Post by Donzig on Jul 23, 2022 21:01:48 GMT -5
Donzig stands atop what appear to be the battlements of a castle, and the city of Nottingham spreads below him as he walks along the wall. His coat snaps angrily behind him, and he stares down at the city from behind his mask before he shrugs. He leans on the stones, and then his voice growls.
'You see much like the lords of old, I am standing here on the battlements of my domain! And I am looking down at the fucking hovels of the smallfolk spread below! Smallfolk like these fans in the cheap seats, smallfolk like those three degenerates and their crew of--'
Donzig paused, and he seemed to think as his fingers tightened on the ancient stones of the castle. Then a hand lifted, and waved absently.
'--misfits! Or even smallfolk like Havok, or Morrissey! Because you see the enemies of the Scourge are all around us, hiding down among those streets and hovels like the vermin they are! Like the fucking scum that they are! And worst of all, the very worst is of course is you, Eddie D! Oh, you walk around here like you are one of them with your girl on your arm, and chit chatting with these so called reporters! And acting like you're the nicest guy in the world, because you're Eddie D! You're the Good Guy! You're Mister SWAT! You're just the next Big Daddy aren't you!'
Donzig's voice rose to a shriek, and he paused as he lifted a hand to press his finger against his mask. He took a deep breath, and then he turned to lean against the stones with a shrug.
'And then, out in the wilderness! Out in the fucking trees with the goddamned squirrels, and the wolves, and the bunnies? I have Psychotic Goth telling me he is the dragon or some shit, he is the Dragon of W:UK and he is going to eat Hunter? Or tag with Hunter? And of course, then we have Hunter who is no doubt meditating on why I would like to rip him apart!'
Donzig lifted his hands, and he fumed as he started to stalk back and forth along the wall.
'I have some Amish guy, who by the way has shown me nothing but disrespect as I have no new furniture! I have some Ryan Gosling looking freak, there are three new people who have yet to bow down and pay any homage to Death in High Places! There are the Dark Stars who seem to think this is a bad episode of Horrible Histories! And of course, there is Mister fucking Blood.'
Donzig's hand curled into a fist, and he lifted it slowly as he cocked his head.
'Blood you seem to labor under the delusion that you have some power over me, and let me promise you that just like every other fucking suit in this company? You will soon discover to your dismay that no one, no one, no thing, no power commands the Chosen! I am the anointed of the Void, I bring Oblivion to this world, I am the first of the Children of the Fall. And so when I walk into Nottingham, not as man but as a God! As the New God of Extreme, you too will bow down before me! Because I am the Wonder and Terror of this age!'
Donzig stared, a hand lifted to brush his knuckles across the slots of his mask before he turned back towards the city.
'And yet, despite this sea of enemies, despite all of the disrespect heaped before the throne of your rightful master! I will save the W:UK, I will restore it to glory, and I will guide it into a new age! And all of that starts with you Eddie D! All of that starts with you because by taking the hero of these fucking rabble, by taking the biggest name in W:UK, by taking the greatest Champion in the history of SWAT, a man respected and feared across the XHF! Right? Because Eddie these people, these fucking smallfolk? They love you! They offer you the love that they should be giving to me! The love that should be rightfully mine, and they give it to you freely! Even the Bastards, even the fucking Bastards show you respect, they shook your goddamned hand!'
Donzig fumed silently, and his fingers clawed at the stone before he whirled around again. His eyes blazed behind that mask, and he shoved back the hood as he snarled.
'Because of you! Because of you! They do not give me what should be mine! Because of you! You! I am not standing here with the W:UK World Heavyweight Title! And you might, you might just think, maybe! That maybe, just maybe that I am tired, that after a month of war after war across this network that even the Scourge must be tired! That even Great Donzig has to be slowing down! But let me promise you something, Eddie D! All of these matches, all of these wars? From Overheated, to Night of Champions, and even at Oh Violent Night Two--'
A pause, and Donzig growled.
'--all of that is prologue, all of that is just a mere appetizer for what I have in fuckin store for you, Big Man! You should probably leave you your little piece of eyecandy at home because I am going to tear you to pieces! I am going to wade in gore! Every weapon they bring for you to use on me? I am going to turn it on you, Eddie! And I will teach this rebellious kingdom that they should fear DEATH IN HIGH PLACES ABOVE ALL THINGS!'
A deep breath, and Donzig dragged his hand across his mask before he snarled.
