The Land Down Under (Legacy #6 RP)
Aug 8, 2022 21:30:20 GMT -5
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Post by Donzig on Aug 8, 2022 21:30:20 GMT -5
'Walking through the high dry grass, pushing my way through slow
Yellow belly black snake, sleeping on a red rock
Waiting for the stranger to go
Sugar train stops at the crossing, cane cockies cursing below
Bad storm coming, better run to the top of the mountain...'
A voice hissed from the darkness, singing slightly off key before a light flared to life. The scene revealed to be an old forgotten town buried in the outback, badly leaning old worn shacks stand amidst clumps of grass and weeds. Graffiti covers the rusted metal as it sways in the hot breeze, and then the match is cast into a pile of old gnarled wood and stacked up grass and weeds. Sparks swirled into the black sky, and then Donzig was revealed to be sitting there. The flames reflected across his mask, and he leaned closer to the flames as he sang again in that weird voice.
'Mountain in the shadow of light, rain in the valley below
Well you can say you're Peter, say you're Paul
Don't put me up on your bedroom wall, call me the king of the mountain.'
A hand waved, and Donzig threw a fistful of dry grass into the flames. They withered away, more smoke and sparks flew as he tilted his head.
'I am glad your arm feels better, Frank. You see I was worried that Havok had robbed me of a portion of my glory. I have not forgotten what you did in Nottingham, Frank. One more debt, that the Bastards owe me. One more debt you owe to the Great Dark, Frank. You saved Eddie D, you got in my business. And the Bastards should know, you should know that Death in High Places doesn't forget.'
Donzig's fingers curled into a fist, and he stared at it.
'As for Eddie D? As for the Good Guy? The People's Champ? I hope I beat some fucking sense into that thick skull of his, because as far as I am concerned? This is no less then a war for supremacy, and I need the real Eddie D! I don't need whatever that creature was at Nottingham, I need the Eddie D who was the strong right arm of the Founder! I need the Eddie D who was the most fearsome enforcer the KGB ever had! I need that guy! I don't need the Good Guy, so you better have your shit together, Eddie! Or I will hurt you!'
A shrug, and Donzig stared at the flames.
'Goth, I know you're watching. And I know you hunger for this! But I need you to remember that the Serpent of SWAT needs to stay out of my way, I need you to play your part, and mind your business! Because I am going to carve a fucking swath through the Bastards and anyone who gets in my way? Well, we all know what happens when you get in my way don't we?'
Donzig rose to his feet then, and he slowly started to pace around the fire. Sand swirling in his wake, and he steepled his hands before his masked face. Tapping them against the metal, and he shrugged.
'Now you said alot of shit that I can't disagree with Frank, and I said as much when I laid out this challenge. But--' A hand gestured, and Donzig hissed. '--you weren't there. You weren't there in SWAT when we would roll across the fucking desert with the wind at our backs, and the roar of distant thunder in our ears! You weren't there when we would walk into Sydney, or Melbourne, and those fans would get on their feet as we shed blood, sweat, and tears for the richest prizes in wrestling! You weren't fucking there when I would stand in the back at these other companies, these other shows on the Network and they would look down their noses at me! AT ME! AT THE FUCKING CONQUEROR! Because I was what? In SWAT? That I wasn't good enough? That I was fucking less?'
Donzig shook his head, and he snarled.
'No, no, no. You weren't there, you weren't there to see people that I hate! That people I fucking despise like Goth, like Eddie D, like even that fucking ass Blaze Freya treated like they were nothing! Like they were garbage by these other so called champions on the Network! The way they looked down on Osland, or even Keith Williams, or asked why the fuck Death Trap was wasting his time down under! But I did, Frank. I did.'
Donzig's head lifted, and he sniffed.
'And as we have already mentioned Death in High Places never forgets, and he never forgives. Because you see even if we hate each other, even if we can't stand to be around each other? We are brothers, we are brothers in blood, we were outcasts together! And so it is fitting that the three favorite sons of the Founder come together one last time to grind the fucking outsiders who try to steal from us into the ground! And that is why in Sydney, you will find yourself inside that ring with something you have never faced! With someone you have never seen!'
Donzig stared at the flames.
'The Bandit King.'
A shrug.
'I have walked the streets of your city, Frank. I have walked the dark forests of Pennsylvania, and I have stood in the sunlit meadows of England. But you're walking into the Land Down Under. A land of hard men, a land forged by killers and thieves, a land of outcasts and renegades, a land that is only half tamed. And Frank? You boys aren't ready, you're not ready for what's waiting for you on the shores of Botany Bay.'
