The Grand Conspiracy (RP#1)
May 11, 2022 21:50:44 GMT -5
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Post by Donzig on May 11, 2022 21:50:44 GMT -5
Donzig tapped his fingers against the surface of his mask, slowly pacing back and forth before a massive board covered in pages of text, pictures, and of course long lengths of string. He nodded to himself, walking before it before he paused to let his fingers spread across the mask before they tightened. He pulled it off, staring at it before a hand lifted to drag his fingers through his beard. And then he shrugged before he growled.
'You see, the Reign Board of Directors think I don't see what is going on. But the Scourge sees everything, what I see? What I see is a fucking conspiracy against Donzig-gun! And when you conspire, and plot, and fucking scheme against Donzig-gun? You are conspiring against me! You think I don't see what you are doing? What the entire XHF is doing? You think it was mere random chance that I entered the Rumble at number four? FOUR!'
His voice was a shriek. Donzig lifted a hand, finger extended as he bowed his head. He took a deep breath, then another before he continued in his raspy growl.
'Was it by chance that somehow that some fucking security guy in the back didn't notice the giant tattooed hulk who managed to invade the greatest and most prestigious event in the XHF calendar! And I do mean that son of a bitch Eddie D! And no one saw him, no one noticed him, and he attacked me! He attacked me! In the middle of the goddamned Rumble, and what happened? NOTHING! FUCKING NOTHING!'
Another pause, and Donzig turned as he started to pace again as a hand lifted.
'But this isn't about this, because I know exactly who is behind these little displays.'
Donzig waved a hand at the board, the section of which displayed a photo of Mongo the Destroyer. And of course four strings ran off of it, and one of those was wrapped around a picture of the Murder Lizard. And Donzig continued with his pacing, before he rapped his knuckles absently against another picture which displayed the JROK logo before he frowned.
'They think I don't know how fucking jealous the four of them are. But I know exactly what they are up to! But the time is running out of them because I promise you, I promise you that pillars? Pillars? They fucking fall, they rot and decay, and they topple! And whatever the fuck it is they are holding up? It comes down to, eh? And I am waiting, always waiting in the ruins. In the ash.'
Donzig waved a hand, he paced back towards the camera as his coat swirled around him. And he raked his fingers through his beard again, and he shook his head before he continued.
'Which brings me to Reign. Now you see I view Reign as the crown jewel of Donzig-gun's empire, I see Reign as the heart of my dominion! And now? Now? NOW? Well, now that hack Blaze Freya is here, lurking around, being a degenerate! And of course just inviting my enemies here is not enough is it? You see Reign is the elite of the elite, eh? The very fucking best of the best! And as far as I am concerned?'
Donzig paused, sneering.
'And bear in mind that my opinion is the only one that goddamned matters!'
A wave of his hand, and he snarled.
'I am the best of the best of the best!'
Donzig reached behind him, and he dragged out a strap from which dangled his three Reign plates. He held them up, and his free hand moved to drag across them before he shrugged. They spun under his fingers, and he scowled as he continued with a grunt.
'These are mine, they represent the fact that pound for fucking pound? I am the goddamned master of whatever style of wrestling it amuses me to wrestle in, that I am in fact? Everything I say I am! And so imagine my shock, imagine my surprise when the fuckers on the Board of Directors make this match! And at this match, at this so-called match! I will be forced to defend all three of my plates in some clusterfuck of a tag match against my best frenemy Steve Awesome--'
Donzig tossed his strap down on the table, and he wiped his wrist across the back of his mouth with a shrug.
'--nice to see he is alive, of course I see that this is part of the conspiracy! Oh, oh yeah, you see I could have been paired with Steve! I have actual tag team experience with Steve don't I? And I could have happily carried the wounded, near dead, whatever he is Steve Awesome to a win! But no! That would have been too much for the Board! So instead Steve is tagged with Rat Bastard.'
Donzig frowned, and he stared at the board with his back to the camera.
'By the way, how did Rat Bastard slink out of the XHF old folks home get a contract at one of these other places, then show up in Reign! And then he walks in the doors of my company, of my fucking domain, the very goddamned house that Donzig built! And he gets handed a shot at not one, not two, but three of MY FUCKING PLATES in his debut! But, but, but--' Donzig's hand lifted, three fingers in the air. '--there's more! This son of a bitch doesn't even have to beat me, he doesn't even have to pin a virtual wrestling God! No! He can been that Aussie piece of shit, Aiden Merric!'
