire to go on and on about whoever Tom is.'
Donzig sat down again, and he took a deep breath before he shrugged. 'During the War of the Roses, there was a man named Lord Stanley. Now Sir William Stanley was loyal to the king, and earned high favor for it. But his brother was not so loyal, and he would switch sides to whoever was winning. You see he had no loyalty, no honor, all he cared about was gain for himself. So as soon as he saw which side was winning? He would just turn his fucking coat, because he was a self-serving little prick.'
Donzig arched a brow, a hand lifting to tap his temple. 'Just like you and your partner. So listen, Jack. Any fucking time, you or your boy, or both of you pieces of shit want a little match with the Scourge? Baby boy, I am not the kind of man to avoid a fight. Go tell Gus what you want! And I will happily kick the fucking piss out of both you at the same time! Because frankly? I think that little of you.'
Donzig lifted a hand, wiping his mouth before he smoothed his beard. And he rose to his feet again, staring down at Blake Samuels before he shrugged. 'But the next time you presume to address the King in the North? I want you on your fucking knees, just like your little pissant friend here. And before you go and skim over Fox's promos from our match in Fireside for material? Remember this--'
Donzig leaned closer to the camera, and his hand moved to drag the camera closer with a hiss. Head tilting with a sneer, licking his lips before he spoke. '--I am not going to be lectured or talked down to by a motherfucker who looks at dinosaur porn, and says? Oh, that would be a good fucking gimmick. '
fully dressed.
Donzig scowled, staring at Blake with his icy eyes before he turned to Sinclair. She shrugged, and Donzig raked a hand across his mouth. 'I wanted the other one, the one with the beard.'
'Archie Rude.' stated Sinclair Godfrey with a tilt of her head, absently picking at the fabric of her long coat. Blake looked between them, and Donzig sniffed.
'They have names? How novel.'
Blake pushed himself upward, frowning angrily as he jerked at his jacket. Adjusting it before he lifted a hand to tug at his tie, smoothing it before he started to speak. But he fell silent as both of them stared at him. Donzig rubbed his hands across his thighs, leaning forward as he hissed. 'You are here because it amuses me for you to be here. You actually serve no purpose for this narrative. You're a fucking set piece, not an actual character. Remember that, it will serve you will.'
Donzig leans back, and he makes his fingers into guns before he makes the 'bang, bang' motion. 'I guess what we have here is a shooting war, and I when I shoot the gift? I shoot to kill.'
A pause, and Donzig reaches up a hand to smooth his beard. 'You know Union Jack, you are not the first Brit to come at me with jokes about impotence. But at least when Fox did it? It was interesting, it was new. He also addressed my anger, so I guess as for being original goes? You suck at that, like you suck at everything else.'
A fake smile, and Donzig shrugged.
'Which brings me to my next point. I am not sure you know what a catchphrase is, I don't think you even understand the very fucking concept of a catchphrase. A catchphrase is a well-known sentence or phrase, especially one that is associated with a particular famous person. So you know what? Maybe I do have some catchphrases, but that is because I am a particular famous person.' Donzig sneered, and he lifted hand to wave absently. 'And you're that fucking guy who has a bear with his dick hanging out rap him to the ring. Which by the way? I don't think the world was quite ready for a Teddy Ruxpin GWAR mash up doing shitty raps on his way to the ring about shit he saw on the Oatmeal.com.'
Donzig paused, a brow lifting as he took a deep breath.
'Yet here the fuck we are, Jack.'
Blake Samuels gaped from where he knelt on the floor, and Sinclair Godfrey covered her mouth with her hand. Her shoulders shook, and Donzig tilted his head before he continued with a tug to his beard. 'By the way, Fox already did all the beard jokes too. I suppose, you could suggest I take Godfrey out for dinner next. But unlike my 'dear' friend, Fox? You are hardly in what I call a committed relationship so I am going to ignore that.'
'So wait, are you taking Godfrey out for dinner?' asked Blake suddenly. Donzig stared at him, eyes widening before Sinclair smacked the back of his head.
'Where was I? Oh, yes. Financial issues?' Donzig frowned, and he leaned forward again with a roll of his shoulders. 'As a wise man once said, I don't need a penny, but I need many. Don't worry about my money boy, cause I have plenty. You see I don't like to brag Jack, but did you know that my family in fact has more money then God? Did you know I am descended from wrestling royalty? That in fact, when I leave the mansion that I own here in Canada, Sinclair owns a fucking castle? A fucking estate? A fucking house in London? Listen, I am going to be real with you. I talk alot of shit about the boys back in Albany, but I own one-fucking-fifth of everything. This is not a job I do for money, Jack. I do it because I love it, I do it because this is my fucking destiny. To rule over this industry like a God! To reforge it in my image! And if I am being real with you? I know two fucking people who don't have a place in that future.'
Donzig slid to his feet, he was clearly fuming. And he spat angrily, starting to pace slowly before Blake as Sinclair kept her hand tangled in that jacket.
'Did you know, Jack. And this is going to blow your fucking mind, most wrestling promos are about winning? I know that you are busy writing out some fun tropes for your little entrances, and thinking of your next nudity spot that most promos by 99% of wrestlers are in fact! And this is fucking key! Are about winning? You see no one actually cuts promos about losing.' Donzig shrugged, barking a laugh before he waved a hand. 'Maybe you should take back your stack of self-help books, and get one about promos? Because frankly? Yours are fucking trash.'
Donzig paced again, and he frowned before he waved a hand at the camera. Fingers pointing as he scowled, shaking his head.
'You know when I joined the KGB? The Trios Tournament. Which means you had one fucking show in SWAT with me as a member, but I get that you are so fucking caught up in your next meme of an entrance? That you seem unaware of what is going on around you, probably because you are used to a little cut and paste on your creative little segments.' Donzig snorted, and he held up a hand. 'By the way, you were in SWAT as many shows with me as a member of the KGB as you were tag team champs. And you say you were against all that scheming?'
Donzig shrugs, and smiles that insincere smile again.
'Yes, that is true. Because we all know your love of competition is timeless, you would never ever do anything to avoid a fight. I mean it is not like you two are afraid of the Dark Stars are you?' A wink. 'Let me tell you a story, Jack. One that makes more sense then your endless desire to go on and on about whoever Tom is.'
Donzig sat down again, and he took a deep breath before he shrugged. 'During the War of the Roses, there was a man named Lord Stanley. Now Sir William Stanley was loyal to the king, and earned high favor for it. But his brother was not so loyal, and he would switch sides to whoever was winning. You see he had no loyalty, no honor, all he cared about was gain for himself. So as soon as he saw which side was winning? He would just turn his fucking coat, because he was a self-serving little prick.'
Donzig arched a brow, a hand lifting to tap his temple. 'Just like you and your partner. So listen, Jack. Any fucking time, you or your boy, or both of you pieces of shit want a little match with the Scourge? Baby boy, I am not the kind of man to avoid a fight. Go tell Gus what you want! And I will happily kick the fucking piss out of both you at the same time! Because frankly? I think that little of you.'
Donzig lifted a hand, wiping his mouth before he smoothed his beard. And he rose to his feet again, staring down at Blake Samuels before he shrugged. 'But the next time you presume to address the King in the North? I want you on your fucking knees, just like your little pissant friend here. And before you go and skim over Fox's promos from our match in Fireside for material? Remember this--'
Donzig leaned closer to the camera, and his hand moved to drag the camera closer with a hiss. Head tilting with a sneer, licking his lips before he spoke. '--I am not going to be lectured or talked down to by a motherfucker who looks at dinosaur porn, and says? Oh, that would be a good fucking gimmick. '
