Post by Donzig on Feb 23, 2022 21:33:20 GMT -5
'....Along came a jumbuck to drink at the billabong,
Upjumped the swagman and grabbed him with glee,
And he sang as he stowed that jumbuck in his tucker bag,
You'll come a-waltzing Matilda, with me.'
A voice sang from the darkness, raspy and slightly off key. And then the voice continued, the song echoing off unseen walls.
'Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda.
Who'll come waltzing Matilda, with me?
And he sang as he watched and waited 'til his billy boiled,
Who'll come waltzing with me?'
Flames erupted as the voice stopped, fire leapt and crackled in the darkness sparks flying to reveal a slowly crumbling building somwhere in Mexico no doubt. Graffati covered the walls, grinning skulls, and weeping angels. Words covered the cracked and stained walls, and sparks swirled as Donzig stepped from the shadows. The flames swirled wildly, gleaming off the metal of his mask as he stared into the flames. Figures moved in the dim shadows behind him, no doubt they were Donzig-gun. And he lifted a hand, and shrugged.
'Aiden Merric. We have been waiting for you to appear, you see contrary to what everyone here at the XHF thinks? I am a patient man, I am as patient as a tomb. Because I know that the future?' Donzig lifted a hand, finger extended as he tilted his head. 'Well, the future is mine. I am inevitable, eternal, always waiting. And you maybe all the things you claim you are?'
A pause, Donzig absently counted off on his fingers.
'The two-time Phoenix Champion, who was never eaten by a bear.' A pause, and Donzig lifted his hand as a rather feminine snort of laughter came from the shadows. And Donzig sniffed, shaking his head in disgust. 'GUNS, I swear.'
Another snort of laughter, and Donzig stared into the darkness before he continued.
'And a year ago you competed for the X-crown?'
Donzig's hands lifted and he clapped mockingly, clearly amused as he slowly walked around that burning trash barrel. And he sniffed, before he stopped to glare from behind his mask.
'I have a saying, Aiden. And that is this--'
Donzig's hand lifted, and it splayed across that mask before the fingers sank into the empty eyes of the mask. He tugged it off, and he tossed it into the darkness where a hand snapped out to catch it. Sinclair Godfrey from the looks of it, and Donzig waved a hand as his cold, empty eyes that seemed to show less life then that mask. Those eyes narrowed, and his hand lifted to rake his fingers through his wild beard.
'--YESTERDAY DON'T MEAN SHIT' A quick nod, and Donzig took a deep breath. He stared into the flames, lifting his gaze upwards as a hand rose to tap a finger against his mouth. He said nothing for a long moment, and he hissed in that raspy voice. 'You see? Some people might value those titles, they might appreciate what they mean, Aiden! But, no, no, no, not me Aiden! I have held gold, and all it is a fucking lie! A fleeting moment, because you see what I am? Is beyond mere titles, mere championships! I am the Scourge, the final judgment of an uncaring universe on you people! Your past glories are as ash, they are as fucking dust! Because you see? This is my time now, the future is fucking now! So you can simp all day, and keister stash all the phones you want! Because you see?'
Donzig stared into the flames, and they reflected in those cold eyes as his hands rose to steeple together before him. Fingers tapped against his lips, and he scowled as he shook his head before he continued as the fire snapped sending a cloud of sparks swirling upwards.
'Just like every other piece of shit wrestler in this company who doubted what I am, who didn't believe that the hour had come? The Fizzes, the Death Traps, the Caffreys, and the gods be damned Jeffrey Vipers!' A hand snapped outward, and he shrugged. 'And the Bloodied Foxes, don't think I forgot about you, old friend. You can hide in the South as long as you want, but you know, you know of all people how patient I am. How long I will wait for what is mine!'
A pause.
'I am going to take my pound of flesh from you, Aiden. You will not leave my killing field the same as you entered, I promise you that. You fancy yourself a hunter, eh? A regular old Nimrod? Is that it? Well, no one hunts the Great Beast, Aiden. No one stalks Death in High Places! I am going to send you and your troll man back to Van Diemen's Land in pieces for your insults, your little fucking jokes, eh?'
A scowl, and Donzig circles around the fire as a hand lifts to trail across the garish paint sprayed across the mouldering wall. His gaze settled on a skull faced angel weeping tears of blood, and he sniffed before he licked his lips. A shrug, and he tilted his head once more as he growled.
'You see you may have faced the likes of Lord Dominicus before! You may have faced bears, gods, and monsters! Legends, eh? But you can't prepare for Donzig, you can't prepare for the Lord of Chaos, Aiden. You have no idea what I am capable of, no idea of the things I will do to you, you love a fight?' Donzig lifted a hand, slamming a fist against his chest with a shrug. 'I live to fight, the fighy is the only reason I am here. The only time I feel alive is inside that ring, the only time I feel anything at all is when I am inside of that ring! And I am going to show you exactly what the difference is, Aiden. Oh, I am going to show you.'
