Rebirth, Revolution, and Oblivion (RP #1)
Nov 10, 2021 21:39:17 GMT -5
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Post by Donzig on Nov 10, 2021 21:39:17 GMT -5
Flames light up the night, sparks and glowing ashes swirling into the cloudy sky of England. In the distance stands a distinctive looking factory made of brick. It had a square looking tower and a series of arches at the top. It was lit in the darkness, and the city streched beyond it. But that was not important, what was important were the four figures gathered around the fire. There was a woman with reddish hair, her face half hidden by a hood as her long coat was gathered around her as she stood there beside a taller more menacing figure.
He wore a long leather coat, the hood drawn up over his face. Beneath that hood was a mask that vaguely resembled a skull that glowed red in the firelight. That figure stared into the flames, heedless of the other three. On either side of that pair were two hulking forms clad in black fatigues with their arms bared, they each had black painted skull masks over their faces as they loomed large. And then the main figure spoke, his words a hiss that were barely heard over the hiss and crackle of the fire.
'Derby, England! Oblivion has come.' A pause, and Donzig lifted his masked face as his arms rose at his sides. He sniffed. 'We stand here in the shadow of one of the birthplaces of the Industrial Revolution, in the shadow of Lombe's Mill. You see here in Derby, this factory one of the first of it's kind they produced silk! They created this silk from the cocoons of moths that were soaked in water. and thrown on machines.'
Donzig tilted his head, and his voice dropped back to a hiss with a shrug.
'All of that is irrelevant, but what is relevant? Is that the Industrial Revolution changed England, changed the world forever! That after this factory first fired up it's first machine to make it's first skein of silk? Everything was different! It was a new fucking world, eh? And though it was brought amidst pain, suffering, and the fires of industry! Though it came with clouds of smoke, and the roar of machines? No birth, no change, no future is without pain! Is without--'
Donzig paused, and glanced at his three companions.
'Chaos.'
The brutish forms of the Oblivion Death Squad drew closer to Sinclair Godfrey as she watched Donzig with feverish eyes as he started to slowly pace around the roaring fire. His coat snapping angrily in the breeze as sparks and flames swirled wildly as he waved a hand, and he shook his hooded head. 'And we are that change, we are the agents of that Chaos, and now Reign? Well, Reign belongs to us. And unfortunately for Soberano, which I understand means 'Sovereign' more on that in a minute, I have no intention of walking out of Reign's debut show on the XHF without what is mine.'
A hand lifted to tap against his mask, and then he shrugged.
'Or covered in blood, holding my pound of flesh. I am a very easy man to please.'
The three with him wisely said nothing, after all everyone knew that Donzig was impossible to please. He was never satisfied honestly, but that was a different story.
'Donzig was born in Pittsburgh, he was born in the shadows of the dying factories of the New World. He drew his first breath in the smog laden air of the Steel City, and he grew on it's streets. The city is in his blood, and he knows all about the fires of Industry. He knows very well what it is to fight in the Jungle, and the price to be paid for success, eh? To a machine, or a cog in the machine. To be in the Industry, to be ground down by it or to rise up and be the pinnacle of what it is! To be it's greatest creation!' Donzig's voice had risen to a shriek, and he paused as he steepled his hands before him. He took a deep breath, and then exhaled with a hiss before he continued in that low growl. 'But I rose in England, the Scourge breathed his first air here! And the blood of our forefathers soaks this ground!'
Donzig slammed a fist to his chest, and he pointed towards the West as he snarled. 'My Great Grandfather was born in Wales, he was born not four fucking hours from this place! And so no! No, no, no, Soberano! I don't think I will let you play Sovereign today, I don't think I will let you walk into the Queen's Hall and think for a second! Not one fucking second! That you have a chance of defeating the Scourge! Don't you know who I am Soberano? I have as many names as there are ways to hurt someone, I have as many names as there are ways to cause pain, they are as countless as the stars in the sky! And there are some, there are some in the XHF itself who have mocked that!'
Donzig glared at the camera, and Sinclair snorted a laugh before falling silent. He shrugged and paced onward, walking in a lazy circle around the bonfire. 'But all of those names, have been given to me by those I have conquered. So maybe you, or the people of Reign, or some of these other rabble on the XHF think that I am beaten, eh? Is that it? That Great Donzig has become easy meat? That maybe as I was pulled from the fucking pyre in Philadelphia, that as my beloved Children of the Fall dragged me from that ring as it was engulfed in flame that maybe? You all think I am finished, eh? Well, no, no. no!'
