The Old Bastard & the New (BtC RP #2)
Aug 14, 2022 19:16:11 GMT -5
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Post by Donzig on Aug 14, 2022 19:16:11 GMT -5
Donzig glares down on the city from the top of Korakuen Hall, arms folded over his chest as he tilts head. His hand lifted, the knuckles dragged across his mask before he shrugged.
'I am a busy man, Rat Bastard. I have things to do, because you see unlike say some guy who only sits around resting on his laurels? I have actual things that need to be tended to, I have an empire to run! And so you can be mad, you can be furious, and you can sit down there! Rant and rave! It doesn't matter, Rat. It doesn't matter at all, because you? You're the past.'
Donzig sniffed, head lifting as the lights of the city gleamed across the cold metal of his mask. His hood billowed and swirled in the wind, and he shrugs as he drummed his fingers against his arms as he stared down. A hand waved, fingers moving absently as he growled.
'You know why you're upset? Let me tell you, why. Because once upon a time, when you were a fucking man! When you had goddamned balls, or a spine, or a fucking fighting spirit? You wouldn't be back in gorilla acting like you are going to do something! You would have went down to that ring while I was kicking the shit out of what was allegedly a Murder Lizard.'
A pause, and Donzig gave a laugh. A hissing, rasping gurgle of laugh that sounded like some sort of machine not like a human came from behind that mask. Donzig sniffed, and he fell silent before he spoke.
'You would have came down there, and you would have kicked the shit out of me! You would have done far worse to me then I did to you, and you know! You see Rat Daddy, I know darkness, I know the hunger in a man's soul, and you? You're fat and happy inside, you aren't like me! You aren't hollow, you aren't dying for the next taste of blood and glory! And so you can sit down there and claim you will kick the shit out of me, that you aren't worried about beating the clock? Good, do it. Because I am not here to fucking jump through the hoops of the Usurper's masters! I am not here to perform for them and hope they open their eyes and see that only one person on this fucking roster to worthy to hold the X Crown! And it is not the Usurper, it is not Steve Awesome! We all know it, but I guess we have to pretend like either one of them is worth a shit.'
A hand lifted and the wind swirled, and Donzig shoved the hood back as he turned away from the edge. His voice sang out in a low raspy voice as he continued to pace back and forth.
'Old folks talking 'bout back in my day;
But, homie, this is my day, class started two hours ago.
Oh, am I late?
No, I already graduated,
And you can live through anything if Magic made it.'
A pause, and Donzig shrugged.
'You see Rat Bastard, you know that I am right. You know that you were once a legend, an icon, a fucking God! That once upon a time, you were a fucking two time X*Crown Champion, and that you were everything you seem to think you are! And what has you so upset is not that I turned Luthor Carbrey loose on you, it isn't that I tried to snap your ankle! Fuck, I bet you aren't even upset that I handed you a win when I broke Spike's fucking arm, and you should really thank him! You should thank Spike, because if I had not been distracted in putting the God of Xtreme back in his place? I would have ripped you apart, Rat.'
Donzig lifted his head, and he hissed.
'An enhancement talent? A joke? My ego doesn't match my talent? Yet from Britain to Japan, if you go there? Which I know you won't, Old Man, because you like being a fish in a small pond don't you? No sharks here but me, no one to come along and snatch crumbs from your little table except the Usurper! But the point is, everyone on this Network you will find Donzig-gun! You will look into the darkness, and our eyes will be staring at you! You will walk down the halls, and you will fall our breath on your neck! And no one likes me?'
Donzig snorted.
'I don't like me, Rat. I hate myself, I am a creature of hate, of loathing. And that is why I will do everything I say I am going to do, I will tear myself to pieces just to choke the life out of you! I will throw myself into every pillar and post in that arena just to drag you down with me! And no one likes me? No one respects me? I am as a God, Rat Bastard! And to be a god? Is to be alone! So these people, the boys? They can take their respect, and their love, and their warm fancy thoughts of me? And they can choke on them! I don't want those things, Rat.'
Donzig turned back to the city, and he was a streak of black against the lights below as he leaned against the wall around the edge.
