Post by Donzig on Jul 29, 2022 7:39:30 GMT -5
'Warren.'
Warren Webber froze, a shudder running though him as his eyes widened. He swallowed, and turned slowly to find himself face to face with the masked visage of the New God of Extreme. Donzig stared down at him, head tilting as Warren's own face stared back at him in dull reds and yellows distorted across the surface of that mask as Donzig lifted a hand lazily, and it fell on Warren's shoulder.
Warren nearly fell, and stared at it before the Death Squad stepped from the shadows behind Donzig. Their own faces covered by their black skull masks, and Warren swallowed again before Donzig purred.
'Warren, I know you fear that I will bury you alive because Blood will not let you retire. But I promise you that this is not the case, Sinclair spoke unkindly.'
Warren smiled nervously, relief washing over him.
'Oh, thank God.'
'People are only buried because they need their bodies for resurrection, Warren.'
Warren blinked.
'Uh, what?'
'If you get out of line? You will go out like the Pagan kings of old, Warren.'
'That doesn't sound--'
'In flame.'
Warren blinked, and swallowed back a sob as Donzig patted his cheek before he waved a hand absently.
'That doesn't matter, Warren. Because at Legacy Five, I will be finishing off the Good Guy Eddie D! You see the enemies of the New Order, the enemies of Donzig-gun, and that is the peasants! The fucking rabble, these accursed fans in the cheap seats will be gathering their weapons to hand over to their so-called champion! And they think these crude implements will hurt me! That Eddie D will take these weapons and defeat Death in High Places! But--'
Donzig lifted a finger.
'--I will not be defeated so easily. I will overcome even these rabble who fancy themselves some sort of Great Value Goth out in the woods of Nottingham making weapons! Because you see, everyone goes on and on around here about Robin Hood! They go on and on, how people rose up against the cruel reign of King John! Well, you know what? KING JOHN FUCKING WON!'
Warren flinched backwards, and Donzig's hand snapped out lazily to grab him by his tie. His fingers curled around it, twisting it into his hand as he jerked him forward with a hiss. Warren grunted, and Donzig's other hand rose to press his knuckles against the mouth of his mask. He cocked his head, taking a deep breath before he spoke again in a low growl.
'I think maybe I have been too nice around here, I think maybe I have been neglecting the people of W:UK! I think all of those fuckers in the back, just like all the fuckers in the cheap seas have gotten ideas, eh? They think maybe Donzig is distracted, Donzig is too busy chasing the pillars, Donzig is too busy with his war with EVK, that he has to go and keep REIGN in line! Is that it? You think I can't do two things at once?'
Warren stammered, shaking his head before he licked his lips.
'Uh, uh, maybe?'
Donzig snarled, and he shoved Warren back before he hauled him back in. His hands grabbing his lapels, and he pressed closer.
'I am the Great Darkness, Warren. Like night itself I can reach from Kyoto, to Philly, to fucking Nottingham, to LA all at once! There will be no mercy, no respite, no escape! W:UK is mine! MINE! And I will take what I want from it, so the Bastards? The Dark Stars? Goth? The Good Guy? Long? The Amish Guy? The fucking Ken Doll! The Purge? All of them, the entire fucking lot of W:UK! Get ready, because the Scourge is upon you! And I will show all of you what I am capable of, I will show all of you the extent of my mercy as I take the People's Champion and flay the flesh from his hide! I will grind Eddie D into the fucking earth of Nottingham!'
Donzig hissed.
'But I will leave just enough of him to walk into Australia so that Team SWAT can slap the taste out of the mouth of that cake eating prick Rob Riot and his crew of degenerates!'
A pause, and Warren started to speak before Donzig snarled again.
'Fowler? Havok? Morrissey? I don't even care which of you wins! I am taking what is mine, what should have always been mine! So whichever one of you wins? Enjoy your hollow victory, because the taste of it will be as ashes!'
'So you think you're being too nice? You tried to burn Frank Windsor in your last W:UK Match? You tried to permanently injure Eddie D--'
Donzig stared at Warren, and he pressed a hand to his chest.
'I was the one who was thrown through a burning table! I am the one being forced to fight for my life and career against Eddie D and his fucking Nottingham scum! I am the victim, Warren! But I will be a victim no longer! No, no, no! I will send a clear message to the errant kingdom of W:UK that I am their master once and for all!'
Warren stared in disbelief as Donzig declared himself of all the things: a victim of the things he had done.
'You and your band of never do wells tried to tear the Pillars apart--'
Donzig's hand snapped out to grab the tie again, and Warren choked.
'You dare, YOU DARE! You bring up that lot of losers and traitors to me! The Pillars defy me, they defy me! And you act like I am the villain? I am the bad guy, eh? Is that it Warren? Well, the Pillars will suffer as W:UK will suffer!'
Warren gurgled, and Donzig shoved him backwards to send him sprawling to the floor. He stared down at him, flanked by the angry Death Squad as he took a deep breath. Then Donzig shrugged, and stalked off without another word.
