Donzig and the Infinite Sadness.
May 2, 2022 20:29:05 GMT -5
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Post by Donzig on May 2, 2022 20:29:05 GMT -5
Sinclair Godfrey walked along the hallways of the old house that Donzig-gun had claimed in Philly, a bundle of papers in her hand. She was dreading this, Donzig had been in a foul mood since the Rumble. And his minions, the members of Donzig-gun had wisely stayed out of his way. Donzig being unpleasant on his good days, since the Rumble he had been withdrawn and angry. And yet, she knew that business needed to be dealt with.
His voice rang down the hall, that raspy off key singing echoing around her as the piano played. And she frowned, leaning against the doorway as she listened.
When you're brought into this world,
They say you're born in sin.
Well at least they gave me something,
I didn't have to steal or have to win.
Well they tell me that I'm wanted!
Yeah, I'm a wanted man!
I'm a colt in your stable;
I'm what Cain was to Abel;
Mister catch me if you can...'
Sinclair shrugged, a hand lifting to rub the bridge of her nose before she took a deep breath. And then she walked through the door, and Donzig paused to look up at her. His breath hissing through the metal of the mask, and his fingers lifted above the keys of the piano. He tilted his head, and she walked closer before she spoke up.
'Caffrey has booked you on his final show.'
'Ah, I shall miss Fireside. I always thought of it as a home away from home.'
He sounded wistful, that was good. Sinclair nodded, smiling slightly before she started to speak again. If that was the worst she had, Donzig's fingers went back to the keys as he lifted his masked head again.
'....Closing time, time for you to go out
To the places you will be from
Closing time, this room won't be open
Till your brothers or your sisters come
So, gather up your jackets, move it to the exits
I hope you have found a friend
Closing time, every new beginning
Comes from some other beginning's end, yeah...'
Sinclair frowned, maybe Donzig was taking this closing worse then she thought. And she cleared her throat, smiling slightly which made him pause once more. He cocked his head, and she swallowed as she saw herself reflected and distorted in the surface of that mask. She gestured towards the papers, and sighed.
'He has you booked in a tag match, and--'
'I hate tag matches, Caffrey wants to end the run of Fireside with a tag match? This is an outrage.'
Sinclair nodded. 'Ah, yes. But this tag match is a battle for the soul of Fireside!'
'The soul of a dead thing? Oh, joy.'
He snorted, and Sinclair shrugged. 'You're being maudlin.'
'I am always maudlin, my dear. No one ever notices.'
She rolled her eyes, and waved a hand before she continued. 'Listen, you will be facing a team that is a who's who of Fireside! Champions!'
Donzig stared, and Sinclair knew she was on thin ice.
'Vodka Fizz.' Donzig hissed.
'Natalie Burrows.' Another hiss, and she went all in.
'Apathy. Sam Sawyer. Death Trap. Mistress Discipline. Shane Locke. MYOJIN. Edward Zepp. E'oin O'Rourke. Brad Kane. Joe Nobody. Subject #42.'
A finger hit a sour sounding note at the mention of Death Trap, and Sinclair smiled as she knew very well how much Donzig despised Death Trap. He said nothing, and he tapped the key a few times before he shook his head.
'How did Myojin end up with all those losers? Disgusting.' Sinclair nodded, and then paused with a jerk as Donzig leaned forward. The mask was very close now, and she could almost see his eyes narrowed inside of it as a hand lifted to point at her. 'Hold on, every time someone on this network tries to sell me on one of these giant clusterfuck tag team matches I end up on some team with people I hate! So you better spill your guts, Godfrey.'
Sinclair swallowed, and she made a production of adjusting the papers as she tried to buy herself time.
'...I'm looking forward to the future
But my eyesight is going bad
And this crystal ball
It's always cloudy except for (except for)
When you look into the past (look into the past)
One night stand (one night stand off)...'
Sinclair blurted it out. 'Team Kanyon.'
Donzig's fingers paused, and he lifted his head. 'What did you just say?'
'Team Kanyon, because it is President Kanyon's team.'
Donzig stared, and Sinclair opened an eye before he snarled. His voice rose to a shriek, and his hands clawed at the piano.
'Team Kanyon! Team. Kanyon. As if I would! THIS IS AN INSULT!'
Sinclair lifted a hand, and forced a smile. If Sinclair Godfrey had one ability no one else had it was the power to reason with the Scourge.
'Come on now, he was the President. And the President needs you, he needs you!'
Donzig grunted, and he lifted a hand to wipe his wrist across his mask. A shrug, and he waited before Sinclair continued.
