Post by Donzig on May 15, 2022 0:45:47 GMT -5
'I sell ice in the winter, I sell fire in Hell.' Donzig's voice rasped from the darkness 'I'm a hustler, baby, I'll sell water to a whale.'
A match flared lighting the place bright white before it became black and grey, and a candle was lit. Donzig's mask gleamed as he leaned back, and he steepled his fingers before him. He tapped them against his mask, and then he let his hands fall to the arms of his chair. And he cocked his head, sniffing.
'And you can't hustle a hustler can you, Frank? You sit there and you talked a good game, you said all the right things in all the right places. But--' A finger lifted and Donzig stared. '--well, Frank? The thing is? The Bastards may be the gold standard, they might be the best in W:UK! They might be the best in the XHF! But you see Frank the thing is? I can not be measured by those standards, I am beyond them. They are inadequate to describe a being like me. And that is why when I look at you? I see through your bravado, I see through your braggadocio, you are not a stupid man. I know that.'
Donzig tsked, his hand falling to rest against the arm of his chair. And he fell silent for a moment, lost in thought before he shrugged before he leaned forward.
'The Bastards know what I am, they know exactly what I am capable of, they know what I will do to take what I call mine. They look at Donzig-gun, and they see my vision for this place. And so for Frank to sit there and act like I don't matter to the Bastards? That is a lie. For Frank to sit there and act like he is not the under-dog walking into his hometown? Like I will not turn First Direct Arena into an abattoir? That is a lie. For Frank to act like I will not make Leeds into my killing field?'
Donzig's voice rose to a shriek, and he clawed at the carved end of the arm of the chair. And he paused, taking a deep breath that hissed from behind his mask as he froze. Then he lifted a hand, wiping it across his mouth before it fell again.
'Another lie.'
Donzig stared at the candle, the flames dancing across the surface of his mask before he growled again.
'Frank, I am not one of these men who just discounts his opponents. I am not going to mock your abilities, or your skills, because frankly? To do so would diminish my own glory. But, but, but, Frank? Really? You don't have the skill of Rob Riot, you don't have the power of Fowler, but you are tough I will give you that. And you have heart, and believe me I know that heart goes a long way.'
A pause, and Donzig leaned back.
'But I am the Wonder and Terror of this age, I am Death in High Places, eh? The Scourge. And this? This isn't even a wrestling match, Frank. This won't be a match like my little spat with Eddie D will it? There will be no reprieve for you. Because this is a fucking street fight! This is a fight without rules, with no room for mercy! And I know you and the Bastards have been around long enough to know what I will do when there are no rules. When there no little technicalities to hide behind! I am going to hurt Frank, I am going to paint your hometown red with your fucking blood! I am going to send you back to the Bastards in pieces! I am going to beat you so badly your woman will not even know who in the fuck you are!'
His hand lifted, and he stared at it as he absently curled and uncurled his fingers.
'Did you know that I sit here as the Fireside Spark Champion? Did you know that I hold four fucking Reign Plates? Did you know Frank, did you know that in the entire history of the CWA Network that I suffered one, exactly one singles loss? That I was pinned and this is fucking key twice for it's entire existence? And let me promise you that the Founder will not be coming down to help you, Frank! I had to go back and look to see when the last time I suffered a pinfall on the XHF Network, and my man?'
His hand crashed down, a fist slamming against the wood.
'It was last fucking year! It was last goddamned year, Frank! And you? You are no EVK! So Frank you might fool your woman, you may fool your muppet friends, and you might fool these fucking locals here in Yorkshire! You might have your fellow Bastards buying your shit! But don't kid yourself, don't think for one minute that I don't see the fear in your eyes! Because you may have been a tag team champion for over a year! But this time? THIS FUCKING TIME? IT'S YOU AND ME! IT'S YOU AND ME, FRANK!'
A hand lifted, and Donzig took a deep breath as he calmed himself.
