Post by Donzig on Mar 26, 2022 12:05:07 GMT -5
The motorcycle roared down the streets of the city, weaving through traffic. The figure on it's back wore black and yellow, though it was black with yellow strips. The bike finally pulled off the street, and came to a halt beside what seemed to be an old bar in the depths of this Japanese city. The man got off the bike, and he stalked for the door to shove it open as he stormed inside.
The men inside the bar leapt to their feet, two of them rose from the pool table with cues in hand. Another slid away from his table, a bottle in hand as he glared at the helmeted man in the door way. The black and yellow clad figure said nothing, but then an old man by the back wall lifted a hand. He shook his head in digust, hissing a word of Japanese. The others lowered their makeshift weapons, and bowed slightly to him as he sipped at his cup before he muttered. 'None of you could stop him anyway.'
They filed from the bar with angry glares, and then the man shrugged as he walked forward. He reached upwards, pulling off the black and gleaming helmet to toss it onto a table. The grim features and wild beard of Donzig were exposed, and he tilted his head as his cold gaze settled on the old man. A lip curled, and he lifted a hand to wipe across his mouth. 'It's been a long time.'
'Not long enough. Everytime you come to Japan, I wondered if this would be when you sought me out.'
'Sato Akiri.' Donzig purred, and he drifted closer. 'You know I owe alot to you, why would I seek to harm you?'
'I have not been that man in a long time, Donzig. And why? Because it is your nature, you cause harm.' Donzig sniffed, and he stood before that table as the old man poured himself more tea. He said nothing as the old man lifted the cup, taking another drink as he looked at the man before him. Donzig looked around the bar, sniffing before he started to pace slowly. The old man snorted a laugh, shaking his head as he lowered the cup to the saucer again. 'Look at you still like this, pacing like a caged animal. Your quest for revenge has brought you no peace. Your life is nothing but bitterness, hatred, and violence. Do you remember what I told you long ago?'
Donzig stared, his eyes narrowed.
'Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves.'
The old man smiled slightly. 'That is what I see before me, a creature that crawled from the grave of the man I knew. The man I taught to fight. I see his ghost forced to roam the world seeking revenge that he no longer even desires. You have come to menace me? All I feel is pity for you.'
Donzig growled at that, and he jabbed a finger towards the old man as he leaned over the table. 'I don't want your pity, old man! I am not the boy you trained! I am the Scourge! I have been chosen by powers beyond your understanding to spread terror to the wicked and the righteous!'
'Is that what you tell yourself? You've became a Yokai, a demon. You once claimed all you wanted was justice, to set things right! I warned you that what you wanted wasn't justice! But even then even as I trained you? Well, we all knew you were great, Donzig. But there was a flaw in you, a streak of pride, and a stain of cruelty. I was blind, but this is what you always were! We all hoped you would find peace, but all you ever wanted was more of--this!' the old man snapped, his hand slamming down on the table as he glared at the man before him. He looked away, shaking his head in disgust before he sighed. 'You're a blight on the world, a curse. A plague to wrestling the one thing you said you loved! What do you want?'
'I want you to witness my triumph, I want you to be there as I run through three of the most elite wrestlers in the world! I want you to see me beat them down one by one by one, and I rise to my rightful place!' Donzig snarled.
The Old man waved a hand. 'No doubt you will, you never lacked in ability. You are among the best we ever saw, that I ever trained in our style. But in everything else? You are a disgrace.'
A frown, and Donzig lifted a hand to rake through his beard.
'You were always jealous of me! Trying to hold me back! Well, no more! I am going to win that plate, and then I will be recognized as the greatest wrestler in Reign! And Beyond!' Donzig roared, he leaned across the table his head tilting as his eyes blazed with fury. The old man sniffed, his shoulders shaking with laughter as he stared at the Scourge. A hand waved, and he reached for his tea again.
'I am an old man, my only joy would have been to see one of my students rise higher then I ever could. But instead I have you, a man with no limits who rejects the gifts he was given to pursue some mad quest for revenge! The ghost of the man I knew, a dead thing given to madness! This is my punishment for ignoring what I saw in you, and training you despite it! I have no interest in you defeating those people, because you know something?'
'Oh, tell us. We are dying for more of your wisdom!' snarled Donzig.
The old wrestler grunted, and stared hard at Donzig.
'All the belts, all the glory, all of the titles in the world will never be enough for you. You talk of the Abyss? You're the abyss, you're a bottomless hole. You will never get enough to fill what is inside of you. The Scourge? Fagh. That is an excuse, you're insane!'
Donzig stared, eyes widening.
'You roam from Fireside to Reign to JRok to wherever, and I have seen you. You just do whatever you want, and it is still not enough! We used to laugh, and wonder why you would do death match after death match, all those nights of blood and pain! And we would stand in the back, and think maybe he is crazy, maybe he is drunk on blood and violence. But you know what? I think I know the answer now.'
Donzig said nothing.
'You want to be destroyed, you want to be broken, you want an ending. But your pride won't let you walk away, because you will never have enough. You are your own doom, Great Donzig.' The old man laughed mockingly, and he poured himself more tea. 'So you can beat the hunter, and the blonde, and the guy in a body cast! You can become the most powerful man in Reign! But we all know that won't be enough for you.'
No one said anything, and Donzig stalked forward before he shoved his hand inside of his jacket. He dragged out a pair of tickets, and he slammed them on the table. He walked from the bar without another word, grabbing the helmet from the table before he stopped by the door. He looked back at the old man, and he spat before he shook his head. 'We'll see won't we, motherfucker!'