'El Combiante.'
A shrug.
'Spike Kane.'
'Oh, well at least we got the better Kane.'
Sinclair smiled hopefully. 'Steve Awesome? You like Steve?'
Donzig paused, and if the mask could look confused. 'Steve? Is he alive? Is this a zombie Steve, Sinclair?'
Sinclair used that confusion, faking a cough as she rambled the next set of names into her balled up fists between coughs. 'EvanValentineDylanBlack.'
It didn't work, and Donzig's hands slammed down on the keys as he rose to his feet. He stared at her, shoving away from the keyboard as he started to pace back and forth. His arms flailing, and then they fell to his sides as his fingers twisted into claws as he stalked towards Sinclair. She backed up a few steps, holding up the papers as Donzig loomed over here as he hissed.
'Evan? Evan? That son of a bitch teamed me with Evan FUCKING Valentine? He should be happy Fireside is closing, because I would burn it to ash! And Dylan. eh? At least he will have his balls on him! Or is Zombie Steve going to steal those! Oh, well, who gives a fuck Evan will use his daddy's money to buy him some!'
Sinclair winced, and holding up the papers as she frowned. 'Now, now, I know you're upset!'
'UPSET?' Donzig shrieked, and Sinclair winced again as he spun away. His shoulders heaved, and he took a few deep breaths as he lifted a hand with a finger extended. She waited, and Donzig finally shrugged before he started to pace again. His fingers rapping against the mask, and he shook his head before he waved a hand for her to continue.
'Zolothach. Johnny Five.'
Grunts.
'Dinosaur Bones.'
'Dinosaur Bones? That fucking thing bit me! It literally bit me!'
Sinclair shrugged, smiling slightly. 'Oh, a big man like you scared of a little bite.'
Donzig stomped a foot, and he pointed. 'NOT NOW, WOMAN!'
'Jason Long. Otto Ritter. Alexander von Blankenship.'
Donzig dropped back down on the stool behind the piano, and he waved a hand dismissively. And he shook his head, cracking his knuckles before he lifted them above the keys. 'No, no, no. I am not doing it, I am not fucking doing it! A fucking half dead Steve, the cool Kane, a creature that tried to eat me, and Dylan Sell Out? I refuse, I fucking refuse! I walked into a bouncey house of friendship with Caffrey and this is how he repays me? I should have pulled a Zoran and killed him on the spot!'
Donzig tapped a few keys, and Sinclair shrugged. 'It was probably the other one to be fair, Washington.'
'Let that be a lesson to you, Sinclair. You always have to keep an eye on your second in case they start getting ideas, and making fucking mistakes.'
Donzig stared at her, and Sinclair stared back before she lifted a brow. Then she shook her head continuing with a wave of the papers.
'If Team Kanyon wins he get Fizz's title.'
'I don't care.'
'If Team Fizz wins? Death Trap and Mistress Discipline get the tag team titles!'
Donzig paused at that, and he tilted his head before a finger moved to his mask.
'You know what? I think I could live with Death Trap getting the belts off of those two degenerates!'
Donzig tapped a few keys, and Sinclair rolled her eyes before he started to sing again.
'....I'm so tired but I can't sleep
Standin' on the edge of something much too deep
It's funny how we feel so much but we cannot say a word
We are screaming inside, but we can't be heard...'
Sinclair frowned, but at least it wasn't the sad puppy song. She frowned, and took a deep breath.
'Donzig.'
....I will remember you, will you remember me?
Don't let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories...
'Donzig.'
'....So afraid to love you
But more afraid to lose
Clinging to a past that doesn't let me choose
Once there was a darkness...'
'IF YOU LOSE APATHY GETS YOUR SPARK TITLE!'
Donzig jerked to a halt, and his head lifted to stare at her. Then he grabbed for the Spark belt on the bench beside him, clutching it to his chest as he rose to his feet.
'WHAT? NO!'
'If Team Kanyon loses, Apathy will be the last Spark Champion!' Sinclair shouted, and Donzig stared.
'Well, that changes everything doesn't it? It looks like I will have to walk into Fireside, and lift Team Kanyon onto my back! I will have to carry a team of no good miscreants and degenerate trash to victory, and I will once again have to put down that piece of shit Vodka Fizz! One last time! Because there is no way in Hell that I am going to let Fireside go down into the dark without my hands around it's throat! There is no way, that I will allow Caffrey's dream to die before it becomes a nightmare! And so if Fireside is going to die? Then it will die laying at the feet of the Scourge!'