He stepped away from the wall, walking back towards the flames as he stared into them. And he lifted a hand absently, and the Oblivion Death Squad stalked from the darkness to stand across the flames. Their black tactical skull masks gleamed in the red glow, and they stared at the pacing form of Donzig. The big brutes grumbled, rolling their shoulders as they said nothing. Sinclair Godfrey stepped out closer to Donzig, her long coat snapping around her as she held Donzig's mask cradled in her arm, and she lifted her head with a faint smirk as Donzig frowned.
'Do you think these people are here to protect me, Aiden? No, no, no. I don't need any protection from the likes of you. Donzig-gun is here because it amuses me for them to be here, they are here to witness the work of the Scourge. And sadly? You're the work of the Scourge now.' His head lifted, and he sniffed before he shrugged. 'You want all the plates as your spoils? I want them too, except to me? They will just be offerings to the Void, symbols of my dominion over this world, but you see? I already have these things, I don't need them.'
His head tilted and Donzig-gun watched their master, as he spat before looking back to the flames.
'You speak of decimation? What do you know about it, Aiden? But since you just want a fight? You don't want all of these schemes and designs, eh? Well, that is fine because I will give you a fucking fight. I will kick the shit out of you from pillar to post, I will grind you into the hungry earth of Mexico! I wll hand you such a beating that even the fuck knuckles in GUNs will feel it. I want the entire XHF to see what I do to you, I want everyone to see what a fucking fight I hand your ass.'
Donzig shrugged, and extended a hand into which Sinclair Godfrey laid his mask. He stared down at it, and then he slowly pulled it back into place across his face. Donzig-gun then faded back into the darkness, and he lifted his head to look at the camera.
'Luchadors wear masks to become the warrior, Aiden. To symbolize what they hope to become, what they believe, eh? You see without the mask they are nothing, they are just a man. And so you can mock my mask, but to me? This is my real face, this is what I am, what I aspire to be.' The masked head lifted, a hand waved. 'I aspire to be death, Aiden. I aspire to be the end of all things. That should tell you what awaits you.
Donzig reached back, pulling up his leather hood before he turned to walk back into the shadows. Then he paused, looking back over his shoulder.
'Oh, you're Aussie Man? Since you mentioned other places, you know I already beat the baddest man in Australia.'
A pause.
'See you soon.'
Upjumped the swagman and grabbed him with glee,
And he sang as he stowed that jumbuck in his tucker bag,
You'll come a-waltzing Matilda, with me.'
A voice sang from the darkness, raspy and slightly off key. And then the voice continued, the song echoing off unseen walls.
'Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda.
Who'll come waltzing Matilda, with me?
And he sang as he watched and waited 'til his billy boiled,
Who'll come waltzing with me?'
Flames erupted as the voice stopped, fire leapt and crackled in the darkness sparks flying to reveal a slowly crumbling building somwhere in Mexico no doubt. Graffati covered the walls, grinning skulls, and weeping angels. Words covered the cracked and stained walls, and sparks swirled as Donzig stepped from the shadows. The flames swirled wildly, gleaming off the metal of his mask as he stared into the flames. Figures moved in the dim shadows behind him, no doubt they were Donzig-gun. And he lifted a hand, and shrugged.
'Aiden Merric. We have been waiting for you to appear, you see contrary to what everyone here at the XHF thinks? I am a patient man, I am as patient as a tomb. Because I know that the future?' Donzig lifted a hand, finger extended as he tilted his head. 'Well, the future is mine. I am inevitable, eternal, always waiting. And you maybe all the things you claim you are?'
A pause, Donzig absently counted off on his fingers.
'The two-time Phoenix Champion, who was never eaten by a bear.' A pause, and Donzig lifted his hand as a rather feminine snort of laughter came from the shadows. And Donzig sniffed, shaking his head in disgust. 'GUNS, I swear.'
Another snort of laughter, and Donzig stared into the darkness before he continued.
'And a year ago you competed for the X-crown?'
Donzig's hands lifted and he clapped mockingly, clearly amused as he slowly walked around that burning trash barrel. And he sniffed, before he stopped to glare from behind his mask.
'I have a saying, Aiden. And that is this--'
Donzig's hand lifted, and it splayed across that mask before the fingers sank into the empty eyes of the mask. He tugged it off, and he tossed it into the darkness where a hand snapped out to catch it. Sinclair Godfrey from the looks of it, and Donzig waved a hand as his cold, empty eyes that seemed to show less life then that mask. Those eyes narrowed, and his hand lifted to rake his fingers through his wild beard.