Warren Webber froze, a shudder running though him as his eyes widened. He swallowed, and turned slowly to find himself face to face with the masked visage of the New God of Extreme. Donzig stared down at him, head tilting as Warren's own face stared back at him in dull reds and yellows distorted across the surface of that mask as Donzig lifted a hand lazily, and it fell on Warren's shoulder.
Warren nearly fell, and stared at it before the Death Squad stepped from the shadows behind Donzig. Their own faces covered by their black skull masks, and Warren swallowed again before Donzig purred.
'Warren, I know you fear that I will bury you alive because Blood will not let you retire. But I promise you that this is not the case, Sinclair spoke unkindly.'
Warren smiled nervously, relief washing over him.
'Oh, thank God.'
'People are only buried because they need their bodies for resurrection, Warren.'
Warren blinked.
'Uh, what?'
'If you get out of line? You will go out like the Pagan kings of old, Warren.'
'That doesn't sound--'
'In flame.'
Warren blinked, and swallowed back a sob as Donzig patted his cheek before he waved a hand absently.
'That doesn't matter, Warren. Because at Legacy Five, I will be finishing off the Good Guy Eddie D! You see the enemies of the New Order, the enemies of Donzig-gun, and that is the peasants! The fucking rabble, these accursed fans in the cheap seats will be gathering their weapons to hand over to their so-called champion! And they think these crude implements will hurt me! That Eddie D will take these weapons and defeat Death in High Places! But--'
Donzig lifted a finger.
'--I will not be defeated so easily. I will overcome even these rabble who fancy themselves some sort of Great Value Goth out in the woods of Nottingham making weapons! Because you see, everyone goes on and on around here about Robin Hood! They go on and on, how people rose up against the cruel reign of King John! Well, you know what? KING JOHN FUCKING WON!'
Warren flinched backwards, and Donzig's hand snapped out lazily to grab him by his tie. His fingers curled around it, twisting it into his hand as he jerked him forward with a hiss. Warren grunted, and Donzig's other hand rose to press his knuckles against the mouth of his mask. He cocked his head, taking a deep breath before he spoke again in a low growl.
'I think maybe I have been too nice around here, I think maybe I have been neglecting the people of W:UK! I think all of those fuckers in the back, just like all the fuckers in the cheap seas have gotten ideas, eh? They think maybe Donzig is distracted, Donzig is too busy chasing the pillars, Donzig is too busy with his war with EVK, that he has to go and keep REIGN in line! Is that it? You think I can't do two things at once?'
Warren stammered, shaking his head before he licked his lips.
'Uh, uh, maybe?'
Donzig snarled, and he shoved Warren back before he hauled him back in. His hands grabbing his lapels, and he pressed closer.
'I am the Great Darkness, Warren. Like night itself I can reach from Kyoto, to Philly, to fucking Nottingham, to LA all at once! There will be no mercy, no respite, no escape! W:UK is mine! MINE! And I will take what I want from it, so the Bastards? The Dark Stars? Goth? The Good Guy? Long? The Amish Guy? The fucking Ken Doll! The Purge? All of them, the entire fucking lot of W:UK! Get ready, because the Scourge is upon you! And I will show all of you what I am capable of, I will show all of you the extent of my mercy as I take the People's Champion and flay the flesh from his hide! I will grind Eddie D into the fucking earth of Nottingham!'
Donzig hissed.
'But I will leave just enough of him to walk into Australia so that Team SWAT can slap the taste out of the mouth of that cake eating prick Rob Riot and his crew of degenerates!'
A pause, and Warren started to speak before Donzig snarled again.
'Fowler? Havok? Morrissey? I don't even care which of you wins! I am taking what is mine, what should have always been mine! So whichever one of you wins? Enjoy your hollow victory, because the taste of it will be as ashes!'
'So you think you're being too nice? You tried to burn Frank Windsor in your last W:UK Match? You tried to permanently injure Eddie D--'
Donzig stared at Warren, and he pressed a hand to his chest.
'I was the one who was thrown through a burning table! I am the one being forced to fight for my life and career against Eddie D and his fucking Nottingham scum! I am the victim, Warren! But I will be a victim no longer! No, no, no! I will send a clear message to the errant kingdom of W:UK that I am their master once and for all!'
Warren stared in disbelief as Donzig declared himself of all the things: a victim of the things he had done.
'You and your band of never do wells tried to tear the Pillars apart--'
Donzig's hand snapped out to grab the tie again, and Warren choked.
'You dare, YOU DARE! You bring up that lot of losers and traitors to me! The Pillars defy me, they defy me! And you act like I am the villain? I am the bad guy, eh? Is that it Warren? Well, the Pillars will suffer as W:UK will suffer!'
Warren gurgled, and Donzig shoved him backwards to send him sprawling to the floor. He stared down at him, flanked by the angry Death Squad as he took a deep breath. Then Donzig shrugged, and stalked off without another word.
