Post by Gavin Drake on Oct 1, 2022 0:05:57 GMT -5
In the back, the glowering eyes of Gavin Drake narrow as he looks down at Katie Moss. On her other side stands a frowning Luthor Carbrey, and she looks between them before Drake motions for her to lift the mic. Katie forces a smile, and lifts it before swallowing as she looks at the camera. She starts to speak, but Drake waves a hand before he growls.
'No, no, no.' sometimes it seemed the members of Donzig-gun didn't know that they sounded like the Scourge. Katie noticed, blinking as she looked at the pair before Drake scowled. 'I know you're all excited to go hang out with your latest simp Wesley Crane but this is our time! And before I get started on the hillbillies that Daeriq Damien is trying to pass off as a tag team! I want to speak to you Armand, you and your little pack of clowns.'
Katie blinked, looking around nervously before she shrugged.
Drake grunted, eyes narrowing as a hand lifted to slowly curl into a fist. He stared at it, shrugging before he lowered it with a shake of his head before he growled into the mic.
'You think you're so fucking clever don't you, Von Krauss? You think you can just take a run at us while Donzig is off chasing down his new friends? Well, mate, you drew first blood I will give you that. But we're going to draw last! The Empty Hand becomes a fist, Armand. The Empty Hand? Takes. And so you may think you're a bad ass sitting around surrounded by your clowns and wondering which bull is rutting the Usurper, yeah? But you're taking the piss if you think you can dodge me!'
Katie nodded slowly, and Drake looked away with a scowl. Luthor stepped forward, grinning wildly as he leaned forward.
'What Drake is trying to say, Armand? Is that Oblivion has called your name, and that means? Sooner or later? You're going to pay what you owe, you are going to pay in blood for every moment your lackies thought they could break us. We are broken, Armand. But we are the Children of the Fall, and you? You're a lord of clowns.'
Drake turned back to them, and he pointed a hand at the camera.
'And that brings me back to you, Damien. You and your little band of misfits walk around here with chips on your shoulders, and you act like someone is stealing from the lot of you. But mate? No one has stolen a thing from you because everything in W:UK belongs to us! It belongs to us! It belongs to bloody Donzig-gun! And when we get your crew of Mississippi mudders inside of that ring? I will show you exactly that! I am the Blood of Kings, yeah? The Blood of Kings! And what you all are?'
Drake paused, then he turned to Katie with a smirk.
'Well, it is nice to have as the Americans say some white trash besides the Bastards, yeah?'
Katie blinked, and Drake snorted a laugh as Carbrey shook his head before he stepped in again.
'Damien, you and your crew of hired thugs? You're an offense to the Children, you are an offense to what we are! And what we are? Is wrestling royalty! We are the servants of the Scourge, what we crave above all things is destruction, and you and your Glucks? All you care about is money, is titles for more money. Well, let's see how much money the Glucks get laying in the hospital! We are not brothers, but the ties of Donzig-gun are thicker than blood! We are brothers to the bone, our souls are one! And what we are? Is the Sons of the Conqueror!'
Drake nodded, and he leaned back in over Katie.
'You know what? I don't give two bloody fucks about you or your crew, mate! What I want is Armand! What I want is him and his crew of clowns, but since I can't have them? I will settle for taking my temper out on you! And then? I am going to take my temper out on the other band of trash around here! And that is the Bastards, and I don't give a shit if Sean Bean gets in my way either!'
Carbrey grinned, nodding as he snapped the leather collar of his jacket as he lifted a hand as he leaned in again.
'When people look back and say who ended the reign of the Bastards? They will say the end started here, they will say it started today! When the Chosen overcome the sneak attacks of the Usurper, that they overcome the inbred hillbillies of the Foundation, and laid to rest the Brothers Gluck! You see, we are going to wreck the pair of you, and then we are heading to Battle of Britain, boys. Because maybe just maybe? Damien is much a lord of the clowns as Armand.'
