Sydney, the Outback, & Everything After

[Oblivion Death Squad]

Donzig leaned back against the side of the gleaming black SUV, head tilted as he inspected his finger nails. Every so often his masked head would lift and he would stare before muttering to himself, and then going back to staring at his fingers. Beside him stood the slumped over, dejected form of Rajiv Khan. Rajiv clearly wished he was anywhere else then beside the Scourge, and he would flinch every so often when Donzig would turn his gaze to him. 

The pair seemed to at an old overgrown airfield, weeds and grass jutting from the cracked and broken asphalt. In the distance you could see planes lifting into the air, or moving down runways at the nearby airport. Rhajiv would look up every so often, staring at them. Donzig didn't seem to notice them, just continued to mutter and hiss to himself. Rhajiv shook his head, and glanced at his watch only to find himself face to face with the masked face of Death in High Places. A hand snapped out, and Rhajiv was bounced against the car.

'Somewhere you have to fucking be, eh?'

'No, no. I just, you know it has been awhile.'

'The Usurper has her minions running late to annoy me, she knows how much I value punctuality! But I will not give them the pleasure of showing how annoyed I am! No, no, no!' 

Rhajiv swallowed, after all Donzig seemed pretty annoyed.

A wind swept over the old airfield, and then a gleaming black helicopter hovered into sight. Rhajiv covered up as huge clouds of dust and debris billowed around them, and the thing descended. Donzig's coat snapped and whirled around him, and he stared at the helicopter as dirt streaked over his mask before the thing settled. The blades still going as two men in suits got out, one of them nodding politely. The doors were opened, and the man helped out Sinclair Godfrey. The Death Squad followed, scowling at the men as they headed across the field after the clearly furious Baroness.

Rhajiv swallowed, Sinclair scared him to death.

The man in the suit, brushed back his blonde hair as he bowed slightly to Donzig as he gestured to the three. 'Esmeralda returns your minions, and hopes this eases any hard feelings between you.'

Donzig hissed, and the man flinched backwards before he started for the helicopter. EVK had clearly warned her henchmen not to test Donzig's legendary temper, and the Scourge turned his gaze to Sinclair as a hand lifted to brush across his mask. 'Well, what do you have to say for yourself? That was a debacle!'

'They had lasers! What can we do against lasers?' snapped Sinclair.

'That is a good question.' whispered Rhajiv. That was a mistake as four pairs of eyes settled on him, and he swallowed. Donzig rubbed his chin, lost in thought as Sinclair looked him up and down. Her eyes narrowed, and she lifted a hand to point at him.

'What is he doing here?'

'Well, you don't expect me to drive myself like some kind of peasant do you? He is an experienced cabby, and he wasn't doing anything else.'

That wasn't necessarily true, Donzig had not given him much choice in the matter. And so he shrugged, and said nothing as Sinclair waved a hand.

'Maybe Commandrix got the best of me this time, I don't feel well. Kind of sick, and everything is spinning.'

The ODS nodded in agreement, Mormo rumbling something as Donzig sniffed.

'Teleportation sickness. It happens, no doubt Commandrix didn't bother adjusting the settings for your biology either. You will be fine in a few hours, or you will disintegrate which will be rather messy I imagine.'

The three of them and Rhajiv stared at him, and Donzig tilted his head as he studied the three. He was clearly wondering if one of them would disintegrate, and Sinclair sputtered as she took a step forward. A look over her shoulder at the ODS, and she shook her head.

'What? You can't be serious.'

Rhajiv stared, after all Donzig was notoriously serious all of the time.

'Hopefully, all three of you don't pop at once. I would hate to have to clean that.'

Sinclair gave a little half hearted laugh, and she shook her head before waving a hand.

'How did the six man go? Esme--' Everyone took a deep breath, and Donzig stiffened as his hands curled into fists as he took a step forward. Sinclair held up a hand, taking a step back. '--the Usurper's men said you lost? Something about you let Frank pin Armand? How did Armand even get into the match?'

Donzig lifted his head, grunting. 'Armand took out Eddie D at a ribbon cutting, and Blood added him to the match which was Armand's plan all along. I of course, used that to send a fucking message to the Usurper! But those miserable Bastards ruined it, they ruined it! Like they always do!'

Moloch stared. 'Bastardët? Por nuk e trullove Armandin?'

Mormo also seemed confused. 'Ju thatë ju..'

Donzig stared, hissing as his head tilted. 'Do you two want to end up back in a fucking opal mine?'

Mormo and Moloch stepped back, lifting their hands as they shook their heads. Rhajiv swallowed, glad he was forgotten for the moment as Donzig leaned back against the car again. Sinclair hid her smirk, and she lifted a hand to drag through her hair before she spoke. 'We will deal with the Bastards in Halifax, and we will become the W:UK tag team champions! There will be no more distractions with that sow Commandrix and her brood!'

'Perhaps. I suspect the Von Krauss and Blood are up to something, I just can't put my finger on it. Why this sudden interest in Eddie D? Why are Armand and Blood so close? The Usurper is a cunning creature.' Donzig's hand lifted, steepling before him as he tapped his fingertips against his mask. He shrugged, and then walked away from the three to circle around the car.

Rhajiv followed him, and Donzig continued.

'It is time to call in the others, there is something rotten in Canada.' A pause. 'Australia? Wrestle:UK?'

A shrug, and Sinclair seemed to wonder herself.

'Ne do të thyejmë Bastards! Ne do të marrim kampionatet janë tonat, Donzig i madh' growled Moloch as he ripped open the door of the car, piling into the backseat. And Mormo nodded at that as Donzig stared at him.

'Unë do të ndëshkoj Frank Windsor për paturpësinë e tij në sfidën tuaj! Do ta thyej si xhami për atë që i ka bërë Donzig-gun!' 

'What are they saying?' asked Rhajiv suddenly, and Donzig stared at him before he shrugged.

'The usual, they will destroy the Bastards, they will shatter Frank Windsor like glass! The Tag Team Championships will belong to Donzig-gun.' A pause, and Donzig stared at Rhajiv before his masked head tilted. 'You don't understand them?'

'No, they are speaking some other language.' Rhajiv answered, looking nervously in the mirror as Sinclair finally settled into the seat behind him.

'Albanian.' answered Sinclair, and she shrugged.

'Are they?' Donzig seemed bemused, and he motioned for them to drive off. 'Listen boys, I want the Bastards to suffer. I want them to know pain, I want them to know fear, I want them to know that we will not be denied! I know you're the one fucking team on this roster they have the slightest respect for, but that is not enough! I want them to walk out of Halifax knowing they were in a fucking fight!'

'Do te behet! Ne do t'i bëjmë Bastards të paguajnë për mosrespektimin e tyre!' snarled Moloch, hitting his huge fist into his palm. He was clearly not in a good mood, and he leaned back in his seat with a roll of his shoulders.

'Ne do t'ia thyejmë shpinën Rob Riot! Do t'i thyejmë krahun tjetër Windsor!' Mormo replied, and Sinclair arched a brow.

Donzig hissed.

'See that you do, there is a war coming.'

'A war with who?' asked Rhajiv, and everyone stared at him. 

'I don't know how Ganapati lives with someone as thick as you!' snapped Donzig.

'Ganapati?' asked Sinclair, and she exchanged looks with the Death Squad. 

'He says Sabu wants to be called Ganapati now.'

'The elephant?'

'If I were the three of you? I would worry about the fact that the elephant was more useful tonight then you three! How do you let Commandrix send you to the Great Barrier Reef!'