'No weapon formed against me shall prosper, every tongue that rises against me in judgment? I will condemn. This is the beginning of the end.'
A pause.
'See you soon.'
'You see much like the lords of old, I am standing here on the battlements of my domain! And I am looking down at the fucking hovels of the smallfolk spread below! Smallfolk like these fans in the cheap seats, smallfolk like those three degenerates and their crew of--'
Donzig paused, and he seemed to think as his fingers tightened on the ancient stones of the castle. Then a hand lifted, and waved absently.
'--misfits! Or even smallfolk like Havok, or Morrissey! Because you see the enemies of the Scourge are all around us, hiding down among those streets and hovels like the vermin they are! Like the fucking scum that they are! And worst of all, the very worst is of course is you, Eddie D! Oh, you walk around here like you are one of them with your girl on your arm, and chit chatting with these so called reporters! And acting like you're the nicest guy in the world, because you're Eddie D! You're the Good Guy! You're Mister SWAT! You're just the next Big Daddy aren't you!'
Donzig's voice rose to a shriek, and he paused as he lifted a hand to press his finger against his mask. He took a deep breath, and then he turned to lean against the stones with a shrug.
'And then, out in the wilderness! Out in the fucking trees with the goddamned squirrels, and the wolves, and the bunnies? I have Psychotic Goth telling me he is the dragon or some shit, he is the Dragon of W:UK and he is going to eat Hunter? Or tag with Hunter? And of course, then we have Hunter who is no doubt meditating on why I would like to rip him apart!'
Donzig lifted his hands, and he fumed as he started to stalk back and forth along the wall.
'I have some Amish guy, who by the way has shown me nothing but disrespect as I have no new furniture! I have some Ryan Gosling looking freak, there are three new people who have yet to bow down and pay any homage to Death in High Places! There are the Dark Stars who seem to think this is a bad episode of Horrible Histories! And of course, there is Mister fucking Blood.'
Donzig's hand curled into a fist, and he lifted it slowly as he cocked his head.
'Blood you seem to labor under the delusion that you have some power over me, and let me promise you that just like every other fucking suit in this company? You will soon discover to your dismay that no one, no one, no thing, no power commands the Chosen! I am the anointed of the Void, I bring Oblivion to this world, I am the first of the Children of the Fall. And so when I walk into Nottingham, not as man but as a God! As the New God of Extreme, you too will bow down before me! Because I am the Wonder and Terror of this age!'
Donzig stared, a hand lifted to brush his knuckles across the slots of his mask before he turned back towards the city.
'And yet, despite this sea of enemies, despite all of the disrespect heaped before the throne of your rightful master! I will save the W:UK, I will restore it to glory, and I will guide it into a new age! And all of that starts with you Eddie D! All of that starts with you because by taking the hero of these fucking rabble, by taking the biggest name in W:UK, by taking the greatest Champion in the history of SWAT, a man respected and feared across the XHF! Right? Because Eddie these people, these fucking smallfolk? They love you! They offer you the love that they should be giving to me! The love that should be rightfully mine, and they give it to you freely! Even the Bastards, even the fucking Bastards show you respect, they shook your goddamned hand!'
Donzig fumed silently, and his fingers clawed at the stone before he whirled around again. His eyes blazed behind that mask, and he shoved back the hood as he snarled.
'Because of you! Because of you! They do not give me what should be mine! Because of you! You! I am not standing here with the W:UK World Heavyweight Title! And you might, you might just think, maybe! That maybe, just maybe that I am tired, that after a month of war after war across this network that even the Scourge must be tired! That even Great Donzig has to be slowing down! But let me promise you something, Eddie D! All of these matches, all of these wars? From Overheated, to Night of Champions, and even at Oh Violent Night Two--'
A pause, and Donzig growled.
'--all of that is prologue, all of that is just a mere appetizer for what I have in fuckin store for you, Big Man! You should probably leave you your little piece of eyecandy at home because I am going to tear you to pieces! I am going to wade in gore! Every weapon they bring for you to use on me? I am going to turn it on you, Eddie! And I will teach this rebellious kingdom that they should fear DEATH IN HIGH PLACES ABOVE ALL THINGS!'
A deep breath, and Donzig dragged his hand across his mask before he snarled.
'No weapon formed against me shall prosper, every tongue that rises against me in judgment? I will condemn. This is the beginning of the end.'
A pause.
'See you soon.'
