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Post by Jonnie Valentine on Jan 9, 2022 19:33:16 GMT -5
[/giv] (Evan is filming himself on his phone in his car at a stoplight. Lance Valentine Jr. and Brian Valentine Jr. are in the backseat. The Battle of the Best trophy is in the front seat. Evan is chewing Heel Gum) Evan Valentine Jr.: Sup. (earnestly) Yo, I think we got our wires crossed so I just want to start all over again? We good? Tight. Yo, shorty. I wasn't talkin to you. I was talkin to that cueball Jesus freak that tries to mean mug behind you. It's cool. Lance can't talk either, so I probably gotta be his mouthpiece too. Lance Valentine Jr.: Psst, I got crazy mic skills. Watch this, (puts his hand on his chin) "You know, as I sit here contemplating this match, ha ha ha..." Brian Valentine Jr.: That's it? Lance Valentine Jr.: I don't have anything past the fake laugh. Evan Valentine Jr.: You gotta last name, cous, that's all you need in this biz. You're gonna prove that. Look Don Don. I bet when you wash that beard once a year, and you're toweling off all the old corn nuts and beer caps in there, you look in the mirror and you see a scary dude. Know what I see? You're just scared. Your honey dip can put all the air quotes she wants with them crusty ass nails on my X Crown but I won it and you didn't. That's what I mean when I say you green, jack. You shouldn't be running down my Dad that built the business that lets you be this crazy nut nut, you should be getting me Gatorades backstage. You shouldn't be hiding behind your tenderoni to do your mic work, you should be asking to ride with me so I can teach you under my learning tree. Brian Valentine Jr.: When is the right time to... Evan Valentine Jr.: (looks back) Ain't no one talkin to you, Brian!! Damn. Anyway, look at this lil coward, Donzig. Got more hair on his head than he do on his sack. That's cool. I'm a pick someone else, but I'll set up a folding chair in gorilla, and have you and your busted ass chick see how a real G wrestles. After that, I might even let you roll around with these two jibrones so they can teach you some work rate. Lance Valentine Jr.: (whispers) W-izzatch the knizzeelift. Evan Valentine Jr.: But honestly Donziggler, don't come looking for me to ask for a main event shot later on, because I don't show up till 10 minutes before my music plays, you feel me?
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Post by Donzig on Jan 9, 2022 22:38:45 GMT -5
Sinclair Godfrey's eyes widen, and she stares in stunned disbelief. 'Shorty?'
She seems confused, and glances back at the others before she lifts a hand to drag across her face before she frowns. 'You dare! You dare speak to the Herald of Oblivion in such a --'
Poor Sinclair seems just shocked, and she pauses as she seems to be at a loss for words. Her hands clutch at her coat, fingers twisting before she shakes her head angrily. Her eyes flashing as she frowns. 'You are not worthy of the attention of the Scourge, whelp! Not you, or your lickspittles! You think your name makes you powerful? Worthy? I should have the Death Squad hunt the lot of you down for this insolence! This impudence! They will rend the flesh from your hides! But no, you will walk the XHF cursed! The only person unworthy of--'
A hand lifted, and Sinclair fell silent as she bowed her head.
She stepped back, and the Death Squad stared at the figure of Donzig as he slowly rolled his shoulders. He leaned forward, the hand dropping to the carved oriental dragon at the head of the chair's arm. He stared at the screen, nodding to himself before his head tilted before he leaned back once more. Then he reached inside of his long leather coat to produce a blood stained screwdriver, which he absently looked at it before he let it rest against the wood before he hissed.
'Evan. Evan. Evan.'
The voice was raspier then normal, and cold as Donzig stared. Then a hand lifted, and he slowly pulled off the mask to look down at it before he handed it over to the hulking Moloch. The man nodded, and Donzig's hand moved to tug at his beard before he lifts the screwdriver to stare at it. 'In the wake of recent events, you know a certain person costing me the Spark Championship, the absolute disappointment that I didn't manage to rid the world of another person at OVN! I had decided to not speak, I decided the XHF was unworthy to hear my voice! To share my wisdom! To know my words! I tend to brood, if I have a weakness? It's self-indulgence, I am sure you can relate, Evan. But--'
The screwdriver lifted, and wagged slowly.
'From one scion of wrestling royalty to another? Well--'
A pause.
'I have had one my trademark changes of heart. You see you think your name, the name of your family should command respect. And you're right, as much disdain as I have for your father? I do respect him, and that is why I am going to do what he failed to do. I am going to beat some fucking sense and respect into his spawn. I am going to teach you that actions have consequences, and that words have meanings! And if your cousins--'
A pause, and Donzig arched a brow as he absently lowered the screwdriver covered in the blood of Fizz as he tilted his head again. 'Why are you all Junior, but no one has the same fucking name?'
A glance at first the Death Squad, who shrugged. Then a look to Sinclair, who still seemed angry as she narrowed her eyes at the camera. Donzig shrugged, and he jabbed the screwdriver into his finger, twisting it as he seemed to be checking how sharp it was. 'Too many Valentines, that is the only possible answer. But I can thin their ranks, eh? Weed out some of the weaker ones! Don't worry Evan, we will be going under a learning tree.'
Donzig finally slid to his feet, slowly crossing the room as he held the screwdriver in his hand. He studied it absently, one hand behind his back as the other held the screwdriver out at his side as it moved lazily at his words. 'And I am going to water that son of a bitch with the blood of a former X-Crown Champion, before I bury you under it's goddamned roots. Good talk.'
The screwdriver stabbed suddenly, and the camera lenses cracked and splintered under the blow. Jagged lines running across it, and then it drew back as a distorted and cracked vision of Donzig stared at it through lines of pixelations and broken glass. 'See you soon.'
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bloodiedfox
Special GUNS Acess
Fox. King. Cryptid. Stoner. Ripper. Cult. Skeleton.
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Post by bloodiedfox on Jan 10, 2022 4:40:06 GMT -5
And as the match is now official, 1 x unlimited Caff? Si! s/ Caffrey \s s/Misha\s
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Post by Donzig on Jan 16, 2022 23:39:48 GMT -5
Evan and I are going to do one Unlimited! Isn't that right, Evan!
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rd
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Post by rd on Jan 17, 2022 22:41:53 GMT -5
Ace read the card on his phone and got very excited about-facing Sam, they share lots in common as prodigies from Texas. Ace has no qualms about facing anyone of any gender identity, he's not going to hold back.
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Post by Sam Sawyer on Jan 19, 2022 10:20:06 GMT -5
rd - I'm happy to go with whatever limit you want, as it's your debut. Welcome
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Post by anthonycaffrey on Jan 20, 2022 9:02:48 GMT -5
rd - I'm happy to go with whatever limit you want, as it's your debut. Welcome Seeing how deadline is tomorrow (if you both need an extra day, that's fine), let's just have this at 1RP unlimited to keep things moving. rdThanks!
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Post by Sam Sawyer on Jan 20, 2022 14:10:47 GMT -5
rd - I'm happy to go with whatever limit you want, as it's your debut. Welcome Seeing how deadline is tomorrow (if you both need an extra day, that's fine), let's just have this at 1RP unlimited to keep things moving. rd Thanks! That's cool. I should be fine to post it tomorrow but an extra day might help, thanks.
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