A Burial. (Bastards, Goth, Eddie, and Armand)
Jul 2, 2022 19:04:32 GMT -5
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Post by Donzig on Jul 2, 2022 19:04:32 GMT -5
'Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears. I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.'
Donzig stands beside an open grave, and gathered around him are Donzig-gun. Inside the grave is a coffin draped in a black and white SWAT flag, and Donzig lifts a hand before flinging a fistful of dirt onto it. The hooded form of Sinclair Godfrey steps forward, and tosses a single black rose into the hole.
'The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones. So let it be with Caesar.'
The masked face lifted, and Donzig gave a nod. Mormo and Moloch, the loyal foot soldiers of the Scourge grab shovels from nearby. They begin to throw dirt into the grave, slowly filling it as Donzig walks off a few steps followed by the pretty Baroness. He pauses, a hand lifting to splay across the mask before he draws it off. His face still shows scars of his battle at OVN 2. And he rakes his fingers through his beard before he hands the mask to Sinclair.
'So let it be with SWAT! Because you see I am the evil that lives after it! All I see this week is people dragging out the legacy and history of SWAT, and boys? I have had it.'
A hand lifted, and Donzig gestured towards the grave.
'You see Goth? Eddie D? Well, Eddie D might have been the heart of SWAT! And Goth? You may have been it's soul? But only one of us walked the fucking XHF with the SWAT flag in one hand, and blood dripping from the other! Only one of us was the fucking pride of SWAT! And it wasn't the Good Guy, and it sure as fuck wasn't the Serpent of SWAT! And when SWAT crawled off the Network? I only saw one person with the balls to stand here and keep fighting for it!'
Donzig paused, spitting before he glanced at where the Death Squad were still digging. And he lifted a hand, wiping his hand across his mouth before he continued with a scowl. His eyes narrowed, and he turned his back to the camera to watch.
'You're the heart and soul? I was it's muscle and gall. Bone, brain, and cock! And so you two can keep dragging it out of the grave, but I want you both to remember who put down the Founder! Which one of us sent the Founder packing off to the Bush with his tail between his fucking legs, and that was the most SWAT thing that ever happened! And as for you, Armand?'
A hand lifted.
'You and I have a problem, and that problem is your wife. And so old friend, unlike other people in this company? Or on this network? I know that you know I don't mean a goddamned nice thing when I promise you? You will see me soon, Armand.'
Donzig turned again, and he paced a few steps before he waved his hand as the digging continued in the background under the watchful eyes of Sinclair.
'But here's the thing, while I am tired of watching the lot of you all digging up the corpse of SWAT? There are another group of people who ever fucking time they put it's name in their mouth? They draw the eyes of Death in High Places! And that is you three cock goblins as always! The Bastards! You think you have something to say? Is that it? Because let me enlighten the three of you.'
Donzig pointed, and he sneered.
'Windsor. Riot. Fowler. You stayed out of SWAT because you would not have survived! You were not ready to walk in the land of killers like the Hellhounds! Like Rally Jackson the Golden God! Like Keith fucking Williams in SWAT, because that guy that lurked around being emo in NPW was the same animal! You weren't ready to face Devon D'Andre! I could stand here all night and list the names of people that would have buried your ass in Oz, but I have a better idea!'
Donzig took a deep breath, hand smoothing his beard before he shrugged.
'Old Man Blood just announced a show in fucking Australia, and I don't know or care what he has planned! I think since the five of you want to talk SWAT? We go down to Sydney, and we settle SWAT business. The Bastards vs. Eddie D, Psychotic Goth, and the one and only Bandit King! Six Man Elimination match, SWAT rules! And for you three fuckboys? That means no rules.'
Donzig smiled, a cold nasty smile.
'And when I stand over the fucking wreckage? I never want to hear about this shit again!'
Donzig stands beside an open grave, and gathered around him are Donzig-gun. Inside the grave is a coffin draped in a black and white SWAT flag, and Donzig lifts a hand before flinging a fistful of dirt onto it. The hooded form of Sinclair Godfrey steps forward, and tosses a single black rose into the hole.
'The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones. So let it be with Caesar.'
The masked face lifted, and Donzig gave a nod. Mormo and Moloch, the loyal foot soldiers of the Scourge grab shovels from nearby. They begin to throw dirt into the grave, slowly filling it as Donzig walks off a few steps followed by the pretty Baroness. He pauses, a hand lifting to splay across the mask before he draws it off. His face still shows scars of his battle at OVN 2. And he rakes his fingers through his beard before he hands the mask to Sinclair.
'So let it be with SWAT! Because you see I am the evil that lives after it! All I see this week is people dragging out the legacy and history of SWAT, and boys? I have had it.'
A hand lifted, and Donzig gestured towards the grave.
'You see Goth? Eddie D? Well, Eddie D might have been the heart of SWAT! And Goth? You may have been it's soul? But only one of us walked the fucking XHF with the SWAT flag in one hand, and blood dripping from the other! Only one of us was the fucking pride of SWAT! And it wasn't the Good Guy, and it sure as fuck wasn't the Serpent of SWAT! And when SWAT crawled off the Network? I only saw one person with the balls to stand here and keep fighting for it!'
Donzig paused, spitting before he glanced at where the Death Squad were still digging. And he lifted a hand, wiping his hand across his mouth before he continued with a scowl. His eyes narrowed, and he turned his back to the camera to watch.
'You're the heart and soul? I was it's muscle and gall. Bone, brain, and cock! And so you two can keep dragging it out of the grave, but I want you both to remember who put down the Founder! Which one of us sent the Founder packing off to the Bush with his tail between his fucking legs, and that was the most SWAT thing that ever happened! And as for you, Armand?'
A hand lifted.
'You and I have a problem, and that problem is your wife. And so old friend, unlike other people in this company? Or on this network? I know that you know I don't mean a goddamned nice thing when I promise you? You will see me soon, Armand.'
Donzig turned again, and he paced a few steps before he waved his hand as the digging continued in the background under the watchful eyes of Sinclair.
'But here's the thing, while I am tired of watching the lot of you all digging up the corpse of SWAT? There are another group of people who ever fucking time they put it's name in their mouth? They draw the eyes of Death in High Places! And that is you three cock goblins as always! The Bastards! You think you have something to say? Is that it? Because let me enlighten the three of you.'
Donzig pointed, and he sneered.
'Windsor. Riot. Fowler. You stayed out of SWAT because you would not have survived! You were not ready to walk in the land of killers like the Hellhounds! Like Rally Jackson the Golden God! Like Keith fucking Williams in SWAT, because that guy that lurked around being emo in NPW was the same animal! You weren't ready to face Devon D'Andre! I could stand here all night and list the names of people that would have buried your ass in Oz, but I have a better idea!'
Donzig took a deep breath, hand smoothing his beard before he shrugged.
'Old Man Blood just announced a show in fucking Australia, and I don't know or care what he has planned! I think since the five of you want to talk SWAT? We go down to Sydney, and we settle SWAT business. The Bastards vs. Eddie D, Psychotic Goth, and the one and only Bandit King! Six Man Elimination match, SWAT rules! And for you three fuckboys? That means no rules.'
Donzig smiled, a cold nasty smile.
'And when I stand over the fucking wreckage? I never want to hear about this shit again!'