Donzig shrugged, and turned away from the fire as he started out through the desert. A pause, and he pulled his hood up over his head as he swallowed by the night.
'See you soon.'
Yellow belly black snake, sleeping on a red rock
Waiting for the stranger to go
Sugar train stops at the crossing, cane cockies cursing below
Bad storm coming, better run to the top of the mountain...'
A voice hissed from the darkness, singing slightly off key before a light flared to life. The scene revealed to be an old forgotten town buried in the outback, badly leaning old worn shacks stand amidst clumps of grass and weeds. Graffiti covers the rusted metal as it sways in the hot breeze, and then the match is cast into a pile of old gnarled wood and stacked up grass and weeds. Sparks swirled into the black sky, and then Donzig was revealed to be sitting there. The flames reflected across his mask, and he leaned closer to the flames as he sang again in that weird voice.
'Mountain in the shadow of light, rain in the valley below
Well you can say you're Peter, say you're Paul
Don't put me up on your bedroom wall, call me the king of the mountain.'
A hand waved, and Donzig threw a fistful of dry grass into the flames. They withered away, more smoke and sparks flew as he tilted his head.
'I am glad your arm feels better, Frank. You see I was worried that Havok had robbed me of a portion of my glory. I have not forgotten what you did in Nottingham, Frank. One more debt, that the Bastards owe me. One more debt you owe to the Great Dark, Frank. You saved Eddie D, you got in my business. And the Bastards should know, you should know that Death in High Places doesn't forget.'
Donzig's fingers curled into a fist, and he stared at it.
'As for Eddie D? As for the Good Guy? The People's Champ? I hope I beat some fucking sense into that thick skull of his, because as far as I am concerned? This is no less then a war for supremacy, and I need the real Eddie D! I don't need whatever that creature was at Nottingham, I need the Eddie D who was the strong right arm of the Founder! I need the Eddie D who was the most fearsome enforcer the KGB ever had! I need that guy! I don't need the Good Guy, so you better have your shit together, Eddie! Or I will hurt you!'
A shrug, and Donzig stared at the flames.
'Goth, I know you're watching. And I know you hunger for this! But I need you to remember that the Serpent of SWAT needs to stay out of my way, I need you to play your part, and mind your business! Because I am going to carve a fucking swath through the Bastards and anyone who gets in my way? Well, we all know what happens when you get in my way don't we?'
Donzig rose to his feet then, and he slowly started to pace around the fire. Sand swirling in his wake, and he steepled his hands before his masked face. Tapping them against the metal, and he shrugged.
'Now you said alot of shit that I can't disagree with Frank, and I said as much when I laid out this challenge. But--' A hand gestured, and Donzig hissed. '--you weren't there. You weren't there in SWAT when we would roll across the fucking desert with the wind at our backs, and the roar of distant thunder in our ears! You weren't there when we would walk into Sydney, or Melbourne, and those fans would get on their feet as we shed blood, sweat, and tears for the richest prizes in wrestling! You weren't fucking there when I would stand in the back at these other companies, these other shows on the Network and they would look down their noses at me! AT ME! AT THE FUCKING CONQUEROR! Because I was what? In SWAT? That I wasn't good enough? That I was fucking less?'
Donzig shook his head, and he snarled.
'No, no, no. You weren't there, you weren't there to see people that I hate! That people I fucking despise like Goth, like Eddie D, like even that fucking ass Blaze Freya treated like they were nothing! Like they were garbage by these other so called champions on the Network! The way they looked down on Osland, or even Keith Williams, or asked why the fuck Death Trap was wasting his time down under! But I did, Frank. I did.'
Donzig's head lifted, and he sniffed.
'And as we have already mentioned Death in High Places never forgets, and he never forgives. Because you see even if we hate each other, even if we can't stand to be around each other? We are brothers, we are brothers in blood, we were outcasts together! And so it is fitting that the three favorite sons of the Founder come together one last time to grind the fucking outsiders who try to steal from us into the ground! And that is why in Sydney, you will find yourself inside that ring with something you have never faced! With someone you have never seen!'
Donzig stared at the flames.
'The Bandit King.'
A shrug.
'I have walked the streets of your city, Frank. I have walked the dark forests of Pennsylvania, and I have stood in the sunlit meadows of England. But you're walking into the Land Down Under. A land of hard men, a land forged by killers and thieves, a land of outcasts and renegades, a land that is only half tamed. And Frank? You boys aren't ready, you're not ready for what's waiting for you on the shores of Botany Bay.'
Donzig shrugged, and turned away from the fire as he started out through the desert. A pause, and he pulled his hood up over his head as he swallowed by the night.
'See you soon.'