Donzig bowed his head, and he lifted his arms in a shrug before he let them drop. He sighed, shaking his head before he turned as a hand tugged at his beard.
'Who by the way, I have beaten from pillar to fucking post! And so this old man or the dying Steve Awesome doesn't even have to pin a goddamned champion, they don't even need to defeat the Scourge! They don't even need to beat me, they just need to beat this fucking Aussie hack! Super fair, super legitimate! This is a conspiracy!'
Donzig scowled, his head lifting as he started to pace again. A hand lifting, and he waved a finger as he glanced at the board before he sniffed.
'But of course there is more! Because you see someone realized that I have made a career out of carrying goddamned Australians on this Network! I have in fact carried the entire company of fucking Australia on my back, and I am used to overcoming the weaknesses of certain Australians! So frankly, I am sure I would be just fine putting in double time to make sure Aiden and I would win! BUT OF COURSE THAT IS TOO OBVIOUS!'
A fist slammed against the board, and Donzig growled.
'Because after I tear Rat Bastard and Steve limb from fucking limb, after I beat them to a pulp! All Aiden has to do is sweep in and steal all my hard work! Which by the way is an apt metaphor since this entire match is just three vultures with the blessing of the Reign board swooping in to steal what belongs to me! TO ME! Well, guess what Aiden? You get the least bit out of fucking line? I don't need you to beat two fucking dying degenerates do I? No, no, no!'
Donzig reached back, lifting his mask before he slowly dragged it back down over his face. He hissed, a shudder running through him before a hand lifted to drag across his mouth. Then his hand curled into a claw, and he shook is head before he rasped.
'And as for the architects of this latest conspiracy, for this little insult? You can walk around this network, and you can collect all the elites, all the icons, from the Bang Bros., to New Money, to the fucking Four Pillars, eh? You can go from South America to England and all the goddamned way to Japan! From New Orleans to Kyoto! You can line them all up, LINE THEM ALL THE FUCK UP! And I will fucking mow them all down, I will fucking grind them into the earth, and they will know that I am the Wonder and Terror of this Age! No matter if some asshat who needs fucking knives steals from me, no matter if the Reign Board tries to take what is mine, no matter what executives hate my guts! I am what I am, and what I am? So if this conspiracy is the best you have? You better go back and get a goddamned new one!'
Donzig stalked off, and a door slammed somewhere in the sudden darkness.
'You see, the Reign Board of Directors think I don't see what is going on. But the Scourge sees everything, what I see? What I see is a fucking conspiracy against Donzig-gun! And when you conspire, and plot, and fucking scheme against Donzig-gun? You are conspiring against me! You think I don't see what you are doing? What the entire XHF is doing? You think it was mere random chance that I entered the Rumble at number four? FOUR!'
His voice was a shriek. Donzig lifted a hand, finger extended as he bowed his head. He took a deep breath, then another before he continued in his raspy growl.
'Was it by chance that somehow that some fucking security guy in the back didn't notice the giant tattooed hulk who managed to invade the greatest and most prestigious event in the XHF calendar! And I do mean that son of a bitch Eddie D! And no one saw him, no one noticed him, and he attacked me! He attacked me! In the middle of the goddamned Rumble, and what happened? NOTHING! FUCKING NOTHING!'
Another pause, and Donzig turned as he started to pace again as a hand lifted.
'But this isn't about this, because I know exactly who is behind these little displays.'
Donzig waved a hand at the board, the section of which displayed a photo of Mongo the Destroyer. And of course four strings ran off of it, and one of those was wrapped around a picture of the Murder Lizard. And Donzig continued with his pacing, before he rapped his knuckles absently against another picture which displayed the JROK logo before he frowned.
'They think I don't know how fucking jealous the four of them are. But I know exactly what they are up to! But the time is running out of them because I promise you, I promise you that pillars? Pillars? They fucking fall, they rot and decay, and they topple! And whatever the fuck it is they are holding up? It comes down to, eh? And I am waiting, always waiting in the ruins. In the ash.'
Donzig waved a hand, he paced back towards the camera as his coat swirled around him. And he raked his fingers through his beard again, and he shook his head before he continued.
