Post by Donzig on Dec 19, 2022 18:01:02 GMT -5
Donzig frowns, a hand raking through his beard before he leaned back with a confused expression. A shrug, he leans forward again before he shakes his head. Then he snarls, looking over his shoulder.
‘Sinclair, my match was against Steve Awesome?’
‘Yes.’
‘You sure it wasn’t Dylan?’
‘Dylan Black? No, you said you wouldn’t fight him again if hell froze over.’
‘Hm.’
Donzig shrugged, and his eyes narrowed.
‘No, really Steve, really.’ Donzig lifted his hands, mockingly clapping them as he sneered. ‘99 problems has only existed for nineteen fucking years, Steve. No one has ever tried to hit me with those bars before. Are you fucking serious?’
Donzig shook his head, rolling his eyes as he leaned back before his hand slid inside of his jacket to produce a chess piece on a chain. A black knight, and he twisted it around in his fingers.
‘Now I trust you are paying attention, and not planning a journey to Thymescira or Nanda Parbat as a follow up? Good.’
Donzig leaned forward.
‘I didn’t need Jesse to win that match. That was a warning, a promise to you and the rest of my old dear friends. And that warning is? Not one of you are safe. Not one of you is beyond my reach. I am with you now, I am with you always, in the dark places. In the midnights of your soul, and now as the Oblivionsaurus stands in that ring with all of you? You will never forget it.’
Donzig spat, and his eyes seemed to shift as he leaned back again with a shrug.
‘You seem to think being ‘likable’, ‘popular’, or ‘marketable’ is something to be proud of, Steve. You seem to think that because the people in the cheap seats want to pay to see your bullshit makes you mean something? Well, Steve, that is just par for course for you isn’t it?’
A snort, and Donzig smiled one of those cold nasty smiles.
‘I was just here on the first day, scraping for attention? I am a choke artist, Steve? I am bitching and moaning? Steve I don’t ask for opportunities, I take them. So save your bullshit narrative for the boys in your circle jerk, while you all pretend to be relevant to people who are actually doing shit. I’m oversaturated? How many shows and feds have you done, Steve? They get their little flash in pan pop from you, you fucking run like the little bitch you look like.’
Donzig glared at the camera, and he leaned forward as he hissed.
‘Did I do that right? I have not thrown baby insults since I was a fucking child, Steve. But since I am fighting one? When in Rome? And then you bring up my losses because you are just par for course aren’t you?’
Donzig rose, and he glared before he started to pace.
‘11 by the way, 11 in what two years? Wow. I am such a loser, especially since I am by your own admission I am wrestling more matches in a months then you and your crew of fuck boys wrestle in a goddamned year. You see Steve Mediocre unlike a top guy like you? I actually only enjoy one thing, and it is not matching wits with a buffoon! It’s a little thing called wrestling, maybe you could try it.’
A pause, and his head tilted before he turned again.
‘By the way I had one loss in SWAT, was undefeated for a year in NPW, and I know no one is keeping track but I was never pinned or submitted in Fireside. I was SWAT US Champion, I was the last Fireside Spark Champion, I was the first person to hold the XHF Trios title? And I am a loser, you say? Interesting. And what were you doing? Simping the brass? Getting on your knees for their approval? Your insults which I have heard a million times from a the Network’s ‘top guys’ are as pitiful as your Rumbled performance.’
A hiss.
‘Which involved as I recall crying, pissing, being stabbed, and laying in a corner of the ring. Where as I went what forty odd minutes non-stop? Sure, Steve Mid, you’re the best.’
Donzig’s normally expressionless voice oozes sarcasm, and he waved a hand dismissively as he resumed his pacing.
‘What fucking drivel. This guy gets one win on me and acts like he has done something while claiming I am ‘nothing but a choke artist’. This is a Top Guy? This?’
Donzig rolled his eyes, then he dropped back in his chair with a roll of his shoulders. He laughed then, that horrible grating laugh that rasped from his lips as he leaned back. His hand reached out, and his fingers laid across the surface of his mask before he lifted it. He stares down at it, before tugging it into place.
‘Now maybe you will remember who you are speaking to. You make much of Jesse’s being there? Steve according to you and your clique of Originals I am predictable and I have an army. Maybe you have heard of it? It’s name is literally Donzig Army.’
The Scourge tapped his mask at the temple, leaning closer.
‘I happen to know because I lead the motherfucker, it has my fucking name on it. I have in fact told you simpletons a million times that to face me? Is to face Donzig-gun. But keep talking, Top Guy, because we know that Steve Mid and his crew the entire lot of them would never ever never cheat, they would never ever play the number games, not them.’
The masked head tilted, and Donzig waved a hand absently before he reclaimed his seat. He leaned back, steepling his hands before him then let them fall as he looked away for a moment.