'I already have.' The old man answered, shrugging as he tossed the tickets away.
The men inside the bar leapt to their feet, two of them rose from the pool table with cues in hand. Another slid away from his table, a bottle in hand as he glared at the helmeted man in the door way. The black and yellow clad figure said nothing, but then an old man by the back wall lifted a hand. He shook his head in digust, hissing a word of Japanese. The others lowered their makeshift weapons, and bowed slightly to him as he sipped at his cup before he muttered. 'None of you could stop him anyway.'
They filed from the bar with angry glares, and then the man shrugged as he walked forward. He reached upwards, pulling off the black and gleaming helmet to toss it onto a table. The grim features and wild beard of Donzig were exposed, and he tilted his head as his cold gaze settled on the old man. A lip curled, and he lifted a hand to wipe across his mouth. 'It's been a long time.'
'Not long enough. Everytime you come to Japan, I wondered if this would be when you sought me out.'
'Sato Akiri.' Donzig purred, and he drifted closer. 'You know I owe alot to you, why would I seek to harm you?'
'I have not been that man in a long time, Donzig. And why? Because it is your nature, you cause harm.' Donzig sniffed, and he stood before that table as the old man poured himself more tea. He said nothing as the old man lifted the cup, taking another drink as he looked at the man before him. Donzig looked around the bar, sniffing before he started to pace slowly. The old man snorted a laugh, shaking his head as he lowered the cup to the saucer again. 'Look at you still like this, pacing like a caged animal. Your quest for revenge has brought you no peace. Your life is nothing but bitterness, hatred, and violence. Do you remember what I told you long ago?'
Donzig stared, his eyes narrowed.
'Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves.'
The old man smiled slightly. 'That is what I see before me, a creature that crawled from the grave of the man I knew. The man I taught to fight. I see his ghost forced to roam the world seeking revenge that he no longer even desires. You have come to menace me? All I feel is pity for you.'
Donzig growled at that, and he jabbed a finger towards the old man as he leaned over the table. 'I don't want your pity, old man! I am not the boy you trained! I am the Scourge! I have been chosen by powers beyond your understanding to spread terror to the wicked and the righteous!'
'Is that what you tell yourself? You've became a Yokai, a demon. You once claimed all you wanted was justice, to set things right! I warned you that what you wanted wasn't justice! But even then even as I trained you? Well, we all knew you were great, Donzig. But there was a flaw in you, a streak of pride, and a stain of cruelty. I was blind, but this is what you always were! We all hoped you would find peace, but all you ever wanted was more of--this!' the old man snapped, his hand slamming down on the table as he glared at the man before him. He looked away, shaking his head in disgust before he sighed. 'You're a blight on the world, a curse. A plague to wrestling the one thing you said you loved! What do you want?'
'I want you to witness my triumph, I want you to be there as I run through three of the most elite wrestlers in the world! I want you to see me beat them down one by one by one, and I rise to my rightful place!' Donzig snarled.
The Old man waved a hand. 'No doubt you will, you never lacked in ability. You are among the best we ever saw, that I ever trained in our style. But in everything else? You are a disgrace.'
A frown, and Donzig lifted a hand to rake through his beard.
'You were always jealous of me! Trying to hold me back! Well, no more! I am going to win that plate, and then I will be recognized as the greatest wrestler in Reign! And Beyond!' Donzig roared, he leaned across the table his head tilting as his eyes blazed with fury. The old man sniffed, his shoulders shaking with laughter as he stared at the Scourge. A hand waved, and he reached for his tea again.
'I am an old man, my only joy would have been to see one of my students rise higher then I ever could. But instead I have you, a man with no limits who rejects the gifts he was given to pursue some mad quest for revenge! The ghost of the man I knew, a dead thing given to madness! This is my punishment for ignoring what I saw in you, and training you despite it! I have no interest in you defeating those people, because you know something?'
'Oh, tell us. We are dying for more of your wisdom!' snarled Donzig.
The old wrestler grunted, and stared hard at Donzig.
'All the belts, all the glory, all of the titles in the world will never be enough for you. You talk of the Abyss? You're the abyss, you're a bottomless hole. You will never get enough to fill what is inside of you. The Scourge? Fagh. That is an excuse, you're insane!'
Donzig stared, eyes widening.
'You roam from Fireside to Reign to JRok to wherever, and I have seen you. You just do whatever you want, and it is still not enough! We used to laugh, and wonder why you would do death match after death match, all those nights of blood and pain! And we would stand in the back, and think maybe he is crazy, maybe he is drunk on blood and violence. But you know what? I think I know the answer now.'
Donzig said nothing.
'You want to be destroyed, you want to be broken, you want an ending. But your pride won't let you walk away, because you will never have enough. You are your own doom, Great Donzig.' The old man laughed mockingly, and he poured himself more tea. 'So you can beat the hunter, and the blonde, and the guy in a body cast! You can become the most powerful man in Reign! But we all know that won't be enough for you.'
No one said anything, and Donzig stalked forward before he shoved his hand inside of his jacket. He dragged out a pair of tickets, and he slammed them on the table. He walked from the bar without another word, grabbing the helmet from the table before he stopped by the door. He looked back at the old man, and he spat before he shook his head. 'We'll see won't we, motherfucker!'
'I already have.' The old man answered, shrugging as he tossed the tickets away.