Post by Donzig on Apr 27, 2022 19:57:23 GMT -5
Warren Webber the Third was lounging in the back, not far from catering as he looked down at his phone. His finger swept right, and right, and right before he paused to take a sip of his coffee. Then he lifted the phone again, leaning back against the catering table with a shrug of his shoulders. The man was clearly slacking, and he lifted his phone again with a smirk. 'Oh, I think I got a bite.'
'Ah, Warren.' said the camera man suddenly.
'Not now I am busy.' snapped Webber not looking up from his phone.
'But, Warren--'
'Seriously, I will send you back to following Moss around!'
'But--'
Warren looked up, lowering his phone with a scowl. And he found himself face to face with the skull masked visages of Mormo and Moloch. He tried to back up, but he was against the table as he looked between them. They hissed, heads tilting as he tried to squirm off to the side before a hand landed on his shoulder. He flinched, and nearly jumped before he saw it was the Baroness. He forced a smile. 'Ah, Miss Godfrey, I was just going I have a--'
She arched a brow, and shook her hair back from her face as she smoothed his jacket. 'Warren, Warren, Warren. You can't go, because he is on his way.'
'He?' Warren blinked, and then his eyes widened. 'Oh, oh, no!'
Sinclair laughed, and Warren looked around in a panic before the Death Squad parted before him. He started to dart forward, and instead froze as he found himself face to face with the mask of the Scourge. Donzig stared at him from beneath his hood with a sniff, and Warren fell back as he stepped forward stammering. Donzig swatted his phone out of his hand to clatter against the floor, and Warren yelped before a hand grabbed his tie to pull him forward.
'Warren, it has been so long. Aren't you pleased to see us? Doesn't it warm your heart to know that Oblivion is still here? That darkness still favors you?' the masked head tilted, and the fingers twisted in that tie as the other hand lifted. 'Did you see the Rumble, Warren?'
'Uh, yes! Your performance was epic!' Warren stammered, and Sinclair winced.
Donzig sniffed.
'Hrm, yes. But you see someone in this company dared to defy me? They dared to attack me at the Rumble? They interfered with my triumph, and I am speaking about the so called People's Champion, I am speaking of Eddie D! And Eddie D you think that was clever don't you? You thought you were so smart! But you see all you have done?'
Warren gurgled as the tie tightened as Donzig loomed over him, yanking him closer.
'Is annoy me! So let me tell you what is going to happen at Legacy, Eddie! And maybe you can get through your thick skull, that I am beyond you! For the first time, the favorite sons of the Founder will walk down to that ring! For one last time, the greatest of the Kross Global Bandits will face off! And Eddie in front of your precious rabble, in front of all these people who for whatever reason believe in you! I am going to show you! I am going to show them! That I am now, and I always have been the Bandit King, eh? And I will take what is rightfully mine! What has always been mine! And that is the future of this place!'
Warren's face reddened, and he lifted a hand to tug at his collar. Donzig loosened his grip, and Warren gulped for air as Donzig's head lifted to stare into the distance as he hissed.
'You see Eddie! You wanted my attention and now you have it? And I am going to tear you to pieces in front of the eyes of your beloved fans, I am going to show them how very wrong they were to believe in you! Because you can sit and talk about how you want to honor the great tradition of British wrestling? But Eddie, if you were all that you claim you are! If you were all that you claim to be! Then I wouldn't be here, I wouldn't have ever been a Bandit!'
Donzig's head tilted, and his fingers tightened again drawing a yelp from Webber. His masked face turned on the Tuxedo Stooge, the empty eyes of the mask finding him as Donzig growled.
'The Founder saw what I saw! And that is what I am going to show all these people in the cheap seats? You're weak, you have always been weak. But I am not weak, I am the inevitable! I am the Future! And I am full of terrible strength, Eddie. And every day, every day I think about how your weakness destroyed the Founder? It makes me more and more angry! And so you can talk about your heart?'
Donzig shoved Webber back, and his hands lifted before they twisted into claws as he looked down at them.
'I am going to tear it out, Eddie. I am going to break your heart, and I am going to show these fans exactly what you are! What you have always been! And then? And then?'
Donzig laughed wildly, that weird mechnical rasping laugh of his that made Webber wince and jerk away as he tugged at his tie. And Donzig lifted a hand, turning to stare at the camera before he snarled.
'Long? Havok? Fowler? Xialong? It doesn't matter, it doesn't fucking matter at all. Because I am coming, I am Death in High Places, and I am coming. The end is sooner then you think.'