'You want to talk about your woman, Frank? What did you call them? Your 'bitch'?' Donzig made air quotes, and he snorted. 'She's a champion, Frank? Did you know that Sinclair Godfrey has lost exactly three singles matches in her entire fucking career? Did you know that the Baroness of Donzig-gun in fact has only been pinned in a singles match twice in an over a year? So Frank we can compare apples to oranges all day, but point blank? Much like you and I? The facts are? Sinclair is just better then your muppet queen. And if I got my hands on your woman?'
Donzig laughed, he laughed that odd hissing mechanical laugh that rasped from behind the mask before he lifted his hand to press knuckles against it.
'Frank, you do I know I will end her career with a smile, right? It doesn't matter to me at all, and the worst part is? I would do it just to hurt you, Frank. I don't even care about her, I don't even remember her fucking name! So you can sit there and lie to yourself, lie to the rabble of Yorkshire, to the Bastards, to your bitch? But don't ever think I can't see through you.'
A hand lifted, and he splayed his hand across the mask. His fingers sank into the eyes, and the hand tightened before he slowly dragged it off. His eyes blazed with cold fury, and he stared down at the mask. His fingers raked through his wild beard, and he shrugged as the mask settled in his lap. He leaned forward again, rolling his shoulders.
'You aren't dealing with the Revenants now, Frank. You're not playing with Keith. I am not Steve Awesome. I am not Timeless. I am Death in High Places, Frank. I am motherfucking Donzig. And what I deal in? Is pain, and fear! The lines of people I have broken before my will stretch from here down into the cold depths of the Abyss. And you think somehow? You're different? That the Sultan of Schlong is going to get one over on me? That you will walk out of Leeds unchanged? Go ask the people of XHF what it costs to beat me, ask them how much it takes from you. Because I am inevitable, Frank. And when we go to war in your precious Yorkshire? I will make you just another victim.'
A hand lifted and fell with a shrug.
'At least people will remember you had the balls to call me out, to challenge me at my own game, Frank. That's something at least.'
Donzig reached out, and his fingers crushed the wick of the candle. The flame was snuffed out, and a swirl of smoke was visible before Donzig growled from the sudden darkness.
'See you soon, Frank. See you soon.'
A match flared lighting the place bright white before it became black and grey, and a candle was lit. Donzig's mask gleamed as he leaned back, and he steepled his fingers before him. He tapped them against his mask, and then he let his hands fall to the arms of his chair. And he cocked his head, sniffing.
'And you can't hustle a hustler can you, Frank? You sit there and you talked a good game, you said all the right things in all the right places. But--' A finger lifted and Donzig stared. '--well, Frank? The thing is? The Bastards may be the gold standard, they might be the best in W:UK! They might be the best in the XHF! But you see Frank the thing is? I can not be measured by those standards, I am beyond them. They are inadequate to describe a being like me. And that is why when I look at you? I see through your bravado, I see through your braggadocio, you are not a stupid man. I know that.'
Donzig tsked, his hand falling to rest against the arm of his chair. And he fell silent for a moment, lost in thought before he shrugged before he leaned forward.
'The Bastards know what I am, they know exactly what I am capable of, they know what I will do to take what I call mine. They look at Donzig-gun, and they see my vision for this place. And so for Frank to sit there and act like I don't matter to the Bastards? That is a lie. For Frank to sit there and act like he is not the under-dog walking into his hometown? Like I will not turn First Direct Arena into an abattoir? That is a lie. For Frank to act like I will not make Leeds into my killing field?'
Donzig's voice rose to a shriek, and he clawed at the carved end of the arm of the chair. And he paused, taking a deep breath that hissed from behind his mask as he froze. Then he lifted a hand, wiping it across his mouth before it fell again.
'Another lie.'
Donzig stared at the candle, the flames dancing across the surface of his mask before he growled again.
'Frank, I am not one of these men who just discounts his opponents. I am not going to mock your abilities, or your skills, because frankly? To do so would diminish my own glory. But, but, but, Frank? Really? You don't have the skill of Rob Riot, you don't have the power of Fowler, but you are tough I will give you that. And you have heart, and believe me I know that heart goes a long way.'