‘So not only do you talk like the lead in some 80’s high school comedy directed by John Hughes. Not only are you a liar, and a pretender? You and your little circle jerk crew are hypocrites as well, which makes this all even more amusing. You see Stephen, Top Guy, you are under the delusion that your insults have some power to hurt me. That listening to your fucking high school drivel is more then an inconvenience.’
Donzig leaned forward, looming closer as his hand lifted as his fingers motioned the camera closer.
‘For that to work? I have to respect you, I have to value your opinions. Not think you are a fucking sad pathetic joke who is here because you’re sucking the dick of the brass and picking fights you know you can win. The tip off is you think traveling all over the world for two years fighting everyone I can, including the best in this sport is somehow a negative. But it’s fine, you sit there, suck your own cock, and wait for your turn in the circle jerk instead.’
The Scourge tsked, leaning back again with a shrug.
‘You’re going to beat my ass until Baby New Years pulls you off? Wouldn’t that be a refreshing change of pace, wouldn’t that be interesting. Because what is actually going to happen is I am going to beat the ever loving fuck out of you, and then I am going to hit you wit the Event Horizon. And then Steve? Just because I don’t give two fucks about you, Reign, the entire XHF Network, Jay Z, your weak ass crew, or the peasants who paid to see you? When that ref’s hand starts to come down for the three? When you think it is all over?’
Donzig’s hand slapped together.
‘JUST LIKE EVERYTIME EVER! I AM GOING TO LIFT YOUR SORRY ASS FROM THE MAT AND MAKE YOU PAY WHAT YOU OWE, STEVE!’
A finger lifted and pressed against the slits of the mask as Donzig took a deep breath, he stared at the ceiling as he took another. Then he exhaled with a hiss, and shook his head before he started to speak again in a cold low voice.
‘Simping for the ref won’t help you this time, Stephen.’
Donzig shrugged, and leaned back.
‘Now let’s go out like we began because Dylan, I mean you, insists–’
‘Or maybe?’
‘Sinclair, my match was against Steve Awesome?’
‘Yes.’
‘You sure it wasn’t Dylan?’
‘Dylan Black? No, you said you wouldn’t fight him again if hell froze over.’
‘Hm.’
Donzig shrugged, and his eyes narrowed.
‘No, really Steve, really.’ Donzig lifted his hands, mockingly clapping them as he sneered. ‘99 problems has only existed for nineteen fucking years, Steve. No one has ever tried to hit me with those bars before. Are you fucking serious?’
Donzig shook his head, rolling his eyes as he leaned back before his hand slid inside of his jacket to produce a chess piece on a chain. A black knight, and he twisted it around in his fingers.
‘Now I trust you are paying attention, and not planning a journey to Thymescira or Nanda Parbat as a follow up? Good.’
Donzig leaned forward.
‘I didn’t need Jesse to win that match. That was a warning, a promise to you and the rest of my old dear friends. And that warning is? Not one of you are safe. Not one of you is beyond my reach. I am with you now, I am with you always, in the dark places. In the midnights of your soul, and now as the Oblivionsaurus stands in that ring with all of you? You will never forget it.’
Donzig spat, and his eyes seemed to shift as he leaned back again with a shrug.
‘You seem to think being ‘likable’, ‘popular’, or ‘marketable’ is something to be proud of, Steve. You seem to think that because the people in the cheap seats want to pay to see your bullshit makes you mean something? Well, Steve, that is just par for course for you isn’t it?’
A snort, and Donzig smiled one of those cold nasty smiles.
‘I was just here on the first day, scraping for attention? I am a choke artist, Steve? I am bitching and moaning? Steve I don’t ask for opportunities, I take them. So save your bullshit narrative for the boys in your circle jerk, while you all pretend to be relevant to people who are actually doing shit. I’m oversaturated? How many shows and feds have you done, Steve? They get their little flash in pan pop from you, you fucking run like the little bitch you look like.’
Donzig glared at the camera, and he leaned forward as he hissed.
‘Did I do that right? I have not thrown baby insults since I was a fucking child, Steve. But since I am fighting one? When in Rome? And then you bring up my losses because you are just par for course aren’t you?’
Donzig rose, and he glared before he started to pace.
‘11 by the way, 11 in what two years? Wow. I am such a loser, especially since I am by your own admission I am wrestling more matches in a months then you and your crew of fuck boys wrestle in a goddamned year. You see Steve Mediocre unlike a top guy like you? I actually only enjoy one thing, and it is not matching wits with a buffoon! It’s a little thing called wrestling, maybe you could try it.’
A pause, and his head tilted before he turned again.
