Post by SinclairGodfrey on Feb 18, 2022 1:26:32 GMT -5
Previously on All my Donzig-gun:
Donzig glares at a computer, and taps the screen before he turns to stare at Sinclair. 'Stealing computer files from Steve Awesome has not revealed his plans. it has just given me 45 gigs of something called 'Steve's Super Sexy Fun Time'.
Sinclair makes a face, looking disgusted before Donzig turns back to the computer. 'Maybe it's a code.'
'No, no, I am pretty sure it isn't.' sighs Sinclair.
Cut to a different scene, where the Oblivion Death Squad stare at each other. Sinclair sits before them, holding a letter before she shrugs.
'Listen, Caffrey has only offered Mormo a contract. If he goes to Fireside? He will have to go without Moloch.'
The pair stare at each other, and dramatic music hits.
Next scene:
Lord Dominicus stalks around a living room, and an odd mix of XHF stars sit staring at him. Donzig, the Death Squad, Tabitha Osbourne, Esmeralda Von Krauss, 'Death Trap', the Clowns, and apparently Takaru Matsui sit watching the Dark Lord of the XHF pace back and forth. Dominicus pauses, and lifts a hand.
'One of the people in this room is the Cereal Bowl Killer!' he bellows.
Everyone looks at each other, and then back to Domnicus before Donzig looks up bored. Then he points at DT, sneering. 'It's fucking Death Trap!'
'Me!' yells Death Trap, leaping to his feet.
[Cue Soap Opera Music]
Sinclair sits in the living room, feet kicked up over the carved arm of Donzig's throne as she sips at her tea. She frowns every so often, shaking her head before she lowers the cup to her saucer. The Death Squad sit nearby, playing what appears to be checkers. Sinclair scowls, and shakes her head as she sits the tea aside. 'This tea tastes foul.'
The door to the room bursts open, and Donzig storms inside. He pauses, looking around the room before dropping the luggage he carries in both hands. Everyone looks at him, and Sinclair arches a brow before slowly turning in the chair as she lowers the book to her thigh. Tapping it against her leg, sniffing before she rose to her feet as Donzig scoops up a few antiques to stuff into his bag. 'The tea tastes foul because I changed all of your imported British tea, with the cheap American knock offs.'
Sinclair sputters, and spits before she slid to her feet.
'What? Why?'
Donzig paused, and then he lifted a hand to slowly pull off his mask. He stared at her, then looked to the watching Death Squad before he shrugged. 'Frankly, I am not your Donzig. I am his evil twin!'
Dramatic music filled the air, and the Death Squad looked at each other before they started whispering in Armenian. And Sinclair looked mortified, and she took a step closer before a hand lifted to brush back her hair. The book tossed onto the table, and she nodded slowly as she reached down to fumble with something. 'So last night when you wanted to Netflix and chill?'
'Yeah, really that should have been a dead giveaway.'
Sinclair sniffed. 'Why?'
The Evil Twin sneered, grabbing a few more expensive items from the table. And then he shrugged, before a hand lifted to wave at her. Her eyes narrowed as she watched him, and the Death Squad looked between them. Evil Donzig leaned against the table, and absently poured himself a glass of scotch before he sipped at it. He sighed, lickin his lips before he lifted the glass to look at it. 'I thought it would be glamorous to take over his life, but you know something?'
Sinclair motioned for him to continue.
'He's miserable. He is the most miserable person I have ever met! The guy has everything, the respect of his peers, he is a gifted wrestler! He has you, he has money, he has power!'
Sinclair nodded slowly, and evil Donzig took another sip of scotch.
'He is one of the mosted hated, most evil person in like 6 feds! And he doesn't even enjoy it!'
'Well, yeah. I mean, yeah.' Sinclair admitted this, after all Donzig was a little miserable.
Even the Death Squad nodded at that, and Evil Donzig scowled.
'I honestly think he enjoys it! He actually enjoys being the most miserable person on this network!'
Sinclair shrugged, and arched a brow as Evil Donzig sat aside his glass after a final swig. He shrugged, and turned towards Sinclair as he scooped up the stolen Kingpin award.