'It is their fear I claim, it is their hatred I want, and I will have it. And once you would have understood that, back when you were like me. But look at you now, a shadow of yourself, a ghost speaking of what was, a creature one foot from the grave. You want me, Rat Daddy? You don't care about the clock? You just want to beat me? Then let's fucking go, old man. But I don't want this Rat Bastard.'
'I am a busy man, Rat Bastard. I have things to do, because you see unlike say some guy who only sits around resting on his laurels? I have actual things that need to be tended to, I have an empire to run! And so you can be mad, you can be furious, and you can sit down there! Rant and rave! It doesn't matter, Rat. It doesn't matter at all, because you? You're the past.'
Donzig sniffed, head lifting as the lights of the city gleamed across the cold metal of his mask. His hood billowed and swirled in the wind, and he shrugs as he drummed his fingers against his arms as he stared down. A hand waved, fingers moving absently as he growled.
'You know why you're upset? Let me tell you, why. Because once upon a time, when you were a fucking man! When you had goddamned balls, or a spine, or a fucking fighting spirit? You wouldn't be back in gorilla acting like you are going to do something! You would have went down to that ring while I was kicking the shit out of what was allegedly a Murder Lizard.'
A pause, and Donzig gave a laugh. A hissing, rasping gurgle of laugh that sounded like some sort of machine not like a human came from behind that mask. Donzig sniffed, and he fell silent before he spoke.
'You would have came down there, and you would have kicked the shit out of me! You would have done far worse to me then I did to you, and you know! You see Rat Daddy, I know darkness, I know the hunger in a man's soul, and you? You're fat and happy inside, you aren't like me! You aren't hollow, you aren't dying for the next taste of blood and glory! And so you can sit down there and claim you will kick the shit out of me, that you aren't worried about beating the clock? Good, do it. Because I am not here to fucking jump through the hoops of the Usurper's masters! I am not here to perform for them and hope they open their eyes and see that only one person on this fucking roster to worthy to hold the X Crown! And it is not the Usurper, it is not Steve Awesome! We all know it, but I guess we have to pretend like either one of them is worth a shit.'
A hand lifted and the wind swirled, and Donzig shoved the hood back as he turned away from the edge. His voice sang out in a low raspy voice as he continued to pace back and forth.
'Old folks talking 'bout back in my day;
But, homie, this is my day, class started two hours ago.
Oh, am I late?
No, I already graduated,
And you can live through anything if Magic made it.'
A pause, and Donzig shrugged.
'You see Rat Bastard, you know that I am right. You know that you were once a legend, an icon, a fucking God! That once upon a time, you were a fucking two time X*Crown Champion, and that you were everything you seem to think you are! And what has you so upset is not that I turned Luthor Carbrey loose on you, it isn't that I tried to snap your ankle! Fuck, I bet you aren't even upset that I handed you a win when I broke Spike's fucking arm, and you should really thank him! You should thank Spike, because if I had not been distracted in putting the God of Xtreme back in his place? I would have ripped you apart, Rat.'
Donzig lifted his head, and he hissed.
'An enhancement talent? A joke? My ego doesn't match my talent? Yet from Britain to Japan, if you go there? Which I know you won't, Old Man, because you like being a fish in a small pond don't you? No sharks here but me, no one to come along and snatch crumbs from your little table except the Usurper! But the point is, everyone on this Network you will find Donzig-gun! You will look into the darkness, and our eyes will be staring at you! You will walk down the halls, and you will fall our breath on your neck! And no one likes me?'
Donzig snorted.
'I don't like me, Rat. I hate myself, I am a creature of hate, of loathing. And that is why I will do everything I say I am going to do, I will tear myself to pieces just to choke the life out of you! I will throw myself into every pillar and post in that arena just to drag you down with me! And no one likes me? No one respects me? I am as a God, Rat Bastard! And to be a god? Is to be alone! So these people, the boys? They can take their respect, and their love, and their warm fancy thoughts of me? And they can choke on them! I don't want those things, Rat.'
Donzig turned back to the city, and he was a streak of black against the lights below as he leaned against the wall around the edge.
'It is their fear I claim, it is their hatred I want, and I will have it. And once you would have understood that, back when you were like me. But look at you now, a shadow of yourself, a ghost speaking of what was, a creature one foot from the grave. You want me, Rat Daddy? You don't care about the clock? You just want to beat me? Then let's fucking go, old man. But I don't want this Rat Bastard.'