'Which brings me to Reign. Now you see I view Reign as the crown jewel of Donzig-gun's empire, I see Reign as the heart of my dominion! And now? Now? NOW? Well, now that hack Blaze Freya is here, lurking around, being a degenerate! And of course just inviting my enemies here is not enough is it? You see Reign is the elite of the elite, eh? The very fucking best of the best! And as far as I am concerned?'
Donzig paused, sneering.
'And bear in mind that my opinion is the only one that goddamned matters!'
A wave of his hand, and he snarled.
'I am the best of the best of the best!'
Donzig reached behind him, and he dragged out a strap from which dangled his three Reign plates. He held them up, and his free hand moved to drag across them before he shrugged. They spun under his fingers, and he scowled as he continued with a grunt.
'These are mine, they represent the fact that pound for fucking pound? I am the goddamned master of whatever style of wrestling it amuses me to wrestle in, that I am in fact? Everything I say I am! And so imagine my shock, imagine my surprise when the fuckers on the Board of Directors make this match! And at this match, at this so-called match! I will be forced to defend all three of my plates in some clusterfuck of a tag match against my best frenemy Steve Awesome--'
Donzig tossed his strap down on the table, and he wiped his wrist across the back of his mouth with a shrug.
'--nice to see he is alive, of course I see that this is part of the conspiracy! Oh, oh yeah, you see I could have been paired with Steve! I have actual tag team experience with Steve don't I? And I could have happily carried the wounded, near dead, whatever he is Steve Awesome to a win! But no! That would have been too much for the Board! So instead Steve is tagged with Rat Bastard.'
Donzig frowned, and he stared at the board with his back to the camera.
'By the way, how did Rat Bastard slink out of the XHF old folks home get a contract at one of these other places, then show up in Reign! And then he walks in the doors of my company, of my fucking domain, the very goddamned house that Donzig built! And he gets handed a shot at not one, not two, but three of MY FUCKING PLATES in his debut! But, but, but--' Donzig's hand lifted, three fingers in the air. '--there's more! This son of a bitch doesn't even have to beat me, he doesn't even have to pin a virtual wrestling God! No! He can been that Aussie piece of shit, Aiden Merric!'
Donzig bowed his head, and he lifted his arms in a shrug before he let them drop. He sighed, shaking his head before he turned as a hand tugged at his beard.
'Who by the way, I have beaten from pillar to fucking post! And so this old man or the dying Steve Awesome doesn't even have to pin a goddamned champion, they don't even need to defeat the Scourge! They don't even need to beat me, they just need to beat this fucking Aussie hack! Super fair, super legitimate! This is a conspiracy!'
Donzig scowled, his head lifting as he started to pace again. A hand lifting, and he waved a finger as he glanced at the board before he sniffed.
'But of course there is more! Because you see someone realized that I have made a career out of carrying goddamned Australians on this Network! I have in fact carried the entire company of fucking Australia on my back, and I am used to overcoming the weaknesses of certain Australians! So frankly, I am sure I would be just fine putting in double time to make sure Aiden and I would win! BUT OF COURSE THAT IS TOO OBVIOUS!'
A fist slammed against the board, and Donzig growled.
'Because after I tear Rat Bastard and Steve limb from fucking limb, after I beat them to a pulp! All Aiden has to do is sweep in and steal all my hard work! Which by the way is an apt metaphor since this entire match is just three vultures with the blessing of the Reign board swooping in to steal what belongs to me! TO ME! Well, guess what Aiden? You get the least bit out of fucking line? I don't need you to beat two fucking dying degenerates do I? No, no, no!'
Donzig reached back, lifting his mask before he slowly dragged it back down over his face. He hissed, a shudder running through him before a hand lifted to drag across his mouth. Then his hand curled into a claw, and he shook is head before he rasped.
'And as for the architects of this latest conspiracy, for this little insult? You can walk around this network, and you can collect all the elites, all the icons, from the Bang Bros., to New Money, to the fucking Four Pillars, eh? You can go from South America to England and all the goddamned way to Japan! From New Orleans to Kyoto! You can line them all up, LINE THEM ALL THE FUCK UP! And I will fucking mow them all down, I will fucking grind them into the earth, and they will know that I am the Wonder and Terror of this Age! No matter if some asshat who needs fucking knives steals from me, no matter if the Reign Board tries to take what is mine, no matter what executives hate my guts! I am what I am, and what I am? So if this conspiracy is the best you have? You better go back and get a goddamned new one!'
Donzig stalked off, and a door slammed somewhere in the sudden darkness.