Leeds, the World Title, the Bastards, and Frank (RP #1)
May 12, 2022 16:21:46 GMT -5
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Post by Donzig on May 12, 2022 16:21:46 GMT -5
Donzig sneered, standing on a darkened street wearing his long leather coat with his hood drawn up. He glanced around the street, then lifted a hand to wave it before him in disgust. He sniffed, looking around before he continued.
'Hello, Frank. It has come to my attention that many of the--' Donzig paused, a lip curling in disdain before he fairly spat. '--people. If you can call them people here in Leeds think of you as the hometown hero. That you are one of them, and that? Well, that I can fucking believe! Because as I sat here in the fucking shithole of Leeds, I could see how you were one of these people. And it made me sick, Frank.'
He walked down the street, glancing around at the shops and buildings with a faint scowl. A hand lifted, fingers dragging through his beard with a shrug. His hand waved again, and he glowered.
'In fact, if I had my way? I would rather skip this fucking show then spend one more minute in Leeds, but lucky for you and the good folks of Leeds.'
The Scourge rolled his eyes, and he continued down the street.
'I have my heart set on kicking the shit out of the worst, the most degenerate, and the absolute most ridiculous of the Bastards! And that is you, Frank. You see I was content to let the Bastards do whatever the fuck it is they do! But of course, the Bastards are so obsessed with me! Obsessed with me, so obsessed with being in the sunshine that is the presence of the Scourge! That maybe just maybe, I will fucking grace the lot of you with my attention that you had to get in my business! You had to get in my fucking way, you see--'
Donzig paused, a hand lifted as he glared.
'--I was teaching that disgrace, that absolute pile of trash Eddie D an important lesson! And you know what? You know something? You're fucking lucky, Eddie! You're fucking lucky because these referees took pity on you! They felt bad because of the beating I was handing you! So now there will be enough of you to drag your sorry carcass into the World Title Triple Threat here in this festering sore on the face of the Earth! This little slice of the Third World here in the heart of Britain where they think Frank Windsor is a role model! Fuck! Fuck! They will probably cheer for you too, Eddie! After all you are just a bigger, more ripped, less sexy version of Frank aren't you?'
His hand fell, Donzig lifted his head with a scowl.
'Don't worry, Eddie. You and I? We'e not done just yet are we? No, no, no. But we will be, and speaking of which? There is no need for you and Havok to thank me for softening up the Bastards' own Fowler for you either. Because I want all three of you to just remember one thing? One fucking thing!'
Donzig paused, and his wrist swept across his mouth. He shrugged, and he kept walking down the dark street as he shoved back his hood.
'That title? It's not a prize, it's a death sentence. Because sooner or later? I will come for what is mine, and what is mine? Is that W:UK Heavyweight Championship. So between the three of you? You can decide which one of you is going to get the first beating of my reign, eh? And that brings me back to Frank Windsor.'
A frown, and Donzig glanced around the street before he spat.
'Frank, you think I don't see what you're doing? Rob is out here fighting some Mennonite-' Donzig paused, staring at the camera before he spread his hands with a faint look of amusement. '--I always knew Rob was weird? But this? This is pretty fucked up, this guy out here brawling with some kid on Rumspringa or some shit? Like this is an episode of Amish Life? Little fucking dated, Rob, little fucking dated. But hey, whatever I had a match against some guys in Marsupial masks.'
Another pause, and Donzig mouthed the words 'Gus fucking Arnold' before he continued.
'Fowler is out here competing for the world title, and what is Frank Windsor doing in his hometown? Hanging around backstage with his fucking crew of muppets? Is that it? Disgusting.'
Donzig shook his head, and he lifted a hand to smooth his beard as he glowered at a small group of people staggering out of a local pub. They headed down the street, and Donzig lifted a leather clad arm as he shouted. 'Hey, what do you all think of Frank Windsor?'
They paused, speaking among themselves before one called back. 'Ah, mate! Bastards for life! The pride of Bradford right there!'
'Mate?'
Another one slurred drunkenly, and had to be held up by his friend. 'I hope he kicks the shit out of that bloody wanker in the mask!'
Donzig's eyes widened, and his hands balled into fists as he started forward. The trio blinked in surprise, and the one who had talked tried to get free looking for a scrap. His comrades hauled him away, yelling apologies as they dragged their friend away from the angry Donzig. He shook his head, sneering after them before he continued with a snort. 'These people, Frank. Really.'
A dismissive wave of his hand, and Donzig continued.
'So the question is what is the least relevant, the least talented, the least useful Bastard going to do? What can he do to impress his fucking little hometown fans! Oh, I know he can pick a fight with the real BADDEST MAN IN W:UK! He can pick a fight with the most decorated Champion worth being called a fucking Champion on the XHF! And that is where you fucked up? Because Frank you wanted my attention?'