A pause, and Donzig leaned back.
'But I am the Wonder and Terror of this age, I am Death in High Places, eh? The Scourge. And this? This isn't even a wrestling match, Frank. This won't be a match like my little spat with Eddie D will it? There will be no reprieve for you. Because this is a fucking street fight! This is a fight without rules, with no room for mercy! And I know you and the Bastards have been around long enough to know what I will do when there are no rules. When there no little technicalities to hide behind! I am going to hurt Frank, I am going to paint your hometown red with your fucking blood! I am going to send you back to the Bastards in pieces! I am going to beat you so badly your woman will not even know who in the fuck you are!'
His hand lifted, and he stared at it as he absently curled and uncurled his fingers.
'Did you know that I sit here as the Fireside Spark Champion? Did you know that I hold four fucking Reign Plates? Did you know Frank, did you know that in the entire history of the CWA Network that I suffered one, exactly one singles loss? That I was pinned and this is fucking key twice for it's entire existence? And let me promise you that the Founder will not be coming down to help you, Frank! I had to go back and look to see when the last time I suffered a pinfall on the XHF Network, and my man?'
His hand crashed down, a fist slamming against the wood.
'It was last fucking year! It was last goddamned year, Frank! And you? You are no EVK! So Frank you might fool your woman, you may fool your muppet friends, and you might fool these fucking locals here in Yorkshire! You might have your fellow Bastards buying your shit! But don't kid yourself, don't think for one minute that I don't see the fear in your eyes! Because you may have been a tag team champion for over a year! But this time? THIS FUCKING TIME? IT'S YOU AND ME! IT'S YOU AND ME, FRANK!'
A hand lifted, and Donzig took a deep breath as he calmed himself.
'You want to talk about your woman, Frank? What did you call them? Your 'bitch'?' Donzig made air quotes, and he snorted. 'She's a champion, Frank? Did you know that Sinclair Godfrey has lost exactly three singles matches in her entire fucking career? Did you know that the Baroness of Donzig-gun in fact has only been pinned in a singles match twice in an over a year? So Frank we can compare apples to oranges all day, but point blank? Much like you and I? The facts are? Sinclair is just better then your muppet queen. And if I got my hands on your woman?'
Donzig laughed, he laughed that odd hissing mechanical laugh that rasped from behind the mask before he lifted his hand to press knuckles against it.
'Frank, you do I know I will end her career with a smile, right? It doesn't matter to me at all, and the worst part is? I would do it just to hurt you, Frank. I don't even care about her, I don't even remember her fucking name! So you can sit there and lie to yourself, lie to the rabble of Yorkshire, to the Bastards, to your bitch? But don't ever think I can't see through you.'
A hand lifted, and he splayed his hand across the mask. His fingers sank into the eyes, and the hand tightened before he slowly dragged it off. His eyes blazed with cold fury, and he stared down at the mask. His fingers raked through his wild beard, and he shrugged as the mask settled in his lap. He leaned forward again, rolling his shoulders.
'You aren't dealing with the Revenants now, Frank. You're not playing with Keith. I am not Steve Awesome. I am not Timeless. I am Death in High Places, Frank. I am motherfucking Donzig. And what I deal in? Is pain, and fear! The lines of people I have broken before my will stretch from here down into the cold depths of the Abyss. And you think somehow? You're different? That the Sultan of Schlong is going to get one over on me? That you will walk out of Leeds unchanged? Go ask the people of XHF what it costs to beat me, ask them how much it takes from you. Because I am inevitable, Frank. And when we go to war in your precious Yorkshire? I will make you just another victim.'
A hand lifted and fell with a shrug.
'At least people will remember you had the balls to call me out, to challenge me at my own game, Frank. That's something at least.'
Donzig reached out, and his fingers crushed the wick of the candle. The flame was snuffed out, and a swirl of smoke was visible before Donzig growled from the sudden darkness.
'See you soon, Frank. See you soon.'