He snapped angrily, and his hand rose to curl into a fist as he stared into the flames as they leapt before him. And he tilted his head, shaking back the leather hood as he snarled. 'For a second, for just a second as I stood there in that ring? I underestimated Steve Awesome, I thought he was finished. I looked down and all I could see was defeat in his eyes! And in that moment, just for a split second--' Donzig hissed, a hand lifting to pinch a narrow space between them. '--I was vulnerable! But!'
Donzig lifted a finger, and he shrugged. 'I am still Death in High Places, I am still the Scourge! And I am still the Herald of Oblivion! And that Soberano makes more then enough of a match for you! So at Queen's Hall? I am going to batter you from Pillar to Post! I am not sure what you know about Catch wrestling, and frankly I don't care. Because I am more then capable of beating your ass in whatever way it amuses me! Do you think I am not capable of putting you in a submission hold, eh? Or that you are going to out fight me? Because Soberano? You can't. My destiny is at hand, and I will become the master of Reign!'
He paused, taking a deep breath before he steepled his fingers before him. He tapped them against his mask as he slowly walked back and forth as his acolytes watched him without comment, the flames swirling and snapping in the wind as sparks and ashes billowed upwards as he shook his head. 'Soberano, I am going to drag you through the depths of the Abyss, I am going to drag you kicking and screaming into the Void! And then I am going to leave your broken carcass laying in the Queen's Hall as I hold the Catch as Catch Can plate over it! Because it is time once again for XHF to fear the inevitable, it is once again time for them to stand before the fury of the Endless Dark, and know that I am everything I say I am!'
Donzig's lazy pacing drew him closer to his minions, and he lifted a hand to sink his fingers into the empty eyes of the mask. He tugged it off, and hissed as he handed it off to Sinclair Godfrey who bowed her head to him as she cradled it. A hand lifted and fingers raked through his beard as his angry gaze narrowed, the flames reflected in those empty merciless eyes as he lifted his hands again. 'And I will liberate Reign from the constraints of this world, I will bring it to a new age! The Empty Night! And everyone in Derby, England! From the Lombe's Mill to the Queen's Hall can rejoice! And you can rejoice as well, Soberano! Because--'
Donzig smiled, a cold empty smile that didn't touch those eyes as his face twisted. '--Oblivion has come! I have come, and the Great Darkness? It is coming with me.'
He wore a long leather coat, the hood drawn up over his face. Beneath that hood was a mask that vaguely resembled a skull that glowed red in the firelight. That figure stared into the flames, heedless of the other three. On either side of that pair were two hulking forms clad in black fatigues with their arms bared, they each had black painted skull masks over their faces as they loomed large. And then the main figure spoke, his words a hiss that were barely heard over the hiss and crackle of the fire.
'Derby, England! Oblivion has come.' A pause, and Donzig lifted his masked face as his arms rose at his sides. He sniffed. 'We stand here in the shadow of one of the birthplaces of the Industrial Revolution, in the shadow of Lombe's Mill. You see here in Derby, this factory one of the first of it's kind they produced silk! They created this silk from the cocoons of moths that were soaked in water. and thrown on machines.'
Donzig tilted his head, and his voice dropped back to a hiss with a shrug.
'All of that is irrelevant, but what is relevant? Is that the Industrial Revolution changed England, changed the world forever! That after this factory first fired up it's first machine to make it's first skein of silk? Everything was different! It was a new fucking world, eh? And though it was brought amidst pain, suffering, and the fires of industry! Though it came with clouds of smoke, and the roar of machines? No birth, no change, no future is without pain! Is without--'
Donzig paused, and glanced at his three companions.
'Chaos.'
The brutish forms of the Oblivion Death Squad drew closer to Sinclair Godfrey as she watched Donzig with feverish eyes as he started to slowly pace around the roaring fire. His coat snapping angrily in the breeze as sparks and flames swirled wildly as he waved a hand, and he shook his hooded head. 'And we are that change, we are the agents of that Chaos, and now Reign? Well, Reign belongs to us. And unfortunately for Soberano, which I understand means 'Sovereign' more on that in a minute, I have no intention of walking out of Reign's debut show on the XHF without what is mine.'
A hand lifted to tap against his mask, and then he shrugged.