His voice rose to a shriek, and Sinclair smiled as Donzig stormed past her with a swirl of his greath leather coat. The Spark Title dangling from his hand as she heard him screaming down the halls. 'Mormo! Moloch! Where are you? We have work to do!'
His voice rang down the hall, that raspy off key singing echoing around her as the piano played. And she frowned, leaning against the doorway as she listened.
When you're brought into this world,
They say you're born in sin.
Well at least they gave me something,
I didn't have to steal or have to win.
Well they tell me that I'm wanted!
Yeah, I'm a wanted man!
I'm a colt in your stable;
I'm what Cain was to Abel;
Mister catch me if you can...'
Sinclair shrugged, a hand lifting to rub the bridge of her nose before she took a deep breath. And then she walked through the door, and Donzig paused to look up at her. His breath hissing through the metal of the mask, and his fingers lifted above the keys of the piano. He tilted his head, and she walked closer before she spoke up.
'Caffrey has booked you on his final show.'
'Ah, I shall miss Fireside. I always thought of it as a home away from home.'
He sounded wistful, that was good. Sinclair nodded, smiling slightly before she started to speak again. If that was the worst she had, Donzig's fingers went back to the keys as he lifted his masked head again.
'....Closing time, time for you to go out
To the places you will be from
Closing time, this room won't be open
Till your brothers or your sisters come
So, gather up your jackets, move it to the exits
I hope you have found a friend
Closing time, every new beginning
Comes from some other beginning's end, yeah...'
Sinclair frowned, maybe Donzig was taking this closing worse then she thought. And she cleared her throat, smiling slightly which made him pause once more. He cocked his head, and she swallowed as she saw herself reflected and distorted in the surface of that mask. She gestured towards the papers, and sighed.
'He has you booked in a tag match, and--'
'I hate tag matches, Caffrey wants to end the run of Fireside with a tag match? This is an outrage.'
Sinclair nodded. 'Ah, yes. But this tag match is a battle for the soul of Fireside!'
'The soul of a dead thing? Oh, joy.'
He snorted, and Sinclair shrugged. 'You're being maudlin.'
'I am always maudlin, my dear. No one ever notices.'
She rolled her eyes, and waved a hand before she continued. 'Listen, you will be facing a team that is a who's who of Fireside! Champions!'
Donzig stared, and Sinclair knew she was on thin ice.
'Vodka Fizz.' Donzig hissed.
'Natalie Burrows.' Another hiss, and she went all in.
'Apathy. Sam Sawyer. Death Trap. Mistress Discipline. Shane Locke. MYOJIN. Edward Zepp. E'oin O'Rourke. Brad Kane. Joe Nobody. Subject #42.'
A finger hit a sour sounding note at the mention of Death Trap, and Sinclair smiled as she knew very well how much Donzig despised Death Trap. He said nothing, and he tapped the key a few times before he shook his head.
'How did Myojin end up with all those losers? Disgusting.' Sinclair nodded, and then paused with a jerk as Donzig leaned forward. The mask was very close now, and she could almost see his eyes narrowed inside of it as a hand lifted to point at her. 'Hold on, every time someone on this network tries to sell me on one of these giant clusterfuck tag team matches I end up on some team with people I hate! So you better spill your guts, Godfrey.'
Sinclair swallowed, and she made a production of adjusting the papers as she tried to buy herself time.
'...I'm looking forward to the future
But my eyesight is going bad
And this crystal ball
It's always cloudy except for (except for)
When you look into the past (look into the past)
One night stand (one night stand off)...'
Sinclair blurted it out. 'Team Kanyon.'
Donzig's fingers paused, and he lifted his head. 'What did you just say?'
'Team Kanyon, because it is President Kanyon's team.'
Donzig stared, and Sinclair opened an eye before he snarled. His voice rose to a shriek, and his hands clawed at the piano.
'Team Kanyon! Team. Kanyon. As if I would! THIS IS AN INSULT!'
Sinclair lifted a hand, and forced a smile. If Sinclair Godfrey had one ability no one else had it was the power to reason with the Scourge.
'Come on now, he was the President. And the President needs you, he needs you!'
Donzig grunted, and he lifted a hand to wipe his wrist across his mask. A shrug, and he waited before Sinclair continued.
'El Combiante.'
A shrug.
'Spike Kane.'
'Oh, well at least we got the better Kane.'
Sinclair smiled hopefully. 'Steve Awesome? You like Steve?'
