Post by vastrix on Dec 22, 2022 23:51:55 GMT -5
On the black airship of Armand von Krauss,
Armand stands in front of the great window on the Observation Deck. He is, naturally, smoking an Egyptian cigarette as he looks down upon the world below him. He ashes onto the floor and blows smoke at the window, watching as it crawls across the surface of the glass.
Armand von Krauss: Donzig, you asked for this war. You provoked me into violence. If you would just submit to the fact that Wrestle: UK is my domain, things would go much easier for you. If you would just listen to my wife, Esmeralda, I would not have to break you. I would not have to shatter Sinclair like so much glass. I would not have to tear down your Oblivion people. We were a big, happy family until your usefulness ran out. Just like the Founder’s did.
You accuse me of being a traitor, but the Founder blocked me from buying out and controlling SWAT. He is the real reason it went out of business. Why the company had to leave the Network in shame. The Dummkopf was a bigot. No denying that. His expulsion from the Network was inevitable as was the closing of his company and him being in exile forever.
Armand crushes his cigarette butt out against the glass and lets it fall to the floor once it’s out. He walks back toward the center of the deck where he picks up a glass of expensive whiskey on the rocks and takes a sip from it before seating himself next to the small table that holds the drink.
Armand von Krauss: Though I suppose I should be talking to you, Baroness. You think that you can bring the kind of violence that will stop me and mine in my tracks? You know that I know what Donzig is capable of. He is violence. I am still beyond him as I am beyond you. You think that we will just bow down to the Donzig-gun? No. My staff will not get involved in this street fight, the prize belongs to those on the team. Jakie Wentzel has taken Donzig’s position. He is strong. He is unyielding. He is a warrior of his god, though he knows what influence I have.
There is Adrienne Black. She is more than capable of joining up with Jakie and dealing with the ODS. It is amazing that you call them a death squad. You have no idea what a death squad is like. I know, I have shielded men, women, and children from death squads in the forties so long as they joined my Kharnival. Sure, my Kharnival cost lives as well, but nowhere near what the German government did.
Esmeralda might have been defeated by you, Baroness, but she is more than capable of ending you. She will pin you in the middle of the ring and not even Donzig will be able to save you from your humiliation. Not that Donzig cares enough about you to try to save you. He doesn’t care enough about anyone to save anyone, but himself. I think it’s high time that Esmeralda gives up on her little pet and allows me the honor of putting him down for good.
Armand drinks a little more of his whiskey and smiles as the feeling of the booze hits him. He lights up a new Egyptian cigarette and sighs.
Armand von Krauss: Once you are defeated, the whole company will be put on notice that we will be dominant. The Bastards will fall next. They have been deserving of being crushed since they were run out of the company that Riot built and lost to me.
Armand flicks ashes onto the floor and laughs.
Armand von Krauss: How did you so quaintly put it? See you soon.
Armand stands in front of the great window on the Observation Deck. He is, naturally, smoking an Egyptian cigarette as he looks down upon the world below him. He ashes onto the floor and blows smoke at the window, watching as it crawls across the surface of the glass.
Armand von Krauss: Donzig, you asked for this war. You provoked me into violence. If you would just submit to the fact that Wrestle: UK is my domain, things would go much easier for you. If you would just listen to my wife, Esmeralda, I would not have to break you. I would not have to shatter Sinclair like so much glass. I would not have to tear down your Oblivion people. We were a big, happy family until your usefulness ran out. Just like the Founder’s did.
You accuse me of being a traitor, but the Founder blocked me from buying out and controlling SWAT. He is the real reason it went out of business. Why the company had to leave the Network in shame. The Dummkopf was a bigot. No denying that. His expulsion from the Network was inevitable as was the closing of his company and him being in exile forever.
Armand crushes his cigarette butt out against the glass and lets it fall to the floor once it’s out. He walks back toward the center of the deck where he picks up a glass of expensive whiskey on the rocks and takes a sip from it before seating himself next to the small table that holds the drink.
Armand von Krauss: Though I suppose I should be talking to you, Baroness. You think that you can bring the kind of violence that will stop me and mine in my tracks? You know that I know what Donzig is capable of. He is violence. I am still beyond him as I am beyond you. You think that we will just bow down to the Donzig-gun? No. My staff will not get involved in this street fight, the prize belongs to those on the team. Jakie Wentzel has taken Donzig’s position. He is strong. He is unyielding. He is a warrior of his god, though he knows what influence I have.
There is Adrienne Black. She is more than capable of joining up with Jakie and dealing with the ODS. It is amazing that you call them a death squad. You have no idea what a death squad is like. I know, I have shielded men, women, and children from death squads in the forties so long as they joined my Kharnival. Sure, my Kharnival cost lives as well, but nowhere near what the German government did.
Esmeralda might have been defeated by you, Baroness, but she is more than capable of ending you. She will pin you in the middle of the ring and not even Donzig will be able to save you from your humiliation. Not that Donzig cares enough about you to try to save you. He doesn’t care enough about anyone to save anyone, but himself. I think it’s high time that Esmeralda gives up on her little pet and allows me the honor of putting him down for good.
Armand drinks a little more of his whiskey and smiles as the feeling of the booze hits him. He lights up a new Egyptian cigarette and sighs.
Armand von Krauss: Once you are defeated, the whole company will be put on notice that we will be dominant. The Bastards will fall next. They have been deserving of being crushed since they were run out of the company that Riot built and lost to me.
Armand flicks ashes onto the floor and laughs.
Armand von Krauss: How did you so quaintly put it? See you soon.