Drake laughed at that, then he stomped off. Carbrey shrugged at Katie and walked after her, smirking before his hand reached down to pull his bandanna into place over his lower face. And Katie watched them go, shaking her head as she turned only to find herself staring at the masked visage of Donzig who hissed softly.
'My boys make me proud.'
'No, no, no.' sometimes it seemed the members of Donzig-gun didn't know that they sounded like the Scourge. Katie noticed, blinking as she looked at the pair before Drake scowled. 'I know you're all excited to go hang out with your latest simp Wesley Crane but this is our time! And before I get started on the hillbillies that Daeriq Damien is trying to pass off as a tag team! I want to speak to you Armand, you and your little pack of clowns.'
Katie blinked, looking around nervously before she shrugged.
Drake grunted, eyes narrowing as a hand lifted to slowly curl into a fist. He stared at it, shrugging before he lowered it with a shake of his head before he growled into the mic.
'You think you're so fucking clever don't you, Von Krauss? You think you can just take a run at us while Donzig is off chasing down his new friends? Well, mate, you drew first blood I will give you that. But we're going to draw last! The Empty Hand becomes a fist, Armand. The Empty Hand? Takes. And so you may think you're a bad ass sitting around surrounded by your clowns and wondering which bull is rutting the Usurper, yeah? But you're taking the piss if you think you can dodge me!'
Katie nodded slowly, and Drake looked away with a scowl. Luthor stepped forward, grinning wildly as he leaned forward.
'What Drake is trying to say, Armand? Is that Oblivion has called your name, and that means? Sooner or later? You're going to pay what you owe, you are going to pay in blood for every moment your lackies thought they could break us. We are broken, Armand. But we are the Children of the Fall, and you? You're a lord of clowns.'
Drake turned back to them, and he pointed a hand at the camera.
'And that brings me back to you, Damien. You and your little band of misfits walk around here with chips on your shoulders, and you act like someone is stealing from the lot of you. But mate? No one has stolen a thing from you because everything in W:UK belongs to us! It belongs to us! It belongs to bloody Donzig-gun! And when we get your crew of Mississippi mudders inside of that ring? I will show you exactly that! I am the Blood of Kings, yeah? The Blood of Kings! And what you all are?'
Drake paused, then he turned to Katie with a smirk.
'Well, it is nice to have as the Americans say some white trash besides the Bastards, yeah?'
Katie blinked, and Drake snorted a laugh as Carbrey shook his head before he stepped in again.
'Damien, you and your crew of hired thugs? You're an offense to the Children, you are an offense to what we are! And what we are? Is wrestling royalty! We are the servants of the Scourge, what we crave above all things is destruction, and you and your Glucks? All you care about is money, is titles for more money. Well, let's see how much money the Glucks get laying in the hospital! We are not brothers, but the ties of Donzig-gun are thicker than blood! We are brothers to the bone, our souls are one! And what we are? Is the Sons of the Conqueror!'
Drake nodded, and he leaned back in over Katie.
'You know what? I don't give two bloody fucks about you or your crew, mate! What I want is Armand! What I want is him and his crew of clowns, but since I can't have them? I will settle for taking my temper out on you! And then? I am going to take my temper out on the other band of trash around here! And that is the Bastards, and I don't give a shit if Sean Bean gets in my way either!'
Carbrey grinned, nodding as he snapped the leather collar of his jacket as he lifted a hand as he leaned in again.
'When people look back and say who ended the reign of the Bastards? They will say the end started here, they will say it started today! When the Chosen overcome the sneak attacks of the Usurper, that they overcome the inbred hillbillies of the Foundation, and laid to rest the Brothers Gluck! You see, we are going to wreck the pair of you, and then we are heading to Battle of Britain, boys. Because maybe just maybe? Damien is much a lord of the clowns as Armand.'
Drake laughed at that, then he stomped off. Carbrey shrugged at Katie and walked after her, smirking before his hand reached down to pull his bandanna into place over his lower face. And Katie watched them go, shaking her head as she turned only to find herself staring at the masked visage of Donzig who hissed softly.
'My boys make me proud.'