'--YESTERDAY DON'T MEAN SHIT' A quick nod, and Donzig took a deep breath. He stared into the flames, lifting his gaze upwards as a hand rose to tap a finger against his mouth. He said nothing for a long moment, and he hissed in that raspy voice. 'You see? Some people might value those titles, they might appreciate what they mean, Aiden! But, no, no, no, not me Aiden! I have held gold, and all it is a fucking lie! A fleeting moment, because you see what I am? Is beyond mere titles, mere championships! I am the Scourge, the final judgment of an uncaring universe on you people! Your past glories are as ash, they are as fucking dust! Because you see? This is my time now, the future is fucking now! So you can simp all day, and keister stash all the phones you want! Because you see?'
Donzig stared into the flames, and they reflected in those cold eyes as his hands rose to steeple together before him. Fingers tapped against his lips, and he scowled as he shook his head before he continued as the fire snapped sending a cloud of sparks swirling upwards.
'Just like every other piece of shit wrestler in this company who doubted what I am, who didn't believe that the hour had come? The Fizzes, the Death Traps, the Caffreys, and the gods be damned Jeffrey Vipers!' A hand snapped outward, and he shrugged. 'And the Bloodied Foxes, don't think I forgot about you, old friend. You can hide in the South as long as you want, but you know, you know of all people how patient I am. How long I will wait for what is mine!'
A pause.
'I am going to take my pound of flesh from you, Aiden. You will not leave my killing field the same as you entered, I promise you that. You fancy yourself a hunter, eh? A regular old Nimrod? Is that it? Well, no one hunts the Great Beast, Aiden. No one stalks Death in High Places! I am going to send you and your troll man back to Van Diemen's Land in pieces for your insults, your little fucking jokes, eh?'
A scowl, and Donzig circles around the fire as a hand lifts to trail across the garish paint sprayed across the mouldering wall. His gaze settled on a skull faced angel weeping tears of blood, and he sniffed before he licked his lips. A shrug, and he tilted his head once more as he growled.
'You see you may have faced the likes of Lord Dominicus before! You may have faced bears, gods, and monsters! Legends, eh? But you can't prepare for Donzig, you can't prepare for the Lord of Chaos, Aiden. You have no idea what I am capable of, no idea of the things I will do to you, you love a fight?' Donzig lifted a hand, slamming a fist against his chest with a shrug. 'I live to fight, the fighy is the only reason I am here. The only time I feel alive is inside that ring, the only time I feel anything at all is when I am inside of that ring! And I am going to show you exactly what the difference is, Aiden. Oh, I am going to show you.'
He stepped away from the wall, walking back towards the flames as he stared into them. And he lifted a hand absently, and the Oblivion Death Squad stalked from the darkness to stand across the flames. Their black tactical skull masks gleamed in the red glow, and they stared at the pacing form of Donzig. The big brutes grumbled, rolling their shoulders as they said nothing. Sinclair Godfrey stepped out closer to Donzig, her long coat snapping around her as she held Donzig's mask cradled in her arm, and she lifted her head with a faint smirk as Donzig frowned.
'Do you think these people are here to protect me, Aiden? No, no, no. I don't need any protection from the likes of you. Donzig-gun is here because it amuses me for them to be here, they are here to witness the work of the Scourge. And sadly? You're the work of the Scourge now.' His head lifted, and he sniffed before he shrugged. 'You want all the plates as your spoils? I want them too, except to me? They will just be offerings to the Void, symbols of my dominion over this world, but you see? I already have these things, I don't need them.'
His head tilted and Donzig-gun watched their master, as he spat before looking back to the flames.
'You speak of decimation? What do you know about it, Aiden? But since you just want a fight? You don't want all of these schemes and designs, eh? Well, that is fine because I will give you a fucking fight. I will kick the shit out of you from pillar to post, I will grind you into the hungry earth of Mexico! I wll hand you such a beating that even the fuck knuckles in GUNs will feel it. I want the entire XHF to see what I do to you, I want everyone to see what a fucking fight I hand your ass.'
Donzig shrugged, and extended a hand into which Sinclair Godfrey laid his mask. He stared down at it, and then he slowly pulled it back into place across his face. Donzig-gun then faded back into the darkness, and he lifted his head to look at the camera.
'Luchadors wear masks to become the warrior, Aiden. To symbolize what they hope to become, what they believe, eh? You see without the mask they are nothing, they are just a man. And so you can mock my mask, but to me? This is my real face, this is what I am, what I aspire to be.' The masked head lifted, a hand waved. 'I aspire to be death, Aiden. I aspire to be the end of all things. That should tell you what awaits you.
Donzig reached back, pulling up his leather hood before he turned to walk back into the shadows. Then he paused, looking back over his shoulder.
'Oh, you're Aussie Man? Since you mentioned other places, you know I already beat the baddest man in Australia.'
A pause.
'See you soon.'