'I think he is actually more into Bloodied Fox then you.'
Sinclair stared, her eyes widened before she brought a gun upwards. It fired three times rapidly, and Evil Donzig gaped before he dropped to the floor with a spray of blood. And she sneered at him, shaking her head as the Death Squad just looked on in disbelief. Then Sinclair lowered the gun, staring at it before she shrugged. 'That was oddly therapeutic.'
The door to the living room burst open, and Lord Dominus ran in. Donzig was at his heels, and they both froze as they saw the dead Evil Donzig on the floor. Dominicus looked at the body, then back to Donzig, then back to the body. Then he turned, lifting Donzig's mask which drew a glare from the Scourge as he drew back a step. Sinclair waved a hand, tossing the gun onto the table before she smiled. 'Ah, thank god you're here! This man was Donzig's Evil Twin!'
'There are two of them?' sputtered Dominicus.
Donzig shrugged, and Sinclair continued. 'He was the Cereal Bowl Killer! I had to shoot him before he attacked me!'
'What?' Dominicus stared, and then he turned to the Death Squad. 'Is this true?'
Mormo started to speak rapidly, shaking his head. ['No! She shot him because--]
Sinclair absently picked up the gun again, pulling back the slide as she glanced at Mormo.
['He is not the Cereal Bowl Killer!'] spat Moloch, gesturing angrily as he shoved Mormo back with a glance at Sinclair.
Dominicus nodded thoughtfully, and then he rubbed his chin with a shrug. 'I have no idea, what they are talking about! But they seem trustworthy!'
Donzig grunted, and Sinclair smiled.
'I need to call the station, this means DT didn't do anything! I need to get him released!'
Donzig sputtered.
'MOTHERFUCKER! YOU ARE THE WORST DETECTIVE EVER!'
Dominicus shrugged, and walked off as he produced his phone. Donzig glared after him, fuming before he snapped his gaze back to the three members of Donzig-gun. He shook his head, and he paced slowly around the dead body. Sinclair sighed, and sat the gun down before she resumed her seat in the chair.
'I can see why Esmeralda enjoys this sort of thing.'
Donzig glares at a computer, and taps the screen before he turns to stare at Sinclair. 'Stealing computer files from Steve Awesome has not revealed his plans. it has just given me 45 gigs of something called 'Steve's Super Sexy Fun Time'.
Sinclair makes a face, looking disgusted before Donzig turns back to the computer. 'Maybe it's a code.'
'No, no, I am pretty sure it isn't.' sighs Sinclair.
Cut to a different scene, where the Oblivion Death Squad stare at each other. Sinclair sits before them, holding a letter before she shrugs.
'Listen, Caffrey has only offered Mormo a contract. If he goes to Fireside? He will have to go without Moloch.'
The pair stare at each other, and dramatic music hits.
Next scene:
Lord Dominicus stalks around a living room, and an odd mix of XHF stars sit staring at him. Donzig, the Death Squad, Tabitha Osbourne, Esmeralda Von Krauss, 'Death Trap', the Clowns, and apparently Takaru Matsui sit watching the Dark Lord of the XHF pace back and forth. Dominicus pauses, and lifts a hand.
'One of the people in this room is the Cereal Bowl Killer!' he bellows.
Everyone looks at each other, and then back to Domnicus before Donzig looks up bored. Then he points at DT, sneering. 'It's fucking Death Trap!'
'Me!' yells Death Trap, leaping to his feet.
[Cue Soap Opera Music]
Sinclair sits in the living room, feet kicked up over the carved arm of Donzig's throne as she sips at her tea. She frowns every so often, shaking her head before she lowers the cup to her saucer. The Death Squad sit nearby, playing what appears to be checkers. Sinclair scowls, and shakes her head as she sits the tea aside. 'This tea tastes foul.'
The door to the room bursts open, and Donzig storms inside. He pauses, looking around the room before dropping the luggage he carries in both hands. Everyone looks at him, and Sinclair arches a brow before slowly turning in the chair as she lowers the book to her thigh. Tapping it against her leg, sniffing before she rose to her feet as Donzig scoops up a few antiques to stuff into his bag. 'The tea tastes foul because I changed all of your imported British tea, with the cheap American knock offs.'