‘By the way I had one loss in SWAT, was undefeated for a year in NPW, and I know no one is keeping track but I was never pinned or submitted in Fireside. I was SWAT US Champion, I was the last Fireside Spark Champion, I was the first person to hold the XHF Trios title? And I am a loser, you say? Interesting. And what were you doing? Simping the brass? Getting on your knees for their approval? Your insults which I have heard a million times from a the Network’s ‘top guys’ are as pitiful as your Rumbled performance.’
A hiss.
‘Which involved as I recall crying, pissing, being stabbed, and laying in a corner of the ring. Where as I went what forty odd minutes non-stop? Sure, Steve Mid, you’re the best.’
Donzig’s normally expressionless voice oozes sarcasm, and he waved a hand dismissively as he resumed his pacing.
‘What fucking drivel. This guy gets one win on me and acts like he has done something while claiming I am ‘nothing but a choke artist’. This is a Top Guy? This?’
Donzig rolled his eyes, then he dropped back in his chair with a roll of his shoulders. He laughed then, that horrible grating laugh that rasped from his lips as he leaned back. His hand reached out, and his fingers laid across the surface of his mask before he lifted it. He stares down at it, before tugging it into place.
‘Now maybe you will remember who you are speaking to. You make much of Jesse’s being there? Steve according to you and your clique of Originals I am predictable and I have an army. Maybe you have heard of it? It’s name is literally Donzig Army.’
The Scourge tapped his mask at the temple, leaning closer.
‘I happen to know because I lead the motherfucker, it has my fucking name on it. I have in fact told you simpletons a million times that to face me? Is to face Donzig-gun. But keep talking, Top Guy, because we know that Steve Mid and his crew the entire lot of them would never ever never cheat, they would never ever play the number games, not them.’
The masked head tilted, and Donzig waved a hand absently before he reclaimed his seat. He leaned back, steepling his hands before him then let them fall as he looked away for a moment.
‘So not only do you talk like the lead in some 80’s high school comedy directed by John Hughes. Not only are you a liar, and a pretender? You and your little circle jerk crew are hypocrites as well, which makes this all even more amusing. You see Stephen, Top Guy, you are under the delusion that your insults have some power to hurt me. That listening to your fucking high school drivel is more then an inconvenience.’
Donzig leaned forward, looming closer as his hand lifted as his fingers motioned the camera closer.
‘For that to work? I have to respect you, I have to value your opinions. Not think you are a fucking sad pathetic joke who is here because you’re sucking the dick of the brass and picking fights you know you can win. The tip off is you think traveling all over the world for two years fighting everyone I can, including the best in this sport is somehow a negative. But it’s fine, you sit there, suck your own cock, and wait for your turn in the circle jerk instead.’
The Scourge tsked, leaning back again with a shrug.
‘You’re going to beat my ass until Baby New Years pulls you off? Wouldn’t that be a refreshing change of pace, wouldn’t that be interesting. Because what is actually going to happen is I am going to beat the ever loving fuck out of you, and then I am going to hit you wit the Event Horizon. And then Steve? Just because I don’t give two fucks about you, Reign, the entire XHF Network, Jay Z, your weak ass crew, or the peasants who paid to see you? When that ref’s hand starts to come down for the three? When you think it is all over?’
Donzig’s hand slapped together.
‘JUST LIKE EVERYTIME EVER! I AM GOING TO LIFT YOUR SORRY ASS FROM THE MAT AND MAKE YOU PAY WHAT YOU OWE, STEVE!’
A finger lifted and pressed against the slits of the mask as Donzig took a deep breath, he stared at the ceiling as he took another. Then he exhaled with a hiss, and shook his head before he started to speak again in a cold low voice.
‘Simping for the ref won’t help you this time, Stephen.’
Donzig shrugged, and leaned back.
‘Now let’s go out like we began because Dylan, I mean you, insists–’
And then the Pillars gon' break up, now everyday I wake up
Somebody got something to say
What's all the fucking fussing for? Because I'm grubbing more
And I pack heat like I'm the oven door?
Brothers pray and pray on my downfall
But every time I hit the ground I bounce up like round ball
Now I don't want to have to kill sound ball
Don't want to have to cock back the four pound bar
Look scrapper I got nephews to look after
I'm not looking at you dudes, I'm looking past ya…
Somebody got something to say
What's all the fucking fussing for? Because I'm grubbing more
And I pack heat like I'm the oven door?
Brothers pray and pray on my downfall
But every time I hit the ground I bounce up like round ball
Now I don't want to have to kill sound ball
Don't want to have to cock back the four pound bar
Look scrapper I got nephews to look after
I'm not looking at you dudes, I'm looking past ya…
‘Or maybe?’
But ain't nothing sweet 'bout how I hold my gun
I got ninety-nine problems being a bitch ain't one, hit me
I got ninety-nine problems being a bitch ain't one, hit me