A pause, and Donzig pulled on his mask.
'See you soon.'
'Hello, Frank. It has come to my attention that many of the--' Donzig paused, a lip curling in disdain before he fairly spat. '--people. If you can call them people here in Leeds think of you as the hometown hero. That you are one of them, and that? Well, that I can fucking believe! Because as I sat here in the fucking shithole of Leeds, I could see how you were one of these people. And it made me sick, Frank.'
He walked down the street, glancing around at the shops and buildings with a faint scowl. A hand lifted, fingers dragging through his beard with a shrug. His hand waved again, and he glowered.
'In fact, if I had my way? I would rather skip this fucking show then spend one more minute in Leeds, but lucky for you and the good folks of Leeds.'
The Scourge rolled his eyes, and he continued down the street.
'I have my heart set on kicking the shit out of the worst, the most degenerate, and the absolute most ridiculous of the Bastards! And that is you, Frank. You see I was content to let the Bastards do whatever the fuck it is they do! But of course, the Bastards are so obsessed with me! Obsessed with me, so obsessed with being in the sunshine that is the presence of the Scourge! That maybe just maybe, I will fucking grace the lot of you with my attention that you had to get in my business! You had to get in my fucking way, you see--'
Donzig paused, a hand lifted as he glared.
'--I was teaching that disgrace, that absolute pile of trash Eddie D an important lesson! And you know what? You know something? You're fucking lucky, Eddie! You're fucking lucky because these referees took pity on you! They felt bad because of the beating I was handing you! So now there will be enough of you to drag your sorry carcass into the World Title Triple Threat here in this festering sore on the face of the Earth! This little slice of the Third World here in the heart of Britain where they think Frank Windsor is a role model! Fuck! Fuck! They will probably cheer for you too, Eddie! After all you are just a bigger, more ripped, less sexy version of Frank aren't you?'
His hand fell, Donzig lifted his head with a scowl.
'Don't worry, Eddie. You and I? We'e not done just yet are we? No, no, no. But we will be, and speaking of which? There is no need for you and Havok to thank me for softening up the Bastards' own Fowler for you either. Because I want all three of you to just remember one thing? One fucking thing!'
Donzig paused, and his wrist swept across his mouth. He shrugged, and he kept walking down the dark street as he shoved back his hood.
'That title? It's not a prize, it's a death sentence. Because sooner or later? I will come for what is mine, and what is mine? Is that W:UK Heavyweight Championship. So between the three of you? You can decide which one of you is going to get the first beating of my reign, eh? And that brings me back to Frank Windsor.'
A frown, and Donzig glanced around the street before he spat.
'Frank, you think I don't see what you're doing? Rob is out here fighting some Mennonite-' Donzig paused, staring at the camera before he spread his hands with a faint look of amusement. '--I always knew Rob was weird? But this? This is pretty fucked up, this guy out here brawling with some kid on Rumspringa or some shit? Like this is an episode of Amish Life? Little fucking dated, Rob, little fucking dated. But hey, whatever I had a match against some guys in Marsupial masks.'
Another pause, and Donzig mouthed the words 'Gus fucking Arnold' before he continued.
'Fowler is out here competing for the world title, and what is Frank Windsor doing in his hometown? Hanging around backstage with his fucking crew of muppets? Is that it? Disgusting.'
Donzig shook his head, and he lifted a hand to smooth his beard as he glowered at a small group of people staggering out of a local pub. They headed down the street, and Donzig lifted a leather clad arm as he shouted. 'Hey, what do you all think of Frank Windsor?'
They paused, speaking among themselves before one called back. 'Ah, mate! Bastards for life! The pride of Bradford right there!'
'Mate?'
Another one slurred drunkenly, and had to be held up by his friend. 'I hope he kicks the shit out of that bloody wanker in the mask!'
Donzig's eyes widened, and his hands balled into fists as he started forward. The trio blinked in surprise, and the one who had talked tried to get free looking for a scrap. His comrades hauled him away, yelling apologies as they dragged their friend away from the angry Donzig. He shook his head, sneering after them before he continued with a snort. 'These people, Frank. Really.'
A dismissive wave of his hand, and Donzig continued.
'So the question is what is the least relevant, the least talented, the least useful Bastard going to do? What can he do to impress his fucking little hometown fans! Oh, I know he can pick a fight with the real BADDEST MAN IN W:UK! He can pick a fight with the most decorated Champion worth being called a fucking Champion on the XHF! And that is where you fucked up? Because Frank you wanted my attention?'
A pause, and Donzig pulled on his mask.
'See you soon.'