'Or covered in blood, holding my pound of flesh. I am a very easy man to please.'
The three with him wisely said nothing, after all everyone knew that Donzig was impossible to please. He was never satisfied honestly, but that was a different story.
'Donzig was born in Pittsburgh, he was born in the shadows of the dying factories of the New World. He drew his first breath in the smog laden air of the Steel City, and he grew on it's streets. The city is in his blood, and he knows all about the fires of Industry. He knows very well what it is to fight in the Jungle, and the price to be paid for success, eh? To a machine, or a cog in the machine. To be in the Industry, to be ground down by it or to rise up and be the pinnacle of what it is! To be it's greatest creation!' Donzig's voice had risen to a shriek, and he paused as he steepled his hands before him. He took a deep breath, and then exhaled with a hiss before he continued in that low growl. 'But I rose in England, the Scourge breathed his first air here! And the blood of our forefathers soaks this ground!'
Donzig slammed a fist to his chest, and he pointed towards the West as he snarled. 'My Great Grandfather was born in Wales, he was born not four fucking hours from this place! And so no! No, no, no, Soberano! I don't think I will let you play Sovereign today, I don't think I will let you walk into the Queen's Hall and think for a second! Not one fucking second! That you have a chance of defeating the Scourge! Don't you know who I am Soberano? I have as many names as there are ways to hurt someone, I have as many names as there are ways to cause pain, they are as countless as the stars in the sky! And there are some, there are some in the XHF itself who have mocked that!'
Donzig glared at the camera, and Sinclair snorted a laugh before falling silent. He shrugged and paced onward, walking in a lazy circle around the bonfire. 'But all of those names, have been given to me by those I have conquered. So maybe you, or the people of Reign, or some of these other rabble on the XHF think that I am beaten, eh? Is that it? That Great Donzig has become easy meat? That maybe as I was pulled from the fucking pyre in Philadelphia, that as my beloved Children of the Fall dragged me from that ring as it was engulfed in flame that maybe? You all think I am finished, eh? Well, no, no. no!'
He snapped angrily, and his hand rose to curl into a fist as he stared into the flames as they leapt before him. And he tilted his head, shaking back the leather hood as he snarled. 'For a second, for just a second as I stood there in that ring? I underestimated Steve Awesome, I thought he was finished. I looked down and all I could see was defeat in his eyes! And in that moment, just for a split second--' Donzig hissed, a hand lifting to pinch a narrow space between them. '--I was vulnerable! But!'
Donzig lifted a finger, and he shrugged. 'I am still Death in High Places, I am still the Scourge! And I am still the Herald of Oblivion! And that Soberano makes more then enough of a match for you! So at Queen's Hall? I am going to batter you from Pillar to Post! I am not sure what you know about Catch wrestling, and frankly I don't care. Because I am more then capable of beating your ass in whatever way it amuses me! Do you think I am not capable of putting you in a submission hold, eh? Or that you are going to out fight me? Because Soberano? You can't. My destiny is at hand, and I will become the master of Reign!'
He paused, taking a deep breath before he steepled his fingers before him. He tapped them against his mask as he slowly walked back and forth as his acolytes watched him without comment, the flames swirling and snapping in the wind as sparks and ashes billowed upwards as he shook his head. 'Soberano, I am going to drag you through the depths of the Abyss, I am going to drag you kicking and screaming into the Void! And then I am going to leave your broken carcass laying in the Queen's Hall as I hold the Catch as Catch Can plate over it! Because it is time once again for XHF to fear the inevitable, it is once again time for them to stand before the fury of the Endless Dark, and know that I am everything I say I am!'
Donzig's lazy pacing drew him closer to his minions, and he lifted a hand to sink his fingers into the empty eyes of the mask. He tugged it off, and hissed as he handed it off to Sinclair Godfrey who bowed her head to him as she cradled it. A hand lifted and fingers raked through his beard as his angry gaze narrowed, the flames reflected in those empty merciless eyes as he lifted his hands again. 'And I will liberate Reign from the constraints of this world, I will bring it to a new age! The Empty Night! And everyone in Derby, England! From the Lombe's Mill to the Queen's Hall can rejoice! And you can rejoice as well, Soberano! Because--'
Donzig smiled, a cold empty smile that didn't touch those eyes as his face twisted. '--Oblivion has come! I have come, and the Great Darkness? It is coming with me.'