Sinclair sputters, and spits before she slid to her feet.
'What? Why?'
Donzig paused, and then he lifted a hand to slowly pull off his mask. He stared at her, then looked to the watching Death Squad before he shrugged. 'Frankly, I am not your Donzig. I am his evil twin!'
Dramatic music filled the air, and the Death Squad looked at each other before they started whispering in Armenian. And Sinclair looked mortified, and she took a step closer before a hand lifted to brush back her hair. The book tossed onto the table, and she nodded slowly as she reached down to fumble with something. 'So last night when you wanted to Netflix and chill?'
'Yeah, really that should have been a dead giveaway.'
Sinclair sniffed. 'Why?'
The Evil Twin sneered, grabbing a few more expensive items from the table. And then he shrugged, before a hand lifted to wave at her. Her eyes narrowed as she watched him, and the Death Squad looked between them. Evil Donzig leaned against the table, and absently poured himself a glass of scotch before he sipped at it. He sighed, lickin his lips before he lifted the glass to look at it. 'I thought it would be glamorous to take over his life, but you know something?'
Sinclair motioned for him to continue.
'He's miserable. He is the most miserable person I have ever met! The guy has everything, the respect of his peers, he is a gifted wrestler! He has you, he has money, he has power!'
Sinclair nodded slowly, and evil Donzig took another sip of scotch.
'He is one of the mosted hated, most evil person in like 6 feds! And he doesn't even enjoy it!'
'Well, yeah. I mean, yeah.' Sinclair admitted this, after all Donzig was a little miserable.
Even the Death Squad nodded at that, and Evil Donzig scowled.
'I honestly think he enjoys it! He actually enjoys being the most miserable person on this network!'
Sinclair shrugged, and arched a brow as Evil Donzig sat aside his glass after a final swig. He shrugged, and turned towards Sinclair as he scooped up the stolen Kingpin award.
'I think he is actually more into Bloodied Fox then you.'
Sinclair stared, her eyes widened before she brought a gun upwards. It fired three times rapidly, and Evil Donzig gaped before he dropped to the floor with a spray of blood. And she sneered at him, shaking her head as the Death Squad just looked on in disbelief. Then Sinclair lowered the gun, staring at it before she shrugged. 'That was oddly therapeutic.'
The door to the living room burst open, and Lord Dominus ran in. Donzig was at his heels, and they both froze as they saw the dead Evil Donzig on the floor. Dominicus looked at the body, then back to Donzig, then back to the body. Then he turned, lifting Donzig's mask which drew a glare from the Scourge as he drew back a step. Sinclair waved a hand, tossing the gun onto the table before she smiled. 'Ah, thank god you're here! This man was Donzig's Evil Twin!'
'There are two of them?' sputtered Dominicus.
Donzig shrugged, and Sinclair continued. 'He was the Cereal Bowl Killer! I had to shoot him before he attacked me!'
'What?' Dominicus stared, and then he turned to the Death Squad. 'Is this true?'
Mormo started to speak rapidly, shaking his head. ['No! She shot him because--]
Sinclair absently picked up the gun again, pulling back the slide as she glanced at Mormo.
['He is not the Cereal Bowl Killer!'] spat Moloch, gesturing angrily as he shoved Mormo back with a glance at Sinclair.
Dominicus nodded thoughtfully, and then he rubbed his chin with a shrug. 'I have no idea, what they are talking about! But they seem trustworthy!'
Donzig grunted, and Sinclair smiled.
'I need to call the station, this means DT didn't do anything! I need to get him released!'
Donzig sputtered.
'MOTHERFUCKER! YOU ARE THE WORST DETECTIVE EVER!'
Dominicus shrugged, and walked off as he produced his phone. Donzig glared after him, fuming before he snapped his gaze back to the three members of Donzig-gun. He shook his head, and he paced slowly around the dead body. Sinclair sighed, and sat the gun down before she resumed her seat in the chair.
'I can see why Esmeralda enjoys this sort of thing.'