Donzig paused, and if the mask could look confused. 'Steve? Is he alive? Is this a zombie Steve, Sinclair?'
Sinclair used that confusion, faking a cough as she rambled the next set of names into her balled up fists between coughs. 'EvanValentineDylanBlack.'
It didn't work, and Donzig's hands slammed down on the keys as he rose to his feet. He stared at her, shoving away from the keyboard as he started to pace back and forth. His arms flailing, and then they fell to his sides as his fingers twisted into claws as he stalked towards Sinclair. She backed up a few steps, holding up the papers as Donzig loomed over here as he hissed.
'Evan? Evan? That son of a bitch teamed me with Evan FUCKING Valentine? He should be happy Fireside is closing, because I would burn it to ash! And Dylan. eh? At least he will have his balls on him! Or is Zombie Steve going to steal those! Oh, well, who gives a fuck Evan will use his daddy's money to buy him some!'
Sinclair winced, and holding up the papers as she frowned. 'Now, now, I know you're upset!'
'UPSET?' Donzig shrieked, and Sinclair winced again as he spun away. His shoulders heaved, and he took a few deep breaths as he lifted a hand with a finger extended. She waited, and Donzig finally shrugged before he started to pace again. His fingers rapping against the mask, and he shook his head before he waved a hand for her to continue.
'Zolothach. Johnny Five.'
Grunts.
'Dinosaur Bones.'
'Dinosaur Bones? That fucking thing bit me! It literally bit me!'
Sinclair shrugged, smiling slightly. 'Oh, a big man like you scared of a little bite.'
Donzig stomped a foot, and he pointed. 'NOT NOW, WOMAN!'
'Jason Long. Otto Ritter. Alexander von Blankenship.'
Donzig dropped back down on the stool behind the piano, and he waved a hand dismissively. And he shook his head, cracking his knuckles before he lifted them above the keys. 'No, no, no. I am not doing it, I am not fucking doing it! A fucking half dead Steve, the cool Kane, a creature that tried to eat me, and Dylan Sell Out? I refuse, I fucking refuse! I walked into a bouncey house of friendship with Caffrey and this is how he repays me? I should have pulled a Zoran and killed him on the spot!'
Donzig tapped a few keys, and Sinclair shrugged. 'It was probably the other one to be fair, Washington.'
'Let that be a lesson to you, Sinclair. You always have to keep an eye on your second in case they start getting ideas, and making fucking mistakes.'
Donzig stared at her, and Sinclair stared back before she lifted a brow. Then she shook her head continuing with a wave of the papers.
'If Team Kanyon wins he get Fizz's title.'
'I don't care.'
'If Team Fizz wins? Death Trap and Mistress Discipline get the tag team titles!'
Donzig paused at that, and he tilted his head before a finger moved to his mask.
'You know what? I think I could live with Death Trap getting the belts off of those two degenerates!'
Donzig tapped a few keys, and Sinclair rolled her eyes before he started to sing again.
'....I'm so tired but I can't sleep
Standin' on the edge of something much too deep
It's funny how we feel so much but we cannot say a word
We are screaming inside, but we can't be heard...'
Sinclair frowned, but at least it wasn't the sad puppy song. She frowned, and took a deep breath.
'Donzig.'
....I will remember you, will you remember me?
Don't let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories...
'Donzig.'
'....So afraid to love you
But more afraid to lose
Clinging to a past that doesn't let me choose
Once there was a darkness...'
'IF YOU LOSE APATHY GETS YOUR SPARK TITLE!'
Donzig jerked to a halt, and his head lifted to stare at her. Then he grabbed for the Spark belt on the bench beside him, clutching it to his chest as he rose to his feet.
'WHAT? NO!'
'If Team Kanyon loses, Apathy will be the last Spark Champion!' Sinclair shouted, and Donzig stared.
'Well, that changes everything doesn't it? It looks like I will have to walk into Fireside, and lift Team Kanyon onto my back! I will have to carry a team of no good miscreants and degenerate trash to victory, and I will once again have to put down that piece of shit Vodka Fizz! One last time! Because there is no way in Hell that I am going to let Fireside go down into the dark without my hands around it's throat! There is no way, that I will allow Caffrey's dream to die before it becomes a nightmare! And so if Fireside is going to die? Then it will die laying at the feet of the Scourge!'
His voice rose to a shriek, and Sinclair smiled as Donzig stormed past her with a swirl of his greath leather coat. The Spark Title dangling from his hand as she heard him screaming down the halls. 'Mormo! Moloch! Where are you? We have work to do!'