His hand lifted, dragging his wrist across the mouth of his mask with a shrug.
'See you soon.'
Webber grunted, and when he looked up again? Donzig-gun was gone, and he fell back against the table with a sigh.
'Ah, Warren.' said the camera man suddenly.
'Not now I am busy.' snapped Webber not looking up from his phone.
'But, Warren--'
'Seriously, I will send you back to following Moss around!'
'But--'
Warren looked up, lowering his phone with a scowl. And he found himself face to face with the skull masked visages of Mormo and Moloch. He tried to back up, but he was against the table as he looked between them. They hissed, heads tilting as he tried to squirm off to the side before a hand landed on his shoulder. He flinched, and nearly jumped before he saw it was the Baroness. He forced a smile. 'Ah, Miss Godfrey, I was just going I have a--'
She arched a brow, and shook her hair back from her face as she smoothed his jacket. 'Warren, Warren, Warren. You can't go, because he is on his way.'
'He?' Warren blinked, and then his eyes widened. 'Oh, oh, no!'
Sinclair laughed, and Warren looked around in a panic before the Death Squad parted before him. He started to dart forward, and instead froze as he found himself face to face with the mask of the Scourge. Donzig stared at him from beneath his hood with a sniff, and Warren fell back as he stepped forward stammering. Donzig swatted his phone out of his hand to clatter against the floor, and Warren yelped before a hand grabbed his tie to pull him forward.
'Warren, it has been so long. Aren't you pleased to see us? Doesn't it warm your heart to know that Oblivion is still here? That darkness still favors you?' the masked head tilted, and the fingers twisted in that tie as the other hand lifted. 'Did you see the Rumble, Warren?'
'Uh, yes! Your performance was epic!' Warren stammered, and Sinclair winced.
Donzig sniffed.
'Hrm, yes. But you see someone in this company dared to defy me? They dared to attack me at the Rumble? They interfered with my triumph, and I am speaking about the so called People's Champion, I am speaking of Eddie D! And Eddie D you think that was clever don't you? You thought you were so smart! But you see all you have done?'
Warren gurgled as the tie tightened as Donzig loomed over him, yanking him closer.
'Is annoy me! So let me tell you what is going to happen at Legacy, Eddie! And maybe you can get through your thick skull, that I am beyond you! For the first time, the favorite sons of the Founder will walk down to that ring! For one last time, the greatest of the Kross Global Bandits will face off! And Eddie in front of your precious rabble, in front of all these people who for whatever reason believe in you! I am going to show you! I am going to show them! That I am now, and I always have been the Bandit King, eh? And I will take what is rightfully mine! What has always been mine! And that is the future of this place!'
Warren's face reddened, and he lifted a hand to tug at his collar. Donzig loosened his grip, and Warren gulped for air as Donzig's head lifted to stare into the distance as he hissed.
'You see Eddie! You wanted my attention and now you have it? And I am going to tear you to pieces in front of the eyes of your beloved fans, I am going to show them how very wrong they were to believe in you! Because you can sit and talk about how you want to honor the great tradition of British wrestling? But Eddie, if you were all that you claim you are! If you were all that you claim to be! Then I wouldn't be here, I wouldn't have ever been a Bandit!'
Donzig's head tilted, and his fingers tightened again drawing a yelp from Webber. His masked face turned on the Tuxedo Stooge, the empty eyes of the mask finding him as Donzig growled.
'The Founder saw what I saw! And that is what I am going to show all these people in the cheap seats? You're weak, you have always been weak. But I am not weak, I am the inevitable! I am the Future! And I am full of terrible strength, Eddie. And every day, every day I think about how your weakness destroyed the Founder? It makes me more and more angry! And so you can talk about your heart?'
Donzig shoved Webber back, and his hands lifted before they twisted into claws as he looked down at them.
'I am going to tear it out, Eddie. I am going to break your heart, and I am going to show these fans exactly what you are! What you have always been! And then? And then?'
Donzig laughed wildly, that weird mechnical rasping laugh of his that made Webber wince and jerk away as he tugged at his tie. And Donzig lifted a hand, turning to stare at the camera before he snarled.
'Long? Havok? Fowler? Xialong? It doesn't matter, it doesn't fucking matter at all. Because I am coming, I am Death in High Places, and I am coming. The end is sooner then you think.'
His hand lifted, dragging his wrist across the mouth of his mask with a shrug.
'See you soon.'
Webber grunted, and when he looked up again? Donzig-gun was gone, and he fell back against the table with a sigh.
